Board Thread:RolePlay/@comment-44876747-20200118024028/@comment-44876747-20200119234004

Starcloud3 wrote: Starcloud3 wrote: Starcloud3 wrote: Ianthe struggled against the silver rope, which was ridiculously strong. She opened her mouth to let out a scream.

“Now, now, don’t do that,” a cool voice said from behind her. Iantheturned around, and saw a woman staring at her. She was pretty, with dark brown hair that cascaded down to the middles of her back in sift waves. The woman had olive skin, and big cobalt blue eyes.

“W-w-what do you want with me?” Ianthe stuttered. "I just want you to listen to me and do as I say," The woman said. " We have turned you into an elf, and given you an elvin family to care for you, but before I say anything else, allow me to introduce myself. I am Esiyae, member of the elvin council. I will be your supervisor--"

"I don't care who you are!" Ianthe shreiked. "Let me go! I want to go back! I don't care that you're an alien or anything! I don't want to be here!"

Esiyae's lips curled into a sneer, and her eyes looked cold and hard. Ianthe trembled. This woman was not someone to mess with.

"And were would you go, if you went back?" she demanded, "Ianthe, I picked you because no one wanted you, and no one would care if you left. As of now, your current foster family thinks you ran away. They didn't even bother calling the police. No one cares about you. ​​​​​​​You have no family. And I am giving you one. So I sugest you act more grateful, or suffer the wrath of the council."

Ianthe, trembling, managed to nod. But he knew one thing. She was not backing down. And she would find a way to get out. "So, as I was saying, we have turned you into an elf, and you are now a mesmer, froster, and a chronokinetic." Esiyae said. "D you have a problem with any of that?"

Ianthe shook her head no.

"Just . . . what . . . exactly are they?" she asked, her voice quivering. Esiyae stopped pacing in front of Ianthe, and looked at her. Ianthe curled up into a ball, and hid her face the best she could with the silver cords stil restraining her. She knew that look. How she'd stopped pacing she'd seen it too many times.

Ianthe waited for the strike of skin to skin contat to come, butit didn't. She peeked out. Esiyae was staring.

"Anyway . . ." Esiyae said slowly, "I believe you were askng about your abilities?" Ianthe nodded, lost in thought. She had been kidnaped, but Esiyae hadn't hit her. Maybe this place was better than the human world. . . "Now, a mesmer is someone who can control other's actions. A froster is someone who can summon and manipulate frozen water particles. And a chronokinetic . . . it is relatively unexplored, but the version that we tried to give you, if it works correctly, should give you the ability to slow or speed up time." Esiyae said, as she continued pacing.

"Any questions?" she asked. Ianthe shook her head.

"No," she said, looking away.

"Look at me when I'm talking to you!" Esiyae said. Ianthe turned her face to Esiyae, and the councilor gave a smirk. "Good."