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When speaking to Morgan, Lian wasn't only trying to comfort her and make her feel safe, but she was also trying to comfort herself. This ordeal was starting to get to her. She knew deep down, she would never be the same after this... If she'd ever walk out of this one alive. Standing up, she opened up the storage door carefully. There was a sound... A helicopter? Rescue?! Maybe going to Memorial Park was a brilliant idea after all! ... If... If they get there. Lian felt a lump in her throat. She swallowed hard and glanced behind her, at Morgan. She didn't know this girl very well but for some reason she wanted to put on a hard front for her. Or maybe it was for herself... Bah, whatever.
"Maybe we should get going now instead." Lian said quietly, then turned to look out the door again. She opened the storage door halfway and snuck out to listen closer to the sound. Yes... it was a helicopter, and from the sound of things it was close. But.. No, it was leaving now. Did it pick someone up? Or drop someone off? Lian returned to the storage room.
"I think a helicopter just flew by. I couldn't see anything but it stayed around for a moment then left. it's--" Lian was interrupted by another sound. A horrifying sound. Morgan got the same look on her face. “Wh-what was th-tha-at?” she asked, and Lian could only shake her head. "Gunfire. she responded simply. The sound was all too familiar to her at this point. "Whatever the helicopter dropped off is having trouble. What do you wanna do Morgan? Forget about them and go to Memorial Park or ... Something else?" she asked. She asked for two reasons mainly, to see how Morgan reacts to taking decisions and some authority, and also to see how she feels about investigating a firefight against the monsters. She felt a bit mean, seeing as this girl is not brave at all, but she had to know SOMETHING about her. If they're gonna stick together for a while, might aswell test her, right? But still... Lian was fighting an inner battle with herself. Part of her wanted to just go to the park and be gone from this place as fast as damn possible, but the other part of her, her concience, urged her to help whoever dropped by helicopter. The monsters will rip them to shreds... Can't just leave them there... Damnit. Lian turned to look out the storage again to hide her troubled face from Morgan. She had to stay strong.
"Maybe we should get going now instead." Lian said quietly, then turned to look out the door again. She opened the storage door halfway and snuck out to listen closer to the sound. Yes... it was a helicopter, and from the sound of things it was close. But.. No, it was leaving now. Did it pick someone up? Or drop someone off? Lian returned to the storage room.
"I think a helicopter just flew by. I couldn't see anything but it stayed around for a moment then left. it's--" Lian was interrupted by another sound. A horrifying sound. Morgan got the same look on her face. “Wh-what was th-tha-at?” she asked, and Lian could only shake her head. "Gunfire. she responded simply. The sound was all too familiar to her at this point. "Whatever the helicopter dropped off is having trouble. What do you wanna do Morgan? Forget about them and go to Memorial Park or ... Something else?" she asked. She asked for two reasons mainly, to see how Morgan reacts to taking decisions and some authority, and also to see how she feels about investigating a firefight against the monsters. She felt a bit mean, seeing as this girl is not brave at all, but she had to know SOMETHING about her. If they're gonna stick together for a while, might aswell test her, right? But still... Lian was fighting an inner battle with herself. Part of her wanted to just go to the park and be gone from this place as fast as damn possible, but the other part of her, her concience, urged her to help whoever dropped by helicopter. The monsters will rip them to shreds... Can't just leave them there... Damnit. Lian turned to look out the storage again to hide her troubled face from Morgan. She had to stay strong.
Nice, we're still posting! Tossing one up tomorrow!
Maybe we could recruit new mage players?
I've had a rough schedule this week aswell so I was worried I was falling behind again but it seems nobody else is posting either. I'd be happy to continue with just the few people we have though, we only just got started!
Geeze that guy is dramatic!
Training with the stinger proved to be an easy task to the disciplined Sylvestra. After berrating the others she took care not to get too close, seeing as they might shoot her accidentally. She gave them glances every now and then, but each time she did her stern look faded a bit. They were practising just as hard as she was, and advancing just as well. Maybe they are disciplined after all. she thought, as she was about to test loading her bolt with holy energy. But something interrupted her. The Grand Inquisitor, Sebastian himself, came onto the range. Standing in immediate attention before her superior, she watched as he fired the bolt with skill and ease, branching out with light to strike all the targets right in the bullseye. She was impressed, but bothered. It seemed to her that he was holding back, yet the range trainer could be heard snickering a "Showoff". This man is most likely the most powerfull among the Paladin and Inquisitor ranks, other than Grinnoc himself.
As he gestured for them to follow him, Sylvestra obeyed with motivation. She was honored just to be in this man's pressence! To be led to his personal office was almost unreal.
But the situation changed quickly from starstruck to stern discipline as Sebastian began explaining the situation to them. Indeed they were to be promoted, but not the way Sylvestra had expected. The Witch Hunters was sometimes a term used in brass to refer to impossible situations, some imaginary force they used to joke that for example an enemy was just too strong. An example would be when Sylvestra herself used it that way when discussing the whereabouts of the Azure Covenant. She had said that the damned mages are so illusive that only the Witch Hunters could track them down.
That in mind, Sylvestra had a hard time processing actually being chosen to be one. They weren't exactly considered to exist anymore, which it seemed they hadn't for a long time up until now.
When he continued, Sylvestra grew even more concerned. A trial designed to exhaust you to the point where you are empty, body and mind. What about her spirit? Never ever had her spirit been broken. Were they going to break it this time? Remembering how she woke up after she had taken the Paladin Trial, she could only remember feeling drained and sick. Close to death she had been back then... But she had been weak. She was stronger now. If Sebastian believes she has what it takes, then she'd be damned before she'd let him down! Accepting the bag of coins somewhat reluctantly seeing as she doesn't exactly have a money problem, she salutes the Grand Inquisitor and leaves last of the group, being the highest ranking officer and all that.
When leaving the plateu, she realized the air was so much different on the bazaar. It was like the Inquisitorial palace had an aura of suppresion caused by all the unbelievably strong light-users holding back their power. Or maybe it was the shield? Shaking the thought off, Sylvestra suddenly noticed Conrad and Varkasan. They were conversing casually with their coin pouches close at hand. They were obviously discussing what to buy and for what price. Walking up to them in a casual manner, she paused only to stop them from saluting her, if they were. They were off duty now, after all. "I suggest buying some magical equippment, gentlemen. Where we're going and what we're about to do is the roughest Imaginable. We're gonna need all the help we can get." she said, not smiling but not looking as stern as she does when on duty, to show that she had softened up on them. Leaving almost before they could respond, Sylvestra heads to the smithies and enchanters. It was time to prepare for the storm to come...
As he gestured for them to follow him, Sylvestra obeyed with motivation. She was honored just to be in this man's pressence! To be led to his personal office was almost unreal.
But the situation changed quickly from starstruck to stern discipline as Sebastian began explaining the situation to them. Indeed they were to be promoted, but not the way Sylvestra had expected. The Witch Hunters was sometimes a term used in brass to refer to impossible situations, some imaginary force they used to joke that for example an enemy was just too strong. An example would be when Sylvestra herself used it that way when discussing the whereabouts of the Azure Covenant. She had said that the damned mages are so illusive that only the Witch Hunters could track them down.
That in mind, Sylvestra had a hard time processing actually being chosen to be one. They weren't exactly considered to exist anymore, which it seemed they hadn't for a long time up until now.
When he continued, Sylvestra grew even more concerned. A trial designed to exhaust you to the point where you are empty, body and mind. What about her spirit? Never ever had her spirit been broken. Were they going to break it this time? Remembering how she woke up after she had taken the Paladin Trial, she could only remember feeling drained and sick. Close to death she had been back then... But she had been weak. She was stronger now. If Sebastian believes she has what it takes, then she'd be damned before she'd let him down! Accepting the bag of coins somewhat reluctantly seeing as she doesn't exactly have a money problem, she salutes the Grand Inquisitor and leaves last of the group, being the highest ranking officer and all that.
When leaving the plateu, she realized the air was so much different on the bazaar. It was like the Inquisitorial palace had an aura of suppresion caused by all the unbelievably strong light-users holding back their power. Or maybe it was the shield? Shaking the thought off, Sylvestra suddenly noticed Conrad and Varkasan. They were conversing casually with their coin pouches close at hand. They were obviously discussing what to buy and for what price. Walking up to them in a casual manner, she paused only to stop them from saluting her, if they were. They were off duty now, after all. "I suggest buying some magical equippment, gentlemen. Where we're going and what we're about to do is the roughest Imaginable. We're gonna need all the help we can get." she said, not smiling but not looking as stern as she does when on duty, to show that she had softened up on them. Leaving almost before they could respond, Sylvestra heads to the smithies and enchanters. It was time to prepare for the storm to come...
Right then. I'll smack a post up soon, stay tuned!
Aight I posted!
The girl only nodded in response to Lian's question. Or well, she already understood, but the question was just to confirm. This girl... She had someone before. Someone who is gone now. Someone who took care of her and is now probably dead, turned into one of those... Things. Lian looked over at the man. He didn't respond. Not that Lian cared, the way he carried himself and that smirk on his face just told her he was up to no good. The sooner she could get out of here the better. When the girl spoke however, Lian turned back to her, and managed a smile. Morgan. Her name was Morgan. She stammered so badly it was painfull to watch, but Lian just gently placed her hand on Morgan's right upper arm. "It's alright. Nice to meet you, Morgan. I know how you feel. I had a friend here too." she said, her voice losing power at the end of the sentence. Clearing her throat a bit to not seem too emotional, she continued. "But let's not talk about that now. We have to get out of here as soon as possible. You guys heard the speakers, right? Memorial Park is just a few blocks away, we can make it if we stick to the shadows and avoid open spaces." she said and stood up, trying to assume some authority over the situation. Lian knew that if someone slowed her down she might be killed... Or worse... But she simply couldn't abandon Morgan, this poor girl by herself. She walked over to the door, passing Casey with just a slight glare. The storage room door had a small window she could look out of, and good thing it even had a slider. Opening the slider, she looked out into the small store. The shelves were just as they had been before, nothing but dust and waste. She looked at the hole in the boarded-up window that Casey had gone through. "You sure made a mess when you came in here... And that ruckus outside... I say we be ready to move in 20 minutes tops. You guys alright with that?" She closed the slider and turned around, her hands on her hips. "We're not gonna die here. Right Morgan?"
She didn't know if the attempt at motivation actually helped the girl but at this point Lian was trying her best. Just a little bit of cheering up and Morgan would be able to move so much faster, Lian knew. It was always like that when she was exercising or when she was out climbing. Motivation is the best fuel, and to be motivated you need to be in a good mood.
She didn't know if the attempt at motivation actually helped the girl but at this point Lian was trying her best. Just a little bit of cheering up and Morgan would be able to move so much faster, Lian knew. It was always like that when she was exercising or when she was out climbing. Motivation is the best fuel, and to be motivated you need to be in a good mood.
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