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Mayfair Vol 3 #2: Verbatose
Magnus: “You’re all back already? Prez has been keeping me updated on things.”
Prez: “I suspect there’s foul play. Hours of interrogation with no end, is magic truly curable? For such boredom? What do you think?”
Magnus: “I believe not. Jury’s still in process. We have nowhere to go but probably Asia That’s what Koles said. However the teleportation process will take time lifting our belongings; stationed in Korea.”
Prez: “Korea? I heard they do have good molten there so I can forge some luatins?”
Magnus: “Luatins would be good. We should rendezvous in a few days…maybe, maybe not?
***
As the court trials continued, so did the process of annoyance continue. Footage of our battles were put on display. The fight against the queen couldn’t have minimized damage control.
I protested with all my right, as I heard those reports of the communities outside, as work broke for our feats.
But one of the judges wasn’t here. He was clearly not. Creek, I believe his name was. Those bastards didn’t have tags, but I was sure as hell magic is one hell of a memory.
Luc: “No, I’ve seen enough. If I said diving into the heart was a plan, would you believe it?”
Judge Thow: “It is a causation of life.”
Luc: “There were no casualties! We did our best. If you were there, you’d the same, wouldn’t you?
Judge Thow: “You’re overstepping it.”
Luc: “Because I’m an elf?”
Judge Thow: “Y—“
And then, the judge chokes on his throat. My eyes couldn’t help but witness the horror of a bladed slice.
It’s metallic poison. Cuthroat.
Another judge is down. I should have known…
And the opposing team loses its representative lawyer as well. The court room panics. I try to motion my way even with my cuffed hands and legs, as I shout to the guards to free me.
Luc: “You have to free me! Please! I know what’s got him killed!”
Guard: “Uh…”
Luc: “Verdict is no more! Do it! Alert my team! Call your captain on!”
A shadow emerges from the grounds, showcasing the form of none other than the creepy Judge Seams. As he walks towards me, being stuck in the room while everyone else is losing their minds. The insane screams of blood as another guard bites the dust, his body splitting into pieces.
Seams pins the guard who I was talking with against the wall. He choke slams him twice his his fists telekinetically, until he loses all sorts of consciousness.
Luc: “What is this?” Prison break? Salvation? On my verdict?”
Seams: “You’re a strong one, Lucien. I know you always were the good hearted among Valeryvich. But I am here to cleanse whatever’s left of you, poor soul.”
Sean: “Pray tell you haven’t ridden of me yet.”
The electric Irishman pops up from the other side of the door, and lunges with a knife. He’s still in his prisoner attire, but all his energy has charged up, and stabs quickly, faster than the speed of light.
But the Judge himself was unharmed. Like they were nothing. He grabs Sean by the empty hand, as he shouts in pain.
Seams: “Nice try, human. But a worthless effort.”
He tosses Sean away as he attempts to heal his numbed hand. It hurts more than it looks. The unfazed Judge keeps moving forward, and telekinetically forces me to kneel.
Then Koles appears. He’s the one in his attire. The look on his face has lost its sterness, his eyes icier then usual. He was carrying his signature black whip, ready to attack
Koles: “Let go of my student, Seams. You’ve pulled the worst stunt I’ve ever witnessed.”
Seams: “Kolesnikov. At last. Today was your verdict, but none better than the man I finally could meet himself.”
Koles: “Locking me was a waste of time. But please, shut the fuck up, for Christ’s sake.”
The whip launches and it wraps around the menacing Judge’s neck, and radiates his chakra. It should be a power that can paralyze the enemy, and given Koles’ experience he shouldn’t have problems, unless….
Seams’ nails snap to life, elongated twice the size. His face morphs into something of a winged lizard, but disfigured. That’s bloody disgusting. The whip returns and it keeps on hitting, as if Koles were a ringmaster. He pulls out his handheld camera from his sleeves and snaps a picture, flashing the disfigured Judge who screams at the light.
Then he launches himself up through the roof, which revealed we were pretty deep on the bottom, considering our sanction. Koles rushes over to heal Sean, who is still withering in pain. In his pocket, he grabs some salt to help with the wound as he asks me to tend to my teammate.
Luc: “What the hell was that?”
Koles: “Attempting to kill us. Death isn’t our first time. He’s a former general under the King. Trying to prove his worth, but his goals must have changed through the years.”
Luc: “Can you narrow it down?”
Koles: “Once we’re out of here. Florence’s old team of cops are gonna come over. We’ll be hunted for murder…look at those dead bodies in the room. He killed them so swiftly. Lucien, we have to leave.”
A bloodbath. I tremble in fear more as I turn my head around slowly. Those were just civilians, even the hearing panel…
What the fuck happened today?!
Etymology
Luatins: Slang for treasure forges.
Mayfair Vol 3 #2: Verbatose
Magnus: “You’re all back already? Prez has been keeping me updated on things.”
Prez: “I suspect there’s foul play. Hours of interrogation with no end, is magic truly curable? For such boredom? What do you think?”
Magnus: “I believe not. Jury’s still in process. We have nowhere to go but probably Asia That’s what Koles said. However the teleportation process will take time lifting our belongings; stationed in Korea.”
Prez: “Korea? I heard they do have good molten there so I can forge some luatins?”
Magnus: “Luatins would be good. We should rendezvous in a few days…maybe, maybe not?
***
As the court trials continued, so did the process of annoyance continue. Footage of our battles were put on display. The fight against the queen couldn’t have minimized damage control.
I protested with all my right, as I heard those reports of the communities outside, as work broke for our feats.
But one of the judges wasn’t here. He was clearly not. Creek, I believe his name was. Those bastards didn’t have tags, but I was sure as hell magic is one hell of a memory.
Luc: “No, I’ve seen enough. If I said diving into the heart was a plan, would you believe it?”
Judge Thow: “It is a causation of life.”
Luc: “There were no casualties! We did our best. If you were there, you’d the same, wouldn’t you?
Judge Thow: “You’re overstepping it.”
Luc: “Because I’m an elf?”
Judge Thow: “Y—“
And then, the judge chokes on his throat. My eyes couldn’t help but witness the horror of a bladed slice.
It’s metallic poison. Cuthroat.
Another judge is down. I should have known…
And the opposing team loses its representative lawyer as well. The court room panics. I try to motion my way even with my cuffed hands and legs, as I shout to the guards to free me.
Luc: “You have to free me! Please! I know what’s got him killed!”
Guard: “Uh…”
Luc: “Verdict is no more! Do it! Alert my team! Call your captain on!”
A shadow emerges from the grounds, showcasing the form of none other than the creepy Judge Seams. As he walks towards me, being stuck in the room while everyone else is losing their minds. The insane screams of blood as another guard bites the dust, his body splitting into pieces.
Seams pins the guard who I was talking with against the wall. He choke slams him twice his his fists telekinetically, until he loses all sorts of consciousness.
Luc: “What is this?” Prison break? Salvation? On my verdict?”
Seams: “You’re a strong one, Lucien. I know you always were the good hearted among Valeryvich. But I am here to cleanse whatever’s left of you, poor soul.”
Sean: “Pray tell you haven’t ridden of me yet.”
The electric Irishman pops up from the other side of the door, and lunges with a knife. He’s still in his prisoner attire, but all his energy has charged up, and stabs quickly, faster than the speed of light.
But the Judge himself was unharmed. Like they were nothing. He grabs Sean by the empty hand, as he shouts in pain.
Seams: “Nice try, human. But a worthless effort.”
He tosses Sean away as he attempts to heal his numbed hand. It hurts more than it looks. The unfazed Judge keeps moving forward, and telekinetically forces me to kneel.
Then Koles appears. He’s the one in his attire. The look on his face has lost its sterness, his eyes icier then usual. He was carrying his signature black whip, ready to attack
Koles: “Let go of my student, Seams. You’ve pulled the worst stunt I’ve ever witnessed.”
Seams: “Kolesnikov. At last. Today was your verdict, but none better than the man I finally could meet himself.”
Koles: “Locking me was a waste of time. But please, shut the fuck up, for Christ’s sake.”
The whip launches and it wraps around the menacing Judge’s neck, and radiates his chakra. It should be a power that can paralyze the enemy, and given Koles’ experience he shouldn’t have problems, unless….
Seams’ nails snap to life, elongated twice the size. His face morphs into something of a winged lizard, but disfigured. That’s bloody disgusting. The whip returns and it keeps on hitting, as if Koles were a ringmaster. He pulls out his handheld camera from his sleeves and snaps a picture, flashing the disfigured Judge who screams at the light.
Then he launches himself up through the roof, which revealed we were pretty deep on the bottom, considering our sanction. Koles rushes over to heal Sean, who is still withering in pain. In his pocket, he grabs some salt to help with the wound as he asks me to tend to my teammate.
Luc: “What the hell was that?”
Koles: “Attempting to kill us. Death isn’t our first time. He’s a former general under the King. Trying to prove his worth, but his goals must have changed through the years.”
Luc: “Can you narrow it down?”
Koles: “Once we’re out of here. Florence’s old team of cops are gonna come over. We’ll be hunted for murder…look at those dead bodies in the room. He killed them so swiftly. Lucien, we have to leave.”
A bloodbath. I tremble in fear more as I turn my head around slowly. Those were just civilians, even the hearing panel…
What the fuck happened today?!
Etymology
Luatins: Slang for treasure forges.