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[Haley & Willy] The Planet Explorers

He just shrugged, and replied, "Sorry for bringing it up. I'll assume you know about the other suit functions, too, then." She wouldn't be able to tell his emotions from the helmet- she'd just have to guess whether he was annoyed, kidding, sarcastic, or uncaring. And in the meantime, he pondered over her "Daniel" person- he had never heard of him.

Either way, he tapped the side of his helmet, kickstarting the helmet's HUD to include Lilith's. After scrolling through her systems and reading that it was fine, he glanced at her, gave her two thumbs up, and hit the pad on the wall.

The next door opened up- the most immediate, obvious thing that one could see was a bright sphere the size of a golfball, hundreds of thousands of kilometers away. Over the suit's speakers, he said to his pointed finger, "Our prison for as long as we live." He took a step forward, through the doorway, through a shimmering barrier. His feet made no sound when the magnetics engaged, and his feet stomped against the zero-gravity, zero-atmosphere magnetic walkway on the surface of the pod. Taking it slow, he stepped away from the locker room, head to a little hub to their right, where a small sign on it showed a fork, a knife on one side of a slash- on the other side, it had a bed. The Mess Hall and dormatory, for them. He didn't wait for Lilith- he trudged onwards, keeping it slow so that Newton wouldn't toss his ass into space.

After a minute of magnetic walking, he reached the doorway. Asking the ship to open the door within his helmet, using the onboard AI's voice regonition, the door opened without a problem, and he stepped through the barrier again. Turning in normal gravity, with atmosphere, he waved at the Lilith that was following him.

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Aulfr opened the door, having already unlocked it half an hour beforehand. He gave his assassin a smile- proud, not mocking, or arrogant- and stepped back. "Come on in, miss if-I-die. I see you got something to eat. Didn't alert anyone, I hope?" He watched her walk in, this time not in a foul mood, or even feeling high and mighty on himself. Closing the door behind her- and relocking it- he reviewed what he knew about her.

"So, Rayt, how was your little expedition? I hope you got a better idea about the layout of the castle- you'll be needing that kind of information. Eventful, yes?" Taking a glance at bloody fingers, he frowned slightly- he'd need to get her some gloves. Leaving blood wouldn't do, and he didn't- he shut off that line of thinking before it even started.

Taking the few steps to his bed, he sat down and scooted his back against the headboard, comforted with his pillows. His bed wasn't a "king-sized" bed- rather, it would've been able to fit two normal people, or one extra small person and an extra large person, which was fortunate, and oddly convenient.

He made himself comfortable, before inquiring, "Where did you learn to fight? To sneaky-beak like you do? Certainly not something someone picks up along their travels. You're professional, skilled, and a natural at that, I think." Being a man, though, his eyes were drawn towards the skin showing through the gaps in Rayt's attire, when her back was facing him, and down from face to less polite areas, which, again, her attire seemed to enhance and highlight. Though, being the busy man he was, he did make quite a bit of effort to hold her gaze any time it was directed at him- he was too busy to screw around, both metaphorically and literally.

The Veiled Isles

"Hey, Lalli, wait up a moment!"

The slim thief paused, turning to glance at whoever was following him. He already knew who it was; he never forgot a voice. He stared at Elia jogging after him, an unusually heavy coinpurse hanging from her belt- which had been wrapped in leather and had copper wire threaded through its drawstring, to prevent a thief robbing the thief.

"I gotta meet with a foreigner- wanna come? I need someone to watch my back with this guy. I'd... really like it if you came. No one else is as good as you at judging people."

He stayed silent for several moments, letting Elia catch up and give him that curious, inquiring look that many people often gave him. He already knew she had a thing for him- they were both some of the most respected thieves in the city- the difference was, Lalli was a name known by no one. He didn't socialize or spread his name like some of the others do.

But he nodded his head, and gestured ahead, vaguely. Elia gave him a bright smile, and started jogging again. "Come on then, no time to lose. This could tip the balance of power, get us an advantage against the League.."

Oh? Lalli tilted his head slightly, and glanced at Elia, who immediately flashed him another grin. She was pleasantly surprised when he chose to speak, but not quite so much about what he was saying.

"Trying to change the balance of power could be dangerous. We keep each other in check. It's equal."

She frowned, and obviously tried to take it into consideration, before replying.

"Yeah, but if we oust the Assies, then we can let the Council do whatever, and we can continue on with business as usual- except all over the city-" She was interrupted when Lalli pressed a finger against her lip- they were nearing a corner, and he felt something off.

She went cross-eyed, looking at her crush's finger pressed against her lips, as Lalli peeked around the corner. Taking in a stranger in foreign garb, framed by the sea out a ways through the street, he gave Elia a questioning look. She peeked too, and said, "Contact- he's the person I'm meeting. Watch my back, yeh?"

And then she was gone, walking straight out to meet the man. Lalli reached up, and climbed up the house they had taken cover behind, squirreling himself away on the roof, tracking Elia's progress.

He didn't know what they were saying- he just watched as she gave him payment, and then she started doing her thing- until the man drew his sword, and attacked.

Lalli was already jumping from the story-and-a-half house before the sword had pierced Elia- he had a knife on its way to the man before he had re-drawn his sword to attack him. His style was unfamiliar, but Lalli worked by adapting, not going through practiced motions. He turned and threw his body to the side, lithe body easily escaping the sword that the man was wielding, and he launched another knife at the man's legs. He wasn't trying to get in close-close with the swordsman- he wanted to take him down and end the fight, get to his friend.

The cloaked man rushed him, before he could make another move, though. It seemed that both of his knives hit- there was one sprouting just inside his shoulder, and another in his thigh, but neither of them seemed to slow him down. Dodging, ducking, and evading, the cloaked man grew angrier and angrier at being unable to even cut the fabric of Lalli's coat. He weaved and threaded away, eventually getting close enough to a wall to throw himself up it, climb up, and then wait for the man to lower his guard slightly.

The man was about to shout up, and his sword wavered slightly. Lalli jumped then, whipping out two of his last knives, rolling behind the man, getting to his feet, and then throwing the extra knives- one slammed into the man's side, and the other went flying in the direction of the approaching assassin.

The cloaked man cried out, cursing at him in a foreign language, and glanced at the assassin, before deciding he had enough hurt that day.

Fleeing, leaving Lalli with the assassin. He stayed ready, ready to run, to dodge, but let the assassin approach, let the assassin get within talking distance. She began getting too close; he started back up until she stopped. He glanced at Elia- already dead. Getting himself killed or captured won't help her none.

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

It had been sunrise when Aulfr had walked into his room to find his new slave; it was sunset when he finally returned.

His attire had not changed, except the soles of his boots were stained with the dark, fertile soil of the woods to the West, and his hair was tangled and less than a little neat. Half of his arrows were gone, and the cap of his quiver bounced against its home, hanging by leather thread. He didn't mask his entrance; he stomped right it, glancing at his new servant startling awake. He turned, and shut the door; as before, he slid his key in, and the door locked with a loud clunk! Satisfied that he wouldn't be disturbed now, he crossed the room to his open wardrobe, drawing his bow and quickly unstringing it- a process that took about a minute of straining, to release the drawstring and ease the pressure the bow would have. Stowing it next to two other like longbows, each made of a different wood- his original being out of oak, another being a paler willow, and the last being a much, much darker wood of an unknown origin- he glanced again at Alexia.

Undoing his handaxe's sheath, he dumped the both of them in the bottom of his wardrobe, and followed it with his Noxan mastercrafted sword, which he hung in its proper place. Finally turning his full attention to her, he surveyed her, taking in the notably enhanced womanliness of her, now in its custom work. After another long moment, he asked, "And so you'll be able to do everything required in that- run, fight, crawl, jump, everything? I certainly hope so. I want to test you tonight. Tomorrow, something real.."

He reached up, and pulled the green leather tunic off, shaking it off and tossing it out of the way, before doing the same with the chainmail- though he took longer and couldn't lift the entire weight of it at the same moment, due to its weight and the position of his arms. Finally pulling the entirety of it away, he draped it over one of his chairs, which sat next to the desk that sat next to his wardrobe, and then set about dropping the second pair of leather trousers that went over his wool ones.

Now dressed casually, with just his brown cloth tunic and thicker brown woolen pants, he put his hands on his hips, and stared at her again. Because of the requirements of his clothing to accommodate the two extra layers he usually wears, the tunic and trousers he was wearing now were somewhat tight-fitting, and his tunic was short-sleeved- based on the muscle alone, he was likely as strong as any of the elites of Ardany. He smirked, and pulled out his chainmail-laden chair, and took a seat. "That outfit will do perfectly. You might want to make more sets of it, though- next time we spar-" he hesitated for a moment, which was, if someone looked at every other time he talked to anyone else, extremely uncommon, "it'll likely be torn up a bit. In a couple days, I can let you out of my room to get what you need."

He crossed his arms, and jerked his head towards the window. "Nice to see you haven't tried to run away. You'll be leaving through the window; climb straight up, and I'm sure, fast and nimble as you are, you'll be able to make it to the hidden handholds, which should be fairly obvious when you get to them. Follow them; they'll take you to the roof of the castle. From there, infiltrate and return to my room. Knock three times, wait five seconds, and then knock twice." He waved at the windows, and said evenly, "Get to it, yeah? You can fight, but I don't know if you can get down here without being detected. Test number one. Should be easy enough, right now; my father has a pitiful guard compared to what I'd employ."

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The Veiled Isles

So where does my character come in?

I'm not a black haired girl
Nor a man who kills people

Over the Ages Episode 1: All that Remains

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You are sitting in the back of a cop car with the avatar above... (Game)

I have no hair.

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