Post by Deleted on Mar 27, 2017 13:00:28 GMT -8
Lord Blackheart : had decided to see how his son was doing in the dungeons, the man nearing the cells as he walked inside. His posture was very straight, and his hands were behind his back, though when he got to the cell his son was in, he slumped, those violet blue eyes of his losing their usual glow. He leaned forward, his hands on the window, just as a guard walked by. "Visiting hours are still in effect sir." He spoke, the armored woman walking past him, to open the door for him to see the younger man. "Hey kiddo."
PixieVanHopper : + The bunny was in the kitchen. After everything that had happened.. she was staying in her fricken kitchen! She nibbled on her paws and tilted her head to the side. Sighing softly, the furr had slightly ruffled along her back. Her left ear flopped over the left side of her eye. She blew at it. Trying to get it away from her eye. It didn't do anything to help. So..she did what she usually did.. Pixie baked. She made carrot cakes and muffins. She even made a few suckers. Anything to distract her from the happenings of outside. Yep she was safe in her little kitchen! Well not such a little kitchen. She just felt safer here. Things made sense here. The light in the kitchen didn't turn dark. The ovens didn't try to eat her. Just everything made sense.. in the kitchen..+e+
Ɗɾɑƙƙʚɳɪϟ : would look up from his seated position while stroking a sleeping Tacita's hair, The creature would speak up to Damien whom was standing in the door way of his cell. "Hello." He narrowed his eye's and sighed softly before shaking his head, The male would laugh a little bit before speaking once more. "Come to tell me they're going to kill me for what I have done?" The male asked as he continued to pet his beloved, He would look back down to his Tacita and then held her close to him. "If so...I refuse until I am able to cut the fate string between Tacita and I" He added before growing silent.<e>
Tacita : She stirred in her love's arms and even tried to snuggle up a bit more into him. Then she realized that they had a visitor and so slowly did her eyes open up to see Damien there in the door way with a female guard. "fffather..." she woke up a bit more and smiled towards him. The collar still on the floor by the door way and not around her neck any more. She touched her tummy as if in protection but without even realizing she was doing such. "What... is going on out there, Father?" asking softly and even though she heard her love's words about them maybe wanting him dead and such... she ignored it.~
Lord Blackheart : merely shook his head as his son asked him what he had to say, though he would speak his self on just what had been going on. "No son." He walked over to the wall nearest the window, though as he did, the man could feel his energy being sapped from him. His claws grew an inch or so, as did his canines, though it was not because he wished to frighten his family. It was more because of the enchantment each cell had on them. "They know it's not your fault, and that you've been taken over by Crimson, but what is to happen to him, I am not so sure on." He admitted, the man casually placing his arms on the wall, before he turned back to face his children. "I visit you now, in the hopes you can assist us, son." He began with a smile, though he was unsure of just what the response would be. "It is not Crimson they fear, but you, son." He informed with a sigh. "If we have any hope of stopping him, or even bringing him back to his self, we need you." He lowered his face. "Why did you let yourself be claimed?"
Ɗɾɑƙƙʚɳɪϟ : "I do not know, My love here had to explain what I did to get here in the first place..." The male would respond after listening to both his beloved and his father, Drakkonis would narrow his gaze upon the male before shifting his gaze back to Tacita. "I don't remember anything after the point of chasing down Crimson...I didn't even remember putting that collar on her..." The male would sigh and soon leaned down and gave his beloved a kiss, He would then raise to a straight posture once more and went back to stroking his loves hair. "I don't remember anything..." The creature would sigh again before shaking his head.<e>
Tacita : She looked and watched the two of them while they spoke up... "It is true Father... Crimson somehow had taken him over and he was ordered to collar me so that I too may do Crimson's bidding. IF you wish Drak's help it will probably have to be after Crimson is taken down for I fear that these walls are the only thing that is keeping Drak from doing Crimson's bidding... once again." She bit her lower lip and nuzzled into her love while she was a bit worried for their son... "how is Azriel doing?" ~
PixieVanHopper : + She sighed softly and dared... to look outside. Well she didn't see anything unusual at the moment. It caused her to sigh in relief. No creepy thing. No darkness. No shadowy things. Pixie moved from the window and began to finish decorating the muffins. Mostly just adding chocolate chips to the muffins. Possibly a few strawberries and blueberries on the rest. She placed one blueberry in her mouth and chewed softly. +e+
Lord Blackheart : heaved a heavy sigh once more. "It burdens my heart to see you both in here, but my sister and the ruler of these lands are working to find a way to take him down, or at least stop him long enough to question him." He admitted with yet another sigh. "I visit here, not because of the ruler's words, or even on my sister's behalf, but because you are my son." He informed, the man growing frustrated now, with the fact that the younger man's mind was not as clear as it had been in the time before. "I seek out your assistance, because these lands." He paused, gesturing out to one side with clawed fingers, his hands balling into fists, to pound on the windows. As he did, they would quiver a little, but they would retain their structural integrity still, as he tried his best to show just how dire their threat was. "The same lands that we have lived in, fought on, and even laughed in, they will be destroyed, if we do nothing but sit back and talk." His violet blue eyes narrowed with ambition, as well as the determination to make a difference. "Your children are okay for the most part, though." It was here, when he paused a second time, to let them take in all that he had said until this point. "How long they remain this way, is up to you two." He reminded. "I seek your aid of my own free will, hoping that there are answers to this." He sighed, returning back to the wall, where he leaned his back against it. "If not for these lands, than for your children. Do you really wish them to visit your uncle?"
Tacita : She cringed a bit for she had not seen Damien so upset in a long while. She then tilted her head and after a kiss to her love's lips she grimaced slightly... "I am not sure what we can add, Father to what we know and already told you. Drak's mind will just be taken over again if he is let out of these dungeons. He does not even really remember how he got to the cell to begin with. Actually even I do not remember what all happened... other then me trying to take the children... the last thing I remember is Dante knocking me on my ass and as I was going towards the floor... I was hit by something and blacked out. Next thing I remember after that is being here with Drak. I only know that Crimson did not wish to harm the children... or at least that is what he told me... he only wanted them for... leverage." she shuddered slightly and sighed.~
·Izzy· : *The first thing she noticed was echoing voices. Why were there voices? For a moment or two, she existed in a kind of almost-dreamlike state. nothing happened other than the bleary half-opening of a single grey eye while her body was kept very still save for shallow breath. A moment later the survival instincts kicked in, in full force. When she had got very 'sleepy' (or more accurately, passed out), she was on the floor of the training room. A place she knew and had no intention of leaving. Yet here she was, elsewhere. Thanks to one of the guards who had just gone to try and train normally, and instead found an unconscious, injured and really quite heavy Izzy slumped against a wall, she had been brought to the infirmary, covered in what looked like lash wounds and thin, shallow lacerations like from wire or something. Consciously, though, Izzy was still in a panic, her head still swimming. It wasn't as entirely wrecked as it had been, but now the panic and worry of what had happened, to say nothing of her current state had taken it's place. Stumbling immediately when trying to put her weight on anything and ending up on the floor, she rapidly backed up on hands and feet with a repeated, panicked, and breathless "Get away from me get away from me get away from me...", reopening a couple of the injuries as she did. After all, healing magic tended to bounce off her. Her wards were shattered, her head was swimming and pounding in equal measure, and she had woken up somewhere not immediately familiar. Bumping off a wall, she practically jumped a mile and would have probably shrieked in a very un-Izzy-like manner had she had the breath to, instead it just ended up as a gasp-like thing, pulling herself against it instead. The dimensional shift had played complete hell with her.*
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤Ѵᾶȴԑɳԑяøȿ¤ : had returned from Damon who was not a picnic to be around at the moment using her maiden name in reference, and not the Numenesse one either.....one not many knew of. She grimaced when she heard that Izzy was in the infirmary.....which should have been a complete and utter shock, but with everything that had been going on in the kingdom recently, nothing seemed shocking anymore. She shimmered into the infirmary where she saw a very panicked Izzy telling the staff to stay away and ripping her own wounds apart. "Enough of this..." Healing spells may bounce off so lets try a restraint spell. Straps would appear from the gurney as she had them bind Izzy's hands and feet forcing her back down to the bed as she walked over to her. "Whatever happened does not matter, your safe now and rather you wish to admit to me or yourself or no one at all, you need help, if I have to keep these binds on you to keep you down till your fully healed I will don't make me do so...." She said pulling out a needle and thread from a box ready to do this old style as she sat down in her white dress with some herbal antiseptic getting ready to physically tend to Izzy's wounds. "Now be a good girl and hold still and for the love of all things holy do not give me any crap because I have dealt with so much these last two weeks...as have you and everyone else....this is no time to throw a fit..." Straight forward and to the point, Izzy wasn't getting away with using her temper to get her way this time....She put some antiseptic on Izzy's wounds and began starting to sew them shut bit by bit to reseal them before she looses any more blood. <e>
·Izzy· : *If there was one thing Izzy absolutely despised, it was being being bound to anything or restrained in any way. She hated that BEFORE the 'incident' that caused her to lose her wings, so now? It was only going to make things worse. It was mildly unnerving just seeing her like this. There was none of the usual brashness or anger. It was...Well, fear. Very real, very impulsive fear all too similar to that from her watching Triskelion burn, and the later incident with removing the wings. Struggling against the restraints for a few moments with a muttered, repeated "...No...Please no..." she then gave up entirely, wide eyes strangely emotive, and none of it looked good. While a more consciously aware Izzy would have been entirely understanding of this, she was currently in quite a different mindset entirely. Gone was the entirety of her usual persona, instead replaced by somebody frankly too scared and distraught to even speak or cry, as much as that tiny part of her that remembered how to wanted to. It wasn't even a conscious attempt to use her temper or anything similar. This was an utterly foreign side of the hybrid. "...I...Can't see anything...Why can't I..." Her eyes seemed to track movement, so she clearly wasn't talking about her own conscious vision. On another note, she didn't even wince or move at the stitching, though. Physical pain? She could do that no problem.*
Ravyn Blackheart : and Tylan had talked for some time and Tylan agreed while Gisselle was resting with Darius she had managed to talk Tylan with her wicked wilds to bring her down to speak with her brother assuring him he could be there the entire time that she was just as upset because Gisselle was the mother of her grandchildren. Tylan had opened the door to the dungeons and she felt the shift....something she wasn't used too...being a mortal...it felt fricken weird. How she managed to avoid this place was beyond her....well. That wasn't entirely true, she was sent here when she was returned from being a statue the first time when she first attacked the queen before the queen was her daughter in law, but the stay didn't last long and she was out of it when she was in there. Tylan had brought her silently all the way to Drakkonis and Tacita's cell and Ravyn looked to the two of them with a slight sigh. "I am not going to get angry this time......but I deserve an explanation from one or both of you...before I decide to help you get the hell out of here. Why did YOU Drakkonis kill my daughter in law and YOU Tacita try to kidnap my children and grandchildren.....since Gisselle is alive and recovering and the children are not forever traumatized I will start with Tacita.." She said looking over to her, usually rainbow eyes now crystal blue in this mortal form as she awaits a response. <e>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤Ѵᾶȴԑɳԑяøȿ¤ : continued to stitch even though the woman was distraught and fidgeting around, but she wasn't releasing her until she knew the stitching was full proof. It needed to be for someone like Izzy. "If you weren't freaking out I wouldn't have tied you down.....you have left me no choice my friend, I cannot have you flipping out on my staff. And I can't have you bleed out either....so I was left to do what I had to do for your safety, I have had to do this to my own daughters when they were severely injured and throwing fits..." Which happend to Thraele and Gisselle a lot. Hearing the 'I heard that!' from Thraele in the background who was recovering from giving birth she let out a soft sigh and continued stitching. When she was finished she looked over to Izzy with a heavy sigh. "I am going to release the binds, your stitching is finished. You still need to recover and rest from the blood loss, if you refuse then I am going to have to put you out with an herbal sleep remedy so you can rest..... I am asking please do not make me force anything else upon you my friend. I don't like having to do this..." She said waving her hand and having the binds come loose from Izzy's limbs waiting to see if she would cooperate or she would have to return to said drastic measures, her white gown now covered in splatters of Izzy's blood. <e>
Tacita : She sighed softly and looked up to Drak as again she would have to explain what happened and the reasoning why... "Well... Drak went to go fight Crimson and somehow Drak was taken over via a mind control. The best thing for him, right now would to stay where he is for as soon as he leaves from this cell... he will be like a puppet... with no memories... that Crimson can manipulate. That is why Gisselle was killed... the children... Crimson wanted them as... leverage and due to the fact that Drak put a collar that Crimson could control me by... he ordered me to kidnap the children. Drak has taken the collar off of me and so I can not be manipulated in that fashion, any more." she shivered slightly as if she were cold but she was not... not really it was just all of this... emotional roller coaster she was going through right now.~
Ɗɾɑƙƙʚɳɪϟ : listened to the the two of them speak, His eye's laid upon the collar at the foot of the door. His face clearly expressing dislike and almost hatred, The creature would do his best to let out a growl as he usually would but it had come out more of a human like growl. He would wrap and arm around his beloved and rub her sides, The male tried to comfort his beloved but there wasn't anything much more than what he was able to do. "All I remember is going to fight Crimson and then ending up here with my beloved collared and her explaining to me that I killed someone I'd never even think of harming..." The creature would let out another human like growl, Oh Crimson was doing so well with trying to make peace with the Blackhearts. Drakkonis would have to reward the creature for such efforts. Perhaps death or being trapped in that little box of his that he had once put a certain someone in before, Mmm no that was to generous...Crimson deserved something far more worse.<e>
·Izzy· : *The hybrid winced, Nimena's voice alone having the kind of calming effect that familiarity could bring somebody so distraught. Still, she was a long hike away from stable. All the time while struggling and freaking out, she had kept her fists clenched. A fairly typically Izzy response to...Well, anything really. She tried to slow and stabilize her jagged breathing, admittedly mostly in vain. "...Please..." She winced, still panicky but trying her hardest to regain control. A traumatized freak with a faint tinge of draconic rage? Yeah, that was never going to go well. "...Next time...Let me bleed out. Preferable to being tied down..." It was hard to tell if that was Izzy's sense of humour surfacing for a moment or not. She slowly opened a hand when Nimena released the bindings, frankly too drained to move again now she was conscious to do anything even if she wanted to. At least for a few minutes. The palm was cut up much as a lot of her seemed to be, albeit in a far more deliberate manner. This was by her own hand with the small knife usually on her belt. Panic leading to the instinctive desperation and 'any means necessary' attitude often shown by those slightly closer to the lunatic fringe of some hunters and paladins alike, she had used whatever was to hand to create protective sigils. Pain was usually a secondary concern to Izzy at best even in her more 'normal' mindset. Only paying some level of attention to Nimena, who clearly knew best, she immediately tried to get up before failing and giving up on that plan, replacing it with a faint growl to her still-shallow and jagged breath, eyes closing again and fists balling once more mostly in anger directed towards herself. "...Whatever happened...My wards...It hurts to think and it's all so...Dark...God I'm sorry..." Well, she had her senses about her to some extent. She was just exhausted, still jumpy at every sound in the background, and still on the edge of something terrifying. But the sleep 'remedy'? She spoke once more, one eye opening. "...Condemning me to forced sleep? Oh no. Oooooh no. No no no." She'd told Nimena about her dreams many times. So the being 'good'? Or at least trying to be less panicky? Her willingness to try was very much implied.*
Ravyn Blackheart : remained silent taking in every bit of information the two were feeding her and it made sense. "I knew you wouldn't have killed Gisselle by your own free will, you saved her so many damn times hearing that made no sense.....This Athena Pandora person supposed mate of this Crimson fucker has been taking sacrifices that I have to keep re fucking building and now he has hold of my brother, well....maybe...I don't see a collar around his neck. "Which sparked an idea and made Tylan raise an eyebrow, another reason for Tylan to slit Crimson's throat. Anyhow, Ravyn had a sort of wicked smile on her face as one could tell the wheels in her head were on complete overdrive as she clapped her hands and started pacing while speaking. "Well I may have a solution but I AM against this practice as you well know and you would have to be a willing participant for this to work.....if you care for my daughter in law as a friend as you been saying, you might want to consider this option..." She stated continuing to pace as she continued on. " His control could be stopped if someone else was in control meaning I hate the practice of collaring, but I am willing to collar you and keep you under my control...without the control, If you were my collared you would be controlled by me and he wouldn't be able to break my collar nor my hold, and it would be temporary till we could defeat him.....which will also put you back in the game of protecting the family and getting rid of Athena's ailment also....you know how strong my holds are.....It may just work....but I would have to go out, make the collar outside the dungeon, come back, put it on you...then when you leave my collar will take effect before he realizes your out of the dungeon.." It was a thought but he would still have to be a willing participant. <e>
Ɗɾɑƙƙʚɳɪϟ : would narrow his gaze at the thought of the idea, Though she did make sense and though he didn't like it one bit. "I am against collaring...but I suppose in some situations it can't be helped I guess..." He would give another growl, The male would stand and walk over towards the door. "I will accept on one condition..." He stated before going silent, Drakkonis would look back towards Tacita before sighing softly. "I've only been collared twice...and I will only be collared a final time..." The creature would hiss softly, Drakkonis would place a hand on the iron door and tapped all of his finger's upon it causing a thud noise for each finger tapping against it. "Longer you take...the more damage he does...I'd suggest make haste." With that the creature would recede back to his beloved.<e>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤Ѵᾶȴԑɳԑяøȿ¤ : waited for her to contemplate her statements for a few moments before she spoke out to her. "Good, you know I do this for your well being.." She knew she hated to sleep which is why it was the best leverage she had to get Izzy to take care of herself as she sat down in a chair and crossed her legs. "You know me better then that, you know I wouldn't have let you bleed out nor would I let you get ruff with the staff, you play ruff its who you are, if you were in the training room I wouldn't care, I cannot replace my staff at the moment being stuck in another dimension..." She said with a shake of her head as she continued on. "Whatever is happening with the Triskelion, hopefully they will contain themselves long enough to let us solve what is happening here, I normally do not push other peoples commitments aside, but as you well know Eladrin is in a crisis and I need you at your best, so you need to fight your instincts just a little bit in order to help us all, believe me we need all the help we can get.." She explained putting her hands in her lap even though she was sitting there covered in blood awaiting for the woman to just go to sleep already. <e>
Tacita : she growled as best she could in her human like form and narrowed her own eyes but when her mate agreed to this idea she would lower her eyes and sigh softly. "What... of myself? If this actually works in keeping him under control... ah... your control, Ravyn. Will I have to stay here in the cell or will I too be... free to be at my mate's side?" asking lightly but she would not be surprised if they kept her there for she was only collared... not mind controlled... as her mate had been.~
Ravyn Blackheart : She nodded to Drakkonis and looked to Tacita. "If Crimson was controlling you through Drakkonis himself and not by some other means I do not see no reason for you not to be free, I think Tylan will agree as well, unless there is other information I need to know, but if you fear Crimson will take hold of you once more or have some sort of leverage I can make a matching collar for you as well, AGAIN this is only temporary till we can get rid of the problem...once the Ouroboros is taken care of I promise on my children's life you will be released, but i need to know how many I am making before I go to the surface and begin..." She explained as she waited for the answer rather she was making one or making two, but either way it wouldn't take her long. <e>
·Izzy· : *sighed, her head shaking and placing hands down so the backs were against the bed and the sigil-scarred palms were straight up. They were alarmingly neatly done, too, for self-performed scarification. Brutal as it sounded? She knew it had to be, and thus did it. "I do...I just...I can't fight who and what I am. I woke up somewhere unfamiliar..." Well, she was calm enough now, mostly due to Nimena's presence, that she could at least hold a conversation. "...I know...It just reminds me..." She had a pained expression as she reflexively rolled shoulders, thinking again. "...I'd never hurt them. Even in this state..." There was a pause as she thought about that. "...In this state I don't even know if I could. I just had to...Get away." Her eyes opened and she took a deep breath, hoping -that- would help clear her mind. It didn't. "...I'm aware we are. Whatever caused it caused..." She sounded disgusted at her own state. "...This. My wards...All gone...The silence and blindness is making me sick." It was odd just how much she relied on the Celestial power without really thinking about it. The Draconic side of her showed more readily. "It broke my connection. A hundred threads snapped at once inside my head...It feels like they still are..." She did, however, wince as Triskelion was mentioned. In her weakened state she couldn't even be bothered to lie about her history. "...Triskelion is an infested ruin. It fell an age ago. I'm...All that's left...What did this to me was...Something else." She didn't sound like the usual Izzy. She sounded truly defeated for once. Even worse was how being like this gave her time to think. "...I have a lot of apologies to make. To you for...This. Gisselle for not watching over her...Tylan for...Well, that's a list in and of itself..." She would have smirked if she felt up to it. Izzy could be surprisingly sweet and sound surprisingly caring about everybody when she wasn't being herself. Perhaps getting injured every now and then was good for her...Nah. "...Give me a day and I'll be good for whatever's needed..." There was no way she'd be entirely back to herself that quickly, but the moment of calm was letting the persona fall back into place. Perhaps if she could fool herself she'd feel better about things. It was obviously feigned but hey. She had to try.*
Ɗɾɑƙƙʚɳɪϟ : "One...No limitations...aside from me only listening to you..." The creature would give a hiss, Though he would relax a little bit before going back to petting his wife. <e>
Tacita : She looked and cuddled into her love as she then looked over to Tylan and Ravyn once more... "As long as it works... you should only need the one collar." she smiled as she would rather stay in the dungeons then have a collar around her neck. I mean she DID do things that MADE herself get caught before the children were actually taken, by another... again. Her heart thumping against her chest as she hoped this was going to work for the favor of her love.~
Ravyn Blackheart : nodded to Tacita and looked to Tylan. "Our work is done here..." She said motioning for Tylan to follow leaving Drakkonis and Tacita behind in the dungeon, they were safer there. She spoke to Tylan while they were inside the dungeon. "Go to your sister and her new mate, explain the situation as you heard it from them. And explain that I have a solution to fix their issue, I will be gone for the day...I have a rather sturdy collar to build. " She explained as once they reached the surface she vanished from Tylan's sight and sent a message to Blaze. ~My handsome man. I am afraid you will not be able to find me for a day or so....for I have some....well say business to attend too. You need me...send a message and I will get there as soon as I can...~ And with that she was off to hell to ....start her process. <e>
PixieVanHopper : + The bunny was in the kitchen. After everything that had happened.. she was staying in her fricken kitchen! She nibbled on her paws and tilted her head to the side. Sighing softly, the furr had slightly ruffled along her back. Her left ear flopped over the left side of her eye. She blew at it. Trying to get it away from her eye. It didn't do anything to help. So..she did what she usually did.. Pixie baked. She made carrot cakes and muffins. She even made a few suckers. Anything to distract her from the happenings of outside. Yep she was safe in her little kitchen! Well not such a little kitchen. She just felt safer here. Things made sense here. The light in the kitchen didn't turn dark. The ovens didn't try to eat her. Just everything made sense.. in the kitchen..+e+
Ɗɾɑƙƙʚɳɪϟ : would look up from his seated position while stroking a sleeping Tacita's hair, The creature would speak up to Damien whom was standing in the door way of his cell. "Hello." He narrowed his eye's and sighed softly before shaking his head, The male would laugh a little bit before speaking once more. "Come to tell me they're going to kill me for what I have done?" The male asked as he continued to pet his beloved, He would look back down to his Tacita and then held her close to him. "If so...I refuse until I am able to cut the fate string between Tacita and I" He added before growing silent.<e>
Tacita : She stirred in her love's arms and even tried to snuggle up a bit more into him. Then she realized that they had a visitor and so slowly did her eyes open up to see Damien there in the door way with a female guard. "fffather..." she woke up a bit more and smiled towards him. The collar still on the floor by the door way and not around her neck any more. She touched her tummy as if in protection but without even realizing she was doing such. "What... is going on out there, Father?" asking softly and even though she heard her love's words about them maybe wanting him dead and such... she ignored it.~
Lord Blackheart : merely shook his head as his son asked him what he had to say, though he would speak his self on just what had been going on. "No son." He walked over to the wall nearest the window, though as he did, the man could feel his energy being sapped from him. His claws grew an inch or so, as did his canines, though it was not because he wished to frighten his family. It was more because of the enchantment each cell had on them. "They know it's not your fault, and that you've been taken over by Crimson, but what is to happen to him, I am not so sure on." He admitted, the man casually placing his arms on the wall, before he turned back to face his children. "I visit you now, in the hopes you can assist us, son." He began with a smile, though he was unsure of just what the response would be. "It is not Crimson they fear, but you, son." He informed with a sigh. "If we have any hope of stopping him, or even bringing him back to his self, we need you." He lowered his face. "Why did you let yourself be claimed?"
Ɗɾɑƙƙʚɳɪϟ : "I do not know, My love here had to explain what I did to get here in the first place..." The male would respond after listening to both his beloved and his father, Drakkonis would narrow his gaze upon the male before shifting his gaze back to Tacita. "I don't remember anything after the point of chasing down Crimson...I didn't even remember putting that collar on her..." The male would sigh and soon leaned down and gave his beloved a kiss, He would then raise to a straight posture once more and went back to stroking his loves hair. "I don't remember anything..." The creature would sigh again before shaking his head.<e>
Tacita : She looked and watched the two of them while they spoke up... "It is true Father... Crimson somehow had taken him over and he was ordered to collar me so that I too may do Crimson's bidding. IF you wish Drak's help it will probably have to be after Crimson is taken down for I fear that these walls are the only thing that is keeping Drak from doing Crimson's bidding... once again." She bit her lower lip and nuzzled into her love while she was a bit worried for their son... "how is Azriel doing?" ~
PixieVanHopper : + She sighed softly and dared... to look outside. Well she didn't see anything unusual at the moment. It caused her to sigh in relief. No creepy thing. No darkness. No shadowy things. Pixie moved from the window and began to finish decorating the muffins. Mostly just adding chocolate chips to the muffins. Possibly a few strawberries and blueberries on the rest. She placed one blueberry in her mouth and chewed softly. +e+
Lord Blackheart : heaved a heavy sigh once more. "It burdens my heart to see you both in here, but my sister and the ruler of these lands are working to find a way to take him down, or at least stop him long enough to question him." He admitted with yet another sigh. "I visit here, not because of the ruler's words, or even on my sister's behalf, but because you are my son." He informed, the man growing frustrated now, with the fact that the younger man's mind was not as clear as it had been in the time before. "I seek out your assistance, because these lands." He paused, gesturing out to one side with clawed fingers, his hands balling into fists, to pound on the windows. As he did, they would quiver a little, but they would retain their structural integrity still, as he tried his best to show just how dire their threat was. "The same lands that we have lived in, fought on, and even laughed in, they will be destroyed, if we do nothing but sit back and talk." His violet blue eyes narrowed with ambition, as well as the determination to make a difference. "Your children are okay for the most part, though." It was here, when he paused a second time, to let them take in all that he had said until this point. "How long they remain this way, is up to you two." He reminded. "I seek your aid of my own free will, hoping that there are answers to this." He sighed, returning back to the wall, where he leaned his back against it. "If not for these lands, than for your children. Do you really wish them to visit your uncle?"
Tacita : She cringed a bit for she had not seen Damien so upset in a long while. She then tilted her head and after a kiss to her love's lips she grimaced slightly... "I am not sure what we can add, Father to what we know and already told you. Drak's mind will just be taken over again if he is let out of these dungeons. He does not even really remember how he got to the cell to begin with. Actually even I do not remember what all happened... other then me trying to take the children... the last thing I remember is Dante knocking me on my ass and as I was going towards the floor... I was hit by something and blacked out. Next thing I remember after that is being here with Drak. I only know that Crimson did not wish to harm the children... or at least that is what he told me... he only wanted them for... leverage." she shuddered slightly and sighed.~
·Izzy· : *The first thing she noticed was echoing voices. Why were there voices? For a moment or two, she existed in a kind of almost-dreamlike state. nothing happened other than the bleary half-opening of a single grey eye while her body was kept very still save for shallow breath. A moment later the survival instincts kicked in, in full force. When she had got very 'sleepy' (or more accurately, passed out), she was on the floor of the training room. A place she knew and had no intention of leaving. Yet here she was, elsewhere. Thanks to one of the guards who had just gone to try and train normally, and instead found an unconscious, injured and really quite heavy Izzy slumped against a wall, she had been brought to the infirmary, covered in what looked like lash wounds and thin, shallow lacerations like from wire or something. Consciously, though, Izzy was still in a panic, her head still swimming. It wasn't as entirely wrecked as it had been, but now the panic and worry of what had happened, to say nothing of her current state had taken it's place. Stumbling immediately when trying to put her weight on anything and ending up on the floor, she rapidly backed up on hands and feet with a repeated, panicked, and breathless "Get away from me get away from me get away from me...", reopening a couple of the injuries as she did. After all, healing magic tended to bounce off her. Her wards were shattered, her head was swimming and pounding in equal measure, and she had woken up somewhere not immediately familiar. Bumping off a wall, she practically jumped a mile and would have probably shrieked in a very un-Izzy-like manner had she had the breath to, instead it just ended up as a gasp-like thing, pulling herself against it instead. The dimensional shift had played complete hell with her.*
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤Ѵᾶȴԑɳԑяøȿ¤ : had returned from Damon who was not a picnic to be around at the moment using her maiden name in reference, and not the Numenesse one either.....one not many knew of. She grimaced when she heard that Izzy was in the infirmary.....which should have been a complete and utter shock, but with everything that had been going on in the kingdom recently, nothing seemed shocking anymore. She shimmered into the infirmary where she saw a very panicked Izzy telling the staff to stay away and ripping her own wounds apart. "Enough of this..." Healing spells may bounce off so lets try a restraint spell. Straps would appear from the gurney as she had them bind Izzy's hands and feet forcing her back down to the bed as she walked over to her. "Whatever happened does not matter, your safe now and rather you wish to admit to me or yourself or no one at all, you need help, if I have to keep these binds on you to keep you down till your fully healed I will don't make me do so...." She said pulling out a needle and thread from a box ready to do this old style as she sat down in her white dress with some herbal antiseptic getting ready to physically tend to Izzy's wounds. "Now be a good girl and hold still and for the love of all things holy do not give me any crap because I have dealt with so much these last two weeks...as have you and everyone else....this is no time to throw a fit..." Straight forward and to the point, Izzy wasn't getting away with using her temper to get her way this time....She put some antiseptic on Izzy's wounds and began starting to sew them shut bit by bit to reseal them before she looses any more blood. <e>
·Izzy· : *If there was one thing Izzy absolutely despised, it was being being bound to anything or restrained in any way. She hated that BEFORE the 'incident' that caused her to lose her wings, so now? It was only going to make things worse. It was mildly unnerving just seeing her like this. There was none of the usual brashness or anger. It was...Well, fear. Very real, very impulsive fear all too similar to that from her watching Triskelion burn, and the later incident with removing the wings. Struggling against the restraints for a few moments with a muttered, repeated "...No...Please no..." she then gave up entirely, wide eyes strangely emotive, and none of it looked good. While a more consciously aware Izzy would have been entirely understanding of this, she was currently in quite a different mindset entirely. Gone was the entirety of her usual persona, instead replaced by somebody frankly too scared and distraught to even speak or cry, as much as that tiny part of her that remembered how to wanted to. It wasn't even a conscious attempt to use her temper or anything similar. This was an utterly foreign side of the hybrid. "...I...Can't see anything...Why can't I..." Her eyes seemed to track movement, so she clearly wasn't talking about her own conscious vision. On another note, she didn't even wince or move at the stitching, though. Physical pain? She could do that no problem.*
Ravyn Blackheart : and Tylan had talked for some time and Tylan agreed while Gisselle was resting with Darius she had managed to talk Tylan with her wicked wilds to bring her down to speak with her brother assuring him he could be there the entire time that she was just as upset because Gisselle was the mother of her grandchildren. Tylan had opened the door to the dungeons and she felt the shift....something she wasn't used too...being a mortal...it felt fricken weird. How she managed to avoid this place was beyond her....well. That wasn't entirely true, she was sent here when she was returned from being a statue the first time when she first attacked the queen before the queen was her daughter in law, but the stay didn't last long and she was out of it when she was in there. Tylan had brought her silently all the way to Drakkonis and Tacita's cell and Ravyn looked to the two of them with a slight sigh. "I am not going to get angry this time......but I deserve an explanation from one or both of you...before I decide to help you get the hell out of here. Why did YOU Drakkonis kill my daughter in law and YOU Tacita try to kidnap my children and grandchildren.....since Gisselle is alive and recovering and the children are not forever traumatized I will start with Tacita.." She said looking over to her, usually rainbow eyes now crystal blue in this mortal form as she awaits a response. <e>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤Ѵᾶȴԑɳԑяøȿ¤ : continued to stitch even though the woman was distraught and fidgeting around, but she wasn't releasing her until she knew the stitching was full proof. It needed to be for someone like Izzy. "If you weren't freaking out I wouldn't have tied you down.....you have left me no choice my friend, I cannot have you flipping out on my staff. And I can't have you bleed out either....so I was left to do what I had to do for your safety, I have had to do this to my own daughters when they were severely injured and throwing fits..." Which happend to Thraele and Gisselle a lot. Hearing the 'I heard that!' from Thraele in the background who was recovering from giving birth she let out a soft sigh and continued stitching. When she was finished she looked over to Izzy with a heavy sigh. "I am going to release the binds, your stitching is finished. You still need to recover and rest from the blood loss, if you refuse then I am going to have to put you out with an herbal sleep remedy so you can rest..... I am asking please do not make me force anything else upon you my friend. I don't like having to do this..." She said waving her hand and having the binds come loose from Izzy's limbs waiting to see if she would cooperate or she would have to return to said drastic measures, her white gown now covered in splatters of Izzy's blood. <e>
Tacita : She sighed softly and looked up to Drak as again she would have to explain what happened and the reasoning why... "Well... Drak went to go fight Crimson and somehow Drak was taken over via a mind control. The best thing for him, right now would to stay where he is for as soon as he leaves from this cell... he will be like a puppet... with no memories... that Crimson can manipulate. That is why Gisselle was killed... the children... Crimson wanted them as... leverage and due to the fact that Drak put a collar that Crimson could control me by... he ordered me to kidnap the children. Drak has taken the collar off of me and so I can not be manipulated in that fashion, any more." she shivered slightly as if she were cold but she was not... not really it was just all of this... emotional roller coaster she was going through right now.~
Ɗɾɑƙƙʚɳɪϟ : listened to the the two of them speak, His eye's laid upon the collar at the foot of the door. His face clearly expressing dislike and almost hatred, The creature would do his best to let out a growl as he usually would but it had come out more of a human like growl. He would wrap and arm around his beloved and rub her sides, The male tried to comfort his beloved but there wasn't anything much more than what he was able to do. "All I remember is going to fight Crimson and then ending up here with my beloved collared and her explaining to me that I killed someone I'd never even think of harming..." The creature would let out another human like growl, Oh Crimson was doing so well with trying to make peace with the Blackhearts. Drakkonis would have to reward the creature for such efforts. Perhaps death or being trapped in that little box of his that he had once put a certain someone in before, Mmm no that was to generous...Crimson deserved something far more worse.<e>
·Izzy· : *The hybrid winced, Nimena's voice alone having the kind of calming effect that familiarity could bring somebody so distraught. Still, she was a long hike away from stable. All the time while struggling and freaking out, she had kept her fists clenched. A fairly typically Izzy response to...Well, anything really. She tried to slow and stabilize her jagged breathing, admittedly mostly in vain. "...Please..." She winced, still panicky but trying her hardest to regain control. A traumatized freak with a faint tinge of draconic rage? Yeah, that was never going to go well. "...Next time...Let me bleed out. Preferable to being tied down..." It was hard to tell if that was Izzy's sense of humour surfacing for a moment or not. She slowly opened a hand when Nimena released the bindings, frankly too drained to move again now she was conscious to do anything even if she wanted to. At least for a few minutes. The palm was cut up much as a lot of her seemed to be, albeit in a far more deliberate manner. This was by her own hand with the small knife usually on her belt. Panic leading to the instinctive desperation and 'any means necessary' attitude often shown by those slightly closer to the lunatic fringe of some hunters and paladins alike, she had used whatever was to hand to create protective sigils. Pain was usually a secondary concern to Izzy at best even in her more 'normal' mindset. Only paying some level of attention to Nimena, who clearly knew best, she immediately tried to get up before failing and giving up on that plan, replacing it with a faint growl to her still-shallow and jagged breath, eyes closing again and fists balling once more mostly in anger directed towards herself. "...Whatever happened...My wards...It hurts to think and it's all so...Dark...God I'm sorry..." Well, she had her senses about her to some extent. She was just exhausted, still jumpy at every sound in the background, and still on the edge of something terrifying. But the sleep 'remedy'? She spoke once more, one eye opening. "...Condemning me to forced sleep? Oh no. Oooooh no. No no no." She'd told Nimena about her dreams many times. So the being 'good'? Or at least trying to be less panicky? Her willingness to try was very much implied.*
Ravyn Blackheart : remained silent taking in every bit of information the two were feeding her and it made sense. "I knew you wouldn't have killed Gisselle by your own free will, you saved her so many damn times hearing that made no sense.....This Athena Pandora person supposed mate of this Crimson fucker has been taking sacrifices that I have to keep re fucking building and now he has hold of my brother, well....maybe...I don't see a collar around his neck. "Which sparked an idea and made Tylan raise an eyebrow, another reason for Tylan to slit Crimson's throat. Anyhow, Ravyn had a sort of wicked smile on her face as one could tell the wheels in her head were on complete overdrive as she clapped her hands and started pacing while speaking. "Well I may have a solution but I AM against this practice as you well know and you would have to be a willing participant for this to work.....if you care for my daughter in law as a friend as you been saying, you might want to consider this option..." She stated continuing to pace as she continued on. " His control could be stopped if someone else was in control meaning I hate the practice of collaring, but I am willing to collar you and keep you under my control...without the control, If you were my collared you would be controlled by me and he wouldn't be able to break my collar nor my hold, and it would be temporary till we could defeat him.....which will also put you back in the game of protecting the family and getting rid of Athena's ailment also....you know how strong my holds are.....It may just work....but I would have to go out, make the collar outside the dungeon, come back, put it on you...then when you leave my collar will take effect before he realizes your out of the dungeon.." It was a thought but he would still have to be a willing participant. <e>
Ɗɾɑƙƙʚɳɪϟ : would narrow his gaze at the thought of the idea, Though she did make sense and though he didn't like it one bit. "I am against collaring...but I suppose in some situations it can't be helped I guess..." He would give another growl, The male would stand and walk over towards the door. "I will accept on one condition..." He stated before going silent, Drakkonis would look back towards Tacita before sighing softly. "I've only been collared twice...and I will only be collared a final time..." The creature would hiss softly, Drakkonis would place a hand on the iron door and tapped all of his finger's upon it causing a thud noise for each finger tapping against it. "Longer you take...the more damage he does...I'd suggest make haste." With that the creature would recede back to his beloved.<e>
¤Ɲiɱέɳᾶ¤Ѵᾶȴԑɳԑяøȿ¤ : waited for her to contemplate her statements for a few moments before she spoke out to her. "Good, you know I do this for your well being.." She knew she hated to sleep which is why it was the best leverage she had to get Izzy to take care of herself as she sat down in a chair and crossed her legs. "You know me better then that, you know I wouldn't have let you bleed out nor would I let you get ruff with the staff, you play ruff its who you are, if you were in the training room I wouldn't care, I cannot replace my staff at the moment being stuck in another dimension..." She said with a shake of her head as she continued on. "Whatever is happening with the Triskelion, hopefully they will contain themselves long enough to let us solve what is happening here, I normally do not push other peoples commitments aside, but as you well know Eladrin is in a crisis and I need you at your best, so you need to fight your instincts just a little bit in order to help us all, believe me we need all the help we can get.." She explained putting her hands in her lap even though she was sitting there covered in blood awaiting for the woman to just go to sleep already. <e>
Tacita : she growled as best she could in her human like form and narrowed her own eyes but when her mate agreed to this idea she would lower her eyes and sigh softly. "What... of myself? If this actually works in keeping him under control... ah... your control, Ravyn. Will I have to stay here in the cell or will I too be... free to be at my mate's side?" asking lightly but she would not be surprised if they kept her there for she was only collared... not mind controlled... as her mate had been.~
Ravyn Blackheart : She nodded to Drakkonis and looked to Tacita. "If Crimson was controlling you through Drakkonis himself and not by some other means I do not see no reason for you not to be free, I think Tylan will agree as well, unless there is other information I need to know, but if you fear Crimson will take hold of you once more or have some sort of leverage I can make a matching collar for you as well, AGAIN this is only temporary till we can get rid of the problem...once the Ouroboros is taken care of I promise on my children's life you will be released, but i need to know how many I am making before I go to the surface and begin..." She explained as she waited for the answer rather she was making one or making two, but either way it wouldn't take her long. <e>
·Izzy· : *sighed, her head shaking and placing hands down so the backs were against the bed and the sigil-scarred palms were straight up. They were alarmingly neatly done, too, for self-performed scarification. Brutal as it sounded? She knew it had to be, and thus did it. "I do...I just...I can't fight who and what I am. I woke up somewhere unfamiliar..." Well, she was calm enough now, mostly due to Nimena's presence, that she could at least hold a conversation. "...I know...It just reminds me..." She had a pained expression as she reflexively rolled shoulders, thinking again. "...I'd never hurt them. Even in this state..." There was a pause as she thought about that. "...In this state I don't even know if I could. I just had to...Get away." Her eyes opened and she took a deep breath, hoping -that- would help clear her mind. It didn't. "...I'm aware we are. Whatever caused it caused..." She sounded disgusted at her own state. "...This. My wards...All gone...The silence and blindness is making me sick." It was odd just how much she relied on the Celestial power without really thinking about it. The Draconic side of her showed more readily. "It broke my connection. A hundred threads snapped at once inside my head...It feels like they still are..." She did, however, wince as Triskelion was mentioned. In her weakened state she couldn't even be bothered to lie about her history. "...Triskelion is an infested ruin. It fell an age ago. I'm...All that's left...What did this to me was...Something else." She didn't sound like the usual Izzy. She sounded truly defeated for once. Even worse was how being like this gave her time to think. "...I have a lot of apologies to make. To you for...This. Gisselle for not watching over her...Tylan for...Well, that's a list in and of itself..." She would have smirked if she felt up to it. Izzy could be surprisingly sweet and sound surprisingly caring about everybody when she wasn't being herself. Perhaps getting injured every now and then was good for her...Nah. "...Give me a day and I'll be good for whatever's needed..." There was no way she'd be entirely back to herself that quickly, but the moment of calm was letting the persona fall back into place. Perhaps if she could fool herself she'd feel better about things. It was obviously feigned but hey. She had to try.*
Ɗɾɑƙƙʚɳɪϟ : "One...No limitations...aside from me only listening to you..." The creature would give a hiss, Though he would relax a little bit before going back to petting his wife. <e>
Tacita : She looked and cuddled into her love as she then looked over to Tylan and Ravyn once more... "As long as it works... you should only need the one collar." she smiled as she would rather stay in the dungeons then have a collar around her neck. I mean she DID do things that MADE herself get caught before the children were actually taken, by another... again. Her heart thumping against her chest as she hoped this was going to work for the favor of her love.~
Ravyn Blackheart : nodded to Tacita and looked to Tylan. "Our work is done here..." She said motioning for Tylan to follow leaving Drakkonis and Tacita behind in the dungeon, they were safer there. She spoke to Tylan while they were inside the dungeon. "Go to your sister and her new mate, explain the situation as you heard it from them. And explain that I have a solution to fix their issue, I will be gone for the day...I have a rather sturdy collar to build. " She explained as once they reached the surface she vanished from Tylan's sight and sent a message to Blaze. ~My handsome man. I am afraid you will not be able to find me for a day or so....for I have some....well say business to attend too. You need me...send a message and I will get there as soon as I can...~ And with that she was off to hell to ....start her process. <e>