Ryver et Rhine — Roleplayer Guild

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The Council of Three
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A soft glow came from overhead. The medic looked up and smiled gratefully. “Woah, thanks! That is really useful. I must get one of those.”

Deftly Seira looked into her patient’s eyes, and noticed they were slightly unfocused. Probably a slight concussions, but the wound seemed shallow enough that no stitches were needed. That was the good news. She hoped he had a high pain tolerance, because there was no medicine around to cure any resulting headaches. As though he could read her mind, Aden reached into his coat and pulled out his pack of advil. Seira reached over and yanked it free. The man swatted her hand away a few seconds too late. He grumbled darkly as she stuck out her tongue playfully.

“Ha! You’re too slow.” She teased.

The man ignored her and continued clutching his head. Seira removed two tablets, wrapped them up in her handkerchief and crushed them with her heel. Aden looked at the powder skeptically. He leaned back and held a warning hand up.

“I am not going to swallow that.”

“It’s not for you to swallow, dummy,” Seira replied calmly.

The younger Asylum grabbed the older one’s upper arm. Gently she smeared the powdered substance all over the bleeding wound. Then she offered him her handkerchief. “Press the handkerchief to your forehead. The pressure would help stop the bleeding even faster. The powder… “She shrugged. “Hopefully it helps a little. Having blood trickling down all the time is sure annoying.”

Fiora said “Fiora.”

Seira was grateful the other Asylum waited patiently. A considerate teammate was always a good asset. She turned back to the other woman in the group. The light was a tad too dim for her to see Fiora’s face clearly, but she could see them a little better with the help of the nifty device. Most likely Fiora was the Asian woman who startled gangster with dreadlocks from earlier.

“I’m Seira,” she replied cheerfully.

“Aden,” the man grunted.

“You’re welcome, Aden,” she remarked coolly.

“A simple thank you would have been great,” she grumbled internally.

Fiora proceeded to show them her weapons – two holstered pistols, a sword and a rifle. The woman then motioned for them to reveal theirs. Seira had no idea where her chakrams went, so she didn’t bother mentioning them. Instead XCI took out the gun she smuggled out of the shooting range. She removed to cartridge to show that she only had twelve bullets. She reinserted the cartridge and kept her weapon. Aden simply glared at the two women when Fiora shone the light in his direction. He shielded his eyes with his free hand. Seira gently reached out and guided the Fiora’s hand away.

“Let’s give him some space. I think the light is making his head hurt.”

She heard some more rustling. Next Fiora pulled out three granola bars. The woman tossed the bars to them. Seira quickly stepped back. She didn’t trust herself to catch something in the dark. Aden, on the other hand, wasn’t so lucky. Judging from the way he cursed, Seira guessed that the bar hit him in the face. She smirked. Fiora had a good aim. She felt something brush pass her leg, and she bent over to retrieve Aden’s granola bar. It didn’t take her long to find hers.

“You seem well prepared,” she joked. “I am not too hungry, but I guess a little snack won’t hurt. Can’t tell when we will have our next meal.”

The medic pocketed the other bar and proceeded to unwrap hers. She sniffed it cautiously. Nope. There definitely wasn’t any chocolate. Instead it smelled like coconut and some weird combination of artificially sweetened dry tropical fruit. Even as she chewed she couldn’t identify the fruits. This was the reason why she hated packaged food. Real food always tasted heaps better.

Seira remained quiet as she struggled to finish the rest of the dry bar. Deciding she didn’t want to risk feeling thirsty, the rookie wrapped up the remaining half and pocketed it as well. Other than the rattling of the wind in the otherwise empty tunnels, and the occasional squeak of a rat, there was no other sound to be heard. It was really unnerving considering that they were in Las Vegas less than an hour ago. She breathed in and exhaled slowly. About five minutes later, Fiora spoke up once again.

Fiora said “Enemies.”

The younger female tensed up slightly as she continued listening for footsteps or any signs of approaching enemies. There was none. Seira frowned. What was Fiora trying to say? Did the woman mean they should watch out for enemies? Or did Fiora mean that the others were captured by the enemies? Or perhaps her teammate suspected that the enemies caused the ground to collapse just now?

“Eh? Sorry, but I don’t get you.”

Aden sighed. Clearly they had a rookie on their hands. He removed the handkerchief and felt the wound. He rubbed his index finger against his thumb. He felt a semi wet paste, but other than that there didn’t seem to be any blood. “I think she wants us to leave the tunnels and hunt for enemies. They are not likely to suspect us taking them on so soon.”

“Sounds legit,” Seira replied.

Rena said “Peek-a-boo!”

The man stood up. “Don’t stand there gaping. The Chrono is calling us.”

Seira snorted. “How can you tell?”

“I doubt she would be idiotic enough to announce her presence to the enemies unless she wants them to find her,” he shot back wryly. “Judging from what I heard I suggest we take the right turn instead of the left.”

He didn’t bother waiting for the ladies before he exited the cave. Seira looked at Fiora, and she shrugged. Aden sounded like a bitch. She wasn’t sure if it was the headache or he was naturally abrasive.

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The boy, the man and the woman
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Camron felt himself stagger as he fired the shot at the huge black spider above Rich’s left shoulder. He slipped and fell onto the ground. The gun fell to the ground and fired a shot randomly into the distance. Thankfully it wasn’t facing anyone at that time. Wow! Was that how a real gun feels like? No wonder the Americans love owning guns. That had to be the best feeling ever!

Rich said “WHAT THE FUCK! Kid gimme back the gun.”

Sela said “Rich, shut it. He has good aim.”

Rich said “Good aim my arse. He almost put a bullet through my head.”

“Actually I was aiming for that spider beside you.”

Camron listened as the other two bickered. Soon his mind began wandering. They were too caught up in their little quarrel to pay him any attention. He tilted his head backwards and stared into the gaping hole that led away from the chamber they were in. Shafts of moonlight filtered through from above, but it was not enough for him to make out what lay beyond. What if a dragon waited for them? Or a huge cerebus? Or some other creature that would provide loads of pyrotechnics?

“Kid. Oi! Kid!”

The blonde teen jerked his head back and looked at Rich. He raised his eyebrow slightly. Okay, so the nigger didn’t look angry. Camron wondered what the man wanted now. He hoped he didn’t have to mediate for them. That would suck!

“Wad up, nigger?” He asked with a smile.

The edge of Rich’s lip curled slightly. “I have a name, boy. Say it – Rich! R-I-C-H … Rich!”

“Serious! That’s a white name!”

Sela laughed. “Kid, you have got lots to learn. I’m Salome, but you can call me Sela. What’s yours?”

“Salome? Are you from Arabia? I remembered that guy from Aladdin using the word Salome.”

This time it was Rich’s turn to laugh. “Arabia? God kid, what did they teach you in school?”

“It isn’t funny, Rich.” Sela snarled.

“Much better than being called a nigger.”

Sela took a deep breath to calm down. She studied the boy closely. Surely this kid must know how annoying he was. Yet somehow there didn’t seem to be any malice in his words. “Anyway, what’s your name, kid? We can’t be calling you kid all night.”

“Camron! I think it sounds like a girl’s name to be honest. They insisted it wasn’t.”

“They?” Sela asked curiously.

“The guys in lab coats.”

“Are you sure it wasn’t the mental hos…” Rich oofed as his wife elbowed him in the ribs. “Oi! What gives?”

“Don’t be mean.”

“The punk deserves it.”

“Richard Prentice, can’t you act your age for once.”

“Oh so you want to play that game, eh? Mrs. Salome Prentice.”

Rena said “Peek-a-boo!”

Camron whipped his head towards the opening once again. He listened as the echo faded. The other two seemed to have missed it completely. The voice sounded like that of the little girl from the bunker. A Chrono? He wasn’t even sure what that was. Anyway her voice came from somewhere to their left.

“Guys! GUYS!” The youngest member of the group yelled loudly. “I know where the others are.”

“Shhhh… Camron! Do you want the enemies to hear us?”

“Enemies? But there is no one around!” The boy exclaimed. He couldn’t be bothered to keep his voice down. He might have if there were footsteps. The other two must think they are spies or something. Guess he could play along.

Camron lowered his voice. “I think we should head to the left and see if we can bump into the rest.”

“What makes you so sure?”

“I heard her just now.”

“Who?”

“The girl you guys keep calling Chronos.”

Sela corrected the boy automatically. “Chrono. Not Chronos. She isn’t a Greek God.”

“Yeah! That was the dude I was thinking about!”

“Shhhhh…”

“Ooops. Sorry.”

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