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The Proclaimer

PostPosted: Sat Sep 06, 2008 11:37 pm


Quinn looked over at Maximos and Lucind.

"Well, aren't you two just so ********' cute," he quipped, a hint of sarcasm and envy in his voice.

He sighed, shaking his head with a smirk. Instinctively, both through training and practice, he began going through all of his equipment on his person. He had gotten rid of the pauldrons and one bracer, which left the right bracer, which held a blade hidden in it. He still had his knife at his hip, and the Jericho at his left thigh. Comm. Shield. Helmet. All he would need or use was on his person or on his bike. There might be provisions in the Chinook, but probably not since they weren't going to be using it before.

Quinn would ride his bike to the Chinook, someone else would have to ride the hummer. Lucind seemed distinctly happy about the hummer being added in at the last minute. That was all assuming they would take the Chinook instead of the hummer.

Was he missing anything else? He didn't know who would be with him, he didn't know what the people who MIGHT be with him had in way of power, really. Aside from Cecil, that is- he was, of course, skilled in magic, as he announced upon entry.

In preparation, he took the comm device and slid it into a socket in his helmet. This would provide immediate communication, and also allow him to control his shield, keep track of his ammunition, and also his vitals should they need to be checked. This, of course, required the helmet being on.

He undid the right shoulder clasp of his breastplate, then reached in under the underlay. Quinn pulled out a small device that was inserted into his shoulder blade, not wanting to lose the use of the smart little device that improved the strength in his right arm.

There was waiting. Lots of waiting. He hated waiting.
PostPosted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:21 am


Maximos
You...

He said, his eyes looking past his finger at Lucind. His finger moving across the distance to poke her square in the forehead.

...worry entirely too much.

Another poke.

What has it earned you?

Another poke, followed by a smirk.



The graveness in her eyes softened, and she breathed out slowly, while staring at his knees.


Maximos
We do our best, and what happens happens, my dear.

He said as if it was the easiest thing in the world. And then finished off with.

The rest is up to Fate, I suppose aaaand that's not my department.



Here, she peeked up, giving him a lopsided grin - "Fate my a**..." - and even returning a small chuckle.


Maximos
He lift his hand, as a bottle of some Rum, of some sort flew into it. A shadow had assisted in tossing it from behind the bar. But smoothly he plopped it down on the window sil, right near Lucind's hands and said.

Try and relax.



When he leaned in to peck her forhead Lucind stretched a little to mumble, Thank you, before brushing her lips over his chin.

Watching Maximos walking away, the woman finally focussed her attention on the bottle sitting next to her. She picked it up to inspect its label, then removed the cork.

"...wow." The Siren cocked a brow after taking the first swig. The second gulp pleasantly burned in her stomach and she realized two things:

Maximos was right. As he had always been when pointing out she was way too good with submerging in worries and the urge to analyze things. Looking at those dark shades was stirring something in here. But well...what did it help indeed? If she wanted to protect what she loved and stop people from suffering - she just had to go out and try it with everything she had, right?

Second, she had to do something. Something to assuage the silence before the storm.
Thus, Lucind started wandering through the whole tavern, until, a few minutes later, she returned with an acoustic guitar - who knew where she had found it? - to sit back down on the windowsill, using Maximos' chair to prop her feet.

After another swig, Lucind started picking some improvised melody, and after a while also hummed and quietly sang along to it.

Lucind Varhetel


Sunstrike

PostPosted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:35 am


HonoRaven
Why did he have to be optimistic about an almost certain death situation? xp Why couldn't he have saved that optimism for the next time they were at the mall and there was a surprise shoe sale, or he could have been optimistic about there being a salad bar at an all you can eat meat lovers buffet table? sweatdrop

"You are buying the drinks if this turns out badly and we all end up in the big bar in hell!" blaugh Raven had to shake her head slightly under the weight of Sun's hand, hope was infectious, but Rae was used to losing every fight she was stupid enough to commit to, so it was hard to see the bright side of this gamble they were taking, even if she really wanted to belive his forsight on the matter.

"Oh, um and Vahn did something to his eyes... when we parted he was blind as a bat, and I couldn't do anything to help...." now would be a good time for some of that optimism...since she was more than a little worried about someone else coming down with injuries that she couldn't fix...


"Of course! I know the bartender there, he owes me a few rounds for lost card games..." He could tell she was still pessimistic, but the jokes were good. "And for the record, I don't think it's a life or death situation, we really don't know what it's going to be like," And that answered Cecil's question, Sun wasn't trying to whisper or disguise his discussion with Raven.

The next part floored him.

Noticeably.

That never happened.

If Sunstrike's mask could have been physical it would have fallen off his face and crashed against the floor. His hands reached out and took her upper arms, as if what Raven had said had been some kind of mistake. It was a busy day after all, he rubbed them gently, almost comforting.

"Eh? You're kidding right? How could that happen to Vahn?"

The hands suddenly tightened, but not painfully for Raven, just to stop her from poofing off, thinking she'd done wrong. He needed to know for sure.

"Hono. Vahn can't be blind."

Open and raw, his voice carried through the bar like a wounded child.

Broken.
PostPosted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 4:15 am


"I tried, I really did!" There was a note to her voice now that hadn't been there before, as if his inner panic was reinforcing her own instead of helping her find a new explanation for what had happened, or in this case what hadn't happened. "I didn't fix the other big guy all up so I know I wasn't all out of energy...and I thought he was gona' be alright when he woke up...."


~~~

Hono glanced away from Rei as she noted the tone of panic in her double and the obvious pain in Sun, wondering if this was going to be the end of everything after all..."A single grain of sand in the wrong place can send the mountain tumbling down..."
~~~



Rae shook her head, having lost all sight of her normal rationality now, only knowing that she had to convince Sun that she wasn't mistaken, had to convince herself yet again. "He woke up, he was his normal grumpy bear self...but he asked why he couldn't see?! I couldn't even tell that anything was wrong Sun, nothing should be wrong!!!"

Truth be told, Raven had secretly hoped that Sun knew of some reason why Kas had woken without his sight...hell Sun was her oldest friend, she expected him to have answers when she didn't have a clue...sad but true...


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Sunstrike

PostPosted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 5:15 am


That was the problem, Sun knew all too well why Vahn wouldn't be able to see. But, this sheer panic. This was accomplishing nothing but upsetting both the twins, and himself, and probably everyone that had heard. No, he couldn't fall to pieces that quickly.

So he dealt with it. A door opened in his head and the feelings were locked inside. It was an escape, for a bit, just for a bit, but the guilt was going to catch up with him eventually, it always did.

His hands shook around her arms, before he slowly, and very gently, wrapped them round her shoulders. Giving her a warm hug and rubbing her back, easing her own panic with a sense of rightness.

"I'm sorry, sweetness, I'm sure you did your best. It wasn't your fault at all, and if he managed to get up, then he'll be okay. You know Kas...he probably just got knocked for six. Head injuries do that sometimes."

With that, he let her go.

Sun didn't tell her it was his own eye doing the damage, or that it was his own fault the eye was in Vahn's head in the first place.

"Now, what I think I'm going to do is get some rest, because I think I just sobered REALLY quickly." Amongst other events in the day. "And I hear a bed upstairs that's just callin my name. I suggest you guys do the same. Sleep is a good thing."

He pinched her chin gently, and went to take up space in one of the guest rooms, figuring the card would do the work for everyone.

((Right, here's how it's gonna go. I'm gonna focus on Reen for a page or two, then Sun'll wake up, and everyone'll get moving. Thanks for your patience so far guys, I'm sorry if it's a little slow, BUT I'm actually thinking if anyone wants to space it out a bit more, I'm not opposed to individuals making their way there, either quickly or slowly, it's up to your pace. I'll try and make sure everyone has something to do. Thanks again! ))
PostPosted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 11:54 am


He was tired of waiting. They all had the means to get there without him. He could ride there, wouldn't have to wait anymore. He usually worked better without big groups anyway. Maybe it was just eagerness to get going, eagerness to prove he wasn't just an old man. This was the bitterness of aging showing through.

Standing at his full height, he put the helmet on over his head, turning it on. Quinn reached back and put the implant back in his shoulder, almost immediately feeling the tingle rush through his right arm and down his fingertips. He pointed at Lucind.

"You have the Hummer if you want it. The bird is about a mile back behind this place," he said, pulling out the last of his comms. Pressing a button on the side, he tuned it to the right frequency. He tossed it underhand to her.

"I'll tell the bloke in the Chinook to listen to you if you want to use it. If you don't use it for transport, you can use it for overhead recon. He's a bit of a jack arse sometimes, so put him in line if he gets to be a bother.

"I'm going ahead. I have to say, I'm an impatient person. I can take one more person on my bike if anyone wants to join. I can find a use for your skills whatever they may be. But I'll be outside, I'll wait for ten, and then I'm going after that."

The man saluted the room and walked out the door to his bike.

The Proclaimer


Lucind Varhetel

PostPosted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 2:51 pm


Somhairle
"You have the Hummer if you want it. The bird is about a mile back behind this place," he said, pulling out the last of his comms. Pressing a button on the side, he tuned it to the right frequency. He tossed it underhand to her.


"I'll tell the bloke in the Chinook to listen to you if you want to use it. If you don't use it for transport, you can use it for overhead recon. He's a bit of a jack arse sometimes, so put him in line if he gets to be a bother."


"Thank you." She caught the device in midair, while the guitar's last chord was still resonating. "I promise I'll treat it as if it were my own." Even while forming those words Lucind realized there was a certain irony to them that would become apparent, though, if Quinn had known what had happened to her last car.

"And I suppose we're going to use the Chinook for transport - but I leave that decision up to the others."

The Siren nodded at the man when he left and resumed playing, though only for a few minutes. A frown appeared on her face. Her hand was placed over the strings to mute them and she looked up.

"I'll go and have a look at the Hummer. Be back in a bit."

Shifting the guitar to have it snuggled against her back and corcing the bottle to slip it inside her coat, Lucind turned around right when she was about to step through the door and headed into the kitchen, only to come back wrapping a few pieces of raw meat into a white cloth.

Outside, she used the high tech walkie talkie to inform the guy in command of the helicopter that she was going to get the vehicle.
Once there, she would introduce herself and thanked him for standing ready like this before asking if the Hummer sported any special features she should know about.


((Just wanted to add that you guys can ignore Lucind coming back for the next few bouts since you sure wanna fill those twenty, thirty minutes with...whatever. But it seems that isnt necessary anymore anyway... XD either way, I'm back to bed, later!))
PostPosted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 3:12 pm


Perrhhaaapppsss Cecil had picked an inopportune moment to try speaking to the red-haired man.

He would cautiously back away as he got rather emotional all of a sudden when concerning a man named Vahn. A close friend, or sibling perhaps?

Either way, Cecil wasn't going to be throwing in his two copper into the situation; everyone was already occupied, and the black-haired guitar player had stepped out, going to see the Hummer that the older soldier man had had delivered earlier.

Frowning to himself, he took a page out of the tired islander's book and found a quiet place out of the way to sit down and read. No pun intended. He opened his book of spells, going over the ones that he was able to cast at this point in his career. He wouldn't know the next time he might have to refresh himself, so best do so while everyone is getting their personal businesses tended to.

Cecil Hawthorne


Malice the Immortal

PostPosted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 3:26 pm


Somhairle
Cecil, you do have permission. Just treat him like the subservient Army pilot that he is, although personality wise he's a bit impetuous, sarcastic, and very dry.

More so I don't have to play him and you can play him. razz


Lucind Varhetel
Outside, she used the high tech walkie talkie to inform the guy in command of the helicopter that she was going to get the vehicle.
Once there, she would introduce herself and thanked him for standing ready like this before asking if the Hummer sported any special features she should know about.


"Er... Ms. Varhetel? Is this creepy looking guy a friend of yours? He showed up out of the woods a few minutes after your first transmission and has been staring daggers at me ever since."

That's what Lucind would get as response when she neared the Chinook. And John was not kidding, either. About 20 feet in front of the parked helicopter was a man with dark hair, dark clothing, a sword hanging loose at his side in his right hand, just... staring at the pilot.

The voice over the intercom did sound a bit tweaked out by the experience though. As a soldier, he seemed to have gotten unnerved by the whole situation, which was saying something right there.
PostPosted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 3:52 pm


"...not that I know of," came her short reply, even before she was actually able to see the man standing in front of the chinook, and even though she didn't ask for a description concerning his appearance.

When she was in within eyespot for John - so likely still around three hundred feet away - she asked, sounding as calm as possible: "Are you armed? Or do you have quick access to a weapon? Truth to be told, I can't give you a prim analysis yet but I'm afraid...nothing good can be expected coming from the forests these days, it seems."

With that said, she stopped, lowered the communication device.


"Can I help you, sir?"


Well, it's never wrong to start out with being polite. Right?




((This really Malice standing there? Cause then I might want to edit this first reaction here. - Or do you just happen to play the newcomer?))

Lucind Varhetel


The Proclaimer

PostPosted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 4:20 pm


"Hey John, just checking in. I'm going to be leaving pretty soon. Has a young woman talked to you yet, over?"

The comm device in his helmet made a small beeping sound, which meant that he was tied up talking to someone else, that someone only possibly being Lucind.

"Alpha 4-9," he stated, which began a recording.

"Hey John, Quinn, just checking in. Make contact when you're done talking with Lucind. I'm leaving in time minus ten minutes, over and out. Alpha 3-9."

Message send, Quinn mounted his bike and waited for anyone else who wanted to join.
PostPosted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 6:13 pm


For a few awkward moments, the dark swordsman would continue to stare, unblinkingly mind you, at the pilot John.

Before his gaze wandered to Lucind.

No expression. No interest. No fear. Just emptiness. As one who hated art might regard a rather bland piece in a gallary he was dragged to against his will.

Then, his gaze would travel back to the pilot.

"wwWhheerre iissss thiisss... trraannsspoorrrt gooiiinngg? wwWiiillll iitt goo ttoo thhee sssaamme deessttiinnaattiioonn aasss thoosse twwooo drraaagoonnss aaannnd theeiirr ccrreewww iIi sssaawww eeaarrrlliieerrrr?"

The voice itself seemed to be carried along the wind; not vocalized like normal voices, it seemed to resonate everywhere equally.

After the swordsman finished his question, he would turn to gaze in a Southwesterly direction.

"What the hell?" John would vocalize from inside the copter, taking off his headset to check his ears, not sure if what he heard was electronic disturbance at all. A flashing light indicated a message, but he hesitated, going for his hostlered beretta instead, ever so cautiously. "Yeah, I'm armed. Who is this loser? How did he do that thing with his voice?" He would scan the area the swordsman had turned, spotting Lucind, looking back and forth between the two.

Malice the Immortal


Pocket Gal

PostPosted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 7:27 pm


Katie calling Quinn. *Beee~p*
She pressed her finger over the push-to-talk button that went out to Quinn, and she held the speaker near her mouth as she spoke into it.

"Old ma-uh...Quinn, we just landed in a town called Reen. I wanted to keep tabs with you, and I wanted to know if you can you pass a message to Stephen or let him speak to me a moment?"
PostPosted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 7:58 pm


"Roger that, Katie. I was just about to wander on over and meet with you guys. Perhaps Steven wants to come with me.

"Although this begs the question, who is Stephen and what does he look like?

"And lastly, I need an update on your situation, just standard recon stuff. Over."

Quinn dismounted the bike, then slowly walked to the door.

The Proclaimer


Pocket Gal

PostPosted: Sun Sep 07, 2008 8:15 pm


After hearing Quinn's questions, Katie would press the button and talk again. She'd forgotten that Quinn hadn't met Stephen yet.

"He's got white hair. He has a daughter, but I don't think she was with him. He's a friend of mine, and I saw him entering the Firebrand just as we were leaving.

The situation, well, not really much has happened. We just landed and a man at the gate told us we should consider putting the dragons in a safe place before the gates were closed. We are getting locked in here tonight, so Madison, Ichigo, and I are about to go search for a room while they put the dragons away."

That was about the only update she could give him at this time.
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