Trinity and Mithera
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A young girl of white hair walked the streets, carrying a small, fluffy dragon against her shoulder as she pet the creature. The young lady spoke, "can you juggle? Or climb across bars? We'll need to be impressive, Mithera."
"I can't juggle," the dragon creature responded, looking at one of her paws, "and my pawns aren't suited for climbing on bars."
"What if you stood on top, instead of hanging below?" Trinity pushed her way through the door of a nearby prop store. Mithera climbed up onto the young lady's head, curling up and settling herself.
"Maybe."
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Trinity's stay in the store wasn't long. She got a ball, hoops of various sizes, and some plates and sticks. "You were the pet of an old couple? Aww, you big sweety. C'mon, let's find somewhere to rehearse."
Mithera would've been blushing if she could, and sat up a little on Trinity's head once she left the store, looking about with no amount of seriousness. She was wondering what kinds of things the minstrel had in mind for their little street performance. But she planned to do her best in whatever skit or tricks Trinity had planned.
The minstrel slipped into a lit alley, deciding it was perfect for her purposes. Once she's set herself off in a corner, she drops the ball to the ground and considers the materials she was able to purchase. She takes two hoops and holds them up, considering. "Through the first, onto the ball, through the next? And how do you feel about spinning plates?"
Behind her, one figure stepped into the mouth of the alleyway, leaning against the side of the building casually. He brought his hands up to light a cigarette.
Mithera clambered down onto Trinity's shoulder and looked over the two hoops and the ball.
"I could probably do that... But what do you mean by spinning plates?" The little dragon would climb down Trinity's arm and stick her head through one of the hoops she was holding, making sure she'd fit with plenty of space.
"Looks like I'll fit. So that's good!" The little white critter would jump through the hoop off the minstrel's arm and let herself fall softly to the ground next to the ball. She'd look it over before jumping up on it and trying to balance. It takes her a few attempts before she finally manages to do so, though it seems to be taking constant effort to stay on top of it.
"Mmm... that looks like it might be a bit tricky. We'll need more practice if we wanna do complex stuff." Trinity took a moment to admire Mithera's cuteness before picking up a plate and stick. "I'll spin the plate on top of this stick, and I want you to balance it." She put the plate on top and spun it, to demonstrate, holding the stick halfway up.
Mithera would look at the stick and plate curiously, getting off the ball.
"Where am I suppost to hold it though?" She'd go and sit almost under the stick, looking up at it from benieth. She never had had to balance something before, and she doubted she could balance something and do tricks at the same time.
"Mmm, maybe with your... tail?" Trinity took the plate and held the stick out for Mithera. Maybe she should think of some tricks that rely more on intelligence than dexterity.
The figure from before rounds the corner on the other side, leaning against the building and idly watching the two across the alley practice. Trinity glances at the man, but pays him no mind, as he seems to be minding his own. He looked... familiar, though.
Mithera looked at her tail, and turned arouns so that her rear was near the pole, and she tried wrapping her tail around it. Failing any kind of dexterity at that, she tried holding it up with the tip, but her tail just didn't have a thick enough point on it to be able to balance the plate on a stick on it.
Mithera would then turn back around and try putting her nose under it to hold it up with her snout. By the looks of it it might be possible for her to balance it there, but it would require a lot more practice than just jumping through a couple hoops would.
"That's... Harder than I expected." The dragon would admit before sitting down, still trying to hold it up on her nose.
"Well, try just the stick for now. We'll toss the plate on later. Hmm..." The minstrel put her hand to her chin, thinking of what to do. She went and bought the wrong kind of prop, it would seem. She picked up a stick and spun a plate on top of it, watching it as she thought. Her eyes drifted to the man watching her, and something clicked. "Mr... Kregor?"
The man, in response, spit out his cigarette and made hand motions. He held his hands in front of him, clapped them together and then drew them to his sides, before flinging his hands forward at the young woman.
Trinity, sensing hostility, threw the stick and plate at the man for a distraction, and requipped her bow and quiver. She went to draw, but her wrists were caught by... something. In the moments the plate went flying, glowing golden chains could be seen in its shadows.
Trinity's wrists are brought together, and she dropped her bow. Her wrists are yanked toward the man as he made an attempt to make her fall, but she countered his momentum with quick footwork and pulled back, leaning her body to remain standing.
Mithera would yelp in surprise at the sudden fight breaking out, and in her panic would jump and climb onto Trinity's back.
"Wh-who is that? Why is he attacking you?" She'd whisper to Trinity, clawing at her shirt to hold on. She was too small to do anything helpful, and she figured Trinity would hate it if the litle dragon got hurt on her behalf, so Mithera just hung onto the minstrel so that she wouldn't get in the way.
"I haven't seen this man in years, and only once. The night my home was attacked. If he's here, after
me... then..." Trinity gasped and looked at the man with a new urgency. A ball of golden light formed in her hands. "Energy-"
As soon as the man saw the energy forming, he made a motion with his right hand, as though crushing an orb in his palm, before making another throwing motion from his hip. His left was moving as though it was guiding something. Trinity's leg is pulled from under her, causing the girl to tumble and lose her spell. "Mithera, go tell Jamie, Karn, Penny, anyone! He's from Nightshade Silphium, his name's Ryan Kregor!"
Mithera jumped off Trinity's back as she was pulled forward.
"Got it! Nightshade Silphiumm, Ryan Kregor." She'd turn in midair and fly out of the alley before the attacker would have a chance to try and get her. She continued to repeat the names under her breath as she flew as fast as possible. It took her a dozen streets before she realized she couldn't remember where the Guild was staying.
Panicking, Mithera flew around a few more streets, it was somewhere around here, right? She continued to search, and found several other hotels where other guilds were staying, but not Phoenix Wing. She finally managed to get directions from a stranger, and was headed the correct direction, when a sudden burst of something threw Mithera into a side alley.
Mithera would roll several feet before stopping and getting up. What had hit her? She tried to take off again, but winced as she used her wing. Whatever had hit her must've broken it. Panicking more, she looked around for her assailant, a dread falling over her. Was Iron Enigma working togeather with that other guild to catch her? What was the other guild, Nightshade Silver? No, that wasn't right.
She didn't have any time to think about it as Mithera sudden found herself in a bag, being carried off. She tried thrashing around, but that only hurt her wing more, and so settled down in the bottom in an awkard position. Every time she mewled, or tried to make noise to alert anyone around that she was trapped in there, her captor would shake the bag. She wimpered almost silently as she was carried off with no escape.
Meanwhile, Ryan Kregor had managed to put Trinity out with a cloth drenched in a chemical, before he gathered the girl into his arms. "Kracko." He spoke, and a big blob of lightning dropped in from the side, eveloped him, and jumped away. A street over, the blob would land and materialize into three individuals. Kracko Niles, and Ryan Kregor carrying Trinity Stratos.
"Let's get back to base," the man spoke solemnly. The girl he captured had been a wee little thing when he saw her last. This wasn't pleasant, but it was his job. It wasn't so unpleasant that he couldn't bear it. As though he was carrying a sleeping companion, the three carefully navigated to avoid running into guild members, out of the city and into the mountains nearby. The crowd that gathered to look into the yelling would find only discarded props. Trinity's bow lay hidden in plain sight among them.
When the group arrives back at their base in the morning, Ryan picks up a nearby radio mic, linked to a radio elsewhere. "Homebase, come in. Doc, you there? You're gonna be excited to hear this, I got real good news! I've secured that specimen you wanted. The other one with that magic. All we have to do is secure her and we're comin' home."
