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Partisan said
I'll get on another post soon. I hate Misty. She's douchey.
Agreed XD
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Wren was standing... ah well.
Wren looked up in time to see an arrow flying towards a figure, she realized was Rand moving into the thick of things. Her eyes widened and she dove towards him shoving him out of the arrows path and letting it slice near their heads. Breathing heavily she looked at him as she backed off, shaking her head. ”Mind the skies,” she said with a nod, before looking around them to see they were starting to become overwhelmed with footsoldiers. Her instincts kicked in and she turned her body, pressing her back against Rand’s so they could fight from all angles.
Rand removed his sword from the gut of an enemy, he looked around for another footman to sink his blade into, but as he turned to get moving he was push to the side and the hiss of an arrow passing too close filled his ears. Looking over he saw that Wren had saved his life and she gave him a warning and a nod which he aptly returned. As she pressed his back against his, The knights heart seemed to skip a beat, but he stood at the ready. “I bet I’ll kill more than you.” The knight muttered, sizing up the group of men already.
Wren chewed her bottom lip, hazel eyes unwavering while she kept her back pressed to Rand’s, taking in every enemy near them and their weapons. Her ears twitched at Rand’s challenge, changing her serious nature for the moment and making her smirk, eyes dancing. ”In your dreams,” she said quietly, the first of the infantrymen coming at her with a mace. She chuckled under her breath before her sword work began, moving and dodging when she needed to but keeping against her fellow mercenary so he would feel how she was dodging and not get caught by the same blows.
Rand felt Wren already get engaged in her own fight, a couple of men stepped forward ready to engage the knight, one armed with a long dagger and the other hefting a two handed sword. Rand shifted his stance so he could keep close to Wren and engaged. Parrying aside the man with the dagger was child's play, the man with the two hand tried to catch Rand while he was busy but ended up with a sword through the chest for thinking the knight was easy prey. “One”
Rand said and went back to dealing with the footsoldier with the dagger.
Wren blocked the mace at all angles, but another man ran up with a long sword. She licked her lips, grasping the mace just above the handle while the man looked over at his fellow soldier, using the opportunity to plunge her short sword through his body. As he cried out and fell, his buddy swung his sword. Wren twisted the mace out of the other man’s hands, ducking slightly and swinging the weapon towards the man’s knees. He dropped, but still held tight to his sword, which Wren began defending against. He faltered because of his injury and she sliced his throat with ease. ”Two. Easy,” she said breathing heavily, 2 more coming at the woman.
“Doesn’t sound like it.” Rand said, parrying another swipe from the man with the dagger. The footman was wearing down pretty quickly, but there was no sign of sweat or increased effort upon Rands brow, the footmans last effort came in swinging his dagger wildly. Rand easily countered and cut the man’s knuckle on his good hand causing him to drop his dagger, Rand gave the man time to pick it up. Before cutting into the man’s neck above the shoulder, the man let out a surprised gasp as Rand put his boot on his opponent's chest and withdrew his blade. “Two.” He said, his breath heavy as he picked up the fallen footmans long dagger and shifted so he was standing next to Wren. Using the dagger he took one of the men by surprise and jammed it through his chin. “And three.” He chuckled.
“Oh shut up,” Wren mumbled at Rand’s teasing words, readying herself for the man coming at her with an axe. The other had a sword, and she placed him as second priority. At the moment her blade stopped the one’s axe though, Rand turned and killed the swordsman. ”Don’t,” pushing the man’s axe away, ”Make” kicking him hard in the gut ”Me kill you,” spinning half way to meet the axe again ”To get to” sliding out from under the weight of the axe and slashing down with all her might onto where the man’s neck met his shoulder ”Three!” she said breathlessly, sweat on her brow. She glanced over to Rand next to her and smiled. ”Thanks though,” she said, before turning in the direction Rand had been previously, a man with a short sword meeting hers.
“They look scared.” Rand shouted, studying these men. Looks of fear on almost all of them, one who didn’t seem afraid stepped forward sword in hand ready to challenge the knight. The soldier went for a stab but Rand slapped it aside with his blade. Rand slightly pushed Wren out of the way, so this man’s blade would miss her as he took a dive and a roll. Coming up he slashed the back of the man’s legs bringing him to the ground, a downward stab finished the footman off. Nobody stepped forward to challenge Rand after that.
Wren was fighting off the man before her, seemingly the last one stepping forward towards her. He was quite skilled as well, not that she would ever admit anyone was nearly at her level. The clang of metal rang out as they sparred. She felt a push and got distracted for a brief second, getting missed by the blade Rand had saved her from, but just stopping the other blade as it sliced into the same spot she’d already been injured, this time to the bone. She cried out, arms shaking a bit while holding back the other sword, but her resolve strengthened in her mind and she let out a huff while pushing the man back once more. She swung a bit haphazardly, but managed to catch an open spot and stabbed the man through. She stabbed him again for good measure, irritated he’d caught her.
As Wren cried out, Rand spun around. “Are you alright?” He shouted grabbing her arm and giving it the once over, his voice full of concern and worry as his hand grabbed her’s. “Was this my fault?” He asked, he asked speaking a bit faster but he was still full of concern as he studied her wound.
”I’m fine,” she said, a bit wearily as she too looked at the wound, seemingly unimpressed by it but sighing. ”No, it was my fault,” she said, moving her arm in a shrugging motion and looking up at Rand. Her face didn’t show any pain, though her eyes might have, as it did hurt though she was too proud to allow herself to cry out again.
Rand looked into her eyes, she was lying through her teeth but he allowed her to save face. “Alright.” He said and then continued on. “It seems we tied, and since i am a man of honor the victory goes to you. So what are your terms Wren?” He asked a slight smile on his face as he wiped some blood out of his eyes.
Wren let her hand fall from Rand’s and smiled, shaking her head. ”I don’t believe now is the time to discuss it,” she said in an amused voice, nodding over to where Joachim and Atl were fighting. ”You’re more use to them than I at the moment,” she managed to admit, turning her sword over a few times in her hand. ”Go,” she said firmly.
After Gemma sent the robot a message, she got back to preparing step two. After all, what good is a step one without a step two? She moved her hands together as if to crack her knuckles, but of course, no sound came. She didn’t care. Her eyes just darted about from screen to screen until it settled on the one in front of her. She began pressing a few keys, a black screen popping up with the Hark logo. Giggling a bit, she began hacking into their systems. She’d done so once before, just to see if she could, and now she knew the shortest way to do it. It didn’t take her too awfully long before she was in, and she sang a high pitched note of victory to herself.
”Here we go,” she whispered. Her fingers whirred, while suddenly, within Providence, Hark headquarters began shutting down sector by sector. The only area Gemma left untouched for the moment were the prisons. Once she got there, she began recalling in her memory banks the cell numbers of those who were in prison for being android sympathizers, those who had been charged with crimes they did not commit. Her cameras, her eyes, they saw everything. And though she’d surely missed a few, several prison doors swung open. As the guards were surely about to step in, Gemma set down the phone networks. Every phone and communication device within the city would be blacked out so no one could call for help. She could only hope those within the prison, innocent or not, would stand up for themselves against the guards. There were more of them, anyway. And in the mix included her ex-lover. She had lost emotion for him long ago though. She still had a place in her heart for him, but he was not a part of the plan.
With a fake, deep breath, as she needed none, she began again, and began shutting down the hovercars associated with Hark. They all ran on the same computer system, and as she began screwing with it, all their vehicles would start malfunctioning and not working. She then had to put a big bow on top of course, so she directed her attention to the link to James MacCray’s handheld computer.
Hey Chief. Can you hear me now? it read. She returned her link to the dome over the city, which was now becoming nightfall, and flashed a new message across it. Hark is at your mercy for the next 30 minutes.
She pushed away from the screen, putting her hands behind her head and awaiting Mr. MacCray’s reaction, message back, whatever he would do. She also had a screen watching the exit of the prison, curiously wondering if the people would escape and be free. She’d done all she could.
”Here we go,” she whispered. Her fingers whirred, while suddenly, within Providence, Hark headquarters began shutting down sector by sector. The only area Gemma left untouched for the moment were the prisons. Once she got there, she began recalling in her memory banks the cell numbers of those who were in prison for being android sympathizers, those who had been charged with crimes they did not commit. Her cameras, her eyes, they saw everything. And though she’d surely missed a few, several prison doors swung open. As the guards were surely about to step in, Gemma set down the phone networks. Every phone and communication device within the city would be blacked out so no one could call for help. She could only hope those within the prison, innocent or not, would stand up for themselves against the guards. There were more of them, anyway. And in the mix included her ex-lover. She had lost emotion for him long ago though. She still had a place in her heart for him, but he was not a part of the plan.
With a fake, deep breath, as she needed none, she began again, and began shutting down the hovercars associated with Hark. They all ran on the same computer system, and as she began screwing with it, all their vehicles would start malfunctioning and not working. She then had to put a big bow on top of course, so she directed her attention to the link to James MacCray’s handheld computer.
Hey Chief. Can you hear me now? it read. She returned her link to the dome over the city, which was now becoming nightfall, and flashed a new message across it. Hark is at your mercy for the next 30 minutes.
She pushed away from the screen, putting her hands behind her head and awaiting Mr. MacCray’s reaction, message back, whatever he would do. She also had a screen watching the exit of the prison, curiously wondering if the people would escape and be free. She’d done all she could.
WilsonTurner said
Now I feel bad. *applies to the last three days
No reason to feel bad. Now if you'd begun posting and then dropped cause you didn't have motivation. Then you should feel bad ;)
Misty raised an eyebrow at the man, not having any idea what a baka was, but assuming it was a general term for woman, or something pretty negative. She could only imagine. But she was used to being called numerous names. Most often bitch, but never stupid. So when that word slipped from the man’s mouth, she gritted her teeth, narrowing her eyes but not saying anything. That was, until he threw the blanket in her face. Then she yelled a very profane word that followed with ‘you’ but it was muffled by the blanket until she shook her head to get it off. Nasty thing.
”I’ll talk to anyone however I please. I AM MISTY CRAVENS AND I OWN YOU ALL!” she shouted angrily, thin face looking devilish as she spoke. The man slammed the door shut though, and she was left to stew in the darkness of the van.
Time passed, and Misty still felt the fire of fury in her belly, but her face had smooth mostly. She still looked clearly displeased, but not unhuman in the contortions of her face. After a bit the door opened and she blinked rapidly at the light, but did not shy from it. Once her eyes began to adjust, she noticed the man from before, laying down and reading. Then smoking. In a closed van. She coughed animatedly and rolled her eyes. Idiot. She wasn’t paying him any attention after that until he spoke. Then she looked at him with raised brow, listening to his story. ”Feel better now?” she asked snidely when he was done. Or at least she thought he was. Until he scoffed and shrugged, and asked if she had a family. She laughed a bit bitterly at that.
”I have no husband. Or children. Do I look like someone’s fat mother? Do you think I have time to play wifey to some lazy ass husband? Besides, I don’t deal with androids,” she muttered, sighing softly, a hint of annoyance in her voice. ”Don’t trust them. Of course, I’m sure you’ve probably never even seen an android up close, street rat,” she said with a sneer, but still not looking at him. He was just annoying her now.
”I’ll talk to anyone however I please. I AM MISTY CRAVENS AND I OWN YOU ALL!” she shouted angrily, thin face looking devilish as she spoke. The man slammed the door shut though, and she was left to stew in the darkness of the van.
Time passed, and Misty still felt the fire of fury in her belly, but her face had smooth mostly. She still looked clearly displeased, but not unhuman in the contortions of her face. After a bit the door opened and she blinked rapidly at the light, but did not shy from it. Once her eyes began to adjust, she noticed the man from before, laying down and reading. Then smoking. In a closed van. She coughed animatedly and rolled her eyes. Idiot. She wasn’t paying him any attention after that until he spoke. Then she looked at him with raised brow, listening to his story. ”Feel better now?” she asked snidely when he was done. Or at least she thought he was. Until he scoffed and shrugged, and asked if she had a family. She laughed a bit bitterly at that.
”I have no husband. Or children. Do I look like someone’s fat mother? Do you think I have time to play wifey to some lazy ass husband? Besides, I don’t deal with androids,” she muttered, sighing softly, a hint of annoyance in her voice. ”Don’t trust them. Of course, I’m sure you’ve probably never even seen an android up close, street rat,” she said with a sneer, but still not looking at him. He was just annoying her now.
Everybody that's still up for it come out & peek in the hall or arrive at the hotel, cause Hailey knocked XD
Elia turned a bit as an older man seemed to be having trouble getting up, and asked where they were. If only she knew. We seem to be in someone’s cellar. Who’s exactly has yet to be determined. said the young, rather pretty girl that Elia had already seen standing. She nodded, wobbling slightly again when the woman came over and held her arm so she could lean on her a bit. ”Thank you!” Elia said with a soft smile, gracious eyes. So, it did appear she had been kidnapped, but at least she was not alone. Being kidnapped and surrounded by others well… it didn’t seem nearly so bad as if one had been kidnaped alone. ”I still feel a bit uneven,” she frowned, or rather pouted. She felt dizzy honestly, not ill, but didn’t argue with the girl, who she assumed was much younger than her. Of course, if anyone looked at Elia, they would never have guessed her true age, so she was hesitant to guess anyone’s true age really.
The nymph took in Lucy’s name, when one the men who had been standing before her as well, moved over and seemed to pick something up. Was it a weapon? Letting go of Lucy, Elia quickly ran behind the girl, holding onto her shoulders and staying ducked behind her form. She peered over from behind the girl. It did appear to be a weapon, and she trembled a bit, wishing she were in a nice cool spring she could disappear into. But the man simply cleared his throat and walked over to the cellar door. Once Elia realized he was trying to help, not hurt, she flushed red and slowly stepped out from behind Lucy, looking embarrassed. Then the scraping started and a small yelp left her lips. She took a few steps in the direction away from the door, staring at it with wide, curious eyes.
”Should… should we make sure someone isn’t hurt out there?” she asked, looking confused. Her first thought had been someone unable to communicate any other way trying to get help, no matter how unlikely that was. It was simply in her naïve nature. ”I’m..” Scrape “Elia…” she added quietly, not quite as wobbly since fear had stiffened her body, eyes darted between the others and towards the door.
The nymph took in Lucy’s name, when one the men who had been standing before her as well, moved over and seemed to pick something up. Was it a weapon? Letting go of Lucy, Elia quickly ran behind the girl, holding onto her shoulders and staying ducked behind her form. She peered over from behind the girl. It did appear to be a weapon, and she trembled a bit, wishing she were in a nice cool spring she could disappear into. But the man simply cleared his throat and walked over to the cellar door. Once Elia realized he was trying to help, not hurt, she flushed red and slowly stepped out from behind Lucy, looking embarrassed. Then the scraping started and a small yelp left her lips. She took a few steps in the direction away from the door, staring at it with wide, curious eyes.
”Should… should we make sure someone isn’t hurt out there?” she asked, looking confused. Her first thought had been someone unable to communicate any other way trying to get help, no matter how unlikely that was. It was simply in her naïve nature. ”I’m..” Scrape “Elia…” she added quietly, not quite as wobbly since fear had stiffened her body, eyes darted between the others and towards the door.
Wren caught up to the village and reared back her horse, narrowing her eyes, and she began counting their enemy. As the number added up in her head, she heard horses galloping behind her, her fellow mercenaries joining up, while these men in the village noticed their arrival. She chewed her lip, but was arrogant enough to believe that they could take on all these green slated knights without issue. Wren glanced to her fellow mercenaries and a smug smirk danced on her lips, excitement brimming in her eyes. This was the part she was good at. Joachim let out their battlecry and raced off on horseback, but her short sword was not one that would fare well against other elements of weaponry better suited for horses. And so she slid off the beast quickly, leading it to the side of the fray and smacking it towards an opening into the group of men on foot. She could only hope the thing would trample someone before it was cut down.
In the meantime, she drew her own sword, one of the knights on their horses rushing towards her. He probably thought she was an easy kill there on the ground, but it wasn’t like she’d never been the underdog in a situation before. She rocked back and forth on her feet until his mace came too close for comfort, and she ducked, sneaking under the horse with her blade plunging up into its belly. Her feet took her quickly out from under the thing as its guts began dangling about, an awful scream exiting from it before it fell with it’s rider. The man with a shield came rushing to meet her, though he stumbled a bit on his getting up. She grinned and lifted her blade, sparring with him rapidly. She hit his shied a few times… enough to annoy her, before her blade smacked his helmet with as much force as she could muster. He tripped at the blow, falling backwards and allowing the metal over his face to fly upwards and expose his frightened, confused visage. The blonde plunged her sword through his face, blood spraying upwards before she yanked it back out, another challenger slicing his sword down towards her arm. She laughed a bit at how his armor restricted his movements, slowing them to what seemed like a snail’s pace to her quick eyes. The metal of her sword overpowered his until she sliced downwards with might and sent his weapon from his hands. The stupid fool fell to grab it, causing Wren to grasp his helmet and tear it from his being. Another swing of her sword came as his fingertips barely laid hold on his weapon and his head had become separated from his body.
”A woman, eh?” a voice shouted in a laughing voice as a man came rushing towards her, seemingly amused. Wren just raised an eyebrow and nodded. ”The woman who will cut you down,” she said with seriousness, running towards him in return and letting their blades clash. This one was a bit more difficult and skilled, his leather armor allowing him the quick movement Wren used in her own techniques. She had no trouble keeping up with him, but his strength was more than hers on any day. She verbally growled, causing the man to smirk at her before she barely blocked a blow that sliced the side of her upper arm. It wasn’t much of an injury, but seeing her own red blood was never something anyone wanted to do to the girl. A rage began filling her eyes as she shoved his weapon back with her own, slicing at him milliseconds after her eyes would spot weaknesses in his defenses. While the cut had only renewed her energy, his was draining rapidly from blocking her, until he failed, and she ran him through. Breathing heavily now, she wiped sweat from her face with the back of her gloved hand. ”Pathetic,” she breathed, eyes looking up for her next target.
In the meantime, she drew her own sword, one of the knights on their horses rushing towards her. He probably thought she was an easy kill there on the ground, but it wasn’t like she’d never been the underdog in a situation before. She rocked back and forth on her feet until his mace came too close for comfort, and she ducked, sneaking under the horse with her blade plunging up into its belly. Her feet took her quickly out from under the thing as its guts began dangling about, an awful scream exiting from it before it fell with it’s rider. The man with a shield came rushing to meet her, though he stumbled a bit on his getting up. She grinned and lifted her blade, sparring with him rapidly. She hit his shied a few times… enough to annoy her, before her blade smacked his helmet with as much force as she could muster. He tripped at the blow, falling backwards and allowing the metal over his face to fly upwards and expose his frightened, confused visage. The blonde plunged her sword through his face, blood spraying upwards before she yanked it back out, another challenger slicing his sword down towards her arm. She laughed a bit at how his armor restricted his movements, slowing them to what seemed like a snail’s pace to her quick eyes. The metal of her sword overpowered his until she sliced downwards with might and sent his weapon from his hands. The stupid fool fell to grab it, causing Wren to grasp his helmet and tear it from his being. Another swing of her sword came as his fingertips barely laid hold on his weapon and his head had become separated from his body.
”A woman, eh?” a voice shouted in a laughing voice as a man came rushing towards her, seemingly amused. Wren just raised an eyebrow and nodded. ”The woman who will cut you down,” she said with seriousness, running towards him in return and letting their blades clash. This one was a bit more difficult and skilled, his leather armor allowing him the quick movement Wren used in her own techniques. She had no trouble keeping up with him, but his strength was more than hers on any day. She verbally growled, causing the man to smirk at her before she barely blocked a blow that sliced the side of her upper arm. It wasn’t much of an injury, but seeing her own red blood was never something anyone wanted to do to the girl. A rage began filling her eyes as she shoved his weapon back with her own, slicing at him milliseconds after her eyes would spot weaknesses in his defenses. While the cut had only renewed her energy, his was draining rapidly from blocking her, until he failed, and she ran him through. Breathing heavily now, she wiped sweat from her face with the back of her gloved hand. ”Pathetic,” she breathed, eyes looking up for her next target.
Mira raised an eyebrow at Xaiver. ”It was a joke… but yeah, if you can get me a rum and coke that’d be great thanks,” she said, just a hint of a smile on her lips. Glancing to Lee, she shrugged, finding a seat and plopping down in it immediately. ”Sounds good to me, I’m starving,” she grumbled, figuring she better make the most of their beasts trying to fatten them up before eating them themselves.
Everything was oddly, unnerving quiet for a moment until that girl… didn’t her name start with a V? Yeah. She asked how old the boys were. At least, she assumed the boys. She had no idea why she’d be interested in asking the girls. 17 said one, then the other one, Lee, who seemed the most talkative besides Alex said he was 22. ”I’m 18,” Mira said, picking up a fork and flicking her fingernails with the prongs in a bored fashion. Sighing she pouted a bit and looked to the boys in the rather comfy formal chair she was sitting in. ”So… what happens after lunch? I thought you guys were going to be big beasties who were going to eat us, but, well, it seems I was at least misled.” She looked to the other girls for confirmation, but didn’t wasn’t too much time looking for it before looking to the brothers again. ”So, what’s actually going on in this fancy little crib?” she asked, curious about the brothers lives.
Everything was oddly, unnerving quiet for a moment until that girl… didn’t her name start with a V? Yeah. She asked how old the boys were. At least, she assumed the boys. She had no idea why she’d be interested in asking the girls. 17 said one, then the other one, Lee, who seemed the most talkative besides Alex said he was 22. ”I’m 18,” Mira said, picking up a fork and flicking her fingernails with the prongs in a bored fashion. Sighing she pouted a bit and looked to the boys in the rather comfy formal chair she was sitting in. ”So… what happens after lunch? I thought you guys were going to be big beasties who were going to eat us, but, well, it seems I was at least misled.” She looked to the other girls for confirmation, but didn’t wasn’t too much time looking for it before looking to the brothers again. ”So, what’s actually going on in this fancy little crib?” she asked, curious about the brothers lives.
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