Thread: In Time, All Things Are Possible (Rave & darkangel76)

Icarus kept that cold, mysterious smile stapled to his face as he led the girl to the table and had her sit comfortably opposite him. Gloved hands let her go so she could sit free, before he leaned back into his chair and snapped his fingers together two times simultaneously. With the sound, a man dressed very much like your traditional butler, mustache and all, seemingly came out of nowhere with a pot of hot tea in his hands. He nodded to Icarus in respect and awe, and gave a little bow before leaning forward and pouring the liquid in both white cups, filling them up to the brim once more. She spoke, and before he answered her he stared at the ropes that tied her hands, still wrapped around it. He finally looked up at Laela and flashed that smile once more, a laugh escaping his lips. Ah yes, where are my manners. With that, he slowly lifted one of the gloved hands and reached it forward. His hand stopped halfway between them, and his pointing finger extended forward. The finger was not pointed at her, but the ropes that tied her hands. Slowly he began to sway his finger back and forth, and that is when she would feel it. The ropes began tugging against her hand, scratching and shifting without her interference. With the sways and motions of his finger, the rope began to unravel before her eyes. In a few seconds, it untied from her wrists and was lifted in mid-air as if it grew wings and flew. Just then, he flashed her another mysterious smile before flicking the air, sending the rope flying with a booming force and in an instant smacking one of his crew members in the face with a loud slap, sending him flying backwards as if he was hit by a cannon, his back smashing against the wooden wall behind him and breaking through it from sheer force and velocity at him being hurled into it. The whole ordeal was loud and it all happened in one loud bang. Just as the man was smashed into the wood, the door right next to it opened up and Accalon stepped out of it. He paused for a moment as everyone on deck was suddenly staring at him. He stared back, unsure of what the ordeal is. The fuck are you all looking at? He asked in his ignorance, before he felt a coldness at his feet. Accalon set his gaze downwards to find blood pooling beneath him. He raised an eyebrow of curiosity, unfazed yet interested. He looked to his side and saw the unfortunate man, his spine broken and his face impaled with shard of wood. He snorted, lifting his foot and shaking it like a dog to clear all the blood from it. Icarus you fuck, don't go around breaking shit just because you're not the one that fixes them. I will beat you with your own cane if you even think about telling me to fix it later. You do it fuck, I'm tired of your shit. Accalon grumbled and walked through his men like a tank driving through people. Knocking over everyone that stood by him from sheer strength, he made his way to a door and walked through it, disappearing from sight for now. The commotion was over for the most part, and Icarus returned his gaze to Laela. The smile had not moved an inch off of his face, one would even call it creepy. His hand withdrew and his finger slipped itself through the cup's handle, bringing it up to his lips for a sip. So, Princess Laela. We know of you who you are, who your parents are, and we've most likely guessed who you're here to see. I believe...you have a cousin here, yes? A vicious grin escaped him for a moment, slipping through his composure, when he mentioned her cousin Hal. It held clear meaning that he had malicious intent when it came to him, but she...she would be unharmed.