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Jun 22 2013, 04:38 AM
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The Proposal “Gah!” Marcus growled, throwing his hands up in the air. “Why can’t I do it?”
He stood in the middle of the room, rubbing his temples like he suffered a headache. Mika, his pet puppy, was sitting on top of his drawer, watching Marcus intently with her little beady eyes. She was used to this particular ritual; one Marcus had been up to for at least two months now. He would wake up early in the morning while Laura was still asleep, seclude himself in a room and try to rehearse his question, only to grow frustrated and give up. Of course, the moment Marcus woke up, Mika did so as well, leaving her to be the sole witness to his conundrum.
“okay, okay, okay…” He muttered. “Laura…you’re the greatest woman I’ve ever met…and… uh…I wouldn’t imagine being with anyone but you…so…will yo--FUCK, that won’t work! I sound way too cheesy!”
Marcus threw an angry punch at the wall. To any other person, it would’ve been painful, but all Marcus got was a dull sensation like punching wood that had been covered with cloth. He grunted as he inspected the indent he left on the wall he punched. He still wasn’t completely accustomed to his strength, and as a result, Marcus constantly forgot how easily he could accidentally break things. For what seemed like the umpteenth time, Marcus put his back against the wall and slid down into a seating position. Mika barked at him from her perch, she slid down from spot and loped over to Marcus, nuzzling her head beneath his hand.
“I know, I know, Mika.” Marcus grumbled. “I need to man up and ask her…”
“But… I’m scared. I mean, what if she says ‘no’? For all I know, she could think that I’m rushing things and get intimidated.”
Mika yipped at him angrily. Despite his concerns, deep down, Marcus knew that they were unwarranted. He knew Laura better than he knew anyone around him and she was not one to get intimidated, much less run away from her problems. There was more than one occasion where she directly confronted Marcus about one problem or another.
Still, Marcus couldn’t help but get extremely nervous whenever he thought about this kind of issue. After all, back where he came from it was completely normal for a man of his age to be engaged. But Laura wasn’t from his village; she was a woman from Hargeon Town, a completely different place than what he knew; their customs were probably radically different.
“It’s just… I don’t know what I would do if she said ‘no’.” Marcus mused. “I… “ He let his sentence trail off.
Worst still, Marcus knew that he would have to leave soon. Ever since he was made Corporal, Marcus had been given even more work to do. He would be leaving for Magnolia in a few hours; he was to oversee the training of a small number of initiating squires.
Deciding there was no good in wallowing in his despair, Marcus got up and set about to get ready for his trip. He needed to make sure that he caught the train to Magnolia on time; otherwise he’d be late for his job.
Laura was out running a few errands, so Marcus only had Mika for company as he prepared his things. He pulled out his trusty travel bag and began to stuff his items in it. Remembering something, Marcus went to the living room and began to tap on the floorboards carefully. He kept tapping until he heard a hollow sound under one of the boards. Smiling triumphantly, Marcus got down and pulled the floorboard out of place, putting it aside and revealing his treasure. Under the floorboard were three fresh loaves of bread, wrapped neatly in cloth and set aside.
Laura had this habit of stashing her things in odd places, and since Marcus and Mika had a penchant for eating all her bread the moment she made it, she resorted to stashing it away so they couldn’t find it.
Every time she hid the food, Marcus would track it down and eat it, it became somewhat of a game between the two.
Marcus reached in and took a loaf of bread. He split some for Mika and bit into the larger piece. The bread tasted delicious, sweet but also crackly and flaky. He pulled out another loaf and replaced the floorboard. He chewed the bread as he packed the second loaf in his backpack; it would make a good snack on the train.
Marcus was busy sharpening his spear by the time Laura had returned. She helped him pack his things as he got ready, but as he dug through his stuff, looking for his switchblade, he stumbled on a particular item of interest. It was the small microchip his grandfather had given to him before he left home. Marcus picked it up and inspected it in his fingers, examining it with interest.
He remembered when his grandfather had given it to him. It was just before he left home, Marcus had packed his things, his old wooden staff held tightly in his grip as he prepared to leave the village. He had already said his farewells to his parents, siblings and friends. Marcus was just about to leave when he heard someone call his name.
He had turned around to find his grandfather leaning on his cane, seated on the steps of his home. Titus Faldin used to be a knight himself and it was evident in his features. He had a weary sort of look in his eye, one that spoke of all the experience he had. He used to be quite the well-built man, but time had taken its toll on him, though he wasn’t as strong as he used to be, his posture was still firm and erect, betraying no signs of weakness. His body was scored with countless scars and faded wounds, each of them telling their own story of his past. He gave Marcus one of his knowing smiles as he beckoned him over.
Marcus went to him and stood expectantly in front of Titus. The old man dug in the pockets of his cloak before retrieving a small chip, like those used in computers. Having lived in a village all his life, such technology was much beyond anything he had ever seen in his life. He remembered looking at his grandfather expectantly; but the old man only smirked and told him that it would serve him well later on. Marcus remembered pocketing the chip and bowing respectfully to the older man. The last glimpse he got of his grandfather was of him sitting on the steps watching Marcus walk off, a faraway look in his eye… like he was reminded of himself somehow.
Titus had died soon after, leaving Marcus with only this chip as a memento of him. Marcus had tried everything to try and pry whatever secrets the chip held for him, only to be disappointed by his constant failures. He had long given up on trying to get anything out of the microchip by now, so he kept it in a velvet wooden case with his other items.
The chip reminded him of his grandfather, and how proud he would be of him. Marcus remembered how brave Titus had been when he did his duties, and how that same bravery and diligence carried into his daily life. If he could do it, why can’t Marcus do the same? After all, Marcus had faced off entire legions of enemy soldiers, fought hellish monsters and singlehandedly took down criminal organizations. Why the hell couldn’t he ask Laura to marry him? Truth be told, if Marcus couldn’t have the courage the do even that, than he did not deserve the title of Peacemaker, much less be acknowledged as a Faldin.
A small yip caught his attention, breaking him from his train of thought. He turned to look at Mika, who was watching him with concern. Slowly, Marcus smiled.
“I’m doing it.”
He checked the clock only to find himself late, he needed to be at the station within fifteen minutes or he’d miss the train.
“Shit!”
He put back the wooden case with the chip inside and rushed out the door with Mika hot on his heels. Marcus ran across the house and picked up his spear, sheathing it at his side. He opened the door and prepared to step out.
“Wait!” A voice behind him called.
Marcus turned to find Laura standing behind him with his pack held in one hand. She gave him a teasing look. “Forgetting something?”
The moment he saw her, all confidence drained from him, and Marcus became the same nervous wreck he had been before.
“Oh…right…” He took the backpack and slung it across his back. Meanwhile, Laura had taken to straightening out his clothes, trying to make him look at least somewhat presentable.
“You’d better get going, you’ll be late.”
Marcus didn’t move though, he stood there, shuffling in his spot nervously.
“Uh…Laurie…there’s something I want to say…”
Laura gave him an inquisitive look. “What is it?”
“Well, I…uh…it’s just, I’ve been meaning to ask you this for a while now.” Marcus stuttered. “We’ve been together fo-“
“Marcus, you’re going to be late for your train.”
Feeling impatient, Marcus gently gripped Laura by the shoulders to get her attention. “I know! But I have to ask you this question.”
“Can’t it wait?”
“No, it can’t! I have to do this now.” Marcus was feeling pressured now. His voice was beginning to falter. He needed to do this now before his nerve failed him. Laura still gave him a confused look as he struggled to ask his question.
“Y-you’re the greatest woman….no, person…I’ve ever met. And we’ve been together for so long. But, I, I can’t settle for that…I guess what I’m trying to say is… will you…”
And just like that, the two most crucial words, the very last words of the big question that Marcus had been trying to ask for the last two months, completely evaded him, and his sentence trailed off into nothingness. Marcus’ hands fell from Laura’s shoulders, his head bowed in failure.
A small span of silence ran between the two as Marcus silently berated himself for him cowardice and Laura tried to brush his hair down with her fingers. Laura sighed softly.
“Look, you need to go now or you’ll miss the train.” she said to him. “You can finish your marriage proposal to me after you’ve gotten back from your trip.” She kissed him on the cheek and gently pushed him to the door.
Marcus was too engrossed in his shame to notice what Laura had said. He nodded slowly, head still bowed in disappointment. “Yeah, okay.”
He walked out the door, Mika walking beside him as he left. He was halfway across the doorway when he actually realized what Laura had said. He froze in his spot and his head snapped up.
“Wait, what?”
He turned to look at Laura, an incredulous look in his eyes. Laura stood with her hands crossed, framed by the door with a small smile on her face as she looked at Marcus. “The answer is ‘yes’.”
And with that, she closed the door, leaving Marcus staring at the door with a look of utter and total shock on his face. Marcus blinked twice, still too stunned to make sense of what he heard. He could scarcely believe it. It was like a massive weight was lifted off his shoulders. In fact, he felt as light as feather, at that moment, Marcus could’ve been lifted up and carried away by the wind, never to be seen again.
“She actually said yes.”
Mika barked at him.
“…So I wasn’t hearing things…”
Another bark.
“…okay…”
Marcus stood silent for a full minute before he burst into joyous celebration, laughing at the top his lungs as he picked up Mika and spun with her in the air.
“SHE SAID YES! AHAHAHAHAHA!”
Mika began to bark angrily at Marcus, they were urgent and alarming.
“Oh right, the train!”
Marcus stopped spinning, and placed Mika on his shoulder. “Hold on, girl! We’re going to be taking a few shortcuts!”
With that, Marcus took off running, jumping up and scaling the tall Chrysanthemum buildings, leaping from one roof to another as he headed for the train station.
Laura watched Marcus from the window, smiling as he ran off. When Marcus disappeared from sight, she closed the curtains, went over to the living room and picked up her favorite book.
“About time,” She said to herself. “I was beginning to think that he’d never do it. Now I can finally sleep without hearing him punch walls and yell.”
Edited by Marcat, Jun 23 2013, 07:10 AM.
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Aug 20 2013, 03:48 PM
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Another result of boredom.
Anon The sound of my alarm clock woke me from my slumber; it was a shrill, uncouth sound, one that I never did look forward to getting up to. I would’ve preferred to be woken by the soft tantalizing voice of a beautiful woman, but that’s a mere dream.
I groan and grumble as I toss and turn in my bed, tired but not fully woken, as if the tantrum would make it so I did not have go to college. Resigning myself to the harsh reality, I throw the bed sheets of my bed ragged form, roll out of bed and begin to trudge towards the bathroom for a shower. Luckily, the hot water revitalized me; it seemed plunge a new life in bones as I bathed. Having finished the shower, I slap on a towel and dry myself off.
I take a glance at the clock, only to see that I’m ahead of schedule and that I might be able to have a decent breakfast for once. I grew happy at the thought and quickly pulled on a pair of black jeans and a plain white shirt, they had been washed beforehand so they were nice and warm. Picking up my socks and sneakers in one hand, I stuff my wallet and cellphone into my pocket and jump down the stairs, headed for the kitchen. With practiced movements, I pull out some bread, turkey, mayonnaise and cheese and fashion myself a nice hearty sandwich.
I wiped the crumbs off my face quickly, put on my shoes and walked out the door.
It was a beautiful day, as cliché as that sounds. The sky was a clear, bright blue, dotted with the occasional scattered cloud, such that it added variety to the scene. The sun was still rising in the early morning sky, so most of the noon day heat had yet to arrive, but it was still warm. There was a constant breeze, a calming, soothing one, gentle enough to caress the skin and strong enough to tussle the hair and tug on clothes. Sighing deeply as I savor the crisp morning air, I head towards my car.
Just as I twist the ignition, the radio comes to life; I must’ve forgotten it on yesterday. As I leave the garage and drive through my neighborhood, one of my favorite songs comes on. I smile, once again happy that I had something fun to listen to during the normally tedious drive to college. The moment the song ends, I turn off the radio, not wanting to listen to the news radio broadcast that came after. I was getting closer to my destination, just another intersection and I would make it there.
But I never did listened to the radio broadcast, I never did know about the bus that lost control just down the street of where I was. So engrossed was I in my own thoughts, that I never did see the bus come barreling down my way just as I crossed the intersection.
I was no one; nobody of consequence. No one mourned my departure. No one cared about my ill fate. I was another name that appeared on a local news broadcast, another faceless entity that people glimpsed as they flipped through the channels searching for the next celebrity news gossip.
How cruel a world must it be.
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Aug 25 2013, 08:53 AM
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Gif? Jif? Gyfe? Jyfe? Get a life!
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*sniffle sniffle* why am I tearing up... *sniffle* ... OH GOD, MY FINGER! Oh, that's right I was chopping onions, my mistake. *picks up finger* off to the hospital.
Seriously though, that's what boredom does; it helps us produce things we would have never thought of in normal circumstances.
Keep 'em coming bro.
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Jul 6 2014, 02:50 PM
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Interview “Corporal Marcus Faldin, graduated from the academy with honors, served in the Boscan War, formerly associated with the Dauntless Vanguard, high recommendations from… multiple sources.”
The examiner was a Sergeant, woman in her mid-thirties, she had bright red hair that was tied in a neat bun. She sat behind a desk, clad in full armor, reviewing a portfolio in front of her. Marcus stood in the middle of the room, back straight, eyes ahead, standing at attention.
“You’ve been considered for Sergeant rank, Faldin.”
The door swung open, creaking in the dark as it revealed a hunched over form at the door. He shambled through the doorway, clutching his shoulder as he moved. He grunted in pain as he moved; fresh wounds yet taking their toll from his body.
“It’s an honor, Ma’am.”
“Yes well, you’ve been considered, it doesn’t mean you’ve gotten the job yet.” The woman replied. “I’m going to ask some questions to see if you deserve your rank.”
He moved through the house as quietly as possible, he’d done this countless times before and he had memorized the layout of the entire house. Even in the pitch black darkness, broken only by the moon’s rays through the curtains, he knew where to sidestep the coffee table so he didn’t stub his toe, and where to step to avoid the creaky floorboards.
“You’re known as the Peacemaker…Why is that?”
“I do not know, Ma’am, the name was simply given to me. I merely adopted it.”
He moved with a limp; almost dragging his left leg with him. Droplets of blood hit the floor, leaving a small trail behind him. The man stumbled into the bathroom, hands fumbling as he opened a cabinet and retrieved the alcohol. He pulled down a towel, twisted it, and bit down on it hard. Working quickly, he opened the bottle of alcohol and raised it over his leg wound. He couldn’t help but wince at the thought of impending pain.
“Pride comes before the fall.” The woman replied. “And you did fall hard, fifty men died in that battle, all of them attacking a giant boar. You told them to attack.”
Marcus winced, like someone had just slapped him across the face. His normally bright eyes lost their luster, clouded by memories of past. His gaze fell, his confident persona wavered.
“That…was my mistake.” He muttered, every word he spoke was choked, saturated with guilt and loathing. “Nothing I can do will atone for that.”
“Several men have reported that their death was not entirely your fault; they didn’t exactly listen to you.” The woman answered. “Though you did tell them to attack.”
Marcus’ head bowed in shame.
He wanted to yell in pain; the feeling of alcohol on his wound was like someone was sharpening their knife on his leg. He barely managed to stay quiet, biting down on the towel hard enough that his teeth hurt. He quickly put the bottle down and curled into a ball from the pain, waiting for the stinging to subside.
“Many people think leadership is easy, they think that there’s glory in it. The envision themselves as a triumphant leaders leading people to victory. But you know that’s not true, don’t you? No one thinks about the difficult choices they have to make…or the consequences they have to live with from a single errant mistake.”
Marcus didn’t reply, his eyes only growing more clouded. His clasped hands behind his back balled into fists. His jaw clenched.
The woman flipped a page in the portfolio, adjusting her glasses. “You understand leadership better than most.”
As the pain dulled, the man slowly relaxed, his hands twitching as he closed the bottle and wrapped bandages around the wound. He hardly felt better after the ordeal, though the trauma of the injury had lessened. He got up and slowly started to walk again.
“Why did you join the knights?”
“My grandfather was a knight, he inspired me to become one myself.” “Your grandfather was Titus Faldin?”
“Yes.”
“Impressive, Titus Faldin was quite the knight in his time. He’s a good man.”
“He was.”
“…I see.”
He weaved through the corridors and found a door, his hand rested on the knob. He slowly turned it and opened the door. Thin beams of moonlight streamed into the bedroom, illuminating a sleeping form, she slept on her side, long hair swept behind her. She was curled protectively around a smaller figure, a tiny baby wrapped in a bundle of blankets, safely held in the woman’s arms, sleeping peacefully.
“Then why are you still working? Are you honoring the memory of your grandfather?”
Marcus shook his head. “No, my grandfather lived his life. I live my own.” He said. “I have a family... a wife and a daughter.”
His words were colored with a certain pride. His eyes that had been clouded only a moment ago had regained their luster, and his facial features became set. The woman stared at him, as if sizing him up.
“Must be hard being away from your family for so long, always in danger.” She said. “I daresay your wife isn’t comfortable with the idea as well?”
“It’s hardly ever easy.”
“Do you think it’s worth it?”
The man stood there, quiet as the shadows that danced around him in the moonlit room. He watched the two sleeping people with nary a word to say, simply enjoying the lull of peace they enjoyed.
“It’s always worth it.”
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Nov 10 2014, 03:48 AM
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Couple's Night "Ow..." Marcus winced, holding back a grunt. "Careful with that- OW!"
"Oh, stop being a big baby." Laura chided. "It's only a flesh wound."
The sleeves of her shirt were rolled up past elbows, she clutched a bloody scalpel in her hands. Laura's fingers and front of her clothes were stained with blood and her expression was marred with disapproval. Standing like that, she almost looked like a painter, holding her brush, unsure of the next stroke to make in her next grand masterpiece. However, in this case, her canvas was the bare back of Marcus, in which an arrow was firmly lodged within.
"I can handle a flesh wound." Marcus replied gruffly. "But if you keep stabbing my back with knives-"
"I'm sorry, did you want an arrow stuck in your back?" Laura snapped back. "Because we can certainly arrange that."
"No, No! I can handle some pain!" He relented quickly. "By all means, stab away."
Laura rolled her eyes. "The things I do for you." She muttered under her breath.
She inspected the wound closely, slowly prodding the exposed flesh with her fingers. She ignored the wince of pain from Marcus. It was an odd wound to say the least; the arrow was totally embedded in Marcus' back, and no matter how hard she tried to pull it out, it wouldn't budge in the slightest. Though she acted fairly nonchalant about his ordeal, Laura barely managed to restrain herself from wincing alongside Marcus every time he grunted in pain.
To everyone else, Marcus might be the stalwart Knight of Fiore, a man with unwavering resolve, one who's very constitution bordered the inhuman. Yet every time Marcus stumbled through the door bleeding or nursing an injured limb, it tugged on her heartstrings. She was the only person who saw his vulnerabilities...his weakness. For that reason, Laura found herself rather tough on her husband when treating him, if only to be that pillar of strength that Marcus could lean on when his own failed him.
The more she stared at the arrow, the more it frustrated her. Then it occurred to her.
Laura snapped her fingers, and a magic seal appeared appeared in front of her palm. A single wisp of light came into view, it flickered brightly, like a floating bulb.
"You called, Madam?" The wisp spoke in a raspy voice. It's light flickered with the inflections of it's voice.
"I need a second opinion, is this enchanted?"
The wisp floated forward to Marcus back, floating around it slowly, it's light flickered intensely for a moment. Finally, it stopped, and turned to Laura.
"The arrow is enchanted, Madam." It said. "The curse must be broken before it can be removed."
Laura moved a stray strand of hair from her face, accidentally smearing blood across her forehead.
She exhaled. "Thank you, Hikari." Laura said, a tone of relief creeping into her voice. "You are dismissed."
"Madam." And the wisp blinked from view.
"So...uh...what now?" Marcus said finally, apparently he had remained silent for fear of antagonizing his wife.
"We disenchant the wound and then we pull that arrow out."
"oh...good..."
Laura had already disappeared into the depths of her office, digging into textbooks. She pulled out a large heavy-looking book and brought it over, slamming against the table, knocking some medical utensils to the floor, but Laura was too engrossed, too excited to finally crack another case.
"Aha!" Laura exclaimed. "Found it!"
"Great."
She rubbed her hands as she approached Marcus again. "Alright, hold still."
Laura placed her hands against Marcus' back and started to mutter magical incantations under her breath. When she finished, there was no noticeable change but when she concentrated, Laura could feel the lack of magical presence.
"Alright...that should do it." Laura said.
Marcus breathed a sigh of relief. "Okay."
Laura grabbed the shaft of the arrow. "I'm pulling it out."
Marcus' eyes widened. "No, no, wait!"
"This'll hurt."
"Hold on-"
Laura yanked hard, wrenching the arrow out of Marcus back. She had already widened the cut so the arrow would come out smoothly, but that didn't keep the arrow from hurting like all hell.
Marcus barely held back his scream of pain. His head twitched as he turned around to glare at Laura, who stood triumphantly, holding the arrow in her hand like a trophy.
"Well that was easy." She remarked simply.
Marcus didn't reply, he just glared at his wife before turning around, fuming silently.
Laura snickered, she stooped over and kissed her husband on the cheek, staining him with blood.
"Don't be so sensitive, honey." she teased.
Marcus grumbled in response, though his scowl did noticeably ease.
Laura placed the bloody arrow on a table; she would study it later to learn of it's enchantment.
"Well, let's get that hole in your back stitched up, shall we?"
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Jan 23 2015, 05:24 PM
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The Explorer Selene Avery eyed the building ahead of her with anticipation. The building itself was like a fortress, tall and imposing, with thick stone walls rising nearly twenty meters into the air. On each of the five ramparts, there were two guards, each of them armored and holding weapons in their hands.
"Y'sure you want to do this, Selene?" A voice appeared from her intercom. "There has to be at least thirty guys guarding that key."
"I'm not letting that asshole Cardell get his hands on that statue." She replied.
"Well you always were suicidal."
Selene smiled. "Nah, I just live dangerously."
The voice on the other side laughed ruefully.
"Anyway, I'll call you once I'm finished."
"Good luck."
Selene switched off the intercom. She got up and stretched a little, then made sure she had everything she needed. She had her gun, her side arm, her tools - all check.
"Alright... show time." She murmured to herself.
Selene whipped her cloak around, causing the magic inside to activate, making her invisible. The woman stepped out of her cover behind the rocks and ran towards the walls, her cloak keeping her hidden from the watch of the guards.
She stopped when she neared the wall, looking for handholds she could use to clamber up. Selene ran up the wall and dug her hands into a crack in the stone, then hoisted herself up to grab onto a rocky outcrop, resting her feet on the crack. From there, Selene started to climb up, going from one rocky outcrop to another, using the cracks in the wall to help her up as she went along.
It was arduous and tiring work, but Selene was accustomed to climbing, working her way up to the top was a fairly simple task to her. She had finally reached the edge of the wall, now dangling from her fingers off the edge. She grunted with effort as she started to shimmy sideways, hiding for the ramparts. She continue to edge closer and closer until she was under one of the men standing guard at the edge.
With a swift motion, Selene reached upwards, grabbing the guard by his armor plate and pulling him down, sending him falling to the ground below. The other guard tried to sound the alarm, but Selene put her hand around his mouth then proceeded to slam it into the wall, knocking him out.
Selene crouched down, listening carefully to make sure that no one else had noticed the commotion. Once she was sure that no one was on alert, she went to the ladder and started to climb down, finding herself in the courtyard.
She snuck through the yard and went for the building in the middle. Opting to forgo a frontal entry, she ran up the wall, clung to the stone then jumped to the edge of an open window and climbed in.
It was then that Selene found herself face to face with a guard. For a moment, he was frozen in place, too shocked by Selene's presence to do anything. Then suddenly remembering to actually do his job, he reached for his sword.
"Ah ah, too slow, my friend." Selene said. She had her pistol pointed straight at the guard. "Hands up and turn around."
The guard stopped moving. He obeyed the commands, remaining silent as he did so. The moment he turned around, Selene smacked the guard with the butt of her pistol, knocking him out cold. She holstered her pistol and patted down the body, finding a ring of keys on his waist and promptly pocketing them.
She hauled the body away from sight, putting him into a closet and closing the door. With the deed done, Selene began to work her way through the building, making sure to stay out of sight. She headed for the very middle, following the path out of the commons and towards the headquarters where she'd find her quarry.
After some more sneaking, Selene found the room, it was behind a heavy-set wooden door, locked up tight. Selene brought the keys and quietly put it into the lock and twisted. The door opened with low groan. Selene walked in, finding herself standing in a planning room.
All around her, there were artifacts and pictures, maps were strewn across a table along with some open books, and there, lying on the same table, was the stone knife she was searching for.
"Score."
Selene picked up the knife in her hands, admiring it's detail. The Gatekeeper's Knife had the design of an older, medieval style of knife, with a straight hilt and a single sided blade, all around the weapon, ornate designs and runes decorated it.
"Hello, Miss Avery. So glad you could join us."
Selene whipped around to find herself facing five men, all of them holding their weapons at her. The leader of the group was a man in his early thirties. He was dressed like a mercenary, with a tight grey muscle shirt, pale cargo pants and army boots. His hair was carefully slicked backwards, giving him a look that came somewhere in between an intimidating mercenary and a slimy businessman. He grinned at Selene gloatingly, enjoying his moment of triumph. Selene's hand reflexively went for her pistol, but the guards were too attentive.
"I don't think fighting back would be wise now, Miss Avery."
Selene growled and slowly put her hands up.
"Cardell, what a pleasure." She said, the loathing practically dripping from her words. "Is that a new shirt? It doesn't look quite as greasy as the rest of you yet."
Cardell laughed humorlessly.
"Funny. Now hand me the knife and the map. Slowly."
Selene took out the knife and then pulled out a folded up map from a bag around her waist. Cardell motioned with his head for a guard to go take it from her. The guard came near cautiously, holding out his hand for the items, he came closer and closer, his finger brushing against the edge of the map when all hell broke loose.
Selene grabbed the guard's wrist and swung him into the others, they crashed into each other, leaving them disorientated. That moment of confusion was all Selene needed. Cardell began screaming to the guards, then went to grab Selene, but she slid under his legs and went for the door. Behind her, alarms began to blare, now the whole complex was on high alert.
Selene ran through the hallways, dodging the guards who appeared in front of her. She climbed a couple of stairways, all the while, she could hear the guards yelling after her. As she ran, she noticed a window, with no other choice, Selene went for it.
Selene pulled her pistol and shot a couple of bullets into the glass to weaken it, then jumped straight through. As she fell, Selene twisted in the air, breaking her fall with a deft roll on the ground below.
She now found herself on one of the lower levels of the building, nearly three stories high. Ahead of her, Selene saw her method of escape, a long zipline that extended from the main building all the way to the ramparts. From there, she could get down and run into the forest cover, where they wouldn't be able to track her.
The only bad part was that a group of men were running towards her, blocking the path. Selene unclipped a grenade from the belt around her waist. She pressed a button on the device and tossed right in front of the men. The grenade detonated with a bang creating distortion in gravity and sucking the men into single point like sort of gravity storm-drain. Selene reached towards her back and grabbed her rifle, aiming for the guards in front of her and shot a couple of times, detonating the vortex and throwing all the guards aside.
With everyone out of the way, Selene ran forwards and just as she rounded a corner she found herself face to face with a giant-
"A cannon?!" Selene yelled. "Really?!"
The thing was loaded and aimed straight at her.
Throwing all caution to the winds, she flung herself over the wall, using her rifle to slide down the zipline. Behind her, the wall she was on exploded, showing debris all over the surrounding area.
Selene slid down to rampart, falling as she neared the end and rolling to a stop. She got up to her feet, only to the cannon turning to aim at the rampart.
"Crap, Crap, Crap!"
She slung the rifle along her back and threw herself over the wall, climbing down quickly, then when the guards began flinging weapons after her, she jumped clear off the bridge and ran to the forest, disappearing into the foliage.
Selene ran for a good ten kilometers before she deemed it safe to catch her breath. She sat down on a log, breathing heavily. She pulled out the knife from the pack around her waist and regarded it with a mixture of hate and admiration.
"This had better be worth it." She grumbled.
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御 Marcat
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Feb 13 2015, 02:27 AM
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Demons "Why are you doing this to me?" The woman demanded, her eyes red from crying. "What have I ever done to you?"
"It's not what you've done, it what you believe in." The knight replied.
"But I never participated in their crimes, I had nothing to do with them!"
"Irrelevant, your comrades have caused the deaths of countless innocent people."
"So you would condemn me for the actions of few?" The woman replied. "You would place the guilt on me, spurred by mere association? You would have me punished for actions I had no hand in? Does that seem like justice to you?"
"We can't risk letting your kind to go free; we can't risk the chance that some of you could do something like this again. You can pretend all you want, you demon worshipers are all the same."
The woman scoffed. "Funny." She muttered in reply. "The only demon I see is standing in front of me."
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Feb 18 2015, 02:50 AM
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This is great, your great
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Feb 19 2015, 06:44 AM
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Thanks bro.
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