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Post by Claudia, Josh and the Wraaath on Apr 25, 2013 23:31:29 GMT -5
She mumbled in surprise, before beginning to issue a long stream of muffled curses, insults and complaints toward Kakeru.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Apr 25, 2013 23:36:36 GMT -5
Ignoring her muffled noises, Kakeru reached into his coat, pulling out his small, black-handled dagger, and grabbing onto her shoulder, before stabbing the dagger into her shadow, dragging them both into the shadow, and both popping out of the shadow of the pole. "Well, that's the steel bonds. Now this dress." He sighed, adding a complaint. "This'll be fun."
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Post by Claudia, Josh and the Wraaath on Apr 27, 2013 22:11:16 GMT -5
Claudia yelped as she was dragged into the shadow and back out another, before taking a moment to try and gain her balance. The boots her feet had been locked into had such insanely high heels, she was literally on the tips of her toes, almost like a ballet dancer. As for the dress itself, there didn't even seem to be any seams or points of weakness on the dress itself. There also weren't any zippers, buttons, laces, anything of that nature. Just leather and cloth.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Apr 28, 2013 0:53:53 GMT -5
Kakeru sighed again, putting Carnwennan away and pulling out a normal knife. "Hold still. I'm cutting you out, and I'd rather you kept all your digits and full mobility."
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Post by Claudia, Josh and the Wraaath on Apr 28, 2013 1:10:00 GMT -5
Claudia mumbled, staying still, but swaying slightly anyway due to the boots. The material would prove stubborn, simply refusing to be cut.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Apr 28, 2013 1:48:44 GMT -5
Kakeru steadied his hand, holding the survival/combat knife securely, and slipped the blade into the arm binding, the edge positioned out and away from Claudia. "Very still." He said again, placing his free hand on her right shoulder and using his forearm to brace her back and arms, and pulling outward with the knife.
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Post by Claudia, Josh and the Wraaath on Apr 28, 2013 2:01:53 GMT -5
Claudia did as told, but she was barely able to stand due to her boots. Nothing happened. The material didn't cut at all.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Apr 28, 2013 2:11:35 GMT -5
Kakeru grunted a bit, before stopping his motion and quickly slipping the knife out and resheathing it in his coat. "Shit. Looks like you're stuck with it for now. It's enchanted." He said, having felt the magic pushing back against the knife blade. With another sigh, this one another attempt at catching his breath, and pulling the gag out of Claudia's mouth. "Sorry about that."
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Post by Claudia, Josh and the Wraaath on Apr 28, 2013 2:17:02 GMT -5
"Oh. Simply wonderful." Claudia muttered. "I can barely walk, I can't use my arms, and I'm stuck in this doofy old dress. It must be my birthday or something."
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Apr 28, 2013 2:45:02 GMT -5
Kakeru chuckled. "Wouldst the lady prefer me to carry her?" He offered with a slight bow, a cynical grin on his face.
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Post by Claudia, Josh and the Wraaath on Apr 28, 2013 2:46:39 GMT -5
Claudia was not amused. "I'll be fine." She muttered, taking a few tentative steps. "Just don't forget my clothes, please. I'm going to need those."
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Apr 28, 2013 3:17:28 GMT -5
Kakeru leaned over, carefully picking up Claudia's clothes, and reaching into his coat, pulling out a small spool of cotton twine, tying the clothes into a bundle and tying the bundle to his belt. "Wouldst the lady prefer to lead?"
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Post by Claudia, Josh and the Wraaath on Apr 28, 2013 3:19:14 GMT -5
"Quit the old-timey shit." Claudia replied somewhat angrily as she took a few more tentative steps.
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Post by Kakeru Daishori on Apr 28, 2013 3:20:59 GMT -5
Kakeru laughed. "And yet women bitch about 'Chivalry is dead' all the damn time. Yeesh." He said cynically, before walking beside Claudia to be ready in case she falls over.
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Post by Claudia, Josh and the Wraaath on Apr 28, 2013 3:23:56 GMT -5
Claudia shot him a look that would set him alight if it had any more pure malice in it before continuing on her slow, tentative way. After about 15 seconds, during which she took about a step and a half, she tripped.
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