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You're an interesting species. An interesting mix. You're capable of such beautiful dreams, and such horrible nightmares. You feel so lost, so cut off, so alone, only you're not. See, in all our searching, the only thing we've found that makes the emptiness bearable, is each other.
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As the unlikely trio neared the Knights' depot, as Kalim stifled a smile, listening to their worry, and the brother's complaint. It would be rather interesting if any of the villagers did actually decide to strike out against them, but Kalim strongly suspected that they wouldn't. Hell, he doubted if many of them could tell the difference between fairies, and those that could would be too smart to have caused issues in the first place. Intelligence was far too rare in these parts. As for Lii's question...
"Oh, I'm just a simple man with simple pleasures, from humble beginnings. I was a normal citizen like you. As I began changing from boy to man, I grew bored, being the son of a farmer. So I entered the Knight's Tournament, and walked away as the only Knight Victorious. And here I am, a mere Lieutenant, serving the important people with some aspirations and dreams."
He led the way to the massive doors of the Depot's Office, guarded by two armored Knights, shining in their ebony glory. On the left was a massive human, well over six feet tall, a giant axe in hand. His partner was a white eyed Moon Fey, in the standard black armor with a two handed sword that appeared to be made of ice. Their eyes glared coldly at the fairies, nodding at the Lieutenant. He smirked lightly, a furred brow raising slightly at the man. Then in a blur of movement, he'd drawn both of his knives, one held at the man's throat, the other holding the ice-like sword at bay.
The Moon Fey spoke, "Seems it is a draw this time."
"Wrong again Glacia."
He then flicked his eyes downward. There she'd see the long, sharp claws of his feet just inside the gap of her plate armor, just by the major artery in her leg. She had no idea how he managed to block her attack with a single foot as his base, and cursed him for it. They all quickly sheathed their weapons, and nodded once more, Kalim smiling even bigger. Crossing the threshold into the building, one could see the many desks, occupied by knights, though not in full armor, busy at work. Squires and pages, fully armored as part of their training, rushed about with papers and parcels. He walked up to the central desk, a thin woman there, "Is she in?"
The woman didn't look up from the scroll she scribbled upon, simply gesturing toward a resplendent pair of doors up a set of stairs behind her. Everyone was far too busy to stare at Kalim and his entourage. Kalim stopped at the doors, "Be sure to be completely honest with her, and only speak when she questions you directly. Are you two ready?"
"Oh, I'm just a simple man with simple pleasures, from humble beginnings. I was a normal citizen like you. As I began changing from boy to man, I grew bored, being the son of a farmer. So I entered the Knight's Tournament, and walked away as the only Knight Victorious. And here I am, a mere Lieutenant, serving the important people with some aspirations and dreams."
He led the way to the massive doors of the Depot's Office, guarded by two armored Knights, shining in their ebony glory. On the left was a massive human, well over six feet tall, a giant axe in hand. His partner was a white eyed Moon Fey, in the standard black armor with a two handed sword that appeared to be made of ice. Their eyes glared coldly at the fairies, nodding at the Lieutenant. He smirked lightly, a furred brow raising slightly at the man. Then in a blur of movement, he'd drawn both of his knives, one held at the man's throat, the other holding the ice-like sword at bay.
The Moon Fey spoke, "Seems it is a draw this time."
"Wrong again Glacia."
He then flicked his eyes downward. There she'd see the long, sharp claws of his feet just inside the gap of her plate armor, just by the major artery in her leg. She had no idea how he managed to block her attack with a single foot as his base, and cursed him for it. They all quickly sheathed their weapons, and nodded once more, Kalim smiling even bigger. Crossing the threshold into the building, one could see the many desks, occupied by knights, though not in full armor, busy at work. Squires and pages, fully armored as part of their training, rushed about with papers and parcels. He walked up to the central desk, a thin woman there, "Is she in?"
The woman didn't look up from the scroll she scribbled upon, simply gesturing toward a resplendent pair of doors up a set of stairs behind her. Everyone was far too busy to stare at Kalim and his entourage. Kalim stopped at the doors, "Be sure to be completely honest with her, and only speak when she questions you directly. Are you two ready?"
Lyle's eyes were locked with the female's, knowing that she'd be the most ferocious of the pair, out of sheer desperation. He tried to convey the fact that he had no desire to fight, but was more than capable. The female cocked her head, then grunted toward her mate. She moved toward the door, while the male growled and covered her movements, ready to attack should Lyle become aggressive. Then there was a sharp sound from inside, what sounded like the girl had stumbled on something. In panic, the female darted through the door, the male lunged toward him.
Lyle got his maces up, and stepped into the tackle. He couldn't stop the sheer force of the beast, it was too strong and heavy, but he was able to at least slip past the outstretched claws, while forcing the handle of his mace between the jaws of it. The tackle forced him back hard into the wall of the house, shaking the entire structure, causing him to drop his other mace. One hand was locked into keeping the creature's jaws at bay, but now his spare was focused on keeping the beast close to chest. He wasn't trying to kill it, simply keep him in a bear hug stalemate. However, the other claw found purchase, carving deep crimson grooves into his muscled arm and chest.
The female arrived just in time to see the girl free the pup from its shackle. She snarled the most menacing growls she mustered at the girl, clearly the most powerful of warnings. Her eyes locked on the woman's, daring her to move. The pup rushed to its mother, yipping happily. The moment it stood beneath her massive body, the mother clearly relaxed a bit. She turned and stepped outside, snarling at her mate. He backed off Lyle with a snap of the jaws, a taunt suggesting he would've won. Lyle growled back angrily, but let him go as he saw the pup.
"Y'alright in there lass?" He wondered how many lives were lost today because of one fool hunter. If Gunther was lucky, the wolves already killed him. The fog was starting to clear as the sun rose higher. He watched as they sauntered off. Then he heard the sound all hunters knew. The creak as a bow drew, followed by the snap of the string. Before he could even shot for them to stop, he watched black arrows slam into the two dire wolves' bodies. They were dead before they collapsed to the ground, their bodies providing temporary shelter for the pup, preventing it from being shot at. Lyle looked toward the archers, Ebon Knights atop a house across the way, "There was no need to do that, you bloody bastards!" Lyle reached for his other mace, only for an arrow to sink into the ground between his hand and handle. He heard the officer in charge, "Keep in an eye on this one, you, go put down the pup." One of the archers climbed down, and began stalking toward the pup and its dead parents.
Lyle got his maces up, and stepped into the tackle. He couldn't stop the sheer force of the beast, it was too strong and heavy, but he was able to at least slip past the outstretched claws, while forcing the handle of his mace between the jaws of it. The tackle forced him back hard into the wall of the house, shaking the entire structure, causing him to drop his other mace. One hand was locked into keeping the creature's jaws at bay, but now his spare was focused on keeping the beast close to chest. He wasn't trying to kill it, simply keep him in a bear hug stalemate. However, the other claw found purchase, carving deep crimson grooves into his muscled arm and chest.
The female arrived just in time to see the girl free the pup from its shackle. She snarled the most menacing growls she mustered at the girl, clearly the most powerful of warnings. Her eyes locked on the woman's, daring her to move. The pup rushed to its mother, yipping happily. The moment it stood beneath her massive body, the mother clearly relaxed a bit. She turned and stepped outside, snarling at her mate. He backed off Lyle with a snap of the jaws, a taunt suggesting he would've won. Lyle growled back angrily, but let him go as he saw the pup.
"Y'alright in there lass?" He wondered how many lives were lost today because of one fool hunter. If Gunther was lucky, the wolves already killed him. The fog was starting to clear as the sun rose higher. He watched as they sauntered off. Then he heard the sound all hunters knew. The creak as a bow drew, followed by the snap of the string. Before he could even shot for them to stop, he watched black arrows slam into the two dire wolves' bodies. They were dead before they collapsed to the ground, their bodies providing temporary shelter for the pup, preventing it from being shot at. Lyle looked toward the archers, Ebon Knights atop a house across the way, "There was no need to do that, you bloody bastards!" Lyle reached for his other mace, only for an arrow to sink into the ground between his hand and handle. He heard the officer in charge, "Keep in an eye on this one, you, go put down the pup." One of the archers climbed down, and began stalking toward the pup and its dead parents.
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An old, digital alarm clock shattered against the wall of the common room, followed by a frustrated, feral snarl from the explosives expert. She had many wires, chips, and other gadgets from nonessential electronics littered atop the pool table. Trish had been toiling for a few hours now, since the wee hours of the morning, at developing a proper trigger for her personal device. No matter which direction she led her creation, she ran into either of two problems. Either the trigger was too big to not be discovered should she be captured, or it was too small to program with her limited abilities. Her, and her father, preferred hard wired bombs and not anything with programming involved. Old school he called it.
Even now she could hear his taunting laugh, felt the phantom bruises that were no longer there when his laughing turned to frustration toward her. She slumped down to the floor, trying to calm down, to vent, relax. Recalling an old supplier of hers, she sat with legs crossed, knees raised, wrists resting atop them. Slowly she breathed through her nose, out through her mouth, trying to push the memories away, to bring her focus to the here and now. However, this led her mind to recall every time she'd been captured, held against her will. Every single time, her arms had been restrained, and often all of her possessions confiscated. She would need an internal trigger. Exhaling once more, that left a single type of trigger. And it was going to hurt.
Moving quickly to the kitchen, she searched and searched until she found some powdered milk, hoping it would do. Mixing it with water, she put it in a shallow dish, and returned to the common room. Fetching a pair of pliers, she steeled herself for the pain soon to come. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she reached the pliers in, and gripped them around one of her back molars. She began pulling, both down, and to the side, feeling spikes of pain shooting up her jaw. Eventually it ripped free, a single drop of blood staining the pool table's felt. Quickly she set it in the milk, ensuring the roots were submerged, as she quickly began taking measurements.
Gathering up the various bits and pieces, she quickly assembled a tiny little device, consisting of a battery, a tracking chip, and a wireless chip. These all came to roughly twice the size of a grain of race. She knew it was already running, and could tested the matching wireless chip to see that it was receiving the signal. Finding that it was, she drilled into her tooth, and inserted the trigger. She then score a small fault in the tooth, not enough to break it, but enough to weaken it should she bite down really hard. She then sprayed a single layer of a weak signal blocking polymer. Testing the other chip once more, she found that it was no longer receiving a signal. She then went to a panel nearby, and checked to see if the ship could detect her tracking chip. It did, giving it a long serial number, that she renamed 'Trish'. Satisfied that this would work, she grabbed the tooth, jammed it back into her gums, and sealed it with some rather hot adhesive. She hoped the root would take and the tooth would continue to live, she'd only heard of this working. But she now had everything she needed, save the spare fuel. And, of course, the doctor to insert the device.
Just as she finished, the captain's voice came over the intercoms. She definitely wasn't interested in being his enforcer, but had no reason to leave until she had the fuel. So now she just needed to occupy herself until then. Trish made her way to the cargo hold, plopping her rear on a crate of unknown, to her, contents. She eyeballed the captain nearby, and watched the pilot leave quickly. Sitting there, she found herself quickly growing bored and fidgeting, wanting to continue with her plan, seeing as it was already in motion. She had very few credits to her name, certainly not enough to get her a job, let alone anymore parts or fuel. Trish needed to move forward, and soon.
Even now she could hear his taunting laugh, felt the phantom bruises that were no longer there when his laughing turned to frustration toward her. She slumped down to the floor, trying to calm down, to vent, relax. Recalling an old supplier of hers, she sat with legs crossed, knees raised, wrists resting atop them. Slowly she breathed through her nose, out through her mouth, trying to push the memories away, to bring her focus to the here and now. However, this led her mind to recall every time she'd been captured, held against her will. Every single time, her arms had been restrained, and often all of her possessions confiscated. She would need an internal trigger. Exhaling once more, that left a single type of trigger. And it was going to hurt.
Moving quickly to the kitchen, she searched and searched until she found some powdered milk, hoping it would do. Mixing it with water, she put it in a shallow dish, and returned to the common room. Fetching a pair of pliers, she steeled herself for the pain soon to come. Opening her mouth as wide as she could, she reached the pliers in, and gripped them around one of her back molars. She began pulling, both down, and to the side, feeling spikes of pain shooting up her jaw. Eventually it ripped free, a single drop of blood staining the pool table's felt. Quickly she set it in the milk, ensuring the roots were submerged, as she quickly began taking measurements.
Gathering up the various bits and pieces, she quickly assembled a tiny little device, consisting of a battery, a tracking chip, and a wireless chip. These all came to roughly twice the size of a grain of race. She knew it was already running, and could tested the matching wireless chip to see that it was receiving the signal. Finding that it was, she drilled into her tooth, and inserted the trigger. She then score a small fault in the tooth, not enough to break it, but enough to weaken it should she bite down really hard. She then sprayed a single layer of a weak signal blocking polymer. Testing the other chip once more, she found that it was no longer receiving a signal. She then went to a panel nearby, and checked to see if the ship could detect her tracking chip. It did, giving it a long serial number, that she renamed 'Trish'. Satisfied that this would work, she grabbed the tooth, jammed it back into her gums, and sealed it with some rather hot adhesive. She hoped the root would take and the tooth would continue to live, she'd only heard of this working. But she now had everything she needed, save the spare fuel. And, of course, the doctor to insert the device.
Just as she finished, the captain's voice came over the intercoms. She definitely wasn't interested in being his enforcer, but had no reason to leave until she had the fuel. So now she just needed to occupy herself until then. Trish made her way to the cargo hold, plopping her rear on a crate of unknown, to her, contents. She eyeballed the captain nearby, and watched the pilot leave quickly. Sitting there, she found herself quickly growing bored and fidgeting, wanting to continue with her plan, seeing as it was already in motion. She had very few credits to her name, certainly not enough to get her a job, let alone anymore parts or fuel. Trish needed to move forward, and soon.
@kittyluna45@Ink Blood - Alright, I'll get my post up sometime in the near future, and we'll go from there I suppose.
Hmm I do have a little sum'n sum'n I can do as a solo post, until whatever plot (if any), happens on ship, or cap'n returns. It could be the beginning to a collab if @Ink Blood is interested. I'll be around all day/evening.
Hmm I suppose that means Trish will be hanging out on the ship until then, since that's her entire purpose of leaving. @kittyluna45
Since it seems we're down to just 2 active people, I'm going to shut this down. Thanks for trying yall.
I'm gonna call it quits on this RP, thanks though.
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