The Machine [Open/Accepting]

[Eternal_PrinceOfFire]

"Because I am very close to giving you the beating of your life and you don't want to make me snap. So I suggest you better shape up" Dustin said and dropped Vincent.  

[lil_lollypop1]

((Dustin is kinda brutal, isn't he. I mean, Vincent is just a kid. I'm guessing he's taking some of his frustration towards Damien out on Vincent.))

Vincent slowly began to sit up, shaking. He began to cough, holding his lungs as if it was hard to breath. "Sister..." He muttered as tears started streaming down his face and he kept gasping for breath and coughing.
 

[Eternal_PrinceOfFire]

((Possibly, but the twins are also getting him irate with their attitudes.))


Dustin rubbed his temple with a hand. "Look, I'm sorry for doing that. I usually don't snap like this and I'm sorry if I hurt you. I'm already stressed and you're not helping things. Now if you would just please calm down and just do what we request, everything will be a lot easier" he stated.  

[lil_lollypop1]

((Ahh... true... I'm trying to make Dustin feel bad.))

"Like what?" Vincent snapped with anger as he continued to cry. "Yell at us and torture us more? That's all you've ever done since we got here! I don't care about money or politics or business empires. It's not worth it. I just... I just want my sister. She's all I really got. Everyone else just wants to use us or kill us."  

[Eternal_PrinceOfFire]

((Cuz you're evil? xd ))


Dustin led Vincent over to the bed and had him sit down. Dustin then sat down with him. "Well I never planned this. Personally I'd rather not hold you guys hostage, however we must do whatever we can to try and cause damage to the Diethelmian government. You see, we here don't like what Damien Blackrose has done to the continent and we're trying to make it as difficult as possible for him to achieve his goals. If you're right that you won't be taken back by Diethelm then you can always stay here. We need as many hands as we can" he said. Still, he didn't fully trust that the twins wouldn't turn on them to try and get back to the Empire.  

[lil_lollypop1]

(( . . . I don't think I'm evil. I think I'm adorable! 4laugh ))

"So you just want to use us too... typical..." Vincent muttered, beginning to calm down and stare at the ceiling. "But it doesn't matter. The only reason he won't come after us is because he already has all of our blueprints, which is all he really wanted from us. Just one or two of those being mass produced is enough to take most countries out, and he has plans for 10 over different blueprints that are completed and not ruined. The only reason he'd want us back is to prevent us from making more for someone else. And even then, I'm sure he thinks he could get us back with what he already has before it gets to that point. After all, this country has the most resources and means for producing war machines." Vinecnt replied with vacant eyes as he stared at the ceiling. "If you really wanted to take him down, you'd have to stop the production of war goods. As it is, he's going to start switching soldiers for drones so that labor will drastically increase, and there will be little to no human casualties in the war."  

[Eternal_PrinceOfFire]

"So that's what he plans on, huh? Figures. Damien was always into mechanics. Why should war be any different?" Dustin said. He then lay back on the bed, which had all the sheets torn off thanks to Vincent. "Though to get resources for those machines, he'll need to conquer Helmshire, and that's where we come in. Currently we're aiding Helmshire with the fight against Diethelm but we also sneak into the Empire to do some damage, either attacking a government facility or breaking out a concentration camp" he stated. He then looked at Vincent. "Would you and your sister consider staying here?" he asked.  

[lil_lollypop1]

"Does it really matter?" Vincent asked almost lifelessly. "You're going to keep us here weather we like it or not, unless you decide to sell us back to Diethelm."  

[Eternal_PrinceOfFire]

Dustin sat up. "Yeah, it doesn't seem right, but during war sometimes drastic actions need to be made. Though with your designs you might be able to help out Helmshire. I could introduce you to the king and prime minister. Really it's all up to what our leader decides what to do" Dustin said.  

[lil_lollypop1]

"See? In the end, we really don't get a choice." Vincent replied. "Can I see my sister now?"  

[Eternal_PrinceOfFire]

Dustin sighed and stood up. "Alright. Come with me" he said and walked over to where Valkyrie was being held. He took out his keys and unlocked the door to that room as well.  

[lil_lollypop1]

Vincent followed behind Dustin and looked inside the now open room. He then saw his sister shaking in the corner of the destroyed room. "Valkyrie!" he called, running into the room while holding his lungs.
"V-Vincent" Valkyrie stuttered, quickly jumping up and running to him. They hugged each other, crying tears of happiness.
"I- I was so scared." Valkyrie stuttered.
"Me too..." Vincent muttered.
"Vincent? ... you're not ok..." She stuttered with alarm, touching his chest as he breathed heavily.
"I think I broke a few ribs earlier." He muttered. "I- I'll be fine." he muttered.
"No you won't." She replied. "This is my fault. I landed on you."
"It's no big deal. You didn't get your head cracked open." he replied.
"Still, that's not good. It could crush your lungs." Valkyrie muttered, worried.  

[snuggle89]

(( sorry sorry ^^; i actually completley forgot >.<;...))

Saiyu fished the communicator form her pocket and jammed it into her ear, her free hand still rubbing at her temple as she flicked the on switch and tried to locate Shadow.
"s..shadow?" Saiyu flicked through the frequancys quickly, her head still pressed tightly to her knees.  

[lil_lollypop1]

Shadow, hearing her communicator go off, quickly picked it up. "Hello?" She asked.  

[Ayame-Yuura]

"Wah? Oh!" Zil said, waking up in a startled way in the conference room. He had been contemplating what to say to the absolute leader or which mode to contact him about the twins when the drowsiness of days of fielf work got to him. He contacted Dustin, "What's going on?" He sounded rather sleepy, with a few slurs here and there. "Is it the twins? Oh, just treat them well. And leave them alone when they throw tantrums. That's the plan"

Monica moved back, rather surprised as her cheeks began to turn a shade of rosy pink. "Chief... general?" She began to say slowly, not having expected that kiss even if it was on the forehead.

((OOC: ))