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"We're undercover. This is a very important undercover operation which you are endangering just by talking to us. Look, I have a gun. I am Detective Inspector Me. This is my partner, Detective Her."
"Her?"
"Me."
"Him?"
"Not me. Her"
"Me."
"You?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry who are you?"
"I'm Her, he's Me. Got it? Good. You better get out of here before you blow our cover. They've got snipers."
"Her?"
"Me."
"Him?"
"Not me. Her"
"Me."
"You?"
"Yes."
"I'm sorry who are you?"
"I'm Her, he's Me. Got it? Good. You better get out of here before you blow our cover. They've got snipers."
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... wait now im confused
Astrid
Astrid was breathing heavy by the time she reached the top of the stairs to the massive tower. Looking over the edge she could see what would probably be a long, painful fall. Shivering she pulled back waiting to here Gnarl's inevitable speech. He loved those things way to much. For the most part she ignored what he said, something about riders scouting their place and gathering info. Not exactly what she wanted to be doing, but it was better than staring at Sikarthis's ass all day.
After a long, much-easier climb down the stairs, Astrid made her way over to the barracks to grab her gear. Couple daggers, Her sword, and she also donned her light armor. After she was completely ready she began walking over to the stables where everyone seemed to be preparing. Personally she didn't give a crap about the steads. They were animal, a means to an end, a system of transportation. Brushing the hair on the right side of her head out of her face, she grabbed the closest horse to the entrance and quickly rode out the gate. The faster they made it to the town the better.
As they rode Wren and Joachim took the lead. Astrid didn't know what she thought about Wren, she was something like her, only more... noble? That was probably the right word as Astrid didn't have a noble drop of blood in her body. Wren on the other hand was related to the previous Bear. At least that was what she had heard somewhere through the other mercenaries.
A few minutes away from the town, something strange triggered Astrid's senses. A smell in the air, like roasted pork. It was the smell of something burning. Looking into the sky, she could see a large black cloud formed in the air. Mouth drying up, and heart thumping fast, Astrid took off as quickly as Wren. For a moment they were neck and neck before Wren broke away along the path. Moving with the path would take too long, so Astrid went straight into the forest alongside the building. The horse fought against her lead, but she kept it straight, quickly maneuvering around the trees closing in on the house-line of the small town.
Suddenly the world tilted around her, and the ground rose up to meet her. Landing on her face and skidding along the ground, Astrid smashed her. Looking up while groaning she could see that the horse had tripped over an outstretched root, breaking it's ankle and throwing her from her seat. Face scratched up, she pushed herself up with the help of a tree and moved over to the beast laying on the ground in pain. Pulling her sword off of her back, she sliced through the neck of the horse without a second thought. She couldn't spare the time to help the horse, and even if she could there wasn't much you could do for a horse with a lame leg.
Blood dripping from her sword blade, Astrid sprinted the short distance to the village. Her beast had done it's job and gotten her close enough. Moving from behind a building she could see a group of bandit/soldiers lining up preparing to attack the Iron Company. Fools, all of them. A straight line up attack was like stabbing yourself to see if it was going to kill you. You had a chance to live, but a very small one. Stepping out from behind the building her blade swinging, she caught a man across the throat, killing him just like the horse. Pulling back her sword she left into the fray, stabbing and slicing at the evil men who thought it alright to rape, pillage, and take slaves. Anger at the injustice coursed through her, powering her in the fight. Blood soaked into her clothing and hair, adding to the impression of fear she gave off.
Astrid was breathing heavy by the time she reached the top of the stairs to the massive tower. Looking over the edge she could see what would probably be a long, painful fall. Shivering she pulled back waiting to here Gnarl's inevitable speech. He loved those things way to much. For the most part she ignored what he said, something about riders scouting their place and gathering info. Not exactly what she wanted to be doing, but it was better than staring at Sikarthis's ass all day.
After a long, much-easier climb down the stairs, Astrid made her way over to the barracks to grab her gear. Couple daggers, Her sword, and she also donned her light armor. After she was completely ready she began walking over to the stables where everyone seemed to be preparing. Personally she didn't give a crap about the steads. They were animal, a means to an end, a system of transportation. Brushing the hair on the right side of her head out of her face, she grabbed the closest horse to the entrance and quickly rode out the gate. The faster they made it to the town the better.
As they rode Wren and Joachim took the lead. Astrid didn't know what she thought about Wren, she was something like her, only more... noble? That was probably the right word as Astrid didn't have a noble drop of blood in her body. Wren on the other hand was related to the previous Bear. At least that was what she had heard somewhere through the other mercenaries.
A few minutes away from the town, something strange triggered Astrid's senses. A smell in the air, like roasted pork. It was the smell of something burning. Looking into the sky, she could see a large black cloud formed in the air. Mouth drying up, and heart thumping fast, Astrid took off as quickly as Wren. For a moment they were neck and neck before Wren broke away along the path. Moving with the path would take too long, so Astrid went straight into the forest alongside the building. The horse fought against her lead, but she kept it straight, quickly maneuvering around the trees closing in on the house-line of the small town.
Suddenly the world tilted around her, and the ground rose up to meet her. Landing on her face and skidding along the ground, Astrid smashed her. Looking up while groaning she could see that the horse had tripped over an outstretched root, breaking it's ankle and throwing her from her seat. Face scratched up, she pushed herself up with the help of a tree and moved over to the beast laying on the ground in pain. Pulling her sword off of her back, she sliced through the neck of the horse without a second thought. She couldn't spare the time to help the horse, and even if she could there wasn't much you could do for a horse with a lame leg.
Blood dripping from her sword blade, Astrid sprinted the short distance to the village. Her beast had done it's job and gotten her close enough. Moving from behind a building she could see a group of bandit/soldiers lining up preparing to attack the Iron Company. Fools, all of them. A straight line up attack was like stabbing yourself to see if it was going to kill you. You had a chance to live, but a very small one. Stepping out from behind the building her blade swinging, she caught a man across the throat, killing him just like the horse. Pulling back her sword she left into the fray, stabbing and slicing at the evil men who thought it alright to rape, pillage, and take slaves. Anger at the injustice coursed through her, powering her in the fight. Blood soaked into her clothing and hair, adding to the impression of fear she gave off.
sorry, will try to tomorrow, pretty busy with family, work, and holidays, maybe i can get an early one up before to much starts happening
lost all my work, gunna be a while till i post...
dont worry, smash all you want, i've got duck tape!
--Sorry double post--
Astrid
Astrid sat at the end of the long table, legs propped up on it. Leaning back in her chair she watched the men fondle whores and drink themselves silly. What more could you expect from men, they were all the same. From her seat at the very end of the table, she could see everyone sitting along the table, ranking from lowest to highest, all the way up to the Queen. She was sitting at her own table, apparently convinced that she was better than any one of them. The stuck-up rich bitch. The sooner she got her money and was done with this place the better. In the mean time Astrid was going to sit here and enjoy the roasted pheasant with blackberry sauce. One thing she did have to admit, the food here was certainly better than anything she could get on the outside.
Jorrick stood up and gave a speech to the Iron Company. For the most part Astrid ignored it, she was here for the money, not the mislead ideas of religion heroism. She noticed it was done when the men around her began to shout and cheer, spilling alcohol everywhere. Wine from the man next to her flew into the air spraying all over her hair, turning the white-blonde hair red. Anger flared up in her stomach and she stood up suddenly, her chair sliding back, The man that had spilled the wine, hadnt even noticed her get up. Pulling back her fist she launched it into the man's nose causing blood to spray out and his eyes to water.
His deep laugh was cutoff suddenly as he fell from his chair onto the hard ground. Through the combination of the punch and his massive intake of alcohol the man did not get up. He would be fine in the morning, except for his broken nose. Taking a deep breath as she stared the the sleeping body, Astrid reached up and swept back the hair on the right side of her head. It came away sticky and red. "Fuckin' drunk." The men around her had seen her knock the men out. Instead of what she expect to happen, fear to shine in their eyes and conversation to dip down, the men began to howl in laughter at the man who was now unconscious by a woman. Astrid nose crinkled in anger and disgust at the men, but did nothing except sit back in the chair she had thrown back.
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'Joachim, Theodore, Guinand and Wren! Get your ass out of bed and get in gear! Rand and Astrid, that goes for you too!” Eyes snapping open Astrid quickly rose from the hard bed she had been sleeping in, wondering why she was being woken up in such a hurry. She wasn't too bad after last night, but she could imagine that some of the others, especially the men, would not be happy about the rude awakening. Getting dressed, Astrid noticed an unusual amount of attention focused on her. Turning around she saw that some of the men were staring at her semi-nude figure. It wasn't like she was intentionally exposing herself. Face wrinkled in disgust, she hurried on her pants and shrugged herself into the shirt designed for a man.
Walking down the hallway, Astrid noticed Joachim walking unusually close to her. She turned to him practically growling, " 'Something you want?" Finally he spoke stuttering over his words in a sort of apology, "A-Astrid, look, I wish to apologize for saying that your hair smells of blood. That wasn't very kind of me and I realize now that it was wrong of me to say it, regardless of whether or not it's true. Actually, um, I guess it's kind of true since you're a fierce warrior and all. So maybe it's a compliment.. I don't know, look, I'm just sorry I said it okay?” She was shocked at first by the mans outright apology. In this time of age, it was rare for something like this to happen. Thinking back to when the comment had taken place, Astrid could remember him stumbling over to him, half drunk, though not as bad as some of the other men. Blood and wine was in her hair from the man she had knocked out, so it was a fair comment to say that she probably looked and smelled like blood at the time. Not sure how to reply all she grumbled out was "Shut up."
Astrid sat at the end of the long table, legs propped up on it. Leaning back in her chair she watched the men fondle whores and drink themselves silly. What more could you expect from men, they were all the same. From her seat at the very end of the table, she could see everyone sitting along the table, ranking from lowest to highest, all the way up to the Queen. She was sitting at her own table, apparently convinced that she was better than any one of them. The stuck-up rich bitch. The sooner she got her money and was done with this place the better. In the mean time Astrid was going to sit here and enjoy the roasted pheasant with blackberry sauce. One thing she did have to admit, the food here was certainly better than anything she could get on the outside.
Jorrick stood up and gave a speech to the Iron Company. For the most part Astrid ignored it, she was here for the money, not the mislead ideas of religion heroism. She noticed it was done when the men around her began to shout and cheer, spilling alcohol everywhere. Wine from the man next to her flew into the air spraying all over her hair, turning the white-blonde hair red. Anger flared up in her stomach and she stood up suddenly, her chair sliding back, The man that had spilled the wine, hadnt even noticed her get up. Pulling back her fist she launched it into the man's nose causing blood to spray out and his eyes to water.
His deep laugh was cutoff suddenly as he fell from his chair onto the hard ground. Through the combination of the punch and his massive intake of alcohol the man did not get up. He would be fine in the morning, except for his broken nose. Taking a deep breath as she stared the the sleeping body, Astrid reached up and swept back the hair on the right side of her head. It came away sticky and red. "Fuckin' drunk." The men around her had seen her knock the men out. Instead of what she expect to happen, fear to shine in their eyes and conversation to dip down, the men began to howl in laughter at the man who was now unconscious by a woman. Astrid nose crinkled in anger and disgust at the men, but did nothing except sit back in the chair she had thrown back.
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'Joachim, Theodore, Guinand and Wren! Get your ass out of bed and get in gear! Rand and Astrid, that goes for you too!” Eyes snapping open Astrid quickly rose from the hard bed she had been sleeping in, wondering why she was being woken up in such a hurry. She wasn't too bad after last night, but she could imagine that some of the others, especially the men, would not be happy about the rude awakening. Getting dressed, Astrid noticed an unusual amount of attention focused on her. Turning around she saw that some of the men were staring at her semi-nude figure. It wasn't like she was intentionally exposing herself. Face wrinkled in disgust, she hurried on her pants and shrugged herself into the shirt designed for a man.
Walking down the hallway, Astrid noticed Joachim walking unusually close to her. She turned to him practically growling, " 'Something you want?" Finally he spoke stuttering over his words in a sort of apology, "A-Astrid, look, I wish to apologize for saying that your hair smells of blood. That wasn't very kind of me and I realize now that it was wrong of me to say it, regardless of whether or not it's true. Actually, um, I guess it's kind of true since you're a fierce warrior and all. So maybe it's a compliment.. I don't know, look, I'm just sorry I said it okay?” She was shocked at first by the mans outright apology. In this time of age, it was rare for something like this to happen. Thinking back to when the comment had taken place, Astrid could remember him stumbling over to him, half drunk, though not as bad as some of the other men. Blood and wine was in her hair from the man she had knocked out, so it was a fair comment to say that she probably looked and smelled like blood at the time. Not sure how to reply all she grumbled out was "Shut up."
Bladewind said
Ah, I see. So I do know him from some movie or other...
pirates of the carribean!!!
if her brother didnt immediately inherit the throne that would be he was younger than her, do we really want a 16 year old planning a coup, usurping the queen, and ruling the nation?
hahaha I can totally see it happening
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