Thread: ..::Aɴɢᴇʟs ᴏғ Dᴇᴀᴛʜ::.. [Rʏᴀx & Iʀᴏɴɪᴄ]

Whatever do you mean has gotten into me!? It's obviously time to have some fun in this shit hole! Isac exclaimed in response to her query into his sanity Rachel didn't weigh much, so it was easy for Isac to carry her around, even up several flights of stairs. He followed suit with her guidance, kicking up doors and marching through hallways. If one was perceptive enough, they'd be able to see that Isac goal was ultimately composed of two things. He was feeling somewhat elated after having fought and won against Eddie, but he was also trying to cheer Rachel up for a spell. The poor girl was obviously not in her best frame of mind, pretty much only faced with terror, whispers of death and sights of destruction so far. Okie dokie Isac slowed down and stopped, letting her do her thing until it ended up a bit awkward and clumsy Uhh.. Ok. Hmm. Fine. Here, hold my scythe he handed over his scythe with one hand, the other already placed on the underside of her thigh to help her keep steady in her new positioning, his other hand followed shortly thereafter to help secure her on his back There! Much better voicing his words with warmth and a small smile to follow suit before he sped off again Finally! Isac exclaimed, with the impatience of a child waiting for something to happen, when the eventually arrived at floor E He crouched, releasing his supportive hold of her and let Rachel slide down from his back. His breathing was light and his muscles slightly sore after the long piggy-back-ride. Isac kicked the steel barred door rather dispassionately after Rachel had rattled it and then he scoffed at it when it didn't open. The booming voice ringing out thereafter certainly startled Isac. He looked around to locate something, anything that would explain the timing and help propagate the voice. It didn't take long for him to locate the speakers in the corner of the room. The voice calling out his name didn't take him by surprise this time, and he coyly stood his ground, rather relaxed and made a grimace towards the speakers. While he was busy grimacing and ignoring the contents of the woman's words, Rachel spoke for the both of them on queue, the lock promptly snapping open shortly after. Isac let a short ' Hah! ' escape his lips when Rachel blurted out that they hadn't done anything. Isac knew fully well what he'd done. What did end up catching his attention was why Rachel was also called a sinner, and that sparked a deeper interest within him to find out what she had been up to for her to be placed in here with people like him and Eddie. He looked down on her with seeking eyes, but only for a moment. Time would tell him of her sins, he was sure of this. Isac did not find the voice of the woman to be appealing at all. Though even if she was like him in a way, taking joy in others suffering, he felt a deep relentless distaste for her. Her games were already to intricate for his liking, not to mention that she punished anyone she saw fit like a self proclaimed Judge. ' You really must have something dark inside of you to seek punishment so vigorously ' Isac thought to himself, about Rachel, as he wandered after her into the room on the left Not even close. I don't see the teacups... he muttered his response lowly, clearly having expected an amusement park, against his better knowing Seeing the dummies rowed up, all staring at the center stage, made it painfully clear to Isac what this was all about. He felt rather dejected about the whole thing, but in the end he knew he had to subject himself to one of maybe many things in order to get them out of here with their lives in tow, if even that. Well, little Rabbit, you sure are innocent. I don't know why you're in here, but you must be hiding something juicy and I really want to know it he told her with heavy sigh and a dejected smile before he casually walked up to the central chair ' IF we get out of here ' he thought to himself, always knowing that he was on expensively borrowed time He walked up the steps, slowly, one by one, standing in front of it for a while, pretty much spacing out before he finally turned around and sat down, his ankles close to the legs of the massive chair, his arms rested on the handles. Quickly, the metal clasps swung around and locked his ankles and wrists to the chair with a few loud clangs and some locking sounds. Isac couldn't help but to be really scared. He knew pain, intimately, but it wasn't usually encompassed with this powerlessness on his end.