@azad: Heron sighed , he was an Angel, not this. He placed the Dagger on a desk and moved to the man as he grabbed a seat and sat-down "Who are youuu?
@azad: Heron let out one of the biggest laughs he had ever done in his long life, one that even though this was a sound-proof room it would echo throughout the whole island, world even. He held his stomach unable to breath, He lifted his finger as he rested his head on his knees "You--" He burst out laughing again then looked up "You think you can talk like that, like you have some-king of authority" He laughed once AGAIN "Step-off youurr ladder and tell me who and whatt you are doing here" He chuckled once again.
"I am a prince you oaf!" he shouted once again.
Azad was too angry to answer Heron's questions and tried to use his gauntlet to cut the restraints - except that was taken off him. Azad wore that gauntlet for so long that it felt like his hand.
"Where's my gauntlet!?" Azad demanded.
Heron bit his lip, His whole face crumpled up as he nearly threw up with laughter. He put his hands by his side and breathed in and out to calm himself before giving out a large scream of joy and laughter at the man "AHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH" He then bit his lip and spoke cheerily "Prince? Only a prince?" He laughed and laughed.
Heron suddenly stopped as the spit hit him in the face, he took a tissue and wiped himself off, that was uncalled for. He grabbed the man's chair and smashed his face into the ground, He spoke "Who are you, Tell me or..." He lifted the chair up and walked towards the dagger, He put it under his foot "Or this breaks under 50 tons of pressure" He grinned. Heron...was drunk. He did not think the dagger would break...but he could make it go intangible and fall into the earths core.
The pain, the agonizing pain of the floor was certainly a wake-up call for Azad. He'd never felt a blow like that from any of his enemies His forehead started to bleed from the side and his teeth was also filled with blood. He spat on the floor and then laughed.
The oaf thought he could break the dagger of time?
"You oaf....the dagger was crafted by the gods. No human can break that."
@zaniel: His first reaction to the invitation was a smile,he knew someone would actually need his skills for something,but his happiness wouldn't last long.He remembered of his terrible history with teams.
"I'm afraid I'll have to refuse your offer,Zaniel...I'm a lone wolf myself." he lied "I don't work well with teams."
"Hey,Zaniel,why don't you give me some time to think.I mean,I'll go back to my country,Brazil,I have a new founded base there.Pass there in over a week and I'll have your answer.Just don't forget to say that I invited you..."
He waved,and walked out the door.
Kafziel heard a loud crash coming from the basement. He was curious now. What on earth was going on down there? He placed down the ancient mosaic he was trying to frame and walked briskly down to the basement. He tried to open the door, but it was locked. Instead of knocking, he placed his hands on the lock mechanism and heated it, causing it to melt and crumble. Kafziel pushed open the door.
What he saw then was something only dreams are made of. Heron was drunkenly giggling over a beaten and bruised man. This man was absolutely drenched in blood. He had no power either, how did he get in here?
"Heron, what are you doing here? and who is this inferior on the floor?"
@zaniel: Azad was now free from the restraints. The bad news was that he could barely move. Wood splinters were stuck on his back, and it felt like his ribs were on fire. Looking up, he saw another man addressing Azad as "an inferior"
Azad could do nothing but look at them.
"Pig blood, your imagination is getting better. Or is that the alcohol? As I tell Zaniel all the time, it is sometimes better to talk to someone than to drown them in pig blood. Let him go and i'll get him to talk."
@zaniel: @whitesgplayer: Azad felt so weak. His whole body felt weak and he could barely stand. The smell of the blood was starting to get worse and he felt sick. Seeing his gauntlet just by the table, Azad attempted to go towards it. Yet all he did was stumble.
"Heron, did this man bring anything magical into the building?"
Kafziel looked amazed at the dagger. It was sophisticated, magical and powerful. How would this inferior hold such a priceless artifact?
He looked at the man. "Boy, what are you doing here and why do you have this dagger? Such a powerful weapon does not simply fall into the hands of fools."
"Back then it is an issue of courtesy, what happened just then is restaurant policy. The one that reads 'If you cannot pay for the goods, you become the goods' and since we serve all sorts of meat this one is a no-brainer." Albert chops the cleaver in-between his own ribs, having the blade slipped in the gap that leads to his liver. His blood drips down towards his pants. "This time I will clean my own mess, be sure to expect more"
@azad: "As far as I'm concerned, Persian, you have stolen your way into our island and you are now a captive of our island. So any possession you own belongs to us. But you say this dagger was a prize, from whom? I believe there is more to you than meets the eye. Who are you really?"
@zaniel: Falling was never really a problem for Azad, especially when he had his gaunlet. But he didn't, and was free falling his way straight down. Azad curled up his body as a rather futile attempt to protect himself.
He then crashed onto the floor and was unconscious.
@azad: ( Now back to Zaniel )
The man dropped right in-front of Zaniel,He looked down surprised...The man was drenched in blood...what the? He looked up as Heron waved at him, He sighed. "HERON" He walked over, kicked the man in the head to wake him...nothing, he picked up, walking him to the medical bay.
2 HOURS LATER
Azad was tied up once against , but only strapped down on the hospital bed, Zaniel and Heron stood above him with arms folded. Zaniel spoke imperatively.
"Who and where do you come from? Any funny business and I will not hesitate to kill you"