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Post by The Rising Dragon on Oct 14, 2010 20:08:05 GMT -5
Night was falling on the Stamaria-controlled city that was once Verivia's capitol. Stamarians and Honorary Stamarians--Verivians who had chosen to forsake their country in order to survive--still went about their lives in the streets, as families returned from errands and men and women began returning home from their jobs. In the outskirts of the city, the places that had been destroyed during the war, Stamarian Soldiers still patrolled, on the constant lookout for Korin operatives lurking in the shadows. Armored men lead by warhorse-mounted knights marched through the streets, and occasionally Tsuminarian Rangers lurked on the rooftops, ready to hunt.
In one unoccupied sector of the ruined city, a transport vehicle was rolling through the streets, its lights dimmed. "Think we lost 'em?" Jerome asked the female driver beside him.
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Post by Steinerman on Oct 17, 2010 2:40:38 GMT -5
Alexis, her illusionary Stamarian uniform in place once again, cocked her head to the side quickly to glance at Jerome before giving him a terse nod and turning back to keep her eyes on the dimmed road.
She look better. Well, not exactly better. But instead of looking like a three-quarters dead, exhausted stick of a woman, she now merely seemed extremely weary. The nap had done her some good, and while she hadn't slept very well, it had been enough to help.
"Yeah, think we're good. Which way do I go now? I'd rather not have another close call like that one." She replied in a soft murmur.
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Post by The Rising Dragon on Oct 19, 2010 0:31:43 GMT -5
"Never can tell when you'll have one in this city," Jerome responded leaning back in his seat. "Take a right on Seventh there. Let's just hope there's nothing else to surprise us, since we don't have any cover."
Earlier they'd come across a Stamarian patrol in the streets, lead by a wyvern-riding knight. With no way of avoiding them, Roas had been forced to sortie on the fly with his Constructor to distract them. Shortly after that, they'd lost contact with him, and were trying to make their way back to their cell.
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Post by Steinerman on Oct 19, 2010 21:39:54 GMT -5
Alexis made the turn carefully, not wishing to attract attention from the handful of vehicles still in the streets at this time of night. The encounter with the Stamarians had been...odd. Inside she was still a little furious at having to simply drive off while Roas had played diversion. Helpless was not a feeling she enjoyed, and she had felt very helpless at that moment.
And now...Roas was missing. She wasn't exactly sure what she thought of the man. He hated her, of that she was fairly sure. But he was Korin, and a seemingly honest man as well. She didn't like to think that he might get hurt because they had been bringing her back to their cell.
"What happens if Roas doesn't make it back to the Cell? Do we go looking for him?"
A moment later she realized that she had unthinkingly said "we" rather than "you". She'd automatically included herself in whatever the cell would do to locate Roas. After a moment's pondering, she realized that yes, she would gladly help locate Roas. If she were allowed.
He'd found her and rescued her, so to speak. It was only fair that she returned the favor.
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Post by The Rising Dragon on Oct 20, 2010 13:08:55 GMT -5
Jerome let out a breath and closed his eyes when Alexis asked the question. It was somewhat absurd, really, but the woman didn't know them and she didn't know Roas. "Roas is probably the most capable fighter I know when it comes to machines," he said. "He's fought five knights in his time with us and killed four of them; only one of them beat him and he's still sore about it."
He reached to the dash and plucked the energy drink out of the cup-holder, and took a sip. "If he doesn't come back from that fight, then there's no point in looking for him," he said, his meaning clear.
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Post by Steinerman on Oct 21, 2010 1:06:16 GMT -5
Alexis let out a sigh, she made it a point to not read ally's minds unless there was good reason, but she'd taken a glimpse at Jerome's a moment ago. The outlook was bleak for Roas, assuming he lost the fight with the Stamarian.
But...it would do no good to argue with Jerome, and would most likely just make him dislike her. Which at this point in time, wasn't something she wanted.
So she quickly ended the sigh and continued driving, waiting for instructions as to where to go.
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Post by The Rising Dragon on Nov 14, 2010 19:47:32 GMT -5
It wasn't long before Jerome's directions lead them to the hideout they were currently using, an old warehouse that had been mercifully spared in the fighting when it had reached the capitol city. As they arrived, they saw the prison transport they'd salvaged being driven inside the large building. There were a few Korin guardians protecting the warehouse, on the lookout for possible attack. Each one gripped a mace tightly in their hands.
Upon spotting the second transport, they waved it on to approach and enter after the other transport.
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Post by Steinerman on Nov 14, 2010 23:53:39 GMT -5
Alexis eyed the guards suspiciously. Habits died hard, and she was a generally distrusting person at the best of times. But she complied with the guards who waved her forward, driving the bulky vehicle through the garage door and into the interior of the warehouse.
At the moment, it was fairly well lit. Though it looked as if most of the windows were covered to keep too much light from spilling out to the rest of the city.
Seeing no immediate clues as to where she should park the vehicle, she opted to follow the salvaged prison transport and park relatively close to where it did.
Less than a minute later, the prison transport had stopped in what was roughly the middle of the warehouse. Alexis pulled her vehicle into line behind it and shut down her machine. "Nice place." She commented of the warehouse, her tone neutral.
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Post by The Rising Dragon on Nov 15, 2010 14:53:13 GMT -5
"Well, we were gonna call it the Honeycomb Hideout, but, uh, that was taken," Jerome said amiably, a grin starting on his face. "C'mon, I have to go make the report. Carn'll want to know that we nailed the transport and that you were the prisoner that we... tried to liberate, heh."
The man slipped out of the cab of the transport, looking about as Korin members went about tasks, trying to close up the warehouse. The rest of their companions were already making their way towards a room on the far side of the warehouse--though there was a one building suspended up in the air to overlook the area, most of the hideout was underground in the warehouse's bunker.
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Post by Steinerman on Nov 17, 2010 2:22:43 GMT -5
A half-mad giggle escaped her lips at Jerome's joke.
Oh...now why did I do that? I must still be three-quarters dead to laugh like a madwoman at a mere joke
Her face reddened slightly as she clambered down from the truck and jogged 'round the front end to fall into line behind Jerome, hoping as she did so that no one had really noticed her embarrassing giggle.
"So, Carn the boss 'round here?" She asked hurriedly, slightly out of breath from the quick jog. A moment later a frown fell across her features. The jog around the vehicle hadn't lasted more than fifteen seconds. That she was out of breath after that...wasn't a good sign. She wasn't exactly tired, or at least...her body wasn't. The nap had taken care of that for a few hours. But a throbbing head-ache was hitting her mind with the consistence of a jackhammer.
She reached a hand up to her forehead, pressing two fingers hard against the skin, it didn't exactly help. But it hurt enough to draw attention away from her headache for a few brief moments.
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Post by The Rising Dragon on Nov 25, 2010 11:57:17 GMT -5
"No, I am, actually," Jerome replied. "Carn heads another cell elsewhere in the city. He was the one who found out about your prison transport headed this way and relegated the duty to us since we had Roas. He'll want to know we succeeded, I imagine."
"Good thing we did, too," Ker said as he joined up with them. "After that last disaster with Devon, we need a good success. Carn's scary when he's angry."
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Post by Steinerman on Nov 26, 2010 2:01:53 GMT -5
Alexis smiled faintly, "Sounds like a charmer." She murmured, Lowering her hand from where she'd had it pressed against her forehead.
She walked in line behind Jerome for another few seconds before speaking up again.
"So, he leads a cell in a different area of the city. But he's waiting here?"
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Post by The Rising Dragon on Nov 26, 2010 14:22:32 GMT -5
"Nah, we've got a communication array set up elsewhere," Jerome replied. "We do what we can to make sure the Rangers don't find it, because things will get ugly around here if they do. So we'll just ring him up, make our report, and then wait for Roas to get his ass back here."
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Post by Steinerman on Nov 28, 2010 3:30:18 GMT -5
"Interesting." Alexis replied, taking in the information. In truth, being an old Korin didn't mean much right now. Locked away in a prison, and arguably crazy before her stint in maximum security, she could be a risk to the Korin.
So she had to learn it all over again, things had changed, that much was obvious from her first few hours with them.
"Has the chain of command in the Korin gotten any better over the last decade?" She asked, her tone amused. "Back when I was out and about, it was basically 'Go there. Why? Because the Harbinger says so.' From whoever seemed to be in charge that day."
She shrugged her shoulders, "Needless to say, it was a little hectic. Seems like it's gotten better though."
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Post by The Rising Dragon on Dec 1, 2010 23:47:06 GMT -5
Jerome and Ker both halted in their steps as Alexis spoke, causing her to walk ahead of them for a moment or two before she could realize they'd stopped. The two gave shared a nervous glance at one another, both being in the Korin long enough to know that this woman, the so-called Witch of the Korin, would be in dire straits when her return was made known.
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