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 Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 2:30 pm
 ...Injured with pain and sadness, the you that cannot be healed
Shoulder the burden of the past that cannot be erased; don't throw away your will to live...→Blossom glanced back at Roy, Lance, and Derrin, then nodded to the man in black. "Thank you." She looked curiously at him before lifting her wrists up towards him, holding her hands as far apart as the leather strap would allow her. It was kind of obvious what he intended on doing, after all, what with that sword of his and all. It'd be less clumsy if he had a dagger, but hey, take what you can get. And her hands were free. She only got a moment to rub the raw sensation off of her skin before he urged her to follow.
"R-Right!" Blossom stumbled after him, scarf flapping behind her as she half-dove, half-tumbled out of the cart, thanks to the frantic rocking motions as attacks rebounded off of the wooden frame. She pulled herself up just in time for him to grab her hand and set off running. With his longer legs, Blossom struggled to keep up, but somehow she kept herself from falling and slowing him down. "With the current state of affairs in town, I thought it might be best to stay far away."
"Right!" Blossom barely managed to clear the log, listening in silence to his explanations. She didn't speak again when he urged her to keep moving, only nodded, sucked in a deep breath of air--blessed, fresh air!--and continued along behind him.
Half a day of running and walking. At least once it was over she would be able to rest.←  You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . your different Life?XXX
You'd better forget everything. Remember. . . though, we cannot returnXXXLike in times of warped memories, we can understand somedayXXX
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 4:56 pm
The fighting continued, and Roy remained silent with his eyes closed. After a few moments, he spoke.
"Sorry Lance...Blossom. It's my fault you're in here..." he said softly.
He then fell silent, unable to find anymore words to say to them. After a little while of waiting, someone hissed a name before there was a rustle as the flap at the back of the carriage opened. It seemed whoever this person was was calling for Blossom, who, after a bit of silence, spoke. Roy opened his eyes before glancing over at the girl's savior. Someone dressed in black, it seemed. Blossom was also making her way out before the masked man mentioned that the others could come too, but they would have to defend themselves.
For a moment, the man's eyes met with his, and he felt a moment of familiarity. Someone from his world, maybe? He remained silent though, and after the others had gotten out, he too climbed out of the carriage. Ah...fresh air. He took a quick breath and exhaled quietly as the man freed Blossom from her bindings.
There was a knocked out guard lying next to the back of the carriage where they had gotten out, his weapon lying on the ground. Roy bent down, pressing his foot on the handle part of the weapon as he pulled his hands far enough apart to be able to slide the weapon through the gap. By pulling his hands towards him, the blade cut his bindings, freeing him. He rubbed his wrists as he got up before hurrying after the others into the forest.
He wouldn't say anything until it was certain that they were safe.
((...Hope this is okay. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 7:01 pm
Oujay stood on the sidelines of the little battle with the "bandits" and the soldiers of Learania. His original incentive was to join along them to rescue the prisoners, but it seemed there was a little change of plans. He couldn't get himself to actually fight people he fought along side with before. They didn't do anything wrong and he knew it, they were just doing what they were forced to do.
He just silently watched as battle continued on. With, it seems, increasing numbers of units on the field. His position was hidden as he stood behind one of the trees that was on the side of the road. He doesn't want to fight the soldiers, but if it was something he would be forced to do in order to save Lord Roy, he would be there ready, just in case.
Maybe if he was quiet enough, he would be able to free them without encountering any of the guards. He was no assassin or thief, but he could take a shot. He slowly made his way away from the battle that took place on the single side of the wagon. When he had reached the back, he had saw a couple people running away from the wagon already and the soldier guarding the back unconscious.
"What?" Who did that? He looked again to see Roy have freed himself from his bindings and chased after the figured that Oujay had saw earlier. The boy had no idea where he was going and without even thinking, his instinct told him to follow. He wasn't sure how long they were going nor if he would even catch up, but he ran and followed the direction of the figures he saw in front of him, hoping to catch up.
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Posted: Wed Sep 08, 2010 7:05 pm
John had spied 2 more guards were left after the current ruckus and seeing one prisoner had escaped. "Good, this makes less of a chance for us to harm one of the prisoners by accident." he thought quickly while he took the nearest guard to his left which was about 2 meters away.
He took his still unstrung bow and tossed at the knight getting his attention. Perfect. He'd left his regular brave bow on the ground nearby. Seriously, a bandit with a brave bow? That'd look suspicious. Anyhow, the knight had charged at him raised in the air. John had smirked and set himself up in a stance to where he could disarm AND take down his opponent in one instant. The guard had swung his right arm and John took into action!
He sidestepped the blow and grabbed the knights forearm and uppercut the mans elbow. The knight dropped his sword and yelped in pain. John swung his foot around and pushed his bum out and lifted the man over his shoulder and tossed him into the tree. "I knew those hand to hand courses would pay off someday." he chuckled in his head.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 12:14 pm
Everything was a mess now. The prisoners were escaping and there were only two soldiers left. The caravan was lost and at this rate the ones they were supposed to transport would become slaves! Why else would these bandits attack them? Regardless of these scoundrels' reasons, they had to keep fighting. In order to rescue the prisoners from a life of slavery, the soldiers would give all they had and more! It was more than a job for them. It was their duty.
Wil, Marina, Shadow
A very dazed soldier lied at the bottom of a small four foot drop. The leader of the caravan wasn't having a very good day. First, his wagon was being hijacked. Second, here he was, lying winded down and separated from all his men. And now, they had the gall to steal his helmet?! NOT ON HIS WATCH!
Head still ringing and just having regained the wonderful ability to breathe again, the head guard slowly staggered to his feet. Unaware that his temple was bleeding from the impact that was made by the stone, the head guard spoke to the three assembled.
"You won't get away with this! We'll hunt you all down!" He said accusingly as he swayed on his feet, facing the head bandit defiantly.
Gale's group:
Just in case problems with the prisoners had arisen, the soldiers had placed two previously unmentioned guards inside the wagon. Should the prisoners make an attempt to escape, these two would stop them. They had been ordered not to leave the wagon unless something were to happen to the six outside.
Once the wagon had stopped, the pair had stuck to their duty and remained put. Eventually, the sounds of battle (coupled with that rapists song) stirred the blood of the rookie swordsman a little too much.
"Nut's to this! I'll go help them, you stay here!" He ordered his equally green companion before leaping out of the wagon dramatically and taking off.
His partner followed him out of the transport, "Hey, wait! You're disobeying orders."
It occurred to him then, since he was also out of the wagon, that he was about to disobey orders. At a loss of what to do now, the guard simply waited outside of the entrance to be told what to do.
It wasn't long before he found himself grabbed by one of the bandits, wetting himself from sheer terror at what he thought to be his death. The soldier managed to rasp out a question.
"W-who are you?"
"No one of consequence."
I should have stayed in the wagon. He thought, sliding into unconsciousness.
As Gale went into the carriage; however, one of the other guards proved himself to be as tenacious as their leader. Having received a broken nose from a hilt to the face, the one who Joshua had hit managed to stand up. Shaking his head while holding his nose, the soldier stumbled toward the wagon with the intention of getting help.
Instead, some a*****e elbowed him in his already broken nose. Like really, what a d**k! With a shriek of pain, he saw spots and collapsed.
Abel and Clara:
The rider never saw Clara coming. One second, he was finishing another chant. Next, he was kicked in the head and falling towards the ground. The bolt of magical lightning he'd been preparing went off target and struck a nearby dead tree. The tree easily burst into flames, lighting a beacon which could be seen from the Grand Prison and would bring reinforcements running.
John
After exiting the wagon, the hot headed rookie spotted his target. A man with brown hair and a bow. "There's no way I could lose to him!"
Five seconds later, the swordsman was upside down against a tree and was trying to figure out how he lost.
Ziaram, Joshua
Despite the larger weapon, the swordmaster with the eyepatch was matching him blow for blow and dodge for dodge. The bandit was obviously faster, but his sword threw him off enough that neither could score a solid hit on the other. It took both his daggers just to block the damned thing. It looked like, unless something happened, they'd be stuck in this stalemate until one tired.
Meanwhile. the other uninjured guard squared off against Ziaram. His strategy of simply hacking at the odd bursts of light was working oddly enough. And his friends called him the stupid one! Maybe this was true. For the dimwitted guard never even considered that a bandit with a sword that shot light to be odd. Cutting away the last bit of light with his blade, he swung it haphazardly at Ziaram's side... only to find that his weapon was broken in half.
Guess attacking the magic wasn't such a bright idea after all.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 12:17 pm
Joshua growled as yet another of his swings was blocked. This fight had gone on long enough, the damn sword was heavy and the swordmaster was getting tired. It was time for plan B.
With another howl of rage that was very unlike Joshua, the Tempest King swung his sword horizontally like he'd done a few times already. This time he put some pepper on the attack though, using all the viciousness he had left in him the swordmaster managed to knock the knives of the guard away when he blocked.
And then Joshua dropped his sword, grabbed the bandit, forced him to the ground and pummelled the s**t out of him.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 7:23 pm
ABIGAIL AND WESLEY_____________________Your minds are closed._█████████████████████████████▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xx
Open your imaginations....XXXXXXXX Filthy, stupid Mage boy. Or Shaman boy, however one wanted to address him. Taking away mother's hand, stashing it away, probably destroying it, knowing his ignorance- what was he thinking?
They had gone without mother's protection long enough.
On the outskirts of Eyris, two determined figures looked ahead, resting their eyes on the rickety stone structure that had once been used for worship. Even from afar, they could hear familiar screams and wails of those kept withing halls that formerly reverberated hymns to the heavens. All too familiar, this- after all, they'd spent a good deal of their lives in an area not too far from here. Asylums were a last stop for the insane, the mentally deteriorated, the traumatized, and those that would plea mental instability in order to be spared the noose. Gods did not come, attracted to the divine music and heartfelt worship; they now scorned the place, as surely as a leper colony would be shunned by traditional citizens.
The stone walls, though they appeared sturdy, leaked sound from between the stones themselves. On each of the three floors, presumably on the top of each cell, there were grates of iron that kept the prisoners firmly in their cells. For whatever one called the insane, they were not 'patients' in these wards; merely prisoners that needed to be kept separate from the rest of the normal population. Animals in cages, if one preferred to refer to their violent natures.
From Tharis, the Twins had moved quickly back to Eyris. Or, at least, as quickly as their feet and stolen horses could carry them. It wasn't until they had actually laid eyes upon it, however, that they realized that their goal would be a little bit harder than they had imagined.
After all, leaving the asylum behind in their recent stint in Eyris meant that they had forgotten those little details. The iron bars that criss-crossed over the windows? Those had been forgotten. So had the guard posted in front of the very heavy front doors.
With a look to one another, the twins tapped their feet against the ground awkwardly and in sync. They were wringing their hands behind their backs, and they each let out a heavy sigh.
Well, damn it.
So they'd forgotten a few pivotal details, and their only planned entrance route (via the windows) was now out of the question. The question remained- what to do? How on earth were they going to get into the asylum, stir up enough trouble to allow them to search their Mother's old cell, and get out before the guards attacked them?
"Brother, you forgot! Two high, one to the left, a squeak to the right, and yea, the way will show!" With a pleasant series of steps, Abigail let out a little giggle before leading her brother wide around the asylum. In the unguarded back, the stench of decay and human waste was especially strong; however, it was also the place where they used to sneak in to see their mother, so long ago. Reaching down to the row of stones closest to the ground, the twins scraped the stones with their hands, searching for the fleck of blood that had dried a small eternity ago on the makeshift bricks.
They spotted it- a dark brown series of flecks that looked like a butterfly. With a grin, Wesley held his finger up to his lips, sheathed the sword he had been carrying, and counted the stones.
They skirted two stones above it, then jumped to the left. As their hands jumped to the middle of that stone, they giggled in unison, their hands moving a breath to the right. With a grin, they pushed...
And the stone wiggled, sliding forward smoothly, quietly, and easily on ground covered in a thin layer of silt. The adjacent block was a bit tougher to move, but as the twins had gotten bigger since they'd left, they had to move that one, as well. They made their way quickly in, pulling themselves through one after the other.
The sounds of shuffling boots caught their attention- they quickly kicked the blocks back into place, and slid behind one of the crates that held food for the asylum.
The guard made his rounds, feeding each prisoner through a slot in the door. One plate of food for each captive, and one saucer of water; no more, no less. Those that ate with their hands were left to their own business, while those that were more civilized were granted forks if their behavior was relatively manageable. He would go back upstairs to get food, then return downstairs with each portion- it took him quite some time to get near the crates, where he would surely sit down to rest.
When the poor guard had finally finished his duty, he was rewarded with a knife sliding across his throat before he'd even realized the danger. While Abigail couldn't stop him from gasping and gurgling, she stifled any attempt at a scream with a swift squeeze of his throat. She let his body fall, then looked to the row of prisoners to each side. Wesley was already taking inventory of the prisoners, trying to determine which of the 'patients' would work as the most effective distraction.
A guard was stationed outside of the front doors, but three still lurked the halls. Two children couldn't take them on.
...But a few dozen inmates certainly could.
((Tl;dr? Asylum members, now would be a great time to convince Wesley and Abigail that you're good to go. They need healthy patients to bust out of the asylum.)) xx ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
XXXXXXXX..Broaden your horizons.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 7:57 pm
Turn and looks at the guard who fell
"your lucky I didn't kill you, your helmet being in good shape spared your life, and you are in no position to threaten anyone, and besides a few guards must live for my plan to not crumble"
"that and the fact that you'll probally die from bleeding before anyone arrives means less work for me"
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:14 pm
Back and forth. That was all this job had required of him. He had a couple keys on his belt and a Steel Lance that was about tall as he was. His shield was slung across his back with a piece of leather. His armour a deep crimson as always while he patrolled the hallways on the third floor.
"This is...madness...sentenced executions...False accusations. Guard members resigning. I do not support this new king or his advisor. After all that, I'm stuck in this creepy prison with maybe even more crazed prisoners. Some were here on bogus trials and some were just crazy. " Levail had thought out as he heard his feet make a sound as he patrolled the silent hallway. He had done jail duty back in Begnion before, but he was always under orders of Zelgius.
This time, he was patrolling under a bogus ruler and his crooked advisor. He wanted to do something. To end the suffering, to bring actual justice back to the Learanians. He just couldn't formulate an idea yet.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 8:55 pm
 -Elibe-
The day's take was a pouch of gold coins he'd spotted on an elderly man in one of the city's sundries stores. The guy had denied some sort of purchase he himself was trying to make (perhaps he had failed to haggle a better price?) and put it back in his robe. Saifer had first spied the little leather meal ticket by passing a window display of the modest little shop. At first, he'd been looking at some of the toys and whatnot on display with a bit of a sad expression on his face...and then he saw his conveniently located target. The man was about to exit the store when Saifer immediately got into position. He decided to use one of the tactics he kept for the gullible types. It was the 'whoops, sorry sir, didn't see you there' maneuver, a truly classic approach. By the time Saifer had excused himself and been on his way, the old geezer didn't even realize he had been turned into a sucker.
Now in an alley, Saifer began to throw around the pouch, delighted to hear the gold chinking around inside. It was of some comfort to the homeless boy to have a small stock of cash now, among a few other pieces hidden in his little burrow. Securing it to his waist, he began to walk back to that very same burrow (though making sure to steer cleer of the area he'd seen the old man just in case). So, taking the long way back, his eyes began to wander around curiously, looking for any opportunities that would come to him while he was still out. Surprisingly, he found one such chance - a couple was leaving their home, presumably for more than a 10 minute walk. Normally, Saifer would just make due with what he had and seek out easier targets like the gullible old men who pay no mind to little kids bumping into them. Now, however, he decided to simply take a look inside for anything that would sell for a cool sum of gold. Winter was coming, after all, and if people had enough to keep roofs over their heads, they certainly had enough to spare.
Taking a quick look around and finding no one out at the moment, he quickly dashed over to the locked door with lockpick in hand and began to work. It didn't take very long for the triumphant click of the door opening to reach his ears. Smirking, Saifer opened the door and quickly shut it behind him as soon as he was inside. He turned around, and then gaped at an ancient woman who was similarly looking back at him.
"What do you think you're doing?!" the old bat practically screeched after a moment of awkward silence. She jumped up (obviously choosing not to adhere to the loss of such quick bodily functions at that age) and picked up the closest object in her hand as a weapon...a broom. By this time, however, Saifer already had one foot out the door. He'd fight against the tough guys who wanted to beat him back for stealing their stuff, but not...well, a person in their golden years or below 8 years of age. "Thief, thief!" she screamed all the while, shaking the broom at him as he made his escape. Unfortunately, the street had chosen this time to happen to have a patrolling soldier on it. It was the worst-case scenario he never had wanted to deal with, but there was no helping it. He took out his katana as he ran, intending to use it for defense if the need arose.
The soldier immediately snapped to attention and started chasing the hungry little orphan boy...who simply looked like a teenage miscreant to the untrained eye. Saifer ran past curious onlookers and into another alley as to avoid any more soldierly types chasing after him. He still didn't want to fight, though - after all, the soldier had a spear, and Saifer was afraid of hurting the guy too bad if he used the Light Brand. He kept running, searching for more side alleys to go through. Unfortunately, there weren't as many as one might suspect. Saifer eventually caught sight of a wooden door offset by the rest of the stone-paved alley around him. Deciding to take his chances with the door, Saifer dashed over to it immediately and began to jiggle the handle with his free hand. Locked, of course.
"Hold it!" sounded the pursuer's voice.
Looking up at the approaching soldier and then back at the door, Saifer swore a bit and took out a lockpick.
'I don't want to be caught...I never even wanted this kind of life...' he thought, fumbling with his work on the door. 'Why did it end up like this?' He continued to jiggle the lock back and forth, trying to keep the panic out of his fingers. 'I just want to get far away from here...' A few more moments of hurriedly coaxing the door to allow passage, there was a resounding click. Not even checking to see how far the spearman had progressed in reaching him, Saiger threw open the door and ran inside...
-Learania-
Shock. Confusion. An understandably undescribable sensation of being somehow forced away through time and space by the will of the universe. Then, he was standing on his own two feet in an altogether different new world. There were plenty of slums in cities that he'd visited in his lonely little personal quest to nowhere, but this was far different. First were the walls - their function was not to look pretty, but the altogether feeling and design of it screamed dungeon to him. Next came the smells and the sights, just now becoming noticable to him now that his racing heart had began to calm down. It was the foul odor of decay...of what, Saifer wasn't sure. If he had to guess, it would be the stench of a dead man or the excrements of a living man. Then again, who's to say it wasn't both?
Now that his first minute observations were out of the way, he began to consider where he was - at the end of a row of cells. Saifer suddenly felt dizzy, as if his mind just realized that wherever he was, he should not have been there under any cruel circumstance. Not by a sadistic god's will, and not through his own simple crimes. The place was a prison, all right. That was easy enough to gather. It was also pretty simple to look behind him and confirm that there was no way he could have come here through any physical doorway whatsoever. Capture by the soldier seemed far better an option now - at least maybe the prison he'd be taken to in that city would be less frightening than this one.
His current position was near the end of a row of cells. Walking forward, he noticed some prisoners (naturally), but they didn't look at all like he thought they would. Saifer had always thought of the true criminals as killers, rapists, people you could tell who were bad by sight. The fifteen year old didn't know better, he didn't know there were some people who were far more dangerous inside than outside. What he saw were people with either pained or serene expressions on their faces either struggling against their full-body bonds or silently eating their meals with some measure of dignity. Some had mad eyes on them - well, that was how Saifer liked to describe them. The glassy orbs known as eyeballs seemed to hold a haunted or out-of-focus and wild expression in them when worn by these people.
Wanting to find a way out as quickly as he could, Saifer began to jog in his haste to find an exit. As he went on, however, he spotted a slumped over body on the ground with its throat sliced open. It was fresh.
Saifer's heart exploded out of its ribcage in a frenzy of rapid retorts as Saifer backed away slowly, horrified by what he was seeing. The thieving boy had woke up this morning to the delightful rarity of bread for breakfast and was now, ironically, about to lose whatever he had stored in his deprived body for the day. Keeling over in another direction, he held his heart for a moment before forcing himself to calm down and keep back the bile rising up in his throat. He leaned against a wall between two cells, trying to collect himself. [Someone please feel free to interact with him. Thank you so much.]
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:00 pm
Melethia Dagon Crafter of Flames Melethia had been in the asylum for a few months. She had decided this was the 2nd worst thing to happen to her. The thing that caused Asami to form was worse than this.
She wasn't treated too kindly. She was in a way a good looking woman, even with the scars. She got food, but some of the guards took advantage of her in a sedated state.
Her dress had been torn so badly it was barely covering was it needed to cover. She had gotten skinner and her hair had gotten a bit longer. There was even a few new scars on her thighs.
Death was such a normal smell to Melethia. The smell of guards was also something that was a normal to her. The smell of blood though would always stick out. She had been sitting against the wall with her head down. She lifted her head up. Though the hair was covering her eyes quite well. She then got up and walked to the bars.
"To whoever is out there," She said with a growl, "Let me out. I've been here for far too long. I've been wanting to kill the guards for a while. They've used me for some fun. If I were a human I'm sure I would be in worse shape, maybe even dead. You need someone strong to help you take down the guards. I'm very willing to do that for you."
"Besides," She thought,"I've got some things I need to take care of." Melethia lifted up her head some more. Her brown eyes, that were now visible, were filled with rage and revenge. Do you think I care what happens...
...Just perish by my flames.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:46 pm
"I may also be a good asset in order for you to get past those guards," a voice rang from one of the dark cells around the children. A clatter of the bowl echoed across the dark halls of the asylum. "I've been meaning to get out of this place anyways," A figure dressed in a black robe slowly revealed itself as he made his way towards the rust metal bars of his cell. "And it seems as though the opportunity has bestowed itself right before me," he added. He slowly removed his hood, revealing a man with his black hair covering one of his eyes, only to reveal one.
The face revealed to show him to be calm and somewhat an innocent look in her eyes. It would make people wonder why he was even in there in the first place. Of course Kione knew the reason why he was there. He had done something terrible and it forced him into this dirty asylum. His gaze quickly changed to a different direction as a surprised figure appeared literally out of nowhere into the halls of the asylum.
The confused look on the guy's face mad it pretty obvious that he either accidentally stumbled upon this place or that he was from another world. Seeing how it was very unlikely to "accidentally" stumble upon a huge place like this, Kione assumed it was the Latter. Of course, he only thought of that possibility because he stumbled upon the world the same exact way. The summoner's eyes noticed a slight glimmer coming from the hands of the surprised person. It was none other than a lock pick.
"Hey," he whispered to the boy. His cell happened to be right next to him, "You should let me out of this cell with your pick in your hands." Maybe talking to him suddenly wasn't the greatest idea, but the mage just wanted to get out of the dreaded place he's been stuck in for who knows how long. Kione also had an idea. "I'll tell you about where you are, if you let me out," he added, hoping to get the guy's attention.
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Posted: Thu Sep 09, 2010 10:58 pm
Forcing his mind to focus on the path of survival rather than of shock and awe, he turned away from the body and began to hear voices in the air around him. They were prisoners, calling out for someone to let them out so that they could kill their captors and make their escape.
Naturally, Saifer was frightened to be in such a place, and he also had the feeling that this was the wrong time to be there. Not like he would want to be here any other particular point in time, but it seemed that right now something was happening that would prove to end in violence and death. A prisoner escape, he gathered...well, it certainly wasn't too far-fetched a theory, judging by the corpse currently staring at him. Suddenly, he heard a voice next to him that made him jump in surprise. He usually wouldn't be so sensitive as he was being today, but a third-party somewhere would probably agree that nothing about any of this madness could or should be taken so calmly.
Saifer listened to the man, but he hardly heard him. His instinct was just to run away as fast as possible and deny this place. However, he didn't even know what 'this place' was...and the man inside the rusted bars offered an opportunity to find out. The problem was that while Saifer would love to actually find the answer to the question of the hour so easily, he couldn't simply let a prisoner out of jail. Saifer was thinking about all the psycho cases he'd seen on his way to the spot he was in right now, and he didn't want to chance being strangled at random by a serial murderer he'd let out of his cell. "You...you're a killer, aren't you?" murmured Saifer just loud enough that the man could hear him. "I just...don't know what i'm doing here. But I can't let you out, can I? It's...not right."
Of course, he could care less whether it was 'right' or not to let the prisoner rot for his crimes, but Saifer didn't exactly want to bet on the man being sane and unhostile without any proof whatsoever. He clenched the lockpick in hand and looked at the door. Unfortunately, it was the type of lock he could manipulate, so the option of letting the man out was still there. He stood there in uncertain contemplation, his legs begging to run as fast as possible but his mind telling him that he badly needed to understand the situation better before doing anything rash.
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Posted: Fri Sep 10, 2010 2:38 am
(Since my placeholder, you know, didn't count apparantly, I'll just make my post here. :/ ) You know I can't slow down...
I can't hold back...
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Lance snarled in response to Roy's continued apology. "Damn right it's your fault, ya wanker. But dun you dare apologizing to me and Blossom again. No sorries makes your idiocy undone. If any apologizing is to be done, say your sorries to the poor bastards who got whacked cause you lacked the common sense to check if they were the enemy or not. If you had, me and Blossy wouldn't have had to come in balls blazing to save your sorry hide from your own rashness."
Lance was surprised over the young lord's tenacity to play a martyr. The thief would've thought the red-hair would've gotten the point after the lecture he got from the judge. But to even do it at random DURING some sort of attack on the caravan? Talk about having messed up reality checks.
...a person popped in through the opening that had nearly impaled Lance. After exchanging words with his friend, the black-clad person (copycat, Lance exclaimed inside), Blossom followed the man outside and after motioning for them to come to, Roy stepped in line and came along too. Lance sat there dumbfounded for a brief moment, before weakly protesting. "No one here sees any trouble with following an unknown, hooded, suspicious fellow into Fortuna knows where? No?" After no reply, Lance sighed. "Bollocks."
As Lance scrouched his way out, he could see the guard that had called him a rapist earlier unconscious on the ground, face up. Lance quickly hopped over to his body, pulled his own pants down, and with a few brief rubs, teabagged the guard in the face. Satisfied with his defiling, he rushed along with the other freed prisoners, hoping Blossom at least had some sense about trusting their sudden liberator.
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Though you know, I wish, I could...
You know there ain't no rest for the wicked... Until we close our eyes for good...
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