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Or in Cade, Samad and Omar's case, they weren't there yet. :P I don't like that much 'convenience' in rp, it feels odd.
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Relevant Information about The Brawl:
There are five Asylums circling Maeve. One of them has electrified gloves. The other four weapons are up to your discretion to decide.
Three Asylums are attacking Kiara. One has a police baton, another has a baseball bat, and a third has a kendo stick.
The two Banshees are on opposite ends of the cafeteria from one another.
Everyone who wasn't one of the original ten Asylums or Reri had earplugs shoved into their ears uncerimonously. These plugs blocked Maeve's scream and prevented their eardrums from being burst, while still allowing the wearers to hear normally.
There are five Asylums circling Maeve. One of them has electrified gloves. The other four weapons are up to your discretion to decide.
Three Asylums are attacking Kiara. One has a police baton, another has a baseball bat, and a third has a kendo stick.
The two Banshees are on opposite ends of the cafeteria from one another.
Everyone who wasn't one of the original ten Asylums or Reri had earplugs shoved into their ears uncerimonously. These plugs blocked Maeve's scream and prevented their eardrums from being burst, while still allowing the wearers to hear normally.
The Brawl.
A Xoddy and Rtron Collaboration.
Maeve’s eyes narrowed at the title of ‘Celtic Queens’ but she made no reply. It wouldn’t do any good regardless. He’d just make an annoying quip or remark. The two Banshees changed their course and approached the Ante Mortem. Noticeably, they didn’t approach with the caution or worry other Asylums had. They were used to the mad duo by now, having run on missions with them before. “Nice to see you to Rin.” Kiara replied, smiling slightly. Maeve merely rolled her eyes, focusing instead on Angel. Her eyebrows rose as he made his offer, Kiara’s mirroring the action perfectly. They were surprised. And suspicious. Angel didn’t do anything like this unless he expected wholesale amusement from it. Usually at the expense of whomever he had just paid. On the other hand, two coins for Ourosboros would be extremely useful, and not just for the entire debauchery spiel.
“So, you want me to punch a guy through a fishtank. Fair enough. I’m down.” Maeve moved to go over to the Asylum in question, stopping as Kiara’s hand touched her arm. “Why. What’d he do to offend the mighty Ante Mortem just enough to warrant a beating, but not enough that you go over there and do it yourself?” She asked, quirking an eyebrow at the tall man.
Angel casually glanced towards the direction of Kiara, his chin resting upon his arms, a look of complete bewilderment. He had just offered the two a deal, they would probably never get, and even then it was questioned? How typical, he thought being well aware of Kiara’s saintly personality. “I could pull rank….” Angel replied with a slight smirk, “I am a Lost Number and my Partner is a Chrono, we are not really allowed to cause a scene…..it will result in a political upheaval.” The Reaper finished, finally lifting his head to look upon the two Banshees. “As to why? It is simple…...I do not like his face, it is the face of one who forgets his place and revels under false pretense.”
Kiara smiled in both amusement and quiet enjoyment. Mad as he was, Angel was always interesting to talk to. “We all know that even with the rank of Chrono you can’t make us beat up someone you just don’t like in Innocence. There are rules, and we don’t all have your protection.” Her smile grew wider at the reason he wasn’t doing it himself. “My, my. Must be a very dangerous political climate to make the Ante Mortem wary of disturbing it. Fair enough. We’ll do it. You give us the coins and the dubious protection from backlash that Rin can offer, and Maeve will go over and punch him through a fish tank. I’ll stay back and make sure his friends don’t beat her into the ground.”
Maeve bared her teeth in a vicious grin. “I haven’t had a good fight in ages!”
“Literally two days.”
”Ages. Hold on to my coat please? I don’t want to ruin it.”
With that, she tossed her coat to Kiara and sauntered off towards the Asylum in question, humming lightly to herself.
Kiara rolled her eyes and got up, leaving Maeve’s jacket, and walked towards the lunch line. Maeve stopped as well, scowling at her partner in impatience. The Shadow Queen waved a cheery hand at her partner as she stood in line, smiling cheekly. Maeve responded with a rude gesture. Still, she waited as Kiara got her hot tea and returned, gently blowing on the boiling hot liquid as she sat across from the Ante Mortem. She looked sideways at Angel, watching her partner approach the unfortunate Asylum. “So. What has he done or is going to do that will piss Maeve and/or myself off? You wouldn’t send her in unless you expected a brutal brawl. And you already know that she’s going to treat this like a game unless pushed to far. What’s going to be the tipping point?”
“Of course I expect a brawl, little banshee,” the Reaper replied with a kind smile while casually stealing a spoon of Rin’s ice-cream, for which he received a blank stare from the Chrono, possibly disapproval behind the callous demeanour. “Mine,” the Chrono coldly lashed back before pushing her desert to the side and away from the swindling fiend.
“You see my dear, I have this medical condition.” Angel continued, heaving a sarcastic sigh of depression as if plagued by a terminal illness. “I am terribly allergic to human debris, surely you wouldn’t want me to sully my hands and get unwell,” he crowed while maintaining his gentle smile, clearly pleased from the taste of spoonful of chocolate he just had. “Maeve on the other hand is not like you or I,” the Crimson waistcoat wearing Lost Number casually continued while tapping the frame of his spectacles. “She is a warrior at heart and thrives on the battlefield, you usher her in the right direction and she will find conflict where it exists.” As he continued he couldn’t help but stare in the direction of the other Banshee who was making her way to the Asylum. “The personalities of those two are complete opposite, they are like dynamites about to brush against each other…..you wait….and eventually….boom”
“You realize,” Kiara shrugged off her cape and idly put the long barrel of E.L.G into her hand, taking a drink of her tea. “if he has done something really bad, and she finds out, she’ll kill him. And I won’t stop her.” She slid two pairs of earplugs across the table to the Ante Mortem. “Here. You might want to put these in. If it's going to be as big of a boom as Angel hopes, you two would like to be able to hear things and not have your eardrums burst.”
Angel couldn’t help but shrug nonchalantly, the significance of that Asylum’s life was next to dirt, why would the Reaper care if he be killed? “I will be indifferent to his death, however I will not be able to extend the same degree of protection to you both if your partner murders an Asylum within the premises of Innocence.” He finished in a tone that would convey the underlying message, every deal has a clause and even the Devil must obey the laws of the contract. With that said, he accepted the pair of earplugs from Kiara, whereas Rin merely dumped her pair in an empty ice-cream bowl.
Kiara shrugged at Reri. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you.” She turned her slightly apprehensive gaze back to Maeve as the celtic woman approached her target.
“I hear you’ve been telling stories!” Maeve called as she approached. The obnoxious asylum looked up, mildly annoyed at being interrupted mid story. His annoyed scowl turned into a leer as his eyes roved over her form. Maeve smiled at him. “Mind telling me one?” “Sure. I always love making beautiful women ache to sleep with me.” Maeve’s smile twitched. “Which one do you want to hear?” “Why don’t we start with the most recent one?”
The obnoxious asylum grinned, and began repeating his story.
Maeve’s hand tightened into a fist as he reached the end, repeating what he did to the children.
Kiara sighed, finishing the rest of her tea and standing up.
Bone spread from the wires around Maeve’s fist, covering it. “Is that so?” Maeve asked after he finished, words carefully articulated. The eyes of the students around her went wide as they saw what was happening. The obnoxious asylum, oblivious as he continued to eye fuck Maeve, responded flippantly. “That’s right sugar tits. Why? Want me to impale your ass t-”
He suddenly flew backwards and smashed through the fish tank, slamming into the wall behind it. Water and glass was everywhere, and dead silence reigned. Maeve cracked her knuckles, bone flowing over her body.
The obnoxious asylum stood up, blood streaming from his shattered nose and various cuts on his body. “WHO THE FUCK DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!” He screamed, taking moving towards the red haired woman. Maeve grinned at him. “Maeve. Of the Bean Sidhes, Banshees if you prefer. Right now though?” The bone flowed over her head and mouth, making a grinning skull, muffing her next words. “Tá mé do tromluí is measa.” The man stopped for a moment, recognizing the name. “Leibhéal 3.” The emerald gem on Maeve’s neck shone a bright green from within. Nine other asylums began to move, heading towards Maeve and her victim. His friends.
Shadows leapt around the students, and others in the cafeteria, shoving earbuds into their ears, almost impossible to see. The nine asylums were left alone.
The obnoxious asylum tried to move, slipping on water. Maeve leapt through the shattered fish tank, and then screamed at him.
A solid wall of sound slammed into her victim, lifting him off his feet and pinning him against the wall. The nine asylums screamed in pain, stumbling or falling and covering their ears. Kiara felt sorry for them. Having burst eardrums was an excruciating experience.
She moved quickly towards them, her cloak flowing down her arm and wrapping tightly around it, hardening into a weapon. As soon as she was within range, she slammed the barrel of E.L.G into the back of the head of one of the Asylums. She felt sorry. But not that sorry. The man fell to the ground, unconscious. Maeve was still screaming, and Kiara could see bones poking out in various places of her victim’s body.
She began moving to another downed asylum as Maeve ran out of breath. Her victim fell to the ground, and was on him immediately. She kicked him in the ribs and chest, shouting at him. “Céard atá mícheart? Ní féidir leat troid i gcoinne duine nach bhfuil leanbh!” More blood sprayed as he cried out in pain, jerking back.
Kiara moved quickly, trying to take down another Asylum before they healed their eardrums. Just as she swung her barrel at the head of another, he rolled out of the way. Kiara cursed, launching her cloak at him. It hardened into a fist, sweeping towards him. Kiara was suddenly knocked to the side as another asylum kicked her in the ribs. Crying out in pain, she rolled back to her feet, her cloak returning to her in an instant. Three more Asylums had gotten up, rolling their shoulders and looking at Kiara in irritation. They were all bringing out their own weapons. One was pulling on a pair of gloves, another sliding brass knuckles, the third holding a baton, and the fourth had a baseball bat. Lovely. This is going to hurt.
The other five were still recovering. Perhaps stunned, perhaps still trying to cling to the rules of the parley. Not important right now. What was important was the four Asylums rapidly closing in on her.
Kiara lashed out with her cloak again, clipping the one with brass knuckles. The other three leapt at her in an instant. “Level 1!” Kiara dodged a baseball bat, kicking him in the stomach, and blocked the baton with her cloak. She drew in a breath to scream, only to have a gloved hand close around her neck. A shock of lightning later, and she flew backwards, slamming into the wall. She lay there for a moment, stunned. She tried to scream, but all she did was normally shout, drawing chuckles. Gloves had disabled her B.S.C. Strong hands closed around her arms, holding her up. She was dragged forward, vaguely noticing gold glinting on knuckles. “This is going to hurt you more than it’s going to hurt us ‘Shadow Queen.’” A rough voice mocked. She saw a flash of gold as someone lifted their fist. ”Maeve!” Her cry was both mental and vocal, desperation and confusion making her incautious.
Maeve whirled around, dropping the obnoxious asylum from the death grip she had on him. Her knuckles were even bloodier than her feet, and blood covered the rest of her in splatters. The obnoxious Asylum was both silent and unmoving. Maeve snarled as she saw the situation Kiara was in, leaping through the fish tank again. “Hey! Catch seo tú bastards!” She picked up the table next to her, and slung it like a frisbee towards the Asylums. The two asylums holding her up leapt out of the way. The brass knuckled asylum wasn’t so quick. The table smashed into his back, flinging him forward and trapping him against the wall. He went limp, eyes rolling in the back of his head. Kiara thought she could see bone poking out of his spine.
The gloved asylum moved quickly, lunging for Maeve’s own collar. The Celtic woman jerked away, but not fast enough. Lightning sparked through her neck, and she snarled in pain as she slid backwards. He came at her again, perhaps trying to give her a stronger volt this time. Foolish. Grabbing Gloves’ extended arm, she threw him into the wall behind her. In an instant, four more asylums were on her. The other five had recovered.
Maeve spewed curses in Irish, her armor taking the brunt of the blows, and started swinging. The smarter ones leapt back. Those that didn’t were thrown back with broken noses or jaws. Maeve stood tall, breathing heavy and snarling at the asylums around her. They stared at her for a moment, unsure of what to do about the armor. Then all five of them started circling her, like a pack of hyenas. “Cladhaire fucking. An comhrac agus a bhfuil tú roinnt liathróidí!” They didn’t. Every time she tried to attack one, the others would leap in and force her to defend herself, striking hard against her armor. Cracks were beginning to show in her armor.
Kiara was in no better position. Mindful of the rules of Innocence, she could only quickly and barely use her alchemy. A shadow tugging a swinging arm for a millisecond, giving her time to run. Another shadow wrapping around a leg for the briefest of times, tripping the victim. So on so forth. Despite all this, the three remaining asylum were hard pressing her. She dodged what she could and took the brunt of what she couldn’t. Her ribs hurt, probably cracked, and she was already blooming new bruises across her face and arms. The Shadow Queen stumbled backwards as a baton cracked across her face. God I hope that didn’t knock a tooth out. She thought inanely, righting herself into a defensive position as fast as possible. Spitting blood, she grimaced at the baseball bat, baton, and the kendo stick wielding asylums. “Is that all you’ve got? I’ve took worse beatings from my grandma when I was five.”
Vestec is trapped in college (Which will end soon!)
You have two months before he starts breaking things again.
I'll try to spruce up the Rovaick here and there with what little free time I have.
You have two months before he starts breaking things again.
I'll try to spruce up the Rovaick here and there with what little free time I have.
Several Hours later, Unknown Location in Yarosmere.
"We have good news, and we have bad news." Sahra began. The College students had all been rounded up and taken to the back of the cave system, where the two leaders of the Resistance were waiting. "The good news is that we know where your friends are and we can get you to them fairly quickly. It's also highly likely that none of you will be harmed by the 'King' as he invited you here in the first place. Regardless, we'll have soldiers in place to help if anything goes incredibly wrong." She smiled reassuringly. "It probably won't though. Even he's not crazy enough to piss off the world's largest source of master mages."
Mak spoke next. "The bad news is that to get close to him without being grilled by the guards, or worse Yolin, it has to look like you didn't just have a fun time eating most of our supplies," He looked pointedly at Baulder, "or wandering around the caves. Which means we're going to have to beat you. Not severely, but enough that it looks like you put up a fight and didn't answer any of our questions. Then, we'll drop you outside the the palace and you'll be taken to the medical ward and then to the dinner with the King. This will be the first time you or your friends have met him. Be on your guard. He hides his madness and cruelty behind a powerful degree of charm. Don't let him fool you. He would just as soon skin you alive as treat you as a guest. If anything goes wrong, break one of these emblems." He slid a few black stones across the table. They seemed to absorb the light, and were cold to the touch. "They'll alert Sahra that you need help, and she'll send us in."
He waved a dismissive hand. "THat's only if it all goes wrong though. It's far more likely you'll have to stomach sitting with a monster, and then be sent on your merry way the next day to describe the situation to the college. Any questions?"
Sansar, Yarosmere
"I'm sure you're all tired and hungry from the days events, so sit, eat, reenergize yourself!" Yolin declared, ushering them into a room. They had spent the last few hours going from room to room as Yolin droned on about what each purpose served, and the staff there. He was very excited about it, for a reason Aramir couldn't fathom. It had all nearly bored her to death. Regardless, food was being wheeled in in small plates.
"You'll be eating with the King soon, so do try not to fill up. These are just pick me ups, something to wake you up and energize yourselves. THere are washrooms to your left if you'd like to freshen up. I'll be back to collect you after a while." With that, Yolin turned on his heel and left, presumably to go make sure the King's dinner service would be ready and perfect.
Aramir looked around, disinterestedly glancing at the food left by the staff. "Well. The people seem very happy under this King's rule. Aside from the bloodsport, fanaticism, and genocide of an entire race, he doesn't seem to be doing that bad of a job." She offered to their small group.
Althalus, Nox
"Gee, I wonder why. It can't be because you appeared out of nowhere in this treachero-wait where are you going? The other group is dead or dying!" Althalus called after Darell and Annabeth as they both headed into the shadows. He cursed, reluctantly following Helena as the two of them walked towards the sounds of death and murder. Silence grew and stretched out as they approached, making Althalus nervous. Silence was never good after something that sounded as violent as that. It usually meant that whoever had won wasn't going to be distracted by its victims anymore.
Much to his surprise, there were still survivors. Less survivors by the second, he noted as a corpse flew over head and splattered into a nearby wall. Althalus idly stepped the side as Helena stepped back, waving a hand forward and through her in a gesture towards the beast. "Nitemare. Nasty little bastards. Teleportation, prehensile tails with knives on the end of them, and all the power of a warhorse behind those horns. We have an idiot who ran into here blind, a boy with a rapier, Annabeth, Colette, and you. Grab my knives and stay back. Annabeth has the training to not be gutted by this thing, and Colette should be fast enough not to be. Hopefully Daren or whatever his name was knows something other than 'run blindly in' and rapier boy over there didn't just get lucky. Do try not to hit our friends with my knives. They're very expensive and would go straight into vital organs. I'll go see what I can do, seeing as I'm about as solid as a wall of fog."
"We have good news, and we have bad news." Sahra began. The College students had all been rounded up and taken to the back of the cave system, where the two leaders of the Resistance were waiting. "The good news is that we know where your friends are and we can get you to them fairly quickly. It's also highly likely that none of you will be harmed by the 'King' as he invited you here in the first place. Regardless, we'll have soldiers in place to help if anything goes incredibly wrong." She smiled reassuringly. "It probably won't though. Even he's not crazy enough to piss off the world's largest source of master mages."
Mak spoke next. "The bad news is that to get close to him without being grilled by the guards, or worse Yolin, it has to look like you didn't just have a fun time eating most of our supplies," He looked pointedly at Baulder, "or wandering around the caves. Which means we're going to have to beat you. Not severely, but enough that it looks like you put up a fight and didn't answer any of our questions. Then, we'll drop you outside the the palace and you'll be taken to the medical ward and then to the dinner with the King. This will be the first time you or your friends have met him. Be on your guard. He hides his madness and cruelty behind a powerful degree of charm. Don't let him fool you. He would just as soon skin you alive as treat you as a guest. If anything goes wrong, break one of these emblems." He slid a few black stones across the table. They seemed to absorb the light, and were cold to the touch. "They'll alert Sahra that you need help, and she'll send us in."
He waved a dismissive hand. "THat's only if it all goes wrong though. It's far more likely you'll have to stomach sitting with a monster, and then be sent on your merry way the next day to describe the situation to the college. Any questions?"
Sansar, Yarosmere
"I'm sure you're all tired and hungry from the days events, so sit, eat, reenergize yourself!" Yolin declared, ushering them into a room. They had spent the last few hours going from room to room as Yolin droned on about what each purpose served, and the staff there. He was very excited about it, for a reason Aramir couldn't fathom. It had all nearly bored her to death. Regardless, food was being wheeled in in small plates.
"You'll be eating with the King soon, so do try not to fill up. These are just pick me ups, something to wake you up and energize yourselves. THere are washrooms to your left if you'd like to freshen up. I'll be back to collect you after a while." With that, Yolin turned on his heel and left, presumably to go make sure the King's dinner service would be ready and perfect.
Aramir looked around, disinterestedly glancing at the food left by the staff. "Well. The people seem very happy under this King's rule. Aside from the bloodsport, fanaticism, and genocide of an entire race, he doesn't seem to be doing that bad of a job." She offered to their small group.
Althalus, Nox
"Gee, I wonder why. It can't be because you appeared out of nowhere in this treachero-wait where are you going? The other group is dead or dying!" Althalus called after Darell and Annabeth as they both headed into the shadows. He cursed, reluctantly following Helena as the two of them walked towards the sounds of death and murder. Silence grew and stretched out as they approached, making Althalus nervous. Silence was never good after something that sounded as violent as that. It usually meant that whoever had won wasn't going to be distracted by its victims anymore.
Much to his surprise, there were still survivors. Less survivors by the second, he noted as a corpse flew over head and splattered into a nearby wall. Althalus idly stepped the side as Helena stepped back, waving a hand forward and through her in a gesture towards the beast. "Nitemare. Nasty little bastards. Teleportation, prehensile tails with knives on the end of them, and all the power of a warhorse behind those horns. We have an idiot who ran into here blind, a boy with a rapier, Annabeth, Colette, and you. Grab my knives and stay back. Annabeth has the training to not be gutted by this thing, and Colette should be fast enough not to be. Hopefully Daren or whatever his name was knows something other than 'run blindly in' and rapier boy over there didn't just get lucky. Do try not to hit our friends with my knives. They're very expensive and would go straight into vital organs. I'll go see what I can do, seeing as I'm about as solid as a wall of fog."
Heeerrre
"I hate this ship." Maeve complained as she walked with her partner. "Whenever we're on here they always send us on some shit mission of doom and despair." Kiara raised an eyebrow, smirking slightly. "I thought you liked those types of missions? Called them 'Exciting and thrilling' if I remember correctly." Maeve shook her head, waving a dismissive hand. "That was before we started getting handed shitty mission after shitty mission. Like that one in the Pacific Islands. With the cult and the cannibals? Started here. The one in Beijing where we had to go through a small army of rogues to get out? Started here too. I could go on, but missions always suck whenever they start here."
Kiara smiled wider. "Oh you mean like that mission in Bangkok? Where you got really drunk and-" "Shut up, we're never talking about it again." Her partner chuckled quietly, her black cloak swirling about her as she walked. "We'll go get you some food and alcohol and you'll feel better. We're supposed to get some help this time, so you'll be able to drool over some female Asylums." They were making there way to the ship's cafeteria. It was the best place to meet up with their potential partners and figure out any hint about their mission.
They had been called onto the Innocence airship yesterday. The reasons for their summons was cryptic and vague, but they could assume it was bad. Bad enough that they were called immediately after finishing another mission, given no time to breathe or recuperate. It had fortunately been another easy seek and destroy mission. They had found the target and eliminated her in under a week. Three hours later they had been hustled into a ship and flown to the Innocence. Their questions were met with only the barest facts. Bloodline members dying. Tensions growing. War on the horizon.
Maeve was excited at least.
"The way things go on this ship our partners are all probably men. Or the Ante Mortem. They probably don't even sell alcohol on this stupid ship anymore." Maeve grumbled as they entered the cafeteria, rolling her shoulders. Her eyes scanned the cafeteria, looking for a potential fight or someone to flirt with. She idly rubbed the emerald gem around her throat, looking for something of interest. Her shoulders suddenly slumped and she groaned in despair. "I had to open my mouth. Didn't I."
Kiara smiled grimly as she looked at the two Ante Mortem in the cafeteria. "Yes. You did."
Kiara smiled wider. "Oh you mean like that mission in Bangkok? Where you got really drunk and-" "Shut up, we're never talking about it again." Her partner chuckled quietly, her black cloak swirling about her as she walked. "We'll go get you some food and alcohol and you'll feel better. We're supposed to get some help this time, so you'll be able to drool over some female Asylums." They were making there way to the ship's cafeteria. It was the best place to meet up with their potential partners and figure out any hint about their mission.
They had been called onto the Innocence airship yesterday. The reasons for their summons was cryptic and vague, but they could assume it was bad. Bad enough that they were called immediately after finishing another mission, given no time to breathe or recuperate. It had fortunately been another easy seek and destroy mission. They had found the target and eliminated her in under a week. Three hours later they had been hustled into a ship and flown to the Innocence. Their questions were met with only the barest facts. Bloodline members dying. Tensions growing. War on the horizon.
Maeve was excited at least.
"The way things go on this ship our partners are all probably men. Or the Ante Mortem. They probably don't even sell alcohol on this stupid ship anymore." Maeve grumbled as they entered the cafeteria, rolling her shoulders. Her eyes scanned the cafeteria, looking for a potential fight or someone to flirt with. She idly rubbed the emerald gem around her throat, looking for something of interest. Her shoulders suddenly slumped and she groaned in despair. "I had to open my mouth. Didn't I."
Kiara smiled grimly as she looked at the two Ante Mortem in the cafeteria. "Yes. You did."
~| The Jedi Temple on Coruscant |~
~| Day 1, 11th hour |~
~| Day 1, 11th hour |~
Temple Entrance, Zanna.
Zanna carefully stepped through the bodies and rubble, looking about in mild disgust. "Such waste. Would have been much better to force surrender." She sighed as she checked the alchemical substances hidden on her body, making sure that they were secured. It wouldn't do to have them spill free and spray about wildly. She wouldn't be able to make anymore for a while. A very short while, if everything went as she hoped, but nothing was certain in the political world of the sith.
"Might as well get this over with. Couldn't just stay on the ship, no. I had to go down here and capture some Jedi. Could've spent so much time making proper substances for the interrogations. But the Darth insisted that everyone goes down here and capture various subjects." Zanna complained quietly to herself, heading towards the quieter areas of the temple. The Jedi that were least likely to put up a fight would be avoiding the actual conflict itself. Which served her purposes nicely, and had the added bonus of making sure she didn't run into any brutes like Sish. Zanna's lip curled at the thought of the Trandoshan Lord. She moved more quickly towards the hallway, heading towards the emptiness of the halls.
She hadn't gotten far before she found her first survivor. A Temple Guard, unfortunately. The man was injured, breathing rapidly and irregularly as he held a wound in his side. Fear and panic rolled off of him in waves, increasing drastically as he saw Zanna. He lifted his blaster and fired wild shots at her in desperation. They all missed, some wildly, but Zanna flinched away in fear nonetheless. Adrenaline rushed through her and she automatically lashed out with lightning, pinning the man to the wall. She held him there for a few moments, dropping him as the adrenaline faded away. She made a faint face of disgust as the smell of charred flesh reached her. "Disgusting."
~| The Jedi Temple on Coruscant |~
~| Day 1, 11th hour |~
~| Day 1, 11th hour |~
Temple Archives, Nazca
@Ellri
Nazca idly wandered the halls of the temple, whistling to herself. It wasn't like she had anything better to do. Her boring youngling classes were over and the only people who would play pazaak with her were nowhere to be found. Her eyes settled on an approaching temple guard. They usually had something interesting stashed in their pockets or along their belts. Not like the jedi all around them. She continued to idly walk along, looking up at the ceiling above her. As the guard passed her by, she gently brushed by him, hand going for whatever happened to be in his pocket. An unseen force grabbed her and rather sternly pushed her away from the temple guard. She gave an annoyed sigh, turning around to see the jedi that was tasked to follow her. They didn't trust her not to cause trouble after the first few times people's things went missing. Nazca eyed her follower balefully. "You could at least play pazaak with me. It'd help with the boredom." He merely shook his head, disapproval radiating off of him.
"Schutta." She muttered under her breath, earning an even sterner look. She began to whistle as she walked on, looking for something to entertain herself. She hadn't gotten a few steps before a muffled boom shook the temple. Everyone paused, then rushed towards the source of it, dozens of lightsabers being drawn in an instant. Her follower glanced at her for only a moment, saying, "Stay here." Before running off with the rest of them. Nazca stared after him for a moment longer, then snorted. "Yeah, like I'm going to stay around while the temple is exploding." She ran in the opposite direction, moving surely through the temple. She hadn't been here long, but she had memorized most of it's layout. It wasn't all that different from Nar Shadda, in terms of confusing twists and turns. She began to hurry as the unmistakeable sounds of fighting began to echo through the halls. That can't be good.
She made a brief stop at a secluded alcove along the way. Reaching behind the statue (some dead jedi. She didn't know who.), she pulled out a blaster and grinned. It was the last thing she had managed to get before they stuck her follower onto her, and it looked like it would be coming in handy fairly soon. She glanced around the corner of the alcove, making sure there wasn't any Sith (that would be the only faction with the guts to attack the jedi temple like this) around, before heading out again.
It didn't take her long to reach her destination; The Archives. Secluded, defensive, and likely low on the priority list for most attackers. Perfect for her needs. Unfortunately, as she made her way into the archives, someone was already there. Someone who wasn't supposed to be, judging from the hissing sounds of a lightsaber slowly cutting through something. Nazca slowed her approach, almost unconsciously sinking into a quiet crouch as she moved forward towards the sound. Her pulse began to pound and she gripped the blaster tighter as she rounded the corner and saw the sith, red lightsaber and all. Cantox's words sprang unbidden to her mind.
The first rule of hit and run warfare; Always shoot them in the back if you can.
Nazca smiled slightly, before aiming the blaster at the Sith's back. This is going to take several shots...why didn't I take him up on his offer of shooting lessons? Light side of the Force or what the hell ever, please let this hit. With that prayer sent away, Nazca fired at the sith, loosing several blasts in short succession.
Hey @Rtron, how many Fallen Angels still exist in Galbar? And how would they react if they saw Niciel again?
Not much. A hundred at most?
It'd vary. Some would just flee. Some would jeer at her. Some would claim she made them turn to Chaos, because all she did was cower in her mountains. So on so forth.
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