[It's almost anticlimactic that absolutely nothing happens when Jade takes hold of the knob, isn't it? Not even the stubborn rattle of the lock being engaged; as Rook had promised, he's been expecting him. Unless Jade is looking carefully for the stalker photos hidden near his bed, the room probably looks much like he'd imagined it: beautifully appointed and neatly maintained, hunting paraphernalia proudly on display, shelves absolutely packed with books, even little decorative mats on either side of his doorway to wipe his boots so he doesn't sully the plush carpet and pristine rug that dominates the center of the room.....
The trouble is, of course, that nothing happened. No reaction to his magic as familiar, no acknowledgment of its master suppressing the spell to let him in harmlessly. Jade has just enough time to close the door behind him and look around, (Rook is already sitting up in bed, wearing a silky dark violet nightgown and matching robe, with his magical pen and a very familiar knife in his lap) before he steps directly into the trap.
There's no warning at all before ribbons explode out from beneath the mat underfoot, snaking around his legs to bind him tightly from ankles to knees. Still more pour from the seams in the ceiling tiles overhead, writhing like living things as they reach for him. It's not too dissimilar from what his tentacles might be capable of, once he's sufficiently practiced with them; it's almost uncanny how well they seem to understand the shape of the human body they're swarming around. Loop after loop coil around his chest and waist to support his weight while yanking him off his feet, around his arms to force them behind his back, held together from wrists to elbows, around his eyes and forcing themselves into his mouth to blind him and silence any screams..... Even his legs aren't left to dangle, instead forced to bend until his heels are nearly pressed against the backs of his thighs.
Even if he isn't struggling, the sheer force with which he's being manhandled and tied is still enough to leave Jade swinging wildly. Rook watches in silence, enjoying the show; he'll give Jade a little time to get settled, before he properly welcomes him in.]
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for the stalker photos hidden near his bed, the room probably looks much like he'd imagined it: beautifully appointed and neatly maintained, hunting paraphernalia proudly on display, shelves absolutely packed with books, even little decorative mats on either side of his doorway to wipe his boots so he doesn't sully the plush carpet and pristine rug that dominates the center of the room.....The trouble is, of course, that nothing happened. No reaction to his magic as familiar, no acknowledgment of its master suppressing the spell to let him in harmlessly. Jade has just enough time to close the door behind him and look around, (Rook is already sitting up in bed, wearing a silky dark violet nightgown and matching robe, with his magical pen and a very familiar knife in his lap) before he steps directly into the trap.
There's no warning at all before ribbons explode out from beneath the mat underfoot, snaking around his legs to bind him tightly from ankles to knees. Still more pour from the seams in the ceiling tiles overhead, writhing like living things as they reach for him. It's not too dissimilar from what his tentacles might be capable of, once he's sufficiently practiced with them; it's almost uncanny how well they seem to understand the shape of the human body they're swarming around. Loop after loop coil around his chest and waist to support his weight while yanking him off his feet, around his arms to force them behind his back, held together from wrists to elbows, around his eyes and forcing themselves into his mouth to blind him and silence any screams..... Even his legs aren't left to dangle, instead forced to bend until his heels are nearly pressed against the backs of his thighs.
Even if he isn't struggling, the sheer force with which he's being manhandled and tied is still enough to leave Jade swinging wildly. Rook watches in silence, enjoying the show; he'll give Jade a little time to get settled, before he properly welcomes him in.]