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@the-agent-three-blog
"Leave...?" she whispered, staring up at the ceiling. "Perhaps...But to what? Hah....I don't have anywhere to go, dear Moon man...."
She lowered her head, listening to the walls crumbling around her. Maybe she would join Eleven, wherever they ended up in death.
She thought it would work. After all, it always worked. No one had ever been able to resist her, except for the other agents. But this time it didn’t and fear filled her as she saw the angered man get ready to strike. She wanted to move, she needed to move fast. But it was too late and suddenly she was hit.
Three screamed in pain, falling to her knees. “You….FUCKER!” She glared at Mani, laughing at his words. “Bullshit. You’d gladly take our lives…You don’t give a damn about mortals. You have power…You use it only for yourselves. You don’t hold any balance or bullshit like that….” She cursed softly, looking at herself now. “Come on…move…” She just wanted to end this!
“I have never killed. I do not intend to start today.” He stared down at her, unseeing eyes still blazing. “All I wanted was to be released. You went after my son. That was a mistake." Yue was his world, and he would see this place crumble for the mere suggestion that they were going after him.
Raising a leg he slammed his foot on the ground, causing a tremor to shake the building. He would bring this place down.
"Why do you think Eleven did this to you? Why do you think any of us want you dead?" She laughed softly, "And don't spew any high and mighty bullshit either. It's not because you're a King or whatever your people call you..." Three felt the tremor in the building, smiling even more. "You may not have killed anyone, dear Man in the Moon, but you haven't helped as many people as you believe. You are a false hope for everyone."
Three ducked into the nearest room possible and hid, waiting for the beam to stop. “Shit…” she cursed, deciding a new approach. Once she was sure things had settled, she took off down another hallway in an effort to get ahead of Mani. She took a deep breath, releasing pheromones out throughout the area now as she tried to capture Mani in her web of desires. “Come on honey….I just want to talk~”
Unfortunately for Three, the Tsar was not a man ruled by physical desires. At the moment his mind was screaming that he was in pain, but he kept pressing on, bleeding light as he tore through the halls [and in sometimes, walls] of the structure he found himself in. When the agent presented themselves again his anger reached a tipping point.
Light lashed out from his fingertips in the form of daggers, aimed for vital points. Mani knew Pitch’s form intimately, knew where he stood in comparison. He knew where best to strike based on where the voice was coming from. Without eyes he was still much in tune with his environment.
“Try that again and I will kill you, mortal. It is not my intention to take lives but I will make exceptions.”
She thought it would work. After all, it always worked. No one had ever been able to resist her, except for the other agents. But this time it didn't and fear filled her as she saw the angered man get ready to strike. She wanted to move, she needed to move fast. But it was too late and suddenly she was hit.
Three screamed in pain, falling to her knees. "You....FUCKER!" She glared at Mani, laughing at his words. "Bullshit. You'd gladly take our lives...You don't give a damn about mortals. You have power...You use it only for yourselves. You don't hold any balance or bullshit like that...." She cursed softly, looking at herself now. "Come on...move..." She just wanted to end this!
The alarms sounded and she knew it was bad news. They should have killed Mani when they had the chance. She had to try and stop him from getting away. As a last effort, she disguised herself as Mani’s husband. She knew full well that the man could probably contact the real Pitch but at this point, she didn’t care. This disguise would at least startle Mani long enough for her to swoop in with an attack. She was going to try and kill him.
"Mani," the males voice called, "I am glad you’re alright! I have come to aid you!" Three approached Mani, smiling at him. She gripped a knife behind her back, waiting for any ounce off surprise from the man.
“OUT OF MY WAY." The appearance of ‘Pitch’ held no sway over the Tsar. He knew his husband, he knew how he would react to finding out he was kidnapped. He would show up smelling of blood with fearlings in hand. Mani could not feel such a darkness, nor did he smell any blood but his own.
Eyes blazed white as a burst of energy shot out from his hand, a wide beam meant to strike anyone in the area. It would also serve as a flashy distraction while the male used his magic to help him run off.
Three ducked into the nearest room possible and hid, waiting for the beam to stop. "Shit..." she cursed, deciding a new approach. Once she was sure things had settled, she took off down another hallway in an effort to get ahead of Mani. She took a deep breath, releasing pheromones out throughout the area now as she tried to capture Mani in her web of desires. "Come on honey....I just want to talk~"
He was quite certain alarms were going off. Right now was not the time to worry about such things. This surge wouldn’t last forever and he needed to use what strength he had saved, combined with the strength his Guardian gave him as fodder for his escape.
Even if his eyes were blind he could still ‘see’. It would take moments for his magic to get jump started. He shook, ignoring the pain as he tore through his binds as if they were not even there.
These bastards had gone after his family. They had ignored his request for release, he had tried so hard to urge them to let him go. Now they were going to regret it.
The alarms sounded and she knew it was bad news. They should have killed Mani when they had the chance. She had to try and stop him from getting away. As a last effort, she disguised herself as Mani's husband. She knew full well that the man could probably contact the real Pitch but at this point, she didn't care. This disguise would at least startle Mani long enough for her to swoop in with an attack. She was going to try and kill him.
"Mani," the males voice called, "I am glad you're alright! I have come to aid you!" Three approached Mani, smiling at him. She gripped a knife behind her back, waiting for any ounce off surprise from the man.
Mun’s going job hunting! Wish me luck!
"The only one to keep me sane in this goddamn place is gone."
"No more Ms. nice girl..."
Keep motionless.
No breathing.
No heart rate.
Recede into the mind and build up walls. Oxygen wasn’t absolutely necessary for life, at least for the Tsar.
He only hoped that this could fool the machines enough for someone to move him to an examination area. Without sight, escape would be difficult. His body was weak and feeble, but he was storing up what little magic he could deep within.
Three slipped into the room the Tsar was taken to. His vitals had all dropped but Three didn’t trust it. She was still pissed at what Eleven had done and was also bitter and placing some blame on the Tsar. She approached Mani with caution, Slowly her form began to change, morphing into that of Mani’s husband. She lingered over him for a moment.
"Wake up…" she spoke, her voice sounding of a man, "Wake up. You’re safe now. We came here to get you. Your Guardian’s are waiting just outside…."
Anger
"YOU IDIOT!" Three screamed in drunken anger, throwing a bottle of alcohol against the wall, watching as it shattered into shards. She was annoyed. No, not annoyed. That word could not even begin to describe how she felt. She was outraged! Eleven had betrayed them. Out of all of them, he probably was the one she got along best with.
"How could you LEAVE! You fucking IDIOT! And straight to your death!" He wasn't dead yet but he would be soon. "IDIOT!" She continued to throw whatever she could at the walls around her, trying to take her anger out on something.
Ask Three
She's bored. Someone poke her.
Guard Duty
Three raised a brow at the soundless whistle, waiting to see what was to come. She jumped slightly at the appearance of the giant creatures, grinning now. “Ohh you have been a busy boy, haven’t you Twelve? Look at these magnificent creatures! Where did you come up with this?” She stared up into the eyes of one of the bear and lion cross-breeds. To her these creatures were just stunning.
—-“.. alchemy, science.. and beasts of earth.. none are of alien skin or blood, as I would never create something as graceful as these from ugly things as those.”
"I am always busy.. it is the way of a scientist as I. They do not need much nutrition but water and on occasion protein though they have already ate in the last twenty four hours.. they will attack anything and anyone you wish, Three."
"Maybe I should come to your lab sometime and browse your collection~" Three winked at Twelve before reaching up to gently stroke the fur of one of the fierce creatures. "Oh now I definitely can't wait for someone to come and play. So Twelve...what are you planning on doing now? Will you stay here with me and your pets~?"
Guard Duty
"Everyone else was no where to be found so I was placed on guard duty. Apparently we’re supposed to have company but I don’t know when…"
—-“You will need assistance. I will have the chimeras with you in a moment.”
A whistle tugged from under the shirt and what metal was there brushed against his skin. Twelve brought the rather clean silver whistle before blowing on it. No noise was heard or at least not by a human’s ear.
Again Twelve let the whistle fall, the chain around his neck letting the whistle fall onto his chest. In his pocket was a small remote, all colored in green, red and blue. With a plush if a few, Twelve said nothing, knowing exactly what was to come.
The sound of something loud and thumping came. Twelve stood steady and emotionless at the arrival of the chimera. All were large, nearly over 6 foot in height, on all fours or two. Some resembled bears and lion, some resembled crocodiles and horses. All animals that were once of the norm but now chimera. All of their own kind.
Twelve glanced to Three and waved to the chimera that swarmed, six in number like the hounds of hell.
”.. use them as you wish. They will listen.”
Three raised a brow at the soundless whistle, waiting to see what was to come. She jumped slightly at the appearance of the giant creatures, grinning now. "Ohh you have been a busy boy, haven't you Twelve? Look at these magnificent creatures! Where did you come up with this?" She stared up into the eyes of one of the bear and lion cross-breeds. To her these creatures were just stunning.
Guard Duty
Finally something to do. “Too bad it’s guard duty…” Three murmured, “And I’m not even allowed to have any alcohol..” She gave a slight pout.
—-“Three, why on earth are you on guard?”
"Everyone else was no where to be found so I was placed on guard duty. Apparently we're supposed to have company but I don't know when..."
Guard Duty
Finally something to do. "Too bad it's guard duty..." Three murmured, "And I'm not even allowed to have any alcohol.." She gave a slight pout.
No way, I'll be sad when Three dies ;.;))
Therefore, it all equals out in the end.
