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| Phantom | Jul 21 2010, 11:41 AM Post #26 | |||
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"Look, as far as I know, there isn't any trap, or insidious plan, or anything... And even if there was, why would they up and buy our tickets here - with something as traceable as a credit card, to boot? That just doesn't make sense. It's weird, definitely, but I don't feel anything sinister about it myself." Lyrica wasn't sure if she was saying this to him or herself. Nevertheless, he just shrugged and kept looking around. Then he heard the woman calling them. He wondered if his illusion was actually working properly, noting that she didn't actually mention him, specifically. Of course, that wasn't a great indicator, and it probably wouldn't make a great deal of difference right now. He let it fade, still indecisive about the best course of action. He said, as carelessly as ever, "Well, no use waitin' about an' guessin'. Might as well go on, eh?" |
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| Pwny Express | Jul 21 2010, 09:28 PM Post #27 | |||
Sorry about the meeting... We'll reschedule it
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This whole mission was quickly becoming a headache ball on a chain, swinging just a bit too close to her face for comfort. "Yeah... I guess... Just hope he gets back before they notice he's missing or anything." The secretary gave them directions to a conference room 142- which incidentally lead them right by the bathroom that Falque had entered not long before. She only gave the two a passing glance, but an eyebrow piqued at seeing the leprechaun appear from seemingly out of the blue, muttering to herself that she must be seeing things. The hallway seemed to stretch on forever, but soon enough they would find the room they were looking for. The door handle turned easily enough, but once they entered, they would find that it was empty. "That's odd..." Cath mused out loud, looking around as she tried to figure out just what the devil was going on. Heightening her senses, Catherine took a look-see around, but didn't find anything suspicious or out of the ordinary. It was like the conference room back on the Campus, except slightly larger, and with a more business-like appeal to it; the seats were akin to computer chairs, with wheels and all, there was a projector screen at the far end that could cover most of the wall-to-wall window easily, and a box overhead which Cath assumed was a projector, since a lot of blue-white electricity hummed through it. At either end of the table were two larger chairs, presumably for the heads of the table, including where the CEO would be at one end. So instead of worrying, she sat down in the nearest normal-looking chair two seats from the door and waited. It wasn't long before the door opened, and in stepped a man dressed to impress, easily a few inches taller than Falque - if not more - as well as a few shirt-sizes larger; his clothing hiding a decent amount of muscle underneath that business suit, enough to indicate quite a few years of heavy lifting of some sort or another. His pale green eyes bright with confidence - despite having a rather deep gash over his left one - and his black hair had been cut down to a military-style buzz cut. Behind him, a woman who was seemingly a few years younger than the man and pleasant enough on the eyes followed as he held the door for her. She might've been just another secretary, but considering the courtesy given to her, perhaps she was something else entirely. Her brown hair was tied back, but it seemed like the bundle could easily touch her lower back if she let it out. For those that looked closer, they would notice that, at the tips as well as small areas around her neck, the brown faded to a light greyish-white, which might indicate that it was being dyed that way - or that she was hiding the onset of premature aging. As well, there was a strange, colorless aura about her that made Cath wary; the woman might have been an Evo, or maybe she wasn't, Cath couldn't tell at the moment. As the female took a seat next to her (which at the least made her uncomfortable), the man spoke, extending his hand across the table to Catherine. "Greetings to all of you. I'm glad to see all of you here safely... though it seems there is one missing. Oh well, no matter. In case you don't already know, my name is Dravel Synorskyv, but Dravel is fine. I know this could have just as easily been done over the phone, but I believe that speaking in person has a much better effect than over long distance. More personal, you know?" His ascent, although not an outright fake, seemed strained, forced, like he was trying to hide his real ascent, but it was hard to tell or not. Could have been that he simply had not grown up here, but didn't want that to be known. For Catherine, his voice sounded... oddly familiar, but only vaguely so. It could have just been her imagination playing with her head. "Now then, I'm sure you didn't come all this way here for chit-chat, so let's get right to the point, shall we? At least one of you has questions, do you not Ms. Haddras?" Catherine gulped; of course he knew her last name, but it still annoyed her that he used that one instead of her birth name. "Yes, there are several. First of all, why are you sponsoring me? The plane tickets, my room... all of it came from your company, did it not? I simply want to know why, is all. You... didn't have to do all this. Of course, you should know by now what my second question is going to be; how... how did you know I had applied? I thought that stuff was strictly confidential and all... And why did you send those tickets now? How did you even know I was looking for information?" Mr. Dravel lowered his eyes, a slight smile upon his face. He hardly seemed sinister, but moreso rather... amused. "Well, truthfully, you should thank my assistant here. She was the one that found your profile while we were sifting through possible candidates. But more on track - you were one of the first of a test group of students we selected for sponsorship, as part of our new program. Granted, we were going to tell you before, but as I'm sure you know, much has been happening since the Dawn, and either the packets were lost in the mail, or we simply didn't have time to inform everyone. I'm sorry if you feel... inconvenienced, but I've only had a short time to put everything together and a very small team to do it with, so I hope you can understand. "As for your second question, it really was rather much a coincidence. Don't believe me? Well, I don't doubt you question that. Really, it seems someone wished to undermine my efforts by rerouting the fliers, so I meant to take the next logical step in order to meet with you individually. But wouldn't you know it, my private jet seems to be in the shop at the moment, and my schedule became too busy to make time away from the office, so instead I decided to meet with you individually, here. Must have accidentally sent more tickets than I planned to, though, since you brought a few people along. That's fine, though; the more people that know about this, the more attention it'll receive without allowing the news networks to taint the real message we're trying to send." Those last lines had a hint of irritation as Catherine fell silent. Really, she was expecting to get gassed, or to hear an evil plan for world domination. But this... this was actually more than she could handle. Some CEO, way up at the top, deciding to help children that needed it... it was too good to be true. It had to be. Tears brimmed in her eyes, still trying to contemplate everything that was happening; Dravel took it for what it was, and instead turned his attention to the other(s), stating calmly "Now, if anyone else has any more questions, please ask, and I will try to answer to the best of my ability." He paused and allowed the others to state their questions. It was a simple, open, and honest invitation; no reaching under the desk, talking in hushed tones to a Bluetooth headset (although he had one); just a simple Q&A session. However, a loud vibrating noise could be in the room, and Mr. Dravel sighed, muttering things under his breath as he excused himself, stepping out into the hallway to take whatever call had come through. The lady, whom up to this point had remained silent, sighed as she watched him leave. Turning to the children, she pulled out a folder, laying it on the table as she opened it; several fliers laid inside. "These should help flesh out the main points of the sponsorship program. As well, if you have further questions about that, I'll try to answer them, as well as what we do here, though I'm sure you'll understand that questions about our company's interworkings are confidential." She gave them all a smile and a nod, awaiting anything they might wish to ask. Edited by Pwny Express, Jul 21 2010, 09:29 PM.
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| Falque | Jul 22 2010, 09:30 AM Post #28 | |||
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Opening the bathroom door led to an interesting surprise, as the other two timely passed him. Nonchalantly tagging behind them, the three were led down a rather long hallway before finally entering the conference room. Taking a seat beside Catherine, Falque observed two other fellows enter; one presumably the Man of Mystery, a rather imposing figure even to Falque, the other a fine young woman who sat on the other side of Catherine. Catherine seemed uneasy with her. Apparently, she seemed uneasy around any pretty woman. The man’s accent was glaringly faked. What accent he was trying to hide, however, was lost to Falque. Interestingly, he called Catherine by a different last name. While they didn’t know each other very well to start, it was still a point of interest for him. Falque listed quietly to his story: philanthropist, genuinely caring CEO helping kids with supernatural powers. From the corner of his eye, Falque caught a twitch in Catherine’s eyes as they held back a drop of tears. Well, in truth, Falque didn’t think the man was dishonest. There was, however, a red flag waving in Falque’s head. Something bothered him that he needed to ask. Before he could, Dravel rose to answer a call, and the woman opened up a pile of fliers for the three to look at. Falque picked one up and observed it. Without taking his eyes of the flier, he asked the woman, “Sponsorship is all well and good, but how did you come by with Catherine’s and whomever else’s personal information? Mr. Synorskyv didn’t exactly answer her question about how he came across confidential paperwork. Do you have some sort of deal with the school allowing this?” Falque didn’t think so. And that was the red flag: Falque suspected that their information didn’t come from any deal with the school, and by extension application papers. If that assumption was true, then there was the question of multiple sponsored students. Did some paper company in Iceland really have the time and money to dig dirt on dozens or hundreds of Evotelluric children? Or perhaps they did pull it from application papers, only less legitimately. On the weighing of evils, Falque hoped for the latter. |
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| Phantom | Jul 26 2010, 09:33 PM Post #29 | |||
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Lyrica followed along, lagging slightly behind, and remained... well, not cautious, but certainly watchful. His left hand seemed glued to his slingstones, his right wandering. He didn't know what to expect, but the last thing he needed was to be completely taken by surprise. Though he still wore an almost psychotic grin, given the situation. He remained standing near the wall, his hands still wandering around the "weapons" he kept. One had to wonder that he was putting such faith that a fancy slingshot could get him out of any trouble. He listened to the exchange, but said nothing. This seemed to be just a rather boring- pardon, harmless situation. However, something felt wrong. Maybe it was the man's voice, maybe it was the fact that he had no idea what this company did. It was very possible, in fact, rather probable that someone had mentioned it and he just hadn't paid attention, but it still made him a little... uneasy, for lack of a better word. Falque's question reinforced the feeling. He decided to look around the room for any sort of probability modifiers... but, unless they were actively using that sort of magic, the most it would tell him would be if someone just happened to carry a (working) good luck charm. Or if one of these two guys had the universe conspiring against them in some oddly specific way... it was random like that. |
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| Pwny Express | Aug 16 2010, 01:14 AM Post #30 | |||
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Sorry about the meeting... We'll reschedule it
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*gets dragged in, handed a pencil, and forced to write >.>* These kids... The as-of-yet unidentified secretary-acting female didn't allow her face to show it, but there was tension there. For Cath, she noticed a slight bit of power gathering for just a split second, but which quickly dispersed as she responded coolly, with only a slight, comfortable smile "Yes, we do, actually, though for the time being it is only on a small scale. With the way the economy has been and all, we think it only right to try to help those that should need it, and moving from there to more... at-risk students. If our current project spans out as - or hopefully, better than - predicted, then we have plans to move on from there to a larger, more public group. Truth be told, I wish there was a way to advertise right now, but there simply isn't; after all, if we did, then there would be more applications than slots to fill. Besides, it's fairly simple to lie on signed forms, no matter how secure they supposedly are." On a technical scale, it could have been - and in fact, was - a big fat lie, but one that would be very difficult to verify; after all, there were now a good many students going between the campuses, and getting anything out of any of them would prove difficulty. As well, trying to get the school staff to admit to such things would probably prove more difficult than one could imagine; between bureaucracy and simple politics, it would be harder to get anything from them than it would be from these people here. Add to that the possibility of confidentiality contracts, and it would make for one messy instance. It would seem that there were no straight answers to be had from these people, beyond what they had already given as their own facts. What could have been a smug look widened the woman's smile, a slight innocent tilt of the head confirming the appearance of an averagely-intelligent secretary. However, that look belied more than enough intelligence to use weasel words to their maximum extent. It was obvious that she knew how to mince words like a professional politician, saying so much without giving up a thing. If one could detect such things, there was a very faint glamor hanging in the air, a sweet scent that was tailor-made to ever so slightly nudge thoughts towards a more calm, pacified state, but where it was coming from would be difficult to tell unless he knew exactly what to look for. Beyond that, there wasn't much more to figure out. Mr. Dravel had yet to return, and in fact one would be hard-pressed to find him in the hallway. More than likely, he had returned to his office momentarily, and it was assumed he would return. So far, this meeting seemed less like something they needed to fly more than a thousand miles to get to, and more like something that could easily have been done over the phone. Catherine was hard-pressed for more questions, as well the others might be. It seemed there was another purpose for them having been brought this far... but what could that be? None of them could viably come out and say that they were lying - although it seemed obvious that they were, and doing so bold-faced at that - without coming across as rather much certifiable. So instead of questioning, Catherine tried to think of a different direction to take the conversation. The woman was obviously awaiting something... so she went with the simplest thing. "So.... what's your name?" "Tracy Alvetryyn - but please, just Ms. Alvetryyn, if you would." "Ahh... okay...." Well that didn't go very far. |
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| Falque | Aug 16 2010, 11:13 AM Post #31 | |||
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Falque really only had interest in her first sentence, the single point of contention between them. The rest was nothing any of them couldn’t assume. “How generous…” his tone verged on boredom. Spotting a water cooler, Falque decided to stretch his legs for a minute and refresh himself. Meanwhile, Catherine had tried to continue conversation, though mostly only getting her name. Falque poured some water into a paper cup, twirling it a bit in thought. He wanted to see what he could prod from Ms. Alvetryyn. “As Dravel said, you picked up her profile…” Falque carefully pulled his collar forward to allow the cup to fit in. After a first sip he continued, still standing and staring at the water cooler, “of all the candidates, why did you pick Catherine? Financial need, of course, but everyone has that. What stood hers out from the other profiles?” Falque turned his already obscured face away from the rest of them, hiding something from them, apparently. It was certainly an odd question to continue his line of questioning. Falque refilled his cup as an excuse not to sit down yet. Really, what was she here for? Nothing so far in their conversation even hinted at a reason for travelling across the globe. This isn’t getting anywhere. Sighing, Falque wondered if maybe another trip to that records room would be a good idea. That, or hopefully Dravel would return and spare the three from this brick wall of a secretary. |
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| Phantom | Aug 17 2010, 03:13 PM Post #32 | |||
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* Lyrica looked up with increasing boredom. His eyes changed to a suspicious orange as the woman went on about their supposed goals. His ears twitched a bit as Falque brought up some obvious questions. He felt it was best to stay silent for now, hoping he could be more helpful in some other way. He felt his mind shifting slightly to a calmer state. That bothered him- it was very difficult for him to stay calm in any circumstance, and especially one like this. Were they messing with his mind? No way to be sure. |
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| Pwny Express | Aug 19 2010, 06:15 PM Post #33 | |||
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*yes~! a two-parter... though part two is shorter than the rest of it >.> BUT AGAIN! >:D * Part I Ms. Alvetryyn (is that even a real name?) continued her slight brick-wall smile, answering with impeccable timing "Well, grades were one part of it, as stated before. As well, a certain amount of stability was needed for the first control group. Many of those... touched by their gifts left home soon afterwards, making them difficult to track. Others whom stayed at home may have dropped out, or heavily reduced their exposure at school, especially within the first year or so in the United States. By all accounts, things were much akin to a warzone in the larger cities for the first three to six months after the Dawn." Catherine listened intently, keeping her gaze from meeting the female. She wasn't sure if she knew about her... abilities, but Cath wasn't taking the chance. "I was in the hospital for a few of those first weeks... don't remember which one, but I remember being terrified, everything in complete chaos night and day. It got attacked at least twice during that time, a couple of people were killed each time I think. I... I guess I was lucky, being blind since I was young, so no one really bothered me when I showed up." Between her tears, she didn't mention that she actually had run away at one point, but then again maybe it was better to keep the lie up for as long as possible; most people generally don't take kindly to having their lies exposed to their faces. Ms. Alvetryyn nodded, her expression by now much less of the phony smile and genuinely more mother-like, laying a hand atop Catherine's. "I'm sorry if I forced some bad memories to the surface. I know it must be difficult to think about those days, but-" Again, an interruption came about, this time in the form of a small beep coming from somewhere around the secretary's belt line. Annoyed, the woman retreated while mumbling something to herself, plucking her cellphone to look at it. About that point, she swore under her breath in what was presumably Norwegian (though even to those that didn't know it, the language sounded somehow much older than that), quickly losing the smiling disposition and turned to the students, a look of well-organized panic hiding just beneath the surface. "I'm terribly sorry, but this meeting will have to be cut short. Mrs. Arne - the bus driver you met earlier - she knows the way to your hotel, and will take you there immediately. If you will excuse me..." The rest of her words seemed to have been lost in thought as she hurried from the room. That left the students to wonder what exactly was happening, and with instructions to leave. Not that this meeting had really gone anywhere, which once again begged the question as to why they had been brought here. Catherine, in particular, was possibly the most irritated of the group, frustrated that she'd planned everything to come here, expecting some big thing to come about, but had gotten absolutely nowhere. She said nothing, simply gathering up what was left on the table and stuffing it into her backpack, too annoyed to even rant. It seemed there wasn't much to be had in this direction. Right then; on to plan B. Part II By now, the lights above were sagging to the horizon once more, landing the time somewhere around 7PM, or 1900 hrs for those on military time. On the bus again, it seemed that red-skinned fellow had left, or something. Amongst other things, Mrs. Arne said that she'd already taken him to the hotel where they'd be staying. As usual, the bus driver was chatting nearly non-stop about everything she could think about, making herself out to be quite the airhead. That is, until they were nearing the ramp exit, and she happened to look out the driver's side window, her face turning a pale shade of white as she abruptly exclaiming in a slightly irritated fashion "Oh bugger." Almost immediately, she slammed on the brakes while yelling at the remaining three on the bus to "GET DOW-" Her words were cut off when two large objects nailed the bus on the right side, followed by two *THWUMP*s and blinding light from outside, landing with enough force to begin tipping the vehicle. The driver, for what she was worth, seemed to grasp this surrealistic situation before the others did, and had already begun clambering back to grab whomever she could when their mode of transportation finished it's death roll as the horrible screeching noises of metal on asphalt, loud enough to drown out any screams, filled the cabin. Catherine instinctively curled into a ball, summoning all the energy she could around her as soon as the bus was hit, and her shield hit maximum power about the time when the lights blinked out... The silence that stretched after the fact was, quite possibly, the worst of all. *feel free to post for both parts, or just the second. sorry, i wanted to get to the good part ^^;* Edited by Pwny Express, Aug 19 2010, 06:16 PM.
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| Falque | Aug 19 2010, 08:49 PM Post #34 | |||
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Falque crushed his cup and threw it in the waste bin. A waste of time, talking to this woman. What else did he learn about Catherine? She had a work ethic. Oddly, something was keeping Falque from losing his patience more so. Partly because of forces unseen, partly due to the fact the woman had excused herself. What a productive day. *** Falque sat in front of Catherine in the bus once again. It was dusk now, and Falque could sense the tingling anticipation in his body for the darkness, like a child waiting for Santa at Christmas Eve. Despite this, walking around the whole day had tired Falque’s covered body, and he was drifting into another half-sleep. That would all be broken, however, when Falque heard the bus driver’s interrupted yell for cover and the subsequent crash. The light flash had interrupted Falque’s reactive attempt to merge into the darkness, and he found himself desperately trying to hold steady for the duration of the roll. Unfortunately, he didn’t manage to keep his grip, and now found himself tumbling along with the bus. ... Sprained left wrist. Bruised ribs. Possibly a broken right index...never mind, sprained as well. Hat fallen off, but not burning. Must be dark. Falque was in no rush to recover it, unfortunately. ...I can feel my legs, that’s good. No bleeding, clothing must have stopped it. Check damage before risking light... Falque opened his eyes, it was indeed dark. A quick adjustment of his eyes allowed him to see all of the cabin. Ah, there was the hat, just in arm’s reach. Falque slowly grasped for it with his right arm, however some of the bruising to his ribs had foiled his first attempt with a pain reflex. Maybe they fractured after all... With his initial diagnosis complete, Falque tried to move his neck around t see the rest of the bus. The neck was sore, but that was about all, fortunately escaping major whiplash. Broken glass, some other debris...”Hello? Is anyone else...” How long was he out for, or was he out at all? It was all a little hazy to him. “If you can hear me...Catherine? Lyrica?” His voice was barely above a whisper. Hopefully there was a first-aid kit on board somewhere if need be. |
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| Phantom | Aug 24 2010, 03:40 PM Post #35 | |||
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OoC: I figure that the best thing I can do about him right now is to make him aware that he has been the "Scrappy" here... Lyrica was glad that this was being cut short. Frankly, nothing remotely interesting- er... useful- was coming of it. He followed the others out, starting to think. He had followed someone on one of these little adventures once before, and had been just as useless then, for the most part... It was a passing thought, but it was there. It would be bugging him all day. On the bus, alternating between watching the others and staring out the window. He was getting lost in thought, which was very strange for him. His eyes looked like a single aurora as his thoughts confused his emotions. He was chosen to come along... for some reason. So he should at least be useful. It was odd how that worked- at least he thought so. Then everything went to hell. He had missed the warning. The leprechaun yelped as he was thrown out of the seat, thankfully having good enough reflexes to keep his hands in front of him. He was thrown around for a few moments again before he came to a skidding stop with his legs pressed against the wall- he was laying down on his back now, somehow. He was about to speak when something, either a piece of luggage or a part of the bus, landed a few inches past his head. He shut up for several seconds, thanking his minimalistic height. "...Catherine? Lyrica?" Lyrica sighed and called back- that was all he had heard. "I'm 'ere, laddie." He tried to get up, but quickly stumbles and groaned as a sharp wave of pain flowed through him. He was badly bruised all over, and there was a big one on the back of his left leg. Nothing seemed broken or out of place, though. That was lucky. Lucky. Well, why not? |
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| Pwny Express | Aug 25 2010, 06:43 PM Post #36 | |||
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The first thing Cath found when she awoke was that she was possibly upside down, laying with her back against the ceiling and facing the chairs below. Along with that, nothing felt extremely pained or harmed, and she couldn't feel any gashes or bleeding on any important parts of her. So everything was probably fine for the most part, aside from some bumps and bruises that would show for the next few weeks or so. The second thing, which clashed with the first, as well as most of her whole day, was that there was a kitty cat sitting next to her, licking her face. Now, there hadn't been a cat on the bus when they boarded from the airport, nor when they had boarded from the company headquarters, so it was understandable that she was rather much confused. She knew it was a cat, even though she had never owned one, because for one, she had seen cats before, and secondly because it's breath stank of tuna and... mint? Okay, that was strange. Even stranger, this cat had some sort of aura around it, but it was hard to figure out just what it meant. The cat turned it's head to the side and began purring when Catherine reached out to pet the creature, but almost just as soon afterwords it batted at her hand, scaring girl as the creature turned around and... changed. That was the best way to describe it; one moment it was a cat, the next it was the bus lady. The transformation barely took any more than ten seconds, and the woman (girl? hard to tell her age) was there again. "Sorry about the accident," she mewled, a slight purr in her voice as she turned to look for the others, with anger rising in her tone as she continued "but it seems we didn't get away fast enough. Just sit tight though... I'll take care of these jokers." Before she could leave, though, Falque started calling out for the others. "The girl's alright, mister," the bus lady/Catwoman called back, "but there's a bit of cleanup work to do, so just stay here if you would." And with that, she stood, punching out a single window (a feat on it's own; most of them had survived the initial attack unharmed), and almost seemed to flow out that opening, as if she didn't even register any glass or whatnot as an obstacle. Just before she disappeared from view, Cath saw the woman shift form again, this time seeming to take an almost bear-like appearance. And from the loud snarls and gunfire outside, that form did the trick. A few bullets riddled the top of the bus, but none penetrated to the inside. Screams came and went for about a minute, then more silence before the lady returned, peeking over what was now the ceiling, where the opening she'd made out of a window was. Thankfully, she had returned to her 'human' form, though it was different from before, looking a bit more elven and less human than she had prior to shapeshifting. "All clear!" she chirped happily, as if nothing had happened. "But I'd advise everyone to grab hold of the seats if you could, because I'mma try to flip the bus back over. Let's hope it still runs after that stupid attack. Just shout if something's starting to crush you or anything like that." With that, she disappeared again, though this time there were sounds of grunting and reluctant metal giving way under some force, which paused for about half a minute before continuing. Catherine took the woman's advice, and made her way into the nearest seat, trying to position herself upright from her current position so that she wouldn't hit her head on anything or get whiplash while the vehicle was being righted. It hurt, yes, but was bearable enough to live with. And then the bus began to tip... tip... tip... until finally it was upright, rebounding several time against gravity and its shock absorbers. She herself held on for dear life, bracing her body with her feet until the bus became motionless. Looking out the window now, it was apparent that Mrs. Arne was a bit more than capable of taking on whomever had attacked them, as there wasn't a trace of battle nearby, though it was difficult seeing beyond a few feet due to the looming night; for Falque, what with his Darkvision and all, he could probably see blood tracks on the other side of the road, as well as the mangled bodies of those that had attacked them lying in a ditch, though any further details would require binoculars to see. Mrs. Arne seemed busy on a cellphone while she checked on the bus, uttering more than a few mild curses. The students, for the moment, were free to look around, possibly to figure out what the hell just happened. Catherine, for what she was worth, was content to stay on the bus, lying flat on her stomach and just trying to catch her wits for now. * too lazy to fix all the 'bus lady's in this, because I'd forgotten I had given her a name X-x also, sorry about making you kinda useless, Phantom... I hope to make that up to you later ^^; * |
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| Falque | Aug 25 2010, 09:09 PM Post #37 | |||
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((OOC: No, make him even more useless! Bahahahaha!)) They were both alright. The bus driver too, it seemed. At least that worry was eased out of his mind. Falque eventually say where they were talking from, his blackvision allowing him to see their figures quite easily now that he knew where they were. So their assailants were still here? Speaking of which, why assailants at all? It was certainly a disproportionate response to a mere break-in of their records room, if they knew about that at all. Watching the bus driver turn into some bear, Falque decided she was pretty well prepared to handle this all anyways, and well enough to cause whoever was out there to wet themselves. When the shapeshifter asked them to grab a seat, Falque struggled. Definitely fractured ribs...merde. Falque’s awkward position made it all the more excruciating until the bus was lifted back into position. Panting from the pain, Falque tried to angle himself to relieve the damage, conveniently allowing him a fair glance of the massacre outside in the pitch night. It was...actually very frightening. “What...what the heck just happened here...” Falque groaned, “I’ve fractured a rib, I’m sure.” He hollered out to the bus driver, wherever she was, “Is there a first-aid kit here? Or a doctor, if I’m lucky?” |
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| Phantom | Sep 2 2010, 04:10 AM Post #38 | |||
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It's fine. It's him, really. T.T Lyrica dragged himself against a seat, groaning as he took note of every bruise. He couldn't exactly complain about the pain after hearing Falque. He was about to get up to see what was going on with the bus driver and others when he heard her tell them to stay. Or told Falque. He probably would have done something right then and there in an attempt to make himself useful, except... the bus began moving. Tipping back over. He sighed as his arms and legs scrambled painfully to make sure he ended up in the seat and not thrown to the floor painfully. As soon as everything stopped, he walked up, holding onto the seats he passed by for support, to the front of the bus. He looked out of the window, though didn't see much other than Ms. Arne. He scanned the front for anything that might be remotely helpful- in particular, for the first-aid Kit Falque was asking for, if only to make sure that this bus actually had one. His cheerful demeanor and optimism was starting to drop for the first time in quite a while, due to both his apparent ineffectiveness and his train of thought, which had thankfully been broken by the event. At the moment, he was more occupied with whatever was going on. |
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| Pwny Express | Sep 6 2010, 08:58 PM Post #39 | |||
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"Sorry about thaaat~" Ms. Arne stated, popping her head in again haphazardly. "Seems we've run into a few bumps in the road. If everyone will stay seated, we will be on our way soon enough! Sorry for the difficulties, but we need to be underway pronto. There will be medical personnel when we arrive, alright?" For having just survived what was likely a near-death experience, she seemed rather cheerful... As for the vehicle itself, the thing seemed to be a loss; two large dents showed on the driver's side, one which was fairly close to where Falque had been, breaking the seat next to the window. It looked as if someone had driven their fist into the side, though the blisters were too large to have been as such - unless said person's fists were the size of dinner plates. Regardless, it seemed that whatever their bus was made out of, or protected by, could take a direct hit from a battleship's main cannon and still walk away; not even the windows had shattered, though there were more than a few cracks all about. For Catherine, who was just now sitting up after the bus stopped shaking, staring at the dents was akin to looking at a birefringence strain-stress testing^ image, with white at the very center and a multitude of colors branching out from there. It was somewhat difficult to look at, due to the number of shades and everything, but there was definitely some magic protecting them, which Cathy was very much thankful for. Outside, Arne the shapeshifter had produced a cellphone, and was talking rapidly in what was assumed to be Norwegian with whomever was on the other end of the line. Though what was being said while she walked around the bus, kicking tires and generally acting like she was inspecting the vehicle, couldn't be made out, earlier events made it clear that things weren't going as planned. Once she finished, the driver entered, starting up the vehicle with minor difficulty, and they were once again on the move, though as soon as they neared the interstate, Ms. Arne was on and off in what had to be under a minute. As they moved, that city beyond the window that they had been in passed into mountains and countryside. Their driver seemed to know where they were going, although she wasn't heading to the nearest hospital. It was the better part of an hour before she finally pulled into a parking lot... though it was rather dark to be one, and there weren't any buildings nearby. Come to think of it... where were the other cars? Or, for that matter, the freaking lot? From what they would be able to see, there was a phone pole, grass, and more grass, but coming here, one would have surely thought that they were driving over blacktop, with that hollow, rushing wind noise that was associated with most highways. Ms. Arne, however, didn't seem to be the least bit concerned; after asking everyone to remain seated once again, she jumped out, and walked to the other side of the pole. To Catherine's eyes, however, that pole looked... different, but she was both too tired and too confused right now to care much, not to mention drained from her abrupt use of power. As she was about comment however, loud, grinding mechanical sounds coming from right outside the window. Expecting the bus to start falling or something, Cath braced herself, but then saw that it wasn't the bus, but the ground in front of them that was descending, forming a staircase (and a ramp) down into the Earth's depths. Ms. Arne returned, urging the children to come out, carrying anyone who couldn't walk under their own power. Catherine helped Falque out, lending a shoulder so he could stand, being as gentle as she could with him. As promised, EMTs were there within half a minute, and soon all three were ushered into the hidden room below, where each of them was checked out for injuries. Having found that Falque had indeed incurred several cracked ribs, he was given some decently strong pain killers and reunited with the others after a few minutes. "I'm sorry about all of this," Ms. Arne announced to the threesome, her cheerful voice suddenly aging about fifty years, as well as turning very somber in the process, "but it's necessary procedure right now. I... guess it's best to explain what is happening. Please, sit. This is going to be a lot to take in." She motioned to a row of chairs with end tables every two chairs, set against the opposite side from where she was at, as she leaned against the wall behind her; the sounds of grinding gears turning raported back in the direction they had come from. They were sealed inside this place now. "You three were supposed to have been at the airport by now, hopefully on the flight back, but obviously there's been a change in plans. For the last several months, someone - we still don't know who yet - has been targeting Evotellurics covertly, abducting them and hauling them off to gods-knows-where. Nothing new, really, but as far as things go around here... anyone associated with any known Evotelluric is a possible target." Having stayed quiet up until now, Catherine finally spoke up, holding an ice pack to her head as she choked through tears. "Alright, I can't stand this anymore! Just what the hell is going on?! Why were we attacked? Why won't anyone just give us a straight answer?? Why can't you just come out and say something??" Her anger was rising as she hardened her look, energy playing dangerously off the tips of her fingers. She wasn't one bit happy, and the bus driver could hear it in her voice as she sighed. "I'm not allowed to tell you everything, but I can tell you that your meeting was set up. That was likely why you didn't get anything, was because they couldn't tell you anything. Those tickets, for example - we don't have any records of them having been bought by any one of our people. It was all a sham, to get you in there." That news shocked Catherine back into silence; who would want to hurt her, let alone go through something this elaborate to do so? Ms. Arne continued "I... know this must be hard for you, but please believe me when I say every word of it is true. It was..." She bit her lip, contemplating whether to continue or not, but eventually alleviated, stating "It was also why Mr. Dravel couldn't tell you... the truth. There was no other option. But now that you're here... There's been a lot happening in the past three years, as any of you know. Many people want Evos dead, because they fear them. Many more, as some from your school have seen, have wanted to use them to create weapons of war. However, not everyone thinks the same way; there are those, like us, that believe Evos, Magi, and any of the like can live in general peace together, that there doesn't have to be hatred. So, without further adieu, let me officially welcome you to ISPEC: the International Society for the Protection of Evotelluric Children." That warm smile returned as she watched with an almost joyous demeanor as she watched the shock wash over their faces. Catherine couldn't even form a word, still trying to process everything being said. Of course, that wasn't the biggest surprise for her - no, not by a long shot; that part was still to come... * and yet another ridiculously long story plot to throw away expectations :D yay! * ^the image was to be taken as an example, not what it actually looks like >.> Edited by Pwny Express, Dec 26 2010, 07:47 PM.
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| Falque | Sep 7 2010, 07:38 PM Post #40 | |||
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Ugh, nothing to patch Falque up for the time being. Fighting against time before a broken rib pierced his lung was bad enough without the pain of breathing and moving along with it. Wherever they were heading, it better be close by. For all the durability this vehicle apparently had, it was sorely lacking in basic utilities. Or maybe no one thought anyone would need it. Either way, dumb move. The entire hour’s journey was horribly unpleasant for the albino. His breathing was reduced to short gasps t reduce the pain on his chest, and he couldn’t sit properly in any position that’d ease his chest. He tried lying down eventually, but doing so on a moving bus wasn’t exactly the greatest idea should another attack make the vehicle come to a halt. By the time they arrived, Falque was sprawled across the seats in his aisle, dizzy from his shortness of breath, tired from the pain, and bruising. Had Falque the energy, he’d probably have made a fuss about how they’ve ended up in the middle of nowhere while Falque was inches away from suffocating on his own blood. Ironically, the dying generally made the least disruption. When the ramp suddenly appeared in front of the bus, Falque’s surprise was pushed aside for the relief of hope that finally he could be fixed up. Thanking Catherine in a weary whisper, Falque tried to keep himself walking while on her shoulder. Truth be told, he could have easily moved out by returning to his shadow form, ignoring the injury altogether, but something compelled him to take up her help. He felt more content that way, in some strange sense. After some quick bandaging and a borderline overdose on painkillers, Falque was sent back to reunite with Catherine and Lyrica, though his demeanour was a little...off. Though a big guy in comparison, his dosage was unwise and he knew it, willingly slipping an extra pill (or was it two?). He wasn’t noticeably faltered, but he mind was spaced out more than what was usual for even him. After some slight difficulty from the bandages constricting his bending, Falque sat himself in one of the chairs as instructed. So there was abduction going on, now. Was this connected to that paper company? Would Falque have found something had he dug deeper in the records area? Was Falque actually thinking of anything while the painkillers numbed him good? There was only a clear answer to one of them, and it was clear from Falque’s unfocused eyes what it was. Instead, he took it all in one disinterested stride, and when Catherine had choked up and started demanding for better answers, Falque was unwittingly comforting her at the sight of her tears, wrapping an arm around her tiny shoulders. With that prod, the woman had spilled out how this whole ordeal was orchestrated, and of the organization apparently taking care of the three of them at the moment. In his drugged stupor, Falque wondered if he’d accidentally walked into a sort of witness protection agency. Hopefully they didn’t think he needed it permanently or something, and he could take care of Catheri... it must be the painkillers. Half-present, Falque blundered out a something to the woman, “Um. Wow. Okay, Catherine was sent all the way to Iceland... to be abducted? I’m sorry, I took more pills than I should, but...even my brother wouldn’t waste this much time and money in a stunt like this. What else is...uh...there to this?” |
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| Phantom | Sep 13 2010, 03:05 PM Post #41 | |||
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Lyrica grabbed onto the seat and ground his teeth for most of the way. He was sore, and perhaps he normally would have complained, but Falque seemed to be the only one with any serious injuries. He began to wonder how Catherine had escaped hurt, perhaps a bit sharply. When they came to the stop, Lyrica watched the event with a great deal of interest- and a bit of apprehension. He followed out the door last, watching the others- particularly Falque, who seemed to be within an inch of his life- worriedly. He didn't bother asking a kid with broken ribs if he was alright. When they got down to the concealed area, and became locked in, Lyrica's apprehension only grew. Fey do not like to be trapped. "I'm sorry about all of this," Ms. Arne announced to the threesome, her cheerful voice suddenly aging about fifty years, as well as turning very somber in the process, "but it's necessary procedure right now. I... guess it's best to explain what is happening. Please, sit. This is going to be a lot to take in." Lyrica did as he was told, but his eyes turned orange in distrust. "You three were supposed to have been at the airport by now, hopefully on the flight back, but obviously there's been a change in plans. For the last several months, someone - we still don't know who yet - has been targeting Evotellurics covertly, abducting them and hauling them off to gods-knows-where." And? This was old news. Even Lyrica, himself a completely natural Leprechaun, had often been turned on as an Evotelluric. That was part of the reason he was on the campus in the first place. "Nothing new, really, but as far as things go around here... anyone associated with any known Evotelluric is a possible target." Oh. ... Oh! It took him a moment to realize what that menat for them. When he did, he practically jumped out of his chair, his eyes turning to an urgent red. But no. They were safe here- supposedly. No need to get worked up at this point. Of course, Catherine disagreed. "Alright, I can't stand this anymore! Just what the hell is going on! Why were we attacked? Why won't anyone just give us a straight answer? Why can't you just come out and say something?" The elf winced. He wasn't accustomed to the stress of the current situation. "...there are those, like us, that believe Evos, Magi, and any of the like can live in general peace together, that there doesn't have to be hatred. So, without further adieu, let me officially welcome you to ICPEC: the International Community for the Protection of Evotelluric Children." Lyrica had, in three years, never considered the possibility of people universally living in peace. He always thought of things on a smaller scale- a personal scale. And that was a rather small scale. But now he doubted they could. Everyting he had seen since the Dawn really pointed away from that direction. Well, aside from... the Campus. He would have to think about that more. But later, not now. The whole thing also alienated Lyrica in a rather uncomfortable way. This whole scenario was about discrimination against Evotelluric humans. He was a Leprechaun. Of course he knew that when people used "evotelluric" in a general way, they were sometimes referring to all strange, sentient creatures. But it was uncomfortable, nonetheless. “Um. Wow. Okay, Catherine was sent all the way to Iceland... to be abducted? I’m sorry, I took more pills than I should, but...even my brother wouldn’t waste this much time and money in a stunt like this. What else is...uh...there to this?” He shook his head subtley, his eyes lightening in color. The poor boy barely seemed lucid. But he was right. "Yes, yes. This can't be it." he offered redundantly, leaning forward excitedly. "There must be something you can tell us? Surely you don't intend to leave us in the dark!" He shivered at his own metaphor, on some instinct, though he wasn't sure why. He glanced to the others to see if he had just said something horrible without his knowing, before settling back into his seat. |
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| Pwny Express | Sep 20 2010, 07:41 PM Post #42 | |||
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Mrs. Arne didn't seem to take notice of Cath's shock - or chose to ignore it, whichever was most convenient for the time being. However, she did continue to answer the others' questions. “Um. Wow. Okay, Catherine was sent all the way to Iceland... to be abducted? I’m sorry, I took more pills than I should, but...even my brother wouldn’t waste this much time and money in a stunt like this. What else is...uh...there to this?” "Well... eh-heh... It's something like that. Obviously they really don't like the Director, nor those he tries to protect... Anyhow, time to get moving agai-" "Wait!" Catherine's voice seemed to ring over the others, breaking the darkness like a knife; and like a knife, it too carried an edge. "What does Mr. Dravel have to do with this?! What are you really hiding? This isn't just about a few kidnappings, now is it?" Her voice quivered with anger, her powers surging to their limits, without passing from her; however, the shakiness suddenly disappeared, her unseen gaze narrowing, hands gripping the seat she sat in as she stated defiantly "I'm not moving from this spot until you tell me everything. No more dodging questions - what can't you tell us? What are you hiding that is so important that it cannot be said here, Mrs. Arne - if that's even your real name." Arne stood statue-still for a minute longer, then sighed. "Alright. You want the short version? Catherine, your brother still lives. Now, can we get a move on? I do not kid when I say that we are not out of danger's woods just yet." "Okay, but- Wait, WHAT?!! BUT THAT'S-" "Less talking, more moving!" the cheerful woman's voice enthusiastically interrupted just as a dull thud echoed from the entrance they had come from mere minutes before. "Like I said, they're persistent buggers. Best to get a move on before they break through, no?" Without another hesitant second, Mrs. Arne grabbed the still-resistant Catherine with a grip of iron, commanding the nearest guard to give Falque assistance if he needed it. "Follow close! These tunnels branch off in several directions multiple times, but only one path is safe to travel through. The others are rigged in one manner or another, so don't get lost!" Hopefully in the rush that followed, they would hear that important bit of news. *bit of a short post, explanation will follow in next post* |
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| Falque | Sep 20 2010, 08:20 PM Post #43 | |||
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Apparently Mrs. Arne insisted that was how it was. Falque could hear Catherine riling up with frustration once again, though the words only occasionally broke into his consciousness. Nothing was making sense, it appeared. Sure, people wanted to kidnap or kill Evotellurics. But apparently the whole damn world wanted to do that, what importance was there sending them to Iceland? If Falque wasn’t drugged up on painkillers, he’d probably be almost as angry as Catherine. However, Falque probably wasn’t nearly in as much shock as her after Arne spilled some extremely important information. While Catherine was probably losing her wits, Falque merely whistled before fumbling a response, “Well, now that’s exciting.” Yeah, maybe it more than just a few too many pills. Falque removed his arm from around Catherine, swaying about in his chair for a short moment. However, when the woman demanded they leave, with Catherine quickly in her tow, Falque did immediately accept the guard’s assistance. “This one’s on me...” Immediately, Falque’s body wrapped itself in the ambient darkness as it dragged itself into the shadows. Though it took some time to complete the merge, Falque was fast enough in this form and did not need to worry about his wound, allowing him to catch up to the others. As they head off into the tunnels, Falque’s two dimensional body rested on Catherine, allowing her to do the work of moving for him. He could get a good nine minutes of rest like this, though hopefully at least one of them realized where he went off to. |
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| Phantom | Sep 25 2010, 02:08 PM Post #44 | |||
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Lyrica watched the others, his eyes turning purple in unease. Apparently Catherine had a brother. Who was supposed to be dead, but wasn't. Okay. Nothing out of the ordinary, by the standards of a Leprechaun who wasn't really involved in it. He stood up to follow cautiously, watching the boy flow into a shadow. He was getting a better idea of what he could do. He quickly dashed up to follow Catherine, blinking a bit as he was distracted by Falque for a moment. He glanced in the direction that the sounds came from, and moved just a bit faster. When this was over, he was going to have a look into what he'd been doing for the few years of his recent life. |
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| Pwny Express | Oct 9 2010, 07:16 PM Post #45 | |||
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Ms. Arne led the group in silence through a series of winding tunnels for several minutes, moving as quickly as they would go, never stopping once. The EMTs, seeing that their patient was doing well enough to change forms, disappeared into another section of the labyrinth. Catherine, for what she was worth, kept watch on the other two students, easily seeing through Falque's shadow guise as she left him be where he was. The fact that any of them were still alive was enough of a miracle, but that they walked away from the bus barely hurt for the most part was pure luck. It had to be. Not that- Abruptly, the bus lady stopped, holding up a hand that brought them all to a halt. She eyed around, tense as ever. Now that there was a moment to look around, the students would notice some peculiarities about these tunnels. Although they were nearly pitch-black, what light there was showed that the halls weren't exactly pristine in hospital-like sterility and shininess, but not necessarily shoddy either; the floor was bare, earthen, but the walls... there were no roots hanging down, but they weren't tiled or anything of the like either. The color was a uniform brown, with a slight beige hue in the dim light, but the light sources would be of key interest, because there were no hanging florescent or incandescent lights, but instead patches of the walls just seemed to... glow, as if something were living in them. However, there wasn't much time to appreciate all of this; before too long, the source of her uneasiness became apparent, via a tiny, barely-audible whirring noise coming from above. Lowering her voice to barely a whisper, she told the others "Go straight ahead, and make a right at the second turn, then a left - the door code is 21423. Hurry!" Nodding reluctantly, Catherine grabbed Lyrica's hand carefully and started off down the hallway. Turning to Falque, she asked "Hey, think you can tell me where to turn at? I can't see very well in this hall... Not enough energy bouncing around or something." *sorry for taking so long x-x* |
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| Falque | Oct 9 2010, 10:59 PM Post #46 | |||
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Falque earned some well needed rest riding, practically literally, on Catherine’s coattails when the group had stopped by the woman’s instructions. Falque used this time to exit his shadow form before it became an issue. He was still in bad shape, but the darkness of the caverns meant Falque could use his displacement power to keep up the pace at a simple hobble. Falque could hear the whirring noise above them. Really, these were the most absurdly dedicated terrorists around. Was this still about Catherine? Just...who was she? Who was her brother? Straight. Right at second. Left. 21423. The information was saved in Falque’s brain, and the tunnel’s darkness meant little to his blackvision. When Catherine asked for his aid, Falque didn’t possibly have a reason to say no. “I can do that. Don’t worry.” With that, the three of them set off into the darkness. “Turn right, here.” Falque guided the two down the first turn, its entrance as clear as day. Falque’s body seemed to be on a conveyer belt, his constant but minor usage of displacement creating a solid stream of afterimages, Falque looked more like a solid blob of darkness, almost invisible. “Turn left, here.” All that was left now was the door, apparently. The code? 21423. A simple number stored in their heads, and the last obstacle to what was hopefully sanctuary. Falque’s overdose on the pain meds seemed to disappear, but that also meant the pain was coming back, though only a bit. He winced; Falque needed actual rest eventually, and with this wound, he could only pray it did not interfere with his powers at some worst possible moment. ((OOC: Sorry for being SO DAMN FAST BAHAHAHA)) Edited by Falque, Oct 9 2010, 11:00 PM.
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| Phantom | Oct 20 2010, 04:53 PM Post #47 | |||
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Lyrica followed, nearly being dragged along as he made a pitiful attempt to keep pace. Luck didn't matter so much when you needed to move quickly and happened to be four feet tall. Maybe magic could fix that... if he lived that long. He looked up at her as she said she couldn't see. He had no idea how her sight worked, but the statement bothered him deeply. He paranoidly put out a search for magic, but it would only detect nearby probability modifiers. It was unlikely he'd get more than an odd change in probability connected to these two. (Though, he half-expected a rather big one there, all things considered.) He kept glancing back and around, panic managing to rob him of whatever grasp of the situation he was getting. (Oi... I'm sorry, I just don't know what to do with this guy... -.- ) |
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| Pwny Express | Nov 3 2010, 03:45 PM Post #48 | |||
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*it's k; I took longer :D* 21423. 21423. 2143...3? No, that wasn't right... It was 21432.... no, that wasn't right either! Gah! 2312... no, not right at all Focus, woman, FOCUS!!! Catherine's mind raced upon reaching the large, solid-steel door, following Falque's directions down to the letter, up to this point. And, of course, just like in the movies, she forgot the damn code! Swearing several times, she punched in numbers she thought were right, only to get a long, flat beep from the machine, as if it were cursing back. Well, she must have done something right, because in her frustration Cath hit the thing with a solid *thud*, and the door before them abruptly began to open. Once she was over the shock of the moment, Cath dragged the group through the door, and into a long, narrow hallway that moved straight forward, possibly for another forty feet. Heavy footsteps could be heard from behind them, but the echoing made it difficult to determine just how far away they were. They all had one shot at this; Falque was exhausted, as was Catherine, and Lyrica... well, Cath didn't know much about him, except that he had a... A slingshot? Or something that looked very much like one... was that there before? Maybe it had been there all along, and she hadn't noticed it until just now. Whatever the reason, it was there, in plain view, something she had missed rather easily. No time to slap herself over it, though, because they needed to move. And, they needed a distraction... Leaning Falque up against a nearby wall to stand for a moment - with promises to return quickly, of course - Catherine walked back to the door and shut it after quite a bit of effort, satisfied when she heard and felt the bolts lock within the mechanism. It was the beginnings of a counter-trap, one that would hopefully buy them enough time to get to safety. Returning soon enough - as promised - she turned to Lyrica, crouching down (though not too far; a testament to her own diminished height) to speak to him in hushed tones as quickly as the idea formed in her mind. "I'm sorry to have dragged you all the way out here for this, Lyrica. I... I didn't think we would be running for our lives or anything, but... well, since Falque's hurt, and I'm stuck having to carry him, and apparently a few goons got past that bus driver - whoever or whatever she is, and I don't know how long the door will hold them off, if it does at all, so... I-I don't know how to ask this, but... well, we need a distraction. Can you- no, will you help? I know I'm asking a lot, but... I don't know what else to do..." *kinda a quicky... and hey, giving Lyrica something to do, finally... yeah XDD* |
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| Falque | Nov 4 2010, 08:32 PM Post #49 | |||
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Falque grunted in pain and tiredness. He waited at the secure door as Catherine tried to enter the right passcode. Once she had the door opened, though, Falque realized how much more difficult it was just to stand up. He asked Catherine for aid, and just in time too, as he nearly felt himself collapsing. He tried as hard as he could manage to keep most of his weight off Catherine, but it was becoming more difficult over time. After Catherine leaned him against the wall, his own body warped with pain and exhaustion to the point he could barely prop himself up, Falque spent a moment to consider his situation. He could hear the people coming, people they didn’t want to meet, and people that were catching up to them. He had to wonder, whether this was the end of the line. What if they were captured? What was in store for them then? The idea of disappearing from the world was a disconcerting thought for Falque. At least he’d have friends at his end...unless they’d be carried off separately...oh God, he didn’t want to think about it. If there was anything, anything he could ask for right now, it’d be that he at least Catherine would be with him in the end. He watched Catherine ask Lyrica for help, that quiet green man. He could escape. He could meld into the darkness again and escape himself. He could slip right past his chasers and...Catherine...he couldn’t...he wouldn’t. For a selfish person like Falque, there was something biting him for even considering the idea. Falque could not leave Catherine here. He couldn’t let her be whisked away from...from him. He didn’t...understand, but...he couldn’t let that happen. And yet, the pain in his ribs demanded he stay, a weak creature at the mercy of everyone else. At the mercy of Lyrica’s own selflessness, if he had any. |
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| Pwny Express | Dec 28 2010, 06:13 AM Post #50 | |||
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Sorry about the meeting... We'll reschedule it
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* this post is bloody long, and was done co-op between me & Phantom via PM to give Lyrica at least one action-y part in this SL ^^;; sorry for the delay; hopefully will be able to wrap this nutter up sooner rather than later >.> * <Pwny> Leaning Falque up against a nearby wall to stand for a moment - with promises to return quickly, of course - Catherine walked back to the door and shut it after quite a bit of effort, satisfied when she heard and felt the bolts lock within the mechanism. It was the beginnings of a counter-trap, one that would hopefully buy them enough time to get to safety. Returning soon enough - as promised - she turned to Lyrica, crouching down (though she didn’t need to bend over far; a testament to her own diminished height) to speak to him in hushed tones as quickly as the idea formed in her mind. "I'm sorry to have dragged you all the way out here for this, Lyrica. I... I didn't think we would be running for our lives or anything, but... well, since Falque's hurt, and I'm stuck having to carry him, and apparently a few goons got past that bus driver - whoever or whatever she is, and I don't know how long the door will hold them off, if it does at all, so... I-I don't know how to ask this, but... well, we need a distraction. Can you- no, will you help? I know I'm asking a lot, but... I don't know what else to do..." ***|=|*** <Phantom> Lyrica looked bewildered at the request for a moment, and began stammering out something like a refusal, his eyes yellow with panic. "I- I ca- well, you see..." But he had to think. He had chosen to come on this trip with the express purpose of helping Claudia with this task. If he hadn't thought that through at the time, well that was his fault. He wasn't sure if he had slowed them down or not, but they certainly expected his help, and backing out of a deal was not something a leprechaun did readily. Besides that, he was beginning to feel these two would do the same for him, were the situation reversed. His eyes faded into a reddish-brown as he gritted his teeth, stood up straight, stuck out his chest (a futile gesture when you are a four foot-tall, pale, scrawny leprechaun), and nodded. "Just tell me what you need me to do, and I'm there." ***|=|*** <Pwny> Catherine smiled, nodding. She tried to think quickly what could be done, and then came up with an idea. Her hand lashed out to the nearest light (aka - the closest electrical source) after a second of strained concentration, busting it and plunging the immediate area into darkness. "Right. Well, you're the only one of us who came with any sort of weapon, and Falque's worn thin right now. And who knows how long that door will last. If you can keep those baddies occupied, then I think the changing-lady might be able to get over here in time, if she isn't near already." It wasn't much, as far as plans went, but she had ran out of ideas when the bus was attacked, and time was running out. Hell, it might even be suicide. Who would know? But something had to be done, and she couldn't stop bullets - let alone a barrage of them. If he didn't agree, she had no idea how to proceed except to run like mad and hope Falque found his own way out. ***|=|*** <Phantom> Okay. Diversion. That was simple enough. He wasn't sure how much time he could actually buy, of course, but even the act of running out there and getting squashed would surely earn a few seconds. Well, that was a cheerful thought. Regardless, he had made his choice. He took a moment to get used to the darkness before he pulled out his slingshot and a stone, and held them together. He was ready to fire at a moments notice. He took a good few tentative steps and kneeled slightly, aiming the stone into the darkness. ***|=|*** <Pwny> Catherine gave a nod and hurried back to Falque, unsure whether this was going to work or not. She hoped it did. She hoped she wasn't going to get the little guy killed or anything like that. But those thoughts could wait till she got out of here. For now, she needed to help Falque out of this hallway, and away from here, knocking out whatever lights she could along the way as she dragged her not-my-boyfriend boyfriend along for the ride... ---==--- Well, Lyrica wasn't going to have to wait long; no more than thirty seconds later, the metal around the frame of the door began glowing red-hot, and then white sparks flew through it. The army-looking guys were cutting through the solid-steel frame with a blowtorch. The job was quick and efficient, not even as slow as one sees in the movies; before a full minute had passed, the beastly barrier squeaked open rather quietly (although the act set off several alarms further down the way at once), and several men in black fatigues and gas masks entered the area, chit-chattering between each other in thick Scandinavian accents and words. "Are you sure about this, sir? I mean, an Evo with darkness powers and one with shielding abilities I can get, but a leprechaun?" "Yeah, I still don't buy that crap. You sure Command ain't just screwing with out heads?!" "No shitting about it, privates! I'm just telling you what I was told. Now get your ass in there and look for any one of them! They had to have come this way!" Reluctantly, two of them men entered, guns level, scanning the area. Apparently, though, they hadn't thought to turn on their thermal or night-vision whatevers, because their eyes passed right over where Lyrica was crouching, turning just far away from him that no actions would be seen. "Hurry it up, you bastards!" the one who was apparently in command of the unit shouted, "We still have to get this door sealed up before that crazy cat-bitch-whatever comes for us!" "About that, sir... That wasn't in the-" "Shut your f***ing mouth and get a-move-on already! Who knows when she'll get here?!" "Oh man... I didn't sign up for this shit..." ***|=|*** <Phantom> Lyrica's heart was pounding when they entered. Could they see him? No, it didn't seem like it. He had a slight advantage in terms of night vision, but it wasn't much. Blast it, he could have handled this if the days in the mirror hadn't played hot potato with his magic! He stretched his slingshot taught, aiming for what he thought was the head of the nearest one. He let the stone fly, then ducked and rolled to the side, adrenaline helping him to ignore the aches and pains. As soon as the dizziness faded, he grabbed another stone and tried to wrap his head around whta was happening. ***|=|*** <Pwny> The helmeted attacker's eyes abruptly bulged out almost cartoonishly as he doubled over, clutching his naughty bits while whining. Seems the shot Lyrica took had landed somewhere rather... vulnerable, a certain area where the sun don't shine, and the little hooded man- alright, I'll stop. Case in point: the boy was taken down with a classic sacktap from a very unforgiving rock to the boys down south – whether that was Lyrica's intent or not. The lieutenant swore loudly, kneeling down next to the fallen man as he whimpered, shaking his head and commenting under his breath "Buncha d**m rookies..." Standing up, he spoke to the remaining man in hushed tones, impossible to hear from where the leprechaun was, then turned back, gun at ready and pulling down a pair of goggles over his eyes. And then let lose a low growl that sounded more like some sort of bear or something. Yanking the defunct item off his head, he shoved them into one pocket, then yelled at the other gunman to shut the door. As soon as the man had his back turned, the remaining subordinate mercenary turned to face Lyrica directly... and then he winked at him – all in the span of a step as he turned back. Now what was up with that? No matter for the moment, because the one in command just so happened to be walking straight for Lyrica - whether out of sheer randomness, or because he knew he was there, it was difficult to tell - leaving the leprechaun with a few choices to make. ***|=|*** <Phantom> Lyrica winced at the sight of where his shot landed. Well, it was effective, anyway. He optimistically hoped it would at least get them to pause for a bit. That seemed to work well enough, but... uh-oh. One of them went forward, and worse, seemed to acknowledge Lyrica's presence. The leprechaun would have went pale if his skin tone weren't already nearly ghostly. He thought quickly, but couldn't come up with anything beyond testing what was happening. He quickly fired a shot from the same position at random- this one wouldn't be likely to actually hit anyone- and tried to shuffle to the side and backward as quietly as he could. ***|=|*** <Pwny> Granted, the lieutenant hadn't seen Lyrica until a shot went past his ear, startling him. His mind filled in the gaps, and he pointed the gun at the patch of shadows where the leprechaun was hiding, fingers pulling back on the trigger... A thunder clap echoed in the hallway a second's breadth before he fired, jerking the gun up and around, narrowly missing the little one hiding in the shadows. "That'll be quite enough from you," a distinctly feminine and fairly recognizable voice purred from the darkness behind the man, who was now down on the ground swearing up a storm, his knee blown out from behind. As she stepped forward, the form shifted from a military outfit to Ms. Arne’s bus driver outfit, a vague smile upon her mouth, her cat-like eyes gleaming with delight and the other militant's sidearm in her hands aimed at the lieutenant's forehead. Reaching down, she plastered her hand across his face, uttering quiet words of power until the man fell unconscious. With that done, she turned to the shadowy patch of non-light where Lyrica huddled, motioning for him to come out with one hand while stripping the handgun apart with her other. "It’s alright now, little one. You don't have to hide from me. What say we get a move-on and catch up with the other two, hmm? These pests will be an issue no more once we are safely behind the wards guarding the Inner Sanctum." ***|=|*** <Phantom> Lyrica just stared, unblinking for a moment, completely dumbfounded. "Wha-... how..." He took a bit longer to process what she was saying, and simply stepped out, nodding in agreement to follow her. His expression turned to one of contained laughter as he put away his weapon, finally understanding that he was not about to die at this moment. ***|=|*** <Pwny> Ms. Arne giggled rather childishly at the confusion that the leprechaun showed. “Guess I’m just that good, hun,” she stated proudly with a hint of sarcasm in her voice. Kneeling down, she gave Lyrica a moment to get on her back and hang on, then turned to catch up with Catherine and Falque, which would be rather easy, given how little time had actually passed - for Lyrica, that time had more likely felt like an eternity. ---==--- Catherine somehow made it to the other side with Falque in tow without much of an issue... or at least most of the way until the mercs entered. A mix of intuition and adrenaline told her that they weren't the friendly type; the moment she heard voices, she moved her way in-between a patch of blazing electric-blue orbs, praying silently for a miracle to happen, right then and there. Not that she expected one to spontaneously appear, but it didn't hurt to try. So either someone Upstairs had a good sense of humor, or the stars aligned in just the correct order, because within the next instant the air around her grew hazy, almost fog-like, as if a smokescreen had been laid down around her. Come on children, this way a semi-familiar somehow spoke inside Catherine's head, a gentle pull of some unknown force moving her towards the door. Bewildered, Cathy looked around here; none of the bulbs were working, at all, the electricity simply not there. But behind her, the lights apparently worked fine, given the bright sources of electricity/light/heat that were being given off by multiple tiny, well-spaced spheres on the ground... The doorway loomed, an open space that seemed to devour all light. Looking closely, Cathy could make out tiny spiderwebs of energy etched into both door and frame, almost literally pulsing with energy that seemed to be... alive, for lack of a more appropriate word. There was the distant padding of feet behind her, but something urged the girl onwards, not feeling any real need to glance back. Once she was through, however, the room within was something entirely different from anything else the group had encountered thus far; for Falque and Lyrica, it would look like a lighted cavern, with a 40-foot-domed ceiling, a central round table that could easily seat 60 people, and thirteen off-shoot tables around that one, with rows of cubicle-like quarters that were actually sleeping cells. For Catherine, the experience was something else entirely. The view literally exploded before her in a dazzling array of colors covering the walls chiefly, but a thin "blanketed" copy of that was upon every object in the room. The central table was the very center of this power, illuminating in a light so bright that she had to turn away from it. What she saw on the entry door and it's frame was replicated a hundred-thousand times over, creating a display that became a burden upon her - and after a few stumbling seconds, she fainted from a sensory overload. However, not a hair touched the ground; where there was once no one, now Tracy, Mr. Dravel's assistant, stood, the girl draped across her but supported well enough, in turn keeping the boy dependent upon her upright as well. "Oh.. this was...unexpected - but not unanticipated for. Don't worry about her; I'd forgotten what a display this place can be to certain eyes, and little worn-out Cathy here isn't the first to pass out at the sight of it all. Well, come on then - the stout companion should be along shortly, so best to get you three somewhere to rest a bit before shoving any more crazy stuff down your throats, so to speak." As she spoke, the "assistant" idly stroked Catherine's hair, like a mother holding would her youngest daughter's, up until she was nearly finished; when that came around, her arms easily hoisted the girl into a simple frontal carry. Though she stood not even a full head above the one she held, there was obviously strength behind her given the ease of which she completed the action - and the gentleness that she showed in holding the girl. Motioning with her head to one of the nearby cubicles, Ms. Tracy turned so as to give Falque a shoulder to support himself with if he chose to do so, although the area was dark enough that such a thing would be simple courtesy. Edited by Pwny Express, Dec 28 2010, 06:15 AM.
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