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Post by Admin on Jun 20, 2018 18:53:40 GMT -6
"The Master" Issac Combes
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Ophelia "Widow" Blaque Roleplay Limit: 2 Roleplay Deadline: Wednesday, June 27, 2018 @ 2AM Central Time |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2018 22:53:27 GMT -6
††† Parental and NSFW Advisory †††
††† Scenes will contain Violence of a graphic nature, Foul Language and Adult Content. †††
††† You've been warned. †††
-- Present --
“...So we’re really going to do this?”
She sat straddled across her husband’s hips. A look of pure excitement in those black painted eyes of hers.
“This is going to be fun.”
-- Past --
“Do you have the target in sight?”
She frowned as she heard the communication come through. She inhaled deeply and muttered softly.
“Do any of you know what ‘radio silence’ means? Shut the fuck up so I can do my job.”
She made a mental note to never take a job from these people again. No matter what they were offering. She also made a mental note to inform The Company of the buyer’s practices during jobs.
She shifted herself so that she was now looking back through the scope on her gun. Tracking her target. She wanted to wait until the perfect opportunity presented itself before she completed the job.
“We ask again.. Do you have the target in sight?”
She frowned as they came across the comms again.
“Confirm, operative.”
She reached up and pulled out her earpiece and let it hang down from her neck. She then blew and popped a bubble from the gum she was chewing before looking back through the scope once more.
“That’s it. Go on inside.”
She said to no one in particular as she went back to tracking the target once again. When her target made their way to where she wanted them to be, she took the shot.
Once the shot was taken and she confirmed that the target was eliminated, she moved quick. Breaking down her gun and replacing the earpiece.
“Target eliminated.”
Was all she said as she finished breaking down and packing everything up.
It took less than thirty seconds for her to be walking out of the building she had taken up residence in. She stood there a moment looking around and then as she turned to walk down the alley, she pulled up the hood of the black hoodie she was wearing and slung her bag across her back.
“God dammit! Why did you go radio silent!?”
Came the angry voice over her comms. She smirked.
“Tell your boss that the job is done. That’s all you need to know. I expect payment.”
Then she finally pulled the earpiece out and threw it aside.
Two days later at The Hotel, she was sitting in her room watching some movie on the television. She couldn’t even tell you what it was as she wasn’t really paying attention. She was perched on the edge of her bed on her netbook.
She was going through looking at something, making a face with this one or that. Every so often she tilted her head back and forth in that “so/so” motion. And then she found it. Nodding, she pressed a button to confirm her selection.
It was right about that time the phone in her room rang.
“Miss Blaque. You have a message at the front desk.”
She didn’t say anything when she answered nor again when she hung up. She simply pulled her shoes on, grabbed her phone and netbook and headed down to the front desk.
Once there, the desk clerk handed her a key. The key, to some, would be nondescript but gold in color. She palmed the key and nodded to the gentleman. Only to turn and head out of The Hotel as she tucked her netbook into the messenger bag that was slung across her upper torso.
Once outside, she paused long enough to pull the hood of her hoodie up over her head, put her sunglasses on and earbuds in her ears. Once she was all settled to head off, she pressed a button on her watch and music began to play through the earbuds.
She then turned and headed down the street as Slipknot’s “The Devil In I” began. Sure, she would have driven to her destination, but what fun was that? She preferred to walk. Well, she preferred to take the subway and then walk to her destination from there.
Downtown New York. A mecca of business skyscrapers and hot dog vendors. Tourists and business men and women crowded the streets all around her as they moved like cockroaches hither and thither.
Once she reached the building she was needing, she headed inside. As she started towards the elevators, she was stopped by security.
“Miss, you need to remove your glasses and hood.”
She stopped a moment and didn’t move. Not even to look at the man who placed his hand on her shoulder. She waited a moment to see if the man was going to remove his hand but before she could say, or do, anything, the elevator doors opened. She shrugged the hand off and started to enter the elevator car.
When the man went to reach for her again, all she did was turn to look at him, lowered her glasses and revealed her solid black eyes to him. The man pulled his hand back and gasped in fear.
And as the elevator doors closed, the right corner of her lips lifted up in a twisted grin.
-- Present --
“..So, that’s how we can do to help Alix.”
Jackie “Bandit” Layton laid out her plan for all of them. Each of them had listened as she, brilliantly, told them all her plan.
“This way, we can help our friend and she doesn’t have to worry about anyone coming in and accusing her of being locked in with criminals.”
Ophelia “Widow” Blaque-Donnely looked at her sister Shieldmaiden and, for the first time in ever, she wanted to actually cry.
Alix was one, if not the, oldest friend she had. And the fact that all of her sisters were coming together to figure out how to get Alix the opportunity to live her dream by opening another shop in New York, had her eyes moistening.
“...Thank you, Jackie…”
She said as she looked over to the bright, bubbly blonde. She stood up, walked around the table and hugged her tightly.
“You have no idea how much this means to me.”
Case File: NO06.26-01 Open
“‘The Master’ Issac Combes.”
His name said in the darkness that was the screen.
“You are one big bastard, I’ll give you that. But, I bet you’re thinking you’re going to use your size against lil ole’ me. And in a perfect world, you could. Hell, you probably would, too.”
“But see, we’re not living in a perfect world. Are we, Issac? No, the world we live in is imperfect and flawed. Just like Man is flawed. Just like Woman is flawed. But that is the talk of your Christian God, isn’t it? How Woman is flawed because we ate of the Fruit of Knowledge.”
“But you see, Issac, that isn’t the truth of My Lord.”
With that, the screen comes to life. Appearing on the screen dressed in an all black robe, was Ophelia. Otherwise known as “Widow”. Illuminated behind her was an inverted cross. Satan’s middle finger to his Father, God.
“According to your own Book of Faith, the Bible, Eve was the first woman. And Eve bit into the Fruit of Knowledge and hence, she and Adam were kicked out of the Garden of Eden. But you see, Issac, there was a woman that came before Eve. A woman who refused to be subservient to Adam. A woman who demand she stand beside him as his equal.”
“This woman was Lilith.”
To the left and right of the inverted cross laid two women on separate alters. Both women were chained, wrists and ankles, to the alters. Both women were naked and writhing. One seemed to be whimpering. The other outright crying.
“Lilith refused to be dominated by her husband. She refused to be at his beck and call. She refused to serve him as he demanded. She had the right to stand up, and stand against, the expected inequality that Man was her better simply because she was Woman.”
“So, when Adam complained to God, God cast Lilith out. Branding her as ‘Evil’ and striking her name from Heaven’s records. And then he begat Adam a new wife, born of his own rib.”
“While at the same time, Lucifer was seeking the woman who was cast out of Eden for simply being as strong as Adam. And many things are speculated to have happened between the two.”
“Some believe that she demanded retribution for God casting her out of Paradise by the temptation of Eve. And if this were the case, her plan was executed flawlessly. Some also believe that she is the mother of all things evil.”
“Demons, deviants and all manner of dark and things that go ‘bump’ in the night.”
She turned and walked over to a third alter. This alter had on it a painted pentagram. Along with a chalice made of pure silver and filled with a dark liquid. To the right of the chalice laid a dagger. It was this that she picked up. She also picked up the chalice and walked over to the first woman. The woman on the left.
She dipped the tip of the dagger into the chalice and began to chant softly. She drew symbols all over the woman’s body and then turned to head over to the other woman.
“What I’m trying to say here, Issac, is that I am Lilith. And you? You are a perceived version of God. Meaning, you are this huge imposing figure and I am a woman who is facing God and demanding Vengeance.”
She repeated the same chant and gestures to the second woman. When she moved back to the altar, she placed the chalice down and reached for a second dagger. Only to turn and hand it to a black robed figure who emerged from the dark.
They both moved to stand behind each of the women.
“I will bring you low, Issac. I will do what few others have been able to do. I will best God.”
She and the other robed figure raised the two daggers up above their heads and both spoke out in unison.
“Salute, o Satana
O ribellione,
O forza vindice
De la ragione!
Sacri a te salgano
Gl’incensi e ii voti!
Hai vinto il Geova
De ii sacerdoti.”
Case File: NO06.26-01 Closed |
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Post by Deleted on Jun 26, 2018 23:11:59 GMT -6
Issac sat seemingly at odds with himself as he had pencil and paper in his hand. The camera begins panning about him before he looks up, "Ah there you are, sorry I wasn't really ready earlier, still don't know if I am. You guys are something of a enigma, and all that robes and shit, yeah i think I knew a few back in high school like you. Anyways I got some fancy words for ya too, though mine aren't in some Wicca speak or whatever that was." He clears his throat.
"The Itsy Bitsy Spider, had herself a title bout. She made her way into the ring, prepared to fight it out. Down came The Master's Palm, to lay the spider flat. And there she stayed upon her back, driven to the mat."
"So what do you think?" He asked to the camera before frowning and tossing the notebook away, "Yeah not what I'm about that's for sure. The brass tacks of it is I don't care what hoodoo or voodoo you do. I'm already one of the biggest stars here, and I'm not gonna cow to some Elvira cosplay. I will thank you however for being the first lady to fight me solo though, it's at least gonna be pleasing on the eyes while we fight. Once we get to the ring we'll see what you can conjure, if you can stand against raw power with your black arts, cause if I were a betting man I'd believe in what I can see and what I see are 18 whole inches and some 100+ pounds you don't got on you standing in your way. Lets make it a good show though, and don't worry about the mark messing up your color coordination, black goes with everything."
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