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 Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2014 11:02 am
"Of course not. Our goal is to make her useful, not a long term apprentice." Charity gave a firm nod, thinking for a moment before speaking further. "Good luck. Hopefully, the disturbed sorcerer will get his wish." With that, she opened the door and left his room, keeping a skip in her step as she went on to hide her study book once more.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2014 11:23 am
"I can't say I'd be a good teacher in the long term anyway." Schwartz mused to himself as he gazed out the window. With word of a possible mission in their future he got up to gather his things. Coat, scarf, hat, cane. Perhaps he's finally make the inquiries that lingered on his mind on a regular basis.
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Posted: Wed Nov 19, 2014 3:35 pm
{Okay, block on my end. Timeskip to some event or another?}
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2014 4:12 pm
Breathe. In. Out.
A dancing, searing and traitorous heat crawls delicately towards the caster.
In. Out. In. Out.
Its gentle touch slides across deceptively delicate flesh.
In. Out. In. Out. In. Out. In. Out.
Fire. Wicked, treacherous fire. No matter how meek it looks, it still bites - burns. It still glows with scorching hatred and previously buried memories.
In. Out. IN. OUT. IN. OUT.
With little warning, it consumes the caster's arms, running across her flesh with vicious delight. The mad woman screams in horror, trying in vain to shake and beat off her ethereal flaming traitor to no avail. It skips beyond her form, whilst still slowly consuming it, to her surroundings - spreading faster and faster with every beat of her fearful heart. There was no room for regret in Charity's thoughts or words, only panic and pain. Pain. That awful, familiar, poisonous fiend that would simply never let her be.
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Posted: Mon Nov 24, 2014 4:32 pm
Schwartz could hear Charity's bone chilling screech all the way from his room. He practically threw the book he was reading to the floor as he shot up and ran down the hall. As he threw open the door he was immediately met with a roaring fire that seemed to reach out and grab him when it found a new escape route. Shielding his face with his hands he backed away before thrusting a hand forward and snapping his fingers. A great ball of water formed in the air above Charity, the ground zero of the event, and nearly spread to the room's four corners before crashing down and extinguishing the flames almost instantly. Once the room was drenched and filled with nothing but stray plumes of smoke, Schwartz ran in to Charity's side, checking to see what state she was in, not that it mattered any in the long run.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 9:22 am
Pain. All that the madwoman, the wretched waif, could register was pain. Her eyes saw nothing, too eaten by the flames. Her ears heard little, her mind too preoccupied by its suffering to fully understand the predicament she found herself in. Her words were garbled and confused, little more than woeful whimpering and moans of misery. Her body was mostly still, all crispy and burnt and ugly from the flames that previously consumed her. All that was left was a barely living, weeping husk of a woman too trapped by her torment to understand that the flames were gone - let alone that someone bothered to put them out. Had she any clarity of mind, she might have mused on how corpse like she probably would have looked. Or perhaps she would marvel that she could endure so much and keep as well together as she did - not that she was very well together all in all.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 9:31 am
Schwartz cringed as he looked her over, squinting as though the site was almost physically painful to look at, with one arm covering his nose and mouth from the smell of wet ash, smoke, and burned flesh. Saying Charity looked terrible would've been a cruel understatement. It was a horrible miracle that hadn't died by now. He took a few steps back and snapped his fingers. In the air above Charity a long spear materialized of dark energy and plunged itself into her chest for a quick and merciful death before it faded from existence.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 9:57 am
A final, calm breath left the charred being's lungs as she died. For the moment, all that was left was a horribly burnt corpse - an ugly mercy that, considering her state of panic, Charity was not likely to remember later on.
Of course, now that the fire was dealt with, Charity was no longer the problem here. Several minions, having heard the fire and screams, had come over to investigate the scene - accompanied by the master himself, as unlikely as it were. As the author is too much a lazy a*****e to properly write out dialogue for him, the master demands to know what happened, looking as livid as ever.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 10:03 am
"Forgive me, my lord." A twinge of fear crossed Schwartz's face as he turned to face their master with a bow. "I had thought Charity would be of more use if she could defend herself more, so I thought to teach her some magic. Clearly she must have lost control of her spells, hence the sudden fire."
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 10:29 am
The mastermind, and I use that term loosely, was absolutely furious. Too enraged to think clearly on the situation, he threw as hard a hit as he could muster towards Schwartz. He raged and screamed about how worthless the mage was, how destructive and violent he was. (How ironic.) He called the sorcerer every name in the book, but put extra emphasis on 'traitor' and its synonyms.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2014 10:35 am
Schwartz was surprised to find his master actually hit him, but the tiniest smile of wonderment tugged at the corners of his mouth as he held his stinging cheek. Somehow pain was different when it was brought on by someone else, and glad to finally know it. "Forgive me, my lord, but I fail to see how keeping your underlings weak would be in your best interests." he pointed out, failing to completely keep in check his mad smile of delight that was starting to break through his normal calm facade. "And you are the one who's given me a use for my abilities; I would never go so far as betray you, my lord."
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 12:35 pm
Needless to say, the paranoid 'mastermind' did not take Schwartz's words - nor his courtesy - very well at all. This resulted in more physical attacks, harsh insults, and later promises of pain the likes of which the sorcerer never dreamed. Promises that, for all intents and purposes, the Master intended on promptly carrying out.
{sorry for utter crap post.}
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Posted: Wed Nov 26, 2014 12:45 pm
Schwartz sat in the dungeon later a bloody mess. The crisp black shirt he usually wore under his coat and vest and such was gone, showing off the assorted lashings and bruises he received. He had several bloody wounds lining his arms and torso, along with a minor head wound, though he also had several wounds on him that looked different from the methods of an enraged, paranoid, madman. Though they were far fewer than their master's work, Schwartz's arms and torso had burns and cauterized slashes, and they seemed far too old to have come from what their master did to him. Despite the miserable, sorry state he was in, Schwartz had this mad sort of smile on his face as he sat slumped against the stone wall in some cell. It was the smile of having discovered something new and twistedly wonderful. Lingering thoughts of the experience even illicited the occasional giddy little chuckle which echoed through the dank room. He had no idea what had become of Charity, but she was the furthest thing from his mind right now.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 5:26 pm
An undetermined amount of time later, footsteps could be heard cascading down the stone stepping way into the murky darkness that was the dungeons. A petite feminine figure found itself approaching Schwartz' cell. Upon closer inspection one would notice that it was indeed a woman, albeit a somewhat malnourished one. She was a scrawny, disheveled thing. Her long, messy hair was blacker than the darkest shadows - quite the contrast to her otherwise pallid skin. There were bags under her wide, silvery eyes which darted to and fro rapidly. Her chapped lips were tightly pressed together, no doubt to keep whatever burdensome thoughts she had from escaping. As her clothes were burned in the fire, Charity was dressed in repurposed linen - no doubt from spare potato sacks. She seemed to want to speak, but for several minutes, she simply could not. Was it confusion that danced in her eyes? Worry? Regret? Guilt? Not even the madwoman knew, but whatever it was, it was unpleasant.
Finally, when she had the courage to speak, she rambled, "She sees blood, bruises, and welts - but she does not hurt. She doesn't understand - why doesn't she hurt? Shouldn't it be her in the cell? And...and why does he smile? Does he not hurt? Does he...not live?" Naturally, her words seemed more aimed at herself than anything - possibly born so that she might have a few more precious moments longer before entering his cell to treat him - or prepare him for burial one.
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Posted: Sun Nov 30, 2014 5:40 pm
"Oh, no, my dear, I assure you; it hurts." Schwartz lifted his had with a blissful smile. "You don't hurt because it's my pain. Mine and no one else's!" his voice was positively giddy at the thought. "You'd never understand coming from a world of nothing but pain, but I came from an environment filled with absolutely zero pain. I'm an inquisitive man by nature, and for most of my life I knew the word but not the sensation. It's one thing to hurt yourself, but another entirely to be hurt by another. I was wondering when the fool when find it in him to raise his hand against me. Rather run of the mill methods, from what I've read, but his heart was certainly in it."
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