[b][u]Ostropa[/u][/b]

[color=darkorange]"I don't understand. Perhaps Alzac will know what to do. I should ask him to get high."[/color] Vice whispered to herself as she stood on a roof, overlooking the whole of Ostropa with her mind searching for answers to her questions. 

[i]-Few minutes earlier-[/i]

"Hey miss, wanna get high?"

Vice had been walking around the slums in Ostropa and what still piqued her curiosity was the fact that compared to every city she had visited, criminal activity in Pol Topelia was in one word, irregular. Constantly shifting with no apparent reason. From practically non-existent to frighteningly high yet the tyrant didn't do a thing about it. His propaganda focused on the evil revolutionaries.

She turned towards the man addressing her, he was dressed well enough for those parts.

[color=darkorange]"Why?"[/color] she asked with her cold, emotionless voice and her hand resting on her katana, hidden beneath her kimono.

"Well, you know, you see the world differently when high. You learn stuff that you'd never even imagine otherwise." His smile wasn't warm or kind but full of confidence, as if he had complete control over their encounter.

And Vice noticed that. Easy to miss but not for her eyes. A sword demands attention to detail, one miscalculation, a simple unnoticed detail and you lose a hand.

[color=darkorange]"I see. Then, if I get high, I'll learn something, isn't that what you're saying?"[/color]
"Definitely, let me hit you u-"
[color=darkorange]"And what am gonna learn, will help me in... [i]you know what[/i]?.."[/color] she added with a conspiratory look on her face.
"Yes! I'll hit you up wit-!"

She patted him on the shoulder, her heart moved by his act.

[color=darkorange]"Thank you very much. I'll get high now. And don't worry young lad, your deeds might have changed the fate of this country."[/color]

By the time his jaw hit the ground, she was already atop a roof and heading for the tallest one, tears glistening in her eyes for the love of the people of Ostropa for their country. Love strong enough to make them defy danger and freely give her, a revolutionary, a hint which could prove vital in their fight against the tyrant.

[b][u]Present / Revolutionary HQ / Ostropa[/u][/b]

The sight of her injured comrades fueled her hate towards the lord of Pol Topelia and by any Gods that could hear her, she would avenge both the dead and the living.

She quickly headed towards the ship's deck, where Alzac usually was and sure enough, she saw him, his fanged hat a pleasant sight in this tortured country.

[color=darkorange]"Commander Alzac. We should get high."[/color]