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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Aug 3, 2010 13:32:36 GMT -5
"Welcome,welcome!"Freja laughed and clapped as she locked the door to the torture chamber after rushing Zdena inside. The two girls had chatted along the way,and while it was pleasant Freja had a job to do, and she would do it rather Zdena's company was nice or not.
The torture chamber still looked the same as always,in a way. Weapons were still gathered along the walls, the chains were still hung up, and there was still that slab of table there used to tie down victems but something was off.
It was as if the mood in the chamber had went from sadistic and mysterious to sad with a sense of death. Though Freja wasn't going to show Zdena that she felt the mood change,as long as she managed to believe everything was the same maybe she could convince the witch such as well.
"Liliana~ OH Liliana~" Freja whistled the slave's name, but got no response for the moment. "Ah,well,"Freja shrugged,"She must be busy."Freja turned to Zdena, a grin crossing her face. "So tell me,"she said,"Do you like torture?"
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Post by Zdena Kilvorion on Aug 3, 2010 13:56:17 GMT -5
What a curious room. She wondered what purpose it could have, being situated so close to the living chambers of it's owner. It was just so...impractical. But, it seemed to be in order. If the room was in disarray, Zdena wasn't sure she would be able to stay for very long. The luggage walker had been "parked" outside of the chamber.
Of course there was something missing. Namely, the princess she was supposed to meet. Or were they going to be waiting for her? Still, it seemed like an awkward place to hold a business meeting.
"Torture?" she glanced up at Freja, "I suppose it holds it's purpose. Although, there are more efficient means of obtaining information. Ones that aren't quite as loud and messy."
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Post by Liliana on Aug 3, 2010 17:55:15 GMT -5
"I am right here mistress." Liliana said as she stepped out from the shadows in the corner. Her mistress was certainly unpredictable with her needs, though Liliana would never complain. She was far too obedient for that. However, it did keep her on her toes. The mistress had brought in someone new and Lily wasn't hopeful at the path the conversation was going. It certainly didn't seem like it would lead to her getting to have any fun or enjoyment, this new lady seemed to be the mistress' target to Lily's dismay. Still, she wouldn't let any emotion betray her, she was a good servant and would be certain to follow the mistress' wishes no matter what they were. Speaking of, "How may I serve you mistress?"
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Aug 3, 2010 22:19:17 GMT -5
Freja let out a lively chuckle at Zdena's answer. What a silly girl, in a way Zdena herself remind Freja rather of Liliana, both were quite serious, literal and stoic. Though Freja suspected Zdena was almost literally emotionless whereas Liliana was just good at keeping a permanent poker face.
"I like your answer. But lets see how you feel when you have torture inflicted on yourself,"Freja said and her heart went up when she saw Liliana,"Oh Liliana,"she smiled,"Please restrain our guest. I need to go change. Use any means neccasarry to get her chained."
Freja placed her hands behind her back and traveled to her own room, leaving the two girls behind.
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Post by Liliana on Aug 4, 2010 6:55:22 GMT -5
Lily nodded. "Yes mistress." She stepped over and began gathering up the basic bindings. "Excuse me miss, could you please slip these over your arms?" She handed Zdena a pair of leather tied cuffs for her wrists. "I'll bind those once you have them on. It will go much faster if you help." Lily also picked up a few more bindings. "I suppose I should mention that you should remove your clothes first if you want to keep them. Otherwise once you're bound they'll have to be cut off." She did her best to keep her tone business like. As she had imagined, she wasn't the one getting to have the fun. Still, as a loyal slave she wouldn't complain or show her disappointment in the turn of events.
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Post by Zdena Kilvorion on Aug 4, 2010 8:04:07 GMT -5
"Well, this is rather inconvenient." she stated as Liliana began gathering the necessary supplies to restrain the inventor. Zdena lifted Effie and looked directly at the glowing orb.
"Any recommendations?"
A hasty retreat would be best, Miss Zdena
"I suppose so. Were it just our hostess, this would be less complicated." she said, before looking at Liliana, "Ah yes. That would an unfortunate result."
Now this was a peculiar dilemma. While she would rather not experience the physical discomfort that came with torture, replacing the items of clothing she currently wore would require venturing out into the city and making several purchases. And while she did not want for money, Zdena found the concept of shopping to be a bit of a hassle.
"I do not intend on allowing myself to be tortured." she stated, "But, perhaps I should remove my clothing, in the event that I am unsuccessful. Does this sound like a fair compromise?"
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Aug 4, 2010 8:30:16 GMT -5
"Don't be silly!"came a voice from Zdena. Freja was in full dominatrix get-up, black, leather and all. The only problem was one of her gloves was still missing leaving a hand bare. Freja spread her arms around Zdena and held her so she couldn't leave.
"You stay right here if you want to learn your lesson,"Freja gave a playful wink and looked back up at Liliana,"Hurry up please,"she said,"I want my work to be done by lunch."Freja yawned as she told Liliana to work a bit faster.
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Post by Zdena Kilvorion on Aug 4, 2010 9:24:15 GMT -5
Arms entwined around the small inventor, as her hostess repeated her commands. Zdena was to bound up and tortured. While her face remained unchanged, the orb glowed a bit brighter. She may not have been the most responsive, but there were still self-preservation instincts. After all, she did survive in the ruins of her district for much of her life.
A few clunks could be heard outside the chamber. Then a loud crack, as the door between the two rooms snapped off it's hinges. The luggage walker trudged into the chamber, chipping the walls and scraping the fine metallic finish.
"Then, it would seem I do not wish to learn this 'lesson'." she said, flatly. The walker made it's way to Liliana. If Zdena could find some way of getting out of Freja's grasp, then she could make a clean break.
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Post by Liliana on Aug 4, 2010 10:03:09 GMT -5
Lily glanced at the thing standing at her feet. It was certainly a strange thing and certainly not something she had encountered before. She knelt down and patted the thing. Perhaps it was some sort of pet. Pets liked attention after all. It had certainly caused a mess and Lily would probably end up sitting on the side while some other palace servant dealt with the mess. She might not be skilled at repairs but it was something at the very least. "What sort of thing are you?" She asked it, no reason to treat it as if it wasn't sentient, if it was it would be pleased and if it wasn't it wouldn't know.
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Aug 4, 2010 10:14:55 GMT -5
Freja glanced over to the side and saw Liliana petting...something. She had noticed it following Zdena earlier and assumed it was an invention of some sort. While it was interesting to look at she didn't like the fact Liliana was being distracted on the job.
Freja pushed Zdena to the ground, she walked over to Liliana and pressed her face to her servants. "Having fun Lily?"she said her tone was ice-cold, she lifted up her gloved hand and smacked Liliana against her right cheek,"You shouldn't be."
Freja traveled back to Zdena and sat on her stomach before the poor girl could lift herself back up. Freja leaned in and held Zdena's face with the hand that had just slapped Liliana seconds ago,she grinned as an idea came to her head. "Liliana,retrieve the hot poker. I don't think I'll be needing the ties after all."
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Post by Zdena Kilvorion on Aug 4, 2010 10:22:47 GMT -5
Zdena was flung to the ground. Her distraction almost paid off, but the force of the throw was a little more than she had anticipated. Not to mention Freja's speed. Within moments, she had the dominatrix sitting atop her. But, that would be fine, she supposed.
She was still clinging on to Effie and with the orb in her possession she could still command her device. No remarks could be made as a hand was pressed against her face, but then again, Zdena wasn't feeling all that chatty. The mechanical walker rose back up to it's feet and charged at Freja. The device aimed to barge into the princess' cousin and knock her right off the inventor.
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Post by Freja Gudjondottir on Aug 4, 2010 10:29:47 GMT -5
Freja felt some vibrate underneath her and she grinned,"Isn't that sweet?You're shaking in fear.."she stopped grinning when she realized it wasn't Zdena's shaking so much as the ground was vibrating from the movement of the machine charging at her.
Freja only had time to let out a small gasp as the machine slammed her against the wall, Freja let out a cry as she felt her back shake in pain and the back of her head felt like it had just been knocked in by a hammer. She groaned and forced herself to stand up.
Freja wrapped her arms around her stomach, the grin slowly returned to her face and her eyes became a rather sickly pale blue, a giggle leaped from her mouth and another more high-pitched one followed by Freja's words,"If it's a fight you want it's one you get!"
Freja stumbled over a bit to one part of the wall and reached for her whip, she cracked it against the ground and then charged towards Zdena.
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Post by Liliana on Aug 4, 2010 10:36:01 GMT -5
Lily stood, her cheek still smarting from the slap. The hot sting of pain felt glorious and she could almost feel the red mark glowing on her cheek. All the waiting was paying off, the boring work with no reward finally gave up at least a small piece of its prize. It was a glorious slap. She turned to pull the poker from the embers where she had placed it earlier in her own misguided hopes when she heard the shuffle of feet. She turned to see the mechanical creature knock her mistress into a wall. That was not good. It seemed her mistress now wanted something more, an actual fight. Well it was Lily's job to see that she had the upper hand.
Grabbing the poker, she shot over to where the luggage thing was. "Now look whatever you are, you can't go about running into things without rhyme or reason. I'm going to have to keep you here while our mistresses fight ok, I don't want to hurt you but we've got to keep ourselves occupied, understand?"
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Post by Zdena Kilvorion on Aug 4, 2010 10:45:07 GMT -5
The luggage walker was unresponsive...as it should have been. What, with it just being a machine and all. So, as Liliana stood before it, with the hot poker in hand, it stood stock still. This was due to it's own mistress being occupied with a charging (and crazed) dominatrix.
The whip she held looked equally unpleasant. Zdena was back to her feet and wanted to unzip the bag that was strapped down to the top of her device. Getting access to tools she could throw around around the room would go a long way to helping her escape. Unfortunately, the woman in the suit was trying to reason with her machine.
Making a break for the broken door, Zdena figured that she would need to work on some machines that had more martial use than the humble luggage walker. While it performed admirably, it still just wasn't enough.
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Post by Anactoria IV on Aug 4, 2010 12:04:16 GMT -5
If you asked Anactoria thought of herself as lucky, she would have told you yes. But if you were to ask her why, the answer my have surprised you. It was not because of her station, or her fortune or the fact that she currently had a castle filled with beautiful women who wanted to marry her. She was grateful for those things, to be sure. But they didn't make her lucky.
For all those things came with a sense of weight and responsibility. Anactoria was not one to brag, but she was confident in her ability to handle all these responsibilities... but she was only human. There came times when it was too much for her. And it was at these times, times such as now, that she considered herslef truly blessed, truly lucky to have a friend and a cousin like Freja.
Her meeting with Jennifer Minakawa had left her feeling uncertain. Still dressed in her shimmering silver dress and jeweled tiara, Anactoria headed for Freja's room. If she could just talk to her cousin for a bit, she was certain that she could get her thoughts sorted in some kind of order, and be able to proceed from there.
All that said, one could just imagine her surprise when, upon reaching Freja's room and finding the adjoining door (that she had often noticed by never asked about) broken down, she approached that door, concerned for her cousins well-being -- and was nearly bowled over by a fleeing woman.
"Oh!" Anactoria gasped at the impact. But as soon as it happened it almost became irrelevant at the sight before her.
Room outfitted for just one purpose.
A woman she didn't know facing down a... construction she had never seen before.
Her cousin, dressed like a nightmare, armed with a whip and in hot pursuit of the person she had collided with.
Blue-gold eyes blinked once in disbelife. Her mind was putting it all together, but she refused to jump to the incredibly obvious conclusion. Instead she fixed her gaze on her cousin, desperate for an explanation.
"Freja?" she asked. It was one word, but it contained a million questions.
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