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Kai
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Re: I want to be...synthesized! (Synthesized!)
Quinn tucked the card into her bra and looked up at him again with a big smile on her face, delighted to have someone around who flirted back.
Ah. Wonderful. After all that work with Azuka, this should be a relief.
"I would simply adore you forever if you would help us out of here. Don't think of it as a job. Think of it as... a favor between friends. The first of many, I hope." She laughed with the pleasure of having someone reasonable to talk to. "Incidentally Zeke, my name's Quinn," she elaborated with one hand on his sleeve. "How's that for introductions? Everybody friendly now?"
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Archmage144 
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"I'd say we're pretty friendly. There are some of you, after all, who I might wanna know more about than just a name," replied Zeke, winking at Quinn and grinning sharply as he turned the key in the lock to release her and Azuka from their cell.
He raised an eyebrow at Azuka as he released the prisoners, biting his lip thoughtfully. "Tough? Obviously. Silent? You have to pay extra for that." With that, the mercenary laughed, shaking his head in amusement. "I'm not here to put on airs and act cool. I am cool. You're not going to forget that anytime soon." He paused, turning his eyes in the direction of Quinn yet again. "And if you want to be friends, that's more than cool with me. I'd love to show you just how awesome I am when I'm off duty. When we blow this joint, wanna party with me, sweetheart?" Zeke punctuated his words with another flirtatious grin, adjusting his beret slightly and holding the hem of his coat in one hand like a dandy might hold onto his suit jacket while walking his date into a formal ball.
Mentally reminding himself that he had to release all of the prisoners, he made a mental note to let Azer and that other fellow out as soon as he managed to stop staring at the scantily-clad succubus...
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Kai
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"I'd party with you now if not for the--" she gestured to the other prisoners. "--well. You know. They want to be let out. They'd whine like little puppies. Very distracting."
Thank whatever gods produced this man.
Quinn eased up next to Zeke and slipped an arm around his waist. "You know, it's very nice of you to take time out of your assignment to help out some poor, innocent prisoners who are ever so grateful for your help. Are you going to finish your job here before we leave and go take care of some more... interesting matters?"
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Molokidan 
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"Wait!!" Azuka, apparently oblivious to his new replacement, began poking Quinn incessantly in the shoulder. "Have you forgotten about those guys that threw us in here?"
He turned to Zeke, a concerned look on his face. "You'd better be on your guard, pal. We got our butts handed to us by two guys when we were trying to escape simply from a minimum security prison. They've obviously moved us somewhere much worse this time -- so don't be surprised if we're suddenly ambushed or something later down the road! If you need any backup..." Azuka seemed to stop here, thinking hard about what to say next. Finally, he turned to Quinn. "...well, you can always ask her. She saved me, after all!"
(OOC: Kiduf, permission to bring back the previous NPCs? Or do you wish to control them?)
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Archmage144
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"Just two guys?" Zeke replied incredulously, blinking nonchalantly. "Y'see, there's a reason I carry two guns." He flipped back his jacket again, clearly revealing another identical silver handgun hanging from the inside of his jacket by a holster strap. As if the mercenary weren't already carrying enough weapons, a pair of short swords were clipped to his belt on either side of his waist, and anyone bothering to check him out lower than the belt line would quickly notice the handle of some sort of knife protruding from his boot. "Too bad I finished off this clip on that last guy," he muttered, triggering some sort of release on his weapon and dropping the spent magazine to the floor. Snapping open a belt pouch, he withdrew a replacement, casually sliding it into his firearm until it clicked into place reassuringly.
"Unfortunately, I still haven't found my mark, so it's quite likely that I'm gonna have to shoot a couple more idiots for getting in the way," shrugged the gunman. He cringed slightly for a moment, responding to some unseen stimulus. Quinn, however, noticed immediately what was bothering him. Casually sliding her hand down the side of his torso, her tactile sense alerted her to a rip in his shirt--and a freshly-opened wound in Zeke's side. While the mercenary had obviously stopped to crudely bandage it with some cloth, it was apparent to Quinn that the injury was still bleeding somewhat. Stepping away reflexively, Zeke gritted his teeth visibly before glancing back down the hallway from which he had come.
He raised a bluish eyebrow in speculation as he considered his options. "This is technically a solo job, but you look like you'll help out more than you'll get in the way, so I could use your assistance. You're not getting a cut of the profits, though, unless some pretty severe circumstances come up. Mercenary's code. My contract states that I don't have to share my payment with anyone not included in the contract, even if they help me inadvertently."
Though I wouldn't mind sharing a few things with that chick after all this is over...and after I do something about that cut...
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Molokidan
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"Well, that's fine with ME," Azuka said, turning to Quinn. "You're okay with it too, right? I mean, hell, I'll let you do your thing, then just follow after you in your wake of destruction, for all I care. I just want out, ya know? And unsolicited protection..." Azuka scratched the back of his head awkwardly, looking around. "So, guys? Ready to head out?"
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Kai
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"Rest assured. Your money is by far the last thing I'm after. I would consider it a treat to come along with you. The last good fight I had ended up sending me here, and I'm hoping for another chance to have slightly more fun than a sword through my midsection." Which was mainly because Azuka is totally useless in a fight.
Quinn pulled Zeke back around to face her. "Are you all right?" I don't know how wounded he is... hm. Would spoil all of our fun if he's too injured... "Can't have you bleeding to death when we've only just met. I'm no expert, but it looks like you could use some attention before we go do anything else."
And so I'll probably end up defending Azuka again. I suppose I technically don't have to.... he's a nice guy and all, but when it really comes down to it... why? Azuka's entertaining, but so far hasn't been massively useful. Quinn sighed. Well, if he's going to rely on me to defend him, fine. I just don't feel the need to go all heroic or anything. 'Saved him'? I guess. Now I'll probably never get rid of him. They say if you feed a stray once, it'll keep coming back.
"Sure, Azuka. We'll do the wake of destruction bit, and you see to it that we don't get killed. You know the drill... only let's do it a little better this time, shall we?"
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Official chemical = visual missiles?
Ramsus sighed. This newcomer, as useful as he may potentially be, just screamed...not confidence, it was most definately arrogance. In fact, Ramsus was already starting to feel an urge to punch him in the face, an action that was prevented by the mere fact that there was a cell door between them. Oh well.
When Quinn and Zeke began their little conversation, Ramsus knew that they weren't going to be getting back to Azerbarth and himself any time soon. However, at this point, Ramsus also knew that if any guards were going to be showing up, Zeke had made damn well enough noise to get their attention. It was bad, in that mass armies of guards could be showing up any minute. It was good in that he didn't have to worry about making noise anymore.
"You're okay with it too, right? I mean, hell, I'll let you do your thing, then just follow after you in your wake of destruction, for all I care."
Ramsus snapped the thin end of the tension bar off, leaving him with just the handle.
"I just want out, ya know? And unsolicited protection... So, guys? Ready to head out?"
He wedged the remains into the crack between the bottom of the hinge and the welded cap that held the pin in place, hammering it in with his palm.
"Rest assured. Your money is by far the last thing I'm after. I would consider it a treat to come along with you."
He levered the bar upwards, and after a moment, the cap snapped off.
"The last good fight I had ended up sending me here, and I'm hoping for another chance to have slightly more fun than a sword through my midsection."
He moved up to the hinge above, and repeated the process.
"Are you all right? Can't have you bleeding to death when we've only just met. I'm no expert, but it looks like you could use some attention before we go do anything else."
He continued onward, to the last hinge. Regardless of what he knew of his heritage, Ramsus's Agreshillian strength was paying off.
"Sure, Azuka. We'll do the wake of destruction bit, and you see to it that we don't get killed."
The hard part done, Ramsus dropped the bent and ruined remains of the tension bar to the ground, and set to removing the pins from the hinges. He gave the door a slight push.
"You know the drill... only let's do it a little better this time, shall we?"
The door fell straight outwards, landing in front of Zeke with an echoing slam. Ramsus brushed off his hands and stood straight. Having had time to regain his inhibitions, he notably did not punch the mercenary.
"...alright then." Ramsus began. "Now that we're all wonderful an' free, time to get goin afore the guards try t' stab us all, aye?"
With that, he went to scavenge the pointiest object he could muster off of what was left of the nearest guard.
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Azerbarth watched in fascination as Ramsus went through the meticulous process of destroying the hinges that were between them and freedom, paying only slight attention to the conversation now going on on the other side of the hall. The door fell out loudly, nearly crushing the mercenary. Good thing it didn't. Despite the fact that he had really not assisted them in their escape whatsoever thus far, he could still be useful to Azer (as has already been noted).
Noticing that Ramsus' stature had completely changed as he asked his question, Azer began to think again about his supposed Crooklinite friend.
"Wide set shoulders, powerful stance... he's Agreshillian. For sure. He may not know it, but that's definitely what he is. I can see him changing... he'll figure it out soon enough.
During this revelation, no one had replied to Ramsus' question, and he had already gone off to grab something from the slain guard. On his way back, Azer stopped him.
"Good job with that cell door. You're stronger than I thought."
"Hey, s'no problem, mate!" Ramsus exclaimed as he gave Azer a hearty clap on the shoulder. "We should be on the move, though."
"Right... Zeke... well, we're free, so I suppose we should get on with your assigned mission. Where to?"
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Molokidan
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Azuka looked at the two prisoners who had previously been across the hall from them.
"Wow..." he said, staring around. "We've got quite a gang here! Maybe we'll be able to make it out of here alive, after all! Whaddya say guys, are we a team or what?"
Azuka raised his arm into the air, waiting for someone to give him a high-five.
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[lyrics from Frequency]
Zeke shot a glance at Ramsus briefly before turning aroud, ignoring Quinn's question about his wounds, and promptly leaping into the air to deliver a forceful high-five to Azuka. "Damn right! We're ready to rock out, and the only thing that's going to stop me is death! Of course, that's impossible, because I'm the invincible mercenary." He flashed a bishounen grin, tossing his ponytail slightly as he noisily cracked his neck. "Hopefully, you guys aren't gonna have to follow me around too much. I know where an alternate exit is, according to this schematic, and if I'm correct, the cell block I'm looking for is essentially on the way."
Striding down the hallway, not caring too much whether or not anyone was following him in the first place, Zeke paused momentarily to back up against the wall before cautiously leaning around the corner to see whether or not anyone was down there. Seeing no one, he proceeded to step around, exercising much more caution than the group had previously. As he came to the next corner, he stopped again, pressing himself up against the wall to listen for sounds.
"Hey, Mick, you think we're gonna get that raise anytime soon?" queried a voice from around the corner.
"Fuck if I know. Bastards in payroll don't give a flying dragon's ass about any of us, I swear. I've gotta family to feed!" replied another male voice, clearly irritated. Footsteps indicated that someone was on patrol, moving around back and forth in the corridor.
"Yeah, I know what you mean. I promised I'd get my wife a new wedding necklace, we're supposed to renew our vows in a couple weeks...she thinks we rushed into everything and wants to have a proper ceremony this time..."
"What the fuck kinda thing is that?" replied the harsher voice, punctuating his sentence with a spitting sound followed by the clank of metal. Probably chewing herb and using a spittoon, observed Zeke. Might be somewhat useful knowledge...
"I dunno, it's just, well, I love her and I want her to be happy, so I'm going to see what I can do." Exasperated, the owner of the first voice sighed heavily. "These prisoners are probably dangerous. Y'know, or would be, if they got out. Good thing they're locked in their cells. Like that guy over there? Wasn't he some sort of revolutionary mage?"
"Don't think too much, Hal," replied the second voice. "They don't pay you extra for it." Spit. Clang!
Hoping to catch the guard during the fraction of a second that he'd be busy spitting out his tobacco, Zeke whirled around, handguns drawn, and fired repeatedly. Muzzle flashes exploded from his weapons, a cluster of shots catching the crude soldier and dropping him before he could react. His partner, wide-eyed, raised a glaive in Zeke's direction as the mercenary realized that he had done a terrible job of surveying the situation.
Sure, he had only heard two voices. Only two guards, he'd figured, having some sort of conversation about how tough life was. It'd be over for them both soon enough anyway, so why would they have to worry about it? He was doing them a favor, he figured, putting them out of their misery so they no longer had to whine about poor salaries and terrible inconveniences like being married.
What Zeke only realized after he had already given himself away was that there were no less than eight guards in the hallway, and that it seemed as though they had been expecting him...
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Hearing the frantic footsteps and clatter of weapons from around the corner, Quinn broke into a run after Zeke. Grabbing the collar of Zeke’s coat, she threw him backward against the wall as a glaive swung out, just missing the gunman’s face. As Zeke hit the wall, Quinn tackled Hal and shoved him hard into a corner behind the other men. Grabbing the side of the guard’s head, she snapped his neck sideways at a plainly unnatural angle.
“Azuka run! Dragonian, get in here!”
Grabbing the dead guard, she heaved him at two of the others, managing to catch one and knock him to the ground. The other jumped back before Quinn could hit him with the corpse, and pulled a kukri out of his belt. The heavy curved blade came on Quinn’s shoulder as she tried to duck.
No, damn it, not again! Quinn thought, holding her arm. She shook her head and let go of her wound, taking advantage of another swing from her opponent to punch him with her good arm in the side of his knee. He wasn’t putting all his weight on it, but the leg still broke. She grabbed the front of his uniform with her other arm, wincing in pain as she dragged him down to the floor with her.
If they don’t get in here and help me I’ll kill them myself. This is their escape, too!
With that thought, Quinn knotted her fingers in the guard’s hair to brace his neck as she chewed through a good part of it.
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In a lone prison cell down the hall...
For almost 50 years Geoffrey Fulmer had been prisoner in the dark, moldy cell that he had learned to call home. He knew the rusty, sunken in corner through which rats, cockroaches, and other pests entered and exited his cell. It was as much their home as Geoffrey's. He was hardly any better than them. But he had a purpose, a reason to live. To wait. To kill. At eighty, he was in rather poor health. Though well-fed ("They keep me alive to torment me," he thought), Geoffrey suffered from a hunch-back and poor breathing.
He had been an invalid all of his life, but nepotism and his keen intellect had secured him a powerful and respectable job in the government. Fifty years ago he was Prison Master, an extremely important job on Terra Fester. He knew everything about the island’s prison. Everybody and everything that went in, everybody and everything that went out. The layout of the prison, its defenses, even the people who worked there. Now, in a cruel twist of fate, Geoffrey Fulmer was an inmate of the prison that he had nourished like a pet.
His body was weak, extremely weak, but his mind had not decayed in the eternal darkness. He dreamed of the day when he could return to the surface and exact revenge upon Kielruth who had overthrown the life and the government that he had grown up in.
Gun shots rang out, their echoes bouncing against the bare walls and finally reaching Geoffrey. Sounds of struggle reached his ears. the rats and cockroaches perked then ran away, leaving Geoffrey alone in his cell. Perhaps today would be the day.
(OOC: I barely added anything since yesterday. I like the way that it reads though.))
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Azuka did as he was told, and hid around the corner, counting his blessings and biting his nails furiously, hoping that the others could hold off the guards before they came down to get him.
I should be doing something... Azuka thought to himself. But last time when I tried...what good did that do!? At least if I stay back here, I'll be able to tell the legend of their valiant deaths!
Meanwhile, the other guards watched Quinn go crazy on the foremost guard.
"This is getting out of hand!" the farthest one back called, and ran to a communications device on the northern wall. "Attention! This is Floor 3B, requesting immediate backup! We have a total of five prisoners making their escape, send any and forces able to suppress this attack! This is URGENT!!"
"Keh..." a voice on the other side of the box responded. "Floor 3B, eh? That's where I stashed those little insects earlier..."
There was a short silence, and the faint sounds of other voices could be heard over the crackling speaker. "Fine. We'll be down shortly. Try not to get your asses kicked TOO bad, okay? Man..."
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It was only a short while after Zeke had gone off on his own, with Azuka and Quinn hot on his trail, before Azer and Ramsus heard trouble in the halls.
"Azuka, run! Dragonian, get in here!"
"Jesus Christ, they're in trouble already?!?!"
"Get on my back, Ramsus; I'm not letting that mercenary get harmed."
Ramsus replied as he quickly hopped onto Azer's back (and quite easily this time, too), "Wha, why?"
"Nothing. Let's go." At that, Azer went aloft and streaked down the hall and around the corner. He made a soft landing in what could be referred to as nothing less than a warzone, and crouched so that Ramsus could hop off. On the way in, he noticed Azuka back near the corner with his eyes shut tight. Not the best of defensive measures. As he folded his wings in for the battle, Azerbarth quickly instructed Ramsus to help out.
"Ramsus! Go back around the corner and tell that wizard guy to either help out or find a better hiding place, then GET BACK HERE!"
With that out of the way, Azer surveyed the scene around him. It would appear that more TFG had come down from the higher floors, and that the group of prisoners (plus one mercenary) were grossly outnumbered. Zeke's bullets rang off of the walls, blowing chunks of concrete over the battle. Quinn was near the back wall, finishing up on a guard's neck. She was looking to the next guard down when Azer noticed that another group of guards had come down the stairs and were all headed directly to the unsuspecting Quinn.
Realizing that he would have to use one of his long range attacks, Azer remembered that he had not conjured a fireball in quite a time, and that he hadn't even tried to use the talons at all.
"Well, that's not good..."
With no time to spare, Azer did the action that came easiest to him, which at that moment just happened to be raising his arms forward and clenching his fists. Almost immediately, he could feel the Talons heating up to a searing degree, and soon after saw that a heat wave was forming around his fists. Azerbarth was just about to let fly on the group of 10 or so guards, which were now mere paces behind Quinn, still eyeing the next guard, when he heard a scream from behind.
"Get the Dragonian!!!"
And then a tremendous weight on his back as a number of guards launched themselves upon Azer.
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Recovering quickly from the shock of being shoved out of the way by Quinn, Zeke briefly admired the way the succubus chose to do battle.
Wow, he observed. A real tooth-and-nail brawler, she is. That's fuckin' sexy. Look at her chew on that guy's jugular vein! I bet she's an animal in the sack.
Before the mercenary could get too lost in his daydreaming, however, a guard that had managed to escape Quinn's wrath darted forward, hacking violently at Zeke with a greatsword, slicing at the air in an adrenaline-charged frenzy. Realizing that the only place to go was sideways, as he was pressed up against the wall, the mercenary dropped to the ground, rolling, as the guard's weapon clanged against the stone wall noisily. As he hit the floor, he fired a quick pair of shots from his pistols, one bullet only scoring the guard's shoulder--but the other, more accurately-aimed shot punching its way through the soldier's temple. Now lying prone, Zeke twisted his body to fire in the direction of Quinn's numerous adversaries, richochets sounding as some of his shots went slightly off-target. And while a lot of bullets hit concrete, many of them had a chance to travel through guards on the way. Gritting his teeth a little as he consciously focused to slow down his breathing rate so he could aim more accurately, he realized that he had lost track of how many shots he had fired. Hearing an enraged battle cry, he swivelled his neck to face straight upward just in time to notice the gargantuan axe blade hovering in the air over his head. A fraction of a second later, he noticed the guard holding the weapon, and decided that it might be a good idea to shoot him.
Whipping his arm around to point one of his handguns at the burly warrior, he pulled the trigger on a snap shot, figuring that any hit would at the very least keep the soldier from being able to cut off his head. Unfortunately for Zeke, his trigger pressure was greeted by the worst sound a gunman engaged in a tense firefight can ever hear.
Click.
Eyes widening as he realized that he had expended his clip in the joy of combat, and well-aware that there would be no time to change it while people were trying to poke him with sharp objects, he quickly twisted his body around again and rolled just out of the way of the clanging axe. Not accustomed to melee fighting while prone, his roll stopped with the mercenary lying on his belly, eyes raised at the axe blade as it began to come back down surprisingly quickly. Uninterested in having his skull split open and his brains displayed to the general public, he rolled to the side again, just narrowly dodging his would-be executioner. Shit! That was entirely too damned close to my ear! Now, however, he was lying on his back, and in a smooth motion he sat up while drawing one of the short swords on his belt, then twisted his body sideways again to complete the motion as yet another roll. Dodging yet another swing of the axe, Zeke again lay flat on his stomach, but this time, he was armed. Taking advantage of his opponent's unarmored lower legs, he lashed out with his blade, slicing the back tendon of his opponent's ankles and throwing him off balance. The guard's axe swing went wide, slamming into the wall as the burly man's body fell forward as a result of a lack of proper support. For a brief moment, Zeke and the soldier saw eye-to-eye as the man lay on the ground next to him. The guard's world rapidly went dark, however, as Zeke whipped his blade around over his body and shoved it into the back of the axeman's neck.
Taking advantage of the breather to grab his dropped firearms and stand up as quickly as he possibly could, he shoved the handguns back into their respective coat pockets and pulled the other short sword from his belt. Jamming their hilts together and twisting them so as to cause the pommels to interlock, Zeke grinned as he formed his preferred melee weapon--his dual-bladed sword.
Maybe I should help that guy out, mused Zeke, glancing in Azer's direction. That's a lot for one guy to handle...
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Quinn threw her leg back into the remaining guard's shin, breaking it and turning herself around to face the other hall. Noticing the other guards, she realized she couldn't play around the way she would have liked. It's what got her caught last time. As the guard she kicked took the weight off his broken leg, she swung upward and caught him in the jaw with her forearm. He fell to the floor, not dead but effectively so.
While she dropped that particular guard, another grabbed the back of her neck and pulled her toward him and, presumably, also toward any weapon of his choosing. Quinn, not partial to being stabbed in the back, abruptly stopped resisting the man's pull. He was temporarily unbalanced and she took the opportunity to elbow him hard in the solar plexus. Sidestepping quickly, Quinn narrowly avoided a headbutt from the guard as he bent forward. Moving behind him she delivered him a sound kick in, of all places, his ass. He arched his spine back in pain, falling stiffly to the floor while simultaneously attempting to choke out breath from his aching ribs and coughing up dark vomit.
Satisfied that the guard was effectively disabled, (and pleased that her shoulder was beginning to heal nicely) Quinn turned to the others. She gave the closest a hard left to the kidney, forcing him to arch his body to the left and leaving his right side open. Closing her fist so that one knuckle joint protruded slightly, she drove into the right side of his rib cage, crushing part of his lung. The unfortunate guard, having nowhere left to flinch, simply gasped in pain. Seeing the man's jaw open, she gave him an uppercut that probably broke not only his jaw, but several teeth. Clutching his face in his hands, it was clear that he was no longer anything approaching a threat.
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You know what to do, so come on, bring it on!
For a moment, Ramsus stood motionless. The events going on around him were, to say the least, brutal. Jugulars flying all over the place, people getting their legs chopped off, heads acquiring holes that they were never intended to have, the works. For someone who's combat experience extended to the occasional barroom brawl, it was a little overwhelming.
He shook off the shock. Just standing there wasn't going to help the situation any. Besides, he couldn't just stand by and let the mercenary kill all of them -- he had just moments ago heard one of them talking about his family. It seemed that most of them thought that absolutely everyone here was a hardened, bloodthirsty, violent criminal, and were just doing their civic duty to keep them under control, and make an honest living while they were at it. Who knows, they could be nearly completely right.
What mattered now, however, was getting the guards off of Azerbarth. No matter what point of view you looked at it from, Ramsus likely needed everyone here in order to get off this wretched island. With that, he disappeared.
Given that he wasn't really doing much anyways, the guards overlooked him quite handily. Or at least they did. Coming up from behind, Ramsus lunged out of the shadows, getting a distracted guard in a headlock, and punching him in the side of the head. The quite surprised guard conveniently went unconscious. That was one off of Azer's back, at least.
Of course, the guards didn't take kindly to Ramsus actually contributing to the brawl in some way, as shown by one of them reactively turning to grab Ramsus by the collar, sword drawn, prepared to impale the escaped prisoner. Before he could complete his action, however, he found himself on the receiving end of the worst headbutt he had seen in his life.
That was two down, Ramsus congratulated himself. Not only that, but it was two that would be able to get up later. He turned back to Azer, to see how he could assist the Dragonian...
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... which was apparently by doing nothing.
Upon realizing that a great deal of the weight had been taken off of his back, Azer did the best thing he could think of. He re-opened his wings, with all of the thrust that he could muster. Apparently, that was alot. All four or so of the guards clinging to Azer's back were sent flying in all directions. He made it a point to look behind him and smack one of them with his tail. Guard to wall. Bam.
"This is starting to get interesting," Azerbarth thought to himself as he winked at Ramsus, "Let's do this!"
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Zeke blinked. Huh. Not really a surprise. I figured he was a strong guy...er, incoming! A trio of guards, launched into the air as a result of Azer's efforts at repelling them, sailed toward Zeke at high speed. For some reason, the flying guards made Zeke think of clay pidgeons. Clay pidgeons made of flesh, but their function was still the same at this point--target practice. He almost chuckled as he drew the parallel.
Pull!
Before the already-unlucky guards had a chance to crash into Zeke (or anything else, for that matter), the mercenary began rapidly twirling his sword around by the center grip. Within a second, the speed of its spinning had accelerated on its own, obviously no longer powered solely by Zeke's muscles. Producing a propellor-like buzzing noise as it whirled about, Zeke's weapon produced a whirlwind effect, generating currents powerful enough to reverse the direction of the flying guards just a split second before they would have collided with his spinning weapon. Sent away by the windtunnel effect, a loud popping noise echoed in the corridor as Zeke's spell destroyed the air in his makeshift tunnel, air rushing in to fill the vaccuum. The unfortunate guards caught in the blast, aside from the bone-shattering impact against the wall, likely suffered significant damage as a result of the sudden compression of air slamming into their already battered bodies.
That just about takes care of it, thought Zeke. "We've got to keep moving!" he called out. "If we stand here all day, they'll just bring down reinforcements forever! I've gotta find my mark and get our asses out of this place!"
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"Nice job, Zeke!" Azuka called, coming out from his hiding place around the corner and flashing Zeke a hearty thumbs-up. "You're the man!"
Azuka moved up to fall in line behind the others. "Carry on! All's secure back on my end, anyway!"
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Quinn whirled around to face the last guard in her field of vision. She thrust her arm forward, hand bent into a rigid claw complete with long talons. Her arm made it nearly all the way through him, spraying with blood whatever parts of her that managed to remain clean up until now.
She turned to Zeke, covered in blood from underneath her eyes to the tips of her fingers. "Zeke, we'll go after your mark and they can finish here. Which way?"
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"Past those guys, up the stairs, to the right, and..." Zeke paused for a moment, realizing that he ought to be moving while he explained which way he and Quinn should go. Disassembling his sword quickly and hanging the ends on his belt, he took the momentary breather to slide fresh clips into his handguns, expelling the spent magazines onto the floor and readying himself for whatever might come. "Follow me, and let's hope these guys can keep up!"
Dashing past the downed guards surrounding Quinn, carefully avoiding tripping on any of the prone bodies, Zeke darted up the stairs and whirled to the right, facing down the currently-empty hallway. Somewhere, an alarm was sounding, but if anyone was responding, they weren't doing so by coming this way. Continuing to run down the corridor, he glanced left and right at the cells as he passed by. Some prisoners, having long given up hope of being freed, lay quietly in their cells, not even begging for release. Others rattled their bars and screamed at the passing mercenary, demanding he stop and release them immediately "or else." Or else what? Zeke mused as he ran. You'll stand there and yammer? The mercenary paused at the end of this hallway, trying to remember whether to turn left or right.
Left, he recalled. Left and down the stairs. Down there's the cell where they're keeping that guy, whatever his name is. Red, spiky hair, thin face, grey eyes. Family wants him out, I do the job, no big deal. Could've been a little more subtle about it, I suppose...
"He's over there!" cried a voice from down the opposite corridor to the right, breaking Zeke's momentary pondering. Shit. Before the enemy could reach his location, he took off again, heading down the stairs to the left, not sure if anyone was following him, and not looking back to check...and hoping he wasn't going to get ambushed this time...
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"Move it! Outta my way, you retards!"
Not far from Zeke and the others, Graham dashed through the hallways, knocking his own toadies out of the way as he tried to navigate through the labyrinthine passages of the jail.
"Alright, they should be heading this way..." he said, leaping down a flight of stairs and landing with a thud on the bottom. "The deepest holding chamber in the entire jail...they should be moving through here."
His bastard sword gleamed on his back as he moved lightly through the cells, looking for any signs of others. His eyes fell onto Geoffrey, the sad waste of life that had been in here even before Graham joined the emperor's Elite Guard. He didn't even know what the guy was in for, anyway.
"You're lucky," he snorted to Geoffrey, as he positioned himself in the middle of the hallway, waiting. "You may just get some personal entertainment today!"
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"Entertain me, then," Geoffrey responded softly with a cracked voice. "You know, there was a time when young blood like you knew how to act, how to live. What are you living for? Your ambitions mean nothing. In the end, you'll die no better than you are now. Don't deceive yourself, you are nothing but a toady. You think that you're important. You think that you have power. You do. But only compared to these worthless excuses for life that you surround yourself with. And there is no advancement. Kielruth doesn't even know that you exist! You're just a number to him."
Geoffrey paused for breath. After his years of solitude he was unused to speaking. It felt good to talk, to complain, to demean. Geoffrey barely even knew what he was saying or why he was saying it. He didn't care. If the man laughed and walked off, Geoffrey wouldn't resist. However, he almost half wished upon Death that the man would be hot-headed enough to come into Geoffrey's cell and end his life. Because Geoffrey's life didn't seem very important at the moment. What had the past fifty years been for? Nothing would ever change. He would remain stuck in this prison cell until his days ended. Geoffrey realized that almost everything that he had just told the man applied to himself as well. Only Geoffrey had no power. He would be here forever. Kielruth was probably so far enwallowed in his corruption and hedonism that he had long ago forgotten about Geoffrey. What was the point?
((OOC: He's Geoffrey Fulmer, I'm Lauritz Melchior (=B.
Also, I just created a new word, enwallowed, because the right word isn't coming to mind. If I remember I'll go back and change it later.))
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"Know how to live?! HA!" Graham threw his head back in a deep snigger, turning his vengeful eyes back to Geoffrey. "Don't waste my time with that crap. You think I really care about becoming powerful and making a name for myself?"
He stepped closer to the cell, pressing his forehead against it, and staring Geoffrey down at the same time. "All I care about is having a good, exciting fight with someone who's strong enough to take me on! That's my only ambition! Don't worry, though, Geoffrey, I won't even lay a hand on you. People like you aren't worth my time!"
He turned back and stared down the hallway, looking for any shadows of approaching escapees. "I'm just waiting for that single fighter...that one person that'll get my blood boiling in a fight to the death! That's all that's keeping me going, Geoffrey!! Can't you feel it? The excitement of knowing that your life hangs in the balance, knowing that the only thing that's keeping you alive is your own strength and blood! That's what living is to me!!"
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Without a word of response, Geoffrey hobbled up to the bars, took aim, and spit on Graham, hitting him in square in the eye. He hadn't brushed his teeth in fifty years and his saliva showed it.
With the slightest of smiles, Geoffrey looked Graham in the other eye. "How're you gonna live with that?"
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Wasting no time after his instructions were recieved, Azer began to pick off the remaining guards.
"Ramsus, take this," and Azerbarth tossed him his sword, "You'll be a bit more effective with it, I think." Really, though, all that Azer wanted was to see how Ramsus could handle a sword. If he were Agreshillian, he'd have a natural ability. Azer didn't know why Ramsus' heritage intrigued him so much, but it did, and he wanted to see just how much of his roots he retained.
"Alright," Ramsus replied, as he went off on his own path.
"I'll check on him in a second... for now..." Azer made his way to the nearest cluster of guards and quickly (and efficiently) clawed through them, instantly killing all but one of them, and that one, he went back and finished. Just a mercy thing.
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Graham was silent for a moment, just long enough to swab the spittle out of his eyes with his fingers and flick it onto the floor, supremely disgusted.
"..." he wiped his hands on his jeans, and then turned to stare at Geoffrey blanky.
"YOU WANNA DIE?!?!" he shouted, after a few seconds, slamming his bastard sword against the bars and shaking them furiously with his other hands. "HUH!?!?!?"
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Geoffrey stared back into Graham's eyes. Leaning his face up against the bar, next to the bastard sword, he hoarsely whispered, "I dare you." Still staring at Graham, Geoffrey slowly sat down on his hard bed. "C'mon toughie."
((OOC: I've just been kind of going with Geoffrey's character and right now he's trying to commit suicide. Or rather, to have Graham end his life. If Graham ends up doing that then I'm kind of hoping that Azuka will revive him later (i.e. Geoffrey isn't completely killed). This might be taking too much freedom with my character though.))
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Quinn turned the corner behind Zeke, running hard to keep up with him.
Land speed is not my job. If we were outside, this would be different. I could probably carry both of us faster than this. But no. Prison. Quinn thought. Come to think of it, I hope Zeke can get us out of here again because as much as I wouldn't mind being stuck with him just about anywhere, I would like to have my choice of setting whenever possible...
Noticing voices from down the hall, Quinn began to pace herself to save energy in case she had to kill another crowd of guards. Then... Quinn heard a familiar voice.
"...knowing that the only thing that's keeping you alive is your own strength and blood! That's what living is to me!!"
She sped up again, not sure how far ahead the voice was, but knowing damn sure she wanted to remove its source forcibly from Graham's body. She outpaced Zeke, skidding to a stop around another corner at the sight of Graham savaging the bars of Geoffrey's cell. She hissed, flaring her wings angrily before snapping them back behind her body to protect them.
You. Quinn thought. I remember you.
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"Hey, guys!!" Azuka shouted, wandering blindly throughout the hallways. Quinn and Zeke had run off, and he had tried to keep up to them, but he had tripped and fallen halfway, and then his foot really hurt so he had to stop and take a break, and was far too behind by then to tell which way they had gone.
"If this is about the battle thing, I'm sorry! But you guys know I'm just not good with confrontations!"
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"Eh?" Graham turned his head suddenly, as he heard a hiss and a bit of movement from his right.
His eyes registered immediately with one of the two who were standing in front of him. "Oh." he said complacently. "You're one of the weaklings I bashed up earlier. Didn't you learn your lesson yet?"
His eyes were slowly drawn to the man accompanying her, a man with a stern, confident aura about him, and an even more interesting expression on his face. On top of that, he seemed to be packing quite the artillery.
"Looks like you found a new bodyguard, eh?" Graham said, eyeing Zeke up and down. "I don't blame ya...the last one seemed like he was broken or something! Shahahahaha~!!!"
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"Bodyguard? You've gotta be kidding," Zeke responded with a chuckle, surveying his new opponent. "She's strong enough to take care of herself. Just look at those claws! And those teeth! And those eyes! She wants to pounce on you and rip your flesh from your bones before she scrapes the bones clean with her teeth!" The mercenary grinned, flashing an overconfident smile. "I also get the impression that, if you were man enough, she'd tackle you to the ground, tear your clothes savagely from your body, and have her way with you until you either died from pleasure or never wanted to look at another woman ever again. If I had to guess, though, she's more interested in your jugular than your johnson."
Zeke quirked an eyebrow, pointing one of his guns at Graham and smirking. "Now. Do I hav'ta ventilate your internal organs, or are you gonna to step aside and get out of my way? Or perhaps you'd prefer to air out your guts?" He turned an eye briefly to Geoffrey in the adjacent cell, trying to wonder what the hell anyone would bother to lock up an old man that probably could count his remaining years on his hands. Waste of prison space. Wonder what he did to get pitched into the brig?
"While you're at it, let the geezer out. He probably can't handle solid food anymore, much less commit a crime."
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"Wait, forget the old guy for a second," Graham said, staring at Zeke as if he was entranced. "I wanna fight you first. If you're one of those guys that spews mindless stuff for the sake of making himself look better, then it'll still be alright, since I make destroying dumbasses like you a regular habit! However...if there IS some truth to your words..." Graham said, pointing his bastard sword to Zeke. "...then there's no way I'm going to pass up this chance at having some fun!"
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"Hn." Quinn narrowed her eyes and stroked the underside of her chin thoughtfully.
This bastard came up behind me and ran a sword through me. At least Zeke's fighting him face-to-face. Worst comes to worst, I get to kill him myself. Otherwise... watching Zeke handle him will greatly improve my mood.
"Zeke. I have a problem with this man. You boys can play all you want, but leave some for me if it's at all possible." She looked directly at Graham. "Do whatever you want to him physically, but I want his soul. I bet he tastes even better than his chain-smoking friend."
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Zeke raised an eyebrow. "You know, I oughta just shoot you. It would save me so much time. But I guess you're in the mood for a 'real fight,' or some such equally stupid garbage. Fine."
Ceasing his usual stupid grin, Zeke stared at his opponent with a blank yet somehow patronizing look. "Um, let's do it. Kill me!"
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"That's the kind of attitude I like!" Graham shouted, dashing towards Zeke. "Yes...let's go!! Show me something that lets me know I'm not wasting my time with you, alright?!"
As he came closer towards his target, he raised his sword, preparing to rip it down and slice through Zeke. "Do something exciting!!"
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"Something exciting? I don't really swing that way, pal!" retorted Zeke, deciding that there was no way he would have time to draw his blades to parry--instead, a little bit more magical trickery would have to suffice. Raising his handguns as if he were going to use them to block the incoming sword cut, Zeke focused briefly on the surrounding mana flow. It was something he did relatively rarely, if he could help it--he much preferred using his physical talents to calling on his arcane knowledge, but every once in a while, it seemed like the logical choice to be proud of his spellcasting. Magic was a talent, too, even if not his favorite.
A tremendous gust of wind cleaved the air between Zeke and Graham as the spell triggered the creation of a vaguely coherent barrier of rushing current. Graham's sword, unable to go down against the hurricane-force winds, instead reversed upward, almost causing the warrior to lose his balance as his sword struck a more or less solid object that previously only existed in Zeke's mind. Ceasing his concentration and dropping the barrier, Zeke levelled both pistols at the overgrown brute and pulled the triggers.
Click.
WHAT!? screamed Zeke inside his own mind, heart nearly stopping from the shock. I reloaded! They must've jammed...but simultaneously!? Maybe I damaged the firing mechanism when I dropped them earlier? While Zeke stood stationary, stunned, his opponent managed to recover from his earlier disorientation and came at him again with his weapon. Zeke's eyes widened as he realized that he neither had time to conjure another barrier, nor functioning weapons until he could get his swords ready. Reacting quickly, he hit the ground in a roll, hoping to tumble back into a standing position after dodging his attacker. True to form, he evaded Graham's attack, dropping his pistols as he rolled and pulling his swallow together in a fluid motion as he stood. Holding the weapon by the hilt with both hands, he prepared to repel his opponent's next attack and wait for an opening...
He's bigger than me, Zeke cursed. Gonna have to wait for an opening...
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"Shaaaaahahahahaha~!" Graham guffawed, watching the recent turn of events. "That's why I've never liked guns! Far too unreliable! There's nothing that beats pure, flesh-searing steel! Nothing! And I'll prove it to ya!"
i]I'd been surprised at the guy's little magic tricks, but this is just too funny![/i] He thought to himself. I hope he'll at least draw blood from me soon!
He continued forward, slicing madly, his yellow mane of hair dancing oddly with his movements. Zeke easily dodged all of them, as the man's style was far too sloppy and unrefined to pose any real threat.
Finally, Graham had Zeke cornered (or so he thought.) He had backed Zeke up against the prison cage, and prepared to thrust forward into the man, a victorious smile on his face. "Just like a knife through butter!" he shouted, bringing it forward towards Zeke's midsection.
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"Problem with that," replied Zeke as he twisted sideways to avoid the blow, "is that butter holds still when you're cutting it!" The forward-thrusting attack while Zeke was backed up against the bars left Graham with his blade wedged between them--and while pulling it straight back out would ordinarily have been no problem, as soon as the warrior was recovering from his lunge and Zeke had dodged the attack, the mercenary threw all his weight against the side of the blade, pinning it against the cell bars and hoping that the mesh vest that he wore would prevent him from being nicked by the blade. At this angle, it was unlikely, assuming he managed to prevent the sword from moving, but Graham's being much stronger than he was, it seemed as though his only option was to take advantage of the opening.
Having temporarily trapped his opponent's weapon, Zeke whirled his dual-bladed sword around to point one of the ends at his opponent's neck, stopping just an inch or so away from the swordsman's skin. "Give me the keys to all the cells on this floor and I'll let you live. Otherwise, you'll be breathing from a new hole in your neck!"
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"WHAT!!?" Graham screamed, not moving, but still screaming his head off. His veins pulsated on his neck, inching them closer to Zeke's blade.
"How dare you!?! That's cheating!! I can't believe you would go so low, you stupid dirty cheater!! Why are you using two weapons!? That's a crime! In a duel you're supposed to pick one straight weapon, and keep it with you through the entire thing!! What's wrong with you; didn't your parents ever teach you manners? Huuhhhhh!?"
All in all, the fact that he was about to be decapitated seemed to be on the bottom of Graham's list of priorities.
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From out of nowhere, a dead rat sailed out from the cell in which Geoffrey was imprisoned. Unfortunately, Geoffrey's aim, as well as strengh had greatly deteriorated with age and isolation. Instead of hitting Graham in the face as Geoffrey had intended, the abused rat's body landed unceremoniously against the small of Zeke's back. Muttering curses, Geoffrey returned to his hard bed and resumed the role of spectator.
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Ramsus blinked at the sword for a moment. Why was Azerbarth giving this to him? Sure, he knew his way around a dagger decently, but a sword? That was something else altogether. Oh well, just because he had the thing now didn't mean that he actually had to use it. With that in mind, he slipped it in his belt, and continued on his way.
And stopped, when he heard footsteps. It shouldn't have been any surprise, really -- this was a prison break, after all -- but Ramsus stopped anyways. It ended up working to his advantage. Had he continued forward, he would have been caught by surprise by the squad of guards that poured out of a side hallway.
They looked different from the other guards, Ramsus mused to himself. They had a more confident posture, they looked to have higher grade weapons, and their armour had silver trim. It seemed that some of the higher grade troops were being sent to recapture the escapees.
The squad of troops split apart, as a figure came between the two columns. Someone in black, and apparently, smoking. And if the other troops looked more confident, he appeared downright arrogant. He lookeed to Azerbarth and Ramsus. It was only then that Ramsus realized that he and his companion had been split apart by the newcomers.
"Commander!"
"Yes, Sir Rogan?"
"Keepe the Dragonian occupied. The runt isn't important, so I'll kill him, then join you."
"Yes, Sir Rogan."
With a few quick hand motions, the new guards, numbering roughly a dozen, rushed towards Azerbarth, leaving the Rogan and Ramsus facing each other, alone. Remaining motionless, Ramsus waited for his opponent to say something. After all, didn't his type always gloat before doing anything?
The Agreshillian was to be dissappointed, however, when Rogan, instead of bragging about how much better he was, simply dropped his cigarette, then smirked and rushed forward, kneeing him in the stomach, then grabbing his head and slamming him into the wall, throwing him to the ground, and kicking him in the ribs.
Ramsus shook his head and got to his feet. THAT was not expected. He would have to take this 'Rogan' more seriously from now on. With that, he charged towards his opponent, fully intent on punching him in the stomach. Failing that, the face would do nicely.
He was rewarded by having his first blow blocked, and getting a palm to the temple before he could get the second off. Ramsus staggered back.
"Amazing. I would think you'd be able to put up more of a fight than that." said Rogan, making his way towards the disoriented Crooklinite. "They really weren't joking when they said you were worthless."
Rogan made his way towards Ramsus. Along the way, he picked up a sword that had been dropped by one of the less living of the guards. By the time that Ramsus's eyes had cleared, he barely had any time to react to someone trying to skewer him through the stomach. He dived to the side, getting away with merely have his side sliced, with the unexpected followup of the flat of a blade to his back.
"For the love of..." Ramsus mumbled, grabbing on to the bars of an empty cell next to him, and hoisting himself back to his feet. "That's gettin' kinda old, y'know?"
"Hmph." responded Rogan, turning around to face him. "If you're getting tired of it, you can always just die. It'll make it easier for both of us."
He's...he's going to kill me...thought Ramsus to himself as his opponent approached. I'm bleeding, sore, and half-unconcious. I haven't gotten a single hit off! He's invincible! And now he has a sword! A sw--
Ramsus's thoughts cut out right there, as he found his hand almost instinctively reaching for the sword on his belt. He had completely forgotten that it was there.
"Oh, so now you're actually going to fight, now? A pity. You'll only humiliate yourself."
Ramsus wasn't particularly familiar with the usage of swords, having always used daggers for anything of this sort. In fact, he had only even held a sword a few times in his life. Regardless, as Rogan dove at him, Ramsus found himself not only blocking his blow, but swinging the pommel around, connecting it with Rogan's face.
Rogan stumbled backwards. He had been hit. HIT. This whelp, who he had been just been beating on flawlessly, had just managed to hit him. Rogan felt the sore spot on his head, his hand coming away with blood on it. Just how hard did this kid hit him? No matter, he could only get lucky so often.
He looked up from his musing just in time to see Ramsus leaping towards him. He managed to parry the Agreshillian's blow, and counterattacked, which to his surprise, was also proptly blocked. Another attack, and they locked blades.
"Humiliate, eh?" Said Ramsus. "I don't think I'm doin' too bad 'ere!"
"We'll soon see!" responded Rogan, throwing some extra weight onto the blade. "Today will see you dead!"
"Izzat so!"
As if on cue, Ramsus headbutted his attacker, knocking him several steps backwards. Before Rogan could respond, Ramsus had already followed up the attack, plunging his blade through his shoulder, and pressing him against the wall. With a powerful lunge, the blade was wedged between two segments of the wall, sliding almost a foot inwards.
Ramsus stood back. Had he just...won? In a sword fight? As absurd as the idea was, it seemed that it had just happened. Too stunned to speak, Ramsus instead just turned to see how Azerbarth was doing with the guards.
"NO!" shouted Rogan, grimacing as he tried to pull out the sword, to no avail. "Get back here! We're not finished! If you leave, I will hunt you down! YOU HEAR ME?!"
Ramsus ignored him and continued down the hall, leaving his opponent pinned to the wall. As he walked away, he looked over his shoulder, and saw Rogan reaching for a cigarette with his good arm. It seemed that now he was waiting for someone else to pull the weapon out, so that he could move freely again.
Meanwhile, he continued on to check on Azer...
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Quinn chuckled watching Zeke. Damn. Look at him go.
"Zeke. You look good." She smiled. "Just kill him and we can leave."
As a rat flew out of an adjacent cell and hit Zeke, Quinn glanced over at its occupant. "You! Easy with the dead rats, if you please. Unless you want to stay here, I suggest you treat us with a little more respect."
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"I... er... that is...." Flustered, Geoffrey scratched behind his right ear.
Had he heard right? Would they be letting him out? There was no doubt that the pair would win, but to free him as well? And only minutes earlier he had been wishing for death to end it all!
To show the succubus that he had heard her and would obey, Geoffrey made a show of kicking another dead rat against the wall of his cell. Sitting down obediantly, Geoffrey let his mind wander. Perhaps he could convince these fighters to help him against Kielruth....
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(4/21/05 23:51)
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Re: You clean, we sweep.
Zeke blinked innocently. "Aww. I don't fight fair, do I? Not fair at all! I guess that's why I stay alive, and in my business, staying alive is everything. Yours too, I suppose. Time to close up shop!" The mercenary softly poked one end of his sword at the guard's neck. Giving an enemy a spare moment to recover was always a mistake. Always. Honor was all well and good, but in a life-or-death situation, honor was irrelevant--only survival mattered. Zeke's personal codes mostly impacted his relationship with other mercenaries, not those who got in the way of his quarry. The guard never should have interfered.
"On the other hand...death's way too good for a bastard like you. Picking on the elderly and attacking sexy women means you're a coward, or an idiot, or perhaps both. Now, a suitable punishment, in this case..." Pulling the point of the blade back from Graham's neck momentarily, the guard had a moment to wonder precisely what Zeke planned to do before he spun the blade around, whipping the back end of the double weapon into the man's groin. From Zeke's perspective, Graham's life, at that point, would be better off over.
Guy's got balls, Zeke mused, glancing at the now howling in pain swordsman. Er, well. He did.
Refocusing his senses, Zeke edged around the bleeding Graham and scanned his foe for his keys. Pulling the ring off his belt, he unceremoniously walked over to Geoffrey's cell and popped it open.
"Don't say I never did anyone any favors. I'd ask you for payment, but I doubt the strength of your finances. Your wallet's probably thinner than your arms." Rubbing his neck, Zeke turned down the hall and proceeded down the row of cells. Somewhere down here, supposedly, was the man he was looking for...
Edited by: Archmage144 at: 4/22/05 0:43
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Molokidan
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(4/22/05 1:24)
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Azuka doesn't have Move Silently!
"AAAAAAAAAAAAAARGGGGHHHHHH!!!!!! YOU BASTARD!!" a scream pierced the entire jail, as Graham fell backwards in pain, slamming the back of his head against the stone cold floor and knocking himself out cold on the spot.
The swordsman lay on the ground silently, his body motionless. . .all parts of it. Graham was, to put it bluntly, out for the count.
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"Doot doo doo..." Azuka hummed shakily to himself, trying to steady his racing heart as he tiptoed through the hallways. "Happiness, flowers, bunny rabbits...severed heads...argh! No! I mean...watermelons..."
He turned the corner to another hallway in the prison, and out of the corner of his eye, caught the flash of a moving figure. Azuka immediately ducked backwards, heaving up and down with his breaths. Crap!! he thought to himself. I knew I shouldn't have let myself get seperated from the rest of the group!! I'm like a sitting duck here!
He peeked out from the corner one more time, his long hair obscuring his face as he did so. He could see a tall man with black hair walking out of the room. After about two seconds, Azuka turned back around the corner, hoping that he wasn't seen.
I'll be damned if that guy doesn't seem familiar, though... Azuka thought to himself. But where could I have seen him before? Was he one of the guards?
Azuka decided to let it go, and slowly crept after the walking man, keeping his eyes fixated on him in case there was the possibility of danger -- so that he could run!
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Lauritz Melchior
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(4/22/05 13:30)
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Re: Azuka doesn't have Move Silently!
"Just because I'm old doesn't mean that I don't know when thanks are due. I don't often say this, but..." Geoffrey hesitated, uncomfortable, "thank you." He shuffled his feet. After a moment's pause, however, he returned to his garrulous self.
"You seem to be trying to find someone. I know my way around this dungeon. I was in charge of it more than fifty years ago before Kielruth, that disgusting pile of flesh, took over the island. This prison is still the same and I can guide you out. I didn't get to be Prison Master for nothing. I tell you , when I was in charge no prison break-outs would have succeeded. You'd have been ground to dust by our gaurds. They were the best; beyond well trained. Unlike this mess over here." Geoffrey tilted his head in the direction of the unconscious Graham. Seeing the two staring at him, Geoffrey realized that he had taken his conversation in the wrong direction. In an attempt to rectify this he complimented Zeke on his fight against Graham.
"That last move you pulled on him was testacular! Eh? Eh-eh?" This time, however, Geoffrey failed to realize his social blunder and continued laughing to himself.
((OOC: I know that this one sucks. I felt that I needed to get something out, but my brain's been dead today. I'll rework it later."))
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kiduf
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(4/24/05 17:46)
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Re: Let the beat control your body!
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While Ramsus was dealing with Rogan, Azer had been picking off the small groups of guards that remained. By the time Ramsus had parried that first blow, he was about done with his clean-up. That allowed him to view Ramsus' battle with Rogan in its entirety, and it, quite simply, astounded him.
"Amazing... his speed almost rivals mine..." He was not surprised, however, when Ramsus did not kill his opponent, but rather incapacitated him. "In true Agreshillian manner..."
Ramsus began calmly walking towards him. He opened his mouth to speak, but Azer instructed him otherwise, as he started walking towards, and then past Ramsus. Back to where the fight was.
"Good fight. We'll have to talk about it later, though. You go on down with the others. I've gotta get my sword back."
"Oh, didja want that back? Sorry mate... oy! And don't kill 'im!"
Azer answered with a simple hand gesture, without even turning around. He wouldn't kill the guard. In any case, it was Ramsus' kill, and one does not take another warriors kill. No, he would simply get his sword back, and keep Rogan out of the way for a little while.
Rogan didn't notice Azer until he was a mere few paces away. The guard acknowledged him with a cigarette hanging out of his mouth.
"I hope you're not looking for a fight, Dragonian, 'cause as you can see," as he gestured to his shoulder, "I'm in no state to do so."
"I'm not. I just want this back," Azerbarth replied, as he reached towards Rogan's shoulder and pulled the longsword out. The guard winced in pain as the sound of steel on stone ground itself out throughout the room.
"... ah... and I suppose you're going to kill me now. You can't kill me. I'm a Knighted commander! Kielruth would never let-"
"Wrong again," interrupted Azer, as he dealt Rogan a blow to the side of the head with the flat of his sword, which was rather bloody. While the "Knighted commander" sank into a state of unconsciousness, Azerbarth made it a point to wipe his bloody blade on his leather skirt. "Ugh... that'll stain... now, let's catch up with the rest of them."
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Kai 
The Mysterious Priest
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(4/25/05 0:23)
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Quinn spent a moment rehashing Zeke's words in her mind. "Picking on the elderly and attacking sexy women means you're a coward, or an idiot, or perhaps both." She smiled. Zeke's got priorities I can appreciate.
She watched Zeke's punishment of the hapless guard with what can only be described as... apathy. Still nearly covered in blood from fallen guards she thought, Oh well. That's what he gets. Satisfies me at least. Not like I haven't done worse.
When Graham fell to the ground unconscious, Quinn knelt in front of him on the floor. "Weakling am I?" She put two fingers under his chin and lifted his face. "How much of this blood did you think was mine?"
She dropped him and stood again.
She listened with dulled interest as Geoffrey spoke. Could be useful. He seems to think quite highly of how things 'used to be done.' Hm. Fifty years from now we'll see if he can still say the same. Humans aren't made to live all that long. She resolved not to be a pain in the ass in another fifty years. With any luck, she'd still be having fun at a hundred or so years old.
"Sure, sounds like a good idea, old man. You get us out, I'll try to keep you from getting killed." She smiled at him, showing her fangs. "No worries. So, Zeke... shall we go on to find your mark, or track down the others before we keep going?"
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Molokidan
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(4/25/05 1:08)
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Wait a second! Azuka thought to himself, seeing Azerbarth moving over to Ramsus. Now THERE'S a figure you can't forget! Those were the two in the cell from before!
"Hey! You guys!" Azuka shouted, running out from the hallway behind him and waving his hands madly. "Remember me? I'm one of the people who escaped with you earlier!! I got lost!! So, how are ya doing here? Pretty good? Yeah, looks like you got yourselves squared away pretty well. I'm really impressed! Not that I didn't have my scuffles on my way here, you know. I had to take down twenty guards single-handedly! Yeah, but it was no trouble for me, you know...I'm just strong like that."
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(4/29/05 20:48)
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"Sure, kid. Good job with that." responded Ramsus, giving Azuka a hearty pat on the back. Luckily, Ramsus was somewhat injured, so Azuka didn't go crashing to the floor as a result. "Too bad about that 'lost' thing, aye. No idea where'bout they gone off to? Cause I dun know my way around."
"OI! Azer!" Ramsus shouted behind him. "You comin' or what?"
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Molokidan
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(4/30/05 2:47)
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"Hm..." Azuka began to survey their surroundings, as if he had any idea as to what direction to go in. "I appear to be stumped, as well! Maybe they found a secret passage?"
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(4/30/05 15:19)
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As Ramsus and Azuka were trying to figure out just where they were supposed to head, Azerbarth walked towards them, not bothering to sheath his sword. He'd probably need it, anyways.
"Uhh, guys? There's a staircase right there," he pointed out as he nodded towards the wall to their right, "And hello, Azuka."
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[OOC] *gasp* What's this??!?! A short post?!?!? From ME?!?!?!!!?? .... yeah. [/OOC]
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Archmage144
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(4/30/05 20:27)
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"This way," motioned Zeke, continuing down the hallway, halfway hoping Quinn was following him and not particularly caring one way or another if the old guy he'd bothered to spring from his cell was pursuing him as well. Right now, he was on a mission, and even though it was generally unacceptable to take a break from a mission for personal pleasure, he had no problem with a sexy woman tailing him if it were possible to still get the job done. So far, it seemed that unlike some of the women he'd run into in his day, Quinn was not only going to stand around and look good, but be an active aid.
"Alright." Zeke now stood at an iron door with its only apparent opening being a narrow, barred slit near the top. He thumbed idly through the keys he'd snatched from Graham's belt and began to search for the one that would match the door. The Terra Fester prison cell locks, he had discovered, were coded according to a simple numerical organization system, and each key was appropriately labelled as long as you were in the right sector. He was just going to have to assume that he was and give the key a shot. Jamming it into the lock and giving it a smooth turn, the door swung open without further resistance.
Crammed against the back wall of his cell was a dark-haired, bearded man wearing crimson robes with golden trim. Not exactly the usual prison uniform, Zeke mused. Wonder why they didn't gank his clothes. Those're some nice threads.
"You're Allen Pelm, right? I'm here to get you out of here. Your family sent me. You want to live, do as I say. I'd rather not have to tell someone you died because you didn't let me protect you." Zeke recited his typical little "warning" and looked Allen in the eye. The robed figure rose to his feet, crossed his arms, and nodded resolutely.
"Of course," replied the prisoner. "But I'll be much more helpful if you'll do me a favor." He lifted up his arms, pulling his sleeves back to reveal some bracer-like restraints fastened around both wrists. "These are sealing my magical powers. If you remove them, I won't be quite so useless in escaping from this hell." Zeke shrugged in response, walking over to the prisoner and trying a few keys on the bracers before one of them caused the wristguards to spring open and clatter to the floor.
"Excellent," the wizard rasped. "I was beginning to think I'd get stuck in there forever. Follow my directions, I believe I know the way out!"
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Kai
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(6/18/05 14:34)
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RECAP (now start posting damn you)
(Okay. Recap, bitches.
It seems that RP is unlikely to continue unless someone does this, and if it’s going to be me than so be it. I haven’t got anything better to do anyway.)
Since releasing Pelm, Zeke, Quinn and Geoffrey decided to get the hell out of the prison. Because, well… they’re not stupid.
Azer, Azuka, and Ramsus made a similar choice because they too are not stupid. They were the first to come across a rather large chasm in the prison basement. As they considered possible avenues to overcome such an obstacle, the other group also found it.
Quinn ended up skidding into the hole as the floor collapsed beneath her. She found the others on a ledge below her and hung out with them.
Pelm cast a spell on those with him to allow them to fly down to the others rather than deal with less-direct modes of transportation. Geoffrey didn’t like the way these young people were operating, but secretly enjoyed being able to fly. Once everybody was together again, Quinn decided to hit on them all as usual. Azer seemed uninterested in interfering with the sexual chaos. She and Ramsus got along fine, causing much confusion for poor Azuka, who felt left out of any potential sharing of trade secrets.
Azer, all business, suggested that everyone move back up to the higher ledge. Zeke went first to scout things out and make sure they wouldn’t all get killed once back on the upper floor. Azer and Quinn would help with transporting Azuka and Ramsus. Ramsus would be riding with Azer, and Azuka would ride with Quinn. Zeke left to check the upper ledge, and then Ezboards was attacked by the forces of evil.
(I will edit this post to include further data if anyone believes I have missed something.
My AIM: Lithaladhwen or the slightly less-used: alias pending
Email: mysteriouspriest@gmail.com
If there are no further additions, I will continue posting as long as other people are still interested in continuing this. I can get us started up again if anyone else has any difficulty. I had a post ready before the attack anyway.)
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