[ The mark on his hand glows bright as time slows to a crawl. Stefano can take the time to laugh -- listening to how distorted it sounds in the frozen space -- as he walks forward to start carving into the body of the aristocrat. He has the time to acquire metal rods to jam into the body at an angle to force the person down upon their knees into a prayer pose. The rods are jammed in a diagonal fashion so that it pins the legs down and the arms just above the elbow.
Carving out the heart, he has to pull it carefully free to place it into the hands of the man. It now looks like the man is offering his heart outward. Stefano smiles in a fond way as he takes a step backwards -- and time resumes. He tilts his head to listen as his masterpieces sputters out its final words: "Who are you?" It's the last question asked before the reality of the situation hits the body, mind, and soul. Screams and blood pour out but the man is already dead. He's already dead and just catching up to it.
Spinning around, he starts as he finds that he is not alone. Stefano gasps, as he sets one hand on his chest, not realizing that he actually had an audience. ]
Ah! You scared me half to death. Coming into my workshop -- [ His words start to come out annoyed, cold, before he takes a good look at who is standing before him. He gasps anew as he ignores the death wails behind him. In a burst of smoke, he disappears next to his art piece to be able to teleport to get closer. ] -- oh! It is you!
You got my messages! No, you got my works of art! I'm afraid I was getting a little desperate and starting to use more conventional designs to get my point across. [ He makes a little gesture toward his latest work before waving his hand in a dismissive manner. ] But you're here! Daud, the Knife of Dunwall! Oh, he really is good for something, isn't he? [ Talking too fast, talking too much, he could not help himself as he spills out all he has been feeling for these past few weeks. ]
Well, I can't say that he's good for much. But he gave me your name and so I'll say that he's good at least for that... so does that make him partially useful? No, that may be going too far. Oh, it doesn't matter. You're here! [ His arms open. ] Please, let me get you some wine or something. I'm certain this man must have some high quality vintage drink that I can offer in his stead.
i am filled with love right back!!
[ The mark on his hand glows bright as time slows to a crawl. Stefano can take the time to laugh -- listening to how distorted it sounds in the frozen space -- as he walks forward to start carving into the body of the aristocrat. He has the time to acquire metal rods to jam into the body at an angle to force the person down upon their knees into a prayer pose. The rods are jammed in a diagonal fashion so that it pins the legs down and the arms just above the elbow.
Carving out the heart, he has to pull it carefully free to place it into the hands of the man. It now looks like the man is offering his heart outward. Stefano smiles in a fond way as he takes a step backwards -- and time resumes. He tilts his head to listen as his masterpieces sputters out its final words: "Who are you?" It's the last question asked before the reality of the situation hits the body, mind, and soul. Screams and blood pour out but the man is already dead. He's already dead and just catching up to it.
Spinning around, he starts as he finds that he is not alone. Stefano gasps, as he sets one hand on his chest, not realizing that he actually had an audience. ]
Ah! You scared me half to death. Coming into my workshop -- [ His words start to come out annoyed, cold, before he takes a good look at who is standing before him. He gasps anew as he ignores the death wails behind him. In a burst of smoke, he disappears next to his art piece to be able to teleport to get closer. ] -- oh! It is you!
You got my messages! No, you got my works of art! I'm afraid I was getting a little desperate and starting to use more conventional designs to get my point across. [ He makes a little gesture toward his latest work before waving his hand in a dismissive manner. ] But you're here! Daud, the Knife of Dunwall! Oh, he really is good for something, isn't he? [ Talking too fast, talking too much, he could not help himself as he spills out all he has been feeling for these past few weeks. ]
Well, I can't say that he's good for much. But he gave me your name and so I'll say that he's good at least for that... so does that make him partially useful? No, that may be going too far. Oh, it doesn't matter. You're here! [ His arms open. ] Please, let me get you some wine or something. I'm certain this man must have some high quality vintage drink that I can offer in his stead.