forum The Andromeda (Pirate RP//closed)

Started April 11, 2018 by Deleted user

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Cicada walked around the deck. She still didn't understand the storm she sensed. Cicada decided to try the town to see if anything interesting was going on there. She took to the roofs running across them as if she owned Anjou.

Aaron stepped back, taken by surprise, but only momentarily. As Morrigan began to make a run for it, he cast aside his gun, drew a long, wickedly sharp dagger from his belt, and yanked her towards him by her injured arm, pinning her against his side and splaying a hand across her chest with a wicked grin just to show his dominance over her. Morrigan opened her mouth to cry out in pain, sling falling off her arm, but her father quickly brought his knife to her throat. “Hello again, Morrigan.”

"You're normally so good at keeping this in, why do you need to think about it now?" Ryan grumbled to himself. "It doesn't help to think about the past. It only makes you more vulnerable…"

Cicada saw Morrigan get pinned by someone. She decided not to interfere, yet.

“I swear to god, you bastard, I will beat the shit out of you if you don’t release her right now,” Lucian said, a slight growl in his tone as he gripped the scalpel tightly.

Lucian was taking action? Cicada looked down at the man maybe she should interfere.

Morrigan shook her head at him frantically, pain and terror etched in her face as Aaron laughed, his one hand traveling down her body while the other pressed the knife a bit harder against her throat. “I was a war general, boy, you can’t take me. Also, this is my daughter! I think I can do as I please with her.” Morrigan mouthed at Lucian to run, her injured arm beginning to bleed again, but her father noticed and flicked his dagger up, opening a gash in her cheek.

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( OML A KAM KAM! We should draw the whole crew. . . that'd be awesome. )

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Lucian shook his head at Morrigan’s demands, staying where he was. “War General, huh? I don’t believe it. You want to prove that to me, old man?” He hissed sharply, doing his best to advert the situation away from Morrigan.

Aaron laughed again, groping at his daughter while she held her breath, wincing. “Take a single step towards me and her head flies off her shoulders.”

Lucian’s jaw clenched as he considered his options. If he couldn’t get close to the man, what the hell could he do to help? He glanced around, hoping that the crew had gotten suspicious about how long they were gone.

“I’ll be going then.” Aaron flashed a wicked grin. “I need to….. chat with my daughter.”

“You’re not going anywhere,” Lucian hissed, his grip adjusting on the scalpel as an idea lit up in his mind.

Aaron slid one hand up and wrapped it around Morrigan’s neck, squeezing tight. She gasped for air, eyes widening. “Are you sure about that?”

(Now would be a great time for someone to jump in and help Lmao)

Lucian shifted free his hand through his back pocket slightly, doing his best to get open the morphine bottle and stick a syringe in. He only took his hand out of his pocket to raise them in the air. “Alright, Just- If youre going to do it, strangulation is obviously not the way to go. Too much struggling, believe me. No, I have a painful idea,” he rambled on, hoping that Morrigan would know that he didn’t mean a bit of what he was saying.

Aaron narrowed his eyes, suspicious, while Morrigan caught on immediately, her face beginning to turn blue from lack of oxygen. “Continue.”

“Any real general would know that something like oxygen, or possibly morphine, would cause a horrific death. I’m a doctor, I’ve seen it many before. Can cuase bubbles in the bloodstream, and let’s just say that it’s not too fun when they burst in the heart area,” Lucian explained easily, posture relaxed.

Aaron was smart, but knew nothing about medical supplies or procedures. He relaxed his grip on his daughters neck slightly, allowing her to take in a tiny gulp of air. The blood from her arm pooled on the ground. “How do I know this isn’t a trick?”

Lucian had his normal, professional expression on his face. “Does it seriously look like I’m joking? It’s not worth my time getting killed by a maniac. I have the ingredients on me now, that’s what I came here for in the first place.”