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 Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 7:05 pm
 Thanks to the Watch members' efforts, they were able to finish inventory before sunset. There were a few times where they struggled with a box and Sunil switched boxes with them because they were just a little too weak to carry boxes of that size. Beorc sure were weak if they didn't train, huh? He did get to know them a little though. They weren't bad Beorc.
Well, they kept their end of the deal. Might as well go get registered now, since it seemed like they weren't going to let him go anyway. So he ended up following them to the castle to get registered.
Upon entering the castle though, they found chaos. Guards were chasing after a Laguz that was causing a mess after attacking one of them. Sunil sighed before one of the Watch members asked him if he could try helping.
"If it's a Beast Laguz, I can probably calm them down. Any of the other Laguz is beyond my specialty." he said. "I'll see what I can do though, nya."
He took a deep breath. Wait for it. Wait for it...
"Move, all of you! Don't make me repeat myself!" he shouted as he dropped down to all fours, shifting into his Beast form. Sunil then charged forth, weaving around the guards as best he could, especially the ones who were too slow to react after hearing him.
He soon reached the front of the group, and up ahead... was the instigator. A Tiger. He recognized this scent, now that he was between the troublemaker and all that armor.
Good ol' Rajin. What mischief were you up to this time?
Being the faster of the two, Sunil easily caught up to Rajin.
What...are you DOING? he hissed at the Tiger.((Bold without quotation marks is how I'll have Sunil communicate in Beast form...unless we already have a way to do that.))
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 7:54 pm
If the laguz were able to talk beorc language in their animal forms, the soldiers would be able to hear the tiger laughing at them. Damn it felt great to release his stress and frustrations. If he were to hold on any longer, he might have killed one of the soldiers.
More soldiers were coming, trying to capture him. Although there were some who blocked his path, Rajin either weaved or jumped and pawed the soldier, no claws out, before continuing to run. He also let out a roar from one location to another, letting the soldiers know that there was a laguz on the loose. He had to do it in order to let the others sneaked in so well.
There were archers among the castle walls, shooting arrows at him, but the tiger continued to run, dodging the arrows and barely being hit. Some soldiers even had net to throw at him, which made the tiger stopped his track and ran in a different direction. Although Rajin had managed to capture the soldiers' attention, he had brought more than he would have thought. Damnit, if more were to count, he would be surrounded by them. Maybe he didn't plan it out too far.
While the tiger ran, he caught a new scent among the field of iron and armor. That scent, it was different from the others and it smelled familiar. Did he recognize this person?
Before the tiger could figure out that scent, his ears twitched when he heard someone hissing in a different tongue. Twisting his head around, Rajin saw a blue cat chasing after him. Hey, it was that same cat he met earlier. He didn't expect to run into him again. What was that cat doing here?
What does it look like? Rajin growled back at the cat as he pounced at the soldier, causing the soldier to fall back on his back and continued to run. If the tiger could make human expression in his form, the cat would have seen a devilish smirk across his muzzle. I'm showing these bastards not to mess with me about that stupid law of theirs.
He then jumped toward another soldier and pawed him across the head, causing the helmet to spin a third of the way to block the man's sight. Rajin then moved back and ran, dodging another guard who tried to pierce him with a lance.
Besides, Rajin growled as he looked back at the cat. Someone got to keep these soldiers busy if others were busy playing rescue heroes. If you're there to register yourself, suit yourself. But if you're not, then wanna help me?
Whether the blue cat wanted to help or not, Rajin didn't mind. He had a mission to do so and he had to do his job well. Besides, have another ally with him and causing mayhem would be better. It would be like flipping the finger at the soldiers about the laguz law.
Isadora marched down the corridor, heading toward the dungeon. Whatever plan Rogvald had at the moment in the dungeon, the paladin wanted answers. She knew quite well that they were not to move the prisoner before the execution time. Right now, it was too early to move Rath.
But as she went, she spotted soldiers standing near the door. The Dame Knight ignored the soldiers as she walked pass them and tried to open the door, only to find that it was locked. She turned her head to one of the soldiers.
"Open this door immediately." Isadora ordered the guard.
"Lady Isadora, Lord Valter-"
"I don't have time for your explanation. Open the door this instant." Isadora ordered again, her eyes narrowed.
The guard let out a small gulped before he pulled out his key and unlocked the door. As he opened the door, the paladin quickly went inside...
... And found a group of soldiers surrounding a small group of people. On the other side was Valter himself. The paladin was surprised at the sight.
What was going on? She thought that Valter had something to do with Rath, but not a small group of people. But when the Dame Knight looked at the small group, shock and bewildered dawned on her when she saw Blossom and Lance among the group. What? What were they doing there? The paladin had heard the news earlier that the prisoners who were transported to the grand prison had escaped. However, she did not expect to see them here.
Confused and bewildered of what was going on, Isadora looked up at Valter. "Valter, what is the meaning of this?"
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Posted: Tue Sep 28, 2010 8:50 pm
Were the cat able to make expressions in his transformed state, he would be frowning at the Tiger's poor answer as to why he was doing this.
There's gotta be a better way to do that without attacking them... he growled.
...Though, it did seem like fun. Ever since the laws came up, he couldn't really do anything fun. And it had been a while since he last transformed and got to enjoy himself.
Then he heard Rajin mention a rescue mission. So that was the real reason for it. Sunil pondered for a bit as he kept up with the Tiger, evading guards here and there with remarkable ease. The Watch members he worked with were good people. He'd hated to betray their trust like this. If only there was some way he could communicate with them about not getting involved since this held a purpose besides the whole 'we hate the anti-laguz law nya' business. Sadly, the Beorcs didn't understand their language.
... Fine, I'll help. On the condition that we don't harm the Watch members. They were nice enough to help me out and I'd hate to betray their trust. We'll have to cause mayhem another way... and I have just the plan.
All of a sudden, Sunil slammed into Rajin, causing him to crash into a nearby guard and knock him over. The cat then let out a fierce snarl, hopefully keeping the guards wary and enough distance away from the two Beast so that Sunil could explain his plan.
The name of the game is Guard Bowling. Rules are simple. Use your opponent to stall the guards as much as possible from going to interfere with the rescue mission. You can only deal indirect damage to the guards, so no attacking them yourself. You get points on the number of guards you knock over by sending your opponent into them. Just uh... don't use your claws. And no biting. And... yeah, try not to get stabbed. You can get rid of their weapons though if they come close. And make sure you get up quickly. You wouldn't want to get pinned down by the guards and let the game end, would you? Make it as wild as possible. You versus me. Loser treats Winner to a meal. You game? the cat asked. Or are you too chicken?
If the cat could make a facial expression, he'd be smirking as he taunted the larger Tiger.
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 2:12 am
 Ugh, that old man... always giving orders. As if Javelin worked for him. It was a bit tiring, really. Rogvald knew Javelin was here under orders. But he seemed to take that as complete subordination, instead of just following commands as ordered. Shame really. It wasn't as if he had to obey; and if it came down to it, the old man or him? He'd leave that old sack of meat behind in a heartbeat. He wasn't as useful as all that, honestly, and if it came down to that then there wouldn't be much of a chance left anyway. Oh well. No need to inform the 'Advisor' of that, was there? After all, if this went well none of that would matter.
And hey, he had a mission to perform. Quite an easy one, as well. Nomad had been passing messages; there weren't any staff who went down there regularly enough, so it had to be an outsider. Door was locked; only one way into the dungeon. A thread was strung, gossamer-thin, near the top of the window; the shadows would hide it, and anyone moving through it quickly - say, someone who didn't want to be seen - wouldn't notice the light brush of it breaking any more than they would notice passing through a single strand of spiderweb. That was the alert; then came the listening. Of course, there were ways and means of listening in nearly every room in the castle, as in all castles. In this case, it was a hole, pierced carefully through the adjoining wall by Javelin himself. And so, the message was passed on to two people; an inconsequential one, to be sure, but it gave him a location. Intercepting would be easy. This boy was not bad at his job, to be sure; but he could be no older than his early twenties. Javelin had twenty-five years of experience. This child stood no chance.
Through the city; the child he was following fled across the rooftops. Classy, but ridiculous. Silhouettes against the moonlight only worked in stage plays; in real life, they simply made you an easier target for arrows. That, and easy to track; something human-sized moving across rooftops, dislodging tiles and scaring away birds? Why, that was the next-best thing to carrying a torch. No need to intercept him, yet. No, causing a commotion in the city would be unnecessary, as well as a bit... sloppy. In, take the target silently, out. If you were ever noticed, the mission was a disaster. That was how it should go. Nothing to link you to the incident, no mess, no fuss, no big stage production. Unlike that harlequin. Pietro was... skilled, of course, but ever so ridiculous.
In any case, slipping out of town was easy. Javelin stuck to the shadows, moving rather normally; people notice someone skulking about. Once out of the city, then came the difficult part; following him through plains. Of course, on a plain there are not many places to hide. The distance widened; of course, the boy was easily predictable, making it... well, not exactly easy for Javelin to hide, but he had an idea of when Crow would turn. Drop, slip behind a lone tree, roll into a low spot in the ground. At least the moon was not at its brightest; that gave him at least some extra measure of concealment.
And then, here was what he had been waiting for. The expanse of trees surrounding the Manor; as expected, the spy chose the shorter route over the safer route, rejecting moving around to the open way in favor of going straight through the forest. And he was beginning to flag, just a bit; running miles tended to do that to a person. Here was where Javelin would have him.
Speed. He had to move up. His movements took him up, nearly beside the boy; once in a while, a dark shadow would flick through the trees, easily mistaken for a bird. A small twig would snap, or leaf would rustle; a squirrel? A deer, perhaps? But the boy would know there were enemies nearby. he would be alert. And the sounds would make him cautious. One couldn't simply run while there was possibly an enemy about. So Javelin kept up, moving about easily, getting ever closer as he readied. It was night; the boy wouldn't be a major challene; why not give him a 'chance'?
And there. Perfect. That tree would do nicely, once he was done. His movements stopped suddenly; the now-almost constant sound cutting off in mid-snap. Everything was silent. No animals, no wind, nothing but the sound of Crow's breathing. Fear. It was there, Javelin was sure. It would be silly to say he could smell it; but he knew it would be there. The boy was surely thinking of what Rath had said, of course. Suddenly, it would make perfect sense. It was... an omen.
And Javelin began, slipping silently down from a branch behind the spy and thrusting a long, thin dagger - sharpened to a needle point - into the back of Crow's chest, sliding just a wee bit right of the heart. Not fatal; not even life-threatening. But, obviously a wound that had been dealt by choice, not by mischance. "... Evening, kid," Javelin whispered, mouth close against Crow's ear. "Tonight's your last night. Shall we dance?" And he was gone, form melting back into the trees to wait.
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Overlord of Night- Shadow
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Posted: Wed Sep 29, 2010 1:37 pm
The soldiers had confronted the dragon girl in a different part of Eyris. Tiki hadn't really been focusing on much, other then getting away as fast as she could. Now that she had been told off, everything else that was going on was slightly more apparent: It wasn't only dragons that were being brought into line by what these new rules entailed.
She kept running, darting along paths and between people, her mind fixed on getting away from whatever trouble it was that these people thought her residence might cause, whatever that is.
Her tiny legs eventually grew tired, causing her to slow to a walk. She had no idea how much distance she had covered in the sprint. The city limits still weren't in view, so not far enough.
People had said things about a resistance group. Apparently there was a group of people. And they had received a message about something.
But none of that was relevant. Tiki made her way to the city limits at her own pace. She would be able to live in the surrounding area for at least a little while.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 8:13 pm
WESLEY_____________________I need you back._█████████████████████████████▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xx
You tore out a piece of my soul....XXXXXXXX Wild animals and the basic instincts of humankind were remarkably similar, despite the claims of human superiority theorists. The same fight or flight instincts, the same intolerance to being caged, the same intrinsic hunger and thirst... all ran through the veins of living creatures across all worlds, whether said creature was sentient or considered blissfully unaware of the world around it. Strip back the intelligence and arrogance of the common man, and beneath it lay the bare bones that allowed humanity to survive in the wilds of prehistory. Tear back dignity, sever ties to law, and remove the element of security, and even the most civilized human being could be reduced to a snarling, vicious animal that lived purely off of instinct in order to survive.
That was the case with the civil members of society. For those who lived on its fringes, the fragility of their minds made the trip from civility to savagery all too common.
Wesley's mind had abandoned rationality. His sister was on the run, and the cold feeling of separation that took root in his heart was underscored by a primal surge of adrenaline, fear, and paranoia. His heart thudded painfully in his chest as he pushed through the crowds, attempting to use his smaller size to his advantage even as the civilians struggled to make sense of the sudden commotion. His eyes flitted constantly to potential hiding places, but Eyris was so dreadfully exposed- there were too many eyes, too few shadows!
His tattered purple cape fluttered as he ran, and that alone marked him as a prime target- it was hard to hide such a color, even if it was dark! All the same, he couldn't risk leaving such a keepsake behind. Aware that he was a beacon, he closed his eyes and ran as fast as he could, still clutching the supplies in his hands.
He vaguely noticed the dark shade in the crowd, but didn't expect interference.
As the shade suddenly rushed forward and pulled him back, the child's eyes flew open wider than he thought possible- his muscles froze, his very blood ran cold, and shock shook his system as the robe moved to cover him.
He felt cornered, trapped- the cloth was warm, by gods, the cloth was warm! It was a sack, a trap, it was some sort of device that smelled like a man and yet contained the smothering heat that promised that he wouldn't get out again! It was a reminder, a present torture, a precursor to a future would never allow the sun to shine on him again! The dark, the dark, the warmth, the cloth, the stench of another man's final breath... a prophecy of a time where he would never see his sister, with his eyes swathed with black cloth while a crowd awaited his execution! Then, finally... the final darkness, the descent, the feeling of momentary weightlessness before the noose tightened around his neck...
Oh, Abigail!
All Kione would be able to see and feel was the sight of a fragile brunet boy, eyes wide open and his entire body shaking uncontrollably. He had frozen, he didn't resist, he didn't move, he didn't struggle. His hands were locked, his knees refused to take him anywhere, and he found himself unable to blink as the kind summoner held him close.
The boy's heart raced, his skin covered in cold sweat, and his very breathing was light and panicked. He couldn't see, he couldn't think, he wasn't there, he wasn't going to die, he was going to live, damn it, live...
He was in such a state of shock and primal fear that he did not resist even once as Kione moved him away from the pulsing crowds and the piercing eyes of the guards that chased after him. xx ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
XXXXXXXX...Return my sanity.
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 9:16 pm
ABIGAIL_____________________Where are you?_█████████████████████████████▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ xx
Even if you did it for me...XXXXXXXX When a mother duck moves, the duckling follows. When a member of a flock takes wing, the others swiftly follow- when a fish in a tightly knit school so much as twitches, the others pick up on its cue. While their ties were not genetic or socially necessary, Abigail knew when to cut her losses and move to save her own skin. Though she had limited knowledge of the town, it was Saifer who was able to slip through the crowds and into the welcoming darkness. Just like her brother, adrenaline coursed through her blood; unlike Wesley, Abigail's body used it as fuel for the fire, not an agent of paralysis. Where her brother felt uncontrollable terror, she felt an indescribable rush as they swept through the crowds. Leaning back against the wall, she smiled as her breathing begin to slow.
Looking not unlike a cat that had gotten a canary, despite her underlying feeling of loss for her brother, she smirked as she watched the guards run ineffectively by. She'd gotten away, she'd outwitted them; if only her brother could be with her, to relish in this overwhelming rush of feelings, sensations, and emotions!
Her hands, smoothing their way passively down the wall, left smears of blood from the fingertips of her gloves. Despite the sting, she didn't care- she felt as if she ruled the world. Her heart pulsed blood through her veins in surges, in utter waves of euphoric energy; enough to make her very fingers weep with joy!
Then the boy opened his mouth.
Said euphoria quickly died as he chastised her, and descended into a cold fury as soon as Saifer grabbed her by the wrist. She snapped her hand away without a second thought, her head turning back to the front of the alleyway. For the briefest of moments, her eyes scanned for her brother- the brother that had suddenly disappeared into the crowds. As there was no further ruckus from the guards, she pushed him out of his mind as she met Saifer's eyes with the coldest of stares.
She was not 'they'. They were not a 'they'. She was 'she', and he was merely a means to an end.
"You don't own me, sir."
Her deceptively polite words were underscored by the scathing chill of her words, and she stood her ground. Once again, suspicion lit up her eyes, and she ripped the gloves from her hands.
Almost as if lamenting the loss of her joy, again the crimson tears poured from torn nails and severed hopes.
Distrust had taken root in her heart, her wounded pride reflected in the way she held herself so carefully. Her torso was turned away from him, her hands moving to pull a dagger close to her body; the fidgeting from her earlier adrenaline rush had stopped cold.
He talked down to her. Like she was a child, like she was useless, like she was less than human!
She had dignity, she had pride, she had the intrinsic value of humanity, she was skilled, she was strong, and damn, she was weak right now, but so what? He had no right to talk down to her, he had no right to treat her like scum, he had no right to talk to her like she was something to be protected and caged and fed with a carefully measured dish and spoon behind iron bars and under the careful watch of men that deemed themselves qualified and said that they only wanted to HELP--
"We don't need you. We never did. We fared well without you, you know.
"We can do it ourselves! We can do well without you! We can survive! Can you, boy? Can you survive without us?"
She ended with a violent, vicious hiss.
While her brother reacted to separation with fear, she lost her hold on tact. The hold on her otherwise civil behavior was gone. xx ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬ ▬▬▬▬▬▬▬
XXXXXXXXBring me back my heart!
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Posted: Thu Sep 30, 2010 11:09 pm
Saifer was never good with people. Even people who donated trifle sums of their gold or food willingly to the homeless boy didn't recieve much gratitude (which was essentially all they wanted - some bang for their buck, the sort that would make them feel less guilty). Keeping that in mind, Saifer was also a very skilled self-preservationist. Though he may be a coward, he was quite capable of acting when the time called for it. That single-minded self-preservation was all that had kept him alive for so long. Now, taking into consideration that he was not good with people and that he tended to be mechanically focused in stressful situations towards keeping himself alive, it was was quite confusing how Abigail responded to his aid.
He was only trying to keep them moving, keep them alive. It was regrettable, but they couldn't just go back for Wesley when all Saifer had was a Light Brand to go up against armored soldiers. But just as he was about to make their next move down another alleyway that would put some distance between them and the danger zone, Abigail forcibly pulled herself out of his grip. He stopped and looked back at her, confused as to why they were stopping when what Saifer wanted to do was keep moving. It was understandable that she wanted to go back for Wesley, but Saifer was not completely convinced that was why she had stopped since she only briefly scanned the crowd.
Abigail had simply stopped to cast a glance into the crowd, it seemed, before affixing a particularly nasty stare at the perplexed Saifer. Was she disappointed that he'd had them abandon Wesley? It couldn't be that she was irritated with his aiding her. He could have just pushed Abigail to the guards and tore off, after all, so why would she be mad that Saifer had led her through the crowd and into a (relatively) safe zone? Yet, by her next statement, it appeared she was indeed angry for his help in the situation that her brother's sloppy theft (and, of course, her suspicion-arousing fleeing of the scene) had caused. The tone of her words were comparable to...well, frost, actually. Her next action was ripping off her gloves as if they were parasites for some odd reason. As a result, the visible outward flow of blood renewed the thought of 'Demon Child' in his head.
There was a pause as Abigail turned away from him once more. Just what was going through the child's mind? What was that slight movement of her hands (which unknown to Saifer were clutcing the dagger) implying? The boy calmed his mind for a moment as he tried to remember exactly what he'd said to make him come across as so offensive. He could only recall the last thing, actually, which was something about letting him steal whatever they needed next time. Could she really be this offended by such a statement...? Well, he didn't have much people skills, so there was a thought for him to mull over. Putting himself in her shoes, he'd probably just take the mildly derogatory statement as something to consider next time before landing all of them in trouble. Even though the current situation was a result of Wesley's actions, Saifer had frustratedly added that note for Abigail to remember and perhaps pass on to Wesley at a later time (assuming they would find him and remain together, and both were looking more and more unlikely).
Saifer watched uneasily as the blood dripped down on the ground. Looking away and up at her face (or the back of her head), he was about to utter an apology before she went on to say rather rudely that they never needed him, and also imply that he would likely cease to live without their guidance, as if they were his guardians. At that, Saifer suddenly felt something snap in him and he went from confusion to anger.
"It is true I don't know where I am or how this 'world' works...but I can adjust. Alone...I have always survived. You two, on the other hand, seem to depend on each other. You have the other to help you along in whatever obstacle you face...both of you do well enough as a team, and I do not doubt that," Saifer paused, realizing that he may end up paying for his words before going on," But what if...what if something like this happens? One mistake and it could end up costing you everything - I know that very well. I learned it all on my own while I went about stealing food and valuables just to survive. So...I will assume that you know how fragile your situation is too. All I did was lend a hand...would you have preferred me to leave both of you well enough alone and save myself?"
When Saifer was finished, he started to think that maybe his little outburst had erred on his policy of self-preservation. Yet, he simply did not want to relent to Abigail's accusation of his weakness and instead had chosen to try and put it into perspective for her. Still, he probably should have considered that she was probably not the type to be reasoned with especially by someone with little social skill.
[I spent literally an hour trying to figure out what he was gonna say, and it still came out badly. The paragraph is so messed up in story terms and real-life comparisons, but... crying ]
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 6:34 am
Well what’s so bad about a little coin toss now and then?
The Tempest King Ahhh why don't you Live a little! ------------------------------------------------------------------------------------ C'mon! All in! Lucks gotta change someday!
Damn, so it had been a trap after all. He should have listened to that nagging voice.
Joshua looked back at Lance apologetically, "See, this is just how bad my luck can be sometimes." He said sheepishly before turning to look back at Valter. The New Commander of the Guard was gloating. Joshua could deal with that. It gave him time to plan a way out. But then Valter crossed THE LINE, YOU JUST DON'T CROSS. He mentioned Joshua's mother... now Joshua was going to have to kill him. And the unmounted wyvern rider felt the need to continue! Thoughts and plans were pushed from his head slowly as anger poured into him like water into a cup. The swordmaster had always been slow to anger, but as the saying went, "A fish out of water will drown nine times out of ten."
Lance's speech manged to snap him out of his tunnel vision. He was still angry, but at least he was thinking again.
"Lance," he addressed the man quietly, looking down at Valter's boots so the Commander wouldn't be able to see his mouth. "When the fighting starts, stick by me. Grab someone else and slip away into the castle. I'll open a path for you, dungeon's not far from here. Get Rath. Get out. Most of the guards will be coming here, we'll distract them... and if the Cat is in his usual mood, he's probably stirring things up to. They won't expect it. You should have a clear shot. Safer then going through the slobs behind us." After he was done, he looked back up at Valter and his men. They could still pull off the rescue. Valter's group only outnumbered them by one or two, with most of the guards behind them, cutting off the obvious means of escape.
Guess Valter didn't expect them to push forward into the castle.
Now that he wasn't enraged, he thought of something else. "You didn't kill my mother, Valter. Caellech did. And I paid him back in full. I believe you about setting the Hall on fire though and I thought I settled that debt as well. Guess not." He was suddenly moving. It didn't take him long to reach Valter as the servant's entrance was small. His blade was out and swinging at Valter's chest before anyone could intercept him.
He'd kill the fiend this time and deal with the consequences later.
And Izzy was there.
(In a hurry just assume he's to busy fighting Valter to notice)
C'est le vie
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How about we toss a coin? Heads I win Tails you DIE
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 4:09 pm
Well, here goes nothing.
Valter couldn't hear any of the voices around him. Because as many of you know, Valter is prone to breaking the 4th wall tunnel vision when he wants something dead. And, obviously, he wanted Joshua dead. Very dead.
So yeah, Valter easily blocked Joshua's sword stroke. He may have been a Wyvern Knight without a mount, but c'mon, you have to expect him to have at least a little training on foot. The Commander swung his uber spear around and hit Joshua in the stomach, pushing him back a bit, and leaving him vulnerable.
Also, of course Valter expected them to push up into the castle. That's why there were guards in the way.
Yeah, that's it. Was it worth the wait?
Didn't think so.
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Posted: Fri Oct 01, 2010 5:18 pm
Before the paladin could get a reply from Valter, the swordsman interrupted him and made a mad dash toward the commander. That fool, what did he think he was doing? Trying to make himself worse? And Valter, not giving an order to the guards. Maybe what others from Magvel were right, he was a madman.
"You!" Isadora turned her attention to one of the guards. "Go out and bring reinforcements. The rest of you, arm yourself. We don't want to harm them."
The paladin looked up at the group. She wasn't sure what to do with the group. She understood that they wanted to rescue the nomad. However, just remembering Rath's words from the trial made her haste.
If she helped these people and tried to rescue Rath, it would be a treason to the country and the king. It would also include putting the guild in danger if she were to do so. But most of all, it would go against Rath's wishes if she defied him.
It was hard for the Dame Knight to decide who should she help: the group who wanted to set things right and rescue Rath or to side with Valter in order to protect the guild, country, and Rath's wishes. What a terrible dilemma she was in.
Oh? So the cat wanted to help? Well, that was good. He would need the help to handle these soldiers. After all, from all the ruckus he had been causing, it looked like he brought like HALF of the military after him. Damn, he should have planned it more carefully.
Yeah, yeah, yeah. I won't harm the Watchmen. Rajin reluctantly replied as he ran toward another soldier. He wasn't sure why the cat said that. Weren't they the ones who brought him to get registered? ... Scratch that, why the hell would that cat wanted to get registered? If he was in that cat and ran into them, his first reaction was to get away from them. But nevermind that thought, he had to distract these soldiers.
But before the tiger could tackle down the soldier few feet ahead of him, he felt something rammed into him on the side, knocking the wind out of him, causing him to be off course, and crashed into another soldier nearby. Rajin shook his head as he got up from his tumble.
What the ********?! What the ******** was the cat's problem?! Didn't the cat say he was going to help him, not attack?! Either that cat was double-crossing him or he had no idea what the ******** was going on. Whatever the reason was, that cat had pissed the wrong laguz to deal with.
Forgotten about his mission, the tiger let out an angry roar before charging toward the blue cat. Rajin ran as fast as he could to ram into that mangy furball with all his might. In case that furball dodged him, he used his right front paw and swung it really hard into the cat's jawline.
What the ******** is your problem?! Rajin growled in anger.
Oh Rajin, if only you'd pay attention to Sunil's little "game" and not letting your temper get the best, this wouldn't have end it this way.
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Posted: Sat Oct 02, 2010 12:05 pm
You know I can't slow down...
I can't hold back...
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Lance sighed at Joshua's order, before wrapping his arm around Joshua's shoulder, as he whispered back to his, would you say, superior. "I appreciate the sentiment, kiddo, but don't flatter yourself. Look around you. Think you and this ragtag bunch can handle yourself with two men down, especially with more coming here? Wouldn't think so. I can move much quicker and more quiet on my own, so dun worry about me making it on my own. You keep the extra guy, I'll go alone. Send someone as backup once the fighting dies down a bit. Meet you on the way out."
As Joshua lunged at the wyvern rider blocking their path, Lance rolled his eyes. "Didn't you say you'd open up a path for me...no matter."
Lance turned towards the door leading into the castle. He prepared two coins, before himself charging at the guards in front of him. Chucking his coins diagonally forward, he snapped a finger, as the coins started spewing out smoke. As the room filled up with smoke, Lance carefully ran past the guards, moving into the building.
Assuming no one stopped him.
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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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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 9:36 am
((Due to a certain person, this post may be edited later on if a certain person post.))
Joshua and his group:The guards waited for their commander to shout out an order. They had surrounded the group. There was no escape for them. However, they couldn't arrest them without the commander's order. Just then, the guild captain entered the room and demanded what was going on. After the little conversation going on ((Since someone is too lazy to make a post)), the one that the commander was talking to attack him. Before the soldiers could react, another one was charging at them. The soldiers armed their weapon when the thief threw what sort of looked like pebbles. Pebbles? Ha! What did that fellow think they were? Five year olds? Unfortunately, that thief outsmarted them when smoke suddenly appeared, causing the people inside the room to be blinded. Unable to see what was going on and feared that the intruders would escape, the soldiers decided to capture them, with or without the commander's order. The two soldiers that let the thief escaped coughed before turning around to chase him. They felt that thief brushing passed them when that smoke appeared. It must be that he was going to the prisoner. They mustn't let him get to the prisoner. One soldier held his shield up as he charged blindly forward with his lance readied to thrust. He wasn't sure if he managed to hit one of the intruders or not, particularly the hero, but if he managed to hit, that would be enough. The two soldiers charged forward with their swords. Even though there was smoke filling up the room, it didn't mean they couldn't remember where the intruders were. Remembering where the two females were, the soldiers ran forward and swung down their weapons. Although they hadn't made the cry of battle, it didn't mean that their armor would make noise. The guard that was near the male archer drew out his sword while his other hand was trying to grope around the smoke. He knew that the archer was nearby, but where? Unable to feel the archer, the guard began to swung his sword aimlessly. He wasn't sure if he would hit him or not, but it should be enough to sense where that archer was. Two soldiers that were next to Valter raised their lances. They knew that their commander was fighting against the redhead, but they couldn't tell who thanked to the smoke. Taking a wild guess, the soldiers tried to pierced their lances at the shadowy figure. If it was the swordsman, that would be great. But if it was the commander, they hoped that the commander would go easy on them after they defeated the intruders. Rath:Unknown that there was a battle in another room, there were guards in front of Rath's cell. One was carrying a tray of Adlian's cuisine with nomadic tea. It was unknown what the prisoner's favorite meal was so they had to hire a Adlian cook to make a dish for him, since the prisoner shared similar culture with the Adlians. This would be the last meal the former captain would have. Standing between the two guards was a bishop, readied to hear the prisoner's confession and to pray for him. The bishop had a grim look on his face. He knew that this prisoner had a different religion than his. So why should he bother come and pray to someone who didn't have the same religion as him? They should have brought an Adlian priest to pray for him. Perhaps the Goddess taught him to be a samaritan and be merciful to others. Or maybe they didn't have time to bring someone to pray for him. Either way, the bishop had to do his work. Rajin and Sunil:The soldiers were busy trying to capture the rampaging tiger. Although they could bring forth the mage to cast fire on the laguz, they were ordered to capture the shifter, not kill it. And just when they thought that having one shifter was enough, another one popped out into the courtyard, this time it was a cat. Damn, another problem to deal with. However, the cat laguz was talking to the tiger... Or growling at the other? It was unknown what they were talking about. The soldiers do not understand their language if they were in their other forms. Whatever it was they're talking about, the soldiers hoped it wasn't some sort of alliance or something else. Whatever it was, they had to stop them. But before they could proceed, the cat bumped the tiger into another soldier and hissed at them. What the hell? Was the cat shifter now on their side? Just then, the tiger rammed into the cat. They were unsure what was going on, but it looked like they were fighting each other. That was good. As long as the shifters were focusing on each other, it would made their work easier. While the soldiers tried to avoid being knocked down by the shifter, two soldiers threw their net over to the tiger. They knew that the cat would be too fast to dodge them, might as well capture the tiger. One of the soldiers, who accidentally grabbed his dinner instead of his sword and realized what he had done, waved the turkey leg at the cat. "Here, kitty, kitty, kitty. You want food, right?" He hope the cat would be distracted of the food because two set of soldiers on either side were creeping up to the cat with ropes in their hands, readied to bind the shifter. Wesley and Kione:The guards continued their search, trying to capture those that broke the laws of Learania. Although their force had been split to smaller group, it didn't stop them from continuing their work. They had to find them and capture them. The guards chased the small boy through the streets of Eyris, shouting orders to the crowd to move aside for them to pass. It was hard to catch up with the child due to his height and speed, but they were able to find him by his cloak he wore. When the guards saw a dark figure stopped the boy, but tried to take him away, one of the guards yelled out. "Halt! Stay where you are!" If that figure in dark cloth tried to escape with the boy from the law, they would have to arrest that figure for apprehended the fugitive. Abigail and Seifer:While the guards were chasing Wesley, the other group was chasing the two thieves. Like the other, the guards shouted the crowd to move aside to make a path for them. But unlike the ones pursuing the boy, they had lost sight of the thieves. "Where did they go?" One of the guards questioned as he stopped and looked around. Those fugitives couldn't have gone away. They must be nearby somewhere. Darn those blasted crowd for blocking their view. As the guards scanned the area, they suddenly heard a shout nearby. Curious of who shouted it, one of the guards looked around and spotted an alley where the fugitives were. "There they are!" The guards shouted as he drew out his swords and headed straight toward them. The others followed suit behind him. Though they managed to block their path at one end of the alley, it didn't mean that they had block their other exit.
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Posted: Sun Oct 03, 2010 10:14 am
The puppeteering attempts that one would have had Crow do did not work. He did not go the whole way through the city on the rooftops. Such an act would be illogical and impossible at times. Crow had jumped from the higher buildings down to lower ones and eventually glided through the even darker shadows of Eyris' night time alleyways. Through the field outside of Eyris, Crow indeed was predictable on his route. He was very capable of telling when he was being followed, but was more intent on getting out of the open. At least the areas with high grass offered a momentary vanishing act. Entering the woods made it much easier to tell what was around. Crow was no fool, and his follower was too arrogant to think that anybody could possibly be aware of his presence. Sudden shadows would occur now and then naturally, but birds would not keep following the same path Crow took. The timing between twig snaps were too precise, as well. Crow was obviously being followed and not by a simpleton; his tracker had to be just as skilled if not more so than he. But then the sounds stopped. The move was coming. Crow was not afraid. Crow continued to run through the woods and mere moments after the sounds ceased, the sudden movement of the enemy was noticed. Really, leaping down from a limb was not very subtle. It made much more noise than snapping twigs. Crow quickly turned and grabbed Javelin's extended wrist, the thin knife not automatically hitting like it was desired to. The boy's eyes glowed in the moonlight as they narrowed and stared at the attacker. If Crow could help it, the night was not going to be his last. He threw the enemy assassin back. Crow could not attack when he grabbed him. The reactions of the two men were too quick and Crow could not have taken the time to pull out a dagger and stab. As Javelin was sent back towards a tree, Crow waved his arm across his body and flung it out, releasing a small soaring blade to follow up the move. However, the enemy was gone and the blade simply stuck into the bark. He had vanished back into the woods. So had Crow. He watched and listened carefully, flat against the side of a tree. A dagger was in his grasp.
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