Frosti Tortured

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Frosti: *butts in* while I'm in here, do I get someone to fix this stupid shoulder wound?
Hemlock: She sighs shortly, brushing open the apparently locked cell door and sealing it shut behind her with a tendril of dark smoke. “It’s only a scratch, barely deeper than a quarter inch. I think you’ll live.” Hemlock leans back against the wall, thin knife twirling hypnotically, sending a very obvious message. “But let’s get to it, shall we? Talk to me.”
Frosti: Nice weather we’re having. Although it’s a bit warm…
Hemlock: “I agree. Rather odd for Berk, what with the usual climate, yes?
Frosti: [lost response]
Hemlock: "Oh, I don’t really feel like cool weather. I mean, I love the cold, but the sun showing its face today feels…right.” She continues twirling the knife nonchalantly, then pauses, raising an eyebrow at Jokul. “I think you can try harder than that.”
Frosti: Who says I’m trying? Maybe I’m just trying to have a pleasant conversation
Hemlock: “Ah. We’ll play with the pretenses, then, if that’s what you’d like.”
Frosti: [rolls eyes] Are you going to stand there all day? You might as well get along with it. What do you want?
Hemlock: “I thought you were the one tying to avoid that topic?” She gives him a pointed look. “You know, the weather?”
Frosti: Eh. I’m getting bored. Why don’t we let something more interesting happen?
Hemlock: “Right, then. Let’s see…affiliations. What are yours?”
Frosti: No one. I work alone
Hemlock: "Of course you do."
Stonegit: *Stonegit slides into room, interrupting the conversation. A crossbow nestled in his arms and face grim.* “So they finally caught you frosty-viking. You bastard!” *He raises the crossbow, aiming it between the bars and leveling it with Frosti’s chest.* “Get out of the way hemlockandbelladonna!”
Frosti: Whoa! [raises hands] no need to be so dramatic
Stonegit: *Rolls good eye, the crossbow’s hairs dropping slightly.* “Hmm, I guess that entrance was a bit over the top.” *Shrugs* “Oh well,” *Pulls trigger.*
- Original response of Shovel removing Stonegit fron the scene is missing/lost. Section posted below is from the fanficion. Thus it contains minor edits- 
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The arrow was suddenly redirected and released. Jokul gasped as the arrow went into his side, causing a small red stain to spread across his dark blue tunic. Curling into himself, he gritted his teeth in pain, clutching his wound. Stonegit lifted his head, eyebrows raised. Seeing that it only hit him in the side, he clicked his tongue. “Well...that happened,” he mumbled. “I hate having a bum eye.” He jerked the crossbow string back and raised the weapon again.
Jokul gasped at the sound of the click, snapping his head up to look at Stonegit. His hands clenched his side, trying to stop the bleeding. His eyes were wide with fear. “You wouldn’t,” he hissed.
"Hmm, nice guess…but you’re wrong. You betrayed us, wounded King Haddock, and made me out for a fool right as I was ready to prove myself. So, goodbye, Frosti."
The guard suddenly jerked backwards and was hauled into the air by a milky-eyed deadly Nadder, who had pushed his nose curiously into the cell. “Argh! No, Shovel, no! Drop! Drop! Gods damn it, Shovel, put me down!” But Shovel ignored Stonegit, letting him hang safely by the back of his shirt in his jaws and turning to leave. “Shovel, stop it! Your walk has to wait; I’m busy right now! Just give me a second!” Shovel exits the room, taking his rider with him, and the mages looked at each other, unimpressed.
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Frosti: You really don’t believe me? Fine. I’ll give you a name. peachdoxie I have spoken to her before…
Hemlock: She nods. “Thank you for your cooperation. Anything else you’d like to say to me?”
Frosti: Yes. You’re an idiot
Hemlock: “Mm. As I thought.” She nods slowly to herself, then, in a flash, a tendril of shadow leaps from her hand and whips across Jokul’s face, leaving a deep gouge that burns like dark fire. “Last. Chance,“ she hisses.
Frosti: [Jokul gasped at the pain, he brings a hand to cover his cheek] [Jokul turned to look at hemlock, his eyes burning with defiance] You really are an idiot…
Hemlock: The tendril lashes again, this time on the knuckles of his hand. “Talk,” she says, reverting back to her previous mild tone as she whips the shadow up menacingly. “Tell.” She smiles at him, a thin smile that display her sharp canines. “Affiliations?”
Frosti: [Jokul gasped again, now cradling his hand] What happens if I use up all my chances?
Hemlock: "Hm.” She cocks her head to one side playfully, shadow tendrils twirling around her fingers. “Let’s see. We get to do this for all eternity.” A soft chuckle escapes her lips. “Well, eternity for you, at least.”
Frosti: [Jokul glares up at Hemlock, refusing to say another word]
Hemlock: She shakes her head disappointedly. “And you call me the idiot.” And then the tendrils are lashing again, over and over, all over the thinnest points of skin, the most painful, and burning like the fires of hell itself.
Frosti: [Jokul screams louder with ever lash, until he passes out]
Hemlock: Hemlock gazes somewhat regretfully at his prone body before wiping away all signs of her handiwork, removing the soundproof seal that had blocked his screams, and sweeping out of the cell. “I put him to sleep for a while,” she reports to the guards, resealing the door behind her. “I’ll be back tomorrow. Don’t try to enter. I’ve blocked off the door.” And then it’s back to the library, with its locked doors and dim light.
Category:BOTGD
Category:Season 1
Category:Events
Category:Jokul Frosti
Category:Hemlock