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(I actully have the better part of an hour to myself and I am going to write. This is the scene I was working on earlier but I have made somce choices about the time line, this bit and the bit that Zephane is getting introuble for was not helping Galroy out, it was in fact becuase of helping Galis steal the sword. I decided that this happenes to early for it to be the bit about Galroy. Though when that happens is still in the abit of a state of flux. The first bit is stolen from earlier writeing. I like haveing something to look at as I think. Also almost directly after this the scene where Allana comes and tells Zephane to try to make life more dramatic in the city, then the scene where he talks to Galroy after the ace blows off his contact.)
“And I will smoother every, single, tiny, flame of rebbleion so utterly, and completetly,” Alten said, comeing a little closer to Zephane, “And you will watch.”
“Why would you want me there?” Zephane asked, the idea of watching the closest thing he had to a home being decimated was not something he enjoyed.
“Becuase it’s your home, and you know it well, and you will tell me anything, and everything I want to know. You will betray it, becuase you won’t have a choice, unlike Galroy you are far more anchored to here and now. A little assurence for me that you won’t just wander off in a dream.”
“I won’t tell you anything,” Zephane said, trying so hard to convince himself of that.
“Won’t you now,” Alten motioned, a gold and red blur as far as Zephane could see and he foudn himself anchorned down to the chair by heavy hands. “One of you get him to drink Kisen’s concotion and you go get Elrick.”
Zephane clenched his jaw, trying vainly to standup, to get up to get out. Frantic, trying all at once to turlte and to take flight. And succded in neither, a bruiseing grip on his shoulder kept him solidly in place as a just as strong grip yanked his head back by the roots of his hair, and a sharp blow left him all but senseless for a momment. The next was focuced simply on not chocking on the vile concution that had found it’self being forced down his throat.
Coughing with a desperate effort, half trying to breath, and half desperately trying not to drink.
“Just drink it and it’ll be that much easier.” The pleasantly smooth voice of Alten told him. Zephane didn’t listen, didn’t just swallow, he didn’t want to. “It’s inevitable, you will drink it, and you will fall.” Alten said, and with gleefull savegity shoved Zephanes head back by the chin ridding him of any chance of expeling the foul concotion.
Within momments he lost his grasp on conciousness, and gained an acute feeling of vertigo, not falling fully into sleep, but being far from aware, it was he supposed in the small part of his mind that was still working it was rather like being drunk.
He heard himself gasp as the room, or perhaps just him became cold, and he heard Elricks voice, but he coudln’t comprehend what was being said. The cold became dark, and the chair, once plush and comfortable became a thing of hungry stone, feating on his warmth.
He still couldn’t really see, and despite all he knew, of where he was, and that he should be able to get out, he couldn’t.
“You can’t becuase I made it so you can’t. You quite simply aren’t strong enough, no matter how strong you may dream yourself to be.” Alten said, his blury form changeing to one grotsque and glittering. Jewels studding a dracioned hide of nightmare black.
“This is all quite novel.” Elrick said with poorly hide awe, and perhaps fear, “Though I hardly see how this is better then the dungeon.”
“Becuase here no one dies unless I let them. And time, well we could spend what will seem like days in a matter of momments. I want that blade back, and I truly do not care how long it takes.” Alten answered, his red gaze turning back to Zephane Zephane, the rustle of his scaled mane sounding so much like crumbling bone. For one painfull momment Zephane tried to meet Alten’s gaze, and for that momment he and the world were aflame.
“What are you?” Zephane’s dry throat barely managed to say.
“That hardly matters right now.” Alten said, a hand, almost humoid if not for the scales, and talon’s that served as fingers, each coloured with a stinking posion traced burning cold circles on his arm. “What really does is that you are my only link to getting that sword back, and that put’s you in a rather terrible position.” The fiery cold spread like a rash, one he was incapable of itching, or at all placadeing.
He winced as muscles twitched beneath Alten’s balefull touch, “I’m not going to tell you anything.” Though alreayd he doubted how true that was.
And with that lovely cliff hanger I leave you. :)
(Just to avoid confusion, this happens just after the bit where Alten realizes that Zephane is responsable for him not haveing Galroy around to question, the previous events left Zephane in a rather nasty spot of haveing Alten and Elrick do a rather nasty trick with some dream scape nightmares and something nasty stuff on a cloth that left Zephane temporairly being blind, and a little terrififed as well as him getting a glimpse of the fact taht Alten is not a normal human.)
Zephane froze at the mention of them bringing Elrick there, and put more effort into trying to get out of the heavy graps that kept him as firmly in his chair as any of the bonds on Elrick’s blood soacked ones. Perhaps there was a reason why the cushion on the pillows were so dark.
“REally you shouldn’t bother, even if you managed to slip through do you think you’d get out of this room. " Alten said, "It’s inevitable that this is going to happen, you brought it onto your self. Zephane struggled anyway, but to no avail, and by the soreness in his shoulders he was certain he would have bruises, but that hardly mattered as he kept his jaw clechened seeing the foggy form of the guard that had been ordered to make him drink some concoction or another. Somehow his mind wandered and he wondered how often Cornell had had almost the same thing happen. Despite his efforts a bruiseing grip
She sighed at the gnelte cascade of water over her body, it didn’t seem to matter how dirty, or bloody, or cold of heart she was, showering was one thing she could and would always enjoy. The water let her forget, if only for a short while just how thick blood was as it thinned it. And made it possible to forget the tears that always came, those never went away. She wondered why, she didn’t feel as she had once, their was no remorse, no guilt, a slight amount of pity perhaps, once in a while, but their was no more sorrow.another feels sorrow for you, but she cannot cry….
on the mirror their was a girl, there always was in the mirror, in every mirror. She was weak, fragile, and all to human. The girl was who she couldn’t afford to be, her soul separated. She could hardly remember why, she didn’t remember much anymore. The iron rich smell of blood huanted her, the tearless child that wanted to wheep terrified her.and the child is terrified of you…
She looked up into the shower head listening ot the water, feeling it wash over here, the steady flow deafning her. The voice kept getting louder. It would drive her mad soon, of that she was certain. She winced as water found a shallow cut, it would heal in a matter of hours. little wounds didn’t matter any more.But the girl felt ever single one of them.
I love it when people will open me up to a whole new way of thinking. My room mate, she is very good at it, and I really do love it. I think I may become a nudist becuse of her, and also let myself do things like dress up like a domenmatrix, becuase you know what, leather and knee high boots make me feel awesome. And I like belts.
The nudist thing is becuase I dont feel like I should be ashamed of my body, we all have one, they are all diffrent, but for the most part are the same, within the gender. I shouldn’t feel like I’m less of a person, like I can’t be comfrotable in my own skin, becuase it’s not perfect. Becuase perfection is a lie. You can always be better, becuse you will learn more, you can be your best, but your best will keep getting better. Also as far as anyone who would say that nudism si some how agaisnt my relgions(christiantity) how excalty is being naked a sin, after all before sin adam and eve were naked and were quite alrightwith it. So yeah. No objections there. Also who needs pants! They suck.
Anyway </end ramble> and onto a writeing I idea I got in the shower.
Also the cats are stareing at me……They look confused…..I don’t think they’re used to haveing me around. And their are so many of them. And one of them has taken up residence in my gym bag… and is quite happy there.
“Alten is rather annoyed with you right now,” Zephane said, not really bothering to let the agent he was contacting adjust.
“Why, my little show put me that much high on the list of trust worthy members of the fist,” Galroy said rather flippantly, his hair swishing as he shoke his head. “That entire district is full of rumour mongers and gossips, that stupid vendor is known to be a sell out, and is in fact probably going ot find his shop in a less then good condition in a the next few days.”
“Are you sure it was just an act?” Zephane asked, hopeing he could spot a lie.
“Course I’m sure, Alten deosn’t actully think I’m with them does he, that idea is laughable.” He gave a laugh that didn’t entirely ring true.
“Do you have anything to report as far as the plan goes?” Zephane asked.
“Everything is going just fine, tell Alten to stop worring, a few of the girls are going to take the place of the dancers at the festivel and their going to try to sneak some posion in.” Galroy started.
“Posion has never worked before, everyone knows that.” Zepahen interepttued.
“Maybe in your fancy mage city, and maybe in places that have tried it, and trust me when I say that I can convince anyone that anything will work, even if it shouldn’t. And you didn’t even let me finish, if one of them gets chosen, which given there…stature it’s unlikely they won’t at some point their going to do a very good job of distracteing him while an assasin comes in from behind, and she’ll have something sharp and deadly hidden away.”
“That’s it?” Zephane knew it wasn’t, he was hideing something, but what and why.
“For now, it’s not happening for a few months, we haven’t even passed missummer. You’ve obviously never planned a revolt of any kind before. Everything is very last mintue.” Galroy explaiend with another shake of his head. “And tell Alten that he needs to stop trying to make contact, the whole place is full of goodmin’s eyes and ears, all it would take is the wrong person overhearing a whispered conversation, or knowing who I’m whispering with. Or even thinking they know. You have no idea how precarious my suitation is.”
“I have more of an idea then you’d think.” Zephane muttered.
“What was that?”
“I said that I do,” Zephane said louder, “We both serve someone who taken soemthing dear from us.” Their was no doubt in his mind that Alten had arranged Galroy’s father’s death out of fear of disloyalty. Why he thought his son would follow him blinding was a mystry.
“You home sick?”
“Incredibly, " Zephane said without hesitation.
“Bet we could use your help, taking to people without anyone seeing it could be incredibly vaulable,” Galroy said.
“I’d more of a liablity then a help, " Zephane said, despite what Cornell said, he was certain the terror wolf had been following him. “And I’m not entirely dependable.”
Galroy made a nosie that made it pretty clear he dobuted that. “Well report what I told you to the big man, and when you want in, well I’m sure we could work something out.”
“Well can I do need my buety sleep, what with not being able to fake it nearly so well on little to no funds. " Galroy said.
“Well good night then,” Zephane said, and let the traitor pretending to be a spy drift off to whatever he’d been dreaming before.
He’d found out far more then Alten had expected him to, he only hoped he’d be able to keep the tyrant from knowing just how much he knew.
that’s a lot of dialouge with nothing going on.
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