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Aragorn (ranger_aragorn) wrote in mirage_rpg,
@ 2008-09-19 21:23:00

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aragorn, complete, day 16, giselle, kidnapping, wolverine

Who: Aragorn, Giselle at first then later Wolverine
What: Kidnapping of the King of Men and the beautiful Giselle
When: Morning
Where: Starting at the cafe
Rating: TBA
Status: complete

Aragorn and Legolas had spent most of the night and morning hours awake, talking, just staying close. They knew they would need their rest, so Aragorn dozed off in the arms of the elf, while Legolas fell into the waking reverie of his people, that was close to sleep and yet very different. Aragorn had never understood it, being a human. But, suddenly, Aragorn had awoken with a jolt, sweat covered his body and his breathing was harsh.

Something.. the feeling of dread and danger was so bad right now he felt like he was suffocating on it. He felt he couldn't breathe. Silently, quickly he moved from the bed and let the Elf continue in his rest. Though he could tell the thoughts of the elf were dark, troubled. And he didn't really want to leave him, but he couldn't stay in bed any longer.

Focus, he told himself as he looked at Legolas. He was so close to doing something he should not. And he was shaking needing to breathe, needing to clear his head, free his mind so he could focus. So he decided to go for a walk. Maybe get breakfast and even bring some to the Elf. He left quietly, planning to get back quickly. Not wanting to be apart just in case.

He found his way to a small place with food, a cafe. Not that he knew what it was and as he walked in he looked at the array of food and didn't know what it was. He frowned, pursing his lips quite confused. What was a scone?

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berserker_rage
2008-09-30 10:51 pm UTC (link)

Wolverine watched from the shadows as the Lizardmen charged. They were formidable, but even as his sharp eyes watched Aragorn he could see that Dahak had been right, the man had considerable skill with the blade. Had it just been the Lizardmen attacking the pair, he had no doubts that Aragorn would have been able to dispatch the Lizardmen rather easily. What added to the complication of things was the fact that it was clear while the man preferred peace, he was, deep down a killer, like Wolverine. Perhaps having more honor in it, but Wolverine could see in the man's fighting style where killing blows would easily have followed up his moves... but then, on this world, would killing one of the Lizardmen count as violating the one rule. He could see a bit of uncertainty in Aragorn's movements, which made for an interesting fight. He lurked a while longer to watch.

The Lizardmen played their parts well, coming up to Aragorn with swiftness. However, as they swung, their moves were clumsy, unpolished. They knew HOW to use the blades, of course, but they were a far cry from what any man or Elf would consider a master at the craft. They were simply brutes, little better than goblins, when it got right down to it. Aragorn would probably realize in the first few moments of battle that there was little for him to fear from them, with the exception that he would need to be extra cautious if he was not going to kill one of them, for they seemed to have little qualms about trying to slice and dice him...

Having seen enough, Logan rose slowly and calmly walked out, making sure to stay out of Aragorn's peripheral vision as he approached Giselle. The young woman appeared not to know that something was wrong, which was good, but the keen senses of Aragorn might alert him to something being amiss, and though Wolverine was confident that he could easily clear the distance quicker than the ranger could, Dahak had ordered him not to take chances. He would play this one by the book, even though secretly a part of him wanted to stick the girl right then and there and see what sort of a frenzied rage it would drive the ranger into. Yes, the two of them could have a glorious battle, and Wolverine bristled a little at the lost opportunity there. Perhaps he would untie the ranger later for sport...

He heard Giselle's cry and did his best to look concerned running up to her, placing what would seem to be a comforting hand on her back as he turned and looked at the Lizardmen attacking Aragorn. Without warning, however, the mutant's hand shot up and grabbed Giselle roughly by the hair. She would feel it tug back, forcing her to look skyward and hear the sound of flesh ripping and tearing as three metalic claws shot out from his other hand, and quickly came up against her throat. She would be able to feel from the light brushing of them that they were razor sharp, and if she moved so much as an inch she would likely slit her own throat. Wolverine grinned and whispered to her. "I wouldn't go makin any sudden moves, Darlin, or else you'll get a second, more permanent smile..."

He motioned to the Lizardmen then, and Aragorn would find them suddenly leaping back out of his sword's radius, stepping backwards as if something worse were behind him. Wolverine let out a sharp whistle to get the ranger's attention. "Hey." he said flatly. "King of Men. Drop the blade, or see what mine do to her throat... it's your call, bub..."

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ranger_aragorn
2008-10-04 12:43 pm UTC (link)

Though Aragorn was praised back home for being patient, kind and rational, deep down inside he was a killer. Through honor and Valor, yes, but still a killer non the less. Though he never killed for sport and it surprised him that he had enough patience and honor left being in a new world where none of that actually mattered. He battled with these creatures, knowing with one twit of his wrist, knowing that with one flick of his arm, he could kill the creatures just as he had countless Orc's and Orici.

Was it because he knew without turning that Giselle was still there watching him battle and know that she didn't need to see him kill these awful things? Or was it because deep down inside Aragorn's sense of danger had not went away but only heightened and gotten worse as he engaged in a well danced, yet still messy battle with the Liazrdmen. They knew how to swing the blades, but they had never mastered the skill to own their blades. It gave Aragorn the advantage.

Did the Ranger know that in fact that these creatures were just a ploy, a diversion from the master plan? From the real danger? He was keenly aware of Giselle screaming for help, watching helplessly. Aragorn had been about to give into that killer instinct when the lizardmen backed off as if commanded by a higher Master. Then that whistle had the Ranger spinning on his heels, his sword coming up to prepare for another battle. Until he saw Giselle, in the trap of the other man. And some rather odd claws were at her throat.

He was an honorable man so the moment he noticed the real danger the young woman was in, and thinking if he only listened then she would be okay, Aragorn let his arm fall, the sword resting at his side. His attachment to his sword, the fact he never let it out of his sight, never been without it stopped him from letting the precious metal fall to the ground. But he did bow his head, conceding for her sake.

"My sword rests, sir. Let the young woman go. We ask for no trouble." He spoke calmly, regally. Used to men following his command if he but ask. He had no way of knowing what sinister plan Logan had in mind. That there was a larger plan here. And suddenly, Aragorn felt this surge, this longing to have Legolas by his side, facing this danger just as they always had. Side by side, sword and bow working together in perfect unity. His guard dropped, the sword wavered in his grasp as his mind wandered to the Elf.

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keoughr
2008-10-06 11:52 am UTC (link)

As Logan's hand went to her back she felt relief for a moment. But it was short lived. Her hair was grasped and yanked roughly back, forcing her face skyward and yelp from her lips. Her hands reached back to fumble against the hand holding her hair in such a painful manner. "Ow! Please that hurts!" But before she could utter another word, there were pinpricks of metal against her throat. Slanting her eyes downward she could see the razor sharp blades protruding from Wolverine's hand and she gasped.

The involuntary sound, and the swallowing that occured afterward caused the blades to nick her skin and she held very still to avoid any further damage. She could see Aragorn fighting the lizardmen before they simply stopped fighting and stepped back. Aragorn turned and she felt an overwhelming sense of shame wash over her. She had led him blindly into a trap. Unwitting as it had been, she still felt responsible.

She would not cry! But, oh how she wanted to! How had this happened, why had this happened? Who was she to this man? She'd never met him before and she was sure she'd not done anything to anger him. Why was the Planet allowing this to happen? Where were the golems? A thousand thoughts raced through her mind and all the while, Wolverine had his dangerous blades up against her throat.

She heard the Ranger speak to Logan and hope surged through her for a moment at the thought that her captor might let her go. But it was just as quickly deflated. She knew that she was the bait in order to capture Aragorn. She would have sagged in defeat, but knew that if she made any sort of move, she'd cut her own throat. A tear, unbidden, leaked out of the corner of her tightly closed eyes.

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