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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 1, 2013 12:45:01 GMT -5
Noa's eyes went to the pallet wrap, so she started trying to struggle free again.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Apr 1, 2013 12:51:09 GMT -5
Michel freed Noa's arms before wrapping them to her sides and continuing to wrap around her torso.
Cath checked the whole floor, then it hit her like a ton of bricks: Michel worked late often. "Oh fuck." She muttered, summoning a Centurion and Harpy and running down the stairs.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 1, 2013 12:51:30 GMT -5
Noa struggled and tried to rip an arm free, but it wasn't working.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Apr 1, 2013 12:54:51 GMT -5
Michel continued wrapping, soon having her entire body from the shoulders down wrapped tightly. He locked the door to his office.
"Catherine, what is going on?" Harpy asked. "Noa's in trouble. Michel has her." Cath said simply, practically kicking the door to the floor open.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 1, 2013 12:55:24 GMT -5
She continued to struggle and renewed her shouting efforts.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Apr 1, 2013 12:57:58 GMT -5
"Centurion, break it open." Cath said. The Centurion bashed it's fists together, and reared back for a strike.
"Be quiet." Michel muttered angrily, beginning to wrap her head, poking holes for her nostrils.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 1, 2013 12:58:38 GMT -5
She started to struggle harder, praying for her Zecter to come and help.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Apr 1, 2013 13:01:38 GMT -5
With a loud crash, the door broke open and the Centurion stepped in, soon followed by Harpy. "What? What is this?" Michel said, backing away. "Michel Kange, you have committed a grave offense. However, Mistress demands you remain alive, which is more than you deserve." Harpy stated, flexing her talons.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 1, 2013 13:02:17 GMT -5
Noa could hear that something was happening. All she was certain is that someone had come to help her. Hopefully.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Apr 1, 2013 13:10:43 GMT -5
"Wait, wait, don't hurt me, please!" Michel pleaded. "We're not allowed to kill you." Harpy said. "There was nothing about gravely harming you." She charged, talons forward.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 1, 2013 13:12:24 GMT -5
Noa just stood still, hoping that she'd be saved.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Apr 1, 2013 13:18:55 GMT -5
After a moment, Michel was on the floor, severely wounded. Cath dismissed the Centurion and motioned to Noa. Harpy nodded and began carefully cutting Noa free.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 1, 2013 13:20:26 GMT -5
Noa was breathing faster now, afraid of what might be there.
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Post by Deacon and Catherine Acora on Apr 1, 2013 13:23:35 GMT -5
Once her body was mostly free, Cath dismissed Harpy and grabbed a nearby pair of scissors, continuing to free Noa.
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Post by Noa Clarke on Apr 1, 2013 13:26:09 GMT -5
"Cath?" Noa asked.
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