Salvatrix (saviourtonone) wrote in light_of_may, @ 2011-12-03 02:11:00 |
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Entry tags: | #solo, 2009-08-27, salvatrix |
all she does is hate you
Who: Salvatrix (& familiar NPCed)
Where: Ad Gustum
When: Night
Warning!: Demon slave manager/suggested violence
“Stop thrashing, I haven’t even started.”
Oh, but she did hate being the only person available to deal with early clients. It simply was not natural to be prowling the dungeons this early during business hours and not only have them be so quiet but to be expected to, well, do something about it. Just because that hour’s slot in that dungeon – in nearly all the dungeons, actually – happened to be free, it gave no one the right to actually use it. Not when only Salvatrix was available to make sure everything was… what had he said? Ah, up to par. These rooms with their restraints and other paraphernalia: did he think they were affectionately known as the dungeons because, and only because, they were underground? Did he think those screams were actually some kind of quaint album of appropriate background noise to create the right ambience and set the tone? Next he would be commenting on how very authentic the blood-stained floors looked. She just found herself wondering if they had been cleaned the night before.
“If you swing around like that again those chains up there will lock, you’ll get stuck and your shoulder will probably dislocate,” the demon said flatly before pausing in her efforts with the ceiling restraints to lean closer to the girl’s ear with a smirk. “And if you break yourself before his party has started I will just stall him, send you straight to the healer, grant his lordship extra time and then drag you back again. Are you hearing me? Yes? Good.” The girl was a mute. Rather like that angelic thing that had upped and left, only this one had had her tongue cut out so there was no point whatsoever in waiting for her to respond. It did mean that one really could put words into her mouth, though. At least the petite blonde had tried to use a voice that had been all but cut out of her. “Because he has taken quite a shine to those strawberry-blonde curls of yours and don’t think I will be doing a thing to dissuade him.”
Why would she? He was a paying customer.
“You might want to come and see this,” rattled off someone who, in her opinion, probably ought to have knocked before opening the door to a room he knew to be in use. The note of unsettled intrigue was the only reason Salvatrix deigned to acknowledge he was there, her tail beckoning for him to come closer. She wasn’t carrying on a conversation from right across the room. Not when she was, for some reason, expected to pay attention to which particular ‘instrument of torture’ the client wished to use. Really, if she heard him use that phrase one more time she would tear his spine from the base of his skull. Her head turned to one side a little to hear what the latest addition to the room had to say. Her eyes did not bother taking in the expression on his face until he failed to act on his cue and actually speak. Yes, she had thought the way the client wanted his toy restrained was a little unorthodox as well – especially given how little he clearly knew about what he was actually doing – but to each their own. Personally, Salvatrix though that simplicity was the best way to—Ah, no, he was more concerned by her mouth. Well, she supposed it must look a little disconcerting. It had sealed her lips shut. Her tongue was also stuck to the roof of her mouth, but since she couldn’t make a single noise either way, that was a rather redundant detail.
“Stop gawping. She was making strange noises and it was getting on my last nerve. I thought you told me she was mute.” She whirled on their client. “Damage her vocal cords and you will be paying for it in kind, sweetheart. And put that down; did you want to inflict pain or beat the flesh from her bones?” In the name of all things unholy, holy and in between, she was better at this and she wasn’t the one who genuinely got off on it. She just thought it was funny.
The vampire held onto the hefty instrument somewhat defiantly. Salvatrix would almost have found it adorable if it wasn’t so irritating. “But I wanted—”
“—To flay her. Yes, I know, but you don’t have the skill. Now put that down,” a clawed finger pointed straight at where the other whips lay, daring him to refuse, “and I’ll show you what you really want to use in the meantime.” Lifting the normal whip that far too many turned their noses up at, she snapped her fingers at her nervous underling until he passed her the box of accessories. Again, simplicity was best. Just a few hooks fixed the right way, that was all that was necessary. Actually, the whip alone was all that was necessary, but since this one was utterly incompetent…
“I—Salvatrix, I really do think you need to see—”
She was just going to ignore that he had seen fit to use her name, instead handing the modified whip over to an idiot who had taken to looking at it as though she had just crafted the holy grail. Which, again, showed just how much he knew. But the fact the hooks were probably silver tickled her. Let the clueless vampire have fun with his slightly insane slave and allergies. She had other things to deal with. Like clueless staff and… What was it he had wanted? Setting her hand on the boy’s shoulder she steered him out of the room and locked the door behind them. “Now – what was it I needed to see?”
Before she even asked Salvatrix knew that she probably didn’t really want to know the answer. In rather the same way she didn’t really want those angelic air elementals to come back to Ad Gustum to stay as they had been before. Oh, that one, that – what was her name? Aetheria – had been fun to play with for the duration of that conversation and might have been for maybe a few more, but after that the demon knew she would have only wanted to break the girl’s fingers so she couldn’t utilise that pen and paper she carried around.
‘Opening up those vocal cords again couldn’t hurt.’
She had had that thought before, it was hardly original. Now, the tone in which it had been thought – the voice, even – was rather more original. To the point of having no place in her head. Which was both interesting and… potentially disconcerting, thus filed under ‘to be ignored’. The sister, though, just to go back to those angelics – she was a little disappointed she did not get to meet the other one. Twins were always entertaining. One who could no longer speak while the other was blind. Now, the blind girl… That? That, she could have a lot of fun with. Sensory deprivation was just charming when done right, and that one had already been deprived her whole life. What wasn’t fun was being dragged upstairs and outside for what she saw to be no good reason.
‘Worth it just for the looks on their faces.’
If this little trip involved a telepath with a sense of humour that was probably going to get them killed if they kept that up, Salvatrix would not be impressed.
“It’s over there,” her anxious guide said in something of a stage whisper, waving one hand hesitantly towards the shadows.
“And what are you going to do about ‘it’?” Other than perhaps release the dogs, since ‘it’ was trespassing. Did Ad Gustum actually have security dogs or was that simply rather wishful thinking? Regardless, she was there – mostly against her will – and staring at shadows thicker than a lobotomised air elemental with a member of staff who fit more or less the same description. “You realise I have work to do. As do you.” The second part was said with enough of an edge to make the boy lean away a touch.
“Well—”
“Spit it out.”
He gave her an almost mournful look. The kind that confirmed any suspicions she might have had that she was not going to like this. “It asked for you.”
To his credit he ducked his head as she shot him a disbelieving glare that would have shattered her mirror before proceeding to run off to continue with the work he should have been doing in the first place. Better. However, she did not like that the few others who had been dotted around like tourists had taken his cue to follow, leaving her to deal with whatever this was on her own.
‘Becoming a theme today, mm?’
Salvatrix’s eyes flashed slitted and electric blue as her weight shifted and her tail twitched in irritation. Now, she could have gone into the shadows as was clearly intended, but she really did not like the idea of playing along with someone else’s ridiculous little game. Most especially when bits and pieces seemed to be taking part inside her own head. There was nothing wrong with a demon gone mad – insanity was a sin in and of itself – but she had not joined those ranks and did not wish to. So she wanted to know what in the name of Lucifer, if one truly believed, was going on. Chin tilting up, she regarded the building. Her telekinesis interfered with the security lights, which would probably annoy Ancilla enough, but repositioning one of them would probably put her back in the woman’s bad books. Assuming she had ever left them. If she broke it, well... She would find an unfortunate soul willing enough to pay for the damage. In the meantime, she examined her talons while she waited for the shadows to move aside. The result was not what she expected. My, my…
‘Let me in. I’m tired, I’m hungry and it’s getting cold.’ The alligator watched her almost expectantly – something she found faintly interesting, since it had no facial expressions. ‘Magic word’s ‘now’.’
How sweet. Briefly she wondered if there were any shepherds in town. It was enough to nudge the creature to start moving back the way she had come. Could it hear everything she was thinking? ‘Yes.’ Oh joy. She didn’t recall having said she required a familiar. Actually, she rather considered them to be liabilities. At least this one was a— ‘My name is Cassius. Use it.’ At least Cassius was an alligator and able to fend for himself rather than something pathetic like a bug. What had the siren had? Besides blood loss and broken bones, though that had been quite enough to entertain her.
Somewhere in her head, her familiar’s growling rasp turned into a deep laugh with much the same sound to it. ‘So can I meet the slaves?’
“When you’re less likely to eat them.” And when she was less likely to try feeding them to him just to see what happened. First she had to figure out how to fit him through most of the doorways.