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 Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 4:38 pm
With tensions high after the merging of the clans by their peaceful Heda, there's worry for the future of beloved Lexa. Those trained for the conclave have vowed to protect the newly added thirteenth clan, but what of those natblida that have not? Those that, by luck or by hiding, have avoided the Flamekeepers and their ever-looking scouts.. what would they do with all the power of a commander?
One natblida doesn't care to find out.
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 4:40 pm
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 4:42 pm
Main Characterspram Name: Treal Age: Twenty Clan: Azgeda - Ice Nation Biography: No fleimkepa could catch her if they tried, and boy have they. Treal has spent years running, keeping from being trapped in Polis only to participate in a conclave and end up dead.. or worse, commander. The natblida has even disregarded her remaining family, as they only see her now as a traitor to her blood and to her people. Life in Azgeda has never treated Treal kindly, but the pickings sure are good when the cold nation is unkind to others. Personality: Opportunistic, survivalist, anti-authority, creative, quick-witted, clever, caring, fiercely loyal, athletic, quick-tempered, and passionate. Weapons: Bow and arrow, quarterstaff, spear. Poison. Appearance:  Other: Wears her hair similar to these styles one, two, three. Keeps a book with her for notes and artwork. "Jus drein jus daun" rings truer for her than ever now. Would rather spar than speak. Can speak English and Trigedasleng fluently. A healer, keeping on her both poison and antidote, along with bandages and general quick-fixes. Flaws: Treal's temper can often get this best of her, leading more often than not to bloodying fights. Far too compassionate for her own good. She doesn't tend to understand humor or.. really any interaction with people.
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 4:43 pm
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Posted: Thu May 30, 2019 11:12 pm
Name: Kai Heiser Age: 22 Clan: Farm Station Biography: Enslaved by Azgeda, Kai spent months under their cruel, watchful eyes. Utilizing his time in slavery, he managed to pick up on Azgeda ways, mannerisms, and even managed to learn basic trigedasleng. Growing up in Farm Station under the teachings of Pike, earth science and surviving became second-nature to him. Combined with his quick-thinking and knowledge of earth, surviving on his own would be a piece of cake. Or so he thought. Personality: Snarky, cunning, survivalist, witty, selfish, mean, and humorous Weapons: Pistol, utility knife, possibly loots rifle? Appearance: Basically looks like Dave Franco with facial hair lmfao  Other: Dislikes grounders. "Fend for yourself and only yourself" is his motto. Although he's physically in shape, he's not a great fighter. Is a great sharpshooter. He always has a plan to get away. Flaws: hand-to-hand combat, can't say anything nice to save his life, has a temper, when angered he tends to think irrationally, is a shitty artist??
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Posted: Sun Aug 18, 2019 8:23 pm
"Ge back kom work skai raunon!" (get back to work sky person) bellowed a tall, heavy-set man with wild black hair and unkempt, peppered beard. Thrusting his fist into the side of a small, malnourished woman -- causing her to crash to the cold floor, dragging the man chained to her right with her.
The large man kicked the woman, who now lay crumpled on the floor; she let out a weak yelp as she grabbed onto her sides. He continued to dig his foot into her gut, "ge up nau" (get up now) he breathed between each kick.
The abuse continued until the whimpering from the woman ceased as her body went limp. The man chained next to her frantically pulled at the metal that attached himself to the now lifeless woman-- doing everything in his weak power to get back to his work.
With one last kick, the brutish man turned to one of his subordinates, "ge rid gon bilaik!" (get rid of that) he ordered as he turned and continued to inspect the line of slaves at work.
"Sick bastards," whispered a ghastly looking man with blonde hair, his hands shaking slightly as he strung an arrowhead onto its shaft.
"Shut up Riley!" hushed a man chained to his right, his eyes darting back and forth between the Azgeda soldiers that watched them like a hawk as they worked.
Meanwhile, to the left of the disgruntled blonde, a tan young man inconspicuously picked at the lock to his shackles around his raw wrists-- refraining himself from making a snarky remark to his neighbor.
Feeling the flimsy pick snap under his tight grip, he let out an inaudible "s**t", as he quickly glanced over the materials stretched across the table. His brown eyes fell to a small utility knife and then to the Azgeda soldier only meters away, whose black beady eyes watched him carefully.
Fighting the urge the reach out and grab the knife, the man furrowed his dark brows as he picked up an arrow shaft and head, and began stringing them together. Each pull at sinew caused his calloused hands to blister even more.
Overhead, the lights flickered obnoxiously- causing some of the brutish slavers to grunt with annoyance.
Glancing up toward the fluorescent bulbs, a flash of red caught Kai’s eye in the vent. Before he had any time to process what he saw, the room went dark-- excluding the red back-up lights. “Don’t stop working!” Tybe commanded as he walked down the line of workers, “which one of you roaches wants a new work assignment?”
The room remained silent for a few moments, until a pair of shackles rattled as someone slowly raised their hand, exposing wrists chafed by metal, “I’ll do it,” Kai volunteered as he kept his eyes averted from the large man’s.
Beady orbs now locked on the young man, a grin ran across the leader’s face as he approached him, “teik em.” (take him) Two azgeda soldiers were now by Kai’s side- removing his shackles, “frag em op taim em run,” (kill him if he tries to run) he directed to his subordinates. With that, Tybe turned on his heels as the two began to drag Kai away.
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“Move it, skai raunon,” a hand was shoved into Kai back as he stumbled forward, causing the smaller of the two soldiers to let out a heinous cackle. Unable to have full mobility due to having his legs shackled, the young man began to shuffle at a faster pace- refraining from wincing as the metal scraped against his ankles.
Making their way down several halls, Kai came to a halt in front of a door, glancing over his shoulder at his escorts, “it’s in there,” he motioned with a tilt of his head.
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Posted: Mon Aug 19, 2019 5:18 pm
"Ge back kom work skai raunon!"
The redhead flinched at the words. The hostility and aggression in the tone was something she knew all too well. Peaking through the spaces in the vent, she got herself closer and closer to the scene. With each kick, each yelp, the natblida winced.. and though she did not feel the urge to help this woman, she did hope that the abuse would cease before- Oh. Treal sucked her teeth, her worried stare turning to daggers that she wished would plant themselves in the throats of these Azgeda slavers. The whispers between the sky slaves caught the ear of the young woman, and her eyes darted to the scene between them.. but far more closely to the quiet slave that seemed to move stiffly and carefully in an attempt to undo his shackles. Treal almost pressed herself against the vents, her look shifting from hatred to hopefulness for this sky boy, watching him with genuine interest that he might truly escape the shackles.
But then, what?
The flickering lights had her move rapidly away from the vent face, into the shadows where their sight might not reach. How long had she been in this craft? It was hard to tell, constantly finding new areas to hide away from those Ice Nation slavers.. from the eyes of the sky people.. from, well, everyone. Treal watched with intrigue as the red lights came on, and listened as one of the slavers yelled in their language down the line of workers. She moved with hesitance towards the vents once more, peering down at the group with held breath. Which one, indeed? Her body tensed as she heard the man's voice, and she moved so that she could better see his face. The Azgeda slavers were, well.. possibly the least kind people the Ice Nation had to offer, and Treal knew all too well that that could mean nothing good for this volunteer - even if he did fix their issue for them.
"Frag em op taim em run."
Not on this natblida's watch. Not to this one, anyway. If he was bold enough to work on an escape from Azgeda, he would prove bold enough to use for her own survival. If nothing else, she could use him to escape this vessel. The nightblood followed, unheard and unseen, in the vents that lined the aircraft, her body sliding along the small space in time with the soldiers and slave they forced along. Treal listened as this sky person told them where the machine they sought was, and for a moment she was hesitant - but then the redhead shifted into the vents that lined the room. She watched as they pushed the sky person in, one standing at the door and the other - the smaller of the two - watching the slave go to work on their broken machine. Treal was careful and deliberate, her hands working the screws of the vent as they had dozens of time at this point.
*Chit laik yu doing, Treal?
The thought burned into her mind but the natblida did not stop herself, one hand fluttering over the vent to hold it up as she stared down at the sky man work, the other reaching to put her long, loosely braided hair behind her. Treal took in a deep breath, closing her eyes for only a moment before the flurry. When the vent fell to the ground, the natblida followed but only a second after, landing between the guards almost soundlessly - though not quietly enough. Before either slaver had a chance to react, the natblida yanked a dagger from the one watching the sky person, burying the blade into his throat before unceremoniously pulling it out and flinging it into the head of the one turning to help his companion. Without a second to spare, Treal pulled the door guard's body into the room and closed the door. The redhead searched the bodies roughly, grabbing a small metal container and the dagger from the face of the slaver, wiping the blood on his clothes before she turned back to the sky person. "**Kom op, quick. Yu souda mafta op hosh," Her words were hushed and quiet, and the young woman lifted herself back into the vent with a swiftness that the man might not have expected from, well.. the woman that just murdered his captors in front of him. When she realized he did not speak her language, otherwise he would have already followed, she turned in the vent space and offered down her hand.
"If you do not come with me, you will die."
If he chose not to follow.. his death would be inevitable. If the slavers did not do it, then it would be the nightblood. As the man reached his hand up, Treal pulled him into the space with her, and then turned to move through the vents once more. "Do not make noise. It carries through these," She gestured around the space with her hands, and spoke in a voice that even a mouse might not hear. The nightblood began leading the sky person away, though she did keep him in her peripheral and did not for a moment relax her grip on the dagger she had procured from the slaver's corpse, her body tense and unsure. What was she doing? Treal turned on a path to the supply room.
[ *What are you doing, Treal?
**Come, quick. You must follow quietly. ]
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2019 1:28 am
If I don’t fix this, I’m dead. If I fix this, I get sent back to the line until I’m dead. If I run, I have a chance. ********/> A thousand and one escape scenarios ran through his head- all in which ended tragically for the young man. Maybe if it was just the one short guard, he could handle himself-- but just barely. Kai let his eyes shift to the bigger of the slavers- a grizzly of a man with scars adorned under his white war paint. A shifty axe rest at his hip- his hand hovering over the weapon as he anticipated the slave to make a move at any moment.
Gripping the screwdriver in his hand tightly; sweat began to formulate on his tan brow. It’s now or never. Maybe if I cut the power entirely, I can get the upper-hand. His eyes drifted to the brute’s neck. I’d have to hit a carotid artery or I’m totally ******** a deep breath to compose himself, Kai’s hands crept towards the set of wires that powered the tech. Cutting them would render the whole station useless. Not that it mattered much to him. Farm station always felt more like a prison than a home.
If I can manage to take down Tubby, I’ll only have a brief window to-
His thoughts were crudely interrupted by a metallic ‘clang’ and the sound of gurgling coming from behind him. Blood plastered the floor as a familiar flash of red blurred his vision. Before he could comprehend more, the large Azgeda soldier toppled to the ground- a knife protruding from his skull. Kai’s eyes widened at the sight of his two detainers- now lifeless.
What the hell?
What made the scene more curious, was the petite redhead that was crouched over the barbaric Azgeda soldier. His eyes watched her as she intently rummaged through their thick jackets. Loosening the grip he had on the screwdriver, his eyes continued to follow her movements. She wiped the blood clean from her hands and blade. Not a second passed before he was ripped from his observations. Amber orbs met intense misty pools.
“Kom op, quick. Yu souda mafta op hosh,”
After spending weeks with his captors, Kai managed to pick up on their language. It didn’t take him long to start piecing words and sentences together. Though, keeping this knowledge to himself- it allowed him to eavesdrop on many conversations amongst the savages.
Best to play it dumb. He blinked back at the woman with a blank expression. To his expectation, she reiterated in english. After hoisting herself back up into the vent, the redhead extended her small deadly hand towards his.
Out of all the possibilities, Kai never thought ‘being rescued by a small lethal woman’, would be an outcome. Not one to look a gift horse in the mouth, the survivalist took a moment to ponder his options. Only a moment.
Letting out a defeated sigh, the brunette extended his hand toward his savior’s.
She might come in handy. Why the hell not?
The woman’s hand felt small within his palm. Moments ago, those same hands assassinated two men twice her size. The thought amused Kai as he retracted his hand from hers, “lead the way, Freckles.” he quipped. The corner of his lip twitched upward.
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Maneuvering through the vents was not an easy task for Kai. It didn’t help that he was significantly larger than the agile woman in front of him. With every ‘thump’ of his elbows, he could feel her eyes on him- silently chiding him. Estimating how far they have traveled through the claustrophobic maze, his eyes glanced around for an opening.
Veering away from the redhead, he prepared to make his descent. His actions did not go unnoticed. Looking up at the freckled girl’s face, whose brows were knitted together, Kai rolled his eyes, “look, if we continue like this, we’re bound to get caught,” he inspected the room below him, “I’m not taking any chances.”
Not waiting for a reply, the tan man slipped down from the ceiling- making sure not to make too much noise. Casting his eyes around, he noted that he was in a janitor’s closet not too far from the supply depository. Still, roaming the halls was risky. If he were to run into an armed slaver, odds of finding himself outside of Farm Station alive were very slim.
Kai paused in his tracks when he heard muffled voices outside of the door.
*In Trigedasleng*
“Scouts came back from the north- found nothing but abandoned camps.”
“Why would he send them north? What does he plan to find up there?”
“Shawa’s patrol ran into some stragglers passing through the mountains.”
“They’re as good as dead. A waste of time.”
“They had guns.”
Guns? Pressing his ear against the door, he strained to hear the rest. To his dismay, the voices became muffled as they made their way down the hall. Kai stepped away from door and scanned the room for anything useful.
Grounders don’t use guns so it obviously has to be someone from another station. That, or a certain old geezer was still out there. The thought brought a scowl to his face.
Great. That’s the last person I need to run into.
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Posted: Tue Aug 20, 2019 7:33 pm
"Lead the way, Freckles."
With each bang against the metal that surrounded the two, Treal sent a glare back to the ill-fitting sky person, expecting that someone that wanted to survive would have moved with more stealth than he displayed. The small natblida was mere moments from turning into the exact vent space that would allow them to drop into the supply room - an area the woman knew was stocked to the near-brim with both weapons and food they would need in order to survive. However, the man seemed to have other plans, and when he veered away from her in order to drop down into the wrong room she furrowed her brow in both confusion and annoyance. When he spoke, it seemed as though Treal was realizing this might prove more difficult than she anticipated, and she let out an irritated, "Idiot," as she turned to follow him. When he spoke again, it caused her to pause.
"I'm not taking any chances."
Perhaps Treal should have been doing the same. Even helping this sky person went against much of what the girl would have usually tolerated. Her very conscience burned when she thought of these cruel Ice Nation slavers getting their hands on him.. not knowing it was one of their own that committed the murders, the sky person would surely be more than just killed. She grumbled under her breath, letting out an annoyed sigh as she listened to the man plop down into the closet space. She could tell it was his attempt for silence, but Treal found that he was much too loud - too uncoordinated - and it made her wince at the thought of it drawing the voices back to him. They would show him no mercy, that was certain. When she paused, she heard the soldiers speaking in muffed Trigedasleng and her body tensed up.
*Emo.. don guns.
The woman shuddered, her will to live outweighing for a moment her will to aid the sky person.. but only for a moment. Pressing herself against the vents more, she could hear the slavers leaving the door to the room as they spoke more on the ill-natured presence of sky people with guns. Treal lowered herself nearly soundlessly into the closet, her feet landing with a soft thump! The nightblood was almost uncomfortably close to the sky person, her back to the wall as she glared at the man. She hoped he would be worth the trouble he was causing, but if he kept this up she wasn't sure he would prove useful to her. Seeing his scowl, her interest was piqued, but she assumed it was because he found himself in a predicament he forced himself into. Though, it did not stop her from speaking in a harsh, hushed tone.
"You are making this difficult."
Treal shifted her body around the man's, moving so that she faced him but so that she was also pressed to the door. She listened closely, waiting until she was sure that the soldiers had passed and that there might be even a chance they would get to the very next room. It was all that was left. One more room and they could gather the tools they needed. She wondered just how impatient and inexperienced this man would act, eyeing him even as she listened in to make sure the coast was clear. She took in a small breath and let it out in another annoyed sigh, "**Nou mess disha up," She grumbled more to herself than to the man that she watched, but the tone let out her displeasure with him either way.
"Be quick, sky person. Another set will be by any moment."
Without waiting for his reply, the natblida opened the door and moved in the way expected of a woman that had spent her life both running and hiding - a stealthly that the man would need to learn if he ever wished to follow her successfully. To Treal's dismay, the door was not as easily accessible as some of the other's she had entered - though when one used vents instead of doors, there was always a hitch in the plan when it was reversed. The natblida was assuming the sky person was smart enough to close at least the closet one behind him, but her panic increased as she realized she might have truly made a mistake. Flattening her back against the wall to the right of the supply closet door, she waited for the man to join her. ***Kom op ona.. yu nou yu don much gou, Thought the small woman, her ears pounding in her own head as worry that the sky person would be her undoing in this. If it weren't for him, she would already be in the room. The relief that followed when she saw his lanky form exit the room and shut the door was short lived as she spoke in another hushed and frantic tone to him.
"There is tech guarding this door. Fix it."
[ *They.. have guns.
**Don't mess this up.
***Come on.. you don't have much time. ]
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2019 12:18 am
“You are making this difficult.”
“Tch,” the tall man scoffed as a few strands of the girl’s fire-red hair brushed against his cheek. Kai’s eyes caught hers as she shifted to face him- irritation written all over her expression. Matching a look of his own, he turned away and started to rummage through the pockets of the slate-blue janitor suits.
Come on! Where the hell is it?
Hands becoming more frantic as he searched. He heard the small woman speak in Trig but chose to ignore her completely. Noisy thing. Irritation bubbled up in the man as he fumbled through pocket-after-pocket to no avail. There’s gotta be one in here somewhere! Kai gritted his teeth - his brows pinched together, “******** hell…” he spat under his breath.
Too busy to notice the grounder assassin beside him, Kai was caught off-guard as the girl swung the door open - exposing them both to the hall and potentially- grounders.
Moving his fingers faster than before, he ripped through the materials in desperation to find-
“Bingo,” he breathed with short relief as he glanced up to find his companion no longer standing in the doorway. As quickly as he could, Kai sprang to his feet and cautiously peered out. His eyes were met with the sight of a frantic redhead - attempting to pick at the code panel to the supply room. Under different circumstances, he would’ve found the sight amusing and almost adorable. But this was a grounder. Yeah, maybe she was helping him escape, but a part of him knew it was for her own benefit. Like hell I’m gonna be used again by some savage. A toy-sized one, at that!
“There is tech guarding this door. Fix it.”
The woman’s attempt at sounding threatening was futile. He could sense the panic in her words. Her eyes held a look of desperation as she waited impatiently for the sky person to come up with some sort of solution. That was his mistake - looking into her eyes. The look she held did not reflect that of a killer, but of a scared girl.
Almost feeling bad for the petite woman, Kai let out a grunt. He quickly made his way out of the room - closing the door behind himself as to not give away their position. Pulling out a master keycard, he swiped it across the security panel.
Before he could punch in the code, his attention was snapped away by the sounds of footsteps and chatter. It was a group of at least four grounders. Dread began to swell up in his body. His hand hovered over the keypad.
She can’t take on four grounders.
Kai stole a glance over at the panicked girl. Her back was pressed against the wall - head snapped in the direction of the voices. Form stiff and hand tight on her dagger.
Footsteps drew closer. Thoughts raced through the boy’s mind.
I could just leave her -- give her a good push. Once that door is closed, there’s no way those grounders would be able to get in. The b***h could rat me out… Tch, let her try. I could escape through the vents. But getting the gear through would prove difficult… ********. Gas. Gas will have to do.
Kai punched in the first few digits. His eyes traveled back up to his “companion” who still watched in the direction of the incoming brutes. She’s a grounder too. A droplet of sweat ran down his tan face. No different from the other savages that took over Farm Station… The image of the lifeless slave flooded his vision. I will not be a slave. Typing in the last few digits except for one. I will fend for myself… He reached his hand out towards the girl. And only for myself.
Click.
Without a moment of hesitation, a tan hand wrapped around the grounder girl’s delicate arm. The lean man pulled the redhead through the now opened door. Once her small frame was inside, Kai quickly typed in the digits once more. The door slid closed behind them - securely locking them within.
“Okay from now on, we’re doing things my way.”
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Posted: Thu Aug 22, 2019 6:54 pm
Annoyance welled up in the young grounder, apparent on her face even as she turned it away from the sky person. Who did he think he was? The natblida had been running all her life, and she was not going to be caught now. When their eyes first met, the look did not diminish - in fact, it caused her brows to furrow even more in irritation. Her lips pressed together and she was through the door before he seemed to know it, potentially leaving him behind to fend for himself in a janitorial closet. His surprise was almost tangible, and Treal wondered whether or not the sky person would follow, her heart racing in her chest as she kept herself flat to the wall. She worried that if she stood any longer, she would certainly face her end - or.. no. She would die by her own hand sooner than she would let them take her.
*Chit don ai gotten myself ona?
Panic. Panic. After she spoke to the sky person, there was a moment where the two of them locked eyes.. though there was a pause in her scared, bright look. Treal opened her mouth to speak again, to command him to help, but instead her lips pressed themselves back together and the young grounder's eyes softened as she pleaded with the sky person through her look alone. Help me, begged her stare, but as he swiped the card - another problem. Treal tensed, her hand tightening around the dagger as she sucked in a terrified breath. For the first time since pulling this sky person along, she turned her gaze entirely away from him, and her breathing quickened.
"**Yu don hear hashta fleimkepa?"
"Emo biyo he get in kom an azgeda natblida."
"Ai doubt em."
True fear filled her small body, and the it was all she could do not to run. Why wouldn't she? Why couldn't she? The natblida tried to calm her breathing, get a hold on her ever-growing fear.. but it wasn't her life she was worried about losing. Her freedom was on the line here - and to her, that thought was far more terrifying than merely dying. Treal started to move away from the wall, her tense body visually preparing the the slaughter that was to come. They could not and would not take her alive - not that they knew what she was anyway, but she would not allow them to live to find out. ***Ai na nou na a slave, thought the small killer, mirroring the thoughts of her lanky companion - though the word held a different meaning to the natblida.
****Taim ai ge a jump ona em, ai might don a-
Click.
The natblida gasped, her narrowed eyes widening as she felt herself yanked into the supply room. When the door was closed again, she found her back pressed to it and yet - the sky person was still nearly pressed against her small frame. Her eyes locked with his once more, and the mixture of emotions she was experiencing could be seen through her look alone - relief being the strongest as she looked up into her savior's eyes. How was it that time stood still each time the young duo locked eyes? Lost for what felt like an eternity, the young girl didn't notice that his grip on her remained - but when he spoke, Treal blinked and it seemed that whatever trance his eyes could cast on her was broken.
"Okay from now on, we're doing things my way."
What was he thinking? His way would get them killed! It already nearly cost both of them to get into another fight, almost cost both of them their freedom.. Treal's eyes narrowed once more and the small brute snatched her arm out of the grip he held on her. How weird that she hadn't noticed the hand before he managed to irritate her once again. The fire that replaced her relief could have burned holes into the man, and she spoke in an aggressive tone to the sky person, "What good is your way if it gets us killed?" With no further space to back up into, the girl felt small beneath him, but it didn't stop the natblida from snapping the hand that held the dagger up to hit throat - her other hand grabbing the collar of his shirt to pull him down to her height. Their faces closer than they had been, but the heat coming off of the angry girl was red and hot.
"*****Osir do things ai edei, skai idiot."
[ *What have I gotten myself into?
**Did you hear about the flamekeeper?
They say he knows of an Azgeda nightblood.
I doubt it.
***I will not be a slave.
****If I get a jump on them, I might have a-
*****We do things my way, sky idiot. ]
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Posted: Fri Aug 23, 2019 10:41 pm
“What good is your way if it gets us killed?”
Those big fog-like eyes peered into his own. Her breath sent waves of heat over his face The close proximity caused Kai’s heart to quicken slightly. After what felt like hours of staring, the tan man began to feel agitated with the scene. Why was he so… Uncomfortable? No, it wasn’t that. What was it?
Before he could further analyze their predicament, a cold sensation was brought up to his neck-
“Osir do things ai edei, skai idiot.”
Kai could’ve sworn the redhead’s eyes reflected her hair color. The look she gave him was dark and sinister-- a look meant to threaten. If it were anyone else who held that dagger up to his throat, the man wouldn’t have found the sight so amusing. But the face that was mere inches from his own, was the same one that begged him for his help with just her blue orbs. The same face that resembled that of a terrified child. Tch.
A smirk spread across the station boy’s face. Slowly, he began to press himself into the blade- allowing himself to get closer to her seering features. A droplet of metallic crimson slowly ran down his neck, “Oh yeah?” he quipped. Why would she kill him now after all she did to keep him alive? He saw right through her facade. She wasn’t going to kill him-- her eyes conveyed differently.
“Using the vents will only lead you to the air ducts, which are located exactly where you don’t wanna be,” he leveled his amber eyes with hers, “and as big and tough as you think you are, Sweetheart, I don’t think you stand a chance against all the grounders stationed at the main exit.”
Slowly, Kai lifted up the keycard in his hand and let out a cocky sneer, “this is your ticket out of here and luckily for you, I know this station like the back of a woman,” he followed with a wink, “let’s play it my way, and I’ll make sure we get outta here without a scratch on us, m’kay Freckles?”
His eyes mirrored a devilish look as his smirk formed into a toothy grin.
What do ya say, Natblida?
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Posted: Sat Aug 24, 2019 8:58 pm
The audacity of this sky person.. smirking at her threats, disregarding the deadliness she possessed in her body. The young natblida felt her lip curl up into what could best be described as a snarl, and when he pushed himself into her blade, her eyes darted to the blood that began to slide down his throat. The red color almost made her jealous - after all, her life would have been infinitely different if she, too, bled such a color. When he spoke, her look did falter in a way - her eyes always betrayed her, her thoughts coming through in a firm and almost defiant no. Treal pulled the blade back just enough to stop cutting into the sky man's neck, but still enough that she felt the threat might still be there.. but their closeness welled different feelings up into the nightblood.
"Sweetheart, I don't think you stand a chance against all the grounders stationed at the main exit."
The young girl's eyes narrowed once more, underestimated by this sky person. A noise almost coming forth as a growl escaped her, and she came off of the door some, closing further distance between them. As he lifted the key card, Treal snapped only a glance to it before looking back into his eyes. Her ticket out? The back of a woman? The natblida doubted he knew anything beyond snarky remarks and disobedience, let alone this entire station. She had gone through every manner of this ship, and her plan would be sound if he could just cooperate. Through the vents, out the top near the rear. He would have to be quick and quiet.. maybe it wasn't that well thought out of a plan with this uncoordinated sky slave.
"I'll make sure we get outta here without a scratch on us."
Treal stared for what felt like forever into this man's eyes, the intensity in her stare having diminished and then, eventually, she shoved the man away from her and put away her blade. "*Taim yu betray ai, yu wan op," It came out in a low grumble, but the threat in her tone held true. The idea of leaving without outing herself in yet another location was almost too sweet to pass up. The nightblood held out her arms, almost as though in defeat, and sighed as she bowed her head slightly, "Tell me your plan. I will decide if I leave you here or not," Her tone held anger, but also hesitance. Her hands went back down and one stayed uneasily near her blade, watching the sky person but almost avoiding his eyes again.
I'll ditch him once we're out - he's not my problem anymore after that.
[ *If you betray me, you die. ]
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Posted: Thu Sep 05, 2019 11:54 pm
“Taim yu betray ai, yu wan up.”
What a typical grounder-thing to say. The girl’s arm went to her sides in defeat, but Kai noticed her hand hovered over her dagger. He knew he should he leery of her -- witnessing what the small killer could do. Once I find… I can be rid of this burden.
“Tell me your plan. I will decide if I leave you here or not.”
Her tone was menacing -- although there was a hint of hesitation. The lanky burnett watched whilst she studied him. Her features gave off a look of annoyance and defeat, but her eyes were unreadable. Within the short time of being acquainted, their gazes locked more times than Kai cared for.
After a few moments of scrutinizing each other, the man held out his hand in armistice. Every cell in his body twitched with the thought of working with a grounder. Until he was out of Farm Station safely, he really didn’t have much of a choice.
Resisting the urge to groan in frustration, Kai knitted his brows together. I could really use a drink right now. All he needed to do was get to his stache and then he could navigate his way out.
He glanced down at his hand that extended idly -- unsure whether or not the redhead would accept his gesture of detente. Pride wasn’t one of Kai’s biggest attributes, but requiring the assistance of the woman that stood before him - it annoyed him immensely.
“Promise me ya won’t stick that in my neck when I’m not lookin’?”
His remark came off light-hearted -- hoping his gaze mimicked his tone. If he could somehow gain the trust of the small brute, his plan would go without a hitch. His eyes trailed down the girl. Yeah, that ain’t gonna happen. She was too stubborn to follow his plan willingly.
What felt like eons, Kai’s look on his hand traveled back up to the grounder’s misty orbs. It took every ounce of effort in his body to not lose his patience with the freckled girl. His face remained neutral as he waited for her response. In all honesty, she’d be smart to kill him now - afterall, he’d probably do the same. A smile ran across his face - hiding the insincerity it held.
Oh you’re gonna regret not putting that dagger in my neck.
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Posted: Sat Sep 21, 2019 1:47 pm
Eyes narrowed as she watched the sky person, her hand edging closing to her blade the longer it took the man to respond. He should be more careful, taking so long when there were bodies that would surely be found soon - and that would be pinned on his doing, despite the grounder being sure he couldn't do damage if he tried. The hovering hand gripped the blade the moment Kai's hand shot up, and she watched as he seemed to stare back at her in frustration.. her body was tense and unsure, watching him with unease. He had not told her his plan and did not make this easier - in fact, Treal was almost unwilling to let go of the dagger, let alone take his gesture. The grounder couldn't help but smirk as he spoke, even letting out a harsh little laugh, as though his statement stoked a fire in her that the sky person did not want to play with.
"I will make sure you watch when I stab you."
It was not a threat. It was a promise.
The grounder took his arm, gripping his forearm and giving it a squeeze as the sky person looked into her eyes, the grin finding its way over the rest of her face when their gazes locked once more. She could feel impatience, his itch to get away - she felt it too. Every second they did not move was another second closer to death. When he smiled too, Treal couldn't help but feel as though she might have fallen into a trap that she was still unaware of. No worries for it - I'll kill him if he acts out of line.
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