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Post by Richter Abend on Jul 26, 2012 15:18:02 GMT -6
“To be honest,” began Richter, a small sigh escaping from his lips, “I was hoping we could finish our conversation with Captain Saint.” The commander rubbed his chin as he turned his gaze towards the closed door. “However, it looks like he’s gotten a bit sidetracked.” It was quiet outside now. No doubt the guards had managed to deal with the orange haired trouble maker, but it seems that during whatever had transpired, the captain had forgotten his present guests. He could always come back tomorrow, but as Richter wasn’t really one to want to put off such a simply accomplished task. Right now, though, it didn’t seem he had much of a choice unless he wanted to wait in this office for an undetermined amount of time, and that option didn’t really appeal to the commander either. His time could be spent much more productively.
“The armorer would make a good first stop,” said Richter, deciding on their next course of action. “The quicker we get you out of your ‘official’ armor, the better.” He then paused, looking down at himself, giving a couple tugs on his own clothes as he did. “And if we’re going, I could use a new set of armor too. I’d have to imagine a bodyguard of my status would wear more than just a jacket and a cape.” Richter wouldn’t admit it, but he was beginning to feel a bit disappointed about the melting down of the armor Mavick had gotten forged for him. It had been light, strong, and mobile, and fighting in it had provided him a feeling of invincibility he didn’t typically get when taking numerous slash wounds to the arms, legs, and chest. That, and its high quality and bright red color had also given him a professional look he wouldn’t have normally associated himself with before wearing it for the first time. He had kind of liked that.
Perhaps Clair felt the same way? It would explain a little more her reluctance to the whole disguise plan. That could just be him though. He imagined her reasons were less petty than a passing feeling of importance.
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Hiro
Rogue
I love stealing, I love taking things.
Posts: 216
Profession: Professional ladies man
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Hiro on Jul 26, 2012 18:57:00 GMT -6
Hiro sighed, it seemed as if the children wasn't listening. "Hell if I know when we're getting out. I think I heard somebody say 3 days till the event starts, we'll know when that crowd thins out. You might want to get comfortable and used to being hungry, if they're anything like Etruria's captial prison you're not going to eat much." Hiro looked at the two, they seemed to be settling down, good. He looked down at the cuffs, oh so how uncomfortable they were... What wouldn't he do to take them off right now, but it would expose the fact he has keys and those two would ruin any chance of escape if they found them.
Hiro walked towards a corner of the cell, leaned against it and slid down and sat on the ground. He lowered his head as he spoke "Wake me if they bring some grub."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jul 27, 2012 16:10:59 GMT -6
"I'd like to see some of the streets too. Some of the stores and the population.... More than I can from the sky." She ignored the part about getting her out of her official armor. She'd deal with that when the time came. as to the armor she'd have commissioned, she already had a concept in her mind of what she would have crafted. It wasn't often, but there had been times where she wished she'd been able to move quietly and unseen. Something the bright white plates she wore made difficult in most situations. It wasn't overly loud, but the white practically brought every eye to it in the dark of night. Not always a bad thing when bolstering a wavering front of soldiers. The new set would be black though, and made of leather. Less iconic, but serviceable in ground and night situations.
"Well, if you want to finish your conversation with the Captain...." Honestly, they had the cards in their court. Politeness shouldn't prevent them from exercising authority when they needed something taken care of. Clair turned quickly and hooked one of the armored soldiers passing by. "Hey. Did you hear him? Go get Captain Saint. There's more he needs to hear." The Falcoknight's voice started off peaceful enough, but took on a bit more edge as she saw him turn and look at her with doubt and annoyance. Eventually, his gaze registered the make of her armor though, and he started to think he ought to get moving.
"Is it in your job description to dawdle? Get a move on!" He did. That was another reason she valued her armor.
"Your lack of armor should have already been dealt with, in my opinion." Clair answered to Richter, nodding to the lack of protection Richter displayed. "I use light armor because it's easier to stay atop Corona, but you're wide open Commander."
It was only a few minutes before Captain Saint came down the hall, looking none too thrilled at being summoned, but something else about him seemed relaxed. Behind him, a pair of guards were helping a bloodied man towards the door.
[Teal]"Give him the usual fine, and remind him what awaits the next time he wastes my time with drunk and disorderly conduct."[/Teal] Saint growled over to the guards, but Clair could have sworn she saw a flash of a grin before he turned back to face them. It was a bit unnerving reintroduced this way.
[Teal]"You're a very popular man, Commander. He dropped your name when I found him. Tried to convince me you wanted him to test my people. Know anything about that?"[/Teal]
The Captain's face was inscrutable, as he looked at the threesome still standing in his lobby, Idly flexing a fist to the crackling sound of his knuckles.
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Jul 31, 2012 13:49:26 GMT -6
Tuatara sat down in the corner from earlier. Well this stinks. Aparently we're just sitting now, he thought. Man, Aeros isn't gonna save me this time. Wait, what am I talking about? That was the point of this little quest, wasn't it? To be able to take care myself. That's what I decided in the desert. Though I'm not sure I signed up for waiting. I've always hated waiting. Manis always.... He frowned at the thought. Hehe, Manis always did tease me about that.
Tuatara grinned, and leaned back against the wall. Come to think of it, I still don't know what he's up to. Probably has a wife by now. Maybe some kids. Who knows, maybe he became an adventurer! He was quite the swordsman. Who knows.... hopefully he's not too mad about me leaving. Though I didn't really have a choice.
Pausing his thoughts, Tuatara looked to see if there was any food. Nope. Well, anyway, like I said who knows? I doubt he'd care that much. Then again we were close... he switched direction, not wishing to think of it anymore. Wherever Aeros is, I sure hope he's ok. There sure is a lot of dangerous stuff out there.
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Mel
Thief
Posts: 187
Profession: Professional Asshole
Affiliation: Bandits and Tiger and Bears, OH MY!
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Mel
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Post by Mel on Jul 31, 2012 18:48:01 GMT -6
Mel shifted to get more comfortable in her position being careful not to get too lax in her defenses. As much as she openly disagreed with it she had to consider the possibility of being stuck here for a far longer than desirable. It was a hope that the city being overcrowded as it was would keep her safe a bit longer.
Without a doubt she would break out as soon as she possibly could, even sooner if she had an opening. Yet at this time it would be best to rest and keep herself in good condition to make a break for it at any moment. She rested her head on her knees and closer her eyes as relaxed as she would allow herself to get in such a position. Slowly she drifted off to sleep a slight ache in her neck from the way she was curled up.
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Marcus
Manakete
Dragon Reborn
Hell and back is a long way to go, but my journey's only begun.
Posts: 176
Profession: Wanderer
Affinity: Dark
Dragon Element: Lightning
Profile: Marcus
OoC Alias: Marc
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Post by Marcus on Jul 31, 2012 22:18:00 GMT -6
Marcus nodded in agreement. He had found the commander's lack of armor slightly off-setting. In his current condition, it would be simple for an assassin's blade or arrow to find him and end his life in a heartbeat. As much as Marcus wanted to think that the guise they had come up with would be enough to hide Richter, he would need some new armor, and perhaps a helmet, to hide that distinctive face and pink hair. However, he would save that for when they sought out a blacksmith. For now, there were more pressing matters.
When Captain Saint approached them, Marcus stayed quiet until the mention of Tuatara. Marcus had recognized him as the man who had helped break him from his Etrurian captives. Perhaps it's time to repay that debt, Marcus thought with a smirk. Before Richter could respond to Saint's query, the dragon stepped forward. "Actually, this was my doing. I hired Tuatara to probe your security to make sure this would be a secure location for the Commander. I can see now that it is. I would have spoken up sooner, but I wanted to see how you would react to such intrusion. Now that his job has been finished, I would appreciate it if Tuatara was released from prison."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 2, 2012 4:03:01 GMT -6
Lyrt was still trying to get a good view of what was going on down in the arena when she heard a disgruntled voice sounding out behind her. "Exciting matches?" she chirped up confused glancing over her shoulder at the man behind her. "There is nothing exciting..." she said softly staring at him in confusion. Hitting him the head? Her hands were nowhere near there, how was that even possible? Yet his voice sounded disgruntled, it was obvious that there must be some reasonable reason for him to feel so.
"I... apologize, I sincerely do! I had no intentions to bother you in any way and I beg for your forgiveness!" The sacaen bowed her head to the man she had disturbed glancing up at him curiously. There was something familiar yet she was unable to understand where it was stemming from. His dress and posture was sacaen, yet his hair was a bright blue, even more so than her own. If she had ever met another person so similar to herself she was sure she would have remembered him.
When addressed by the crimson haired man that stood beside the other she stared up in a slight confusion. People were speaking of? Her? Was Jya looking for her? Or was her brother here in this city and asking after her? "I...am unsure" she replied hesitantly after a few moments thought "what was said about the woman you speak of?"
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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 2, 2012 10:00:45 GMT -6
"Agreed," replied Richter, his voice trailing off in thought as Clair repeated the obvious. Perhaps it was the fact that he had fought so long with minimal armor on his person, but Richter thought of armor more in terms of what it could provide him rather than what he lacked without it. He didn't feel vulnerable when not clad in iron, doubly so due to the impressive, if not dubious, healing ability his Damonzahn, as he had come to call it, possessed. However, he understood Clair's concerns, and over the past few weeks had come to acknowledge the immense threat to his own health that the world actually posed. One was far more careful when they were as worried about their own person as their were the well being of their cause.
It was then that the captain came back into the room, growling orders to his guards, before turning to Richter and addressing him with the situation. Apparently the red-headed thief had claimed a relationship with him. Really? There was something about the kid that seemed familiar, but the Ilian commander had not hired any thief to test Captain Saints security.
But before Richter could speak up, Marcus made known that he had been the one to plan the intrusion. He could hardly say he was overjoyed by the matter, though.
"I don't know," muttered Richter, crossing his arms in front of him and turning to Marcus. "Maybe we should leave him in there, give him a life lesson or two." His gaze became a bit more reprimanding, but not nearly to the point that he imagined Clair's would in response to Marcus's latest exercise of free will. "After all, I'm not sure I necessarily want to be associated with such a bumbling oaf."
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Aug 2, 2012 22:16:44 GMT -6
Clair about choked when Marcus spoke up, claiming responsibility for the intruder, but she managed to stifle her reaction... for the most part. The dragon had only just rejoined them. Just, as in he'd rejoined them on the steps of this very building. It was completely possible that Marcus had done just as he said, before rejoining them. She had a hard time picturing it though. She gave a sharp look in the dragon's direction, but she would get to the bottom of it later. In the meantime, she wondered what they were in for now. How would this affect them?
Captain Saint's face twisted into a frown again as he heard Marcus, no doubt incensed by the intrusion, and how the thief had come in and started clowning around. All thanks to the blond... child! He was unsure of the precise relationship this youngster had with Commander Abend, but he hadn't liked his attitude since they'd met. Abend at least knew how to stay out of the way. The others seemed more meddlesome.
He took a moment to analyze the differing reactions, before speaking.
[teal]"Did you also order the thefts he committed outside, shortly before entering here?"[/teal] William's voice resonated in the confines of the room, though he didn't raise his voice. Its deep rough quality just had a way of grounding down the other noise in the area.
So he actually had been caught red handed. Clair had been thjnking on the name that Marcus had mentioned, and she remembered who it was. He had helped them before. Quite a bit, in fact. That complicated things. Captain Saint had every right to hold Tuatara. A thief was still a thief. Even if he had useful skills. She felt her own face sour. Now Marcus had connected them to all of this. They would definitely be having a talk later.
"What did he take?" Clair sighed, getting involved.
[teal]"We're still working on that, actually. We have guards posted on the roofs around the gates, and some bottlenecks though, and a couple of men watched his thievery before making their way down after him. I have no idea why he would come here into the guard station though. It's like he wanted to get caught."/teal]
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Marcus
Manakete
Dragon Reborn
Hell and back is a long way to go, but my journey's only begun.
Posts: 176
Profession: Wanderer
Affinity: Dark
Dragon Element: Lightning
Profile: Marcus
OoC Alias: Marc
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Post by Marcus on Aug 3, 2012 10:52:50 GMT -6
Marcus chuckled at the Captain's response. "Of course I did! I had to test some of the routes that the commander would be traveling after all. I must say, you have set up your security very well. I have no doubt that your men will do their best to keep the commander safe. I also trust that you will see the belongings that have been taken returned to their proper owners. Give them this as well," Marcus added, pulling out a small purse of gold, "for their troubles."
The dragon could see the irritation growing on the captain's face. While he had been having fun messing with the man, Marcus felt a little guilty or all the trouble he and his men would have to go through. "You can keep a little bit of that for yourself, as well. I would have sent word ahead of time, but I wouldn't have been able to analyze your security as well as I did if you had known what was going to happen. Sorry for all the confusion."
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Aug 3, 2012 16:09:49 GMT -6
"So, we're back to square one, are we?" a familiar voice said.
Tuatara turned his head to the side, finding Your Mom's big old face right in his. "Ah!" he said, scrambling to his feet. "That was uncalled for mister!" he straightened up, pointing at the hallucination, a peculiar look on his face. "And just what do you think you're doing here for? I'm not on the verge of death, eating spinach or taking a nap! So what on earth are you doing?"
"Your bored," Your Mom said, grinning.
"Bored? Ha, a likely story. I bet your a spy! Who sent you, huh? Let's see, your a hallucination. Therefore, my mind is projecting you. Hmm... give me a hint."
"Egg," Your Mom said, still sitting on the floor, leaning back on his arm.
"Chicken! Duck!..." Tuatara yelled, beginning to yell. He had totally forgotten that he wasn't alone.
"Turkey!..."
"Cow, beans, potato, ha, I got you! You were sent by an evil Turkaducken who's best friend is a cow, who eats beans and name is Potato," Tuatara said, stopping. And then he frowned. "Wait a darn tootin' second, I thought we-"
"You..."
"-I had decided these shenanigans were over!" Tuatara said, eying Your Mom. He shrugged. "What is your game old man? Hmm? Confusing me like that? It's almost as..." There was clang on the door.
"Hey, shut up in there," A guard said. Tuatara whirled around. "What's with all the racket?"
"Uhh," Tuatara said, a dumb look in his face. "Oh, ya, I was wondering, could we have some food? I think the guy in the corner passed out or something. Maybe some water for the girl, she looks dehydrated."
The guard eyed him. "What are you trying to pull, they're both asleep! " He turned to leave.
"Wait, no really, I'm just hungry. I thought if I feint their sickness it'd be easier to get food," Tuatara said quickly. "Come on, you can even bring some friends. You wouldn't let your own children starve, would you? So why let us poor mislead people go hungry?"
The man stopped a moment as if to think. "Fine, I'll see what I can do," The guard said, turning back around. "I can't guarantee anything." He called a couple of names and said something to two men who answered. A few minutes they showed up with some bread and water.
"Here, take it before I change my mind," the guard said, slipping it through the food hole.
Once the guard had left, Tuatara sighed, his back against the wall now, and sank to the ground. What just happened?
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Aug 4, 2012 12:26:30 GMT -6
Clair's reaction to Marcus claiming to have hired the thief to steal things for their purposes was much more intense than the previous reaction she'd managed to dampen had been.
"What!?" The young woman's eyes widened as the younger of the men finished speaking. It would be lying to say that William wasn't beginning to feel anger rising at events, but there was something else here too. A sense of a minor disconnect between them all. The girl's reactions had been the easiest to read so far. She didn't seem as concerned with hiding her feelings, and as a result she either gave off the strongest impressions, or merely had the strongest impressions on the subjects being dealt with. She'd behaved herself so far, but such an open response promised storms to come.
Clair, for her part, didn't think of her actions as misbehaving at all. Her eyes flashed angrily as her face twisted from simple displeasure to open anger. However indirectly, he was trying to link her to thievery through this encounter. Something she carried a special hatred for, because of her life growing up in Ilia. She'd seen people ruined by bandits and brigands who preyed on the people and caravans of the nort, stealing and slaughtering as they went. The dragon had crossed a line here, and she was going to uncross it.
"Marcus, I think you had better just leave. The longer you stay here, the more trouble you'll be in later." There was a heat burning behind her voice which combined remarkably well with the icy expression on her face. Small arcs of lightning crackled up and down the haft of that golden spear of hers, but were abruptly cut off as a smidgen of her anger was directed at the weapon to lock it down.
Watching this turn of events almost made it worth all the frustration and headache William was going to have to deal with. It looked like everyone was having a bit of that right about now.
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Post by Richter Abend on Aug 5, 2012 15:56:35 GMT -6
"Clair, calm down," said Richter as he noticed the lighting lance gripped in the pegasus rider's hand spark with emotion. From what he had noticed, the weapon seemed to flare up with Clair's emotions. It made the expressive woman even easier to read than she already was. Clair had probably already noticed the side-effect herself, but Richter noted that she'd need to work on keeping her anger out of the lance. Well, if she cared, anyway.
To be honest, Richter couldn't get very angry at Marcus. He wanted to, as this was a clear breach of authority and protocol, but considering the fact that Richter was typically pretty averse to usual protocol himself, the commander couldn't work up much of an ire. The dragon's stunt sounded exactly like something he would have done years previous. In fact, during one of his handful of stints as a bodyguard in Etruria, the pink haired Ilian had once drawn his sword on his employer in the middle of a business meeting. Richter had picked up a couple of hints that the other part was planning on betraying his employer, and had done so to draw out said malicious intent. Fortunately for him, the would be assassin had spoken up immediately, incensed that he might lose his contract to another hire, and exposed the plot. Even so, however Richter had still been fired immediately after receiving his pay. Apparently people didn't like having swords waved in their faces by their bodyguards.
But not wanting to contradict his deputy commander, as she had a perfectly reasonable reason to be angry, Richter remained silent. Clair had made a threat, not given an order, and the commander didn't see a need to give one himself. Marcus could either choose to listen, or he could choose not to. Richter was interested to see which one it would be.
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Marcus
Manakete
Dragon Reborn
Hell and back is a long way to go, but my journey's only begun.
Posts: 176
Profession: Wanderer
Affinity: Dark
Dragon Element: Lightning
Profile: Marcus
OoC Alias: Marc
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Post by Marcus on Aug 6, 2012 18:10:58 GMT -6
Marcus' hands clench into fists. Clair's reaction had come as a total surprise to him, and he had been thrown off guard for a moment. A few short months ago, the dragon would have backed down in an instant after being berated by the Deputy Commander, but his time away from the army had changed him. He had made a decision and he was going to follow it through to the end. Closing his eyes, he blew out a frustrated breath. He could tell that he was going to be in trouble for this one, but he would deal with the consequences later.
"Deputy Commander," Marcus started, opening his eyes and meeting Clair's glare with his own unflinching stare. "I understand that you might find my methods detestable, but I assure you that they were for the good of the Commander, not for some personal gain. The stolen items were to be returned upon the completion of the job and the targets compensated for their troubles." He sighed and looked away from Clair. Clearly this wasn't getting him anywhere. She was as stubborn as he was and causing anymore of a scene would just make things worse.
Without looking back at her, Marcus continued, "If you wish me gone, however, I will take my leave. When you are finished here, I expect to have my associate sent to me, unmolested and unharmed." Marcus nodded to the Captain, as well as Richter and turned toward the door. "When you need me, I'll be in the marketplace." With that, he moved to the door and stepped outside quickly. Spotting a nearby bench, he sat down to clear his head for a few minutes before moving on to the marketplace.
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Wyatt
Hero
The Volcano
How can someone win if winning means that someone loses?
Posts: 463
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Post by Wyatt on Aug 7, 2012 11:07:01 GMT -6
This was going badly.
Wyatt had been on the defensive the entire fight, which made sense. He had range, so his opponent didn't want to give him any time to bring that range and power to bare. The swordsman was quite skilled, and Wyatt was having a very difficult time dodging all of his blows. Once or twice the blade stuck home, cutting into his leathers and leaving a fresh wound. But the wounds were more surface then anything really dangerous, just another few scars he figured.
[blue]"Are you gonna fight back? Or just jump around?"[/blue] He asked Wyatt, as the roars from the crowd increased. At least he was giving a good show.
Wyatt just chuckled. [red]"If you're scared, you can always give up."[/red] He suggested with a half grin.
The swordsman growled at being mocked, and went to make a powerful stab. That was going to hurt if it hit...a lot. But, he was leaping at him...in the air. He couldn't change direction easily, which meant this was the best time to strike.
[red]Patience...stay calm. You'll get one shot at this, and if you miss he'll see what you're doing, and that'll be it. Line it up and...now![/red] Wyatt swung with all of his might, his maul coming around full force as the man jumped in. Unfortunately, it seemed like it would fall short, and finish it's arc before he was in range. As the swordsman's thrust went forward, the sounds filling the area in that one moment told more then peoples eyes did.
The roaring of the crowd, the shouting of the swordsman, these were both loud, but the deciding sound was the metal or metal clash, and the sound of metal failing, snapping, and embedding itself into one of the arena walls.
It was the shattered hilt of a sword that ran into Wyatt's gut, which lacked the piercing power to do anything besides shove him slightly. The crowd was silent for a brief moment, confused to what had happened, until eyes were drawn to the other half of the sword that was stuck in the wall, still shaking from it's flight.
Wyatt, for his point, set the maul down so he could hold it one handed with a sigh. [red]"Wow...really glad that worked."[/red] He breathed out, catching his breath.
The arena was still silent, clearly stunned from the upset.
[green]"T-The young man is the winner."[/green] The announcer spoke, just as stunned as everyone else. And that was the signal, it seemed, for the crowd to burst into cheers.
Now THAT was a fight!
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