Thread: Stolen Bones [Alakazam & Grungeknuckle]

I- Samuel opened his mouth, then stopped. He was going to say that he was sorry. That he shouldn't have implied he was going to kill her. He'd only just realized his mistake, that his silence would have served the same purpose as the bandages, as the balms. It would have kept her from suffering needlessly. His pride and anger had gotten the best of him. I'm not getting the Urn back. It's... it's become apparent to me that I can't let such a thing exist, not right now, at least, not till I can find a way of protecting it. And even with your help, Samuel turned, giving the thief a sideways look, I doubt we'd be able to retrieve it. No, I've got to destroy it. Still, her pleas for life did not go unheard. He could see the panic, the desperation in her eyes, the same desperation that he himself was still privy to. He couldn't do this to her. Not while there was still a chance that she could get out of this alive. And as he watched her struggle, Samuel noticed how her breasts, still bared, jostled as she squirmed. Sex was an equally powerful motivator as pity, and helped to tip the scales in Aria's favor. He walked over to her, and squatted down before her. He simply looked at her, trying to find the words, trying to explain. Try to understand, you're asking me to trust you, when I don't even know you. I don't even know you're name. He reached forward, holding the side of her face, thumb brushing against her cheek, trying, awkwardly, to comfort her. This isn't something I want, far from it. But I don't know how else to ensure my own safety. I... Samuel looked away, grimacing. He took a deep breath, hardly able to believe he was about to propose this option. His paranoia and utter distrust of other had kept him alive, but now, her humanity was getting the better of him. There may be something you could do for me. Taking his hand away from her cheek, Samuel slouched down in front of her again. For my plan to work, I'm going to have to make a trip to the underworld, reach up and grab the Urn out of Briar's shop, and pull it down. Sort of. In layman's terms. When it explodes there, no-one will be killed, no-one will be hurt, and the souls will be harmlessly released. If I am to return, however, I'm going to need a... a living anchor, attaching me to the mortal world, he nodded at the thief, indicating that she would be filling that role. After that point, he became more and more uncomfortable, and was avoiding looking at her altogether. For, ah, for that to work however, I'd need a connection to the, ah, anchor. Usually an enchanted chain or cord would do that trick, but I don't have anything like that, and there's no time to make one. There is however, a more... He coughed uncomfortably, Well, that is, if two souls were to have a connection of sorts... a very direct connection, that is, you wouldn't need the cord... And, and though it's not necromancy, there is a way of... Samuel had intertwined the fingers on his two hands, as if trying to demonstrate the point he was belaboring, A way of... a very, very, rudimentary way to, er, co-mingle souls. Samuel gave the thief a very uncomfortable look, well aware that he was explaining the situation very poorly, and hoping she'd get the gist of it.