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vatheon2011-12-31 10:49 pm
fortheempire) wrote in vatheon2011-12-31 10:49 pm
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A bit like a bad hangover, without the fun beforehand
Who: Ioder, anyone who wants to find a poor, tied up emperor.
Location: Plaza
Time: 12/31
Style: Starting in prose, but I'll match whatever others want
Status: Open
Damn.
It happened again. Some one who didn't agree with the way he was dealing with the empire, some one who wanted to make a "statement" that thought the way it needed to be done was by kidnapping him.
At least this time his advisers had the forethought to give him bodyguards before he left Zaphias. Sadly they were probably dead. Emperor Ioder Heurassein considered himself lucky to have gotten out with little more than a nasty whack to the back of his head.
For a few minutes, he'd woken long enough to see a dark room with little in the way of furnishings, and feel that his hands were bound behind his back with a rough and scratchy rope and he was against a wall, sitting on the floor. There was something sticky on the back of his neck. Likely blood. He could hear hushed voices in the room, but they were muffled, and consciousness didn't last long enough to hear what they were talking about.
And that's when things got weird. He had the oddest sensation of floating in water, or rather floating through water. And when he woke up again he was sopping wet, clothes heavy, head still aching something awful, and rather than being against a wall he was face down with his arms still bound behind him.
It was highly uncomfortable, to say the least.
But as uncomfortable as it was, it was also confusing, because it was a lot brighter than it had been before, and the ground was much smoother and cooler, too. When he opened his eyes (much to the displeasure of his still pounding head) he was greeted to a very different sight indeed. Everything was so... clean. Almost shining. And he could have easily been mistaken but... was that water beyond the rise of the buildings?
"What--..." he tried to speak, but his voice came out a raspy cough. A green light flitted around his head, almost as if it was worried about him, but he really couldn't make heads or tails of what it was or why it was there.
After a pained groan and a bit of struggling, he was able to sit up with his arms trapped behind his back, staring blearily at the area before him.
That certainly didn't help his confusion any. Where on Terca Lumireis was this?
"... I've gotten myself in to a very odd situation, haven't I?"
Location: Plaza
Time: 12/31
Style: Starting in prose, but I'll match whatever others want
Status: Open
Damn.
It happened again. Some one who didn't agree with the way he was dealing with the empire, some one who wanted to make a "statement" that thought the way it needed to be done was by kidnapping him.
At least this time his advisers had the forethought to give him bodyguards before he left Zaphias. Sadly they were probably dead. Emperor Ioder Heurassein considered himself lucky to have gotten out with little more than a nasty whack to the back of his head.
For a few minutes, he'd woken long enough to see a dark room with little in the way of furnishings, and feel that his hands were bound behind his back with a rough and scratchy rope and he was against a wall, sitting on the floor. There was something sticky on the back of his neck. Likely blood. He could hear hushed voices in the room, but they were muffled, and consciousness didn't last long enough to hear what they were talking about.
And that's when things got weird. He had the oddest sensation of floating in water, or rather floating through water. And when he woke up again he was sopping wet, clothes heavy, head still aching something awful, and rather than being against a wall he was face down with his arms still bound behind him.
It was highly uncomfortable, to say the least.
But as uncomfortable as it was, it was also confusing, because it was a lot brighter than it had been before, and the ground was much smoother and cooler, too. When he opened his eyes (much to the displeasure of his still pounding head) he was greeted to a very different sight indeed. Everything was so... clean. Almost shining. And he could have easily been mistaken but... was that water beyond the rise of the buildings?
"What--..." he tried to speak, but his voice came out a raspy cough. A green light flitted around his head, almost as if it was worried about him, but he really couldn't make heads or tails of what it was or why it was there.
After a pained groan and a bit of struggling, he was able to sit up with his arms trapped behind his back, staring blearily at the area before him.
That certainly didn't help his confusion any. Where on Terca Lumireis was this?
"... I've gotten myself in to a very odd situation, haven't I?"
FFDKGJDKG SORRY ABOUT THE DELAY. I'm bad at email alerts ;-;
Obviously he wouldn't enlighten Ioder that he was one of those scary people but he'd find out soon enough by gossip. Possibly. That and Izaya had never much cared whether people knew or not. It's not like he could do much of anything about it. Even if he could, he probably wouldn't. In Ikebukuro, he liked his reputation. It was no different here.
"You're welcome. Here. Not like it'll do much but maybe it'll help with the pain a bit," he said, grabbing one of Ioder's hands with surprising gentleness and began to apply some ointment to where the ropes had dug in. His fingers were quick and diligent and he moved onto the next wrist. Once he was done, Izaya seemed satisfied with himself.
"There. How's the Emperor feeling now? Little better? You're still wet. Not much I can do about that though."
It's okay. My brain died for a day anyway xD
Of course knowing his luck, they'd be exactly like Zagi or Alexei.
"Despite being emperor I am capable of taking care of myself, Mr. Izaya. Please don't worry about that."
He watched the ointment get applied to his wrists, moving them around a bit. It still stung, but he was feeling better at least.
"Yes, much. I really do appreciate your help."