The Contract
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Thread Topic: The Contract
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Michah had been expecting her to do something, but he wasn't expecting that move. He fell to the ground, and tried to get back to her feet as fast as possible, chanting another stun charm, stronger than the first.
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(bump)
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Freya takes her arm and awkwardly shoves the sleeve of her jacket into his mouth, hoping that stifling him would be enough to stop his magic. She simultaneously glances around for her stolen belongings, knowing that having any sort of weapon would be useful right about now.
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Michah didn't know if he wanted to chance performing the spell in his head. If he did, he might get distracted and say it wrong, either it wouldn't work, or it would go terribly wrong and he'd end up stunning some inanimate object, or maybe even himself. But considering he was gagged and he needed to get out of this situation, he started doing it in his head.
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(Should his spell end up working again, maybe right before Freya can do anything?)
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(Your choice, I have no idea)
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(Whichever you think will help the plot along better)
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Freya spotted her belt laying across a nearby desk. Vials of various potions and poisons were still attached. She quickly leaned up and snatched the belt, hoping that Michah wouldn't squirm away.
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Michah got distracted. He might be able to if he squirmed...
No! He had lost the spell! Argh how had he been that stupid? Michah decided to start squirming. -
She struggled to maintain control over him as she fumbled with the belt, trying to find a non-lethal potion. She managed to snag a vial, holding it up to the light to confirm the contents before removing her hand from Michah's mouth and yanking the vial open. "Bottom's up, Michah Bayar!" She forced the opening of the vial into his mouth and tilted it so the liquid would come out quickly.
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(I'm assuming the potion is just supposed to knock him out?)
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(I was thinking more like.. it would make him unable to cast spells for a few hours. That way they can talk/argue and such)
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(Ah ok)
Michael felt the disgusting liquid slide down his throat. He had no idea what it was going to do to him. "Gah," he said when she pulled the vial out of his mouth. That stuff tasted vile. -
Freya rose, dusting herself off. "Now we'll be on an even playing field." She grabbed onto her belt, adjusting it back on her hip. "You won't be able to cast a single spell for a few hours, so forget about trying."
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