Capture or Release IC

[Anne Bonny]

By Zitacamron95

Lucian sighed he ran his fingers along the walls. He was bored and wasn’t sure of where he was going. His twin blades were crossed and strapped onto his back. He hid in the dark, it was hard to see him when he was in the dark, being able to manipulate the shadows to go around him and make him unseen. He didn’t do anything but look around at the hall ways waiting for something to happen as he walked his way through. He never liked being apart of his father’s plans. He was the heir but didn’t want to be, he would rather watch the world burn. He knew that it would be soon when the vampires would hear the news of him running away. Lucian was planning this for a long time now it was time to actually put it into play. He sighed seeing the door was right in view, looking around to see if he was alone to walk out. He knew that everyone was too busy to notice him especially since he was going to use one of the doors that nobody really used. He smirked as the door started to get closer and closer. He was almost free, almost out of the area.

People would know that he had left after he was getting to his destination. Lucian knew there would be people going to find him and others just there to join him. He wasn’t sure where he was going to go but he was sure he was going to start by running away. He wanted to see if he could run away without being caught for a while, he was going to run and hopefully not get caught until he was far away. Lucian wondered if maybe he’d be able to get away from the life of luxury and into the life he wanted.

[Anne Bonny]

-crayons_lover-

...Fiacre was sitting outside enjoying the nice sunny day. He sighed a bit then jumped. A door a few feet away from him opened. ah the castle door. Oh there was Lucian too. Fiacre smiled at his old friend wondering what he was doing. He wondered if he should wait until Lucian came to him or maybe he should just go to him. Too late though, Fiacres feet were already moving. Taking each careful step over rocks towards his friend. He came by his side placing his hands behind his back. He stared at Lucian for a while smiling. Also wondering what he was thinking right now. He finally decided to ask him what he was doing.

"Hey Lucian. What brings you to the outside of the castle?"

He asked casually looking ahead dodging rocks and trees as they walked...

[Anne Bonny]

Zitacamron95

Lucian looked over, he saw Fiacre but didn't say a thing. He waited a bit and realized that he wasn't going to get rid of him easily. "Go away." Lucian said quickly. He wasn't going to bring anyone into this with him, it was a dicision he made before even starting. He didn't want anyone else to get injured for what he was doing or blamed for helping. He wasn't going to explain it to him, why or even what he was doing. Lucian was going to be smart about this, he was going to do this the right way without bringing anyone into this. He thought that was going to be the simple part about this. He didn't take to the fact that he couldn't control other people's decisions on his own.

[Anne Bonny]

Nastidon

Ok, I know I don't have a character description on the out of character forum, but I thought I would just jump right in since it seems we need a few words from the king. Here goes nothing:

Inside the dark damp castle walls, the throne room was filled with the kings angry voice, "Insolent fools!" The king snarled. "How can he be gone? What am I paying you for!" The guards watched as the king berated two of his most powerful generals. The king has recently lost his son for a reason he could not understand. "Who will be the heir to the throne now?" the king muttered to himself. "I must have a successor!" The two generals look to the floor in shame and speak, "My king, please forgive us, we will organize a search party immediately." The king rolls his eyes and signals them to leave with a slight flick of the wrist.

[Anne Bonny]

Stormwolf

Beneath the castle in the dungeons of the sewers, a ghost was at work. Lord Vladek Abendroth, the Court Primarch, surveyed a wide array of tools of retrieving information from an individual. Behind him, tied to a chair with steel cables, was another vampire, one of the Prince's servants, to be exact.

"Listen Lukas, as you know, I am not a patient man." Vladek said in his deep baritone voice as he drew a dark liquid from a vial into a syringe. "I know you swore to never betray your Prince, all the way to Judgment Day... I respect that." The Primarch turned and glared at the serf,

"So let us pretend that the Bells of Judgment Day are ringing and I am the one judging you. The choice you make here and now will decide damnation or salvation." The cold man with the fiery eyes finished, his mouth-full of fangs glistened with saliva in the dank light. Lukas, the serf, spat in Vladek's face.

"I piss on your grave, Vladek Abendroth!" The serf hissed. Vladek simply wiped the spittle from his cheek and drove the needle into Lukas' neck, injecting the dark liquid into his veins. The Prince's serf grew visibly frail and powerless.

"What...?" He was cut off by the powerful, black gloved punch of the Primarch.

"Silence, nave. That is Dead Man's Blood. Extremely poisonous to our kind. Not the subtle kind of poison either. It will start like a fever or the flu, then you will feel as if hot silver is coursing through your veins. Within an hour, you will beg me for death, and I will not provide it.... Unless you tell me where the Prince went." Vladek pulled his gloves on tighter, flexing his fists and cracking his neck. Lukas simply spat at the Primarch once more. Vladek sighed and landed another powerful punch right above the man's eye before returning to his spread of tools to retrieve a silver razor.

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"Alright! Alright! I- I don't know! I swear to God!" Lukas whimpered, his face barely holding any resemblance of him, just a mass of cuts that went so deep that the skull was exposed at the bottom of most of the gashes.

"Swear to me!!" The torturer yelled in a deep, near demonic voice. Vladek had long since pulled teeth and nails, and was now cutting fingers.

"I give you my word! I don't know where he is going! Only that he wants to get away. Live his life how he wants!" That made Vladek stop in his tracks, the blade of a large meat cleaver about to cut off the first row of digits on Lukas' left hand.

"See? Was that so hard?" Vladek chided, putting his tools away. "You have done the right thing, Lukas."

"Then you will release me?" Lukas asked, begged. Vladek sighed, staying silent for a while as he put the rest of his tools away. Turning to face Lukas, Vladek pointed a silenced colt 45 at the man and pulled the trigger. The muffled bang echoed in the room as the silver slug buried itself in the serf's skull, killing the man and frying his brain beyond regeneration.

"Yes. I release you."

The thick steel door to the dungeon opened. The two guards turned and saluted the Primarch as he walked through. For a master soldier, the Primarch dressed well. Black silk dress shirt with a red silk tie, black lamb leather gloves, black egyptian cotton slacks, handmade Italian shoes, and a black silk blazer with a matching overcoat. Though the clothes looked more flashy than what a normal soldier would wear, every article of clothing was backed by a generous layer of kevlar.

"Lord Primarch. Are you finished with the prisoner?" One of the guards asked. Vladek nodded, his black hair slicked back.

"Yes. Dispose of the body"

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Inside his office, Vladek Abendroth flipped through various files, all hot off of the press about the Prince's dissapearance. "Stupid boy..." Vladek muttered as he sipped fresh blood out of a fine crystal wine glass. Why the boy left was beyond him. The damned fool could have anything and anyone he wanted. What was the purpose of this ploy? Attention, no doubt. He wants to show how independant he is.

"Bah!" Vladek spat, "For the son of a mighty, wise king, you sure are a wool-headed simpleton, Master Lucien!" After reading over his files a few more times, his photographic memory taking note of things that showed certain importance, the Primarch mobile phone vibrated in his pocket. Whipping the device out, Vladek spoke.

"Who are you and how did you get this number? Oh, my apologies General. Yes. Yes, I do think the King is within his rights to blame you and furthermore, you have no right to question him.... Speak to me in that tone again, General, and I will have the eyes of your children for beads... Apology accepted, now stop blabbering and get to the point, you are a bigger waste of time than the Prince's serf... You want to me to speak to the King? That is highly irregular... Very well." Vladek hung up and placed the phone back in his pocket then strode out of the door to the King's Hall.

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Entering the King's throne room, Vladek marched straight-backed and fiery eyed to the foot of the throne before bowing on one knee; knuckles against the cold tile and head down. The King and his family were the only people that Vladek submitted to, believing that he owes them a great debt for his gift.

"My Lord, I have heard the news. Lukas was useless; Master Lucien seemes to have trusted no one with the details of this childish plot of his. I swear by the blood in my veins, I will find him and return him to you."

[Anne Bonny]

-crayons_lover-

...Fiacre glowered at him angry, but knew he shouldn't be mad. Fiacre didn't answer Lucian's words. Which made him wince and sigh. Fiacre followed after Lucian, but slowly. Letting Lucian lead the way and go wherever he liked. Then Fiacre heard a bellow from the castle. The voice could be recognized by anyone in the kingdom, the king. Fiacre just smiled at Lucian's back knowing Lucian wouldn't see. Fiacre caught up with him so that he could hear his words.

"Well then, an adventure? . . . Sounds like great fun"

Fiacre laughed lightly he didn't know exactly what the king said. Since the castle walls blocked most of his voice. Obviously since the king was mad he talked too loudly and Fiacre understood that Lucian was missing. That was all he caught and guessed that Lucian was doing something he wasn't supposed to. Which was quite obvious indeed. Fiacre let Lucian take the lead again not waiting for a reply. Not sure he wanted one, he could tell Lucian was in a bad mood...

[Anne Bonny]

Zitacamron95

Lucian just didn't even acknowledge Fiacre was even there. He could hear his father yelling, but he knew what he was doing. The darkness was something he knew how to bend to his will. He just thought he'd be able to get somewhere that will be far enough a way that will get him from anyone's view. He wasn't going to stay in the place he grew up any longer, it was time for him to just leave and live his own life. Lucian wasn't going to let them keep him there, he was going to fight back weather that means that he has to learn something new or die. He wasn't about to let his father get the best of him right when he just began his new life.

[Anne Bonny]

Nastidon

"War, what significance is war to a king without an heir?" The king asks himself as he signs papers declaring war on many nations, showing no concern for victory or defeat. His advisors are as petty as the small bats that flutter near the rooftops. It is clear that the king is in disorder. After shooing all of his servants out of the throne room, the kings eyes light up as Lord Vladek emerges from the shadows. The king waits for Lord Vladek to speak, hoping to hear that his lost son has been returned.

"Very well Lord Vladeck, you are as decisive as you are lethal, but alas, your words have not braught me the happiness I have hoped for." You may stand Lord Vladeck, your efforts are noted and greatly appreciated. After hearing the words of Lord Vladek, the king retreats to his private chambers. "I trust Lord Vladek's words, but there must be a reason Lucien has decided to flee the kingdom. It will be a difficult task to find the truth." The king ponders to himself as he sits in his candle lit chamber. Peering outside of a rectangular window, the king watches as his worthless generals mount horses to search for the lost prince. "Those fools, an entire kingdom at my whim, and I am able to rely on only one, the loyal Lord Vladek. He has already pledged his life for the prince's return." As the king peers out of the window onto the dark moonlit terrain, the king devises a plan.

Writing vigorously on his desk, the king exhausts all options except for one, "Hm... it appears we cannot rely on our vampire senses alone to solve this mystery. We must utilize all of the kingdoms power." The king quickly summons Lord Vladek to explain his plan. While awaiting Lord Vladek's arrival, the king begins to design a schematic for a device that will search for the prince, but only one may command it, and that is the mighty Lord Vladek.

[Anne Bonny]

Stormwolf

Vladek remained bowed and bowed even deeper as he received some faint praise. When told to stand, the Primarch did so with the grace and lethality of a poisonous serpent. With his hands folded at the small of his back, Vladek stood straight and regal as he was told to do before the King, but not to stand so tall as to appear to be challenging.

"As always, my Lord, I am at your beck and call." Vladek said as the King retreated to his chambers. The Primarch remained, looking at that regal door with those predatory eyes. Being something of a ghost, Vladek never had the time or opportunity to find a woman and bear a successor. Even if he did, it would not be fair to either of them. Vladek couldn't possibly imagine the pain his King must feel. Betrayal and Heartache at the same time. The Lord Abendroth shook his head out of disappointment at the Prince.
It was my duty to watch over the boy, keep him safe and teach him when he was the proper age. Could this somehow be my doing? Am I causing the King this kind of pain? Vladek frowned in thought until the words of a serf snapped him back to the present.

"My Lord Primarch, the King requests an audience." The servant said, calm but reeking of fear. Most people did, immortal or not, when they saw Vladek. The Primarch simply made a grunt of recognition and made his way to the King's private chamber, knocking on the door and awaiting permission to enter before doing so.

Vladek walked to the table the King sat at and stood opposite of him, standing before the King in the formal soldierly fashion, focusing on a spot on the wall opposite of him.

"What is your bidding, my Lord?"

[Anne Bonny]

Nastidon

Muttering nonsense to himself, the king turns his head and greets Lord Vladek. "Ahh yes, you are here, come sit with me." The king pulls up a chair for Lord Vladek to sit on, an informal invitation, signaling Lord Vladek that this will be no normal task. "Lord Vladek, I have designed a device that will track the location of my beloved son, I will entrust you with these papers." The king hands Lord Vladek the small stack of papers with the kings scribblings on them. "You see, we cannot use the simple metals we are able to forge here in the kingdom. We will have to call on outside help for its creation." While standing up, the king pours himself a glass of wine, and begins to speak, "There is a man that lives far into the northern wilderness, I have commissioned you and Lady Catherina Indeoque to gather the materials from this man." The king drinks, "Lady Catherina Indeoque will arrive from the battle in Medinth in 3 days time, upon her arrival, I will ask both of you to seek me out, there is one other thing I must explain, but I cannot without the two I may trust." The king stands near the rectangular window peering outside once again, "You may take your leave Lord Vladek, I have trust in you and Lady Catherina Indeoque, I know your mission will be a success."