Red Sands - [ On Indefinite Hiatus/Closed ]

[Hat-tori]

"That's ******** right, I won't!" Dreanin roared. "And neither will you. Sugarbomb! Tell her you're okay! Let her hear you!" he called, grunting as the impacts rained on him. He turned to Buster.
"Then help me." he said. "Because I'll be ******** if I let what happened to Ayda happen to anyone else!"

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You're making a mistake.
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Do as you please. Just know you're making a helpless girl very lonely.

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Sera was crying. Low, quiet sobs.

[Roaven]

"Yeah, ******** great." Cayden replied, opening his eyes and standing up, glancing at her when she appeared. He wasn't angry at her, he doubted she had gotten it any better than them, save for the lack of a collar on her, but things were rapidly going to pieces and he had no idea what he could possibly do about it. "I don't know if she can function without that book..." He started, nodding to Sera. "She just lost an artifact of incredible sentimental value to her, and we've got collars on that may or may not explode at any given point." He sighed, slumping back down and shaking his head. "Sorry." He added, frowning. "I don't imagine there's any chance you're here to remove the collars?" He asked, closing his eyes once more and waiting for whatever it was the magic girl who had captured them wanted. He was probably right about the collars being a form of compulsion, though how they would decide when to detonate them was beyond him. Maybe she had a wire on her? "Actually, I'd rather get my gear back first. Know where it's being kept?"

[Livian DoUrden]

Leiera looked at Auriele and shook her head. "At the moment yes everyone's alright. Does it look good? Hell. No." Leiera replies and tugs on his shirt in the direction Dante was and in the opposite direction of the battle, going to wait it out and she tugged on Auriele suggesting they do something else. "Their deaths sit with that fox and I think Hans is going to try and put her down so we don't need to be around when explosions and firearms happen even though they are our comrades at the moment, the guy is willing to die to try and save her...." Miss Red finishes and looks at the wing on Aurie's back and walks down the hall a bit more not wanting to witness either tragedies. On the one hand the female vixen is going to fall and Dreanin will be sad...or the vulpine kill Dreanin and realize the mistake and snap out of it...regardless she didn't see both of them making it out alive. Miss Red felt like she tried her hardest, but nothing could be done at this moment but to look after those who wished to live.

Leiera on the one hand was very damn well pleased Aurie was blind for she was busy wrapping her face back up for it made her feel comfortable. Her hat had been tangled in with her scarf and if Auriele had looked towards her face with his sight 4 glowing blue marks, (two under each ear) on her skin right under her ears could be seen like the magic she had used left their mark already on her face.

[Infernal Steel]

Dante
Dante watched as Dreanin fought with the lupine beast, and he knew that he wanted to fight it. He saw Leiera pulling Auriele over to his direction and got between them and the beast if anything was directed towards them. He blanked out a little since he used his magic and noticed Hans and Buster along with them. Knowing that if Dreanin lost to the beast, he'd have to protect them.

Although he didn't know what kind of skills his group had, he wanted to make sure no harm came to them, he didn't like lifes lost in his company, and he would try his hardest not to get them entangled in their fight. For the time being, he let Dreanin fight the beast himself, hoping that it would not be his life to be lost today.

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~O.O.C~ {I'll be back on steadily from now on}

[Livian DoUrden]

:: Glad to see you around Infernal heart ::

[Infernal Steel]

(( Thanks emotion_bigheart lol ))

[jazzknh1]

Jazz is still slumped upon the ground, seething with indignation when the cell door opens. But upon Lyra's return, the slender mocha swordswoman is getting in the paladin's face. There is something about the way her eyes burn and narrow to cat like slits, that reminds one of who Jazzel's grandmother is.

"I want...my guitar back." She sure seems set on that thing. If Lyra's reading this girl right, Jazz is the most likely to try and tear this place up to reclaim what's hers. Might wanna calm her down, or at least remind her that she has explosives strapped to her throat.

[AnCatDubh]

"Not quite what I was expecting, but..." Fletcher murmurs with a shake of his head. Odd that the Fae would leave a message like that. Well, it at least answered that there shouldn't be any other surprises hiding behind locked doors that should remained locked. Hmm...well, might as well see what else he can download from here and scrounge from the office before joining up with the others. First though, time to see if he can make things a little easier on them, so he starts scrolling through the security options to see what is and isn't enabled and disable the important stuff to get out of their way.

[WaterproofFade-Proof]

Auriele James Witwick

Auriele nodded numbly not wanting to hear anything terribly gruesome. Shuddering slightly he followed Red's insistent tugging. She clearly didn't want to be there. He could only hope that nothing would happen to his three comrades while they were gone. The female on the other hand had been intent on killing them so it wasn't for him to be terribly devastated by her death if it did occur. He'd need those nail he had thrown into her back eventually if it was possible. That meant potentially having to root through a corpse... or best case scenario asking the good doctor if he had pulled anything from the strange mechanical being.

He could hear red Shuffling with her clothing next to him as they walked to a more or less quiet area of the hall. They could probably hear that infernal polka and the sounds of fighting but they were harder to focus in on.

[Aurelus LaCrois]

Assaulted by questions and the sounds of sobbing, Lyra didn't know which way to turn first, as the mocha female very nearly climbed the walls with frustration, she gazed directly back into her eyes, trying to calm the situation.

"Please, just calm down. I'm not in any position to make demands, they're threatening to kick me out, but we'ge got a chance, they gave me a mission, a chance for you to prove yourselves too."

Likely the first one to look so closely at the female's eyes, she would find that strange opalescent sheen that caused her irises to bear both a blue and pink colour was most certainly not natural, and that the female had obviously been under the influence of magic before.

"Yes they are explosive, but they won't go off at any minute, only if you try to run or cause trouble. The footlocker was probably taken to the armoury, so I'll try there."

Unsure just how to comfort the little one, she then disengaged from jazz and walked over to crouch beside her, placing a gauntlet upon her head.

[Hat-tori]

Sera looked up at her, her face a mess of tears.
"They were my friends. They're gonna... They're gonna... I don't know what they'll do." she whimpered. "I don't know if Legion can be killed. But leaving him alone... It's almost worse. I don't know how they expect us to prove ourselves without our equipment. All I have is two spells!" she barks, not at Lyra, but in the supposed direction of Revanne. "They're sending you to die, you realize. With underarmed and underequipped people on the edge of emotion. They... want you... us... to die."

[Roaven]

Cayden watched them with a frown, shaking his head. He could understand where she was coming from with that theory, but he didn't agree with it. "If they wanted us to die, they wouldn't waste their time." He pointed out. He wasn't sure they expected them to succeed, but had they been intended to die they would have never woken up, he imagined. He stood and walked over to the door, stepping outside and glancing around the hallway before turning back to the inside of the cell. He wasn't sure how to comfort Sera, but he knew that they certainly would have to. He looked at Jazz, checking to see how angry she was, only hoping that she didn't do anything that would get his collar set off, and trying to figure out how to placate her and calm Sera enough for them to get the mission done, whatever it was, so they could get the damned collars off. Assuming that Revanne didn't just kill them when they were no longer useful, which he would admit was a distinct possibility.

[Project Whitewash]

Aurelus LaCrois & Hat-tori & jazzknh1 & Roaven

Of course, Revanne would have to be some kind of a fool, to give them their weapons back INSIDE the bunker when she already didn't trust them, wouldn't she? And so she didn't. The footlocker had been brought into the Armory... Briefly. However, once everything was inspected and certain items were kept in Blue Shield's armory, the footlocker had been placed right back outside, waiting for them to LEAVE the bunker and thus be all but unable to hurt anyone in it before they were given weapons again.

Of course, Jazzel had been outright TOLD that she wouldn't be getting the guitar back, so it was no surprise that it wasn't there.

... But, shockingly enough, Sera's book has been returned to it.

Hat-tori & Livian DoUrden & WaterproofFade-Proof & Infernal Steel

"Huh? Me? Oh! ... Of course I'm fine! Sorry I've been quiet, I've been trying to figure out how to get the food extruders to make a cake~" Sugarbomb squeaked over the intercom, happily. "This'll be the first time I get to meet my big sister! And with new friends! I can't wait for you all to get down here~" the voice announced. "So play nice, okay?" she added, sweetly.

And THAT gave Saltrim pause. ... However, as volatile as she was, after what she had been made to be, salvaging this would require a VERY delicate choice of words. The wrong thing and she would be irreparable.

Buster and Hans both didn't dare say a word, wary of being seen by her as interfering.

AnCatDubh

********, wouldn't it just ******** figure?!

The moment that Fletcher filed into that option, the screen took on a hellish, crimson glow, and began to crackle to life, violently.

[Hat-tori]

Dreanin relaxed.
"You and Sugarbomb can't stay here forever. You're eventually going to run out of supplies. We can get more outside. I know places where you and Sugarbomb can be safe - safer than here. Please. Help us." he said gently. "Fight the monster inside you - it wants to kill Sugarbomb by forcing you both to stay here. Come with us, and she will be safe."

He paused.

"Uhm, Sugarbomb, considering everything that's happened, I would not trust the food extruders if I were you."

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Sera sighed, standing.
"We should leave in any case." she mumbled. "You need our help, r-right?"

[jazzknh1]

Jazz all but storms out of their cell, too angry to care about Sera's distress or to apologize to Lyra for getting angry at her when she couldn't stop anything.

The shame of losing her father's weapon is only making it worse.

What an IDIOT I am! To think for a moment that she could trust these people. What the Hell had she been thinking?! For her impudence, for her desire to see the Legendary Blue Shield, Jazz had gotten explosives strapped to all their throats.

She rips open the foot locker, grabs her things and sword in hand, runs it through the metal storage locker all the way to the hilt. Knuckles turn white against the pearly handle of Layla and Jazz cries bitterly, even as she begins to curse Revanne silently and sinisterly in her native tongue.