This Owl likes to think that he's intelligent and to be fair to him, he is well-educated. He considers himself a businessman, and makes his off-the-books millions by using his Talons to "acquire" people. With the Court of Owls' reach, he can take orders from interested, well-paying Clients, and in days or weeks, have a custom sourced product delivered.
He dislikes being called a trafficker; that's a gouache term. This Owl is an Acquisitions Manager.
Permissions:
Let's go dark. Let's stay light. Send me questions. Involve me in plots.
The Owl can die; there will always be more.
The Owl wants control; he will find those you love. He will find those you fear.
The Owl is a monster. He will do harm to those in his power.
An invitation to an auction goes out to Gotham's criminal element.
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Bruce sighed softly head in his hands, a migraine forming as he looked at the long forgotten paperwork he had to
The Owl is very pleased with this acquisition! It would fetch a better price if it were clad in its night ensemble, but the Talon that had collected it had not been able to collect that as well.
Many people have requested Bruce Wayne, or a look-alike, whether they know of its nocturnal habits or not. An auction seems like a good way to make the most of this opportunity!
The Place:
One of Gotham's larger caverns on the edge of the Bristol area. This Owl had used it before to make product transfers and to hold similar auctions. It's decorated with surprisingly good taste, considering the decadent nature of the Owls in general.
The Time:
//Every thread is its own timeline, make your bid at your leisure
The Starting Bid:
//hello government list my search history has me permanently a part of. A vaguely high number, but money isn't everything! The Owl deals with all sorts of interesting things and valuable people.
The Post:
//Open RP! Made with @gothams-dark-prince's permission! Crash the party? Buy the Bruce? Mess with other guests? Have at!
A girl stood clad in sleek black Arabian-style armor, a crimson coat draped over her shoulders. A mask concealed the lower half of her face, leaving only toxic green eyes visible beneath her hood raised a gloved hand and spoke up, her accent slipping "500 thousand for the Prince of Gotham"
"The current price for Bruce Wayne is 10 million!"
The Owl notes the price down. This will be one of his most lucrative auctions and all for a single product! In costume or out, the Waynes are worth the constant surveillance and testing of the security systems!
"Well I did not know I am fighting with a nepo baby very well but very well 20 billion, 18th Century Boateng Saber and Tipu Sultan’s Bedchamber Sword."
"A shame. If I was just relying on my dear dad's wealth I'd be done now~. Thank god for all my activities of the last few years~! 2 trillion, and Da Vinci's painting; Salvator Mundi."
"Is it a crime ? He has been alive since 13th century and I do help a lot at the league but this is not for my entertaiming it is for mother she loved Bruce I do not understand why . 20 trillion."
"I am also a woman of science of course I know how much a heart cost I carved some out . Why must you make it difficult 47 trillion . Why do you wish to buy Bruce again?"
"48 trillion. I'll keep going as long as you do~. I wish to buy him to say I bought the Prince of Gotham. Bragging rights; Major flex really. I'll let him go back home after that!"
"Something big and green~? Offering that to the court of all places is a bold move if that is the case! Talons are already undead~. I know you don't know mine yet, and I prefer to keep it that way! Though if you keep betting I might get bored, and someone with genuinely atrocious intentions could out bet you. That could end up with Brucie dead could it not~? I raise you 56 trillion, and the knowledge that if I drop out someone much worse will likely get involved!"
"I will not beat the pit. And you belive I care if he lives or not ? If he is dead so be it he can be brought back I hold no love for my father hell he is not even my father he is but a version . 60 trillion."
The Owl is a bit distracted flipping through his notes. Lost artwork, precious gems, Fae favors?! Trillions?! And perhaps access to the Lazarus Pits! Oh, the Owl's standing would improve so much for such a thing! There's a clattering noise that he distantly notes and dismisses as the Wasp makes a play for another client's name. Oh dear.
"The current price for Bruce Wayne is...$60 trillion, The Hope Diamond, an 18th century Boateng saber, Tipu Sultan's Bedchamber Sword, a 15th century Nasrid Period Ear-Dagger, and a 13th century Kamakura katana..."
"And SOLD! The ownership of one Bruce Wayne to @demonsnever-cry!"
The Owl feels giddy with excitement as he makes his announcement and congratulates the buyer. With another flourish, he pulls the lever to draw back the heavy curtain and reveal... An empty birdcage.
((Yeah bitch, I know. It's called plot and it's hilarious))
((wtf did you think I wasn't aware of all these reblogs?))
((why the fuck are you out here trying to mess with other people's fun? Rescuing Bruce was always an option. Someone took it and you decided to tattle?))
An invitation to an auction goes out to Gotham's criminal element.
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Bruce sighed softly head in his hands, a migraine forming as he looked at the long forgotten paperwork he had to
The Owl is very pleased with this acquisition! It would fetch a better price if it were clad in its night ensemble, but the Talon that had collected it had not been able to collect that as well.
Many people have requested Bruce Wayne, or a look-alike, whether they know of its nocturnal habits or not. An auction seems like a good way to make the most of this opportunity!
The Place:
One of Gotham's larger caverns on the edge of the Bristol area. This Owl had used it before to make product transfers and to hold similar auctions. It's decorated with surprisingly good taste, considering the decadent nature of the Owls in general.
The Time:
//Every thread is its own timeline, make your bid at your leisure
The Starting Bid:
//hello government list my search history has me permanently a part of. A vaguely high number, but money isn't everything! The Owl deals with all sorts of interesting things and valuable people.
The Post:
//Open RP! Made with @gothams-dark-prince's permission! Crash the party? Buy the Bruce? Mess with other guests? Have at!
A girl stood clad in sleek black Arabian-style armor, a crimson coat draped over her shoulders. A mask concealed the lower half of her face, leaving only toxic green eyes visible beneath her hood raised a gloved hand and spoke up, her accent slipping "500 thousand for the Prince of Gotham"
"The current price for Bruce Wayne is 10 million!"
The Owl notes the price down. This will be one of his most lucrative auctions and all for a single product! In costume or out, the Waynes are worth the constant surveillance and testing of the security systems!
"Well I did not know I am fighting with a nepo baby very well but very well 20 billion, 18th Century Boateng Saber and Tipu Sultan’s Bedchamber Sword."
"A shame. If I was just relying on my dear dad's wealth I'd be done now~. Thank god for all my activities of the last few years~! 2 trillion, and Da Vinci's painting; Salvator Mundi."
"Is it a crime ? He has been alive since 13th century and I do help a lot at the league but this is not for my entertaiming it is for mother she loved Bruce I do not understand why . 20 trillion."
"I am also a woman of science of course I know how much a heart cost I carved some out . Why must you make it difficult 47 trillion . Why do you wish to buy Bruce again?"
"48 trillion. I'll keep going as long as you do~. I wish to buy him to say I bought the Prince of Gotham. Bragging rights; Major flex really. I'll let him go back home after that!"
"Something big and green~? Offering that to the court of all places is a bold move if that is the case! Talons are already undead~. I know you don't know mine yet, and I prefer to keep it that way! Though if you keep betting I might get bored, and someone with genuinely atrocious intentions could out bet you. That could end up with Brucie dead could it not~? I raise you 56 trillion, and the knowledge that if I drop out someone much worse will likely get involved!"
"I will not beat the pit. And you belive I care if he lives or not ? If he is dead so be it he can be brought back I hold no love for my father hell he is not even my father he is but a version . 60 trillion."
The Owl is a bit distracted flipping through his notes. Lost artwork, precious gems, Fae favors?! Trillions?! And perhaps access to the Lazarus Pits! Oh, the Owl's standing would improve so much for such a thing! There's a clattering noise that he distantly notes and dismisses as the Wasp makes a play for another client's name. Oh dear.
"The current price for Bruce Wayne is...$60 trillion, The Hope Diamond, an 18th century Boateng saber, Tipu Sultan's Bedchamber Sword, a 15th century Nasrid Period Ear-Dagger, and a 13th century Kamakura katana..."
An invitation to an auction goes out to Gotham's criminal element.
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Bruce sighed softly head in his hands, a migraine forming as he looked at the long forgotten paperwork he had to
The Owl is very pleased with this acquisition! It would fetch a better price if it were clad in its night ensemble, but the Talon that had collected it had not been able to collect that as well.
Many people have requested Bruce Wayne, or a look-alike, whether they know of its nocturnal habits or not. An auction seems like a good way to make the most of this opportunity!
The Place:
One of Gotham's larger caverns on the edge of the Bristol area. This Owl had used it before to make product transfers and to hold similar auctions. It's decorated with surprisingly good taste, considering the decadent nature of the Owls in general.
The Time:
//Every thread is its own timeline, make your bid at your leisure
The Starting Bid:
//hello government list my search history has me permanently a part of. A vaguely high number, but money isn't everything! The Owl deals with all sorts of interesting things and valuable people.
The Post:
//Open RP! Made with @gothams-dark-prince's permission! Crash the party? Buy the Bruce? Mess with other guests? Have at!
A girl stood clad in sleek black Arabian-style armor, a crimson coat draped over her shoulders. A mask concealed the lower half of her face, leaving only toxic green eyes visible beneath her hood raised a gloved hand and spoke up, her accent slipping "500 thousand for the Prince of Gotham"
"The current price for Bruce Wayne is 10 million!"
The Owl notes the price down. This will be one of his most lucrative auctions and all for a single product! In costume or out, the Waynes are worth the constant surveillance and testing of the security systems!
An invitation to an auction goes out to Gotham's criminal element.
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Bruce sighed softly head in his hands, a migraine forming as he looked at the long forgotten paperwork he had to
The Owl is very pleased with this acquisition! It would fetch a better price if it were clad in its night ensemble, but the Talon that had collected it had not been able to collect that as well.
Many people have requested Bruce Wayne, or a look-alike, whether they know of its nocturnal habits or not. An auction seems like a good way to make the most of this opportunity!
The Place:
One of Gotham's larger caverns on the edge of the Bristol area. This Owl had used it before to make product transfers and to hold similar auctions. It's decorated with surprisingly good taste, considering the decadent nature of the Owls in general.
The Time:
//Every thread is its own timeline, make your bid at your leisure
The Starting Bid:
//hello government list my search history has me permanently a part of. A vaguely high number, but money isn't everything! The Owl deals with all sorts of interesting things and valuable people.
The Post:
//Open RP! Made with @gothams-dark-prince's permission! Crash the party? Buy the Bruce? Mess with other guests? Have at!
A girl stood clad in sleek black Arabian-style armor, a crimson coat draped over her shoulders. A mask concealed the lower half of her face, leaving only toxic green eyes visible beneath her hood raised a gloved hand and spoke up, her accent slipping "500 thousand for the Prince of Gotham"
An invitation to an auction goes out to Gotham's criminal element.
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Bruce sighed softly head in his hands, a migraine forming as he looked at the long forgotten paperwork he had to
The Owl is very pleased with this acquisition! It would fetch a better price if it were clad in its night ensemble, but the Talon that had collected it had not been able to collect that as well.
Many people have requested Bruce Wayne, or a look-alike, whether they know of its nocturnal habits or not. An auction seems like a good way to make the most of this opportunity!
The Place:
One of Gotham's larger caverns on the edge of the Bristol area. This Owl had used it before to make product transfers and to hold similar auctions. It's decorated with surprisingly good taste, considering the decadent nature of the Owls in general.
The Time:
//Every thread is its own timeline, make your bid at your leisure
The Starting Bid:
//hello government list my search history has me permanently a part of. A vaguely high number, but money isn't everything! The Owl deals with all sorts of interesting things and valuable people.
The Post:
//Open RP! Made with @gothams-dark-prince's permission! Crash the party? Buy the Bruce? Mess with other guests? Have at!
"To offer services, or items? Which would you prefer~! How much in what is worth? I offer multiple people, dismembered or not; that's down to you! Left intact they stay useful on their own, they barely think for themselves anyway. Dismembered they go for millions, combined at least a billion~."
"At the moment, I have such acquisitions well in hand. My Business is more of a... boutique. Clients have their bespoke requests delivered for their enjoyment."
AKA: high-end human trafficking. The Owl does give her his card, though.
"Appreciated~! I'll assume you're just looking for cash and other valuables right now? If the starting bid's 250,000, I'll raise to 1.5 million dollars~."
An invitation to an auction goes out to Gotham's criminal element.
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Bruce sighed softly head in his hands, a migraine forming as he looked at the long forgotten paperwork he had to
The Owl is very pleased with this acquisition! It would fetch a better price if it were clad in its night ensemble, but the Talon that had collected it had not been able to collect that as well.
Many people have requested Bruce Wayne, or a look-alike, whether they know of its nocturnal habits or not. An auction seems like a good way to make the most of this opportunity!
The Place:
One of Gotham's larger caverns on the edge of the Bristol area. This Owl had used it before to make product transfers and to hold similar auctions. It's decorated with surprisingly good taste, considering the decadent nature of the Owls in general.
The Time:
//Every thread is its own timeline, make your bid at your leisure
The Starting Bid:
//hello government list my search history has me permanently a part of. A vaguely high number, but money isn't everything! The Owl deals with all sorts of interesting things and valuable people.
The Post:
//Open RP! Made with @gothams-dark-prince's permission! Crash the party? Buy the Bruce? Mess with other guests? Have at!
"To offer services, or items? Which would you prefer~! How much in what is worth? I offer multiple people, dismembered or not; that's down to you! Left intact they stay useful on their own, they barely think for themselves anyway. Dismembered they go for millions, combined at least a billion~."
"At the moment, I have such acquisitions well in hand. My Business is more of a... boutique. Clients have their bespoke requests delivered for their enjoyment."
AKA: high-end human trafficking. The Owl does give her his card, though.
An invitation to an auction goes out to Gotham's criminal element.
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Bruce sighed softly head in his hands, a migraine forming as he looked at the long forgotten paperwork he had to
The Owl is very pleased with this acquisition! It would fetch a better price if it were clad in its night ensemble, but the Talon that had collected it had not been able to collect that as well.
Many people have requested Bruce Wayne, or a look-alike, whether they know of its nocturnal habits or not. An auction seems like a good way to make the most of this opportunity!
The Place:
One of Gotham's larger caverns on the edge of the Bristol area. This Owl had used it before to make product transfers and to hold similar auctions. It's decorated with surprisingly good taste, considering the decadent nature of the Owls in general.
The Time:
//Every thread is its own timeline, make your bid at your leisure
The Starting Bid:
//hello government list my search history has me permanently a part of. A vaguely high number, but money isn't everything! The Owl deals with all sorts of interesting things and valuable people.
The Post:
//Open RP! Made with @gothams-dark-prince's permission! Crash the party? Buy the Bruce? Mess with other guests? Have at!
An invitation to an auction goes out to Gotham's criminal element.
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Bruce sighed softly head in his hands, a migraine forming as he looked at the long forgotten paperwork he had to
The Owl is very pleased with this acquisition! It would fetch a better price if it were clad in its night ensemble, but the Talon that had collected it had not been able to collect that as well.
Many people have requested Bruce Wayne, or a look-alike, whether they know of its nocturnal habits or not. An auction seems like a good way to make the most of this opportunity!
The Place:
One of Gotham's larger caverns on the edge of the Bristol area. This Owl had used it before to make product transfers and to hold similar auctions. It's decorated with surprisingly good taste, considering the decadent nature of the Owls in general.
The Time:
//Every thread is its own timeline, make your bid at your leisure
The Starting Bid:
//hello government list my search history has me permanently a part of. A vaguely high number, but money isn't everything! The Owl deals with all sorts of interesting things and valuable people.
The Post:
//Open RP! Made with @gothams-dark-prince's permission! Crash the party? Buy the Bruce? Mess with other guests? Have at!
An invitation to an auction goes out to Gotham's criminal element.
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Bruce sighed softly head in his hands, a migraine forming as he looked at the long forgotten paperwork he had to
The Owl is very pleased with this acquisition! It would fetch a better price if it were clad in its night ensemble, but the Talon that had collected it had not been able to collect that as well.
Many people have requested Bruce Wayne, or a look-alike, whether they know of its nocturnal habits or not. An auction seems like a good way to make the most of this opportunity!
The Place:
One of Gotham's larger caverns on the edge of the Bristol area. This Owl had used it before to make product transfers and to hold similar auctions. It's decorated with surprisingly good taste, considering the decadent nature of the Owls in general.
The Time:
//Every thread is its own timeline, make your bid at your leisure
The Starting Bid:
//hello government list my search history has me permanently a part of. A vaguely high number, but money isn't everything! The Owl deals with all sorts of interesting things and valuable people.
The Post:
//Open RP! Made with @gothams-dark-prince's permission! Crash the party? Buy the Bruce? Mess with other guests? Have at!
This Owl likes to think that he's intelligent and to be fair to him, he is well-educated. He considers himself a businessman, and makes his off-the-books millions by using his Talons to "acquire" people. With the Court of Owls' reach, he can take orders from interested, well-paying Clients, and in days or weeks, have a custom sourced product delivered.
He dislikes being called a trafficker; that's a gouache term. This Owl is an Acquisitions Manager.
Permissions:
Let's go dark. Let's stay light. Send me questions. Involve me in plots.
The Owl can die; there will always be more.
The Owl wants control; he will find those you love. He will find those you fear.
The Owl is a monster. He will do harm to those in his power.
Gross. Why are you so obsessed with sex? Not everyone wants to RP that or wants to see you think about it. Especially when you're fantasizing about raping people. You're sick. Normal people don't think this way. You need to be locked up and chemically castrated. Or just kill yourself. Sick fucker.
...
You... You know I'm just playing a part, right? This has got to be a bit.
Rape, sexual assault, molestation. All that happens in real life. Sometimes, people who aren't you want to examine the bad things. The icky things. The scary messed up dark things. They want to poke and prod at those dangers and emotions and effects in a safe way. Some people find it comforting to have an idea of how they'd react in a similar situation. Some people want to clinically examine the way that rape is more often motivated by power over sexual gratification. Some people are into the fantasy of it.
Everything I do is with explicit approval and even guidance from the other players. They're the only ones that matter in whatever scenario is going on.
Since I have only done the one thing at this point, I'm guessing you followed @eleanor-wayne , @jericho-wilson30 , @raging-rosewilson27 , or @flyingprodigy to this blog or else stumbled upon it randomly.
For what it's worth, if you're even reading this response, I think anyone who reads extensively can write a good rapist character. Because again, rape is less often about sex and more about power. About hurting someone.
I, personally, have read nearly every Dean Koontz book. They're wonderful. They really make you think about bizarre situations and horrific actions and, usually, happy endings. And yes, they address some super fucked up things.
Maybe you should risk reading something a little darker. Maybe you should register that there's a difference between PLAYING a character in a ROLEPLAY and actually BEING the character.
Get off the Internet for a full 24 hours and go talk to actual physical people to detox. I suggest a nursing home. You'll get your drama fix there.
Anyone who's interested in PLAYING some dark stuff is free to contact me. I'll be your bad guy 👍
And now finally, finally Eleanor and the Wilsons had found a way into the court of owls.
(( @eleanor-wayne
(( @jericho-wilson30
Voices echo in the caves silently patrolled by a number of Talons.
The Court has been pleased with the Owl's plan and had forgiven him the resources he had used.
With his acquiring of Jervis Tetch's mind controlling technology, he had been able to provide the Court with a more cost-effective way to break in the Talon Recruits. The psychological breaking point was easier to identify now, leading to a quicker turnaround between raising a product into a Talon.
He has enjoyed showing the proof of concept with his Crimson Claw.
The Jervis mind control chip, not in a gimmick hat, but surgically inserted into the subject's delicate brainstem had transformed the weak Prey animal into a keen and obedient Predator. A body that has never been trained to fight became a living weapon in days as long as the mind could follow the lessons.
There is no hesitance to strike, no conflict with orders, no flinching... Well. It flinches when the Owl wants it to.
The Owl has enjoyed it greatly these past few days.
And now the Owl is watching the Court's scientists cut into the body holding obediently still on the table. He is honored to witness the start of his Claw's physical ascension to its purpose as a Talon. The wires are being placed, the liquids are dripping into veins, the body looks ethereal; the most beautiful living corpse. Its starvation and injuries are on display, and the Owl thinks it's wonderfully lewd to have so many eyes tracing over the bruises and bites. The missing bits of skin and the bleeding welts.
A number of other owls are bearing witness to the occasion as they stand at the observation window, murmuring praises at the Owl for ordering the Claw to be still and silent as he is transformed. The old way involved too much screaming and thrashing to be elegant. This way is much preferable.
Eleanor crept through the hallways with Jericho and rose right behind her. She already has some blood splattered on her armor from having to fight talons.
Eleanor eyes widen as they get to the observation room where the owls are and she sees Brad on the table. She tightens her grip on her sword, praying to any god that exists that he'll be ok when they save him.
[Pandemonium erupts in the observation room. Owls turn to fight back or retreat at the sudden violence and the Talons surge forward to defend their masters]
[A particular Owl turns immediately to a side door, ruthlessly stepping to keep his fellows between himself and the attackers. His Crimson Claw could turn the tide in this unexpected battle.]
Eleanor is fighting a different owl, sword sweeping through the air. Her teeth are gritted under her helmet, focusing on handling the fights as quickly as possible. She doesn't notice Brad being order to fight her over the noise
The scalpel won't do much against the target's heavy armor. It re-equips itself with a sword and pulls a brace of throwing knives from another fallen Talon, tying the leather holder across its chest like a bandoleer.
The fighting shifts. The Talon is privileged to know some of the weak points in the prey's armor. It ducks into the scrum, moving with near inhuman grace as it gets close enough to throw a knife at an armor joint.
Eleanor shoots an annoyed look at the knife in her shoulder. She drops her claymore and switches to a stiletto, not wanting to aggravate the injury by continuing to use the two handed weapon
I got it, just cover me while I get a quick wrap around it
Eleanor waits until there aren't any threats close to her before popping off a piece of her armor, pulling out the knife, and tying gauze around her arm with practiced efficiency. She pulls her armor back on before turning her gaze onto the Owl that started this whole mess.
Eleanor also runs forward, her stiletto flashing as she drove it toward the Owl's throat, unrelenting. bullets merely dented her armor, and at this point she was so fueled by sheer adrenaline that is was unlikely shed even feel pain until much later
And now finally, finally Eleanor and the Wilsons had found a way into the court of owls.
(( @eleanor-wayne
(( @jericho-wilson30
Voices echo in the caves silently patrolled by a number of Talons.
The Court has been pleased with the Owl's plan and had forgiven him the resources he had used.
With his acquiring of Jervis Tetch's mind controlling technology, he had been able to provide the Court with a more cost-effective way to break in the Talon Recruits. The psychological breaking point was easier to identify now, leading to a quicker turnaround between raising a product into a Talon.
He has enjoyed showing the proof of concept with his Crimson Claw.
The Jervis mind control chip, not in a gimmick hat, but surgically inserted into the subject's delicate brainstem had transformed the weak Prey animal into a keen and obedient Predator. A body that has never been trained to fight became a living weapon in days as long as the mind could follow the lessons.
There is no hesitance to strike, no conflict with orders, no flinching... Well. It flinches when the Owl wants it to.
The Owl has enjoyed it greatly these past few days.
And now the Owl is watching the Court's scientists cut into the body holding obediently still on the table. He is honored to witness the start of his Claw's physical ascension to its purpose as a Talon. The wires are being placed, the liquids are dripping into veins, the body looks ethereal; the most beautiful living corpse. Its starvation and injuries are on display, and the Owl thinks it's wonderfully lewd to have so many eyes tracing over the bruises and bites. The missing bits of skin and the bleeding welts.
A number of other owls are bearing witness to the occasion as they stand at the observation window, murmuring praises at the Owl for ordering the Claw to be still and silent as he is transformed. The old way involved too much screaming and thrashing to be elegant. This way is much preferable.
Eleanor crept through the hallways with Jericho and rose right behind her. She already has some blood splattered on her armor from having to fight talons.
Eleanor eyes widen as they get to the observation room where the owls are and she sees Brad on the table. She tightens her grip on her sword, praying to any god that exists that he'll be ok when they save him.
[Pandemonium erupts in the observation room. Owls turn to fight back or retreat at the sudden violence and the Talons surge forward to defend their masters]
[A particular Owl turns immediately to a side door, ruthlessly stepping to keep his fellows between himself and the attackers. His Crimson Claw could turn the tide in this unexpected battle.]
Eleanor is fighting a different owl, sword sweeping through the air. Her teeth are gritted under her helmet, focusing on handling the fights as quickly as possible. She doesn't notice Brad being order to fight her over the noise
The scalpel won't do much against the target's heavy armor. It re-equips itself with a sword and pulls a brace of throwing knives from another fallen Talon, tying the leather holder across its chest like a bandoleer.
The fighting shifts. The Talon is privileged to know some of the weak points in the prey's armor. It ducks into the scrum, moving with near inhuman grace as it gets close enough to throw a knife at an armor joint.
Eleanor shoots an annoyed look at the knife in her shoulder. She drops her claymore and switches to a stiletto, not wanting to aggravate the injury by continuing to use the two handed weapon
I got it, just cover me while I get a quick wrap around it
Eleanor waits until there aren't any threats close to her before popping off a piece of her armor, pulling out the knife, and tying gauze around her arm with practiced efficiency. She pulls her armor back on before turning her gaze onto the Owl that started this whole mess.
And now finally, finally Eleanor and the Wilsons had found a way into the court of owls.
(( @eleanor-wayne
(( @jericho-wilson30
Voices echo in the caves silently patrolled by a number of Talons.
The Court has been pleased with the Owl's plan and had forgiven him the resources he had used.
With his acquiring of Jervis Tetch's mind controlling technology, he had been able to provide the Court with a more cost-effective way to break in the Talon Recruits. The psychological breaking point was easier to identify now, leading to a quicker turnaround between raising a product into a Talon.
He has enjoyed showing the proof of concept with his Crimson Claw.
The Jervis mind control chip, not in a gimmick hat, but surgically inserted into the subject's delicate brainstem had transformed the weak Prey animal into a keen and obedient Predator. A body that has never been trained to fight became a living weapon in days as long as the mind could follow the lessons.
There is no hesitance to strike, no conflict with orders, no flinching... Well. It flinches when the Owl wants it to.
The Owl has enjoyed it greatly these past few days.
And now the Owl is watching the Court's scientists cut into the body holding obediently still on the table. He is honored to witness the start of his Claw's physical ascension to its purpose as a Talon. The wires are being placed, the liquids are dripping into veins, the body looks ethereal; the most beautiful living corpse. Its starvation and injuries are on display, and the Owl thinks it's wonderfully lewd to have so many eyes tracing over the bruises and bites. The missing bits of skin and the bleeding welts.
A number of other owls are bearing witness to the occasion as they stand at the observation window, murmuring praises at the Owl for ordering the Claw to be still and silent as he is transformed. The old way involved too much screaming and thrashing to be elegant. This way is much preferable.
Eleanor crept through the hallways with Jericho and rose right behind her. She already has some blood splattered on her armor from having to fight talons.
Eleanor eyes widen as they get to the observation room where the owls are and she sees Brad on the table. She tightens her grip on her sword, praying to any god that exists that he'll be ok when they save him.
[Pandemonium erupts in the observation room. Owls turn to fight back or retreat at the sudden violence and the Talons surge forward to defend their masters]
[A particular Owl turns immediately to a side door, ruthlessly stepping to keep his fellows between himself and the attackers. His Crimson Claw could turn the tide in this unexpected battle.]
