He heard the whoosh of something behind him, and had no interest in finding out what it was. He cut to the left as suddenly as he could and kept running down the alley when he had an idea. He really, really hoped his theory was sound because that was all it was. He focused on pushing the flame from his hand to the pavement.
'Come on,' he thought as he willed himself to lift off the ground 'It works for jets, there is not a damn reason this shouldn't work for me too,' he told himself, even though the damn reasons that it shouldn't work for him was a rapidly growing list.
Maybe it was the adrenaline rush, maybe it worked through pure force of will, or maybe the laws of physics had taken the day off, but he found himself whooshing upwards towards the roof of the building to his left and he frantically swung his arms up to catch himself on the edge and pull himself up.
He was stunned that it had worked, but there would be time to pat himself on the back later. He looked across the roof to the building on the far side and saw an access hatch. He sprinted over, pushing the pain out of his mind as he jumped between buildings. He didn't quite make the roof, but was lucky enough to slam onto a fire escape.
He groaned as black bursts almost overcame his vision while he pulled himself up. He wanted to rest, but he knew that was an unlikely event right now. He wasn't sure he could shoot himself up to the roof, so he smashed the window and stepped into a wide open room. He ran to the door against the wall and opened it into a hallway. Instead of fleeing down it, he stepped to his left, knelled down and began to conjure the largest flame orb that he could remember trying to make. For the first time, he felt really, really bad for whoever was chasing him.
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Thufir enjoyed walking around London. It was certainly better now than he could ever remember. The first time he had visited London, the White Tower was a little over halfway completed. What a difference a thousand years made. He knew that people were uncomfortable being near him, and he knew it was because his darker skin tone. If he had learned anything through his travels, it was the natural anxiety that someone with different skin invoked in other people. People were just starting to accept that racism wasn't okay. Lord help them if it was ever discovered that immortals walked among them.
Lately, he felt that it was nearing time for him to slip out of London again for a few hundred years. Maybe he would go back to Greece. He had always enjoyed Greece. In his younger days, he had marched with Xerxes against the Greek city states, as the popular term for them was now, but the country was beautiful. He barely recognized the place now, but the weather was pleasant, and most people were content to leave him be. London was getting a bit crowded for him, but every city was.
He was planning on touring the London Tower again. He must have taken the guided tour a few thousand times, but he always enjoyed seeing how radically different it was now. It was curious to see a building one thousand years later in a body that hadn't aged a day since he first laid eyes upon it.
Lately, he felt that it was nearing time for him to slip out of London again for a few hundred years. Maybe he would go back to Greece. He had always enjoyed Greece. In his younger days, he had marched with Xerxes against the Greek city states, as the popular term for them was now, but the country was beautiful. He barely recognized the place now, but the weather was pleasant, and most people were content to leave him be. London was getting a bit crowded for him, but every city was.
He was planning on touring the London Tower again. He must have taken the guided tour a few thousand times, but he always enjoyed seeing how radically different it was now. It was curious to see a building one thousand years later in a body that hadn't aged a day since he first laid eyes upon it.
Feyd opened his eyes and found himself in a trunk with a deep ache in his chest that stabbed into him every time he took a breath. They had wrapped duct tape around his mouth, but hadn't handcuffed him. They probably anticipated him being knocked out for a lot longer than he was. He pulled at his lighter chain and found they hadn't even taken that from him.
'It's like they've never kidnapped anyone before.'
The redhead was in the trunk with him, but her eyes were still shut. He felt around for an emergency trunk release, but couldn't find one. He took a small part of morbid comfort in the fact that he had been kidnapped by people who had enough foresight to take that out. He ripped the duct tape off and his eyes watered from the pain and the strain of trying to keep his breathing in check. He really wasn't sure what hurt more. He wasn't sure what to do with the redhead. He shook her, but she didn't respond. He thought maybe they drugged her, but that wasn't his problem. He flicked on his lighter and pulled out a tendril of flame and shoved it into the mechanism that kept the trunk closed.
The interior of the trunk let off black, acrid smoke that burnt his eyes and lungs as he forced the flame through it. He felt the redhead shifting beside him, probably woken up by the smoke. He looked over and her eyes were open, wide with fear.
“Tuck and roll,” he told her right before the trunk flew open.
Feyd rolled himself to the lip of the trunk, pulling his legs up, tipping his head into his chest and putting his arms around his head to protect himself from the very, very stupid thing he was about to do. He hopped out of the trunk and slammed the pavement, rolling and bouncing several feet before he came to a stop. His chest had ached before, but now his whole body stung and ached thanks to the fresh road rash he had given himself, and whatever new broken bones were a by product of his escape.
He didn't really care if the redhead had listened to him this time or not and took off, thanking years of abuse for his astronomically high pain threshold. The adrenaline surge which accompanied leaping from the back of a moving car away from kidnappers certainly helped push him on his way. He didn't know where he was running, but that didn't seem like it was too terribly important at the moment.
'It's like they've never kidnapped anyone before.'
The redhead was in the trunk with him, but her eyes were still shut. He felt around for an emergency trunk release, but couldn't find one. He took a small part of morbid comfort in the fact that he had been kidnapped by people who had enough foresight to take that out. He ripped the duct tape off and his eyes watered from the pain and the strain of trying to keep his breathing in check. He really wasn't sure what hurt more. He wasn't sure what to do with the redhead. He shook her, but she didn't respond. He thought maybe they drugged her, but that wasn't his problem. He flicked on his lighter and pulled out a tendril of flame and shoved it into the mechanism that kept the trunk closed.
The interior of the trunk let off black, acrid smoke that burnt his eyes and lungs as he forced the flame through it. He felt the redhead shifting beside him, probably woken up by the smoke. He looked over and her eyes were open, wide with fear.
“Tuck and roll,” he told her right before the trunk flew open.
Feyd rolled himself to the lip of the trunk, pulling his legs up, tipping his head into his chest and putting his arms around his head to protect himself from the very, very stupid thing he was about to do. He hopped out of the trunk and slammed the pavement, rolling and bouncing several feet before he came to a stop. His chest had ached before, but now his whole body stung and ached thanks to the fresh road rash he had given himself, and whatever new broken bones were a by product of his escape.
He didn't really care if the redhead had listened to him this time or not and took off, thanking years of abuse for his astronomically high pain threshold. The adrenaline surge which accompanied leaping from the back of a moving car away from kidnappers certainly helped push him on his way. He didn't know where he was running, but that didn't seem like it was too terribly important at the moment.
Saw this in another RP and it is entirely too appropriate to not post here.
Now you've gone too far.
Now you've gone too far
KatherinWinter said
Can I be a rare one :)
Now you've gone too far
KatherinWinter said
I feel like a beautiful Pokemon.
And never let anyone tell you otherwise/
PLACES!!
But for reals, Leela is in the trunk of a car that Maria and Flint are driving towards Marcus' office, Ruslan and Veyas are fighting somewhere, I presume, and Noirin and Feyd are tangling with Marcus and Jamie. Pretty sure that's everyone.
But for reals, Leela is in the trunk of a car that Maria and Flint are driving towards Marcus' office, Ruslan and Veyas are fighting somewhere, I presume, and Noirin and Feyd are tangling with Marcus and Jamie. Pretty sure that's everyone.
Feyd's eyes grew wide as he saw the new man's metal arms rushing towards him, wisps of fire dancing around them. He was just quick enough to draw some fire off the arms and throw it back into the man's face, but not fast enough to dodge them. They both hit him in the chest at the same instant and knocked him back several feet.
As he was fading in and out of consciousness, he could tell by how much it hurt to breathe that at least one of his ribs had been cracked.
'I guess...that's what I get...for being a good Samaritan.'
And he collapsed on the pavement.
As he was fading in and out of consciousness, he could tell by how much it hurt to breathe that at least one of his ribs had been cracked.
'I guess...that's what I get...for being a good Samaritan.'
And he collapsed on the pavement.
So, I think I have to bow out of this RP. I just realized how slightly overwhelmed I am between this and the other RPs that I'm in, and the pace of this is a little too fast for me to be able to adequately keep up with. The good news is I only posted once, and didn't really interact with anyone. Have fun, guys.
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