Post by luthan on Aug 2, 2008 22:51:39 GMT
A copy of the latest issue of the Marseille Matin fluttered down to the ground, landing lightly on the paved road outside the mansion of one of the region's greatest aristocrats: Caleb Beckett-Zamojski. The man's name turned up wherever there were high class events to be held, but lately, there had been one more category under which his name was being filed - that of Caliga. And it was this particular role that held the interest of the blonde-haired male now as he stood at the large gate to the Beckett estate. Luthan Talinthorpe was not an official member of Caliga. He had been approached by the man behind it all at one point, but halfway through the meeting, Caleb had changed his mind and simply left, something for which Luthan could not quite forgive him. It created the illusion that he allowed people to treat him as he wished just because of their superior social standing, and no-one, not even aristocracy was exempt from the wrath of this man.
The newspaper had reported that Caleb had gone missing, which to Luthan, meant only one thing. The leadership for the organisation of Caliga was vacant, and who better to take up the role than himself? So, he found himself at the Beckett mansion, firstly to see if the tabloids had reported the disappearance correctly, and secondly, to find the man's hidden information regarding the organisation of Tainted persons.
Most would have been intimidated merely by the majesty of the grand gate which served as the main entrance to the estate, but Luthan was not one of the masses. Holding his hand in front of his face, he concentrated on it for a moment and it grew translucent, transforming into pure, crystalline water. It was a new form of his ability that he had developed, and made his previous weakness of needing to carry a supply of water with him at all times a thing of the past. With a swipe of his arm, he passed his hand through the bars of the iron gate with astonishing speed, as he did so, creating a deadly blade with highly pressurised water moving at high speed. With a few attempts, the bars of the gate fell loose, and landed on the driveway inside. Luthan closed his eyes for a moment to regain his composure. It was still an imperfected technique, and he wasted much unnecessary energy trying to use it at this point. But at the very least, he had opened his way into the estate.
As soon as he stepped inside, the atmosphere seemed to change, although there was nothing as crude and harsh as an alarm, Luthan was certain that a man like Caleb would have some lower lifeforms working for him as guards. And they would certainly appear soon enough. The man made no attempt to hurry as he approached the mansion; let them come, he could deal with them easily.
"Oi!" And, as expected, the lower lifeforms popped out of their hidey-holes, brandishing some sort of weapon. Like robots, they surrounded him in some formation that they had certainly picked up from some second-rate security training facility. "Trespassin' is a crime, yoo know."
Joy, they even had the accents. "So is pathetic ignorance. The master of this estate has disappeared; even the newspaper was able to pick up that much. What could you possibly be working to protect?"
"Master Beckett tol' us to stay 'ere and make sure no one came in. We still gettin' paid, so why not?" Luthan shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. At the same time, the leather-jacketed animal on his right fell to the ground, dropping his weapon and lying on the ground, out cold.
Amidst the shouts and general confusion, Luthan offered his sympathy. "I wonder what happened there...?"
"You! Did you do sumfin' to him?"
"My dear... gorilla, does it look like I did? I haven't so much as looked at the man, let alone hit him on the head with an inflatable hammer." As he finished his speech, the other two around him collapsed, leaving the thickly accented leader to face Luthan alone. The man's expression changed from one of smugness to one of fear, and he raised his weapon, aiming at the man before him and pulling the trigger. But the 'bang' never came, replaced by a dull thud, as this man, too, slumped to the ground, unconscious.
This was the true essence of Luthan's hydrokinetic abilities, the ones which he could use effortlessly, and were easily the most deadly. When blood failed to reach the brain, the first reflex was to put the body in a position where gravity was not fighting against the heart, and thus, the person would collapse. After continued deprivation, the hypoxic effects would begin to manifest themselves in much more permanent ways, and if that didn't kill them, then the overbearing pressure building up in the blood vessels certainly would, leading to rupture and internal bleeding. Either way, they would end up dead, or brain-dead at best. That was the power that Luthan had mastered, to control water with such precision that bodily fluids could be manipulated while still inside another's body, and it was a much more certain way to deliver death.
But, Luthan had no wish to hang around and ensure that the blood remained static, these were not people he needed to concern himself with, and should they regain consciousness, he could simply knock them out again on his way out. Again, he sliced his way through the front door, before searching for the study, where the information for Caliga was sure to be stored.
The newspaper had reported that Caleb had gone missing, which to Luthan, meant only one thing. The leadership for the organisation of Caliga was vacant, and who better to take up the role than himself? So, he found himself at the Beckett mansion, firstly to see if the tabloids had reported the disappearance correctly, and secondly, to find the man's hidden information regarding the organisation of Tainted persons.
Most would have been intimidated merely by the majesty of the grand gate which served as the main entrance to the estate, but Luthan was not one of the masses. Holding his hand in front of his face, he concentrated on it for a moment and it grew translucent, transforming into pure, crystalline water. It was a new form of his ability that he had developed, and made his previous weakness of needing to carry a supply of water with him at all times a thing of the past. With a swipe of his arm, he passed his hand through the bars of the iron gate with astonishing speed, as he did so, creating a deadly blade with highly pressurised water moving at high speed. With a few attempts, the bars of the gate fell loose, and landed on the driveway inside. Luthan closed his eyes for a moment to regain his composure. It was still an imperfected technique, and he wasted much unnecessary energy trying to use it at this point. But at the very least, he had opened his way into the estate.
As soon as he stepped inside, the atmosphere seemed to change, although there was nothing as crude and harsh as an alarm, Luthan was certain that a man like Caleb would have some lower lifeforms working for him as guards. And they would certainly appear soon enough. The man made no attempt to hurry as he approached the mansion; let them come, he could deal with them easily.
"Oi!" And, as expected, the lower lifeforms popped out of their hidey-holes, brandishing some sort of weapon. Like robots, they surrounded him in some formation that they had certainly picked up from some second-rate security training facility. "Trespassin' is a crime, yoo know."
Joy, they even had the accents. "So is pathetic ignorance. The master of this estate has disappeared; even the newspaper was able to pick up that much. What could you possibly be working to protect?"
"Master Beckett tol' us to stay 'ere and make sure no one came in. We still gettin' paid, so why not?" Luthan shook his head, a small smile playing on his lips. At the same time, the leather-jacketed animal on his right fell to the ground, dropping his weapon and lying on the ground, out cold.
Amidst the shouts and general confusion, Luthan offered his sympathy. "I wonder what happened there...?"
"You! Did you do sumfin' to him?"
"My dear... gorilla, does it look like I did? I haven't so much as looked at the man, let alone hit him on the head with an inflatable hammer." As he finished his speech, the other two around him collapsed, leaving the thickly accented leader to face Luthan alone. The man's expression changed from one of smugness to one of fear, and he raised his weapon, aiming at the man before him and pulling the trigger. But the 'bang' never came, replaced by a dull thud, as this man, too, slumped to the ground, unconscious.
This was the true essence of Luthan's hydrokinetic abilities, the ones which he could use effortlessly, and were easily the most deadly. When blood failed to reach the brain, the first reflex was to put the body in a position where gravity was not fighting against the heart, and thus, the person would collapse. After continued deprivation, the hypoxic effects would begin to manifest themselves in much more permanent ways, and if that didn't kill them, then the overbearing pressure building up in the blood vessels certainly would, leading to rupture and internal bleeding. Either way, they would end up dead, or brain-dead at best. That was the power that Luthan had mastered, to control water with such precision that bodily fluids could be manipulated while still inside another's body, and it was a much more certain way to deliver death.
But, Luthan had no wish to hang around and ensure that the blood remained static, these were not people he needed to concern himself with, and should they regain consciousness, he could simply knock them out again on his way out. Again, he sliced his way through the front door, before searching for the study, where the information for Caliga was sure to be stored.