RP:Alvina's Upgrade

Summary: Alvina the bard, fresh to the region, runs into a man who says he'll teach her how to fight. Their negotiations fall through, and she loses her arm and her freedom in the exchange. Cayl, the murderous fiend responsible for injuring the woman, takes her to the Cerinii for a replacement limb. Damaged goods don't sell as well on the black market.

Spring of Vitality

Alvina wanders into the area, much like she does all over hollow, without purpose, direction, or any grace to speak of. Lifting her chin into the air, she inhales deeply the brisk afterthought of flowers and peace that dusts the place. Ignorant to any other creature as always, she spins once or twice in a circular pattern before folding her knees beneath her and fiddling with the grass underfoot.

Cayl is sitting rather languidly 'pon a rocky outcropping, just barely keeping his feet fro m dangling into the serene pool of sparkling water. His eyes -those deep red eyes- burn like twin embers, dancing about as they move; taking in all there was to be had within the premises. A noise. A disturbance. Suddenly, the Drow realizes there was another that had found themselves here with him. He tilts his head a bit, as it turns, eyes affixing 'pon the form of Alvina. There he waits, not to move, nor allow his gaze to waiver. A few brief moments flutter between the pair, before that grisly half-smile returns in full across his sickeningly perfect features. "Need something, little Human?" That voice, oh, it was almost inaudible, a slight whisper on the wind. But where it lacked audibility, it made up for with skin-prickling authority.

Alvina looked up quite startled, feeling almost foolish as she meets the burning gaze of the stranger and rises to attempt moving closer for a bit of conversation. "I, well...I didn't know anyone else was here. I'm ever so sorry if I've bothered you sir." Her voice is sweet, naive. She would likely have believed anything he would say. Goosebumps rise along her arms and the back of her legs, visible after the knee length gown halts.

Cayl raises a stark white brow, a bit confused about her... standoffish personality, albeit that grin did not wither from his ebony lips. He waits a moment, as if to judge who she was, or how she could fight. "You haven't bothered me. I do not own this place, you are welcome." Even if is words seemed somehow, kind, they weren't; no, for they were meant to provoke the illusion of security around him, so that it would leave one open to his attack.

Alvina watches him carefully for a moment, not sure what to expect. A smile coming to her pale lips as he responses. "Thank you, that is so very kind!" Her voice chirps as she takes a seat beside the drow, feeling quite comfortable and like he must be a kind person to speak to her so. She holds out one of her hands, "I'm Alvina, it's a pleasure to meet you....?" She rolls the end into a question, likely asking for his name.

Cayl pulls back a slight bit, a look of sheer disgust flashing across his face for but a moment. He does not meet her hand with a kind shake, no he watches it carefully, as if it was some sort of Viper. "Pleased to meet you, Alvina." Instantly, he knows who she is. The one that wished to be trained by him. Instead of not telling her his name, he does, for she was to be his student and should know it. "I am Cayl, an exile of House Dev'Karin." He waits, feeling let down at not being able to attack this lone wanderer.

Alvina retracts her hand when he does not take it, a bit of a frown forming on her lips. "I am sorry if I have done something wrong..." she sighs, only then registering who this man was. The bill on the tavern board! Her look changes then, from let down to excited. "Cayl, at last! I have been waiting patiently for this meeting!" She felt compelled to hug him, but did not...as he had responded poorly to her hand shake idea and she didn't wish to look foolish. "You are to train me, are you not?"

Cayl nods his head, though it was to be barely perceptible. "Aye, that is right, Alvina." He watches her again, almost taking her in anew. This was to be his student. That grisly smile spreads into a malicious grin, for this would be fun. An innocent killer. Then he speaks once more, in a dead tone, "Are you sure you wish to train with me? There are papers you must sign to do so."

Alvina lifts a brow curiously, "Papers? Well I'm quite literate. You know, I did respond to your posting after all. I'm sure papers won't be any problem." Perhaps it was her excitement, but she overlooked the subtle inflection in his tone that indicated these where more than simple papers.

Cayl cackles momentarily, almost to shake is head, "Yes, yes. Well, allow me to give you the papers if this is what you want." He reaches into a leather pouch at his waist, to retreive a small piece of parchment. "This is the paper we talked of," He says as he hands the document to her for a signature.

Alvina looks over the parchment and then shakes her head, "I...I don't know if I can agree to this I...wanted to learn to fight to protect myself not to...join an organization." She hands it back, an apology still thick on her lips. "I am so sorry."

Cayl shrugs his shoulders, as if to say it was her loss. The papers are quickly replaced back into the parchment from whence they came. The Drow turns his head to allow those eyes to linger once more 'pon that sparkling pool of water; there he would watch for a while, as he thought about the situation. Finally, he says, "I could train you, but you must promise not to teach this style to anyone else." Turning his head, he meets her gaze with his own, waiting on her words.

Alvina nods quickly, feeling like perhaps this was a secret the two would share, making them the closest of friends, or teacher and student. "Of course," she drew an x across her heart in childish fashion, "Promise."

Cayl furrows his brow slightly; Alvina's child antics giving him a moment of pause. "Very well, Alvina. Then I will teach you everything I know about combat," He rises to his feet, only to quickly brush the wrinkles out from his clothes, "When would you like to start your lessons?"

Alvina blinks at the odd question, standing quickly behind him. "Would...now be a bad time?" She asked, assuming it would have started immediately but she wouldn't be heartbroken if it was delayed.

Cayl turns his back to Alvina, allowing his deep red eyes to take in the thick foliage of the scenery about. In that same hollow voice, he says, "Then it begins." Once those words flow through ebony parted lips, he acts. Forefinger and thumb rub together to create a resonating 'CRACK' which echoes amidst the very place. Before the noise of the snap had a chance to die out, everything began to vibrate. The trees dropped fresh leaves to the earthen floor, as well as loosing some of their fruits; should they bear any. The hooting and hollering of birds would be heard as well, from those deep vibrations, as if shouting out a warning to what was going to come. The serene pool of water, oh, the serene pool. It shakes almost in fear of this power. Little ripples are sent across the pool in small wakes, touching every bit of the spring. Then everything stops. All is still once more. Then it happens. That grisly weapon suddenly scythes into this world, appearing in the already clenched fist of its wielder: Cayl. At the very second the blade -burning black as pitch- appears, he attacks. In one fluid motion, the Drow turns on heel, that wicked blade brought to arms as it comes high up in the air above all's head, only to be brought back down with tremendous force. The slash was meant to catch her off guard, and therefore, was aimed to only minimally gash his opponent's shoulder. The fun had begun. It was time for her to learn.

Alvina 's smile and fluid motions dissolve as soon as the shaking starts. She wobbles around, dropping to her knees and then righting herself only to find a sharp stinging in her right arm, never seeing the blur that was Cayl as he came at her. Swirling around, she found him behind her then. Emerald eyes blinking at the speed and fierce way he'd begun their training: without warning. Releasing a small pained sigh,she called out "What was that? You didn't warn me..." she huffed in and out, surprised by the entire thing.

Cayl holds his weapon in a death lock, as he watches Alvina. "You said you wanted to begin now, did you not?" That ghostly smile returns in full 'pon sweet ebony lips, "That was warning enough, in my eyes. You must always be ready." With that, he is moving once more. His weapon is brought up, brandishing it before his new student; this was just a decoy, only done to distract the girl. At that same moment, if she knew or not, his foot was moving. Right foot kicks into the dirt fast, and hard. The effect is a cloud of dirt being sent up at the, perhaps slightly distracted, Alvina; another distraction. Even if her vision was in no way hindered by the dirt, he still follows through with his next attack. Just then, he spins off to her left, slashing once more with his right. The blade whistles loudly as it tears across the space left open between the two, aimed at the back of her left arm. He was serious when it came to teaching. Standing around would not cause him to cease.

Alvina starts to shake her head and protest about how he hadn't responded so she couldn't have possibly been prepared when he started to move again. She attempted running, in an effort to keep from being hit again. Dirt rising in her eyes from his kick and she stops to try and clear her vision, fists raised to brush it away. "This doesn't seem right!" she screamed through cloudy vision, wrapping her arms around herself in vain. Her left arm split in a large gash, blood dripping into the dirt behind her, causing her to scream out in pain. "Stop! Please!" she cried, tears started and dotting down her cheeks into the sand to mix with the blood.

Cayl cackles maliciously at the girl as she begins to break down in tears. This Drow derived some sort of sick pleasure out of this whole situation. She obviously was not ready to combat him, needing more training before he could unleash his all against her. His right hand releases the strenuous grip 'pon the hilt of his summoned weapon. Just then, it disperses from reality, cast back to the void. His fiery red eyes -still looking excited in the grips of battle- look to her form. "That was pathetic." The Drow says blatantly, a bit irritated she did not react to either simple attacks.

Alvina glares up at him with tears still in her eyes, frustrated and torn by his careless nature. "You are a terrible teacher!" she yells, attempting to stand, but falling in her weakness and tears. "I don't want this," she sobs still, shaking her head. "Please, leave me be...I do not wish to be your student any longer..."

Cayl is instantly cast into a rage. She crossed the line; though that threshold was rather easy to be crossed with this semi-psychopathic Drow. His eyes features no longer hold that ghostly grin, no, for his features distort to a gruesome look of pure anger. This anger, burning deep within him, would be easily seen dancing behind those fiery red eyes. Once more, his hand rises, to allow forefinger and thumb to rub together. Though this was to beget something altogether different; bringing a new meaning to unearthly. There was no sound, no deep resonating vibrations. Only complete, and utter silence. The very hand that had just snapped, instantly bursts into inky black flames. The liquid-like fire burns with a fiery rage matched only by the rage of Cayl. The flames grow, coursing their way up his arm, seemingly feasting 'pon his flesh, as if alive. Once his arm is completely consumed by this fiery hell brought to life, it stops, to await it's master call. The arm, burning black as pitch, lifts, to allow a slender digit to point at the girl, Alvina. Just then, it happens. The very air seems to be sucked inward, towards this growing ball of fire around his fingertip. His breath would be easily seen flowing from flared nostrils. This flame seemed to somehow suck the very warmth from the air as well. Once it reaches its climax in growth, he releases it 'pon her. The flames that encase his arm shoot down to his finger tips to join the ball, and to send it off at Alvina. The air is once more to be had, as it returns in a blast of pure chaotic energy. This fiery attack would level anything it comes across, even should it barely meet its target. This was his dark side come to life. Summoned to take control of the task at hand. He was upset, to say the least.

Alvina sobs until she feels like she can't breath, chaotic energy surrounding the area, pressing against her lungs like stones. Gargled sounds come from her throat as she tries to speak, panicked eyes looking up until she's face to face with the drow's creation of anger and hatred, barreling towards her like some demon fire. Her right arm clawing at her throat in an attempt to breath, drops when the air returns but for a second, before her entire figure is inflamed. The fireball rushed towards her, bursting on the ground mere inches away, sending smaller chunks of the enchanted blackness onto her arms, legs, and even hair. Another haunted shriek parts the air in the forest, though the birds are far too gone to part now.

Cayl || At that moment, the Drow feels utter ecstasy after watching his power create absolute destruction. There were no flames licking his skin, no power radiating from him as it had before. There he watches, the flames easily seen reflecting in his eyes. Then he moves, to capture his victim. The pitter-patter of soft footsteps is not to be heard from him, as he stalks up towards the burning girl, Alvina. With simple perfection, the Dark Elf kicks with his right foot at her exposed legs, intent on knocking her to the ground. Should such be accomplished, he would hunker down, retrieving a rope from the leather pouch at his waist. He would then attempt to grapple with her, so that he could tie her up as quickly as possible. All the while, the flames never harm his form, for they quickly disperse from reality once he touches her; to leave no scar, nor mark 'pon her flesh. This attack hurt one's spirit, their natural life energy.

Alvina falls, her entire being feeling devoid of consciousness, falling to the ground as she's kicked, like a lifeless doll. Head bobbing to the side as it hits the ground, flames vanishing leaving her skin perfect and pale as before. Bound effortlessly, the bard would not awake for quite some time.

House

Cayl enters the house with Alvina held tightly in his arms, much the way a mother might carry her cherished baby. The Drow immediately flicks his burning red eyes up to meet Cerinii's gaze, "Where do you want her?" He asks, in that same hollow voice he had, devoid of any emotion.

Cerinii lofts a thin obsidian brow, as Cayl enters the house - cradling Alvina. The thugs, are quick to crowd the door. Hands ready for combat, should their mistress so demand it. She raised a hand to them, signalling for them to stand down as piercing; sanguine eyes examined Cayl. She motions to the large steel table, covered by a thin bed sheet. "There." She murmurs, "Tell me, has she shown any signs of waking or any reactions to the world about her? it is necessary that I know."

Cayl carries Alvina, with effortless grace, to the steel bed that Cerinii had pointed to. Gingerly, he lays his captive down 'pon the surface of the bed sheet. He did not feel any fear, after having seen the thugs block the door. No, for it only further proved to excite him, the thought of perhaps having to fight off people, while attempting to escape was almost pure ecstasy to this obviously psychopathic Drow. After having done such, he would than speak once more, "She has not come awake since she passed out earlier this morning, nor shown any signs of 'reacting' to the world about her." He puts rather simply, as if that bit of knowledge were common sense.

Cerinii looks to Cayl, "Alright." She looks to him, "You can pay now, or later." She glances to the thugs and then back to him, "Oh they won't stop you from leaving. They are just protective." A wry grin, quirks onto her peony lips..

Cayl nods to Cerinii, though her words did not quell the fiery storm of rage rising up within him; the rage that was stirred by the smell of battle. He almost wished for it... His eyes remain locked on Cerinii, as he speaks once more, "I'll pay once I see the work is complete," He leans in a bit towards her, "And in working condition, mind you."

Cerinii 'tsks', leaning forward as he leans a bit toward her. "It always works. Get out, I cann ot have you distracting me." She waves her hand in a most dismissive manner, before moving to Alvina's side. She sighs, investigating the wound with metallic digits and sharp eyes. From the direction of the bedroom, a faint mewling can be heard and some scratching upon the door. "Fyiero! Quiet!" She calls to the kitten. The mewling occurs once more, almost in protest. Before silence is all that can be heard.

Cayl tilts his head, if only the slightest bit, "You think I will simply wait outside?" The Drow walked over to the nearest wall, and turned to allow his back to rest against it, as if to show his unwillingness, "I shall wait here, and watch. You don't take me for a fool, do you?" With that, he closes his eyes, almost to meditate and relax after this days... events.

Cerinii turns, throwing her saw to the ground. "I expect you to get the hell out of this House!" She hisses, "I have nein quarrel with cutting her head off und her heart out. Get out. I will not work with an audience!" She folds her arms across her chest, eyeing him quietly.

Cayl opens his yes, now extremely irritated; this one had crossed his threshold of patience. Those eyes -burning fiercely- take Cerinii in anew, as if to judge her worth, "An audience?" The Drow questions, as he lifts a hand to indicate the two 'henchman' stand near the door, "What do you call them, then?" He pulls himself forward, away from the wall, "Don't you dare try to toy with me, for I am in no mood." That voice, oh, it was much like the sound of grating rocks, as he continues to speak, "You will have your wish, Avian. But do not cross me." Now, to lay a threat behind his words, his right arm rises once more, forefinger and thumb touching, as if to indicate he would do something that would be most unpleasant should she ignore his words. With that, the Drow turns, and heads from the house, to await outside. A very audible moan is released from the joints of the very foundation of this venue, as his fingers once more, relax with his parting; a foreboding to what might be.

Cerinii sighs softly, as the Drow left. "Ignorant pig." She spits, disliking his entire attitude and behaviour. Something she would report to her guard. She looks to Alvina, "I need not drug you, for your body has already put you into ein stupor.." She sighs, lifting up her crosscut saw. She presses it to the shoulder, just an inch off the shoulder she would remove. She presses down, tilting the saw forward and then pulling it back. Pushing it forward and back to slice into the flesh and to cut what she deemed necessary. This procedure was a quick one. Nothing to really worry about. She sets the saw down, lifting up a small steel scalpel. Summoning a ball of fire, she runs her hand over the tip of the scalpel. Causing the metal to yellow with heat and wilt. She presses the tip, to the veins. Cauterizing the wound and stopping the flow of blood. She sighs softly, throwing the scalpel into the bucket now that it was of no use to her. She clicks her fingers a few times, which causes one thug to scurry around the House. He eventually returns, holding a metal object in his hand. He passes it to her with reverence, "Danke." She mutters, before taking the arm. She uses the summoned ball of fire to heat the rim of the arm, causing the metal to once again wilt. She presses this against the flesh of Alvina, causing a loud hiss and awful stink. She presses certain points in the arm, which caus es a small 'whirring' noise to occur. Silvery tendrils would be slinking up the arm and connecting with nerves. In order to function like a normal arm. Her new fingers would twitch in response. Showing that they were 'alive'. She sighs softly, "Easy as that..." She yawns softly, before examining the arm. "Ja, that'll do." With that, she balls her hand into a fist to quell the summoned fire.