08-18-2015, 10:47 PM
Daenery's skin had patches of sand stuck here or there, but it kept it's normal white tone, seemingly undamaged by the beating sun of the desert. He supposed that meant his hat and robes did her some good. His lips attempted to curl into a smile but were swiftly reminded that they were not undamaged by the sun, the pain causing them to return to their normal position. Though she answered positively he could hear the difference in her voice. She may not have been injured or sick but she was tired, and there was a twinge of defeat of in her voice. Or perhaps it was not defeat but "settling". Settling into the idea that they were really gone. Settling into the idea that they were in a mostly lifeless desert, to fend against the elements or risk fending it's inhabitants.
Rather than acknowledge her somewhat disheartened status the Black Mage simply nodded. He didn't know Daenerys well yet, but he'd have wagered that going into action and finding a solution would be better than talking about the problem. Mayhaps he'd be proven wrong, but he'd figure one way or another soon enough. That and he was hesitant to exercise any muscles of his face more than he had too. Daenerys might have detected this, taking point in discussion with the locals, but she was one to take point on such things either way. Help was asked for, to the laugh of the burly nurse. Her slighter companion kept quiet, ever switching her gaze between Black Mage and Daenerys and her companion. He suspected that she was fearful of the new arrivals, and awaiting some sort of order or signal from her. One she got with a nod, then she headed out. Black's eye's followed her walk as it accelerated slightly, with undeniable purpose. Eyes kept near her as they moved slightly, looking for a possible destination.
"What did he call it Mage?" Daenery's said in the corner of his ear, and the Warrior of Light turned his head for but a moment before hearing a bit of scuttling. He turned his head back to find the lighter nurse had left his sight. Black Mage let out a sigh as he realized she was gone, before pondering Daenery's question.
"Primes." He said, and Daenerys continued her speech, listening to her words as Black Mage tried to read her face. Her words held a tone of scorn, but her body language seemed to imply otherwise. The disgust was present in her face, but it seemed masked by another emotion. Fear? No, it was something else. Nervousness. Impatience. She was waiting for something, until at last her lips began to curl. Whatever she was waiting for she saw it.
"And you're both coming with us." The artificial voice came from behind him. Daenerys began with questions, but Black Mage was not so patient as to wait for answers. Minor crackles could be heard from his fingers as he turned and raised his outstretched hand towards the strangely equipped knights behind them.
"Air that stri-" His sentence didn't reach halfway before a swift right hook came to his solar plexus. To a man who'd always cast his spells through verbal incantations to have the wind knocked out of you was terrifying, but the Stormtrooper was not done. The knight's left hand went into a vicegrip around the Black Mage's neck, before the right came out of a fist and went to grab his right fingers, pushing them back until an audible snap could be heard. The Black Mage's body wished to scream, but the hand around his neck simply wouldn't permit it, pained coughs managed their way out of his mouth as he visibly shook to the pain.
"Mage Prime disabled." The distorted voice of his opponent screamed, and the Black Mage thought he saw the sight of other white-knights pointing strange weapons at the Lady Stormborn, but between the lack of sleep, the sun poisoning, the wind knocked out of him and his fingers being broken the Black Mage's pain tolerance finally gave out, the Black Mage's vision being encased in a veil of darkness before he finally went to rest.
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When the Black Mage awoke he was in alone in a cell, his shirt and hat taken from him, revealing a gaunt ebony frame, short black hair, and yellow pupils that seemed to light in the darkness. Mechanisms restrained his mouth and fingers, not allowing for any speech or complex finger maneuvers. While he was alone in his cell a look across the way indicated that he was still with the Lady Stormborn, though she had her own cell and restraints. Though she didn't see him initially he could see that she was awake. Perhaps she'd been awake during their transport, or perhaps she'd simply woken up before him, he didn't know. Walking over he hit the bars of his cell with the metal restraints on his hands, making a clanging noise that drew her attention. Unable to speak he looked from one side of the room to the other and shrugged his shoulders. Where were they? What was going on? Hopefully she had a clue, anything that would help them get out. Anything.
Rather than acknowledge her somewhat disheartened status the Black Mage simply nodded. He didn't know Daenerys well yet, but he'd have wagered that going into action and finding a solution would be better than talking about the problem. Mayhaps he'd be proven wrong, but he'd figure one way or another soon enough. That and he was hesitant to exercise any muscles of his face more than he had too. Daenerys might have detected this, taking point in discussion with the locals, but she was one to take point on such things either way. Help was asked for, to the laugh of the burly nurse. Her slighter companion kept quiet, ever switching her gaze between Black Mage and Daenerys and her companion. He suspected that she was fearful of the new arrivals, and awaiting some sort of order or signal from her. One she got with a nod, then she headed out. Black's eye's followed her walk as it accelerated slightly, with undeniable purpose. Eyes kept near her as they moved slightly, looking for a possible destination.
"What did he call it Mage?" Daenery's said in the corner of his ear, and the Warrior of Light turned his head for but a moment before hearing a bit of scuttling. He turned his head back to find the lighter nurse had left his sight. Black Mage let out a sigh as he realized she was gone, before pondering Daenery's question.
"Primes." He said, and Daenerys continued her speech, listening to her words as Black Mage tried to read her face. Her words held a tone of scorn, but her body language seemed to imply otherwise. The disgust was present in her face, but it seemed masked by another emotion. Fear? No, it was something else. Nervousness. Impatience. She was waiting for something, until at last her lips began to curl. Whatever she was waiting for she saw it.
"And you're both coming with us." The artificial voice came from behind him. Daenerys began with questions, but Black Mage was not so patient as to wait for answers. Minor crackles could be heard from his fingers as he turned and raised his outstretched hand towards the strangely equipped knights behind them.
"Air that stri-" His sentence didn't reach halfway before a swift right hook came to his solar plexus. To a man who'd always cast his spells through verbal incantations to have the wind knocked out of you was terrifying, but the Stormtrooper was not done. The knight's left hand went into a vicegrip around the Black Mage's neck, before the right came out of a fist and went to grab his right fingers, pushing them back until an audible snap could be heard. The Black Mage's body wished to scream, but the hand around his neck simply wouldn't permit it, pained coughs managed their way out of his mouth as he visibly shook to the pain.
"Mage Prime disabled." The distorted voice of his opponent screamed, and the Black Mage thought he saw the sight of other white-knights pointing strange weapons at the Lady Stormborn, but between the lack of sleep, the sun poisoning, the wind knocked out of him and his fingers being broken the Black Mage's pain tolerance finally gave out, the Black Mage's vision being encased in a veil of darkness before he finally went to rest.
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When the Black Mage awoke he was in alone in a cell, his shirt and hat taken from him, revealing a gaunt ebony frame, short black hair, and yellow pupils that seemed to light in the darkness. Mechanisms restrained his mouth and fingers, not allowing for any speech or complex finger maneuvers. While he was alone in his cell a look across the way indicated that he was still with the Lady Stormborn, though she had her own cell and restraints. Though she didn't see him initially he could see that she was awake. Perhaps she'd been awake during their transport, or perhaps she'd simply woken up before him, he didn't know. Walking over he hit the bars of his cell with the metal restraints on his hands, making a clanging noise that drew her attention. Unable to speak he looked from one side of the room to the other and shrugged his shoulders. Where were they? What was going on? Hopefully she had a clue, anything that would help them get out. Anything.
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