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You can go ahead. I may not be able to get to it tonight. though I don't know about Balmung
Ahnasha was trying to remain unemotional, to not give into the pain that normally came with these memories. It was, understandably, a difficult task, so her response came across as more harsh and uncaring in its tone than she actually felt. "Yes, that's indeed what happened, I think. Probably. I don't like to think about the details. I can still remember the pain like I just felt it if I think about it, which I now am. If that had been the worst of it, there wouldn't have been a problem, but you know it wasn't; you know what happened next." She said, though her thoughts continued. "And now you're going to make me relive it."
Kaleeth looked around to see if anyone had been listening to them, but she did not actually see anyone paying attention. Some were asleep, others were talking amongst themselves, but no one was looking at them. They had to hear Sabine, but she did not think anyone noticed. If they did, Kaleeth did not notice them. She did not know what else to do at the moment, so she decided to lay down in her hammock, which she was finally able to climb in reliably. She had just woke up not long ago, so she obviously was not tired, but she felt like it would be good to relax for a while. "I think I remember seeing some of those in some of the places we've been. I wonder if they will find me strange in the city? I mean, I find the Imperial traditions strange, so it must be the same for them."
"Okay, now you are just trying too hard." Meesei said with a chuckle. She did not look at him and instead continued staring out at the shoreline in the distance. It was hard to make out any details with how far away the land was, but with how long they had been traveling, she knew they were still off the coast of Black Marsh. "You see, I am not the average traveler. Really, I am many things. A mage, a scholar, and in a way, a caring mother. Although, honestly, I do not like to label myself, the one most applicable to you is that I am dangerous. I am someone you would be better off avoiding. Not that I wish to harm you, just that you would be better off staying away from me. Besides, you should not be making offers that you cannot live up to, specifically that, with that group over there listening to and translating this conversation, nothing you are saying is secret."
Kaleeth looked around to see if anyone had been listening to them, but she did not actually see anyone paying attention. Some were asleep, others were talking amongst themselves, but no one was looking at them. They had to hear Sabine, but she did not think anyone noticed. If they did, Kaleeth did not notice them. She did not know what else to do at the moment, so she decided to lay down in her hammock, which she was finally able to climb in reliably. She had just woke up not long ago, so she obviously was not tired, but she felt like it would be good to relax for a while. "I think I remember seeing some of those in some of the places we've been. I wonder if they will find me strange in the city? I mean, I find the Imperial traditions strange, so it must be the same for them."
"Okay, now you are just trying too hard." Meesei said with a chuckle. She did not look at him and instead continued staring out at the shoreline in the distance. It was hard to make out any details with how far away the land was, but with how long they had been traveling, she knew they were still off the coast of Black Marsh. "You see, I am not the average traveler. Really, I am many things. A mage, a scholar, and in a way, a caring mother. Although, honestly, I do not like to label myself, the one most applicable to you is that I am dangerous. I am someone you would be better off avoiding. Not that I wish to harm you, just that you would be better off staying away from me. Besides, you should not be making offers that you cannot live up to, specifically that, with that group over there listening to and translating this conversation, nothing you are saying is secret."
Close and distant blaster fire was a constant as the group moved through the temple. Even if the path they took did not intersect with the clones themselves currently, it was easy to hear blaster fire and explosions through the walls, frighteningly close, in some cases. It was unnerving, but they pressed on regardless, as their chances of survival diminished the longer they were in the Temple.
Eventually, they made it to the hanger, but as Shir feared, the clones were there in force. A Padawan was cut down in front of them, and prompting the Human Jedi leading the way to hold off the blaster fire while the Padawans and Temple guards escaped through the passage he opened. Shir could sense no one following them, and since the passage had been closed down, the Padawans should not face opposition within, so Shir's thoughts turned to preventing the unnecessary sacrifice of her Human ally. As she rushed past the Padawans to join the Human, she grabbed the blaster rifle out of Tactus' hand. "Sorry, I need this."
Shir dashed into place alongside the Human with a lightsaber in one hand, and the rifle in the other. She placed almost all of her focus into joining him in deflecting the incoming shots with her blade, but at the same time, she held the blaster under her arm, firing from the hip at its highest rate of fire. Her goal was not accuracy, but rather suppression. As long as the shots were landing close enough to the clones, they would be forced to take cover, thereby reducing the volume of incoming fire, and hopefully giving them all enough time to escape.
Eventually, they made it to the hanger, but as Shir feared, the clones were there in force. A Padawan was cut down in front of them, and prompting the Human Jedi leading the way to hold off the blaster fire while the Padawans and Temple guards escaped through the passage he opened. Shir could sense no one following them, and since the passage had been closed down, the Padawans should not face opposition within, so Shir's thoughts turned to preventing the unnecessary sacrifice of her Human ally. As she rushed past the Padawans to join the Human, she grabbed the blaster rifle out of Tactus' hand. "Sorry, I need this."
Shir dashed into place alongside the Human with a lightsaber in one hand, and the rifle in the other. She placed almost all of her focus into joining him in deflecting the incoming shots with her blade, but at the same time, she held the blaster under her arm, firing from the hip at its highest rate of fire. Her goal was not accuracy, but rather suppression. As long as the shots were landing close enough to the clones, they would be forced to take cover, thereby reducing the volume of incoming fire, and hopefully giving them all enough time to escape.
Ah, I can finally load the site, though I don't think I'll be able to respond until tomorrow.
Ahnasha sighed in resignation, shaking her head likely before regaining eye contact with Fendros. "Fine, alright, just...go ahead. Explain, and I'll listen, for all the good it will do us. Just don't blame me if it makes things worse." Ahnasha answered, her voice slightly elevated at first. With the yelling around him, Rhazii became upset and started to cry for a few moments before Ahnasha was able to lull him back into a calm mood.
"I, well, I don't know. What is there? I've seen all the races that you've seen since I've been with you. I had never saw anything but Argonians before I met all of you. I think I remember the names of most of the races, and with all the places we've been going, I've probably at least seen them all, but...I don't really know much about them. You probably know more about them than I do." Kaleeth answered. While she was familiar with the layout of the ship by this point, she really did not know where they should go, so she decided to just follow Sabine. However, Sabine might not necessarily been aware that she was leading.
Meesei had not expected anyone to be approaching her, but she had to give a smile at the man's boldness. She was not interested, of course, but the fact that he was trying was at least flattering. Even without her responsibilities and obligations, she likely would not have been interested in a sailor, but even so, she did not feel like making him feel insulted. The least she could do was reject him in a way that would not make him feel bad, so she tried to make it seem more like something that was her fault. "I appreciate the compliment, but that probably wouldn't be a good idea. I do not really want to get into it, but it really would not end well. I am sure you can find someone else with no problem."
"I, well, I don't know. What is there? I've seen all the races that you've seen since I've been with you. I had never saw anything but Argonians before I met all of you. I think I remember the names of most of the races, and with all the places we've been going, I've probably at least seen them all, but...I don't really know much about them. You probably know more about them than I do." Kaleeth answered. While she was familiar with the layout of the ship by this point, she really did not know where they should go, so she decided to just follow Sabine. However, Sabine might not necessarily been aware that she was leading.
Meesei had not expected anyone to be approaching her, but she had to give a smile at the man's boldness. She was not interested, of course, but the fact that he was trying was at least flattering. Even without her responsibilities and obligations, she likely would not have been interested in a sailor, but even so, she did not feel like making him feel insulted. The least she could do was reject him in a way that would not make him feel bad, so she tried to make it seem more like something that was her fault. "I appreciate the compliment, but that probably wouldn't be a good idea. I do not really want to get into it, but it really would not end well. I am sure you can find someone else with no problem."
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"You want to recount it? I don't really see how that will help anything, honestly." Ahnasha responded skeptically. She doubted that Fendros intentionally wanted to cause her any more pain, but she did not think describing those memories again would help. "I mean, I think I understand what you want, but...I just don't think that will work. Really, I think that would just hurt. Coming to terms with it to the point we can talk about it? I don't think that is possible, for us or anyone. Some things are just too painful. Yeah, we shouldn't just ignore it, but...there has to be something else. I will never be comfortable with what happened. I couldn't handle the pain, and Rhazii suffered for it. That pain is never going away, but...surely there is some other way to get past it, and I don't mean just ignoring it."
Kaleeth nodded. "I think Janius said there was. He has described the city to me, but I'm still really excited to see it. The cities we've been to have been bigger than anything I've seen before, and this city is supposed to be bigger than all of them. I don't really understand how people build such big places, honestly. It seems like it would take forever." She commented. A few moments later, one of the sailors brushed past her on the way to whatever task she was working on. It looked like the sailors were becoming busier, so she was more worried that she was in their way. "Maybe we should go back down below the...what is this? A deck, right?"
Kaleeth nodded. "I think Janius said there was. He has described the city to me, but I'm still really excited to see it. The cities we've been to have been bigger than anything I've seen before, and this city is supposed to be bigger than all of them. I don't really understand how people build such big places, honestly. It seems like it would take forever." She commented. A few moments later, one of the sailors brushed past her on the way to whatever task she was working on. It looked like the sailors were becoming busier, so she was more worried that she was in their way. "Maybe we should go back down below the...what is this? A deck, right?"
Ssarak Dyreackthanose
As Meirin was questioning one of the guards, Ssarak was going through their minds, sifting through the various thoughts, emotions, and obscenities going through them for information he felt may be important. There was only one mind he could not seem to read, which was the one of the particularly pale guard. He was not sure why, but what he could hear in the thoughts of the others did provide some insight into their current attitude. Overall, not one of them was in anything resembling a good mood. All of them were hungry, exceedingly bored, and hated the job they were performing. They felt as weary and weakened as they looked.
Ssarak focused particular attention on the guard Meirin was speaking to, especially once her questioning became more direct, and his thoughts were even more frustrated than his words. He thought not only about how much he hated his job, but how jealous he was of Meirin and the rest of the caravan guards. Even with the traveling they had been doing, they looked, and almost certainly were, more well-off than these bridge guards. He also had other, more crude thoughts directed at Alaira and Meirin, but other than making Ssarak angry, they were not as relevant. As soon as Ssarak heard Meirin's thoughts, he responded with his own findings. "It does not seem like any of them want to be here either. They are hungry, and by the looks of things, probably underpaid. They are bored, and in particular, the one you spoke to is envious of us. However, I have not actually heard any thoughts suggesting they intend to attack us, not yet."
Almost as soon as Ssarak sent his message, Alaira, once again, acted out rashly. He had placed so much focus on the guards that he was not able to stop the person who was proving to be the greatest threat to their safety. He shook his head and gave an audible sigh. He seemed disappointed, though it was more in himself than anything for expecting anything different. At least this time, she did not catch anything on fire, so the horses were fine. Alaira was being a fool, but he could not discount the possibility that she was a lucky fool. The guards were suspisious, and may still be a danger, especially now that they had a very legitimate reason to attack.
"Alaira, control yourself!" Ssarak shouted as he drew his weapon and looked at her, his posture hinting at anger just as well as his voice. On the outside, it would seem like an angered reaction, but in reality, it was a calculated move. If the guards had not intended to be hostile, then it would demonstrate that he and the other caravan guards did not agree with Alaira, and did not necessarily want to harm, or even rob them. Second, it allowed him to bring his weapon in hand without increasing the hostility towards the guards.It seemed like he was focused on Alaira, but each of the guards were still within his sight in some capacity, and he was both watching for sudden movements, and listening for thoughts that would suggest they were attacking. Overall, it meant he was now alert and ready for an attack, but still had some possibility of defusing the situation.
At the same time, Ssarak sent a telepathic message to Meirin, Darius, and the Caravan master. "I do not intend to attack Alaira. I used the opportunity to draw my weapon safely, but I cannot communicate this to Alaira, so be ready. Let us try to get her to back down, but watch the guards closely. She has given them good reason to attack, if they were not already."
As Meirin was questioning one of the guards, Ssarak was going through their minds, sifting through the various thoughts, emotions, and obscenities going through them for information he felt may be important. There was only one mind he could not seem to read, which was the one of the particularly pale guard. He was not sure why, but what he could hear in the thoughts of the others did provide some insight into their current attitude. Overall, not one of them was in anything resembling a good mood. All of them were hungry, exceedingly bored, and hated the job they were performing. They felt as weary and weakened as they looked.
Ssarak focused particular attention on the guard Meirin was speaking to, especially once her questioning became more direct, and his thoughts were even more frustrated than his words. He thought not only about how much he hated his job, but how jealous he was of Meirin and the rest of the caravan guards. Even with the traveling they had been doing, they looked, and almost certainly were, more well-off than these bridge guards. He also had other, more crude thoughts directed at Alaira and Meirin, but other than making Ssarak angry, they were not as relevant. As soon as Ssarak heard Meirin's thoughts, he responded with his own findings. "It does not seem like any of them want to be here either. They are hungry, and by the looks of things, probably underpaid. They are bored, and in particular, the one you spoke to is envious of us. However, I have not actually heard any thoughts suggesting they intend to attack us, not yet."
Almost as soon as Ssarak sent his message, Alaira, once again, acted out rashly. He had placed so much focus on the guards that he was not able to stop the person who was proving to be the greatest threat to their safety. He shook his head and gave an audible sigh. He seemed disappointed, though it was more in himself than anything for expecting anything different. At least this time, she did not catch anything on fire, so the horses were fine. Alaira was being a fool, but he could not discount the possibility that she was a lucky fool. The guards were suspisious, and may still be a danger, especially now that they had a very legitimate reason to attack.
"Alaira, control yourself!" Ssarak shouted as he drew his weapon and looked at her, his posture hinting at anger just as well as his voice. On the outside, it would seem like an angered reaction, but in reality, it was a calculated move. If the guards had not intended to be hostile, then it would demonstrate that he and the other caravan guards did not agree with Alaira, and did not necessarily want to harm, or even rob them. Second, it allowed him to bring his weapon in hand without increasing the hostility towards the guards.It seemed like he was focused on Alaira, but each of the guards were still within his sight in some capacity, and he was both watching for sudden movements, and listening for thoughts that would suggest they were attacking. Overall, it meant he was now alert and ready for an attack, but still had some possibility of defusing the situation.
At the same time, Ssarak sent a telepathic message to Meirin, Darius, and the Caravan master. "I do not intend to attack Alaira. I used the opportunity to draw my weapon safely, but I cannot communicate this to Alaira, so be ready. Let us try to get her to back down, but watch the guards closely. She has given them good reason to attack, if they were not already."
Hey. Glad to see you are back, but unfortunately, I don't know if I'll be able to continue in these. I'm busier now than I used to be and don't really have as much time as before. Plus, I can barely remember what I intended for the stories of these RPs. I'm sorry about it, but I don't think I'll be able to continue. I am, however, still able to have some RPs, and I'm still in Blood if you intend to rejoin that.
"I don't know what you want me to say." Ahnasha answered. She appreciated what Fendros was trying to do, but she wasn't even sure what they could talk about. It did not seem like just bringing it up again would help, though she wanted to do something. Without any ideas of her own, however, she had no alternatives to suggest. "I don't see how it will help us, but...okay. What do you want to talk about? I really don't know where to even begin on something like this."
"They were...Kothringi." Kaleeth answered, as she did not believe that ancient race of men could be described as anything else. "They were Human, but skilled enough to live in the swamps. They lived just like the Argonians did in villages, but they didn't follow the Hist like we did. They also fought a lot with the Argonians, so I don't really think they were peaceful. I mean, they didn't fight all the time, but they weren't always friends either. I don't know what it would be like now if the Flu didn't kill them all, but if they still liked to fight, it might not be better. There is no way to really know, I don't think."
"They were...Kothringi." Kaleeth answered, as she did not believe that ancient race of men could be described as anything else. "They were Human, but skilled enough to live in the swamps. They lived just like the Argonians did in villages, but they didn't follow the Hist like we did. They also fought a lot with the Argonians, so I don't really think they were peaceful. I mean, they didn't fight all the time, but they weren't always friends either. I don't know what it would be like now if the Flu didn't kill them all, but if they still liked to fight, it might not be better. There is no way to really know, I don't think."
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