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"Sir, are you here sir?!" The muffled cries of what sounded like a frantic young man rumbled faintly through the walls. Stirred awake by the noise, Aizahk unleashed a thunderous yawn as he awoke, squinting his eyes tightly as they filled with the golden luster of Eriadu's sun. Staring up at the ceiling, he sneered at the adolescent voice, whose bellows had stirred him from his slumber. He sincerely hoped that the boy would reveal himself, if not only so that he could give him a clip across the ear and put an end to his yapping.
Though the voice persisted outside, Aizahk chose to pay them no mind for now. Instead, he clutched at the back of his head. It hurt slightly. "Eurgh..." He groaned, as he peered around his hotel room. It was trashed. Almost as though a grenade had been thrown through the window. Bottles, clothes and a plethora of other mess lay strewn across the floor, obscuring the carpet below with clutter. Dressers were tipped, and closet doors were broken and ajar. "Gods..." He muttered. What on earth had he done? He was sure that he'd been drinking reasonably the night before. Certainly not to the extent that he'd have blacked out.
Whilst pondering the events of the night before, Aizahk noticed a strange sensation run up the inside of his leg. A hand. Leaping up with a start, he shot into full alert, before careening off of the side of the bed. "Argh!" Snickering as he recomposing himself, Aizahk crept back up to his feet and pulled the duvet cover back. A young woman, sprawled face-down across the mattress, bare naked. "Who the hell?" He was shocked. Looking down at the woman he found himself a little worried by the fact that, despite a grown man hitting the floor mere meters away, she barely stirred.
Aizahk leaned in a little closer, to check that she was breathing alright. She seemed okay, for now. Though, hoping that it would eliminate the potential for any issue to arise, he rolled the woman onto her back. She was beautiful. Incredibly so. Slender and shapely, with sun-kissed skin, and a long mass of dark curls, that reached down to her back. "I've done well there..." He chuckled aloud.
After fumbling around the depths of his mind for a moment, something vague came back to him. He remembered the woman approaching him the night before, at a flashy lounge bar. How she'd stared at him from across the bar almost the entire time, before she did. How at first she seemed arrogant and pompous, but then they suddenly clicked. He even danced! And, although he remembered bringing her home, along with a few other partygoers, he remembered very little besides the opening minutes of their... liaison. Lamenting this fact, he sighed wistfully and supposed that he ought to start preparing himself for the day ahead. Not to mention the fact that he'd have to try and explain the state of his room to the front desk.
Heading out into the lounge, with his clothes under his arm, Aizahk saw it was in a similar state to the bedroom. "Damn..." About four others lay slumped on the sofas and lying across the floor. Ignoring them for the time being, Aizahk simply headed for the bathroom and into the shower. Outside, it appeared the cries of the young man had grown more intense. "Where is he?! I want every room searched!" His voice even managed to penetrate through the torrent of water that beat against the shower floor. Aizahk furrowed his brow. Who could he possibly be looking for?
Finished, Aizahk donned a pair of trousers and a shirt, before stepping back into the lounge. Meanwhile, the thunder of footsteps grew ever louder outside. And, at this point, they had come worryingly near to Aizahk's door. Though, just as Aizahk was about to inspect the situation, a hellish shriek pierced the air. "What's going on?!" Rushing into the bedroom, Aizahk whipped his saber, Astra, out from his belt. Surveying the room, he was taken aback by the sight before him. The raven-haired woman was backed into the corner, sat clutching her knees, and, just behind the closet door, was the corpse of an middle-aged man, with a dread-stricken visage. And, across his chest, was a deep laceration. Though what was most troubling was the fact that the wound was entirely cauterized.
Bewildered, Aizahk sheathed his saber and dashed toward the woman. Though, to his further surprise, the woman lurched away and screamed again. "Get away from me!" She howled, sobbing.
"What was that?!" Another voice called from outside this time, likely modulated by some sort of helmet, before the front door of the hotel room flew from its hinges. "In here!"
Soldiers rushed into the room, swiftly wading through the trash and sleeping drunks, and into the bedroom. "Put the weapon down!" They pointed their rifles at Aizahk, who brandished his saber once again, before the source of the original voice waltzed onto the scene, pushing past the soldiers. Likely in his mid to late teens, he was pale, gaunt, clean cut, and dressed in extravagant garb. He looked distraught.
"Oh no... no... NO!" The boy dropped to his knees beside the corpse, and howled at the air.
All of a sudden, Aizahk's previous bedfellow piped up again. "He did this!" The woman sobbed, shaking as she pointed an accusative finger at Aizahk. "Then he... he took me!"
Aizahk's eyes visibly widened with awe. What she was implying was ridiculous. There was no world, nay, universe, in which he would do such a thing. Was there? Though he doubted himself for a brief moment, Aizahk's face contorted into a defiant snarl. "Woah now, think about what you're saying. You and I both know that never happened. This woman is clearly hysterical." He asserted, attempting to remain as calm as humanly possible, despite the disgusting allegations being pitted against him. "How about we resolv-"
"Murderer! He has the gall to bear the murder weapon in front of our eyes, and yet still lie to our faces!" The young man screamed, caressing the dead man's hand. "Arrest him, immediately!"
"This is madness!" Deciding that attempting to convince them otherwise, Aizahk lunged forward, severing the soldiers rifles, before barging past them into the hallway.
"Do NOT let him escape!"
More troops to his left, as he exited the door, began running towards Aizahk. Raising his saber in their direction, he twisted his body sideways as he ran, in order to deflect their onslaught. A crossroads. Hopefully it would be there that Aizahk could start to lose his pursuers. However... -CLICK- A slew of weaponry filled the halls with clicking sounds. Flanking him at either side, Aizahk saw two formations. Three ranks deep, with each prepared to fire upon him. The men behind stopped and moved into a similar formation. "You're coming with us. Now drop your weapon." One called out. Aizahk wasn't stupid. He knew his options here were scarce. Risking anything in such a narrow, versus such a high number of opponents, was nigh on suicidal. So, he dropped his weapon, raised his hands, and knelt on the ground. "This is a mistake. I assure you..."
As Aizahk was being restrained, the young man from before, eyes bloodshot and teary, emerged from the crowd of soldiers. "No! It is you who has made a mistake! You will pay for this!"
Just as Aizahk lifted his head to respond once again, a sharp -THUD- struck him silent. "Filth... lock him away!" Groaning as his consciousness faded, Aizahk felt vice grips around his ankles and wrists, as he was slowly lifted away along the hotel corridor...
@Nor'baal
Though the voice persisted outside, Aizahk chose to pay them no mind for now. Instead, he clutched at the back of his head. It hurt slightly. "Eurgh..." He groaned, as he peered around his hotel room. It was trashed. Almost as though a grenade had been thrown through the window. Bottles, clothes and a plethora of other mess lay strewn across the floor, obscuring the carpet below with clutter. Dressers were tipped, and closet doors were broken and ajar. "Gods..." He muttered. What on earth had he done? He was sure that he'd been drinking reasonably the night before. Certainly not to the extent that he'd have blacked out.
Whilst pondering the events of the night before, Aizahk noticed a strange sensation run up the inside of his leg. A hand. Leaping up with a start, he shot into full alert, before careening off of the side of the bed. "Argh!" Snickering as he recomposing himself, Aizahk crept back up to his feet and pulled the duvet cover back. A young woman, sprawled face-down across the mattress, bare naked. "Who the hell?" He was shocked. Looking down at the woman he found himself a little worried by the fact that, despite a grown man hitting the floor mere meters away, she barely stirred.
Aizahk leaned in a little closer, to check that she was breathing alright. She seemed okay, for now. Though, hoping that it would eliminate the potential for any issue to arise, he rolled the woman onto her back. She was beautiful. Incredibly so. Slender and shapely, with sun-kissed skin, and a long mass of dark curls, that reached down to her back. "I've done well there..." He chuckled aloud.
After fumbling around the depths of his mind for a moment, something vague came back to him. He remembered the woman approaching him the night before, at a flashy lounge bar. How she'd stared at him from across the bar almost the entire time, before she did. How at first she seemed arrogant and pompous, but then they suddenly clicked. He even danced! And, although he remembered bringing her home, along with a few other partygoers, he remembered very little besides the opening minutes of their... liaison. Lamenting this fact, he sighed wistfully and supposed that he ought to start preparing himself for the day ahead. Not to mention the fact that he'd have to try and explain the state of his room to the front desk.
Heading out into the lounge, with his clothes under his arm, Aizahk saw it was in a similar state to the bedroom. "Damn..." About four others lay slumped on the sofas and lying across the floor. Ignoring them for the time being, Aizahk simply headed for the bathroom and into the shower. Outside, it appeared the cries of the young man had grown more intense. "Where is he?! I want every room searched!" His voice even managed to penetrate through the torrent of water that beat against the shower floor. Aizahk furrowed his brow. Who could he possibly be looking for?
Finished, Aizahk donned a pair of trousers and a shirt, before stepping back into the lounge. Meanwhile, the thunder of footsteps grew ever louder outside. And, at this point, they had come worryingly near to Aizahk's door. Though, just as Aizahk was about to inspect the situation, a hellish shriek pierced the air. "What's going on?!" Rushing into the bedroom, Aizahk whipped his saber, Astra, out from his belt. Surveying the room, he was taken aback by the sight before him. The raven-haired woman was backed into the corner, sat clutching her knees, and, just behind the closet door, was the corpse of an middle-aged man, with a dread-stricken visage. And, across his chest, was a deep laceration. Though what was most troubling was the fact that the wound was entirely cauterized.
Bewildered, Aizahk sheathed his saber and dashed toward the woman. Though, to his further surprise, the woman lurched away and screamed again. "Get away from me!" She howled, sobbing.
"What was that?!" Another voice called from outside this time, likely modulated by some sort of helmet, before the front door of the hotel room flew from its hinges. "In here!"
Soldiers rushed into the room, swiftly wading through the trash and sleeping drunks, and into the bedroom. "Put the weapon down!" They pointed their rifles at Aizahk, who brandished his saber once again, before the source of the original voice waltzed onto the scene, pushing past the soldiers. Likely in his mid to late teens, he was pale, gaunt, clean cut, and dressed in extravagant garb. He looked distraught.
"Oh no... no... NO!" The boy dropped to his knees beside the corpse, and howled at the air.
All of a sudden, Aizahk's previous bedfellow piped up again. "He did this!" The woman sobbed, shaking as she pointed an accusative finger at Aizahk. "Then he... he took me!"
Aizahk's eyes visibly widened with awe. What she was implying was ridiculous. There was no world, nay, universe, in which he would do such a thing. Was there? Though he doubted himself for a brief moment, Aizahk's face contorted into a defiant snarl. "Woah now, think about what you're saying. You and I both know that never happened. This woman is clearly hysterical." He asserted, attempting to remain as calm as humanly possible, despite the disgusting allegations being pitted against him. "How about we resolv-"
"Murderer! He has the gall to bear the murder weapon in front of our eyes, and yet still lie to our faces!" The young man screamed, caressing the dead man's hand. "Arrest him, immediately!"
"This is madness!" Deciding that attempting to convince them otherwise, Aizahk lunged forward, severing the soldiers rifles, before barging past them into the hallway.
"Do NOT let him escape!"
More troops to his left, as he exited the door, began running towards Aizahk. Raising his saber in their direction, he twisted his body sideways as he ran, in order to deflect their onslaught. A crossroads. Hopefully it would be there that Aizahk could start to lose his pursuers. However... -CLICK- A slew of weaponry filled the halls with clicking sounds. Flanking him at either side, Aizahk saw two formations. Three ranks deep, with each prepared to fire upon him. The men behind stopped and moved into a similar formation. "You're coming with us. Now drop your weapon." One called out. Aizahk wasn't stupid. He knew his options here were scarce. Risking anything in such a narrow, versus such a high number of opponents, was nigh on suicidal. So, he dropped his weapon, raised his hands, and knelt on the ground. "This is a mistake. I assure you..."
As Aizahk was being restrained, the young man from before, eyes bloodshot and teary, emerged from the crowd of soldiers. "No! It is you who has made a mistake! You will pay for this!"
Just as Aizahk lifted his head to respond once again, a sharp -THUD- struck him silent. "Filth... lock him away!" Groaning as his consciousness faded, Aizahk felt vice grips around his ankles and wrists, as he was slowly lifted away along the hotel corridor...
@Nor'baal
