The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 105
Registered: May 23, 2017 16:46:10 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Oct 16, 2017 13:02:44 GMT -8
As Lamina stepped down, she'd find herself engulfed in a cloud of smoke. Surely she hadn't been smoking that much? Looking around, it would soon become apparent that the cloud of heavy bluish-grey smoke wasn't from her as well. A moment later, the smoke cleared out, three tall figures in long, hooded cloaks stood around her. They each wore an odd, mirrored mask, giving the trio an unsettling uniformity. They glanced down at Lamina, and moved to step past her into the arena. One of them spoke, voice low and distorted, almost as though he was speaking underwater. "Move along, little girl. Go home and forget what you've seen. This isn't the place for you, not right now. It's not safe here. Leave while you can."
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Oct 16, 2017 13:11:23 GMT -8
Immediately startled, she reached for her trusty mortuary sword, as this wasn't the first time she had been ambushed in this very spot before. Because of that experience, she felt convinced that whoever these beings were, they came for her... but they told her to move along just as she drew the full length of steel from its scabbard.
"What..??" She said quietly, confused and frightened, and yet somewhat relieved that the wardens hadn't come for her for breaking some law about climbing about their stuff. When they made it known they were not here to capture her and take her to the judge, she backed up, wanting to get out of their way but unable to look away.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 105
Registered: May 23, 2017 16:46:10 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Oct 16, 2017 13:23:37 GMT -8
When Lamina drew her sword, all three figures turned on her immediately, as though they could sense the presence of an unsheathed weapon. They stepped up in a triangle around her, glaring from behind their masks. Lamina would see her reflection in the mirrors, broken and frightened.
"Sheath your weapon, little girl. This is government business. Do not make us restrain you, we doubt you'd like that very much."
As he spoke, more smoke flowed out from within the sleeve of his cloak, making the air increasingly difficult to breathe. All of a sudden, a scream sounded from one of the hallways leading to the staging areas around the arena. Considering all the time Lamina spent around here, she'd almost certainly recognize the voice as belonging to one of the night janitors, an old man by the name of Mr. Bitters. The figures turned, then glanced back at Lamina.
"You must leave, little girl. Now."
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Oct 16, 2017 13:31:54 GMT -8
"Um.. o-okay.."
She backed up several paces, gingerly moving between a gap in their triangular formation, and then turning, she ran towards the coliseum. Now, her heart was pounding. She ran around the building, intent on letting the mirror wardens think she had run home. But upon reaching the entry on the other side, she couldn't help but to inch a little closer to the danger. Against her better judgment, she ran in to the complex. Mr. Bitters was a friendly soul she had gotten to know over some time, enough to care enough about his well being to risk her own. Had it not been his voice, she'd have fled the scene in fear and run back towards the Sun Marshal's Headquarters to tell Naoki about what she had experienced. But right now, the situation was too urgent. She wasn't sure where in the compound the voice came from, and so she biased her direction towards the once abandoned subterranean chamber she had since fashioned as her sword school. There, if she did not encounter whatever it was before she arrived, she'd retrieve an emergency tool she kept on hand in the area - a bow, and several arrows.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 105
Registered: May 23, 2017 16:46:10 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Oct 16, 2017 13:46:08 GMT -8
By the time Lamina reached the room that Mr. Bitters was in, it was clear that she'd arrived too late. The three masked figures stood around the old janitor, who laid curled up on the floor, gibbering softly to himself. On one side of the room, a huge scorch mark covered the wall, as if someone had doused it in lamp oil and set it alight. One of the wardens picked up Mr. Bitters by the shoulders, propping him up. The old man stared, wide-eyed, and mumbled indistinctly. The masked figure shook him roughly, without any noticeable effect.
"What did you see, old man? What was in here?"
One of the other masked figures shook his head.
"His mind is broken. We were too late, the girl delayed us. The anomaly escaped. Restrain him, we'll bring him back and scry his thoughts at the hospital."
The third figure raised his arm, and a rope flew from within his sleeve. It wrapped tightly around Mr. Bitters' body, binding his arms and legs tightly. The masked figures lifted the gibbering man effortlessly, and began to carry him towards the entrance. As focused as they were on their task, they still failed to notice Lamina in the hallway.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Oct 16, 2017 13:55:15 GMT -8
She never made it to the depths of her dungeon. She came face to face with the reality of what was within, and instantly realized her mistake. Of course the warden things were going to enter the coliseum from the other side. Her sword was once again sheathed, and she did not dare to threaten them again, seeing as how they didn't come for her. "What happened?? Mr. Bitters..?"
She took a few steps closer, her worry overpowering fear just enough to try to get involved.
"Wait..!--"
But wait for what? Had they listened to her, she wasn't sure what she was going to say.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 105
Registered: May 23, 2017 16:46:10 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Oct 16, 2017 15:04:49 GMT -8
The masked figures turned, heads swiveling around to stare at Lamina. The masks gave them the appearance of owls, staring blankly at the young gladiator as she stood in the doorway. They dropped Mr. Bitters to the ground, and began stepping slowly towards Lamina. The echoing in the cavern, combined with the distorted speech, made it difficult to tell which one was speaking at any given time.
"Don't move, little girl. We told you to run home while you could."
"She's seen too much."
"Who's to say what she's seen? How long as she been here?"
The same thick, black smoke began to fill the room once more, flowing from the sleeve of one of the masked wardens. It curled around his body, hiding him completely from Lamina's view. A moment later, the smoke whipped away, revealing the warden standing right in front of her.
"Tell us, girl. Who are you, what's your name? Do you know this man? Answer us, and don't you dare lie. This is government business, after all. An issue of public safety."
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Oct 16, 2017 15:29:15 GMT -8
Lamina felt terrified. She wished she had grabbed her bow, but what use could it have possibly been? Just what were these beings truly capable of? She thought to engage her antimagic bangle gifted to her by the Sun Marshal Alden, but their introduction of government business stopped her. Surely Naoki would end her if she interfered in matters far above her head and station. "I'm Lamina Manira... ex-gladiator, Sun Marshal of Isra," she said, her eyes narrowing to mask her fear, seriousness evident in her deepening tone as she dug in to her position and stood her ground. "I didn't mean to interfere... but know who this man is. I spend a lot of time here, still. He helps keep the halls and dungeons clean.. he wouldn't hurt a fly."
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 105
Registered: May 23, 2017 16:46:10 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Oct 16, 2017 15:46:24 GMT -8
The masked figures paused, watching her closely. As they spoke, they stood perfectly still, without so much as a twitch of a finger disturbing the smoke in the air. The only moment in the room came from Lamina and Mr. Bitters, who twitched gently on the floor and whispered words that nobody in the room would understand.
"A sun marshal. She's so young, it's not possible."
"I've heard stories of a young one, a girl. Perhaps this is her."
"i suppose so...this changes things."
Finally, the closest warden moved, looming over Lamina as the heavy smoke poured from his sleeves. She would see her face reflected in his mask, hundreds of frightened Laminas staring back at her in the shards of polished glass.
"You know this man, yes? He's a danger to himself and others in this state. We'll take him somewhere safe, where he can...rest. Come, a sun marshal could be of some service. However, you must not speak of this to anybody. Understood? The smoke in your lungs...it will hear you. If you speak of us, or anything you see tonight...it will burn you from the inside out. Do you understand, Ms. Marina?"
Lamina would feel a very odd sensation in her legs, as though they were vanishing into the thick cloud of smoke that surrounded them all.
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Lamina Manira
Main Character
Roleplay posts: 504
Age: 14
Physical Description: Complexion: Fair.
Build: Petite
Eyes: Emerald green.
Hair: Dark brown, just past shoulder length, choppy with a small sidelong left tie of hair, similar to ponytail or topknot, tied from the left side of her head.
Distinguishable markings: Horizontal scar, left shoulder.
Clothes and Equipment: - Knee-length, sleeveless black dress of a slightly thick, padded fabric.
- Black leggings for lightweight and modest cover.
- Leather belts around waist and chest for tying clothing and hoisting weaponry.
- Black leather boots that guard just past the ankles and protected at the toe by exterior metallic steel plating.
- Varied colored bangles of metal, 3 on the right forearm and 4 on the left.
- Long red ribbon tied around left elbow to hang freely. Has sentimental value.
- Thread of assorted beads that tie hair. Has sentimental value.
- Red feather worn with tied hair. Has sentimental value.
- Sometimes a mortuary sword, sheathed at her left hip.
Player's online availability : Usually evenings.
Registered: Apr 30, 2015 7:48:47 GMT -8
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Post by Lamina Manira on Oct 16, 2017 15:57:23 GMT -8
"Yes..." Feeling powerless in the moment, anxiety heightening following the sensation in her legs, she had no idea what else to do but to comply. She wasn't entirely sure who had more authority over the other, but figured Naoki would have told her if she had the capability to tell specialized government agents on a mission to stand down.
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The Isran Empire
Dedicated
Roleplay posts: 105
Registered: May 23, 2017 16:46:10 GMT -8
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Post by The Isran Empire on Oct 16, 2017 16:23:26 GMT -8
The sensation would continue to spread up Lamina's body as the smoke filled the room, obscuring her vision. The cloud engulfed the young sun marshal, increasing the "vanishing" sensation until Lamina was nothing but a thought drifting around in a cloud. Even then, the sensation would continue, until even the thought was gone, leaving just a gentle sensation of floating.
[Exit to Ettinger's Home for the Mentally Infirm]
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