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Drake Silver

It was going so well, he had entered the building without setting up any red flags, he had met with another who was going to show him around honestly thinking he was an ally. He was wearing the disguise and he kept up the persona so...so 'WHAT IN THE HELL WENT WRONG!?!?!?' Was his first thought when he was suddenly attacked out of no where. He had been completely off guard from this attack as there were no alarms, or any prior warning that he had been found out. The only thing he knew was he suddenly had trouble breathing as something cold and metallic wrapped around his neck, and he found it impossible to move. It was in this moment he heard the voice from the other, his eyes instantly darted to him giving him a glare just as he was forced off the ground and through the window. With his body hurtling to the window in midair he brought himself close making it so there was no exposed skin not wanting to get cut on this glass.


Luckily for him he didn't get a single gash, though he did land rather hard on his back with his arms spread out to his side and his legs laid out underneath him as if he were simply star gazing (though he did have to admit, it was a nice night right now). He didn't make a move as he saw the position of the stars change, meaning he was moved to a different spot. At this he closed his eyes still laying there as if he wasn't under attack and simply thought. In the back of his head he heard the man speak, but that didn't interest him in the least. 'How did I get caught? Did the others tell about me? .....Doesn't matter what's done is done, I need to focus on the here and now. I feel like I sprinted a mile, but I have yet to do a thing... Those chains....' Just as this thought crossed his mind his eyes shot open and he brought his legs up before rolling backwards. He heard the man annonce his attack and he had to react now.


As he rolled backwards he used the movement to stand on his feet, where he could move more freely. Watching the chains for a split second he saw they were once more aiming for the same area that the man had attacked earlier. Not knowing much of this man right now he decided to be evasive rather than diving in head first. With that he ran to the side, in the opposite direction of the others. At his speed the chain that was overhead crashed into the ground missing him by inches. With the others chasing him he did a quick and skillful one hand cartwheel before pushing off his hand into the air. As he did this his chakrams left his pocket, four attached themselves to his feet (two on each foot) while the other two floated by his head. Using his chakrams he did a sudden turn and went backwards the chains crashing to the ground missing him by a mere few centimeters this time.


Remaining on the chakrams he got some distance inbetween the two. He was now about twenty feet from the man, still using his souls to fly he hovered on the ground with his hand held out. "Soul blaster." He said now havin the two Chakrams at his head have a small green energy ball glow in the middle of the weapons before shooting out two beams each. Two of the beams headed straight for the man's chest, while the other two headed for the feet with the intention of ruining the ground beneath him to make him stumble or even damage his feet to slow this man down.


This entire time Drake had yet to say a word (expect to simply name his attack), and he pretty much ignored everything the other said deeming it unimportant to hear this man's voice. He kept his calm stature not pancking in the least despite the fact he now had to fight instead of doing things subtely. Wanting to simply see how this man worked he didn't go all out, not wishing to tire himself out too soon. However even though he was focused on the fight his eyes moved to the other women and the men with her slightly worried that they may interfere. He felt like he could handle this man on his own (or he hoped he can), but he knew if there were too many opponets.... Well the others were there, they would join the fight if things got too one sided for him.......................................................................right?
 
Serafina Dunlar

Even as Serafina continued to mope about her whole situation, her own guildmate, Nishka, tried to comfort her. “Look, sis, I’m not sorry you're with us, and I don’t want to hear you try and apologize for being here again. You’ve helped us a lot. Really. Even if there was a crash, I’m sure they’re alright. If you're really worried about them, then later, after this whole thing is done, we can try and fix this. Find them, make sure they’re alright, or something like that. It’s not that bad.” The lightning mage’s eyes looked up to meet Nishka’s although the appeared to be anything but comforted by her fellow mermaid’s words.


There was one thing that none of the mages here seemed to understand. Everyone kept trying to make it seem ok that she had hurt someone using magic. However, regardless of the situation, Serafina would never accept that it was ok to hurt someone - especially when that someone had done nothing wrong. If she thought anything different, then her own mind would justify the actions of her own torturers. Serafina would never allow that to happen.


It was the voice of Tempest that stole her attention away from her own memories and away from her years spent in agony and torment. Rather, it was the sound of the footsteps of the large figure at first. Once the woman began speaking, it was the voice that held Serafina’s attention. “While I don’t mind mages coming to join our organization, I find it rather irritating when a couple of the Magic Council’s dogs come trying to sabotage our operations here.”


And if I have come to the decision that I don’t actually want to sabotage your operation if it means we have to fight…? Serafina was sick and tired of it - tired of everyone being ok with the concept of hurting other people just because someone else said it was ok. She knew it didn’t fit with the standard of Mermaid Heel. Even on her previous journey with her guildmates - with Sara at the town that had seemed to be so far away from the real world - no one had gotten hurt. They had used their power as mages to make sure of it. Sure, a town was destroyed, but magic had ensured that none of the destruction passed to the bystanders, to the people who had done nothing wrong.


“Q-questions?” Serafina stuttered. Questions brought back memories. Memories brought out her magic. And her magic had a bad habit of hurting everyone. “I… I don’t want to hurt you either, but I-I’m not exactly the b-b-best mage when it co-comes to control.” Almost on cue, Serafina’s skin rippled with electricity that was both visible and crackled with static. It was completely unintentional on her part although it may not have appeared that way to a person who wasn’t already aware of her instability.


Looking down, Serafina saw the guards approaching with guns and she hopped out of the car, holding her hands in the air to show that she really didn’t want to hurt them. Her eyes flickered to Gurren as tears still remained on her own cheeks. She really hoped he didn’t intend to make the situation worse than it already was. She knew it was her own fault, her own display of magic that had gotten them caught, but she wasn’t trying to worsen things. She wasn’t trying to start a fight.


As the guards continued to walk towards them, Serafina took a step backwards. “Y-you shouldn’t t-t-touch me,” she told them nervously. “Th-the l-l-lightning… it - it doesn’t always listen.”


In the corner of her eye, Serafina noticed something else as well. It was Drake. He had been a member of their party and Serafina hadn’t even noticed him sneak off earlier on. And he seemed to be fighting. That was the one thing that made her hesitate, made her question the true motives of the woman standing in front of them. “Are you… are you sure you don’t want to hurt us…?” she inquired, softly. “I-it seems that someone is attacking our friend there…. is he w-with y-you?”


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Gurren smirked as the guns were pointed at Serafina and himself. The peaceful approach failed. It would have been nice if things had gone according to plan, but infiltration really wasn't his thing. Now that guns were pointed at him he could do things the Fairy Tail way. Gurren began forming an attack in his mind. He was prepared to melt the guns with his flames, but there was one thing he hadn't counted on. There was a person fighting Drake.


As Serafina talked to Tempest and her forces, Gurren realized that Drake was now outside fighting some guy using chains. Tempest's order to bring Serafina and himself in for questioning made it seem like she wanted to do things quietly and a little peacefully. Maybe she hadn't accounted for Drake and that other guy meeting.


"You want answers huh?" Gurren asked Tempest. "I'll give you answers, but leave my friends out of this." Flames formed in Gurren's hands and he quickly slammed them onto the ground. "Fire-Make: Flame Walls!" Fire streaked across the ground around them. One wall of flame carved its way between the guards and headed toward Cipher and Drake to separate them. The other flame wall darted behind him, cutting Serafina and the rest of the group off from Tempest.


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Cipher V.S. Drake Silver


(Collaboration between MPoS and Peaceswore. Please read responsibly.)


Field: 6 -> 12 Ft.
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Cipher took Drake's silence as a stubborn declaration of defiance more-so than anything else. The guild-mage was welcome to think whatever he pleased, he would fall soon enough. The chains that had been pursuing Drake begin to dissolve and evaporate into silvery nothingness as they all miss their target. Drake's sudden impromptu ability to fly making Cipher pause, studying the man's use of his abilities in the moment or so before he fired four lancing beams of green energy out towards Cipher. During Drake's dodging, the field of pulsating silver energy around him has expanding from six to eight feet in all directions around Cipher, and he had begun to focus on how to best answer Drake's attack, when a large wall of flame arced from Gurren's palm out between the two of them. Hiding Drake from Cipher's vision and Cipher from Drake's, distracting the mage as Drake's excellently-aimed attack breaks through the flames effortlessly and pierces the field surrounding Cipher. An explosion of debris and rubble the only signals to Drake his attack had struck anything.


When or if Drake gains sight of where Cipher was standing again, he would immediately notice that the Cipher was no longer there, and that the Field that had surrounded him had suddenly grown out to twelve feet in all directions. The edges of he field lapping over part of the flame wall Gurren had summoned. Then, another four facts would make themselves evident to him. The flames where that field touched slowly began to wither and die, shrinking more and more until a perfect hole in the wall of flames existed only where the field touched; the second fact was that the odd sphere-like object Cipher had held remained sitting on the ruined ground of where Drake's attack had struck. Third, that his attack did not seem to do as much damage to the ground as he likely thought it would, and finally, that the object in question was now covered in a mass of silver spark-looking objects and that the field seems to have stopped expanding.


Drake stood his ground as he watch his attack go through though he did send the fairy tail mage for trying to interfere in the fight. Now he couldn't see his opponent, which really didn't help him in the least. His hands in his pocket and his eyes narrowed as he watched the events unfold. When he could finally see the man...or to be more exact the place the man last stood he raised a brow. His hands left his pocket and he steadily moved to a more defensive posture as he looked around. 'Where is he?' He wondered as his eyes lay on the crystal ball that was in the area the man was last at.


He watched as the dome increased in size killing the flames after a small bit. It was still a good distance from Drake, but he was wary of this power. '....This dome..... It's taking power, or is it making it so there is no oxegen inside it?' He wondered as his eyes lingered on the fire for a moment. 'This man has chains.... But what exactly does that dome do? Either way I should avoid it.' He thought as he held up his hand. "Soul Shot." With this the two chakrams that weren't holding him up got behind one another and charged up a shot. He knew his enemy was defeated, and that crystal ball... It was worrysome so he decided to take it out. With that the chakrams shot two consective blast right at the crystal ball.


When the blast hit the crystal ball Drake's eyes widen by a fraction. 'It absorbed the attack??' He remained in his spot for a moment before move his hand quickly from his right to left. "Soul Slicer!" With this his two Chakrams spun at high speeds the green now on the outside of them looking very sharp (and they were as sharp as they looked). Once they gained enough moment, this physical attack raced forward entering the dome to strike the crystal ball. As soon as they entered the dome Drake saw that the outside part of the attack...the green...it was starting to look weaker...just a bit, but he noticed that it wasn't as vibrant as it was before it entered the dome. Despite this the chkarms themselves were still moving at high speeds with the capability to cut solid stone at their rate.


Field: 12 Ft. -> 22Ft.


As Drake launched his Chakrams into the field, the mass of silver sparks around the crystal ball shot upwards at an alarmingly fast rate, nearly as fast as a speed-magic user before beginning to.... change near the peak of the dome. The sparks whirled now, not around the orb, but now on the opposite side of the orb from Drake, before beginning to cling together and reform into the figure Drake had been fighting. Cipher's hand still holding the orb as his body becomes fully corporeal and he thrusts a hand towards Drake. The field that had once been a safe distance away from Drake surging forward at a decently fast rate while Cipher continues to speak in his monotonous tone of voice "Corruptia..." a series of five large magic circles appeared around Cipher in a circle, still within the confines of the field "..Storm!". All at once, small fragments of the same crystalline substance the chains had been made of lance out towards Drake in a series of firing much like multiple machine-guns. Each of thee shards about half an inch long and shape like an elongated diamond like one would find on a playing card.


Just after this, Cipher turns his hand so his palm faces upward, and sweeps his hand up towards the sky and a pillar of that same substance shoots up beneath him, allowing him to land on it safely. His voice now speaking in a slightly rushed, yet still level tone "Interesting form, let us see how it suits me. Thank you, by the way." A small smirk plays at Cipher's lips "Corruptia Rend!" Cipher sweeps his own hand from left to right, and thick discs much like circular saw-blades mixed with mirrors emerge horizontally from the pillar beneath Cipher at a rate of one per two seconds. The pillar slowly shrinking as this happens and during all this time the magic circles emitting the storm of shards continued to fire. Like Drake's own attack, and his chains, these were physical and could indeed cause series damage. As the pillar gets down to about five feet Cipher jumps down to land on a piece of pavement Drake has not destroyed and begins to.. simply walk towards Tempest and the others. Gurren's flames continuing to slowly wane wherever the field touches them for too long, and should Drake enter the field, he too would feel his magic being drained, though not nearly as severely as the chains previously had.


"Open Gate of the shield! Sanctum!" As Cipher was announcing his attack Drake had pulled out his silver key. He saw this was a long range attack and he wasn't positive he could dodge it. So just as the shrapnel was being hurtled at him his spirit appeared. "Five foot wall!" Drake ordered before the steel box could say anything. Muttering a few pleasantish words the cube did as ordered and formed a wall which Drake ducked behind just as the attack came close to him. They each hit the spirit which protected Drake, whowever he saw his mistake. Having been focused on the attack he ignored his surroundings, and it was only now he noticed that the dome was over him as well. Not only did he have a the dome saping him of his magic (even if it was a bit) he also had his spirit which was helping him but he was now losing his magic faster. Cursing inwardly he backed away from Sanctum. "Thanks but return." He said making a tick mark appear on the spirit's body. "Oi! You summoned me to only block one attack! What's up with that! I was having a nice conversation in the spirit world with lupus!"


Drake blinked at her and sighed shaking his head before his eyes went back to his enemy as he shot out the saucers. "Fine! Again five foot wall." He said as the disks came after him. "Hmm Last command you gave me was to return~ And you know I never fail to listen~" It said before going back to the spirit world now making a small tick mark appear on Drake's head. He didn't say anything however as he was focused on the incoming attack. He used his souls and flew back a bit but seeing how these things were following him he let out a sigh of irriation. Jumping from his chakrams he fell to the ground. "Soul Slices." He said as he swung his hand in a downward motion. The chakrams light up and all six went to the five which they clashes against with speed and decent amount of force. This turned out to be a lot like a beyblade mathc at how the disk hit each other.


Drake landed on one hand and moved to his feet before backing up till he was out of the dome wishing he got out of that sooner. Taking a few breaths he had his eyes on cipher curious as to why he turned his back. Was it because of pure confidence that he had this in the bag or just foolishness he didn't know. It did irk him a bit as he wasn't sure if this was a trap. He ran off to the side getting more distance between him and the dome. His back to the building he was now 25 feet away from cipher and three from the dome. "Open gate of the wolf Lupus." He said another silver circle appearing. This time a wolf jumped from the ciricle landing next to Drake with his tougne stuck out as it panted like any other dog. "Lupus... Burn." He said as he pointed at Cipher. At this Lupus let out a bark and did one circle as he got distracted by his own tail for a moment. However in the next the wolf ran into the dome and straight through the rest of Gurren's fire. When he did he absorbed it with his fur making him burn a bit more brightly as it gave him a boast in power. Taking a deep breath the spirit ran up to Cipher with it maw open wide. It let out a breath of fire but it wasn't strong enough to damage or really get close to Ciper, it was nothing more than a distraction. Lupus moving from the flames aimed to flank the man from the right. Jumping in the air, it's jaws opened wide and it's teeth glowing it tired to bite Cipher in the torso.


Field: 22 Ft. -> 30 Ft.


Cipher could only be more than a little incredulous at Drake's choice of tactic in response to his attack... for two reasons. The first being that Celestial Spirits were known for having a finite amount of power when in this world, and even though it was only a Silver-Key spirit, the returns of the shards drainage on this "Sanctum" were more than making up for the casting of the storm. Hell, he could even feel that with the storm, along with Drake and Sanctum's decent dual-exposure to the field, he'd all but recovered all the magical energy expended so far in this fight. Second, it did not seem the spirit liked Drake all that much, and it made a bit of sense when Cipher thought that Drke may not like Sanctum either, since draining the spirit's magic in this world was literally taking it's life away. By now it honestly began to feel a bit unfair fighting the young guild-mage, though he supposed people out of their depth were prone to making foolish mistakes. Case-in-point, when he summoned Lupus and sent the energetic wolf charging into the field with reckless abandon. Were it that Cipher was an electronic device, his battery would be reading 100% by now. Though something that would become VERY apparent to Drake, was that as Cipher moved, even at such a slow pace, the field shifted and moved along with him, keeping Cipher safely at it's epicenter. However, due to the draining that Drake had allowed, the field swelled and pulsed even more brightly before swelling out another eight feet at about three miles-per-hour, and given that Cipher had walked towards Tempest, the field would almost be licking at her heels two feet back, so to speak.


In response to the energetic wolf, Cipher clenches his fist in front of him. "Corruptia Carapace.". A couple thoughts flashing through Cipher's mind as the wolf released it's gout of flame, causing Cipher to raise his arm not holding the crystal ball to shield his eyes, and a bright flash erupted from Cipher as a suit of crystalline armor formed rapidly over his person. Releasing an odd silver light that made looking at Cipher the equivalent of looking directly into an activated flashlight. The first of the afore-mentioned thoughts, was that the distraction of the flame gout had worked incredibly well... TOO well, and Cipher immeidately reconsidered his evaluation of Drake in that moment. The second, as Lupus lurched forward to bite him, was that had Drake not allowed him to drain so much to power this armor spell of his, and had he cast it immediately after the Storm spell, that bite would no doubt penetrate the armor easily. As thins were now, however, those were only praise for his opponent, and bad what-if scenarios. Reality was about to be much more unpleasant for Drake.


The first thing to account for this upsetting twist, is that the bright flash had made Lupus falter just a bit in his ferocious attack. Cipher, now a bit upset with himself for falling for the feint, scowled at Lupus lunged and spoke in a slightly-aggravated tone "Foolish creature." With that he met the spirit's lunge by pulling back the hand holding the crystal ball and... shoved it directly into the waiting maw of Lupus, lodging the beasts mouth open with the crystalline object and keeping a grip on it now strengthened more by the carapace's own crystalline structure merging with the ball's. The effect was instant, and despite his aggravation, made Cipher pity the creature. The chains used before were bad, as far draining magic went, and were what Cipher employed when semi-serious. Making someone, or something in this case, touch The Eye directly was not something he ever really enjoyed doing as the drainage was so instant and crippling to magic-users and magical beings.


As Cipher lodges The Eye in Lupus' maw, he immediately summons chains to restrain the wolf, before pointing his free hand towards Drake. "Corruptia Stalacticus.". With that, huge spikes the size of stalactites erupt from the ground at the edge of the field and surge toward drake in a ten-foot-wide berth of pointed, sharp crystal. To make sure, in his mind anyway, Drake was finished, Cipher easily summons six more chains from the top of the field and has them surge at Drake from above and the sides, these were now intent on using the distracting stalactites to steal away Drake's chakrams and pull them into the field. However, there was some bad news for Cipher, the energy from The Eye draining Lupus and his field doing so as well was giving him too MUCH energy. It felt... odd, and so he has even has the chains holding the wolf spirit attempt to throw it in Drake's general direction. At this point, Cipher had so much energy in reserve it was as if his fight with Drake had thus far not happened.


Drake watched everything closely and it didn't take him long at all to realize his mistake. 'I'm feeding him energy... The spirits I summoned...the long range attacks, he is absorbing them and using it for himself. This dome is doing the same as those chains. He takes energy and makes it his own...but those crystals... Is it a crystal make magic? Or are they one magic? That orb... I need to avoid it.' He thought as he looked forward sqinting at the bright light that was prodcude from the armor. When the spikes came toward him things ever so slightly slowed down and his mind went straight to overdrive as he watched what was happening. 'Long range attacks don't work, my spirits won't work.... Only one option... And gods do I hate this option.' He thought as he kneeled on the ground and lifted his hood up covering his eyes so the armor wouldn't blind him.


"I'm going to regret this..." With that he pushed off his back foot and ran forward his head down and his body relaxed as he ran. Just as the spikes were going to hit him he jumped into the air above the set of spikes that would initially hit him. However he had timed it wrong ever so slightly and with that he got a cut on his calf which was now starting to bleed, but he couldn't concern himself with this wound at the moment. After jumping into the air his eyes glowed green and one of the chakrams that the chian had caught stopped struggling and went limp. Moments before he was about to land on the spike a chakram shot out of his pocket and went right under his foot using this he jumped forward going for distance rather than height this time around. As he jumped he out stretched his arms and caught lupus mid air. The same Chakrams went under his foot once more before he could land and he jumped off of it. When he hit the ground he did one roll landing on his foot and knee. Looking down at his spirit he smiled and petted his head twice. "Thanks buddy... You helped me out more than you know." He said softly as he took out his key. Placing it on his head he nodded. "Now get some rest...return to the spirit world." with that the wolf returned and Drake placed the keys back in his pocket.


He glanced at the small wound for a fraction of a second, luckily it wasn't deep nor long, not more than an inch long and centimeter wide. Blood flowed out of it, but not at such a fast pace he had to worry about it for the time being. Standing up Drake's eyes turned green now able to see the souls of the people around him as he would blind otherwise seeing as he still had his hood on. Looking at Cipher he was still for a moment as he just looked at this man, a small smirk on his face that was hidden by the shadow the hood gave. As much as he wouldn't admit it out loud... This fight was interesting...there was a good chance he was going to lose due to his mistakes of giving his enemy more power and the fact he was fighting on his field. Either way this battle was intersting none the less as he was seeing and experiencing a new type of magic. These thoughts went through his head for no more than two seconds.


On the third second he ran straight to Cipher. As he neared he moved his lips together and a soft yet sharp whistle left his lips. At this time he was eight feet away and still sprinting to his enemy. When he got six feet that was when he altered his course. The moment he arrived at six feet Cipher was blinded by a black ball of feathers. To be more precise a hawk. Penance hearing Drake's whistle came to his aid and was now flying in front of Cipher tyring to claw out his eyes as he let out loud screeches making it near impossible to see and hear Drake with what he was doing as he really was trying to take out Cipher's eyes. When Penance did this Drake came to a halt and using his left leg jumped to the side and ran faster not wanting Penance to be in danger for to long. Ignoring the stining in his leg he pushed off and closed the distance between the two. As he did this he pulled out his knife with the chain attached to it. Not using any magic with this he ran behind Cipher. With that he tossed the chain hoping to get it around the man's arm that was holding the orb. If he did get it he was going to pulled arm back while placing his foot on his back placing him off balance only to have his finishing move to decide the rest.


Field: 30 Ft.


Cipher had little time to gather his thoughts as Drake threw himself over the stalactites, attempting to rush him it seems. Even the small wound both he and Drake noted had siphoned Cipher a modicum of magic from the man, and it seemed even Drake knew a slow, control-oriented fight was heavily stacked in Cipher's favor.... in most cases anyways. Thankfully, Cipher's abilities helped to cover the issue of this exact situation and what it could represent for him. As soon as Drake entered the field, the slow, creeping siphoning of magical Ethernano from his body began.... and Cipher no longer needed his eyes and ears to know where Drake was, he could feel where his magic was being drained from. Granted, having Penance go after his eyes was nothing short of a near-perfect idea had Drake not willingly stepped inside the field. In truth, even as Cipher brought his chains back to apprehend the animal... though oddly enough he merely restrains it passively to the ground, had Drake stayed back he could have easily delivered a Soul Shot directly to Cipher with Penance distracting him.


However, the present was a different story. After restraining Penance in a handful of seconds, as Drake went to restrain his arm, Cipher could feel the entirety of Drake's body. It's location, posture, movement... he was only a container for Ethernano, after all. Thus Cipher spins back, around the outside of Drake's attempted kick to his back though he does have to allow Drake to catch his arm to do this. Using the momentum of Drake seizing his arm to help propel himself backwards around the man's leg, Cipher drops his Carapace while simultaneously drawing Requiem from it's hidden sheath on his hip, and delivers a K.O.-worthy smack with the blade's pommel to the back of Drake's head, his arm being wrenched at a hellishly awkward angle in the process.


'Yup... I messed up.' he thought as he saw the chains wrap around Penance taking him to the ground. 'Bastard better not hurt my hawk....' These thoughts were in his head at he kept a firm grip on his blade. He didn't have room to move out of the way and with his right leg still letting blood flow out... His mobility was very limited. He saw the attack coming and when he did he reacted as fast as he could, not defensively (as he didn't have the time) but offensively. As the handle came toward his head Drake changed his plans, he pulled the chain his grip not loosening for a second. As the handle collided with the back of his head Drake used the last reaming moments of his conscious state to take the blade and shove it with the last of his strengthen under Ciphers arm pit where armor would averagely be weaker so that one would have mobility. He had used both hands to shove it up but before he could see if it actually hit the skin or not his vision blurred.


A smirk still on his face as he began to fall and his eyes started to close. Letting go of the blade, his chakrams fell out of the air as he could no longer keep the souls in their container. His right hand brushed the front of Cipher's chest as he fell to his left side. With a thump he hit the ground his hood still over his face, his left arm under him and his right out stretched in front of him his eyes fully closed before he even touched the ground...and that smirk of his was still there though less pronounced. His hawk let out a screech of worry for him as his wound was still bleeding heavily and due to how tightly he had been gripping the knife in his finally attempt to actually wound Cipher, his right hand was bleeding as well which wasn't good for the mage. Once he fell Ixie his crow had left her perch from the tree and flew to him landing by his head where she gently pecked him in a feeble attempt to wake him though he was out of it. She ignore the mage and kept pecking knowing Drake needed to be healed or he risked death, however despite her attempts Drake didn't move a muscle.


Field: 30 Ft. -> 10 Ft.


Cipher could owe his continuing existence to the simple fact that in the moment Drake had stabbed, his arm had hurt very, very badly. Thus after making contact with his strike he had twisted his body so as to relieve the pressure from his arm. This did not, however, save him from being entirely unscathed. The blade had still managed to deliver a cut to his side, just beneath his arm that immediately began to bleed. A hiss of pain escaping between Cipher's teeth as Drake collapsed. Cipher then freed his arm and cast a wary glance in the direction of the one's Drake had arrived with, before letting the armor dissolve and shaking his head "A mortal blow when I aimed to incapacitate, how crude.". Cipher knelt then, tearing a piece of Drake's robe off and inserted it into his own, using it as a way to staunch the flow of blood before forming a crystalline shell over the bundled cloth against his body. He then sheathed his sword once more, letting out a small sigh.


Upon seeing Drake's pet continuously peck at him Cipher's eyes narrow and he also restrains that creature, though he DOES then bind them both to Drake before having his chains lift the cohesive package of bird, man, bird off the ground as he walks over to Tempest, standing back from her and setting Drake down on the far side of himself and Tempest away from his comrades. Cipher could feel even more magical energy being siphoned from Drake even now and once he needed no more he sets Drake outside of it, even further from his comrades before turning to face all of them. Leveling a cold, focused gaze on the group as a man who was not done fighting if he had to be "From what I've gathered, you are all FAR more incompetent than this one. So it is likely within your best interest to come along peacefully." In truth, it was rather likely none of them had any idea Cipher was still at full reserves of magical energy after such a confrontation, and save the cut on his side in prime physical condition. For that matter, none of them even knew what his abilities did, other than seeing Gurren's flames vanish in the field and Drake generally avoid it for a bit, none of them had experienced it's effect yet. Drake never vocalized what it did and save the one currently on the ground with shock-treatment hair, he doubted any of the group were intelligent enough to deduce what it did from what was displayed. Thus, for now, he merely watched the group of mages coolly, arms now laced behind his back still holding The Eye, and Requiem once again sheathed away.


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Tempest’s fist slammed into Gurren’s stomach the moment he made his move. His entire body would reel back from the impact as if a miniature train had rolled straight into him.


As he recovered from the surprise attack, Gurren could feel her cold gauntlet wrapped tightly around his throat like a king cobra in a vice grip. The force of it pinned him to the ground, roughly pushing hard concrete against his back. “Stop. Resisting,” she hissed, now thoroughly annoyed.


“Cipher, well done. Take that one to the medical room and bandage him up. He’s not going to last long with hemophilia like that,” Tempest ordered, pointing towards the downed Drake. Cipher could immediately recognize she was using her doctor tone, and it was probably in his best interests to not disagree. “Put on some restraints when you’re done.”


The rest of you were surrounded by several more armed guards during the fight. Several of them roughly grabbed Spades, Soren, and Nishka by the wrist, restraining your hands behind your back provided you didn’t resist.


A few kept guns trailed on Serafina’s vital points, but they seemed hesitant to touch her. Tempest continued barking out orders, “I want ten more guards out here ASAP. Also prepare two holding cells and three injections of Red Serum for me on the double. Go!”


Her brightly lit visor trailed towards Serafina. “Mage, stand down. Stop the Magic or I’ll have to order my men to shoot,” she said. Though you could only see her lips, they didn’t so much as twitch with the threat. She seemed serious.
 
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Gurren coughed out saliva as the air was knocked out of his lungs from Tempest's attack. He reeled back before taking a step back to steady himself. At least he started to steady himself. The force from the tight grip around his neck forced him to land hard on the concrete.


"I...wasn't....resisting," he said between gasping for air. He gave Tempest an angry stare as a couple of guards picked him up. The guards put his arms behind his back and slapped on a pair of handcuff before removing the thing around his neck. Gurren started to breath heavily to catch his breath before returning to a regular breathing pattern.


Gurren felt a gun shoved against his back signaling it was time to move. As much as Gurren wanted to fight back, he couldn't muster up any magical energy. Gurren figured his lack of magic was due to the handcuffs. It wouldn't be the first time a Fairy Tail wizard encountered a magic blocking restraint. Gurren had only one reasonable option, to follow Tempest and her group's orders.


Gurren started walking and allowed himself to be lead by the guards. Despite doing what the Red Tide wanted, he had a fired up look of determination. He glanced over at his companions. Drake didn't look good with his injuries, but at least he'd get some medical attention. Gurren was worried the most for Serafina. He wasn't sure how she'd react to the threat of being shot.


Gurren was shoved into one of the holding cells. The guards left him in the magic restraining handcuffs and closed the door before going who knows were. Probably back outside. Gurren doubted he'd be alone for long. Some of his party members would probably join him very soon. In the mean time he started to try to break his way out of the handcuffs; struggling to no avail.
 
Serafina Dunlar

“Mage, stand down. Stop the Magic or I’ll have to order my men to shoot,” Serafina understood Tempest’s threat loud and clear although her skin continued to spark.


In all reality, Serafina was livid - terrified. She didn’t want to fight, especially not after she had just seen Drake and Gurren defeated so easily if you could even say it had been a fight at all. However, at the same time, she quite literally couldn’t stop it. The more fear that rose up inside of her, the worse the electric current became and the more frequent its jumps off of her skin became. The glowing purple current seemed to almost sparkle although it wasn’t the kind of thing that looked even remotely safe to touch.


She could see the guns aimed at her as the guards circled around. She knew from their aim that a single shot could kill her in an instant. And that only made it worse. “I - I can’t stop it,” Serafina cried out. “I - I don’t know how…” The poor girl was hyperventilating now as her knees buckled beneath her. Her shotgun fell lifeless beside her, no longer in her grip and no longer on her person as her body flooded with electricity, causing her entire body to seize although she still seemed to be entirely conscious and entirely aware of everything that was going on around her.


“I wish I could stop it… all it does is hurt people!” Her eyes looked up to Tempest, disappointed that she couldn’t see the eyes of the person who threatened her for something that was beyond her own control.


The mermaid heel mage shivered as she remembered the last time it had gotten this bad; she had been merely travelling when she encountered a situation that was too much for her. Sara had been there and Sara had not escaped unscathed. Serafina remembered the embrace of her guildmaster and she remembered the embrace of her brother. The memories did nothing to lessen the fire of her magic as it continued to charge underneath the surface of her skin.


And as she cried, terrified of her own powers, Serafina remained on her knees watching and hoping that none of them decided to approach her… not now. That would be bad.


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Soren Peres

Soren, for the most part, had merely spent the moments up until this point observing. He could sense the uncontrollable magic that built up within Serafina - it had started to collect even before Tempest had appeared and he didn’t imagine it would go away any time soon. More than that, the appearance of Tempest irked him greatly. She looked like another he had fought before; she looked like another who he had defeated. However, then he had had a friend to fight with, a friend to plan with; now he had no one. At least, he had no one with a plan.


The Lamia Scale mage watched both Gurren and Drake’s attacks, he realized the one thing they both lacked - teamwork. When he had defeated Seth, him and Light had worked as a team and as Soren stood there watching his teammates, he knew that none of them could win on their own. Now that the two who would’ve been most likely to help him in the first place were indisposed, Soren didn’t have much left he could do. Fighting would only get him killed or worse… and he didn’t want to think about what could be worse.


Bunch of idiots… we should’ve struck together, not individually. That never works!


Soren didn’t have time to stay lost in his thoughts for long though because the guards were approaching him too, and he wasn’t too fond of the idea of being locked up. He didn’t like the sound of this “Red Serum” either. In the blink of an eye, Soren vanished. POOF!


“Hey!” he called out as he reappeared behind Tempest, far enough back that he wasn’t quite within reach. “I hope you don’t mind a few questions, but your… suit…. looks familiar. Anyone you know recently make it as far as Scava? Oh, and while you’re at it, what’s this ‘red serum’? I like to think I’ve read a lot, but I can’t say I’ve heard of it.”


As he spoke, Soren further examined the suit that she wore, searching for a core at the center because that was how he and Light had managed to defeat the prior user they had encountered. Briefly, Soren remembered the fire that their opponent had been able to summon and he prepared for her to have some elemental power as well. Logically, it would make sense. Lastly, Soren prepared another teleportation spell as a green magic circle appeared once more underneath his own two feet. If anyone charged at him, he would be gone once more and where he planned to go remained unclear.


“Oh,” he added one more comment, “and just so you know, it is her distress that is fueling her magic.” Soren gestured back to Serafina. “And she hasn’t demonstrated an ounce of control so far so I’d worry about that if I were you.” Soren wasn’t trying to be mean to the mermaid heel mage - not at all - but he did want to redirect their attention from him so he could get away and figure out what to do next. His eyes flickered to Spades - the other teleporter - and he wondered if the Fairy Tail mage would pick up on his plans. It was quite possible.


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Gurren’s Cell


“Pst…over here,” whispered a voice near the far wall. Gurren’s eyes wandered to see a mop of blue hair poking above a hole in the concrete floor. The Fairy Tail would have a hard time figuring out how he did not realize when the opening appeared, if he ever wondered.


Bored, apathetic eyes rose above the floor, their dull lifelessness still shining like sapphires in the dim holding cell. “I’m here to help you escape. Hold still.”


It was Kolte, the man you encountered at the backroom of Hikari’s bookstore not too long ago. Without warning a blur shot through the air faster than Gurren could react to, and suddenly, his handcuffs clattered to two pieces on the floor, split by a knife now embedded deeply into the concrete between Gurren’s thighs. Yikes, that could’ve been disastrous.


“Come here with me. We’re going to get your friend,” Kolte said. He immediately ducked back into the whole, leaving Gurren with only the choice of following or staying locked up.




Outside Scarlet Print


Tempest barely turned her helmet to acknowledge Soren. Instead her visor drifted down to the green Magic circle beneath his feet, muttering strange incantations in a language you couldn’t understand under her breath.


She glanced up at Soren. “Teleportation matrix. Clever to prepare one in advance,” she said.


From there Tempest turned her back to Soren once again to face Serafina. “You’re a poor soul; uncontrolled magic is a truly destructive force for everyone. The Red Tide can help you reign in your abilities. We can help you control your Magic. Join us,” she said.


Tempest raised her arm into the air, and suddenly, the arcs of lightning racing across her shoulderpads exploded into a burst of energy catching Soren, Serafina, Spades, and Nishka all by surprise. Yet, even if they braced themselves, they’d find themselves unharmed. Sure it sent a tingle through their bodies, but otherwise didn’t do any damage.


Except for one thing. No matter how hard they tried, none of them could access their Magic. It was almost as if their reserves of Ethernano has disappeared behind a barrier. They could still feel its faint presence, but it remained behind an unbreachable wall. For Soren, that meant his active Magic Circle disappeared, along with his chances of teleporting away in the next few moments.


For Serafina, that meant she’d realize her the intense, boiling pot of Magic inside her died down for the first time. It simmered calmly, like a tranquil lake in the forest. She couldn’t use her abilities either, but the Lightning wasn’t bothering her any more.


Soren wouldn’t get a chance to try and understand what happened. All he would realize was a force suddenly pushing him out of the way, followed by the characteristic boom of a sniper rifle and an intense pain grip his shoulder in pure agony.


Meanwhile Spades and Nishka felt the guards restraining them release their grips as they shouted for a brief moment before being silenced. As they looked around, they’d see two identical blue-haired men with dull, lifeless eyes standing beside them. The Red Tide’s security detail laid devastated in collapsed heaps, downed faster than they could see.


You’d recognize both of them as Kolte, who provided you with the information you needed for this mission not too long ago. What was he doing here, and why were there two of him?


Serafina would see Tempest tense up, sparking with electric energy around her gauntlets as she turned to face a new threat behind her: the innocent-looking brunette who nobody noticed was no longer around for a brief period of time. She pushed her glasses up the brim of her nose.


“I’m not a fan of one-liners like a certain greenette I know, but…” Hikari said while mashing her fist and open palm together into a simple, yet legendary stance. Spikes of ice immediately burst out of instantaneously constructed ghost blue Magic circles on the ground toward Tempest and the remaining Red Tide, knocking the latter onto their feet and throwing Tempest into a nearby truck.


“Get iced.”


The vehicle completely rolled over as its hold collapsed from the impact force. Tempest groaned, one hand reaching over to pull herself off as greater arcs of electrical current continued to spark of her in signs of anger.


Hikari turned to Spades, Nishka, and Serafina while picking up Soren by his non-pained shoulder. Her eyelids curved into a closed eye smile. In a calm, but concerned tone, Hikari said, “Okay, she’s going to be pissed now. Let’s run.”


Gurren, you're on a mission with Kolte to save Drake! Or, apparently, one of the Koltes. @shadowdude505


Soren, you've been shot in the shoulder! Your life was barely saved by Hikari, but damn does it hurt like a bitch. You'll have a hard time moving on your own. Best let someone, like Hikari, help you out. @Stormborn Targaryen


Serafina, Tempest has tried to tempt you to join the Red Tide with the claim that they can help you with one of your greatest problems. They've even shown that they're capable of suppressing your Magic! Is there anything else that they can do? Will you go with them to stop yourself from hurting anyone else any longer, or will you escape with your allies away from the supposed enemy? @Violet Obsidian


Spades and Nishka, you've just been witness to an incredible series of events. Let's hope you get to participate in some too! @Gabauchi @SummerWolf


Cipher...well, you've still got a job to do. And Tempest told you it in her Doctor voice too. You'd be in big trouble if you skipped out. @Mad Prince of Sanity


 
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Tempest has activated her special ability. All nearby mages have their Magic temporarily disabled for your next post! You've gotten too close to her this time around.
 

CIPHER

Field: 10 Ft.

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Cipher gave Tempest's order a firm nod and didn't need to be told twice. Before Soren had even made his move Cipher had once again entangled Drake in gleaming crystalline chains before beginning to carry him into the structure after the guards that had apprehended Gurren. Making sure to confiscate his chakrams and, after what can only be described as a very short period of annoyance while trying to take Drake to the infirmary, deposited his "pets" with the nearest Red Tide member who had something resembling cages for the infernal racket-making things. Drake's chakrams Cipher kept on two of his crystalline chains, with both chains laced through the chakram's centers, like a key-chain and knew that if Drake awoke it would be best they be out of his ability to use. After reaching the infirmary Cipher deposited Drake on one of the cots there and instructed one of the staff there to keep the mage alive... though he didn't quite tell him to put Drake in tip-top shape, as it were.


Next, Cipher had a somewhat difficult decision before him. Did he return to assist Tempest or stay here to make sure Drake didn't do anything funny? He could hear... some sort of commotion outside and could only assume the mages had tried something. On one hand, Tempest was an exceptional combatant with a few tricks up her sleeve. On the other hand, a couple guards would be of little help in the long run if those mages had indeed become hostile. With a sigh, Cipher decided to take the middle road and gathered the attention of two passing Red Tide members and instructed them to go inform him of what happened next concerning Tempest and the guild-mages and to spare no details. Not telling them his presence there would depend on their observations, but he got the feeling they knew as much already.


Field: 10 -> 20 Ft.


Turning back to Drake, Cipher would sit down in one of the infirmary chairs before closing his eyes and allowing his field of magic to swell and expand around him. The field now encompassing the entirety of the infirmary, as well as the hallways outside it's doors, above it, below it and even most of the space of the rooms beside it on all sides. 'If nothing else, best to be prepared IF I have to go back out there.' Cipher thinks to himself briefly, all the while keeping the chains that held Drake's chakrams on the other side of the room from Drake behind a large metal medicine cabinet like a pair of snakes hiding from a predator. While four more chains stayed readily available to deal with any sudden surprises he may think he'll be up to once conscious. Better to be safe then sorry.


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Serafina Dunlar

Serafina looked down at her body in shock; or rather, not in shock at the current moment. The familiar feel of electricity coursing over the surface of her skin was gone, the buzz that only she seemed to notice had vanished entirely. After staring at her own body for a solid minute, Serafina’s eyes looked up to Tempest filled with surprise and something pretty darn near close to awe.


“You… you turned it off…” Her voice sounded almost confused, but it was a happy confused. “How did you… wha… how did you do that? Is it permanent!? Is it gone for good!?” It legitimately sounded like that was what she wanted.


She recalled what Tempest had said before it all, before the electricity fizzled out of her system completely. The red tide can help. Who are they? Her eyes glanced back to the others as she remembered her guildmates. However, it was impossible to think of her guildmates without thinking of Sara and of how she had hurt her own guildmaster. “Can you really… can you really help me?”


However, it seemed other things were set in place as Tempest was thrown off of her feet by spikes of ice and Serafina heard Hikari yell, “Okay, she’s going to be pissed now. Let’s run.”


Serafina got up and started to follow them, although she stopped after a few steps, looking back and wondering if the red tide really could help her. What if I really could learn to control it? What if I never hurt anyone without meaning to ever again? The thought of it, no matter how much she tried to shake it off and just run like she was supposed to, was too tempting. Serafina turned and looked to Nishka and to Spades, Hikari and Soren and the Mermaid Heel mage shook her head. She could not follow them, not when she had an opportunity like this. It was something Serafina was certain would not happen again.


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"Eh?" Gurren said in surprise at hearing a voice inside the cell. Originally he'd been the only one inside. He turned toward the sound of the voice and noticed a patch of blue hair that he vaguely remembered. Gurren stood still as Kolte freed him. As his cuffs fell he stated to feel his magical energy return and was too busy being pumped up to notice that the knife almost landed on a delicate area. "Thanks, blue hair," Gurren said as he massaged his wrists.


Gurren followed Kolte down his hole and into a tunnel network. "My friend? You mean Drake right?" he asked. "Alright! What's the plan? Are we charging in or should one of us cause a distraction by blowing something up?" Gurren cracked his knuckles. "I'm all fired up."


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Drake Silver

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'Gods...my head.' Where the first thoughts that went through Drake's head as he started to wake up. It took him a bit but soon his eyes fluttered open and he started to see the blurry images around him. 'Where?' He thought having yet to make a single movement (other than open his eyes). It took him a few seconds but soon enough he figured where he was. 'I don't feel any blood leaving me...someone must have patched me up, but judging from the fact I'm losing magic energy and that dome, it's not a friendly.' He held still as he thought about an exit strategy. He didn't think anyone was in a rush to come and get him out of this mess so he believed it was up to him to get out of here...which was not going to be fun seeing as his magic was still being zapped from him.


'Judging by the bed I'm on.... I say infirmary, not to mention the smell of latex and medicine that's in the air. If that's so...think where was this area?' He closed his eyes once more and cleared his head as he remembered his earlier recon. With his spirit he had scouted out the place in the best of his abilities. Of course with only infer red and X ray he couldn't get a very clear layout, but if he could just concentrate and remember he could get an escape plan. '.............................. Wait this place, I remember... Third floor, far east wing.' He thought remembering how he had scene people wearing slightly different clothes than the average engineer or guard, meaning they must have been the doctors, and the doctors were in the east wing third floor.


Now that he knew where he was he had to think of a way to get out of this place, and he had to hurry, the longer he was in this field the less his chances were of escaping. Once more he opened his eyes though he remained as still as a statue. He knew that the owner of this annoying magic stealing magic was close by otherwise that damned dome wouldn't be here. Though he had to figure out where he was. Staying silent he closed his eyes once more as if he had fallen asleep once again and slowly turned his head to the side. Under his closed eyelids he was using his soul eyes, something that required very little to almost no magic to do, and even better no magic circle to give him away. Using these he could see Cipher's soul even through his own eye lids. 'Okay.... He's there and there is no guard around here...or I assume so since that would mean they would be in his dome. And figuring his magic effects friends and foes alike...guards won't be in the dome.


Letting out a small yawn he turned his back to Cipher and placed one hand under his head while the other just lay over his side. 'I'm going to regret this...' He thought as he opened his eyes once more. He saw that his chakrams were being held by the chain...so that wasn't really an option. Not that it mattered his souls were no longer in those weapons and instead have been floating around waiting for Drake to do something (these souls could only be seen by him). Figuring everything out Drake acted.


In an instant he had three off his souls possess three needles while the two more possessed a bed and the last one flew through the wall and left the room and field for the time being. After doing this he rolled off his bed and the needles shot beams at Cipher aiming for his face to blind him. Drake rolled on the ground twice before standing up and having the bed ram straight into Cipher gut. After doing this he bolted out of the room already panting a bit from his magic loss, though he kept a high guard and his sense up knowing a counter would happen any moment.


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CIPHER

Field: 10 ft.

Cipher could only sigh internally as he felt the souls accompanying Drake begin to move. The four actually staying present possessing three needles and a bed of all things. As Drake attempted his escape, Cipher sprang from his seat just before the beams fired from the needles would have struck him. Making them miss entirely. The bed he stopped with a solid crystalline wall and as Drake ran by his chains arced and twisted around behind him, deciding to keep him under control a bit more forcefully now. The chains all simultaneously encircling Drake's ankles, smashing them together as well as tightening around the outsides of his arms and wrapping around him so that they were forced against his sides. The last then encircled Drake's throat in a hard, constricting grasp that instantly cut off his flow of oxygen completely. No gasping, fighting breathes, no gurgled words, simply a complete and utter deprivation of oxygen before the chains lift Drake from the ground and pull him back in the infirmary to face his captor. Cipher then encased each of the objects the souls had possessed in Corruptia, which SHOULD prevent them from going anywhere if his guess about small sources of magic trying to move through the crystalline substance was correct. In any case, he levels his eyes at Drake coldly and shakes his head "You may count yourself lucky, had Tempest no instructed you were to be kept alive, I would find creative ways to detain you permanently. I find having a source of magic nearby at all times is very beneficial for me." Without another word Cipher slams his right fist into Drake's kidney before slamming him back down into the bed he was in before.





Once Drake was back in the bed, Cipher steps up next to the bed and shakes his head again "To be fair, I would not, and will not, kill you without extreme provocation regardless of Tempest's orders." As he speaks, Cipher begins searching Drake's body, removing Celestials spirit keys one by one before lastly removing the one around his neck and studying it for a moment. Thinking for a moment, Cipher then places his hand on Drake's face. Not on his cheek, but fully gripping the entirety of Drake's face as Corruptia begins to spread out more and more over the upper portion of his face. Blocking his eyes and making his head feel considerably heavier than before. The magical drain on Drake's reserves now VERY intense. "Given that your eyes were closed, yet your attack so well executed and the glowing from your defeat earlier, I can only assume your sight is magical in nature. This should remedy that." The chains restraining Drake shift and adjust, keeping him fully captive while also shifting to restrain him to the bed he now lies upon. His wrists to the metal headboard, his ankles to the legs and three chains are spaced evenly along his torso and wrapped around the bed, while one is still tightly wrapped around his throat and also circles the bed. Though now it's grip has loosened enough for Drake to speak, and more importantly, breathe.





Once again seating himself, and fiddling with Columbia's key as he spins it around in his hands, Cipher continues to speak to his captive audience "I understand that Celestial Spirit mages must make contracts with their spirits, and in most cases, befriend them." Cipher casts a short, confirmatory sidelong glance at Drake before holding up Columbia's key and standing, walking over to one of the desks in the room and idly forming a spike of crystal around his hand before stabbing into the desk right beside the glinting silver key. Eyes now leveling coldly at Drake "Given that this one was separate from the rest, it must be important to you. Enough so that, I think, threatening it's integrity might make you a bit more cooperative, hmm?"




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Drake Silver

Barely a foot was out of the door before he realized his escape plan had failed. Out of the corner of his eyes he saw the crystal chain come for him. He was going to dodge it, but he found his body was sluggish and his head was still spinning. Meaning he was unable to do what he wished and in that moment he felt his air way simply cut off, he had to admit the harshness of the grab from the chain hurt quite a bit. When Cipher opened his mouth to talk all Drake did was glare at him darkly before he let out a groan of pain as his kidney was punched without mercy. Still unable to get away he found himself back on this damned bed but now he had even more chains on his body holding him in place while his magic was also drained.


Now he hated this fact, don't get him wrong, being tied up and having your magic drained, not fun let me tell you. However what truly pissed him off was the fact this man was placing his disgusting hands over his keys. With the chain still over his throat he couldn't say a thing, all he could do was glare at Cipher. Though soon his face was grabbed and the crystal went over it cutting off his sight and in all facts making him exhausted. After this happened he felt the chains sifting and forcing his hands above him and making it impossible to move off the bed, the only plus side to this was the fact he could now breath properly.


As he lay bound to the bed he stayed completely silent as he looked in the direction that Cipher's words were coming from. Hearing that Cipher was threatening to break one of his keys, and from what he was told Columbia's key...well that really didn't brighten his mood. He sifted a bit (or as much as he could) and kept 'looking' in Cipher's direction. "I am chained to this bed, you are taking my magic. You can see my next move... At the rate you are draining me I doubt I'll be able to stand in a few minutes..." He said in a rather dark tone. "I don't think you need my cooperation since I have no choice at this moment." After saying this he took a deep breath and shifted a bit more heavily uncomfortable at this moment before letting out a sigh, his body felt weak and he was started to get tired not to mention he was beginning to breath heavy from the magic that was being drained. "..... Also get your hands off my keys. I can't do anything and neither can they." He said in a serious tone that wasn't threatening, but it certainly wasn't happy.


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