The Silver Queen [AU]

[NPCs]

The pair struggle for a few seconds but it's really forgone conclusion. Ozymandias knows how to use a whip, for play and combat both, but it's not his speciality by any means. Nor is this particular whip designed for fighting, much less enchanted. Casting aside the useless two feet of whip that remains after Carver's pride and joy ruins it, the elf glares at Carver. Another flash of grey light- and a pained wince as the mentalist has to push hard on his reserves- causes Carver's body to still. 

"There. That's better. Brawns never surpasses the mind, you stupid beast," he snarls, rubbing his temple. "Now..." He looks around, then smirks as he spots a long, thin acupuncture needle on the ground. "Let's get you handled, then your bitch and finally figure out what the abyss is going on in my home." Expression dark, he stalks over to the corner to fetch the needle so he can stab Carver through the eyes with it. Two of the torches have fallen, one of them behind a chest, throwing that section of the room into shadow, but his elven eyes noticed the metal needle regardless.

[Coquette Blacquin]

But his wife's eyes are not elven. 

That's his fatal mistake, of course: under-estimating her. No sooner does he walk into the area of shadow than he finds himself grabbed from behind, his throat slit in one simple motion, not even giving him the time to scream. As he collapses, arterial spray coats the silver hair, unnaturally violet eyes, pale skin of his lady wife. She looks crazed as her eyes dart about the room -- and terrifying, an unnatural creature of the shadows, something unholy. 

[Carver Amell]

Carver turns, panting, to look at Lady Olocaryn, no longer sure she's broken, no longer sure she's a victim. "Stay back," he warns, hefting his sword now that he's free. 

[Coquette Blacquin]

She takes a step back, reaching for the shadows, looking to escape, to flee--

only to find a cat underfoot, twining itself around her ankles. This startles her, causing her eyes to widen, her breath to catch in her throat. 

[GamesMaster]

Vig, meanwhile, glares up at Carver. "The battle is done," he declares, firmly.

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran slides down the banister, nearly as fast as Carver's leap but just a touch more controlled a descent. Rushing into the room, he stops for a second. "Ah. Hello?" he asks carefully, moving towards Isabela with the intent of cutting her free. 

[Isabela]

Isabela shivers, sitting up now that she's freed thanks to Carver. She doesn't speak in Coquette's defense; she closes her eyes, huddling around her knees, and waits for Zevran to reach her, plastering a weak smile on her face. 

[Carver Amell]

Carver scowls, but lowers his sword. "If she tries to gut me, so help me Astea..."

[GamesMaster]

"She will not. Look at her. She is terrified," replies Vig.

[Tethras Clan]

Zevran starts to reach for Isabela but checks his movement, instead kneeling close with his arms spread. "Ma'bela?" he whispers gently. 

[Isabela]

"I'm fine," she whispers. "I'm always fine. I'm Isabela."

[Tethras Clan]

"Liar," he says gently. "How do you want me to help, ma'bela?"

[Isabela]

"Take me home?" she says, weakly. 

[Carver Amell]

"Love to, Bela, but we have to deal with this first," Carver says, gesturing with his sword.

[GamesMaster]

"She will come back with us. She won't be trouble," says Vig, sternly. "I will guard her room to ensure she is not."