Post by The Deceiver on Mar 12, 2013 11:18:57 GMT -5
A soft ringing would echo through Daichi's ear, in a gentle, cooing voice. One step. Two steps. Three steps, four.
The volume would increase with the next few words. Five steps. Six steps.Seven. Steps.
A soft hiss would make him stop in his place.
No more.
Daichi knew better than to move, a familiar Deceiver's soft breath brushing the back of his neck. "Daichi, darling? Do you have time to speak with me?"
This was a simple question with a simple answer.
Last Edit: Mar 12, 2013 11:21:09 GMT -5 by The Deceiver
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Mar 12, 2013 15:37:52 GMT -5
And not long after the sensation came a familiar coo and step the words echoing in his mind gently, though increasing in volume. The hiss made him stop dead. Yes, it was Her. Daichi fretted because he knew he had done something that would have been grounds for punishment and he fully expected something wicked to blow his way due to his foul. It wasn’t the punishment that made his blood run cold, it was how creative and awful it could have been that did it. But worse yet, disappointing his Matron seemed to sting worse.
However, he was happy to see her.
“Always, mi’lady.” A simple answer to a simple question.
Post by The Deceiver on Mar 13, 2013 15:22:36 GMT -5
LeBlanc stepped out from behind him and walked in front of him. She was staring daggers into his eyes, despite the rest of her calm, sweet demeanor. "Humor me, dear, please. Why were you here, speaking with Jericho? For what...reasons?"
The Deceiver already knew the reasons, but she was looking for one in particular from Daichi. His life hung by a thread, or rather, by a sentence.
Last Edit: Mar 13, 2013 15:22:55 GMT -5 by The Deceiver
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Mar 13, 2013 16:25:35 GMT -5
“I came here to make amends with the Grand General for the words I spoke previously…” It was part of the truth and was what she wanted to hear. The way she looked at him, she might as well have already plunged the knife into his chest. “…after which I delivered my report to the Grand General.”
Daichi was frozen as he maintained eye contact with the matron. He let his himself betray no emotion although she knew exactly how he felt at this moment.
Post by The Deceiver on Mar 13, 2013 17:13:41 GMT -5
"Mm, you came here to make amends? With the Grand General himself?" LeBlanc's brow furrowed, her lower lip curled downward with anger. "Why did you have to make amends with my gardener in the first place?"
The Deceiver raised her right index finger, her staff gripped in her left hand hummed with violet energy. She pressed her finger against his chest. her nail tapping the fabric of his shirt. "You are a member of the Black Rose now, dear. If Swain ever says anything to you, you will say do nothing but agree with him. If he asks for your honest opinion, you will give your honest opinion. If he asks you to do a mission for him, you will do one for him."
She increased the pressure with her finger. "If he says he wants your arm, you will give him your arm. If he wants you to run down the streets covered in tar and professing your love for equines, you will do so. If he tears your head off and hands it to Beatrice, I will not blink. You will never, EVER, show Grand General Jericho Swain anything but the utmost respect and flawless execution of his commands ever again. You will treat him like you treat me. You will love him as you love me. You will do whatever he says, because if he deems you useless, then you are useless to me. And I assure you, you may be wary of what I can do to you, but there is a reason why he is Grand General, and I am not."
LeBlanc's finger pushed through Daichi's chest, followed by the length of her forearm until it was sticking out from behind him. One could see his spinal cord torn out from the gentle push she had given him. It was firmly gripped in her dainty hand. As quickly as she had torn asunder his innards, she pulled her hand back, and no wound remained.
"The only reason you are breathing now is because you had the common sense to go of your own accord to apologize to Swain. If I had to send you, I assure you, the box I would send you in would be easily lost in my pocket. I take care of my roses, but rest assured..."
For once, her voice dropped several pitches, low and threatening. "I will cut out the weeds."
Her porcelain face cracked. Her furrowed brow, her piercing eyes, she was staring into his very being. Space and time seemed to contort, Daichi would feel as though he had been thrown out of a centrifuge and into a blender.
"I do not like being seen as a lenient woman. Do not disappoint me again." LeBlanc's face resumed its usual composure, smiling sweetly at him. "Are we understood, darling?"
The hallway was as normal as normal could be. Nothing seemed displaced, his organs were in place, and he was still breathing.
Last Edit: Mar 13, 2013 17:15:17 GMT -5 by The Deceiver
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Mar 13, 2013 17:38:20 GMT -5
The expression sparked fear into his soul, anger directed towards him as she broke all appearance and directed towards him. Her nail struck where a dagger ought to have pierced and it thusly increased with pressure. He dare not miss a single word as he listened obediently, like a whipped dog on a short leash. Her chastising of him stung worse than anything he had thought they could have, but much to his surprise what came was worse. His jaw went slack and he gritted his teeth. He quickly pressed together his mouth to conceal it and to keep a straight face as she tore out his spines, his innards following.
It brought on a sensation of pain and then…sickness. It felt like everything had been suddenly and violently jumbled within him. He had been utterly unharmed however, but the nauseating sensation through him for a loop larger than he had ever been thrown for one before. His knees shook like jello and he dropped to a single knee as a sign of submission. It was extraordinarily hard to hide the sickness he felt and he desperately wanted to empty the contents of his stomach onto the floor but he restrained himself. His eyes remained locked on hers.
His eyes widened if only slightly as her voice dropped low and she spoke. The feeling got worse.
“Yes…” He answered as he composed himself. He knew well that she did not forgive. “I will see to it that it will never happen again.” He managed the semblance of a gentle smile. “…Your words are clear as a bell. I…should have remembered Apollo better. It was my short coming. I understand.”
Post by Daichi Hamamoto on Mar 13, 2013 22:41:54 GMT -5
“Tah, tah Mi’lady. See you at our next meeting.” He nodded at her curtsey and then struggled to stand. He knew just how easily he had gotten off. This was a gift, LeBlanc was within her rights to smite him and he had avoided it through his own sincere action. She faded from view, disappearing. It was likely her eyes and ears were still there. He shakily stood and made his way off the premises, keeping his composure as professional and proper as possible.
Outside, he promptly teleported halfway across Noxus. With a flicker of yellow light he appeared in an alleyway. Dizzy and unable to contain himself anymore he dropped to both his knees and emptied the content of his stomach all across the concrete and dirty ground. Once, twice, thrice and his body shuddered with a wave of revulsion as he looked at the spilled contents of his stomach. He felt more ill than he had before. A few deep breaths later he regained his posture, almost certain that she was watching him squirm more now.
“No more missteps.” He commented beneath his breath.
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