[RPG] [BT][RIO] Deceit and Daimons

Tue Sep 4 22:54:28 CEST 2007

==== Just before the Sunrise, Prior to the Battle in Ardmore with Arcane===

As they approached the field in Ardmore where the battle would take
place, Louise gave a slight nod to Captain Gismar. Gismar upon receiving the
signal strode up to Simca, calling her name. Simca stopped her walk,
pivoting on her right foot to face the captain. Coming round Gismar let his
fist surge forth, aiming for her for gut. His fist connected with the soft
padding.

Gismar's fist did not stop however, it kept going, as if there were hardly
any resistance at all. As his fist continued forward arching up, his eyes
went wide open, His left arm went behind is back and up, and a sudden
feeling of pressure over his Adam's apple. The position of his left arm
forced him forward increasing the pressure against his neck and sending a
shot pain throughout his left arm. The Captain was in nothing less than
short of shock.

Louise watching the incident felt her jaw drop, gaping in disbelief. Simca
was pivoting around towards her right, Gismar's fist connected, but Simca
kept going towards him. Switching quickly to her left foot, Simca continued
to spin letting Gismar's fist deflect of her armor.

Rolling along is out-stretching arm, she spun into position behind. Planting
her right foot and bringing her left in between both of his. Grabbing his
dangling left arm she brought behind his back and wrenched it up. Grabbing a
dagger from her side she swung it up to his throat firmly pressing the blade
against, so as not to cut him, but inflict pain nonetheless. The left half
of her face hidden behind his head she eyed the gaping Louise, with a stern
look.

Simca: "Would one of the two of you care to explain what in the Heaven's is
going on? I believe this is the second time the Captain slugged me. " She
pressed the dagger against his throat a bit harder for a few seconds,
signaling that she was 'dead' serious. "Honestly, did you think
the same trick would work on me twice?"

Simca: "Now the two of you have been acting rather strange of late, and I
demand answers! We are not going back to Athos Margol to recruit, ARE we,
Louise? Where are you taking me? And why the HELL do I have to take a punch
for it?"

Both Louise and Gismar were stunned. The past few days, Simca did not
seem herself, rather meek, almost childlike. Yet know she was standing here
before them with the ferocity of a warrior. Did that mean she was returning
to normal?

Louise: "I--I--I mean, WE, would say the same about you! You have not been
yourself this past week. We-we were only concerned about your safety."

Simca: "Concerned about my safety? Not been myself as of late? Where do you
get these crazy notions Louise?"

Louise: "Well, I-"

Gismar: "She cannot tell you. I, I am truly sorry about my actions of late,
but we thought it would be better for you, if, you were asleep."

Simca: "Why can she not tell me? Asleep for what? Where are we going? What
is going to happen in Ardmore?"

Louise: "If we tell you, it would only bring you more pain; we did not want
you to suffer." Simca's eyes narrowed at this. She did have the faintest
clue what they were talking about.

Gismar: "I think we should tell her. She does not seem willing to let this
go."

Louise: "Fine, it IS your head she has a dagger against, not my problem.
Mistress, what is the last event you remember?"

Simca: "Aside from getting slugg--"

Louise: "Before that. Before we ate those cookies Grand Justicar Lexington
sent. What do you remember?"

Simca thought for a few moments, her face scrunching up at times and
relaxing. A slight shake of her head, as if she was trying to recall, but
was fighting to not do so at the same time..

Simca: "I remember. . . we were ordered, . . . to the West. Something . . .
kill . . . ah, Alfredo! He went insane. After that, we had to fight . . . I-
I- I, I cannot remember. What happened after that?"

Louise: "You were imprisoned in the next battle. That is where your week
went. After you returned, you were not your self, almost defenseless. What
you were sent to fight, what you were taken captive by, and what currently .
. . terrifies you, are Daimons."

Simca's face it up, as if a bolt of electricity suddenly shot through
her. Her grip on the dagger and Gismar's arm loosened, and her left foot
stepped back. Gismar took the opportunity to break free, pushing off her
body with his right elbow. As Simca staggered back, Gismar positioned
himself between the two women, his hand went to his sword, but could not
draw it. Simca, began to mout the words 'no'. Her eyes closed as she dropped
her head and brought her hands up to the sides of her head.

A few moments passed, as she struggled to fight the surge of images flashing
through her mind. Eventually her breathing began to slow, and her face began
to ease up on the tensions. She opened her eyes and looked up to the two of
them standing there. Still slightly bent over with her hands on her head she
spoke, with deep breathing.

Simca: "So- so that is . . . why you want . . . me knocked . . . out.
*Enough!* No more lies, no more deceit. I want to know of everything, no
matter what happens. YOU can begin by giving me ALL my letters. I take it,
Louise, you have been the one filtering them."

Louise: "Yes, I was trying to prevent the mention of-- well you know. I even
begged Gismar to help me out. Even though you are not yourself, you have
responsibilities as a Nobleman. We did this all, all for you, Mistress."

Simca: "I thought something was strange. Even last night at dinner, Minister
Herkan, seemed as though he was trying to avoid something. Was that your
doing as well?" Louise nodded. "What else should I know?"

Before Louise could respond, the scream of a Daimon echoed through the
fields of Ardmore. Simca's eyes glazed over as she dropped her dagger. Her
arms went limp as well as her legs as she fell forward onto her knees, her
head slumped forward. Louise and Gismar subconsciously turned away covering
their ears. When they turned back to Simca, they saw her slowly rise to her
feet. She began to take a few steps towards Gismar, her head hanging low.

Gismar watched curiously, until in an instant she was upon him. A sharp pain
surged through his left side, looking down he saw her dagger scrape between
the padding of his armor. The pain he knew, was from the cut, and judging
from the position of the blade and the intensity of the pain, she seemed to
miss more than the she got of him. A simple flesh wound, if he could stop
her right now.

Gismar grabbed her right hand and wrenched it away twisting to get her to
drop the dagger, but she would not give in. She rained down on him with her
left hand in a fury of overhand chops. The look in her eyes resembled that
of a wild beast, frightened. She was beyond rationale at this point. Gismar
continued to wrestle with her focusing on the weapon she still held, while
taking the beating.

Gismar: "So, Miss-I-Have-A-Plan, what does your plan say about this?"

Louise: "Oh shut-up! I am thinking. Just hurry up and restrain her."

Gismar: "No, I figured I let her beat on me till she was exhausted. Of
course, I am TRYING to restrain her. She is not so meek now. That thrust
could have been much more serious, if she were not out of control.
Unfortunately, with her skill, and lack of sanity, it is hard to figure out
what she will do next. Tch! That was close", as Gismar dodged a blow to
the head.

Louise went rummaging through a pack, muttering to her self. Gismar
continued to wrestle with Simca until a hand appeared over her mouth holding
a cloth. Pressing it firmly against Simca's mouth and nose, she immediately
began to loose strength, and consciousness, until she slumped forward into
Gismar's arms.

Gismar: "What was that stuff?"

Louise: "Something I had made up in Grehk. She should be out for a few
hours."

Gismar: "If you had that in the first place, why did I have to hit her?"

Louise: "Quit whining, I simply forgot about it, that is all."

Gismar: "Fine. But what should I do with her? She will not be happy when she
wakes. If the battle is still going, she will loose control again.

Louise: "Then let's use Plan B! Yes, B should work, all I need is some rope.
If we bind her with some rope she will not be able to hurt anyone then. Plus
I do not have to worry about her running off. Here, let me get it out of the
Quartermaster's supplies. You should hurry up to the Spears and be ready to
fight those Daimons. . .  Wait, I can not carry her. Carry her of to the
side, and I will bind her. You can then join the army for battle."

Gismar shrugged, picked up the unconscious noble and slung her over his
right shoulder. The pain from the cut surged as he did this, reminding him
to see a healer before the battle. What an annoyance he thought. As he
followed Louise carrying Simca dangling over his back, his face turned red
as an apple. Gismar realized what it must look-like, a soldier, Captain
no-less carrying an unconscious noblewoman over his shoulder might appear to
others as. He prayed that no one would see him, the rumors that would spread
would be hard to live down.

Arriving to the spot, he propped Simca up against the tree, leaving Louise
to bind and watch over her. The only thing worse than carrying an
unconscious noble like that, would be tying her up to a tree, and THAT he
did not want to be part of.</i>
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