05-21-2018, 02:36 PM
As Marisa slept lightly she could hear the dripping of water nearby and the light hitting her face. She opened her eyes and tried to rub her eyes but felt the ropes rube her wrists. She muttered under her breath in anger and fear as she looked around the gloomy sandstone room from her spot on the floor.
There seemed to be a wood plank that acted as a bed and a single bucket that acted as a latrine, with an incredibly durable metal door. She stood up carefully before gingerly walking to the “Bed” and sitting down on it. And taking a look at her clothing or pretty much lack of. She realized that her items had been taken off of her probably in case she tried to escape.
She sighed pushing the problem to the side as she couldn’t really do anything but think and sleep at the moment till something happened. She curled up on her side and touched her shins as she frowned in disappointment. She hated how she got in this situation so easily and had really no way out of it, no tricks, magic, or even the strength that some of her friends had. No, she just had her wits left to her.
“Heh, I’m really a poor magician if I can’t even get out of this.” She smirked at her own plight and sighed right after. She hears metal scratching on metal as a pair of eyes were searching the room before locking onto the magician of love-sign. She sees the viewing port close back up and the door opens with a creak as the thing walks in.
The thing chuckles as there face is hidden behind a snow-white mask with an expressionless look on it. the man wore a black trench coat and had a bandaged arm reminiscent of Kasen. Height wise they were a couple feet taller than Marisa and build fairly stocky. "So you're the new prize, the others got huh? I mean not much of a prize to be perfectly honest but you may be worth a couple hundred at best." The thing chuckled in a way that was impossible for a human, as it interlocked its fingers possibly contemplating what to do.
Marisa glared at the thing struggling against the tightly wrapped ropes as it walked slowly and menacingly towards her. "Stay away!" She retorted as she kept as far away from the thing as possible in the tiny room. Normally she would have had a retort in store for this creature, but as it openly laughed which caused her to go red-faced with anger and lash out missing by a good couple inches causing it to become dead silent as it pulled out a blood-stained knife as it touched it's pointer and thumb to the metal.
It soon spoke with a calm voice laced with poison and anger. "Apparently I'll have to teach you whelp the rules here. You don't realize it but you will be sold off to someone. They will own you to do whatever." The voice deadpanned as it walked up to the pint-sized witch and pressed the knife right up to her neck. "Or I could just kill you right now for your little transgression."
Marisa paled at the death threat, gulping as her body shook with fear. Pleased the thing released the knife from her neck and walked backward. the knife disappeared somewhere and against Marisa's better judgment started to ask what happened to the knife and stopped herself in the middle of her question.
"I mean to be honest I'm here to train you for your . . . duties you will most likely deal with." his voice turned businesslike as they walked over to the door and knocked a couple times before walking over to the ropes binding Marisa's hands together and cutting them.
Marisa rubbed her wrists as she freed her hands. She looked confused but still was quite defensive as she watched the thing's movements intently. The one thing she did know was that she was in grave danger being here but first she wanted her stuff back.
“Now, first off try anything and if you fail to escape dog; I can’t help you with your situation after that.” It walked over to the door and nodded before opening it and pulling a sack of stuff inside. “And if your good you can get your stuff back. Simple as that.” the thing spoke with little to no ill will to the mage.
It burst forward and pushed the witch to the ground and the mask seemed to start to smile, in joy or in euphoria at the sight of the girl, she didn’t know. The knife showed back up, as the thing kicked Marisa in the gut causing her to lose her breath and a small amount of blood came out of her mouth. Marisa felt tears form on the corners of her eyes as she curled up into a fetal position to cover her face and torso.
She soon felt the knife enter her arm and screamed out in pain, and the tears, if they hadn’t started, were flowing and she could be heard sobbing. “All you have to do is beg for me to stop. Just say the words and the pain stops.” The thing's voice was mocking Marisa as she wouldn’t let this thing take her mentality and break it into pieces.
She steeled herself as she spoke with exhausted breaths. "G-go to hell." She saw red as she got up and formed a fairly hazy mockery of the knife and swung cutting the thing's clothes and part of the mask causing it to bleed what seemed to be black sludge of some kind.
The thing howled in pain and rage as it yelled at the blonde witch. "I'm going to fucking murder you!" it held out its non-bandaged arm and burst forward only missing Marisa by a few inches at best-causing Marisa to sweat bullets. She reached the sack after doing what would have looked like a mixture of limping and running, pulled out her mini hakkero before aiming it at the target.
"Don't come any closer! Move and I'll shoot!" she warned the creature as the master spark started to rev up and could be heard throughout the room as she drops the mockery of the knife and holds the hakkero with both hands. the thing shook his head at her before making a break for the door. Marisa fired at the motion of the thing, with the multi-colored beam of heat and light magic.
While the building was still intact there was a giant scorch mark and the now well-done creature who after a couple seconds of being master sparked into the wall falls down and fails to get up after a few seconds. Marisa looks at the sack and for a couple of seconds just stands there like a deer looking at an oncoming car before snapping herself back to reality and digging her own stuff out along with some random stuff in there also. Most likely to be used in case she was being stubborn.
She grabbed her shoes and slipped them on before grabbing the bag and moving out of there as fast as possible. she had her orbs out and ready to help in case someone tried to blindside her. Outside the room, she could see a couple of mud brick buildings along with some sandstone buildings, and it looked like essentially an outpost with a well, and some vehicles which Marisa limped over. The two of them floated a couple inches off the ground and was reminiscent of Byakuren motorcycle. Marisa looking around climbed onto the metal vehicle and felt her skin burn at the touch of it. Causing her to yelp in pain and scrambling off of it.
Marisa sighed as she pulled out her dress and quickly put it on, muttering as she messed up a couple of the times with her messing up the process. She finally got finished and started to try and figure out how this machine actually worked. After a couple of tries and failures to get it started and to not just crash she finally got it to move in a somewhat straight line and was riding out of there.
The speeder bike was in pretty bad shape, banged up in pretty much everywhere and most of the parts had been either jury-rigged to the machine or were pretty much on their last legs in terms of usability. Marisa after a few minutes had slowed down the speeder to check her wounds. Even if she couldn't fix the wounds she could still do some basic first aid probably. thankfully nothing of major importance had been harmed in that fight, but what had was bleeding pretty bad.
She knew she would have to take care of it but she also wanted to get as far away and as fast as possible. After a good couple hours, she heard something crash as another pretty much exploded. The vehicle quickly came to a halt and fell to the floor as the metal groaned in stress.
She got off the speeder bike and kicked it in a fit of anger, and walked off; as she didn't have the mechanical know how like Nitori Kawashiro, nor did she even have the tools to work on it. Time passed and she finally reached Nippur once again and entered the sandstone gate. The wounds had long since stopped bleeding and her clothing was stained. She soon reached her house and entered disappointed that she had no items to sell to the public.
There seemed to be a wood plank that acted as a bed and a single bucket that acted as a latrine, with an incredibly durable metal door. She stood up carefully before gingerly walking to the “Bed” and sitting down on it. And taking a look at her clothing or pretty much lack of. She realized that her items had been taken off of her probably in case she tried to escape.
She sighed pushing the problem to the side as she couldn’t really do anything but think and sleep at the moment till something happened. She curled up on her side and touched her shins as she frowned in disappointment. She hated how she got in this situation so easily and had really no way out of it, no tricks, magic, or even the strength that some of her friends had. No, she just had her wits left to her.
“Heh, I’m really a poor magician if I can’t even get out of this.” She smirked at her own plight and sighed right after. She hears metal scratching on metal as a pair of eyes were searching the room before locking onto the magician of love-sign. She sees the viewing port close back up and the door opens with a creak as the thing walks in.
The thing chuckles as there face is hidden behind a snow-white mask with an expressionless look on it. the man wore a black trench coat and had a bandaged arm reminiscent of Kasen. Height wise they were a couple feet taller than Marisa and build fairly stocky. "So you're the new prize, the others got huh? I mean not much of a prize to be perfectly honest but you may be worth a couple hundred at best." The thing chuckled in a way that was impossible for a human, as it interlocked its fingers possibly contemplating what to do.
Marisa glared at the thing struggling against the tightly wrapped ropes as it walked slowly and menacingly towards her. "Stay away!" She retorted as she kept as far away from the thing as possible in the tiny room. Normally she would have had a retort in store for this creature, but as it openly laughed which caused her to go red-faced with anger and lash out missing by a good couple inches causing it to become dead silent as it pulled out a blood-stained knife as it touched it's pointer and thumb to the metal.
It soon spoke with a calm voice laced with poison and anger. "Apparently I'll have to teach you whelp the rules here. You don't realize it but you will be sold off to someone. They will own you to do whatever." The voice deadpanned as it walked up to the pint-sized witch and pressed the knife right up to her neck. "Or I could just kill you right now for your little transgression."
Marisa paled at the death threat, gulping as her body shook with fear. Pleased the thing released the knife from her neck and walked backward. the knife disappeared somewhere and against Marisa's better judgment started to ask what happened to the knife and stopped herself in the middle of her question.
"I mean to be honest I'm here to train you for your . . . duties you will most likely deal with." his voice turned businesslike as they walked over to the door and knocked a couple times before walking over to the ropes binding Marisa's hands together and cutting them.
Marisa rubbed her wrists as she freed her hands. She looked confused but still was quite defensive as she watched the thing's movements intently. The one thing she did know was that she was in grave danger being here but first she wanted her stuff back.
“Now, first off try anything and if you fail to escape dog; I can’t help you with your situation after that.” It walked over to the door and nodded before opening it and pulling a sack of stuff inside. “And if your good you can get your stuff back. Simple as that.” the thing spoke with little to no ill will to the mage.
It burst forward and pushed the witch to the ground and the mask seemed to start to smile, in joy or in euphoria at the sight of the girl, she didn’t know. The knife showed back up, as the thing kicked Marisa in the gut causing her to lose her breath and a small amount of blood came out of her mouth. Marisa felt tears form on the corners of her eyes as she curled up into a fetal position to cover her face and torso.
She soon felt the knife enter her arm and screamed out in pain, and the tears, if they hadn’t started, were flowing and she could be heard sobbing. “All you have to do is beg for me to stop. Just say the words and the pain stops.” The thing's voice was mocking Marisa as she wouldn’t let this thing take her mentality and break it into pieces.
She steeled herself as she spoke with exhausted breaths. "G-go to hell." She saw red as she got up and formed a fairly hazy mockery of the knife and swung cutting the thing's clothes and part of the mask causing it to bleed what seemed to be black sludge of some kind.
The thing howled in pain and rage as it yelled at the blonde witch. "I'm going to fucking murder you!" it held out its non-bandaged arm and burst forward only missing Marisa by a few inches at best-causing Marisa to sweat bullets. She reached the sack after doing what would have looked like a mixture of limping and running, pulled out her mini hakkero before aiming it at the target.
"Don't come any closer! Move and I'll shoot!" she warned the creature as the master spark started to rev up and could be heard throughout the room as she drops the mockery of the knife and holds the hakkero with both hands. the thing shook his head at her before making a break for the door. Marisa fired at the motion of the thing, with the multi-colored beam of heat and light magic.
While the building was still intact there was a giant scorch mark and the now well-done creature who after a couple seconds of being master sparked into the wall falls down and fails to get up after a few seconds. Marisa looks at the sack and for a couple of seconds just stands there like a deer looking at an oncoming car before snapping herself back to reality and digging her own stuff out along with some random stuff in there also. Most likely to be used in case she was being stubborn.
She grabbed her shoes and slipped them on before grabbing the bag and moving out of there as fast as possible. she had her orbs out and ready to help in case someone tried to blindside her. Outside the room, she could see a couple of mud brick buildings along with some sandstone buildings, and it looked like essentially an outpost with a well, and some vehicles which Marisa limped over. The two of them floated a couple inches off the ground and was reminiscent of Byakuren motorcycle. Marisa looking around climbed onto the metal vehicle and felt her skin burn at the touch of it. Causing her to yelp in pain and scrambling off of it.
Marisa sighed as she pulled out her dress and quickly put it on, muttering as she messed up a couple of the times with her messing up the process. She finally got finished and started to try and figure out how this machine actually worked. After a couple of tries and failures to get it started and to not just crash she finally got it to move in a somewhat straight line and was riding out of there.
The speeder bike was in pretty bad shape, banged up in pretty much everywhere and most of the parts had been either jury-rigged to the machine or were pretty much on their last legs in terms of usability. Marisa after a few minutes had slowed down the speeder to check her wounds. Even if she couldn't fix the wounds she could still do some basic first aid probably. thankfully nothing of major importance had been harmed in that fight, but what had was bleeding pretty bad.
She knew she would have to take care of it but she also wanted to get as far away and as fast as possible. After a good couple hours, she heard something crash as another pretty much exploded. The vehicle quickly came to a halt and fell to the floor as the metal groaned in stress.
She got off the speeder bike and kicked it in a fit of anger, and walked off; as she didn't have the mechanical know how like Nitori Kawashiro, nor did she even have the tools to work on it. Time passed and she finally reached Nippur once again and entered the sandstone gate. The wounds had long since stopped bleeding and her clothing was stained. She soon reached her house and entered disappointed that she had no items to sell to the public.
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