Tense and twist. Kesari was out of the bindings in no time, rolling her shoulders. "You look like you've never held a knife." She said as she stood, holding out her hand for the knife.
Black Marks {Private Rp}
“I have,” Aquarius said with a smal laugh. “My preferred weapon, though, is a sword. More reach.”
"And yet, more chance to fuck up." Kesari said, bunching up the fabric of her dress and sawing it of to somewhere around her knees. She'd need to be able to move around, without it getting caught. "Any clue where we are?"
“No,” he said, looking around. “Then again, I rarely go underground, so…”
"Underground? Shit." She tugged a hand through her hair, scowling. "Door. We need an exit."
Aquarius glances around the bare cell. “We have to find the exit for our cell, first.”
"That's what I meant." Kesari said, shaking her head. She turned to one of the walls, placing her hands on it and feeling around for anything.
Aquarius glances around the solid walls. Nothing looked different…
"God, I'd kill for a cigarette right now." Kesari muttered, crouching to continue examining the wall.
He snorted. “Please, don’t kill me. I’m innocent.”
"I plan on getting you out of here." She said, eyes flickering up at him, before returning to the wall just as quick. "The smoke would find any gaps in the walls, letting us know how and where we were brought in." She furrowed her brows for a moment, before standing. "Do any of these walls feel like they've got empty space on the other side?"
Aquarius tilted his head. “Over there, maybe,” he said, pointing, “but I can’t tell. My scenses are all messed up.”
Kesari grumbled to herself as she stepped to the wall he'd indicated, patting it and frowning as she tried to discern whether it sounded like it was solid or not. "You're a siren, right?"
“Yeah, why?”
"Can you, by any chance, manipulate or control water?"
He shook his head. “I’m male. That ability is for the females. I really just have the good looks.”
"Fuck, there goes that." She grumbled, wracking her brain for a plan. "Wait. I wonder…" She placed her palms flat on the wall, her eyes returning to the red glow as she activated the blood magic, searching for signs of life on the other side.
He blinked. “What are you…”
"I'm searching." She said through gritted teeth, keeping her eyes on the wall. There was someone on the other side, a guard, probably.
Shrugging, he leaned against the wall to watch her.
((How's this underground prison thing work? Maybe they've got somebody who can manipulate the Earth on their side?))
(Ooh, yeah. And maybe it should be… in Atlantis! Just kidding. )
Kesari had sworn never to use her magic in this way again, and she'd been true to that. But she didn't have just herself to worry about. Aquarius was trapped here, too, and he had a family that was worried about him. So she threw that aside, the inky black swirling rapidly on her arm as the red glow grew more sinister, her power allowing her full control of the Earth controlling man on the other side.
Aquarius blinked. How was she so powerful? She seemed to be glowing, and the black marks on her arms were writhing and twisting. He kind of envied her. He had no powers. He was weak, and powerless. He had always been jealous of Tempest, with her hydrokinesis, and her voice, and Ford, with his fighting skills, and Bay, wig his peacekeeping. He was just… Aquarius.
Slowly, the wall began to crumble away, revealing a man standing on the other side. His eyes matched Kesari's, glowing a bright red as he lowered the wall. "Aquarius." Kesari grit out, not breaking eye contact from the man. "Restrain him."
Aquarius nodded, breaking from his thoughts, and moved over to the guy. He picked up the rope that had restrained him before and nearly tied the guy up.
As soon as the man was tied up, Kesari released her hold on him, slumping against the wall. She looked pale, and the red in her eyes, if one was looking closely, had taken over just a bit more of the original brown.
“Woah! You okay?” Aquarius knelt down next to her, checking her temperature.
"Fine. We have to keep going." Kesari blinked, looking up at his hand on her forehead. She wanted desperately to lean into his touch, and forget her worries, but she couldn't.
“You don’t seem to be in the right shape to keep moving.” Aquarius sighed, then picked her up. She weighed almost nothing. “Damn, do you ever eat?” He muttered.