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| [Graded]You Set Us Up!; Artesia | |
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| Topic Started: Dec 18 2013, 04:04 PM (1,336 Views) | |
| 竜 Mazohyst | Dec 22 2013, 04:37 AM Post #21 |
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Stay the course.
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Artesia handled the big fellow while Artorius while take on all the other customers who were itching for a fight. It seemed like even a few drunken bystanders who wanted to get in on the action were approaching for the fight. They weren't even affiliated with any of this. But, it's not like Artorius could convince them otherwise. It was quite the nuisance, frankly. Though, it'd be their funeral. Artorius spun on his heel, sweeping the legs of one bloke and sending him flipping on his back, just before the man used that rotational movement while still in motion to slam the pommel of his straight sword into the face of another guy, forcing him to swallow some teeth as if they were tic-tacs. Following the movement through, Artorius finished up the spin by slicing through the belly of another, causing his most recent victim to collapse to the ground clutching his deep laceration. Unfortunately, the group was still quite large, and more men were pouring in. Thankfully, none of them wielded very many ranged weapons outside of the thrown variety, namely beer bottles, broken bar stools and chair legs, some were even using a flurry of throwing knives. A whole lot of throwing knives. That gave Artorius an idea. Turning towards Artesia, the man stood his ground while he reached over to the throwing knives embedded into the wall where Artesia once stood. Quickly pulling them out, Artorius outfitted his hands and fingers with a whole host of throwing knives. "Let's give them a taste of their own medicine," Artorius declared with a smirk. Once ready, Artorius would hurl eight knives he held in his hands. Given the nature of how he had thrown them, the attack wasn't the most accurate. But, he wasn't exactly aiming for accuracy with that barrage, but instead to wound and slow down the oncoming enemies. His attack wounded several, critically hurting a couple to boot. Just after that, Artorius reached over towards his belt and began pulling even more of his own throwing knives, lobbing them with skillful pin-point accuracy towards vital areas. Neck, joints, eyes, and other places were being hit with these small knives as Artorius used his enemies as human dartboards. At the same time, Artesia was to do the same, resulting in a barrage of throwing knives which would hopefully eliminate the rest of the enemies within the bar. Hopefully, that would give them enough time to question that bastard Jean Barasavi. |
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| Lightning | Dec 22 2013, 05:16 AM Post #22 |
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Steel your mind. Run on instinct.
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"I like how you think." Artesia smirked back to Artorius as she reached for the mass of throwing knives she had at her disposal. She hadn't even been embellishing things when she'd said it, the man thought similarly to her and what wasn't to like about that? Together with Artorius she aimed the barrage of throwing knives with pinpoint accuracy easily overwhelming the men that were still moving to face off against them. Maybe if they had been trying to avoid things being thrown by one of them they may have had some luck, as it was though it could have been said it reminded people of shooting fish in a barrel. For Artesia though it was more like 'target practice' which was always a relatively fun endeavour. As most of the bodies in the tavern were laying on the ground groaning in pain and clutching their wounds of various sizes and severities those that were left standing could do little to hide their fear, collectively they looked to one another before shaking their heads and dropping their weapons. As they literally fled for their lives out of open windows and the main doors to the establishment they stepped on who they had moments ago been willing to fight with and Artesia couldn't help but shake her head ever so slightly. Talk about them having chosen the wrong fight. There was no way to know how long the tavern would remain free of threats to them and so Artesia wasted no time in approaching the bar where they had seen Jean take refuge, "I do hope for his sake that he isn't stupid enough to-" Artesia's gaze glanced sideways to behind the bar where Jean should have been and sure enough there was nobody there but the bartender herself, "run." Her voice carried on but with an obvious change of tone to one of disappointment. The bartender glanced up and upon seeing the heavily armed woman before her gave a girlish scream followed by cowering into a ball and apologising profusely while begging for her life. Honestly the banshee like wailing and continuous sniffling wasn't going to let her and Artorius think straight let alone converse, why on earth would such a woman choose to work in a tavern like this one anyway? It made no sense. "If we wanted to kill you you'd be dead already so shut it." Artesia barked to the bartender who instantly silenced and ran like a scared mouse for another hiding place. "Well, I do hope Jean had his Nikes on because I'm figuring he's got quite the nasty hounds on his tail." Seeing as how the man had not only them after him but also the ones who he had supposedly failed his task for the odds of him not being hunted down like a dog were low, "I suppose we don't have much of a choice then," she said as she started walking towards the exit, "we'll have to save him from himself." Such a task was truly bothersome given that if he'd just been smart enough to sit still they could have protected him from those that were after him. Sure, they might have hurt him a little bit if he refused to talk but it was far less than the other people after him were going to do if they caught him. Edited by Lightning, Dec 22 2013, 05:19 AM.
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Dec 22 2013, 07:37 AM Post #23 |
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Stay the course.
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Shit, Artorius should have expected Jean Barasavi to run. He was always a flighty bastard. The man couldn't believe that he had made such a simple mistake. If Artorius had his steel wire on himself he probably would have tied Jean to the bar so he couldn't run without biting his arm off. Unfortunately, that didn't happen as Jean had skedaddled. If there was one thing Jean was good it as a former thief it had always been running. This was going to be a pain, but Artorius knew that if there was one person who could catch him, it'd be Artorius himself. Well, that is until recently, as it was highly probable that a woman of Artesia's skills would be able to apprehend him too. "Should've expected that asshole to run," the thief muttered beneath a breathy sigh. Shaking his head, Artorius joined Artesia towards the exit. But, immediately, Artorius looked for a ladder or fire escape of sorts. But, instead he found a disheveled pile of knocked over boxes. "The roof. Jean always takes the roof," the man pointed out as he glared towards the rooftop. By now, Jean was probably on the next building, running for his life or at least his safety from roof to roof. However, with the boxes knocked down and the fire escape nowhere in sight, they would have to act fast and find an alternative means of ascending the building. Of course, Artorius already had a plan, and it was something that Artesia had already seen. Jumping up, Artorius rapidly inhaled and exhaled, alternating the motions which quickly created a large bank of smoke a meter in thickness. Jumping on top of it, Artorius offered a hand to Artesia. Once she took it, Artorius would lift her up and then throw her towards the roof, from where she would be able to reach up and grab onto the ledge and hoist herself upwards. Following this, Artorius jumped up himself, and would take Artesia's hand to pull him up. With that obstacle taken care of, they could now see Jean running, hesitating momentarily before he leapt a large gap between a pair of buildings. Jean was fast, but not as fast as the two thieves here. Dashing forward, Artorius leapt over an outside air conditioning unit on a roof, vaulting over it before leaping across towards the next building. They were steadily gaining on Jean, but he was a crafty bastard. "Son of a bitch!" Artorius remarked with an annoyed expression on his face, pointing out the piles of boxes and other miscellaneous junk Jean was knocking over in order to slow them down and buy himself time. |
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| Lightning | Dec 22 2013, 08:06 AM Post #24 |
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Steel your mind. Run on instinct.
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With the way that Jean had used to get to the roof gone and time ticking by the pair didn't have the luxury of restacking the boxes in order to follow him, instead they made use of their similar skills and Artorius's ability to create a platform in order to reach their destination. Helping one another up at each ledge the thieves made it to the rooftops where in the distance they spotted the man they were after, "I'm almost disappointed, I expected him to run faster." Artesia said in jest while taking off into a sprint. Of course she hadn't actually been disappointed to see the figure in the distance still so close to them, after all it made for an easy hunt if they didn't have to actually search for him. She was however actually surprised, she honestly would have figured he'd have legged it early into the fight back in the tavern or have at least been faster given how he seemed the type to run at any opportunity he could get. Both Artorius and Artesia made easy work of gaining ground on Jean but the little 'presents' that the man was making sure to leave them as he went were going to work to slow them down just a little bit, obviously not anywhere near the extent that he had been hoping for though. The first thing to come their way were boxes that had been stacked up on the roof for storage until trash day but they didn't pose much of an issue for the pair of expert thieves as they easily leapt over them. Next to come was strangely enough a group of broken mannequins that had obviously come out of a clothing store and were also awaiting for the day they could be picked up, yet again though they posed them little trouble and the pair simply avoided them or made the easy leap over them. It was as Artesia was wondering to herself what other crazy and utterly ridiculous items would be stored up on the roof of buildings overnight that a shimmer in the air in front of her caught her attention. Before them was a mock clothes line made of thin wire tied from one side of the roof to the other and secured on poles, it was once again ridiculous to think about but in Dandelion sector she could believe people would do it. It wasn't like there were many buildings and homes out there for people with little money and so if they had to cram into one without clothes lines she supposed it made sense for them to make one, even if it was rather oversized and dangerous. While Artorius would leap over the top line Artesia would take a running slide in order to make it under the lowest one. Thanks to her ample chest she was forced to lean right back in order to avoid the wire connecting with her womanly assets which as it was only slid over top of her by a hair or two, the main thing was that she made it without injury though no matter how close, right? |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Dec 22 2013, 08:31 AM Post #25 |
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Stay the course.
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Jean was such a pain in the ass. Artorius remembered running alongside him like this in the past. But, it wasn't to chase him back then. Instead, it was Jean Barasavi and Artorius Sidonis running from the law, or from whatever other trouble was hunting them back. Life was difficult back then, but also quite simple. All they needed to worry about was where they would find their next job and how to pull it off. But now, Jean had gotten himself into some deep shit, and evidently so did Artorius and Artesia by extension. Nevertheless, Artorius was familiar with the types of tricks that Jean used, as Artorius used them too and learned from either by imitation, or simply he had taught Jean some of these tricks in the first place. While Jean was fast, Artorius and Artesia were faster. But, he was still doing a good job of slowing them down even if it was proving to be quite tiresome. Fortunately, not quite literally as the two still had quite a bit of stamina left. Despite that, the longer this chase went on the worse, as the possibility of Jean actually getting away grew and grew with each passing moment. Yet, they had no choice but to keep up the chase as, right now, Jean was the only actual lead they had. In this world, information is key, and Jean was that key even if he was beaten, rusted, chewed, and spat out a little bit. Just a little bit. The sheer amount of shit that Jean was throwing at their way was bothersome to say the least. Mannequins? Who in the living hell keeps mannequins on their roof? Knowing the sort of people who live in Dandelion Sector it's probably some freak with an absurd fetish, or a serial killer, or both. Artorius didn't even want to think that, nor did he actually have the time and/or luxury to do so as he would have very narrowly slit his throat on some metal wire had he not noticed the shimmer of light reflecting off of it just in time to adeptly jump over it. Rolling back up to his feet after his swimmer-like dive, Artorius kept up the frantic and frenetic pace to catch this son of a bitch. Quickly, Jean turned a corner, using a nearby pole to help him maneuver into a hard left. Following this, Jean rammed his shoulder into a long wooden black, knocking it over to serve as an impromptu bridge over the next massive gap between two distant buildings. Just as he got across, Jean kicked it over, knocking it down into the alleyway below. But, that wasn't the only way to get across. "You think you're so freaking clever, Jean, you asshole!" Artorius exclaimed while shaking his head. An overhead cable connected that particular building to the next. Perhaps some sort of defunct and disabled power line. Whatever it was, Artorius jumped onto a box, platforming over it before he drew one of his daggers and laid its flat side onto the cable. Holding onto the flat side of the blade with one hand and the handle with another, Artorius kicked off and hurriedly zip-lined down towards Jean, rolling as he fell to soften his landing. Edited by Mazohyst, Dec 22 2013, 08:33 AM.
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| Lightning | Dec 22 2013, 08:56 AM Post #26 |
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Steel your mind. Run on instinct.
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Luckily both thieves managed to avoid being sliced by the wire and as the chase continued it seemed Jean wasn't quite done with his bag of tricks, "Ugh." Artesia mumbled to herself as she watched the man kick down the make shift bridge that he'd just used. Sure, there were other ways to get across the gap between the buildings and they would be able to use them just as well, it was just a pain in the ass and with everything else he'd been throwing at them things were beginning to get tiresome not to mention repetitive. The bridge that was kicked down fell to the streets below and unfortunately it managed to take out several people that were at the time casually walking through the alleyway below, at least it wasn't something sharp or pointy though right? Being knocked out cold had to be better than being turned into part of a human kebab. Artesia followed Artorius's lead in using one of her blades to slide down the makeshift zip wire and as she did so she couldn't help but wonder if it would have an effect on the sectors power if they accidentally nicked something they shouldn't have. When the place didn't seem to suffer from a blackout or anything of the kind and they had landed it seemed that such a thing would have to be an experiment for another day, oh what she would be able to steal in the darkness of a blackout. Oh right, mind back on track! Jean's figure had put some distance between it and the pair of thieves that rolled to make a professional looking landing but he wasn't more than a couple of hundred metres away; still right within their grasp. The long stretch of buildings with relatively short gaps between them made for a sprint of which Artorius and Artesia once again started to gain ground rapidly, unfortunately though as they closed the gap someone chose to interfere. A flurry of silver throwing knives and gunshots sounded out in the night air as from a building across the other side of the street a group of people dressed in black emerged. The shots/knives would hit the roof top right in front of Artorius and Artesia and forced to stop in order to avoid being turned to Swiss cheese they could only watch on as in the distance Jean sped away. "Damn it!" If there was one thing Artesia hated it was when people interfered with her work. As she moved to start running again the shots rang out again to cease it, it seemed that while they knew they wouldn't be able to hit the pair dead on and take them out the group wanted to stall them and prevent them from catching up to Jean. "Shit, this is just rude." In the distance Jean smirked as he thought that he would get away, the people helping him weren't friends but if they stayed there and kept those two off of his back then it would do. It was too bad that his line of thought wouldn't even get to end before he met an unfortunate fate. As he passed by a large brick chimney the man could do nothing about the flicker of silver he saw in the corner of his eye before he felt it sink into his side only to be twisted and pushed deeper. From where Artorius and Artesia were being stalled the pair could see Jean's figure being joined by another and using their brains it didn't take long to figure out what had happened, there was no way what they'd just watched had been a friendly hug. As if mocking the thieves the group of marksmen on the building across the street from the pair would give a chuckle before turning to leave, they had done what they had to do and they weren't dumb enough to stay around and pick a stupid fight. |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Dec 22 2013, 09:18 AM Post #27 |
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Stay the course.
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Artorius was glad that the cable line was depowered, or at the very least wasn't running a live current through it, so they were able to glide on down without getting injured. Nevertheless, they resumed the chase down a long stretch of buildings with narrow gaps between them. However, after navigating over a variety of buildings, the two were suddenly halted by a flurry of gunshots and throwing knives. Quickly darting around, Artorius leapt into the cover of a nearby air conditioning unit which managed to soak up the blows. It would appear that the barrage of projectile-based attacks was merely to slow them down. That, or to serve as a warning, as the moment Artorius popped his head out the projectiles stopped. Hurriedly, Artorius leapt across towards the building that Jean Barasavi was on. However, in his peripheral vision, the thief could see the people who attacked them. They didn't seem like the typical run-of-the-mill sort. Based on a cursory glance of what they were wearing and how they carried themselves, these people seemed like professionals, or at least people with experience. They were probably with the people that were behind Jean's betrayal, which only hastened Artorius' feet in order to quickly catch up to Jean. Otherwise, with these people so close, the chance of Jean getting away was now much, much higher. Yet, as Artorius stepped forward, time suddenly seemed like it slowed to a halt. A flash of silver and then a gush of crimson were all Artorius could see as his old friend, even if he was a bastard traitor, was stabbed right in the side. The culprit vanished in an instant, becoming a blur of black cloth, before he suddenly bounded across the massive gap towards the opposite end of the street, landing with his cohorts. Quickly, the group disappeared, turning their backs on the three. Shaking that off, adrenaline pumped through Artorius' veins as he raced towards Jean's side. Kneeling beside him, Artorius put a hand to Jean's wound, but the damage was done, and it was too deep. There was no saving Jean Barasavi. Today was the day he was going to die. Artorius knew that, Jean knew that, it was plainly clear in their eyes. "A-Artorius... I didn't mean f-for-" he stammered, coughing up blood. "Just shut up you bastard. I know you were being manipulated. It's the only thing I could think of that would possess you to pull such a goddamn stupid stunt, and now look at what you got yourself into," Artorius spoke angrily, though there was a tinge of sadness in his words. "I-I don't even know who they were, only that... that they were after you two," Jean stammered as he laid there, desperately trying to apply pressure to his wound. But, by then a puddle of crimson had already formed beneath him. "They never told me. They paid upfront, I-I just couldn't refuse, they threatened me, my family too..." "Jean! I know you know more! These people are after us, look at what they've done to you, we can't let them run around like they own this place." "Th-the old cathedral... There's a woman there, she has the information you're looking for. I'm sorry, even in the end I'm still useless. Just like old times, right buddy?" Jean continued, his eyes welling up with tears. Meanwhile, Artorius remained stone-faced, or at least he tried to. "You were never useless. Just stupid, just stupid Jean. But, you were my friend." Edited by Mazohyst, Dec 22 2013, 09:18 AM.
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| Lightning | Dec 22 2013, 09:43 AM Post #28 |
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Steel your mind. Run on instinct.
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The moment that Artesia saw the new figure emerge from the shadows she knew what was going to come of it, she was behind Artorius but even so she was close enough to see the dark staining that flowed down Jeans shirt and the flash of silver that had pierced his body. 'Damn' Was all that she could think as she realised their informant had just been essentially taken out from under them. There was not only the fact that they had to hurry if they wanted to get any information of him to consider either, the fact that he was an old friend of Artorius's was also ringing loud and true. There was about to be a moment, a moment during which two old friends had to say good bye to one another, and they were never fun to be involved in or to witness. Knowing what would happen the moment her companion reached his dying friend Artesia slowed her pace slightly and kept a close eye on the figures that disappeared into the darkness. She tried to see as much of their clothing as she could or at least any notable features they might have had, sadly though they were all smart enough to wear a dark and generic looking cloak. For a while Artesia kept her pace slow and only approached the two men one step at a time but as she noticed Jean's body lose that last spark of life the woman gave a silent prayer and walked to Artorius's side. She'd been close enough to hear of the cathedral that he had spoken of and so seeking a way to keep things moving without being rude or inconsiderate she spoke up on topic. "Pretty sure there is only one cathedral in this whole sector and it isn't exactly hard to find, as I'm sure you already know." As she spoke Artesia's gaze travelled to the skyline where in the very distance the top of the cathedral could be seen. Seeing as how Artorius had been in the sector far longer than she had she had no doubt he knew of it and likely faster ways to get there than she did, but it was something to say and a way to raise conversation at an awkward time none the less. It was as she stood there with the chilly night air blowing against her exposed mid section that Artesia suddenly remember the coat that she'd left back at the tavern, 'Damn..." She inaudibly whispered to herself. That coat had been custom made for her and the tailor had been pissy the last time she'd had to ask for another one, but honestly it wasn't her fault she was always getting into situations like these ones where a coat was the last thing on your mind! Ugh, oh well she was sure she'd find a way to smooth it over with the man. Maybe she'd get him some of those chocolates he liked or something, or maybe she'd just have to persuade him to forget how much of a hassle it was to make one from scratch for her. It wasn't like he didn't enjoy getting to take new measurements every time, little pervert, but whatever it wasn't much to let him do considering she got them for a discount. |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Dec 22 2013, 09:56 AM Post #29 |
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Stay the course.
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There was a whole lot for Artorius to think over right now. His old friend, one who was forced to betray him, had been killed right before his very eyes. It was unfortunate, tragic even, that someone would do this just to get to Artorius. Of course, Artesia was also heavily involved in this, but things had only become much more personal with Jean's death. Typically, Artorius possibly would have been the sort to avoid this sort of thing, but the moment Jean was involved, Artorius knew that Jean wasn't doing this entirely out of his own will. To find that he was used like a pawn just to hurt Artorius was a brutal realization, one that Artorius took in with a tight-lipped stoic expression on his face. He could sob and sniffle about it, but quite simply there was no time for such a luxury. Artorius would mourn for his friend by seeing this to the end, but he was doing this mostly for himself, and not for Jean, or at least that is what Artorius was telling himself right now. Still, they couldn't sit around right now. With Jean's dying breath he had given them a place to go, a person to see who could explain everything to them. The old abandoned cathedral on the east end of Dandelion Sector was their next goal. As a child, Artorius used to play around in that place, get in fights and scuffles with other brats like him, even Jean too. That place was always eerie, as if being there made him feel like he was being watched. Artorius always expected something unusual to be there, and it looks like he was right. "We're leaving him. I'll have someone take care of him later. Right now, we have a place we need to be, Artesia," Artorius turned to face her as he wiped his hands clean of Jean's blood. Putting his hood on, Artorius turned towards the skyline where he could see the top of the cathedral's spire standing out amongst the other buildings. "I just hope Jean didn't die for nothing." There was a terrible pang of guilt welling up inside Artorius' chest, as if he felt partly responsible for Jean's death. But, he wouldn't let it get the better of him. Right now, the pair of thieves were in a dangerous situation. They had to know more. Edited by Mazohyst, Dec 22 2013, 09:58 AM.
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| Lightning | Dec 22 2013, 10:25 AM Post #30 |
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Thinking back on the incident in which she'd found her father dying and the whirlwind of emotions that she'd felt upon the sight of such a thing Artesia couldn't help but feel a knot form in both her stomach and her heart. While Jean wasn't as important to Artorius as her father had been to her and the pain wasn't quite the same she could at least understand how it felt to lose someone, it wasn't like she hadn't lost friends in her line of work either. What she could only imagine though was the guilt that he must have been feeling for the fact that his friend had essentially been mixed up in the whole thing because someone had been out to get him, then again, they had also been out to get her. That was how this whole thing had started, she and Artorius had been set up to try and take each other out by those pulling Jean's puppet strings, too bad for him that they were too smart to fall for it. Now that she had a moment and she thought back on the fast paced and action intensive last few hours Artesia couldn't help but realise just how crazy things had been. She sure hadn't been expecting things to take the turn they had the moment she stepped into the chilly night air to hunt down her target, she wasn't complaining as to who she was working with though. If she had to be thrown into the situation with anyone she was pretty glad it Artorius, he was a cool guy and one with skills to boot. Oh did I mention that she thought he was H.O.T? Pretty sure I did but it doesn't hurt to mention it again for good measure now does it. Artorius made a comment as he looked to the sky, one that she could recall thinking to herself on numerous occasions in her own life. It was normal to wish that someone died for a worthy cause, it made it just that little bit easier to digest. "Only you can make sure that didn't happen." If he wanted to make sure that his old friend hadn't died for nothing then he would have to be the one to make sure that it wasn't the case and with nothing more than those words she tried her best to get that point across. With Jean's rapidly cooling body laying on the cold, hard rooftop behind them Artesia and Artorius glanced out to the horizon where they could see the cathedral's peak , it was a rather stoic and silent moment but it wasn't to last for long. As they did so a breeze blew through the streets carrying with it the lengths of Artesia's long hair and as it waved about gently a piece of it brushed across her face tickling her nose, "Achoo!" The sneeze that the woman made was rather cute given her otherwise hot tempered and fiery persona, something that would seem out of place and for many would cause them to turn to her and chuckle in amusement. Just in case Artorius was such a man she spoke out in a monotone voice in order to prevent him from making her have to hurt him, "Not a word." [Thread End] |
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