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 Posted: Mon Jun 29, 2009 8:47 pm
Lucien Scoffed and followed behind. "Better than this stark raving hell." He looked around him as they started leaving towards the coast at the towering mechanical skyscrapers.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 11:48 am
Mike hobbled over to the forsaken little boat. Mike noticed it had two masts - The main mast and the fore mast. He wondered how far the boat had traveled without sails and how. He shook his head. He had to get out of here before anyone showed up for their ship. Mike hopped in the boat, hurting most of himself in the process, and dumped his pack and leather jacket on the floor. Opening the lip of the pack, he jabbed his good arm into it, and tore out a wrapped up blanket. Mike looked up at the main mast. He would have to stretch the blanket, or tie his blanket and jacket together, but it might work for a few miles, and since the moon wasn't full, the tides wouldn't give him a lot of problems.
Things seemed to be looking good.
Mike tied one corner of his blanket to the boom and, making sure it was as tight as he could possibly manage, tied another end of his blanket to the gooseneck. Then, started to climb up part of the mast. This part was tricky, since this mast was so skinny, but at least it was short. Sadly though, Mike still couldn't really function his one arm. Grimacing, he held the last edge of the blanket in that hand. Curling his fingers was excruciating, but then he used his good arm and all his weight to climb the pole. Still, every time he scooted up the mast sent him so much pain, he had his breath taken away, almost sliding back down the mast a few times. He would have to stop on the pole, which took more effort to use his strength to stay on, and then continue onward and upward.
Finally reaching the top of the mast, he found the tie. Delicately, he pulled on the corner of the blanket as hard as he could so he could see how loose the sail could be and how much he had to tie with. Then, as best as he could manage, he tied the last edge of the material as tight as he could. Mike had done it. He made a sail out of a ratty blanket and a broken arm. Sighing with relief, he slid down the mast, and bounced off the deck. He wasn't going to fiddle with the fore-mast. He grumbled, knowing it might have been easier tying the mast first before the spar or gooseneck. But then he imagined the mast coming loose after he already tied it...
He was glad that he did things his way.
Mike exhaled, looking over the nearly pitch black horizon. In order to get past the breakers, he'd need an oar. Leaping from the boat, sand rising up between his toes, he sought out to find a good sized piece of driftwood.
It was hard to see anything in the dark of the night, but after about twenty or so minutes of combing the beach, Mike found a jackpot of driftwood. A lot of them were large logs, but Mike found a stash of skinny pieces he could use. He only chose one, since the other pieces were so distorted and crooked. They were also a LOT heavier. Mike raced back to the boat as fast as he could. Every step hurt, but it was worth it, getting out of this city.
Mike threw his new makeshift oar into the boat, then started to push the boat out of the sand and into the ocean. Once it was floating, he sloshed through the freezing water and leaped into the boat, landing on his bad arm and cursing. Mike almost let out a sigh of relief, of victory, but he had to get past the breakers first.
This would be the hardest part. Mike looked at his watch. The whole ordeal had taken him an hour and a half since he'd woken up. Biting his lip, he really hoped he could get out of here with no trouble. Well, no more trouble, anyway.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 5:31 pm
Warakai saw his boat start to drift out from a distance a sad excuse for a sail had been put up His eye twitched and his knuckles cracked. It wasn't flying Sarrakon colors but still who could be stupid enough to try and steal a Sarrakon ship. Wararkai broke into a run giving up all ideas of stealth he charged towards the coast more than ready to kill this thief.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 9:01 pm
Lucien was about to hold him back but had another thought. He looked up. The moon was about to be covered by the dark smog for a while again. Some times there was merits to living in a smoggy city. He called upon whatever power was left inside of him to control the shadows castby the boat and the overwhelming shadow cast by the clouds. The shadows pushed back against the boat back to the shores. However, since the beginning of the Exmachina Empre's reign his ability to hold it up was reduced to a minute.
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Posted: Tue Jun 30, 2009 11:57 pm
Mike was beat by the time the boat was dawdling in the water. Grabbing his oar, he stuck it down in the sand, pushing the boat farther and farther from shore, the small breakers threatening him. Mike swallowed, ready for the wrestle with the shore's barrier. As he came closer and closer, being gently tossed here and there, Mike noticed something off. The wind coincidentally was blowing west, but it seemed he was being pulled back towards shore. He frowned, and held his arm out. The wind was blowing from shore, and he was being pulled backwards. Mike braced himself, and tried once again to regain his distance with the breakers, but every time he gained a foot outward, he'd be pulled two feet back.
"What the...?" Mike's eyebrows furrowed, and he finally looked over his shoulder. The night clouded his vision, but it was plain to see that something was coming this way. Fast.
Not only was it coming fast, it was getting too close.
If Mike hadn't looked when he did, he knew he would've been beaten down. He couldn't hear the sandy footsteps over the static of the ocean. And right now, it didn't matter to him that the boat wasn't going where it was supposed to.
Mike did not wanna get beat up. His whole self hurt enough.
Cursing, Mike dropped his oar and scooped up his pack. He knew it was the owner of the boat. No guards would make that much of an effort to catch or interrogate him. As the silhouette sprinted from the cliff, Mike swept up his jacket, and hysterically jumped from the boat and getting soaked to the knees and sinking into the sand about a foot. Wet sand and ocean water pouring into his sneakers. Almost tripping, and heart pounding like a drum, Mike looked to his side.
The silhouette was well past the cliff now and only yards away from the boat. Mike picked up as much speed as his sore and bruised body would allow. He hoped it would be enough.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 12:36 am
Warakai reached the waters edge not hesitating for a second calling on his inner powers he moved through the water as if it wasn't there he gained on the thief quickly and at the last moment before his strike he realized his target was injured, quite severely. Warakai halted his affects on the water the inertia immediately stopping his run, he regained his balance quickly "are you okay?" he asked.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 12:06 pm
Mike booked it as soon as he heard his pursuer slosh through the water. He glanced over his shoulder again, this time seeing how fast this person was running. Mike thought maybe the sand or water would slow his movements, but it seemed that was no problem for this guy. He also thought he saw the water rising around this shadow, but Mike ignored it. He had to run. However, his time was up. He could feel his pursuer's presence right behind him, not even two feet away. Mike panicked, slowing ever so slightly, and then his legs gave way in the sand. They burned, they hurt, and Mike's lungs were fed up with him.
'Just beat me up and get over with it,' he thought to himself, panting. His hands and knees sunk into the sand, and Mike squinted his eyes shut. He braced himself for the physical and verbal abuse he deserved.
But nothing happened.
Instead, Mike heard a deep voice ask him, "Are you okay?"
Mike blinked, and for a split second, thought about getting up and running again. Instead, for some reason, he relaxed a little.
Mike rotated his body, so now he was on one hindquarter and one hand, gazing in disbelief at the shadow looming over him. He said nothing to the man behind him for a moment, at loss for words.
Was he being spared?
Was he being tricked?
Was he going to be turned into the guards?
Was he going to die?
Mike swallowed, moving to a sitting position at first, then slowly getting up, staring into the eyes of his pursuer.
"I uh..." Mike had his arms slightly extended for balance as he straightened his legs. "Y-you... a-aren't you going to...?"
Eyebrows furrowed, and ready to run again if needed, Mike stood. He swallowed and licked his chapped lips. Breathing short breaths, his eyes darting all over the face of this stranger, Mike tried to determine what he'd do next, if anything.
This man was not from the city. This man had tattoos from his head to his fingers to his toes and dreadlocks dangling from a bandanna around his forehead. This man also wore foreign clothing. A robe draped his body, except for his left shoulder, where most of the tattoo designs made their appearance. A thick sword was sheathed at his hip. Mike had never seen a character quite like his, and his interest was piqued, but he hid any signs of it.
This man could still be an enemy.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 5:07 pm
Lucien let go of his control on the shadows and fell onto his a** onto the sand. He was tired from the feat. He had little energy left and decided to rest. He scoffed and dusted away the sand covering him. He had nothing to do now but wait for Warakai to return and whoever was fleeing. He reached into his pockets and pulled out a small bun. He had in it some left overs from yesterday. The shadows kept it clean from any contamination.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 6:41 pm
Leith stepped onto the dock and let the guards search her. She was surprised when they let her keep her large knife, but then again she wasn't; they probably thought it was child's play in comparison to their guns. She grit her teeth and withheld the anger.
"Are you going to come with me?" Her aunt asked as she too was searched.
"No." Leith answered simiply as she looked with distaste at the festering city as it pumped poisonous gases into the air and it's inhabitants.
"Well, don't be away for too long. I worry about you." Her aunt said as she put an arm around her shoulders tightly in a hug.
"I know, but I can watch out for myself, I'm smart. I won't do anything stupid." Like show off my abilities even in a tight situaion or be stupid enough to be lured in by some creep. She added silently to herself.
Her aunt gave her a smile, kissed her cheek, and picked up her bags. "I love you and stay safe. You know where I'll be."
Leith waved her goodbye as they walked in different directions, "Love you too!" She called over her shoulder and then faced the dark and brooding shore to her right. What a better time to practice than now? No one would see her due to the time of night and even if they did, they'd never be able to catch her and find out who she was.
She jogged away from the docks and down onto the sand-- it felt different than the sand at home, suffocated and stressed from the nasty city above her.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 7:11 pm
"I can't kill you now, I still have a thing called honor" Warakai said with a smile "Tell you what, Help me fix my sail so I can get the hell out of here and we can call it even" He said pushing against the water under his boat to force it back onto the sand.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 7:41 pm
[[ Yay Rose! ♥ ]]
"I can't kill you now, I still have a thing called honor"
Mike flinched. So he was going to be killed. Whatever compassion or pity had come over this stranger, Mike was thankful for. Someone up there was obviously watching him. Well, toying with him.
He looked to is left as he thought of the cliff incident being a blessing in disguise.
"Tell you what - help me fix my sail so I can get the hell out of here and we can call it even," the stranger told him. Mike didn't hesitate to comply.
"S-sure... I'll help." Like a lost puppy, he bounced after the man, awaiting his every command. He did not wanna make this guy mad. He did not want to get killed.
Mike raised an eyebrow as he followed his death-wish to the boat. He thought he saw the ocean bend and swirl a little around the boat, moving it to shore. Squinting, the effect was gone. Mike was going crazy out here.
'I think I hit my head too hard,' he thought, rubbing the bump on his brow. It wasn't a trick of the light, it was a trick of the dark. It was more annoying in the dark.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 8:02 pm
Lucien wouldn't be able to do much now. A boat like this only required 4 hands. He decided to take a walk down the sands of the shores to the docks. Being an Elemental of shadow, and years of living to learn how to walk silently he left them for a while munching on the bun he had.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 8:10 pm
Leith let her feet tread into the rising and falling tides of the ocean. The swells energized her and caused her feet to run quicker through the water with excitment. Soon she found herself gliding through the water as her mind forced it to yeild to her. She laughed and then laughed again harder. She paused in her laughter and looked ahead of her to the rest of the vast beach infront of her. She stopped running as quickly as if she had hit a wall and her laughter stopped almost as quickly. She hated herself for not seeing the person sooner, but no more than fifty yards infront of her someone walked the beach. She stood perfectly still and watched the person, hoping she wouldn't be sen, but knowing she had already been spotted because of her careless laughter.
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Posted: Wed Jul 01, 2009 8:14 pm
Warakai dropped down on the sand noticing the dissapearance of Lucien he was a little sad about the fact that he had traded off a fellow elemental for some worthless street urchin but there was nothing he could do about it. Warakai jumped into his boat dropping the supplies wrapped in canvas and going through a small chest bolted to the deck "Get up here I will see what I can do about you're injuries" Warakai shouted.
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