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| The Adventure of the Blue Chrysoara; And Pink Scarlett | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 9 2018, 12:30 PM (1,398 Views) | |
| ♦ Gigasheep | May 15 2018, 05:00 AM Post #61 |
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It seemed Chrys was in a lot of pain, shown by the fact that he had a serious look of 'Ouch' on his face, and the fact he was now guzzling alcohol like he was addicted or something. He... Wasn't an alcoholic right? That could end badly, and she didn't feel like explaining to her superiors about how she's a chronic enabler. She watched with interest as he stood up and wandered about aimlessly for a bit under the pretence of tying the man up. After a weird amount of time looking around, eventually he found himself a rope and wandered over to the unconscious priest, tying it around his torso with a dangerously content look on his face. She looked over at the barrel with still more drink in. On one hand, they had a mission to complete and he was meant to be meeting with that bald lady from earlier soon. On the other hand, she could go in his place if needs be, or she could go with him and observe a drunken fishman flirt with some random priest. "Hey Chrys, I've got some more alcohol over here. It'll really help take the edge off of the pain, and by the looks you won't run out any time soon" She was fairly sure he was too much of a lightweight to be an addict, so she was comfortable putting him on a metaphorical drip just to observe what happened. She had a feeling this would be one of her pranks which went a little too far, but she was willing to accept the consequences if she could watch someone like Chrys doing something stupid. She wandered over to the barrel and fished around till she found something that seemed fairly potent, and then offered it to her fellow marine. She made sure to add a certain... Accent to her words. And not just her normal one, though she was making sure to emphasise that a little too. No, she was adding a layer flirtatiousness to it, hoping that'd convince him. Still, if he said no she couldn't and wouldn't force him. "I'll let you sort out your pain medicine whilst I do the ropes, okay?" She smiled at him and allowed him to take the bottle if he wished. Whether he did or not, she wandered over to the priest, noticing the chains had in fact loosened. Interesting... She grabbed hold of the rope which had just been tied round the man and began looping it around, trying up his hands, legs and torso. It wouldn't be entirely comfortable, but it would be enough to prevent movement and she could always loosen it once he woke and started talking. Curiously, she wondered if this Decca Pelson chick would be up for helping in their questioning... She'd see. |
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| ♣ Alistor | May 15 2018, 11:17 AM Post #62 |
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Chrysoara sat down next to the priest. That didn’t go so well. He couldn’t explain why but he wanted more alcohol. This feeling…it was like he was bubbly all around. It was surprisingly nice. He liked it. “More? Okay.” Chrys said, noting a hint of something in her voice. Chrys couldn’t be sure – not just because he was drunk, either – but he thought she was flirting with him. Why would she be flirting while telling him to drink? Was his commander trying to get him drunk? “okay…you do the ropes.”Chrys said as he grabbed the bottle and began to drink. He didn’t guzzle this time. He went slower, but still drank it faster than he should have. This time there was less of the burning sensation that he had felt the last time he had drunk all the alcohol. Shit. Why was he drinking alcohol? He had to meet…whatever her name was soon about…something. What was that again? Chrysoara stood up on wobbly legs. “Com-commander, how long until we have to meet….what’s her name?” Chrys looked down at himself. Bloodstained and sweat drenched gi aside, Chrys looked a mess. His tentacle hair didn’t react to the sweat and excitement the same way that Commander Scarlett’s did. Instead, his hair was much more slick than usual due to the high amount of sweat on him. His face was flushed due to the alcohol and exertion of the day – though Chrysoara couldn’t see that. He had to remove his shoes when he put on the armor – as they weren’t designed to go in the armor – so he was currently barefoot. How was Chrys going to manage to get Decca (that was her name, right?) to give them information when he looked like a homeless martial artist?! Even worse… “Commander Scarlett….this isn’t a date. Right? I’ve never been on a date. What do I do?” Chrysoara asked, anxiety tinging his voice. He took another swig of alcohol. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | May 15 2018, 03:56 PM Post #63 |
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A small part of Scarlett was starting to feel a little bad about encouraging the drinking, but... She wasn't about to give up now, and it was much worse what she'd done in the Cactithedral. If anything, she was doing good by helping with her limited knowledge of medical- Ok, she would admit to herself, she was only encouraging it now because it would be funny to see. She watched now as Chrys began drinking again, maybe not with as much vigour as before, but still certainly filling his body with semi-dangerous chemicals. Maybe it was semi-dangerous for her? She decided to ignore that possibility. "Uh, I'm sure we've got ages" She replied, not particularly hiding her lies all that well. Decca Pelson had said a few hours. Currently not even one had passed, so perhaps another two and half they had, maybe only one if they weren't so lucky. That was by all means, not ages. It wouldn't be enough for the alcohol to run off most likely, although its effects could reduce. She'd... She'd figure it out. She wasn't a straight up liar, but she was fairly good at a bit of deception when needs be, especially when it came to pranks and the sort. Taking the time to properly inspect the dishevelled man, she couldn't help but feel that without a newfound alcohol dependency he might actually be fairly... Attractive wasn't the word. Handsome? She'd seen him before... She imagined the fishwomen might find him attractive, though she'd personally never found the appeal of 'tentacles'. Still, beneath those he certainly wasn't gross or anything. "A date? N-... Now I think about it..." She quickly caught herself from explaining the truth. If she could convince a drunk towering fishman that he was going on a date with a fairly small bald priest with bounds of energy... Well, it'd be the most impressive prank she'd pulled so far. And when he woke up, wherever that'd end up being, he'd probably not remember enough to feel guilt. She'd take all the guilt! Wait, that wasn't good... She shrugged. Liquid confidence was a powerful piece of equipment, it'd work itself out. Choosing her words carefully, she spoke again. "Chrys, Chrys. You call yourself a people person, but you couldn't tell how flirty she was? Trust me, those were like, classic signs of her being interested. A big strong marine like you? She'd probably never seen anyone like you before! Have you perhaps got a suit or anything? Or even just fairly smart, normal clothes?" She decided that he probably wasn't drunk enough yet to simply tell him to do things without question, so baffling him with words seemed the smartest option. She was genuinely curious about the suit though, she was intrigued what he'd look like. Not in an 'interest' kind of way, but more of a general interest. Had she accidentally had alcohol, or was it a little hot in here or something? |
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| ♣ Alistor | May 16 2018, 10:31 AM Post #64 |
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“Ages. Right, right” Chrysoara murmured as he took another swig of alcohol. He was terrified of this being a date. Commander Scarlett had only been joking before, right? Then, he heard her finish talking about it. She did think it was a date. Flirty? She was just relaying a message so that they could do their job later, wasn’t she? This had to be strictly professional – only, what if it wasn’t? What if this woman really did want to date him? The idea was intriguing but what little he could remember of her did not excite him. She wasn’t ugly; Chrysoara just felt nothing for her. “A suit? No...err...yes. Maybe. Change of clothes in closet.” Chrysoara said, gesturing with the gradually draining bottle. He had taken multiple swigs and was already halfway through the current bottle. He was beginning to like the taste of the liquid. Even the burning sensation as it slid down his throat was beginning to feel pleasant. Though, the slight dizziness he felt really wasn’t a fun thing to experience. He just would make sure he did everything in his power not to move. Moving wouldn’t be fun right now. Chrysoara wouldn’t get up to get the clothes. Instead of a true suit, the closet near his fishtank would have a formal marine uniform in it. It wasn’t the traditional sailors uniform that most people thought of. Rather, it was a navy-blue suit jacket with matching pants. The pants had a white stripe going down the sides of them. The shirt was what, with a navy-blue tie. The jacket had the marines insignia above where a human’s heart would be. Chrysoara’s would be there, too, but surely some creatures had hearts in different locations. Chrysoara shook his head to break out of his daydreaming. Then, he put his hand to his head and groaned. That was a bad idea. Then, he began to look around in case Commander Scarlett had gone off to get the suit for him. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | May 16 2018, 11:08 AM Post #65 |
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Chrys seemed to be focusing on something, or at least trying to figure something out. Whatever it was, he seemed a little bit too drunk to be able to quite put his finger on it. She wondered what might be going through that man's head, because she really didn't have a clue currently and wouldn't know where to start with the guesswork. Eventually the man pointed towards a closet which apparently might contain a suit, which certainly got Scarlett to her feet eagerly. "Got it, you stay right here, and I'll fish- Uh, I'll grab it for you" Wandering over to the closet she flung the doors open and took a look inside, very disappointed by what she found. Of course, of course Chrys had marine formal wear. Heck, she didn't even know this sort of thing existed, and if it did it had probably gone out of fashion years ago. She sighed, at least it'd look nice, despite a little old in taste. At no point did the possibility that this was going too far crossed her mind. He was way too formal, he needed to loossen up a little bit. Who cared what their superiors said about him? And would they even know? The answer was very clearly a no in her books. She scanned the clothing for another few moments before wandering back over to the barely conscious marine. "Well, you've got clothes for your date! May I suggest you maybe freshen up a little before putting it on though? It'll help clear your head too" He looked troubled, she imagined it was the alcohol. A little fresh air and some water would help fix that, though he'd probably remain fairly intoxicated. She might have just put a fresh fix on his wound but she could just make another if needs be, though some solid medical treatment would be preferred. Perhaps this Decca lady would have some knowledge in medicine. She could dream. Leaning over nearby to Chrys she only then realised how sluggish and awkward his movements were. Heck, he really was a lightweight. He'd made most his way through this bottle, and she didn't feel confident enough to pry it away from him, but she supposed she could simply deny him any more drink for now. Any more and he'd be flat out unconscious after all, and they already had one K.O'd questionably dressed guy. |
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| ♣ Alistor | May 16 2018, 08:20 PM Post #66 |
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“Freshen up?” Chrysoar asked as he finished the bottle off. The fishman covered his mouth as a small burp escaped his mouth. “I’m sorry, Commander. I didn’t….mean to…burp.” Chrysoara managed to spit the words out, though his head felt as if it was in a dense fog. He set the empty bottle down and looked at it. The label clearly said the words Moonshine. 180 Proof. Chrysoara nearly yelped. He should have looked at the label before he began to drink the stuff. True, it was perfectly fine to drink, but this was extremely potent alcohol. Chrysoara normally marketed anything about 150 proof as strong alcohol whenever he would sell it with his parents. He had only seen 180 proof alcohol a few times. “Okay. “ Chrysoara said suddenly as he pushed himself to his feet. The world lurched and spun, causing Chrysoara to place his hands on his head. “Whoah. Okay. I’ll be back.” Chrysoara began to walk unsteadily towards his room and grabbed the suit from Commander Scarlett as he did so. He hadn’t had time to install a proper shower, but he had a small shower connected to his room.It would allow him to open a hatch and permit water to come from his room into the shower. Then, he could turn it off. It turned into a strange standup shower system – which wasn’t exactly the greatest. It also wasn’t good if he had any company over since the small chamber was quite in the open, but - luckily – Chrys had never had company over. Sadly, Chrysoara had forgotten that his commander was on the ship with him by the time he made it halfway to the shower. When Chrysoara made it to the shower, he somehow managed to hang the suit up on a hook near the shower door. Then, he promptly began to undress. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | May 17 2018, 04:27 AM Post #67 |
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Scarlett continued to watch with interest as the completely smashed Fishman bumbled on about something difficult to actually translate, and then proceeded to burp. She turned her nose up a little bit, but didn't say anything. Drunk people were gross, but they were ever so entertaining at the same time. Watching him sway and tip as he attempted to stand, it brought a smile to her lips. He then stumbled past her with his 'suit' and headed for the shower to clean up. She was curious why he didn't decide to simply go and take a swim in the ocean outside, but it wasn't exactly a problem. Or at least, so she had thought. She watched the man hang his clothing up and only realised what was happening when it was a little too late. "Ahh, merde I didn't need to see that." She spoke mostly to herself, though her initial surprise wasn't exactly quiet. With a grumpy expression she turned herself around, her face bright red. She really hadn't needed to see that, but she supposed she had gotten what she'd deserved, a sort of karma for her getting him drunk in the first place. She sighed heavily as she tried to regain her composure, eventually deciding that perhaps some fresh air would be good for her. Wandering over to the entrance, she quietly opened and shut the door. Once outside she suddenly felt a lot better, as if the strong smell of alcohol in the room had actually been intoxicating her too. She took a nice deep breath as she looked up at the sky, the sun shining powerfully above and the weather nice and warm. She wondered what this Decca lady would say to them... They kind of needed information from the unconscious priest before they headed off. "Not quite what I expected from today" She mused to herself, before eventually turning back towards the ship. The reflective panels were fairly well kept, allowing her to see a mildly distorted reflection of herself. Her cheeks were still fairly red, but nowhere near as much before. Idly she began to play with her hair, running her fingers through the curls and correcting any completely out of place areas. A few strands of hair had clung to her forehead thanks to the thin layer of sweat from the days exertion, which she quickly corrected and even made an effort to freshen herself up by using the sea water by the docks. It wasn't perfect but splashing her face with the cool water did help clear her mind of many of the events. She wasn't sure what had scared her more, the priest with the syringe, or Chrys with... Yeah, it was certainly him. |
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| ♣ Alistor | May 17 2018, 07:20 PM Post #68 |
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Chrysoara stepped into the shower chamber and shut the door. The large fishman reached up and pulled a small glass panel down. Water began to pour in from his fishtank room. The extremely drunk fish waited as the standup tub began to fill with water. Once the water was over his head, Chrysoara closed the panel. Despite being drunk, it was a relatively simple bath despite the drunkenness. In fact, the cool water washing over Chrysoara seemed to supply him with a sense of clarity. Well, maybe not clarity but… less fogginess. The drunken fish turned around as he began to apply soap to his body. A man on a couch sat there, staring at Chrysoara’s naked body. His eyes were wide open – though he couldn’t run anywhere due to his bindings. Chrysoara’s eyes widened as the man began to stutter. The naked and drunk Fishman couldn’t hear what their captive was saying, so he quickly opened the shower/tub door. Water splashed down, revealing the fishman in his full nude glory. Cheeks turning red, Chrysoara grabbed the towel that he kept near the hygiene station at all times and quickly covered up. The man averted his eyes while Chrysoara dressed – though even in his current state Chrysoara could tell the man was trying to escape. This was evidenced by how he rolled off the couch with a medium sized thud and was currently worming towards a door on the ship. Of course, the priest wouldn’t know which way the exit was – so Chrysoara wasn’t too worried. Of course, he would probably normally be worried and not bother to put his clothes on immediately. This was an important lead, after-all. Perhaps it was the alcohol that caused Chrysoara to finish drying off and get dressed in the suit before rushing over to the priest – and only tripping four times in the process! As he reached the priest, Chrysoara thought about what he could do. Well, the easiest thing to do seemed to be to hold him still until someone a little less drunk arrived. So, Chrysoara sat on the man’s back as he lay in the middle of the floor. “Commander!” Chrysoara yelled – managing not[/i[ to slur his speech. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | May 18 2018, 12:33 PM Post #69 |
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Scarlett's freshening up was interrupted by Chrys, who was shouting with a tone of... Desperation? She was concerned by that for a number of reasons, but nevertheless she wandered up to the ship once again. Despite having a damp face it was quickly drying thanks to the sun, and so it was hardly noticeable by the time she swung the door open. What came into view wasn't quite what she'd expected. Today was... A weird day. Yesterday she wouldn't have believed it if someone told her that she'd walk in to find a drunk Fishman in a suit (possibly on backwards?) sat on top of a bald priest that had tried to inject her with tranquilizer earlier in the day. "Oh, he's awake" She spoke bluntly. As it was right now, she wasn't too certain Chrys was capable of being the stern one here, so she supposed she'd give it a shot. Wandering over to the squished priest she crouched in front of him, scowling at the man for a while but not saying anything. Now she thought about it, the huge fishman who he'd never seen before would be scarier than the pink haired girl that had screamed when he spoke to her. It was just the way things went though, and he would probably still be a little groggy. "Here's how this is going to go. You're going to explain why you attempted to assault a marine commander, and then you're going to... Ah y'know what, that doesn't feel natural" She stood up, her hand by her mouth as she considered the possibilities here. Trying to act big and mean wasn't her style, but getting information out of this guy would be a challenge... Maybe she could scare him a little bit, with her actions instead of words. Wandering back over to the man, she imitated a gun with her fingers and pointed it at his head. No, that still didn't seem quite right. After a while of considering her options she made a hand signal to Chrys. "Sit him back where he was before if you would Chrys. And you... I'm still expecting an answer" |
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| ♣ Alistor | May 18 2018, 04:58 PM Post #70 |
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Chrys sat on the priest - who rudely grunted underneath the large fishman’s weight – as he waited for Scarlett to arrive. Chrys couldn’t really remember why they had captured this guy. Something about trying to attack the Commander? That seemed like a strange thing for a priest to do. Weren’t they just a religious organization. Ow. Too much thinking. Then, his beautiful pink haired Commander walked in the door – causing Chrysoara to look down to make sure he was wearing the suit that she had sent him off to put on. It would be quite embarrassing if he wasn’t wearing it. That’s right around the moment when Chrysoara realized he had his pants on backwards. No wonder it was so damn hard to move. That had to be the reason he tripped four times when rushing over to the priest. Nothing else could have possibly caused such a disturbance. Nothing else at all. Then, Chrysoara saw something else that he found quite attractive as his Commander began to play the role of the stern interrogator. Well, it would have been attractive if she had been any good at it. That, and if the room wasn’t spinning slightly. That killed any and all functions of the libido. “Yes’m.” Chrysoara said, blending the words yes and ma’am into one as he stumbled off the as of yet silent priest and picked him up. Chrysoara felt the world shift as he made his way over to the couch and dropped the priest onto it with a loud “oof”. Then, Chrysoara flopped down next to him on the couch as if they were about to watch television. “I’m not going to answer you.” The priest said confidently. Chrysoara narrowed his eyes at the man. What was he on about? Even a drunkard could tell the situation they were in. “I think you have to.” Chrysoara said slowly. “She didn’t really give you a choice.” “I don’t think you marines understand the situation.” The priest said, a small smile on his lips. “You have kidnapped a high-ranking priest. You can’t do anything to me without looking like the bad guys here. I don ‘t know where we are, but they’ll find me.” Edited by Alistor, May 18 2018, 04:59 PM.
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| ♦ Gigasheep | May 18 2018, 06:38 PM Post #71 |
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Scarlett felt a weird mix of uncomfortable and flattered by the staring she was receiving. She wasn't sure if the drooling made it worse or better though, though that could have just been the water from the shower or her imagination, she wasn't willing to pay that close attention. If she began to look back at Chrys she wasn't sure if he'd take that as a sign of her being into that, and she had to admit, large blue men sitting on small priests seemed like the weirdest of things to be into, and so she certainly wasn't. Eventually he rose to his feet and dumped the priest down onto the sofa, and then decided to sit down next to him. It wouldn't have surprised her if he'd have rested his head on the priests shoulder right about now. "Maybe I don't. But I don't think you understand the situation either. You really think we could make it out of your Cactithedral without being spotted? You're not exactly subtle when slung over my shoulder. They let me walk straight out of there with you. Not only that, but now I know where your secret little base is, so unless you want me telling them all about that too you better start talking. That is, unless I haven't already told them" She grinned at him. The fact he'd been unconscious for so long meant that he had literally no clue what had happened. All he knew was that his personal space was not going to be respected over the next hour or so, or... Scarlett assumed he'd realise that. She glanced over at Chrys, feeling a little bad for what she'd brought upon him. The suit, surprisingly, did look fairly good on him though. Maybe she'd even tell him that once he was sober enough to remember she'd said it. Or, maybe it was better to do so now so that he didn't. Either way, his memory was going to be almost as bad as the priest's who sat next to him. "You also clearly haven't looked at who is sat next to you. That right there, is an impressive man, one who could squash you like a bug if you don't start talking. And I mean... What if I pointed my gun at you again? Last time you tried to run away, this time I somehow doubt you'll be able to. So... Let's try this again, why did you try to attack me?" Scarlett glared down the man. Now that she knew he couldn't attack her, she felt a little more confident. The whole bad-cop role wasn't her sort of thing, but there was a certain level of enjoyment she could get from making this guy scared. It was like a really mean prank she supposed, and with that sort of mindset she imagined she'd be capable of taking things a lot further if needs be. She knew when things needed to be done, and this felt like one of those times. Impatiently she tapped the fingers of her right hand against her leg, whilst her left hand's thumb slowly ran up and down the butt of her pistol which remained holstered at her hip. If this priest called her bluffs then she'd have nothing really on him unless Chrys had an idea, but after sending all that information his way it seemed plausible he'd buckle. Or was he really that devoted to his cause? |
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| ♣ Alistor | May 18 2018, 08:46 PM Post #72 |
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The Commander began her interrogation. Chrysoara had trouble focusing on what she was saying, though. Something about having been seen? Well, that wasn’t exactly a lie – though it wasn’t honest, either. Chrysoara would normally like to take care of talking to people himself. Well, that wasn’t entirely true either. He had done it once and convinced a pirate that he was a mole working for her boss. It was rather entertaining and effective, so Chrysoara felt he had some skills in the area. He had never tried to play hardball like his commander seemed to be doing. He was letting Scarlett handle the talking and – admittedly, getting a little distracted by her. He tried not to, but the reasons why he shouldn’t look at her seemed so hard to pull up at the moment. “Huh?” Chrysoara said as he thought he heard something regarding him. He shook his head and grunted through the pain of the shaking. Was there another bottle somewhere? He felt like continuing to drink might be a good thing. It made him float a little bit on the inside. Whatever that meant. Unbeknownst to Chrysoara, he was being stared at by the priest as he grunted and was overall completely out of it. “Is he okay?” The priest asked as he gestured by moving his head towards him. “I mean, I get that he is big and a fishman – which is scary, but he definitely looks like he is in no position to squash anybody.” “Hey! Bugs are our friends, too!” Chrysoara blurted out, not entirely sure what the conversation was about. Why would they want to squash bugs? Whatever. He wouldn’t do it. Well, would he? That would be quite a conundrum. What if his This would be where he made his stand. “I won’t do it, Commander! I won’t kill any bugs!” Chrysoara yelled out, standing up quickly – which turned out to be quite possibly the worst mistake of the evening. He promptly turned around and thrust his head over the couch and out of view. Then, his body made a retching noise that the Fishman would be very ashamed of in the morning – if he remembered. “You put on an impressive front, Commander Scarlett; however, Ensign Chrysoara seems to have ruined it for you. Yes, I know who you both are. The New Age Priests have an extensive spy network. I don’t think I will be telling you anything. Besides, I’m a high-ranking priest in the orthodox fashion but I am quite low ranking in the True Order. Do you think they sent someone who could betray their goals in any meaningful way?” |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | May 19 2018, 06:44 AM Post #73 |
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Scarlett watched with interest as the rest of this unfolded. Chrys seemed to have... Gone off on a little tangent, something about bugs, she couldn't quite tell why though. Well, at least he had a strong sense of bug-rights about him, as he refused to harm any of them. She supposed that was a good way to be, but it also had very little to do with this oper- Oh he was puking. She wandered over to him and gently patted him on the back, hoping that it would help soothe him just a little bit. Puking was a horrible feeling, and even if he wouldn't remember much of it in the morning, he could feel it right now. That and she didn't feel like cleaning it up. As she tried to comfort the man, the priest continued his talk about his group. After that whole little rant about being superior or whatever was over, Scarlett stood back up fully and stood by the feet of the priest, considering what he'd said. This guy had proven himself stubborn but also completely moronic multiple times now. But he'd given away their group name, 'The New Age Priests', which... Was yet again a disappointment. She was hoping for something subtle but cool, not some edgy religious rock band. Judging by him claiming himself to be fairly low down, that'd make him... The triangle player? She scoffed a little bit, wondering whether or not to let him know how dumb he was, or to simply play along with it. She eventually concluded what she needed to do. "So not only were you sent after me knowing who I was, but you managed to let the whole team down. Nice, good show. Oh, and your group name sucks. Speaking of... All that metal and tech I saw down there, I suppose that had something to do with this 'New Age'. Seeing as you're being so uncooperative, then new age this!" And with that she slammed the heel of her walking boots into his crotch, mercilessly at that. She'd managed to wind multiple times by not quite getting the recoil right on her rifle, she imagined it would feel similar to that for this guy. Technically he'd been helpful in his own dumb way, but if he was going to rebel against her word then she'd get him to talk. She wasn't going to torture him, but he was being a dick and so she kicked him, well... There. Steadying herself by placing her foot back on the ground, wondering what to ask next. She basically knew what she needed to right now, apart from maybe one thing. "Right, so the next question, nice and simple. What do you guys strive for? You're clearly hiding for a reason, I want to know why. If you were just some friendly priests with a love for technology then I doubt there'd be much of an issue. But... There's more to it than that, mind explaining?" |
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| ♣ Alistor | May 20 2018, 07:37 AM Post #74 |
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Chrysoara felt a hand pat his back as he hurled. It didn’t take long until he was finished and - presumably - his commander turned her attention back to the priest that she was interrogating. While she dealt with him, Chrysoara wiped his mouth and straightened back up - heedless of the small stain now present on the sleeve of his suit jacket. Chrysoara felt slightly better after hurling up his food. Speaking of food, he hadn’t eaten in sometime. That probably didn’t help him stay sober while drinking. Wasn’t drinking on an empty stomach supposed to be bad? Something about getting drunk faster and having a higher chance of vom…:oh. Right. At that moment, Chrysoara looked over just in time to see his commander mercilessly stomp on the man’s crotch. Chrys couldn’t help but echo the shout of pain that escaped the priest’s lips as he fell over - thankfully on the side of the couch away from where Chrysoars was now standing. After a moment, his commander asked about the group’s goals. Now that his head was swimming slightly less, Chrysoara was able to focus a little better. It seemed they had gained some good information from this priest. Namely, he wasn’t working alone. Why would they attempt to kidnap Commander Scarlett, though? Chrysoara could think of a multitude of reasons. First, they didn’t want a marine infiltrating their order. Second, this group - whoever they were - were behind the disappearances that they were investigating. Third, if they weren’t behind the disappearances then they were involved in some other activity that would cause the marines to focus on them. None of the three proved to be good signs, as it meant there was now a secret order of priests that they must investigate. If they weren’t related to the kidnappings, then this would be a waste of their time. The priest was continuing to howl in pain. It took a minute before he could compose himself enough to speak. When he did, the first words were complete gibberish. Chrysoara could only think that he was having trouble organizing his thoughts after the extreme pain coursed through his body. “Alright, alright. I can’t tell you much but I can say that advancement requires sacrifice. If I say any more, then they’ll kill me.” |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | May 20 2018, 10:35 AM Post #75 |
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Scarlett watched as the priest howled in pain and lent over, curling up in the fetal position. It wasn't that bad was it? She supposed this guy wasn't exactly equipped to face off against the marines to begin with, and chances were they weren't all that prepared for an attack so early on. Well, it wasn't an attack but that wasn't the point. This guy wasn't willing to tell them much, but he had accidentally given away a lot of information. She waited a while for him to recover, and eventually he sat back up and shakily attempted to speak, taking a few attempts to get it quite right. "And was I your sacrifice? Or is it personal sacrifice?" She spoke to him. It seemed they were just about getting somewhere now, even if he really wasn't willing to. She considered her options for a moment. On one hand, she could totally go all in on the fear factor, although she did have a conscience and she wasn't sure how far she could take it before she ended up breaking herself. On the other hand she could play mind games. If she really tried she might be able to figure a few things out simply by doing a little more observation and thinking. Reaching into a pocket she pulled out a notebook and started noting down any sort of information they'd learnt so far, and her various theories. She toyed with the idea of really bullying him now, but... Actually hell to it, they needed information. "You said that they'll kill you? You think that we won't or something?" To illustrate her point she unholstered her pistol and briefly aimed it at the man. She paused momentarily, before glancing over her shoulder and swinging her gun around, pulling the trigger as she did so. A loud bang and the sound of shattered glass later, and one of the alcohol bottles laid on the floor from earlier was now in pieces. She quickly re-holstered her gun and glared down the priest. That was about the best she could manage, she wasn't particularly the scary type after all. She needed more information than this to work with though. From here she could swap to the gentle pleading cop, but she'd hardly ever heard of that working. She looked at the man briefly, before finally asking in her most serious tone which she could manage: "Is your group behind the disappearances? Remember, if you comply here you're a lot less likely to be shot, or end up in Impel Down. I'm sure even you've heard of that place, right?" |
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