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Discussion in 'Dread Wastes' started by Ambrose Spellman, Aug 24, 2019.

  1. Ambrose Spellman

    Ambrose Spellman The Chilling Adventures of Sabrina

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    There was once a time that Ambrose had seen himself as a brave soul, but then, what had there been to compare that to? Even in his nineties now, he still felt like a boy who had never been given the chance to grow up, trapped within the four walls of the mortuary for seventy-five years of his life. Being granted his freedom had paved the way for quite a lot of things, of course, and he had taken that freedom by the reigns so to speak. Life had been good. Better than a lot of people in Pandora had it, he realized, but Ambrose was here for himself and himself alone. Well, and those closest to him. Sabrina, Jin, Eliot. He had been there for Ozpin once as well, or he would have been had he realized something was wrong at all, but it appeared that wasn't mutual in the end. He had stopped hearing from him altogether and rather than take that as a sign that he had perhaps disappeared, Ambrose took that as a different sign altogether. He didn't care if he lived or if he died. There was no help to be found in him.

    At the very least, though, he took a page out of the old wizard's book and he ran. He ran because he knew that any of the spots he frequented were not safe. The school had been safe once and even then, that had been the first place he had come across the fair-haired terrifying witch who was trying to take his life from him. The school wasn't safe. The streets weren't safe. Home, well-- He didn't have a home at all with Schola Praeditos out of the question. There was the option of going to Eliot, but he kept seeing that charred stranger in his mind. Ambrose didn't want that fate for Eliot or Sabrina or for anybody he knew.

    He went as far away as he could all the way to the Halls of Horizon, marveling in its simple and natural beauty. It was said to be a paradise and set apart from the rest of the world. Certainly set apart from the horrors of the Wastes. Lethe had been an option, but people there were thirsty for coin and it would have been easy enough for her to track him down. Then again, Ambrose didn't know how she had found him the last time. Still, it had been almost an entire week since he had arrived here and so far, there had been no sign of her at all. Maybe there was hope after all.

    Ambrose had ventured above the valley, settled atop the cliffside overlooking the settlement below. There was a waterfall cascading to his right which provided the village with its main source of water as it coursed from lake to pond to small river twisting and turning through the valley. It was truly beautiful. These were sights he had never appreciated in his youth, but seventy-five years of house arrest did quite a lot to change that. The question, of course, was how long he would stay here for. He didn't know. He didn't know how to be sure it was safe, but going back didn't feel like an option, at least not for some time. Out here, things were better. Her face still haunted the back of his mind, but out here, he at least felt as though he could breathe again.
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  2. Salem

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    Aside from Oz, Salem hadn't sought to kill someone as personally as she was seeking to destroy Ozpin's assistant (or, based on the boy's words, former assistant), however, after attempting to kill him twice only to have him teleport away both times, she found her interest to see him die only growing. After living for so long, very little matters brought her any form of meaningful entertainment, however, knowing that this man would die from her hands and Oz would suffer as a result made it all worth her continued efforts. This one death could easily prove to her millennia long rival that she still possessed the same power and ability to destroy everything he held close in this world, and even if this took three tries to make happen, she would kill Ambrose. Beginning with this one death, she would destroy every flicker of hope Oz still possessed, and others would soon follow.

    She waited, allowing him to gain a semblance of hope for his survival, perhaps letting him believe she had given up on locating him. Of course, she did not wish to concern herself with finding him while he was still running, either, so time was necessary to ensure her third attempt to kill him was successful. She was patient. She had been busy with others matters - finding someone who sought revenge in return for serving her, creating more Grimm, again setting Ozpin on fire after a miserable few hours, dying herself.

    Locating Ambrose was as simple as sending small masses of her Grimm in various directions in hopes of finding the man as quickly as possible, and she eventually gained the knowledge she wished for when a winged Beringel she had sent to the northwest returned, and further research led her to believe Ambrose had retreated to a sanctuary called the Halls of Horizon. It made sense that he would flee to an area she had never before encountered him in or even ventured to, and a sanctuary for peace would be a fitting location for his demise.

    Salem again disguised herself to gain entry under the guise of a humble traveler seeking refuge with soft auburn hair, green eyes, and far more healthily toned skin, refusing to take any chances in locating him. Magic had been something so easily acquired over her years of study, and while she detested hiding her appearance by illusions, now, it was often necessary for gaining what she wished, opposed to the years of having carefully manipulated subordinates to carry through her will while she oversaw everything.

    She wandered almost aimlessly, posture more relaxed than normal in attempt to blend in, and she continued to appear as unassuming as possible as she eventually ventured up to a waterfall. The man had searched for was clearly present, as well as less fearful than she had ever seen him. Calm, even.

    "Hello," she forced a smile, her voice slightly higher, tone quicker than her usual pitch as she walked towards the familiar man, eventually standing beside him and overlooking the village. "It is beautiful here, isn't it?" Her own pain grew as she spoke each word, but catching him utterly off guard was necessary to ensure he would have no escape when she attacked and finally killed him.

     
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  3. Ambrose Spellman

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    A voice pulled him from his thoughts and Ambrose couldn't help the way that he jumped. It wasn't her voice and somehow, he already knew that. He was vividly aware of it, but any voice, high or low, male or female, would have brought aback that kind of reaction, he thought. People didn't sneak up on him. Ambrose was a people watcher, he was distinctly aware of his surroundings. But he had also been off of his game for quite some time now. Distracted. Afraid. He didn't know if calm was the right way to describe him here in the Halls of Horizon because he lived his life feeling paranoid. How could he trust anybody when she could wear the face of another?

    But for the sake of his sanity, he had to try to.

    Turning his head, he took in the kind face of a stranger. A traveler, by the looks of it, and he could have wondered quite a lot of things. Who was she? Was it her first time here? Was she a traveler or had Pandora simply seem fit to drop her off a short ways away? But the only thing Ambrose could bring himself to wonder was what she wanted. To have a chat? Ambrose found that he wasn't much of a chatter these days, but he supposed he could at least try. Even then, though, he watched his with a cautious, guarded expression.

    "Peaceful, even."
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    She strived to remain composed and continue with the illusion masking her true appearance as Ambrose jumped - a curious reaction, but clearly, he was still paranoid for the arrival of someone who would seek to kill him - herself. Regardless of the beauty of this sanctuary compared to the darkness so near on one side and the endless sand on another, he still couldn't entirely escape his fear, yet, for now, Salem allowed him to remain oblivious as to her true identity. The longer she could speak with him and make him believe she was to be trusted, the less successful he would be in attempting to escape.

    "Yes," she nodded, gaze not meeting his eyes and instead overlooking the quiet village beneath them. There were so many below completely oblivious as to her true intentions, and she could so easily kill them all if she wished. However, without the forces she typically had near with her, too many could escape, and word would inevitably spread to more than she wished, which would only hinder her progress. While she did wish to be feared, and whispers of the potential damage she could cause did benefit her in causing fear and divisions in loyalty and tactics, she did not need many to recognize her name and purposefully seek to disrupt her or destroy her Grimm.

    "How did you arrive here?" her falsely emerald eyes met Ambrose's in more closeness than she had ever seen him, and a soft smile remained on her face despite the coldness that couldn't help but reach her gaze despite her attempted warmth. She was not warm, and she could never remember being warm, so it was difficult to falsify such a sensation. "The journey here was quite long, but I must say I already feel greatly rewarded merely from the view," she added as conversationally as she could, clasping her hands behind her back. She would attack him soon, but the more at ease she could make him feel before she eventually struck, the better.

     
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  5. Ambrose Spellman

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    "How?" he murmured, his eyes never leaving her. It was the vast difference between the two of them, she looking out to the village below in the valley while Ambrose refused to look away at all. But she seemed so normal, so genuinely pleased for where she was. A week. An entire week had passed. Surely he didn't need to continue feeling this way. Surely he could let his guard down just a little bit, but that was far easier said than done. "I don't know. Hitchhiking from Lethe and praying not to be murdered on the way." There was a bemused smile there at the corners of his lips, half-hearted compared to how he usually may have reacted to saying such a thing. Ambrose these days felt like a shell of himself.

    "The food and drink is phenomenal here when you compare it to anything else in the Wastes. Hard to want to leave once you've been here a few days." Still, his eyes lingered on her and the longer they did, the more he remembered to breathe. Eventually, Ambrose took a chance and he let himself look away, the peaceful sound of water falling from the cliffside reminding him that he was okay. He was far from anything close to civilization. So was she. So was everybody here. People came to the Halls of Horizon to escape.

    To think, Ambrose had always wanted to escape in some way, shape, or form, and yet here he was, confining himself in this little place. It wasn't as confining as the mortuary had been, but it was still just another form of prison, wasn't it?
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  6. Salem

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    He was truly as oblivious as he had been when Salem first encountered him, so easily trusting of a stranger based solely on their face despite now knowing that she could easily appear however she wished. She could sense the discomfort he felt moments ago so quickly fading simply with the presence of an unassuming strange, and all it took was a few simple words, a face that appeared kind rather than corrupted as it (and she) truly was.

    "Murdered?" she repeated, lifting a brow in feigned concern as she inspected his expression, the faint smile on his lips that didn't seem to reach his eyes. Salem had clearly left him fearful and weary, and even if she had not have sought him again, he would have lived out the remainder of his days undoubtedly fearing for his life. The death she would offer him was but a mercy, saving him from whatever suffering he was currently experiencing.

    "I have yet to try the food, but it would hardly take much to be better than the food anywhere else near," she commented. She certainly didn't plan to try the food or drink here or anywhere else since she did not require any of the sustenance mortals considered a necessity to their survival, nor did she knew how good or bad the food was in the surrounding areas, however, if small talk would relax him, then so be it.

    He finally seemed calm enough, not as jumpy as earlier and likely at his most peaceful state, so now appeared to be the perfect time to strike.

    Unclasping her hands from behind her back, her illusion remained as she summoned shadowy Grimm arms from the ground beneath the man, quickly trailing up to bind his arms, root him to the ground, and tightly cover his mouth to prevent him from muttering whatever incantation he spoke to teleport away. As soon as he seemed sufficiently trapped, Salem allowed her illusion to fall, her skin returning to its natural deathly pallor, the color from her hair completely fading, her light eyes turning to a mixture of dark crimson and black.

    "I warned you of the consequences of continuing to ignore the inevitable," her voice returned to its normal pitch, gaze narrowing. "You caused the death of an innocent man, and more will follow if you again attempt to disappear. I will find you wherever you attempt to hide." Now, she hoped she limited his ability to simply teleport away, but even if he did happen to whisk himself away again, she could find him. Perhaps he could buy himself another week, but it was only temporary.

     
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  7. Ambrose Spellman

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    She sounded curious, but Ambrose didn't find that he was chatty enough in that moment to want to expand on that thought process. He didn't want to talk about himself, about life, about food, about death. As social a creature as he was, there was little he wanted more in that moment than to be by himself. And maybe it wasn't for the best. Maybe it was asking for trouble, but then, to be alone with nobody around you, nobody to hurt you, nobody to watch die, sometimes that was the safest thing that there was in the world. For so many reasons, Ambrose had never feared the dark. He thought he had never feared death either, but placed before it now, he was realizing more and more that this wasn't the case at all. He was a creature of the dark and he was a creature of fear all at once.

    "If you're looking for somebody to chat with," he started, turning his head to let his gaze drift back toward her again. "I'm afraid I'm n--" He stopped himself, staring at her, eyes wide as he noted the movement in the corner there, gaze darting down toward the ground beneath him a second later. Black shadowy arms protruding from the ground, snaking up his arms and grasping hold of them. "Wh--" There wasn't time even as he thrashed, trying to scramble to his feet, to tear away from them. They were strong and he wasn't in any position to fight them off.

    It was her. How could he have been so foolish?

    A hand clasped over his mouth, preventing him from uttering the same incantation which had saved him from a grim fate the last couple of times he had encountered her. Dark eyes wide as he listened to the tell-tale sound of her voice coming closer to him, his gaze flicked toward her, though it was a small movement. Small movements were all he could manage in the grasp of the horrifying creatures holding him tight. Spellwork. Spellwork. Everything that came to mind required the freedom of his hands, the freedom of his lips to speak words, and yet, he couldn't free himself. Panic had found its way into him, had wormed its way right onto his face as he stared at her as he thrashed, as he made his fear known in the sounds of his groans beneath the firm hold of shadowed fingers over his lips.

    For everything that he had sacrificed in his time as a witch, for the name that he had signed away, all he could do was silently wish Michael might come him. Or the Dark Lord, himself. Wouldn't that have been a strange but beneficial turn of events. But Ambrose had never been so lucky. Ambrose had never been favorable in the eyes of the Dark Lord and were he so, there was no doubt in his mind that a trade would have been involved in the saving of his life. A task by the order of the Dark Lord himself.

    Maybe he would have gone through with it, too. Because he was afraid. He was afraid and he did not want to die, but there he sat, there he thrashed, staring death itself in the face.
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    While she could have caused him to suffer prolongedly in his death, to have it be as drawn out and lasting as her pursuit was for him, she still didn't know Ambrose's full potential and if he could possibly escape even without words to aid him. His current fear at the sight of her, increasing as his hands and lips were covered, was notable - the same fear the had before - and despite wishing to revel in it, she knew she needed to kill him now or else risk needing to find him yet again in an even more isolated region, should he escape, and she was tired of searching for someone who should have died long, long ago.

    After all, she still had Oz's reaction to anticipate, to look forward to how broken he would be upon realizing that her ability to harm those he cared for also existed in this world. He seemed to underestimate her ability to go through all lengths to harm those he cared for in this world just as the last, yet, hopefully, this would prove to him just how much she could take.

    With a curl of her hand, she tightened a hand around his throat, intending to suffocate him as quickly as possible and end his life before he could hope to escape, and her gaze remained cold, staring into his panicked eyes as she intended to watch the light left in his fade completely.

     
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    A hand curled around his throat, tightened, and already, he could feel himself fading away as he struggled and struggled to breathe. There was no spell in the world that could help him, no miracle. There was the briefest hope that perhaps Ozpin would come to his senses, that the amount of begging he had done might get through to him, that he might decide that Ambrose was somehow worthy of living. But he knew better than to think that was the case. The sorcerer had had ample opportunity to come to his side, to keep this from being Ambrose's fate. He'd had three chances and each time, he had refused him until the day he had stopped answering entirely, and Ambrose? He'd given up on him. He'd stopped trying. There he had been, thinking he might be worth something in the eyes of somebody he looked up to so very much. So much of his freedom, he felt he had Ozpin to thank for. His comfortable state of mind, he'd had Ozpin to thank for it.

    Everything had changed, but not even that mattered. Not even that mattered because Ambrose knew he was about to die and as skilled as he was in necromancy, there was no power in the world that would save him from this moment, and he had no way of bringing himself back. He knew that. She knew that. He'd told her himself, and if he had only known back then, maybe he could have lied, maybe he could have convinced her that his death would be meaningless.

    Back then, they would have been all words, but now? Now Ambrose thought he even believed it. Who was out there still who might miss him?

    Sabrina. Only Sabrina. His dearest cousin.

    By then, Ambrose had stopped trying. He had accepted his fate, staring up into that cold gaze, red as blood as it stared back. His eyes felt wet, he noted, and it was with Sabrina on his mind that the light left his eyes and he breathed no more.
     
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