Closed A bloody and gruesome encounter [Crypt]

[Tanjun Vorot]

70th day, Fall 513 AV Streets of Ravok. A small girl was just skidding along the walkways. She was bored, bored out of her mind. Lately she hadn't had the chance to play with someone. None of the people she wanted to play with, had time to, or wanted to play with her. That's why she started to hang around the entrance to Ravok. Maybe some of the travelers, bored of their journey, wanted to have some fun with her. As a matter of fact, a lone symenestra, accompanying a group of other travelers, seemed to have some interest in her. Of course he just saw a surrogate for his child, but Tanjun didn't know that. What she had planned for him was something he would expect either. The poor guy only saw Tanjun as a small child, ready to be taken away. He didn't care that she carried that large weapon on her back. In fact, he didn't even think that she could even wield it. The girl led the man into some secluded alley. There she turned around and started to smile, well in the guy's eyes, very sweetly. He didn't once pick up on the killing intent of Tanjun. "So this is where you want to play, little girl? ", he asked as if he were far superior to her. "Best to keep this brat ignorant of what I want. Even if she's not a beauty, or strong, she approached me to 'play'.", he thought to himself, just before he felt the large weapon of the girl hitting him in the knee. Apparently while the Symenestra was thinking, the girl had taken her weapon from her back and smashed the bottom of the handle against his knee. All he could feel was the pain of shattered bone as he fell to the ground, screaming from that very pain. "Hihihi, I love that cry of yours. Let me hear some more ok?", she gniffled as she then hit the guy on his shoulder, breaking the bones there and getting yet another cry of pain from him. "I'll try to keep you alive as long as possible. I'm not sure how well I'll do, but please hang on to life as long as you can, ok?", she asked him with her honey-sweet voice. She then continued breaking his bones one by one, taking a break after each third broken bone. After the 9th bone, she started to feel bored a little. His screams seemed to lose their intensity. "If you don't scream better, I'll have to change my tactic.", she told the guy. "What the petch is wrong with this bitch? Who would enjoy this? Darnit! I shouldn't have........", he thought as the girl then suddenly chopped off a finger. With yet another scream, the girl started smiling again. "You petching bitch! Who would...... love this shyke?", he cursed at her. Cocking her head, Tanjun replied: "What you mean? I love hearing you scream. Don't you like it?" She actually couldn't care less if he liked it or not, but he didn't have to know that right now, now did he? "No! Of course......", he started and then felt something smashing against his head. A warm liquid seemed to run down the side of his face. His awareness of the situation dwindled. All he felt right now was pain from his broken bones and the pounding headache he had now. "Now now, toys shouldn't talk back now do they?, the girl told him.

[Crypt]

Transaction :

2 Books (Average) on Hypnotism and Animation, purchased at Black Tar Alchemical Services - 100 GM

Purchases done for the day, Crypt moved back to his apartment at an easy pace, reading his new purchase while giving a modicum of attention to his surroundings, engrossed as he was in reading.

...And Hypnotism allows one to persuade, to manipulate others to do as they wish - but not totally against their beliefs, for it is near impossible to do so, even without arousing the suspicions of the targets. Use then subtlety in all that you do: as mentioned above, all creatures have auras. Let the user then touch their auras with their own, expanding it around them, piercing it gently that the target will be more susceptible to the hypnotic suggestions.

First. Suggestion is the most subtle of methods, whether verbal or non-verbal. Simple concepts can be conveyed, and layering them will allow the Hypnotist to have a greater chance of success.

Second. Creating Emotion in the mind of the target - although weak and most probably ignored by all, its purpose is not to saturate the target in that one emotion. Rather, it sets the tone -

The screams had attracted his attention.

Somehow, no one had heard them yet. Perhaps it was an area obscure enough that no one would bother about it, assuming that it was an Ebonstryfe operation of some sort and hence they would be better off ignoring it, but it sounded interesting.

And so Crypt placed the book into his backpack, left hand moving towards the hilt of his father's longsword, moving towards the direction of the screams at a slower speed. It was easy finding the location; all he had to do was retrace his steps every time he felt the noise getting louder, and progress in the direction in which the intensity was increasing.

A short girl was apparently torturing a Symenestra.

As was his habit, when faced with something he did not understand, he continued to observe, noting what he could of the sadist.

Female. Short, but apparently old enough to wield that glaive, roughly 1 foot taller than she is. Seems slightly experienced with that. Appears to enjoy torture.

Symenestra. Doesn't look like anyone I've seen, but does not necessarily mean that he isn't a citizen. Conjecture: since Female does not appear to be too concerned about being found out, she either has methods of detection and escape or has done such a thing before, leading to confidence. If she has done such a thing before, it is reasonable to assume that the Symenestra is not a citizen. Now to know more.

The transition from normal sight to mage-sight, to Auristics, was made seamlessly, with practiced ease. And he stared at the twain, concentrating on the Symenestra's aura first.

The spikes of pain emanating from the Symenestra, warping its aura in a distorted manner, was most evident the second he glanced at him. There was pain, there was anger, but it was diluted from before as the pain overrode his previous emotions. His aura was displaying incoherence, moving around himself almost frantically.

Crypt frowned, and delved deeper into his concentration. The Symenestra had multiple bones broken, and he could see at least one compound fracture. A long finger lay some distance away from the writhing mass, testament to either the edge of the glaive or the strength behind the blow that had cut it off.

Crypt made a small jerking motion, caught off-guard by the sudden revelation of how the creature's venom would feel like if he ingested it - corrosive, painful and extremely sour. It had no relevance to what he wanted to know, but at least it was something.

He moved to the female, who was treating this like a game.

Perhaps it's just a game to her. Note her reference to her victim as a 'toy', and her tone used when speaking to the victim.

Pleasure, pleasure, pleasure. The dual-sided emotion was most prominent after a few seconds of concentrating on her relatively stable aura, spreading through her entire body. She enjoyed it, and Crypt shuddered. He could perhaps justify her use of torture, but enjoying it to such an extent? Gods forbid.

Blue eyes, face looks quite young, her body is petite, but her muscles are... What was the term? A second more, a second more... There. She has definitely been using the glaive quite frequently. Her arm muscles are too developed for a typical female of her age.

Crypt shifted to a different aspect of her aura inadvertently, synchronizing with it.

She was fractured. Like him, and not like him. There was something before this persona, but he could not tell what it was like - whether it was worse or not. Crypt discarded that observation after receiving a few seconds' worth of conflicting information. It was too uncertain for him.

No specifics then. But what's this?

The auras of the glaive and the girl were tainted by death. By blood spilled by her.

Dira's mark is tingling. She... has killed before. The scent of blood, old but still piercing, fills my nostrils. But it isn't overpowering. Only a few then. I should end the Symenestra's life, but he's already in so much pain, a chime or so won't really matter. I will have to distract her from the victim, and to do that I require a sufficiently distracting appearance.

He put on his hood, sinking back into his cloak to form a vaguely mysterious figure. Breathing in, he touched his other mark, an elaborate inverted triangle, and breathed out as he felt the divine Djed, feeling it move up to his face, wrapping around it as he weaved an illusion, hiding his face in shadow. He brushed the dust away from his cloak as he created another, making the cloak seem like it was larger and covered more of his body than it actually did.

He approached the girl slowly, speaking as he did so and entering into his first foray into Hypnotism.

"What are you doing, little girl? Perhaps you should stop a while, and tell me why."

His aura approached hers, touching hers delicately. Crypt focused on it, expending his Djed in the process of entering that sphere of influence around her the book spoke of, sending a subliminal message to perhaps stop her from the torture, to perhaps convince her to talk to him.

Stop. Talk.

He didn't expect it to do much - perhaps only a momentary cessation before she returned to her business if he did not interrupt her, but Crypt expected that his appearance would do the trick, and allow him to continue using Hypnotism on her.

She wouldn't be able to sense it, not being a mage (as far as Crypt could, examining her rather miniscule aura).

This had better go well.

[Tanjun Vorot]

The little girl couldn't help but giggle at the pain the Symenestra was in. Oh the joy, how fun it was to draw pain from others. It was too bad that this toy was almost broken now. But she has had her share of fun. Should she be nice to him and end it fast? Nah, she was going to use him until he drew no more breath. After all... a toy was but a toy. You didn't need compassion for them, right? What could be another way to draw more screams from his lips? Oh, she could step on one of the broken bones. Surely that would hurt right? Her smirk went downright evil as she looked down on the poor sod. She was ready to step on his broken leg, but then she heard someone behind her. Someone wanted to interrupt her playtime? Who would dare that? Couldn't they see that she didn't want to be disturbed? She turned around, only to be met with the presence... of some big cloaked guy. First he dared to interrupt her and he also called her a little girl. She was pissed. She was still growing, it would just take a little while. "Can't you see what I'm doing? I'm playing with this nice mister here. Now beat it, because he's almost broken and I want to play some more with him.", she said rather brusk. She hated being called little. Treated as a kid. Even though she had seen only thirteen winters, didn't mean that they could just treat her like a little kid.

[Crypt]

Alright, it didn't work. Not that I expected it to - the book says I have to reinforce my efforts, so let's try again. Talk, not torture. She's stopped, so that's a good thing... I guess? So... Conveying concepts.

"You say you're playing with him, aren't you? Little girls play more often than adult females do. Although they do play quite an enjoyable game."

Crypt smirked under his illusion; the euphemism would most probably be undetected by the rude girl, but considering her hobby (of sorts), he wouldn't be surprised if he did.

Converse.

He moved slightly closer, ignoring the screams emanating from the mouth on the pain-warped visage of the Symenestra. Death would come soon. Death was a gift, after all, compared to the pain of a continued existence - his continued existence.

Dira had shown him the truth - perhaps only part of it - and he would try to enlighten those that he could.

She's apathetic to others. Perhaps for all except the ones closest to her. Enjoying torture, indifferent to the pain of others... Perhaps Rhysol might enjoy using her in his service. Perhaps.

"So tell me. Should I help you or him? I could just break his neck to save him from all the pain you must enjoy inflicting on him... Or I could just ignore this and go away. And have a guilty conscience that would fade within a score of days. It would be terribly troublesome."

Continue.

[Tanjun Vorot]

Tanjun didn't understand the guy. Adult females played an enjoyable game? What did htat mean? There wasn't anything more fun out there then torturing some random person? "Huh? What'cha mean, sir? I don't understand. What could be more fun then this?", she asked. It was rather clear she didn't understand what he meant at all. His next comment tho... it angered her. He helping her, or him!? Neither of them, just walk away and ignore what you saw. That was what this girl wanted. It was HER toy, not someone else's. He dared to ask if he should help her? Piss off. No one should help her. All they could do is point out how she could torture more effectively. "You ain't helpin no one. He's my toy, MINE. If you dare......", she started screaming, but then noticed she had slashed her glaive into the poor symenestran face. Oh she was pissed now. Her toy was completely broken now, when it was good for a few more screams. "Look at what you did! You made me break him completely! I want a new one! I want a new one! I want a new one right now!", she was throwing a big tantrum now. If this darn guy hadn't shown up, she would've completely used up this toy, instead of cutting it short. She hated that. She hated that completely. She always tried to stretch her toy's lives for as long as possible.

[Crypt]

Crypt suppressed a grin.

As expected. Even better. She is not too intelligent, she is childlike in personality - though with a taste for causing pain. I can use this somehow, but how?

"I'd be helping him. He's not your toy - he's a sentient being, certainly not one born into slavery or prostitution, and you don't really have any authority to declare him as - Oh, good job. You've done it already. Perhaps you don't enjoy torture as much as you pretend to..."

He left it hanging there; switching his attention to the broken Symenestra, he brushed past Tanjun, kneeling down by his side, careful to keep an eye on the glaive Tanjun was swinging around.

"Sir, rest in peace. Dira, Psychopomp of Mizahar, I pray that you come swiftly and guide this man to where he needs to go, whether to Viratas, Lhex or whosoever claims him. His soul is now in your hands."

Crypt withdrew a dagger from its sheath, stabbing it downwards at the Symenestra's neck, then cleaned it on the victim's shirt before grasping his head and twisting it with one swift motion, ensuring that he was indeed dead.

Disgusting.

"A toy."

He tossed three silver mizas to the girl currently indulging in a paroxysm of anger.

"Get yourself a doll. Torture it all you want. Make the screams yourself - you can scream rather well. Once done, repair it and repeat the process. Use your imagination, you petching idiot. And shut up. You'll attract the Ebonstryfe's attention."