Salas listened to Jillian’s story until the old woman, who had healed him of his wounds, spoke sharply. He turned his green eyes upon her instead to listen to her tale. She spoke of the residents of the Anaxim Forest with great care and consideration. While she spoke, Salas was lost in his own thoughts as he tried to remember the battle that had brought him to this point. He remembered the wave of heat and then blacking out. He couldn’t remember what exactly happened though. He still had all of his gear, so that was good, and the ancient Anaximite had healed him of all ailments, except for his tongue; that was a wound no one could heal no matter how powerful the magic they possessed.
He was brought out of his thoughts by the rumbling voice of the great green dragon, who was talking about who Crone was, which didn’t really shed any light on her identity. If anything it left more questions unanswered than before. When the dragon was done speaking, Salas looked to Jillian, remembering her question, and stood up. He walked over to her and leaned in close, almost as if he were going to kiss her, but he stopped short of that and merely opened his mouth wide enough for her to see where his tongue should be. After this was done, he turned to Crone and focused his magical energy once more, causing a small gail through the clearing and once again the wind began to speak for Salas.
”I followed the tracks of the ones who attacked the forest and came to Anaxim. Once there, the forest led me to the battlefield. I have no other objective now. I am merely a sword waiting to be pointed.”
Once the wind died down, Salas walked over to the nearest tree and sat against it.
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hear that?
The twins looked up at each other, abandoning what was in their hands. They heard their names spoken in a loud voice not too far down the hallway followed by the distant sound of gunfire. Barnabas rocketed into action, his mind racing to form a plan. He grabbed the books and blueprints on the table, motioning for Alice to do the same and began putting them back on the shelves and in cabinets. When they were done, Barnabas turned to his sister and began giving her specific instructions via thought.
Change your hair color and put colored contacts in
Why?
To hide your appearance. Once you do that, you’re going to walk right up to the ones looking for us and act like a member of another team hunting us and lure them into a trap.
Alice nodded at her brother and began to chant a flow of incantations followed by specific sets of movements until her raven black hair began repelling light and changed into a vibrant pink. She then slipped a set of green contacts from one of her pockets and slipped them over her light blue eyes. She looked completely different in her disguise. Barnabas nodded to his sister, and as she slipped out of the door and walked down the hallway and turned the corner to arrive at the newcomers, Barnabas slipped out of the library and began weaving his way through the bunker and stopped near one of his hidden sigils, which was hidden behind a vending machine. He held one of his sister’s bracelets loosely in his hand, ready to break the beads open and make a whirlwind of antialchemy poison if necessary.
Alice, who was usually graceful in her steps, walked down the hallway rigidly and with a look of slate on her face. Barnabas had slipped her his sword in order to complete the disguise of her being a different Asylum altogether and told her to hide her bracelets and gloves. She flipped the sword around as she walked, until she rounded the corner and came across a bear of a man, a blonde man who looked at the bear with a look of confusion, and a girl with headphone blaring in her ears. Alice walked a little closer, stopping about five feet away.
“Did you say Alice and Barnabas,” she asked in a monotone, with the same blank look on her face, holding the sword to her side, but ready to strike.
hear that?
The twins looked up at each other, abandoning what was in their hands. They heard their names spoken in a loud voice not too far down the hallway followed by the distant sound of gunfire. Barnabas rocketed into action, his mind racing to form a plan. He grabbed the books and blueprints on the table, motioning for Alice to do the same and began putting them back on the shelves and in cabinets. When they were done, Barnabas turned to his sister and began giving her specific instructions via thought.
Change your hair color and put colored contacts in
Why?
To hide your appearance. Once you do that, you’re going to walk right up to the ones looking for us and act like a member of another team hunting us and lure them into a trap.
Alice nodded at her brother and began to chant a flow of incantations followed by specific sets of movements until her raven black hair began repelling light and changed into a vibrant pink. She then slipped a set of green contacts from one of her pockets and slipped them over her light blue eyes. She looked completely different in her disguise. Barnabas nodded to his sister, and as she slipped out of the door and walked down the hallway and turned the corner to arrive at the newcomers, Barnabas slipped out of the library and began weaving his way through the bunker and stopped near one of his hidden sigils, which was hidden behind a vending machine. He held one of his sister’s bracelets loosely in his hand, ready to break the beads open and make a whirlwind of antialchemy poison if necessary.
Alice, who was usually graceful in her steps, walked down the hallway rigidly and with a look of slate on her face. Barnabas had slipped her his sword in order to complete the disguise of her being a different Asylum altogether and told her to hide her bracelets and gloves. She flipped the sword around as she walked, until she rounded the corner and came across a bear of a man, a blonde man who looked at the bear with a look of confusion, and a girl with headphone blaring in her ears. Alice walked a little closer, stopping about five feet away.
“Did you say Alice and Barnabas,” she asked in a monotone, with the same blank look on her face, holding the sword to her side, but ready to strike.
Working on my post now.
I will have a post up sometime today.
I'd like to make a villain.
My post will be delayed until tomorrow. I ended up having to go into work today.
Of course. Mwahahahah. -evil grin-
Well the Nordic siblings are after the English twins...
I can’t believed we got ourselves in this mess, Barny!
I know. But, there’s nothing we can do about it now other than help make a plan for the assault and hope the Chrono helps us out of this situation.
But, what if we have a bullseye painted on our backs because of the fiasco in the cafeteria?
We may very well have bullseyes on our backs, but that just means we’ll have to be on our guard.
Right… I suppose that’s all we can do.
The twin Asylums known simply as “The Inquisitors” for their knack at gathering information were seated in the library once more, with Barnabas pouring over books and Alice sitting at the table across from her brother messing around on her smartphone. Barnabas was studying in an attempt to form some plan of attack for the assault against the Kings; he also had a stack of books he was reading for pleasure in between his studies. Alice was very tense despite playing games on her phone; Barnabas wasn’t necessarily tense, but his mind was going over and over the events that occurred in the cafeteria.
The truth was, that he too couldn’t shake the feeling that he and his sister had targets painted on them now, and he didn’t like that. He knew nothing of what sort of hit squads AMRO could send after them, but he was going to be prepared for anything. Among his notes were the blueprints to the bunker they were currently stationed at. He studied the halls over and over again until he knew them without even glancing at the blueprints anymore. He had also traced out a path in the bunker and drawn two sigils in strategic locations as well as had one carved into a throwing card he had on his person.
Alice watched her brother over her phone; she knew the face he was making. It meant he was thinking hard about something, and judging by their conversation, Alice guessed it was what AMRO could do to them and what he planned to do in response to whatever action they took towards the twins. Alice trusted in her brother’s mind to make a plan to counter AMRO’s actions and protect them. She would make sure they bother survived. They had lost too much in the past to lose each other now. She slid her phone back into her pocket and began thinking of what could possibly happen now. Barnabas continued pouring over his books, all the while keeping his guard up and the marked card at the ready just in case.
I know. But, there’s nothing we can do about it now other than help make a plan for the assault and hope the Chrono helps us out of this situation.
But, what if we have a bullseye painted on our backs because of the fiasco in the cafeteria?
We may very well have bullseyes on our backs, but that just means we’ll have to be on our guard.
Right… I suppose that’s all we can do.
The twin Asylums known simply as “The Inquisitors” for their knack at gathering information were seated in the library once more, with Barnabas pouring over books and Alice sitting at the table across from her brother messing around on her smartphone. Barnabas was studying in an attempt to form some plan of attack for the assault against the Kings; he also had a stack of books he was reading for pleasure in between his studies. Alice was very tense despite playing games on her phone; Barnabas wasn’t necessarily tense, but his mind was going over and over the events that occurred in the cafeteria.
The truth was, that he too couldn’t shake the feeling that he and his sister had targets painted on them now, and he didn’t like that. He knew nothing of what sort of hit squads AMRO could send after them, but he was going to be prepared for anything. Among his notes were the blueprints to the bunker they were currently stationed at. He studied the halls over and over again until he knew them without even glancing at the blueprints anymore. He had also traced out a path in the bunker and drawn two sigils in strategic locations as well as had one carved into a throwing card he had on his person.
Alice watched her brother over her phone; she knew the face he was making. It meant he was thinking hard about something, and judging by their conversation, Alice guessed it was what AMRO could do to them and what he planned to do in response to whatever action they took towards the twins. Alice trusted in her brother’s mind to make a plan to counter AMRO’s actions and protect them. She would make sure they bother survived. They had lost too much in the past to lose each other now. She slid her phone back into her pocket and began thinking of what could possibly happen now. Barnabas continued pouring over his books, all the while keeping his guard up and the marked card at the ready just in case.
My internet is back up. I will try to post sometime today or tomorrow.
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