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| [Graded]A Chick Chick Here and a Chick Chick There; Closed RP, Cynthia, Tveda, Yuurei | |
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| 司 Mango | May 27 2015, 05:11 AM Post #11 |
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Oh, dear. What was going on? The scene was progressing with dizzying quickness, at least to little Cynthia, who found it terribly confusing to keep up with the events currently transpiring around her. Something about the scene just felt strangely calm to her; perhaps it was the odd little fluidity and grace that the two mages dealt with the threat (not to Cynthia, of course; she was hardly aware enough of the situation to identify anyone as a threat at the time). The child did not so much as blink as the fight broke out, and then ended as quickly as it had begun. Cynthia's head popped out from in between the taller girl's ankles, a curious expression on her face as she surveyed the scene. "Huh? Where'd Bert and Ernie go?" The crimson-eyed girl was seemingly referring to the tall and stocky men that the older mages had taken care of shortly beforehand; at least, this is what one might have assumed, as she gave no hints as to whom she was referring to. The little girl's arms went around Tveda's ankles and held Bugsy in front of her own face. "Bugsy, whaddya think happened to them, hm?" Unsurprisingly, there was no audible response from the mangled old doll. That didn't stop Cynthia from responding as if he had indeed spoken. "Huuuh? Naaaah, they wouldn't. Maybe they're visiting Betsy for some tea and crumpets." This was obviously not the case, as the aforementioned two were currently splayed on the ground in front of Yuurei, but the child either did not know or didn't care. It was impossible to tell which. There were, of course, yet more thugs littering the alleyway, eyeing the group with a mixture of caution, trepidation, anger, and...they had a particular look in their eyes. One that meant something was about to happen. And when that aforementioned something did happen, none of the three (Cynthia honestly didn't seem to be fully anchored to the moment to begin with, but we'll count her in for the sake of counting her in) expected it. From behind the two girls came yet another pair of men, moving with intent in their eyes. They wouldn't give this up so easily. Before any of the three (see previous parenthesis) could react, the two thugs darted forward from behind; one of them planting a foot in the back of the older girl's spine, pushing her forward and away from Cynthia, and another roughly grabbing the younger girl by her gown and pulling her back, away from the protection of the older ones. Even quicker, the second man put an arm around the cyan-eyed female's neck, locking her in a stranglehold. In an instant, two blades were out, one held in front of Tveda and another pressed against Cynthia's throat. "Listen up, boy!" One of the men in front of Yuurei yelled, the group beginning to approach him slowly. "You make one move, the tall girl dies. Make another, and the little one..." The thug pressed his own thumb against his neck and ran it across with a grin on his face, the age-old symbol of slitting one's throat. Cynthia's reaction to this? Almost none. The white-haired child seemed almost as if she was having fun being held like this. The child looked down at the knife (as much as her neck allowed), observing it with apparent interest, even giving the flat end of the blade facing her a little curious lick. "Blegh. Salty. Tastes like Victoria's eggs." She noted with almost trivial disgust, completely unfazed by (or simply unaware of) her situation. ((Note: Go ahead and have a little Mexican standoff for a while, if you don't mind. I'd like Big Bugsy to deal with the two rude fellows.)) |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Nov 23 2015, 10:06 PM Post #12 |
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Honesty without tact is cruelty.
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