~L.A outside of it at whatever military base lazy
-4:00 A.M
-Vaemond’s P.O.V
One moment he was being shoved down and forward. His eyes burning like fire up into Daemon's as he struggled against those holding him tightly. If Daemon wanted his head, he'd be damned if he made it easy!! Fuck this blonde-haired sprite and his traitorous bitch of a wife!!! Then as the blade had just cut into his neck a sudden shock hit him. Body jolting hard, it felt like some sort of wicked spell, his body was on fire from head to toe and then…. Nothing … but a cold wind blowing over his features. The smell of the ocean thick in the air and it was sweet. Was this what death was like? What had he been so afraid of!? Ever so slowly his dark hues opened to stare up at the moon that shown bright and full within the sky.
Wait, the sky looked so, strange. Slowly willing himself to moving he pushed up slowly from the ground, his eyes soon spotting the MASSIVE thing next to him. Dark green as the forest but near the size of a dragon almost. Some sort of building? Slowly moving a hand out to touch it his brow furrowed. Felt like some sort of metal.
A light suddenly flashed from somewhere behind him. Head snapping to look he seemed a bit confused at seeing three men coming near, shouting at him and, those lights were straight in his eyes. "This is government property! You're trespassing! Hands up!! NOW!!"
What were those things in their hands? He blinked a bit confused but slowly moved to raise his hands. Trespassing! On who's property! This was absolutely absurd!
"Forgive me on who's land am I on? I seem to… have gotten a bit lost. Perhaps the wine" He half joked with a bit of a dumb chuckle. Had his bear death by Daemon been, some sort of a cruel drug and alcohol induced nightmare?
"Real clever punk? Quit the fucking act!" One of the men responded as they neared and rather suddenly were snatching him by the arm. No! No not again! A bit of panic crossed Vaemond’s face as the man went attempting to yank his arm behind his back hard. "No… No you don't understand, I've no idea how I got here! Truly! Unhand me!!! You've no authority!!!" He shouted and finally went to jerk away only to get jabbed fast by another with that strange thing they carried. Then laughter. What was so funny?
"Man, seriously? What will fucking nut job druggies do next?! I swear I've now seen it all!" One man was saying as he continued to laugh. Why were they laughing?! Nothing was funny about this! Gods did they have to shine their strange lights in his face like that!
"Come on punk! Let's get you picked up by PD so I can go back to a relaxing night" One put in going to grab him.
"Get that light out of my face you fucking swine!!" Vaemond suddenly snarled, jerking away again. This time one went to grab him a bit more roughly and that was all it took. A moment later Vaemond was snatching for the light, causing that one to drop his gun and in the scuffle. Well two were shouting for him to freeze but Vaemond was far too busy slamming his fist into this man's face. Then, loud noises, it felt suddenly like he'd been clawed by a dragon where something struck his armor from the back a few times and finally a burning pain shot through his shoulder. Eye's widening for a moment he was in shock until a blow came to his head. Rolling fast to escape more blows and those loud noises kept going off ass he stumbled up, several hitting hit in the armor causing him to dash behind another vehicle, well more like stumble as he gasped unsure of what they were firing at him but … it was something he needed to avoid.
"STOP!!! NOW!!" A voice shouted in warning. Well, fighting wasn't working against whatever they had so finally his senses kicked in and about the time a blaring sound came from the nearby building he was running. So fast he hardly had the time to care his shoulder felt as though someone had taken a torch to it. Jumping on one of the smaller things near a tall chain fence he was soon jumping. Bad idea! Holy hell was that sharp! Soon going tumbling down hard onto the concrete on the other side he was struggling up only because of the sound of shouting and more loud booming. Whirling he went ripping straight across the darkened street and he didn't stop running, he couldn't, not enough to notice those lights where coming straight for him and all too fast. Not until it was too late and freezing as his eyes met the others slam! He was soon hitting the ground. Shit his hip felt like he had been hit by a wagon! Crushed by a horse! And his shoulder still burn, rolling onto his back he was soon again staring up at the moon. Death couldn't be…. This cruel… could it?
Maze had been trying to convince Blaine of the fun of going to military bases and beating up the people who worked there, and eventually she just decided to drag the poor dumb bastard there himself. The little killjoy upstart claimed he'd rather be at home reading a good book with a nice cup of tea, but Maze considered it a lie.
"Just use magic if physically torturing them is too hard for you," she said as they neared. She tried to sound soothing, but there was a clear note of impatience in her voice. "Look, that poor bastard ought to be an easy target. He just got hit by a car!" She sounded positively gleeful at the prospect.
Blaine took off running towards him, to Maze's delight... which was short-lived as Blaine helped the guy off the road and started performing healing magic. Maze rolled her eyes and shifted her weight to one foot, tapping the other impatiently.
"Kid, what the hell are you doing?" she asked.
"He's hurt," Blaine explained patiently.
"So...?"
"So, I'm healing him."
"I can see that." Maze frowned, then suddenly her expression cleared as something else occurred to her. "Are you healing him so we can torture him more later?"
Blaine frowned, too, though it could have been taken as a look of concentration. "... We'll see. Why don't you go home. I'll bring him to you if that's what I decide."
Maze made a face. "No, you're not bringing him to Lux. I'll have to share him with--"
"Just find somewhere and go!" Blaine was getting tired of Maze's whining. "Don't you have a hot date tonight, anyway?"
Maze shrugged. "When don't I? Besides, I have time for both." But to her credit, she did leave.
Blaine concentrated all his energy on helping this man. When he had finished attempting to heal him, he knelt back slightly to give him some space.
To have said he went quietly would have been a lie. The moment the dark-haired male appeared and went pulling him up Vaemond was cursing both in confusion and just due to straight pain, limping for the side of the road until the guy had dropped him and.... Was that fucking magic?! Next came a strew of questions as to what he thought he was doing before he heard the female. God fucking damn if things couldn't have been worse. That and as of now he could still hear the blaring alarms from the base.
"Torture me?! What!?" He shot in confusion. Though the two again merely continued to banter before the female seemed to be leaving.
Though, finally the pain had begun to subside. Well most of it as it was the broken hip and shoulder that had taken most of Blaine's magic. Still he was a bit bruised and sore and very much still in shock as he stared off at the ground for a long moment. "The fuck are you? Some kind of fucking magician?" He asked not sure he could really handle anymore magic tricks today. Seriously he was half wishing he'd just been put out of his damn misery as opposed to all of this mess....
Blaine shook his head. "That was Maze. Ignore her. I usually do. She's from Hell, so torturing people is what comes most naturally to her. She won't hurt you, though. I won't let her. As for me, I am... a priest." That was the simplest explanation. "Do you feel better? Can you walk? Are you hungry?"
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