[It's quickly becoming apparent that whatever the thing in their midst is, it's probably not human. There's no doubt that it's wounded; the clothes lie in tatters around the place where Alucard's sword had pierced its gut, and one side of its face is charred and warped nearly beyond repair thanks to Sypha's flames. Yet there's no change in its stance; there's no indication that it's even felt the blows dealt upon it.
The one notable thing it does display is the fact that when it does move, the motions are jerky and stilted, a bit like a clockwork puppet gone a little wrong.]
I'll be very simple, gents. You can give me the Speaker, or I can kill the Speaker. Knowing what you do of my...talents, I'm sure you can see it matters much more to you than it does to me, which of those options we pursue.
[Necromancer humor.]
Now, I suppose you're thinking to yourselves, why not just kill me, quick as a wink? It's a good thought. But you've tried that already, and I'm still here. So I don't think you'll manage to do it before I get my own shot off, as it were.
[He shrugs a little, one hand making a slight motion of his fingers; as if for emphasis, the band of shadow around Sypha's mouth starts to tighten, pushing against her lips until she's forced to part them, unable to prevent it from locking around her jaw, instead.
It's hard to gauge, just from looking at it, how tight an amorphous mass of darkness is actually gripping. The way that Sypha quickly starts to thrash and make strangled noises while trying to bite down on the shadow gag in her mouth, on the other hand, is a fairly reliable indicator.]
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[It's quickly becoming apparent that whatever the thing in their midst is, it's probably not human. There's no doubt that it's wounded; the clothes lie in tatters around the place where Alucard's sword had pierced its gut, and one side of its face is charred and warped nearly beyond repair thanks to Sypha's flames. Yet there's no change in its stance; there's no indication that it's even felt the blows dealt upon it.
The one notable thing it does display is the fact that when it does move, the motions are jerky and stilted, a bit like a clockwork puppet gone a little wrong.]
I'll be very simple, gents. You can give me the Speaker, or I can kill the Speaker. Knowing what you do of my...talents, I'm sure you can see it matters much more to you than it does to me, which of those options we pursue.
[Necromancer humor.]
Now, I suppose you're thinking to yourselves, why not just kill me, quick as a wink? It's a good thought. But you've tried that already, and I'm still here. So I don't think you'll manage to do it before I get my own shot off, as it were.
[He shrugs a little, one hand making a slight motion of his fingers; as if for emphasis, the band of shadow around Sypha's mouth starts to tighten, pushing against her lips until she's forced to part them, unable to prevent it from locking around her jaw, instead.
It's hard to gauge, just from looking at it, how tight an amorphous mass of darkness is actually gripping. The way that Sypha quickly starts to thrash and make strangled noises while trying to bite down on the shadow gag in her mouth, on the other hand, is a fairly reliable indicator.]
So. What'll it be, lads?