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Post by Deleted on Jan 29, 2014 23:06:59 GMT -5
Orin found it very, very difficult to look vaguely casual as he and his blood mage comrade entered the city that he had very nearly been enslaved in a second time thanks to Trish's blind loyalty to her own master. Spiteful pun fully intended.
This infiltration of theirs required that they both made sacrifices in order to not instantly be recognized as hostile foreigners by the minions of the Sorcerer Kings.
For her part, Nico was all but required to wear the elaborate but somewhat concealing robes that would have marked her as a mage under their command. Given that she required exposed flesh to wield her blood magic and seemed downright eager to flaunt as much of her impressive body as she reasonably could, Orin imagined that the blood mage must have felt the same way most “normal” people felt naked despite the robes leaving scarcely an inch of her creamy skin to admire.
His disguise was much, much simpler, and yet the single article of clothing it required him to adorn made Orin certain he was getting the worse half of this arrangement by far. Between the two of them, they had managed to reforge the shattered collar he kept a trophy. Now it adorned his neck as it was originally intended and he could feel its oppressive hold over his body and the mana flowing through it, just waiting for Nico or any other mage who knew how to activate it to wish him restrained.
The soldiers guarding the gates snapped to attention at the pair's approach. As a mage subservient to the Sorerer Kings, Nico would have wielded significant authority on her own, but having one of the few remaining slave-soldiers of Ysheria dutifully escorting her? It immediately labeled her as someone too important to waste time with questions and paperwork.
Fortunately for them, since neither of those were things the warrior or the blood mage had the time or capability to accurately forge on Ysheria.
“These are the backup archives,” Orin explained as soon as they were out of earshot of the guards. Rows of enchanted bookshelves and drawers stretched out before the pair. “This whole structure is relatively new. When the Heartless invaded, the Sorcerer Kings thought it would be prudent to have copies of their accumulated knowledge stored somewhere other than a single chamber in their palaces. Heartless generally aren't interested in reading spellbooks and not many people are willing to turn the Sorcerer King's secrets against them while the Darkness is besieging the whole planet.”
Orin sifted through the various books and records as he spoke. The archives were very well-organized and clearly labeled, but even narrowing their search to human experimentation left them with quite a bit to go through. The one trait the Sorcerer Kings shared besides their power was a thirst for knowledge, and the Heartless invasion had made them very desperate. Trish was hardly the first they had attempted to learn from.
The pair were utterly alone and it would have been a trivial matter for Nico to ensure that they were not disturbed. If there was anything else she wished to learn from the archives or if she simply desired to savor the very tangible power she now wielded over Orin, it was certainly not a bad time.
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2014 20:18:09 GMT -5
Nico shifted uncomfortably in her new attire, hating it surely as much as her partner hated his collar. She couldn’t wait to be rid of the heavy robe, but the attention she received from it entertained her. She was impressed with how a simple change in her wardrobe could completely alter someone’s opinion on her. She couldn’t help but let a smug smile run across her face as the guards stood to her attention. Maybe she’d have to stay a little longer than she had originally planned, taking advantage of this new found power.
Nico simply listened as the man beside her began to explain the room they had just entered. She picked the first book closest to her, reading the title ‘Earth: too Dark for Heartless?’, before throwing it over her shoulder and turning her attention back to the man next to her who was busy at work skimming over the volumes.
As Nico came to the realization that her and her partner were completely alone, a grin began to creep across her face. He’d probably shatter his collar the moment they were off this planet so why not have some fun while she had control over him? Her grin turned to a wicked smile as her hands along with the man’s collar began to glow a bright red. With her new found ability she pulled him away from the archives and pushed him to the floor without even laying a finger on him. She began to undue the fastenings of the robe she hated so much before dropping it to the floor, revealing the usual cherry red attire she had grown so fond of.
Though the woman was new to the world’s arcane magic, she seemed a natural as she kept her ‘slave’ from sitting back up. She got down on all fours, making sure her partner couldn’t turn his head away from her salacious gaze as she straddled him and purred softly into his ear, ”I wish we’d fixed this collar sooner.”
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Post by Deleted on Feb 2, 2014 22:25:07 GMT -5
An irritated frown began to tug at Orin's lips as he sifted through the bookshelf for any sign of something the reports they were looking for. He understood the logic behind this ordeal and certainly owed his newest comrade this much, but it didn't make playing the part of a librarian or wearing his accursed collar again any easier. The lack of progress was starting to grate on his nerves as well.
On the bright side, at least he had someone fun and interesting close at hand to keep things from getting too boring.
It seemed as if great, or at least hedonistic, minds thought alike. Orin heard an all too familiar crackle of raw magic power emanate from the collar around his neck and felt his skin prickle in fear the instant before he was hurled to the ground.
Immediately his body tensed and fought against the arcane power binding him, every muscle in the young man's growing thick and taut as the power of the collar inevitably forced him to the ground. The diminutive ring of metal locked around his neck was as effective at binding him helplessly for the Nico's enjoyment as a full set of enchanted chains.
His crimson eyes widened, and his expression even as the blood mage lowered herself atop his half-naked form was one of dismay and apprehension. Whether through the power of her magic or the simply proximity of their bodies, she could likely sense that his heart was beating quite rapidly beneath her. If instilling fear in strong men was something Nico enjoyed just as much as rendering them helpless to her whims, then the collar around Orin's neck was truly something from her wildest dreams.
And to think, all it took to turn an accessory semi-willingly into the ideal plaything was an afternoon of violence and more conventional pleasure. Nico's two favorite activities.
"You're not going to keep it on, are you?" Orin's voice was laced with fear even as his body pressed up against her's, at least as much as his mystical binding would allow. From that and the way his flesh seemed to quiver against her's, his back arching lightly as she purred into his ear, the warrior's desire for her was clear. As...competitive as he had been during their last such encounter, the blood mage surely would have noticed he was just as appreciative as her displays of power as flaunting his own.
To be pinned and playfully dominated by her was...quite alluring to him, but his fear of the collar and a lifetime of slavery even to someone like her was great.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 14, 2014 20:29:07 GMT -5
((Man I don’t know how my muse for this thread died for so long the plot is a great one >.< I’m so sorry about that!))
With one hand placed on the man’s chest Nico could feel his heart racing from the unexpected assault. She bit her bottom lip and hesitated for the briefest moment. It would be so easy to just drain him of his life source, it would feel so good, there would be no resistance, no struggle… But she couldn’t. She needed that information on Patricia. The shortest flash of killing intent in her gaze quickly faded, succumbing to a more prurient contemplation.
”For as long as I feel it’s necessary…” Nico purred, obviously enjoying every wince and tremble of fear the man gave her. She gave Orin a flirtatious wink before her eyes began to stray towards his torso and what lay beneath her as her nails gripped against the man’s exposed flesh.
She had originally told the man she would remove the collar after leaving Ysheria but now… This power, it was intoxicating. The thought of being able to control her plaything’s every action was in the least to say…alluring. There was no more need to win him over or struggle to convince him of one way or the other, just a flick of her wrist would have him at her beck and call. She’d never had her own personal slave before but it sounded like something worth trying.
All she could think of was Port Royal and the warrior’s incredible display of power before comparing his state now. This once invincible man able to take down entire legions single handedly was rendered completely helpless now by such simple magic, it was no wonder that he was so hesitant to come back. A part of her almost hoped to run into these legendary ‘Sorcerer Kings’. Would one of those collars work on her?
With a short shake of her head any lingering thought of the kings left her mind along with any thought of her discarded disguise or being caught. Nico’s devious grin began to grow and her hedonistic intent was clear as she scanned the man’s body. She wanted to test the extent of control she had on the warrior. Sure, she could restrict his movements, but could she force them as well? ”Be a good boy and kiss me.” Her hands along with Orin’s collar dimmed for just a moment to see if he would follow her command before forcing the action herself.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 22, 2014 20:49:03 GMT -5
Orin recognized the glint that flashed through Nico's eyes for an instant. Hunger, mixed with a literal sense of blood -lust. This was more than just a craving for the joy of battle or the pleasures of the flesh. For that brief moment, the woman looked as if she wished to devour him.
And just like that she was back to the more conventional sort of lust, eagerly sliding her hands down the length of his tattooed and perfectly chiseled torso. Her nails dug into his superhumanly durable flesh, but it was her words and posture that kept his body tense, his heart beating swiftly, and his eyes dilated with fear. Orin didn't need to be a master of mental magic to realize what was going through the blood mage's mind. She liked him like this. An invincible warrior and spectacular piece of eye and arm candy that she had already indulged in at her beck and call with a mere thought or flick of her dainty wrist?
Nico had had a taste of the power of the Sorcerer Kings, and she enjoyed it every bit as much as he feared.
She could feel Orin's body tense underneath her roaming hands as soon as her sultry words left her smirking lips. For a moment, it seemed as if the young warrior intended to struggle despite the desire she could see in his widened eyes and feel in his heated flesh. Perhaps she would have an excuse to test out the full functionality of the collar sooner rather than later.
Quite the opposite happened.
Orin's arms reached up to grip Nico by her shoulders and pull her lips harshly against his. It would be a fierce, domineering kiss if she did nothing to stop it. The collar would have left him no choice if she wished to wield it, and so Orin had given into their mutual desire in a way that shielded his pride and left him some, tiny illusion of control.
At least unless Nico found it amusing to deny him even that. The mighty warrior's expressions of mixed shock, fear, and desire were certainly something to witness.
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Post by Deleted on Apr 28, 2014 11:52:01 GMT -5
((I can add more if you'd like, but I didn't want to get too far ahead without Orin getting any input or action. I know I don't exactly know the intricacies of the Ysheria hierarchy so I may have gotten some points with how an actual interaction would go between two mages, but in this case if Orin felt like it, it would be suitable for him to catch onto the mage's missteps in hierarchical etiquette ONly if you'd like though )) He would get no mercy. Though surprised by the man’s sudden aggressive act, Nico quickly countered his power struggle. She reached up to the hands he had placed so firmly on her shoulders and broke off the kiss so that she could glare intently at his fear stricken expression. As her hands began to glow a bright red once more, the collar aided the blood mage in overpowering Orin and flinging his arms to the ground just over his head. Her hands remained locked tightly around his wrists as she took a moment to simply gaze at him, feeding off the horror he displayed. ”You never were in charge and you never will be.” With that said she leaned down once more, this time instilling her own domineering kiss. ---------------------- Nico gave a content sigh as she rolled off of Orin and onto the floor of the archives for a brief moment to catch her breath. Even with the collar he had attempted to fight back, maybe out of pride, maybe out of apprehension of the power she now wielded over him but still. It was enough to have to catch her breath. She let her head fall to the side so she could once again gaze upon her prized possession, but her prurient thoughts were interrupted as the locked door of the archives began to jiggle. Immediately Nico dove for her discarded disguise, it was too soon for their cover to be blown. And it seemed perfect timing. The moment Nico had pulled her robe back on and the hood up whoever was on the other side of the door had managed to unlock it and was making their way across the archive. Their robe was not quite as elegant as Nico’s, making them a lower class than her, but still respectable enough to even get into the archive. The mage seemed to know the system well as they walked straight to one specific drawer, quickly thumbed through the contents and pulled out a file before making their way towards the exit with absolutely no acknowledgment of the pair. Nico and Orin might spend all day looking through these archives for Patricia’s file since they had very limited knowledge of the organizational system, maybe it was time to abuse her power again. ”Sir!” She called out, using her most authoritative voice as to cause the mage to stop in their tracks. For a moment it seemed as if the robed figure was considering ignoring Nico and heading through the doors but after a moment of hesitation they turned towards the woman and her slave and anxiously pulled at their hood. ”Yes ma’am?” The voice belonged to a woman as she held the file she had retrieved close to her chest. ”Assist me in finding an archive I wish to look over once more.””Ma’am, I really need to get-“”You need? The last time I checked you were to serve your superiors!” The mage took a step backwards towards the door as she was chastised. ”What’s your name? The Kings will be hearing of this.” Nico began to make her way towards the mage who seemed to becoming more frantic the closer Nico approached.
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Post by Deleted on May 10, 2014 9:25:06 GMT -5
(Well, I am sorry for the delay, but I do hope that this post helps to make up for it. Hurray for Summer Break! ) Orin grunted softly as he felt Nico's hands tightly grip his wrists. The collar glowed faintly and transparent tendrils of magic worked to enforce her will over his body. She could see the muscles in arms and chest straining from real effort to break free, but she was hardly a weak woman and the power of the collar was not so easily resisted. His crimson eyes seemed to blaze with fearful hate as she asserted her control over him verbally as well as physically. A mighty heave that could have easily snapped any number of chains was reduced to little more than a writhe and desperate wiggle underneath her soft, silken fingers. A growl not unlike that of a predator cornered by a greater power still rose in Orin's throat, but it was swiftly silenced by the powerful, searing kiss that Nico forced against his lips. The warrior tensed against her, momentarily torn between pride and desire, but soon his lips hungrily returned the kiss and his chest was thrust up against her's. ----------------------- Orin was breathing heavily by the time Nico rolled off him him, momentarily content with her newest plaything's performance. He had indeed struggled throughout despite giving into her from the beginning. It wasn't about rejecting her so much as searching for a crack in her hold on him, or a momentary distraction as she became...distracted by more interesting things than maintaining the collar's hold on his body. Neither one of those things came. The blood mage was every bit as alert as someone who not only mastered that delicate field of magic, but also eagerly leaped into battle without armor- twin tonfa swinging. As for distraction, it was swiftly becoming apparent that Nico truly enjoyed this power she held over him. It wasn't just a nice bonus or a way for her to skip past their usual banter when she desired him. Ensuring that it was abundantly clear to him who now held the power in their relationship and seeing his mighty struggles reduced to little more than an opportunity for her to savor the sight of those muscles of his in action before closing in for the kill seemed to be as important to her as everything that came after. Orin's crimson eyes glanced in Nico's direction as her gaze wondered his utterly spent form. He had yet to try rising from his position, but he had been around the blood mage long enough to know that there was a good chance of her stopping him if he tried with that lusty glint in her golden eyes. He couldn't even be mad at her for the moment. He was tired, and however much his pride and hatred of the collar may have attempted to suppress it, there was no denying that the beautiful blood mage and her willingness to wield whatever considerable powers she could take to live as she wished was intensely enthralling. Both of their thoughts were interrupted as the Ysherian mage entered the archives. Much like Nico, Orin rushed to pull himself up and look like he vaguely belonged there at his "mistress's" behest. Whatever he thought of the blood mage, he would much rather have her alone in control of the collar locked around his neck than the Sorcerer Kings and their court. Though he remained reasonably close to Nico's side as a good, enthralled bodyguard might, he took care to try avoid attracting more than a glance from the flustered Ysherian. From this angle, her hood prevented him from determining her exact age, but she didn't sound old. As one of the first slave-soldiers to rebel, Orin had garnered some infamy on Ysheria, but he doubted that his face would have been well-known except for among the more senior members of the Sorcerer Kings' court. Especially in light of the Heartless invasion. Still, no need to take risks. Orin used Nico's indignation as an excuse to rest his hand on the hilt of his manablade in a manner that implied her words were backed by more than just a report to the poor mage's superiors. Whether or not this ploy worked would likely depend on whether or not the mage had herself been directly ordered by at least one of the Kings, but judging from her reaction so far that seemed unlikely. Still, Orin was prepared to step in the moment she endangered his and Nico's cover. While the slave rebellion and Heartless invasion had no doubt eroded on the usual hierarchies and formalities Ysherian mages had ingrained into them early in their training, he suspected training and regulation stood a good chance of getting the mage to comply with Nico's demands so long as she remained convinced the raven-haired witch was indeed her superior.
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Post by Deleted on Jun 17, 2014 21:58:28 GMT -5
The mage took another step back towards the door as she noticed Orin’s hand on the hilt of his manablade. ”Ma’am, I apologize but-“ ”But?!” Nico spat, trying to make her displeasure as obvious as possible as she took another step towards her inferior, almost within arms reach. ”I want your name, the kings will be hearing of this.” The mage remained silent as she clutched the folder she had retrieved even closer to her, wary of what the belligerent woman would do next. Nico glanced down at the folder; what was so important about it that she held it so tight? She was still too far away to read the topic scrawled on the tab, but the more her focus turned to the manila file, the more she thought about changing her manipulative strategies, pure aggression obviously wasn’t getting her anywhere. She glanced back at Orin for a brief moment, as if to maybe let up on the mage before making her next move. It was like she already knew what was going to happen. Nico thought she was being sneaky by suddenly lunging toward the folder but the mage was already a step ahead as her leg swung up and caught her superior right on the chin. There was a loud crack and she fell flat on her back, dazed by the unexpected assault. This wasn’t how Ysherian mages were supposed to act towards their superiors, what the fuck was going on? Before Nico could spout out any commands or even get up from the blow her inferior spun around and made a bee line for the door, fully aware of the possible repercussions of her actions and what would happen if Orin caught her. She opened the door and made a run for it, dropping a couple papers from her file in the process. Nico had managed to get to her knees but appeared to be too disoriented to get to her feet yet as she stumbled with each attempt. ”Kill her, I’m gonna fucking kill her!” She screamed, blood spattering onto the floor from beneath her hood with each word. The mages hit had been an excellent one, causing her to bite into her own tongue and split open her lip. She didn’t think her jaw was broken, but with the pain surging through her head it might as well have been. The woman finally staggered to her feet and began to make her way towards the door as she summoned both her tonfas. ((Sorry for the super long delay and kinda iffy post. Let me know if I need to edit and I can give you information on the documents dropped if you wish to pursue that route ))
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Post by Deleted on Jun 20, 2014 15:35:25 GMT -5
Orin's frown only deepened as Nico continued to berate the Ysherian mage, but not all of it was meant to put pressure on the woman. Something was wrong here. The Heartless invasion had no doubt shaken up the traditional hierarchies and taught the minions of the Sorcerer Kings the virtues adaptability and improvisation, but surely that wouldn't have been enough to completely rid them of their deference to authority. The mage "should" have been giving them what they wanted before scurrying off to report to her superiors or even raise an alarm. So why wasn't she? Had they been found out already...?
It all happened so quickly and the showing Nico had given him on Port Royal had taught Orin's reflexes that she scarcely needed his protection. One moment she was lunging to simply seize their prize, and the silver-veined blood mage was stumbling back with a broken jaw and her own blood dripping across the cool stone floor.
Ths slave soldier's manablade activated with a slight but audible hum and he drew it with a flourish, aiming it precisely at the fleeing woman's spine. He advanced several paces to acquire momentum and then surged forth in a violent burst of red light. The female mage wasn't a complete stranger to the power wielded by men and women like Orin, though. Whether through a perfectly time spell of her own or sheer, adrenaline-fueled desperation, she managed to avoid being skewered at the last second. He was prepared to finish off the poor woman with a followup slash when one of the papers flew through the air, landing flat across his face. Immediately Orin froze.
"Get them!" He spun around, crimson eyes wide as he gestured to the pages with the hand that held the first of them. "These are the reports on Trish!"
Without waiting for protest or collar-enforced command, Orin sprinted back and began to pick up as many of the papers as he could. "If these are what we need, we can get out of here now. That mage can raise an alarm with her dying breath if she really wants to," Orin growled in explanation.
They were going to have to fight their way out of here either way. Now it was just a question of whether they would have to hunt down the fleeing mage first or, if she had carelessly dropped the papers they needed, simply flee to the closest exit. Either way, Nico had little to fear from him now. Orin loathed this slavery she had put him in, as his struggles before had proved, but given the choice between obeying her until the opportunity for escape revealed itself and the entire empire the Sorcerer Kings had at their beck and call...
She'd impressed him back at Port Royal to be sure, but not that much. Besides, she was much prettier than them as well. And prone to rather generous...rewards.
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