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Post by Stage on Apr 10, 2018 1:44:49 GMT
The old man had staggered at the explosion, looking at the woman and her device with wide, awed eyes, but nodded, graying, locked hair swaying.
"Y- Yes," he wheezed. "Yes. Thank you. Everyone! Everyone, we must leave! Young ones first. Be swift. The water will be cold."
The stouter captives quickly began sorting themselves by size and age. The older and taller pushed forward those smaller or younger than they, some rough with urgency, others gently, whispering encouraging words as they did.
The woman crouched near Vesyka, comforting the injured prisoner the silver-haired girl was healing, turned to the fairer captive. Her voice was soft, but carried across the hold. "Nís astumis nudundi. Uqoalas qua pracesum da ujodu vũi premaere.”
"Hey, what's the plan?"
The short-haired woman seemed to have composed herself, standing straight instead of hunching as she addressed the bandana-wearing woman. She still leaned hard away from her injured foot though.
"These people don't do well in the cold, so you'll need to be fast- LOOK OUT!"
Her small, wiry frame struck the taller, lankier form of the other woman, nearly knocking her over. There was a dull click and a Lexian curse. A golden-haired woman in dark armor stood in the stairwell, pistol raised to where the woman's head would have been. She inspected her piece angrily, uselessly squeezing the trigger, before throwing it away. Instead, she drew the long, curved, guardless saber from her hip and stepped into the hold with a glower in her blue eyes.
"Must use powder," the short woman said. She staggered up and prepared to meet the sable. "And it was wet."
Before the two women could clash, a long arm swept the sable to the side, slamming her against the corner of the doorway. She peeled away lifelessly, her nose broken and her eyes hooded with unconsciousness. The varul unfolded from the stairwell instead, towering to his full height, positively dwarfing the dark-haired woman. His eyes were swollen and bloodshot, a mosaic of crimson and pink, but his nose flared and his ears pivoted, telling him who and what was in the room almost as well as if he could still see clearly. A deep growl echoed throughout the hold.
"Y... You might have to take this one."
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Running as hard as she could to board the Cinnabar before the beast reached it, the spear-wielding Pale screeched across the deck, heels cutting long, pale lines across its planks. Allowing the momentum to fling her weapon from her back, she caught it and began to descend the stairs to where she could hear voices- and Vigr, that giant rat. If this was his fault in the slightest, she would take the excuse to gut him. Her spear was originally used to down the massive bears of Lexia's tundras. She was certain it could all but cut the varul in half.
Before she could vanish below deck though, there was a heavy thump! behind her.
Already on edge, the paleback whirled and stabbed blindly at whatever caused the sound with her spear, unconcerned with what it was.
So imagine her surprise when a glossy, green-brown hand caught it.
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Post by KayKay on Apr 10, 2018 2:32:12 GMT
As seawater pushed through the hole blown into the hull, the bandana-clad woman kept her firearm readied at her side as she stared down the massive varul. "Vessy, lead them outside to the boat. I'll follow."
The silver-haired girl glanced between the woman and the varul with wide, frightened eyes, but did not hesitate. She took the woman she had been healing, still weakened from blood loss, and helped her friend to lead her towards the hole.
The bandana-clad woman slowly stepped back, keeping her eyes on the varul at all times as she inched closer to where she knew the Pale lay. Though her finger was on the trigger and ready to fire in the event the varul pounced, she made no attempt to shoot her enemy.
"I know you're pissed, but get out of here while you still can," she advised. "Killing me won't protect you from those Lexians once they go looking for a scapegoat."
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Post by Stage on Apr 10, 2018 2:54:01 GMT
The varul seemed unfazed by the woman's words, continuing his slow, clumsy, pained approach on her. Pink slobber, still stained by the pepper spray, dripped from his barred fangs.
He was significantly more affected when the deck caved in on him.
The female Pale shrieked in rage as she came crashing down, wreathed by splintered wood. She landed atop the varul, but only staggered him. He collapsed though when the rest of the broken flanks struck his head.
Through the groaning of Vigr and the furious cursing of the paleback, a small gasp was audible from the hole to the night sky above...
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Post by KayKay on Apr 11, 2018 4:33:50 GMT
Water was pouring in up to Vesyka's knees as she lead the prisoners out through the hole blown into the hull. She fit through rather easily due to her small size and was immediately forced to tread water as she splashed into the dark ocean. A chill struck her body like lightning as the cold waters soaked her clothes and weighed her down. As she treaded in place to wait for the injured woman and her friend to join her in the sea, a gust of hot wind blew into her wet hair and sent ripples across the glossy black surface. Vesyka looked up to see a massive reptilian head leaning over the Lexian ship, the tip of its flaring snout only a dozen meters from the top deck.
As the woman splashed down and Vesyka reached for her hand to create the beginning of a chain link, the sound of a distant motor reached her ears. Her silver eyes, easily adjusted to the night, could see a vessel just over half the length of the Cinnabar speeding into the bay with the distinctive roar of a motor, spraying a cascade of seawater in its wake...
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The bandana-clad woman took the distraction to leap backwards and over the fallen form of the male paleback, and in one swift motion pressed a pill-sized detonator into the gelatin on his back. "If your people try to follow us, this bomb goes off," she hissed in his ear. "Play it smart and never go near these people again."
She rose back up to her feet and began to carefully pace around the pileup of wooden planks and bodies at the foot of the stairs, taking the rear of the group exiting through the cavity in the hull...
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Post by Stage on Apr 11, 2018 6:52:46 GMT
The captives, both fair and tanned, splashed into the water behind Vesyka. They took the shock of cold far worse than the girl. Their bodies seemed to grow heavy, and many of the smaller or weaker among them began to sink before they were fished up by stronger companions. Other looks back at the towering titan in shock and horror, gasps and frightened voices rising up like an ocean wave. This was a night they would not- could not- soon forget.
Despite his age, his frailness, the stout old man stubbornly stayed aboard to oversee the evacuation. So too did the soft-spoken woman. They adamantly avoided looking at each other however.
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"Muy bret!" the female Pale screamed when she caught sight of Thrush. She scrambled off of Vigr and towards the fallen paleback. Her split, bloody lips curled into a terrible grimace and her powder blue eyes went wide with rage as she saw what the intruder had done to her brother.
The varul groaned as he slowly rose from the rubble. His eyes were now swollen fully shut and one of his ears was pinned down by a jagged splinter. Blood painted half his furred face black.
The rest was coated as a spear slashed above his head, cleaving off his erect ear.
Vigr howled and fell back, only for the paleback to leap upon him. Her spear came down again, not as a cutting blade, but as a wooden cudgel.
"Pruvel!" the Pale spat as she pummeled the hepless varul. "Vy pruvelolo nes! Glapyy Udnu Akhu!"
Then she spoke in English, as if hammering in the abuse. "Stupid One Ear!"
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Above deck, a shape, tall and lean and dark, only distinguishable from the night sky because it blocked the carpet of stars above, backed away from the reptilian giant that suddenly loomed over the ship. It was not quite skittish, but cautious, as if it was not completely unsure of what to do. Two eyes, lightless, blacker than even the night, stared at the goliath, gauging what to do next. The enduring silence was powerful.
Then there was a slight sound, like a sigh or deep breath, and the figure did something miraculous: it grew wings.
Two enormous wings, angular and shaped vaguely like those of a bat, stretched out from seemingly nothing. With a few sweeps of these great, kite-like wings, the ebony figure lifted effortlessly off the ground and began to flap up and away from the giant at a casual pace that- hopefully- did not invite pursuit, putting it square over the fleeing captives...
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Post by KayKay on Apr 15, 2018 5:37:28 GMT
The crack of a gunshot rang across the ship, and the wooden shaft of the female Paleback's spear exploded in mid-stroke. One half of the spear flipped through the air and embedded its blade into the wooden floor; the other half jerked violently in the Pale's grip, and it was a testament to her strength that she was able to hold on.
"Get off him, you crazy bitch," hissed the woman. Her revolver was still smoking as she leveled the barrel towards the paleback. She had placed herself between her new enemy and the prisoners. "You Pales are fucking pathetic. Always pointing fingers. Your king didn't have the balls to hire real soldiers."
Green eyes flashed back and forth from the female Pale to the fallen varul, waiting to see if he would get up. If he would escape.
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Vesyka's silver head broke the waters surface as she coughed in air, carrying with her a much larger pale prisoner who had initially begun to sink. She shook her head to rid the water dripping down her face and struggled to open her eyes. She could see the massive beast looming over the ship, nostrils flaring as it watched a large seabird flee the deck.
No.
The woman squinted. The dark skies shrouded the flying thing from view for most others, but Vesyka could easily make out its humanoid shape and bat-like wings. She stared for a moment, her heartbeat quickening with a mixture of uncertain fear and sudden curiosity.
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Post by Stage on Apr 15, 2018 18:19:41 GMT
The varul, though far from lifeless to the gunslinger's relief, did not move. More accurately, he could not. Vigr- or One Ear, as the Pale woman had hatefully dubbed him- had survived a great deal of punishment tonight, but it had taken its toll. It was his senses more than his body that were overwhelmed. His ability to smell had been scorched away, he could only taste the blood that sat directly atop his tongue, his watery eyes were swollen shut by both chemical irritation and physical trauma, and his mangled ears rang shrilly, drowning out all other noises. The two women who remained in the room had thoroughly removed him from the world, so he remained where he was, breathing heavily and raggedly, wondering if he was dead or not, and if he had earned a place in Drassilym or would wander its roots eternally as many said was the fate of his race.
The paleback also remained motionless, though due to unwillingness rather than inability. She said nothing at first, but it was obviously from even her silhouette than she was furious, shoulders tense, arms taunt, and fists clenched. She had no way to simultaneously disarm the intruder and save Thrush. As she glared at nothing though, her pale eyes met deep blue ones. The golden-haired sable One Ear had bashed unconscious in his rage had lifted her head. One of her eyes was hooded with what appeared to be permanence and her nose was visibly crooked, but she was alert enough to take notice when the Pale darted her pale eyes towards the quivering head of her spear. After a moment's hesitation, the sable nodded and began crawling towards that half of the weapon.
"Why do you care?" the Pale asked loudly in English, trying to mask the movements of the sable. Unlike her brother, whose voice had been smooth and low, hers was shrill and raspy, and it trembled with rage while her sibling had remained calm.
"He would have killed you. He would have killed those you save to get to you. But not as painfully as I will if you hurt my brother."
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While silver eyes were turned upwards, lightless eyes looked down. The goliath beast tracking its movements seemed like an unassailably prominent concern, but the figure caught sight of something that swiftly seized away its attention.
A child, his head too close to the water to be seen above the waves, his mouth too busy spitting out seawater to call for help, drifting away from the others.
In Vesyka's nocturnal vision, the airborne figure lost its wings, which blew away like black sand, and plunged towards the sea, feet pointed towards its surface like an arrow and arms folded across its chest. Because it fell closer, she could make out the ferocious features of its face, now able to trace the unhappy outline of its mouth, to distinguish its black eyes from its dark face with the help of its thick, pale, glaring eyebrows...
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Post by KayKay on Apr 16, 2018 9:23:09 GMT
Vesyka's eyes followed the figure as it dove beneath the surface. Although her grip on the woman's arm tightened, as if to reassure that the chain of bodies was still secure, curiosity took over her wariness of the mysterious thing. It reminded her of her mother's tales of the farfadet; a wrinkled and brown spirit known to be helpful, if rather mischievous. Still, these were only stories, and in an effort to keep an eye on the creature Vesyka ducked her head beneath the waves.
Although the water was far too dark for most to navigate, Vesyka instantly caught sight of a pair of small legs kicking wildly in the sea. She assumed, at first, that this was the farfadet, but she soon realized the panic of the small being's flailing limbs.
In an instant a cold horror overwhelmed her, and she felt a deep surge within her chest. In a sudden fright of her own, the woman's head breached the surface so that she could draw in the humid tropical air and regain her focus. Emptying her thoughts, Vesyka took note of the wetness of her skin and the tight embrace of seawater; the vision of the looming sea beast nudging the ship with its snout, causing it to rock violently; and the taste of bitter sea salt on her tongue. This was not the time to lose control.
Throwing her head back beneath the waves, Vesyka focused on the darkness of the watery abyss, opening an breach and drawing forth a lengthily black serpent to pull the struggling child to safety.
Beneath the waves, she could only dimly hear the motor of the approaching boat...
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"He won't be hurt. Not as long as you stay out of our way." The woman raised the control stick in her off-hand, allowing the Pale a clear view of the button on top. She could hear the approach of a motor-powered boat somewhere outside. "Unless you want him to end up like the hole in your hull, you won't follow. Understa-"
The deck suddenly lurched sharply. Nearly all aboard where caught off guard, and the woman could hear those on the higher decks trip and tumble and crash into the guns and walls of the ship. The motion was less violent in the cargo hold, but it was still only thanks to her well honed balance that the woman was able to remain on her feet. Although she stumbled backwards, she was able to keep her aim centered on the Pale.
"And you might have a bigger problem than little ol' me."
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Post by Stage on Apr 17, 2018 2:42:48 GMT
The inky serpent wrapped around the sinking child, but also entangled the gangly fairy tale creature that had dropped down like like a dark-feathered seabird. A long arm lassoed to the boy, the creature seemed to panic for a moment, churning water with its spidery limbs, but this dunked the child's head under the waves. It stopped immediately. Wrapping its trapped around around the boy's waist and hoisting him atop a shoulder, the figure allowed itself to sink underwater, then kicked up, lifting the child above the surface as they were both reeled in...
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"I have seen sea beasts before," the Pale said. Then she lied, "I am not impressed with yours."
"It is you who has bigger problems," the woman continued nasally. "You have prodded the white lion of the north. There will be consequences. You may leave here, but you will never-"
A head of golden hair sprung up from the wooden debris, and a whirl of silver traced the path between it and the Pale. The spinning spear head hardly seemed to stop, only changing directions, as it was caught by the turning paleback and thrown at the intruder along with the splintered shaft, the former at her revolver and the latter at the detonator...
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Post by KayKay on Apr 17, 2018 6:18:53 GMT
The movement of the spindly creature caught Vesyka's attention, and it was a struggle to keep away the surge of horror when she realized it had been snagged along with the child. Every conscious thought that drifted through her mind only fueled the maelstrom of panic she felt deep within her gut. Her mouth opened on reflex to draw in breath for her grounding techniques, but she was gained only the bitterness of seawater. Vesyka coughed and gagged beneath the ocean's surface, even as she spent all her focus into observing the discomfort of her throat burning, losing herself to her own pain. To her relief, she felt the fear within her gut fade, and she turned her mind to focusing on a plan.
Now that she watched the farfadet with eyes unbiased by overwhelming concern, she realized it didn't appear to be attacking the child. Recalling her mother's words of their supposedly helpful nature, Vesyka came up sputtering for air before drifting back down beneath the surface. She watched the creature like and eagle as the shadowy tendril dissolved into the inky darkness of the ocean, studying the farfadet's smallest movements. Another tendril, more precise than its predecessor, came up beneath the child to prevent him from sinking further; it remained tensed in preparation to impede the creature if it attacked. Vesyka hoped, even as the searchlight of a nearby boat sent a ray of light into the black sea, that it would instead help...
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A gunshot rang out as the intruder side-stepped the shaft. It missed her hand, but the spinning end caught painfully against her jaw as it passed. The spearhead however was thrown off course by a nanosteel bullet that smashed into the steel blade, throwing shrapnel back towards the Pale.
The ship rocked violently again as the beast outside gave it a second nudge. This time the motion was sudden enough to send the last of the prisoners; the old man, out through the hole and into the sea. The woman in camouflage garb, however, managed to avoid the same forceful exit and hit the hull next to the hole instead.
"Follow them off!" the intruder instructed loudly, moving to swerve her gun towards the Lexians. "I'll be behind you."
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Post by Stage on Apr 18, 2018 2:03:50 GMT
As the dark appendage receded and the beam of light grew closer, the wiry figure retreated deeper into the black depths of the ocean, supporting the child by only his legs now. It hung in the water column like this, forming an undersea totem with the boy, before it twisted towards the rest of the freed prisoners and gave him a gentle push. It was only a very slight motion, but it seemed to stretch far beyond its extended fingertips, carrying the child all the way to a pair of other captives: the yellow-eyed relatives. The taller, muscular one quickly and roughly seized him to keep him above the waves while the smaller, gentler one began to stroke his head and speak softly to him, trying to stop his sobbing.
In Vesyka's nighttime vision, the gangly figure restored its large, inky wings, appearing to summon them from the lightless abyss below, and used them to propel itself away, gliding through the water like a skeletal manta ray. It was quickly consumed by the mirth of the sea, but the sharp, silver eyes of the girl saw it break the surface behind the goliath sea creature molesting the Cinnabar.
It rose as an absence of stars, then shrunk into the distance towards the marshy island to the east...
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The Pale, who had produced her own handgun- a blunderbuss with gold trim that formed the roaring mouth of a lion- even as she fell forward from the rocking of the ship, matched the intruder, raising it with a murderous gleam in her eyes.
The psychotic glint vanished as they widen with fear though.
"Nit!" she shrieked, dropping the dragon and diving past the disguised woman with no concern for the gun in her hand. She latched onto the still form of her brother, who had rolled with the motion of the ship and now dangled over the sea.
As the paleback pulled her twin away from the hole, the golden-haired sable, who had risen, blade drawn and ready to support her superior, froze. Suddenly alone in the sights of the stranger's revolver, her feet had grown too heavy to move.
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The Fox
Apr 18, 2018 3:43:06 GMT
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Post by KayKay on Apr 18, 2018 3:43:06 GMT
Vesyka coughed the remaining water from her lungs as she watched the farfadet fade into the distance. She could hear the shouting of a familiar voice, and she turned in the opposite direction, where she was greeted by the spotlight of a large boat, two thirds the size of the Lexian brig. Squinting against the light, she could see the silhouette of a man racing across the deck, dropping a rope ladder down the steel hull.
"Up! Up quickly!" she heard him shout.
Vesyka rejoined the chain of bodies floating in the water and lead them towards the boat, stopping at the base of the ladder to oversee the prisoners and ensure none were left behind. A movement above their heads caught her attention, and she looked up to see a massive tail block out the lights in the stars. The great sea-beast had lost interest and was turning its bulk around, and the fins of its tail carried winds that whipped her soaking hair about her head. There was a titanic crack of splintered wood, and Vesyka's heart caught in her throat. The tail had caught the tallest mast of the Cinnabar, and she saw the ship lurch violently in the opposite direction. She saw the seaweed-slicked underside peak above the surface as the ship tilted neatly on its side, and a thunderous orchestra of shattering wood and crashing waves drowned out the world as the mast split in half at the base, crashing partially into the ocean on the opposite side and sending up a splash of seawater visible even from Vesyka's side of the ship. Slowly the Cinnabar sank back into a mostly upright position, now tilted to one side from the weight of the fallen mast...
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The bandana-clad woman opened her mouth to speak to the sable, but a deafening crash and violent pull somewhere above the deck silenced her. In an instant the ship threw itself violently towards the opposite side, and even the woman was thrown to the ground. Dropping the detonator, her free hand reached out and snagged the edge of the hole she had blown in the hull. The deck was suddenly at a steep incline, and everything not tied down was sent crashing into the opposite wall. The intruder hung by strong fingers with one hand, boots slipping against the increasing incline as the struggled to find a grip. She heard the shouting of men above as they tumbled and rolled, the crashing of cargo and the distinctive shattering of bottles. The two Pales rolled past her, but found a soft landing against the varul and the sable on the opposite end of the deck. There was a terrible moan of creaking wood as something heavy crashed into the sea, as if the ship was mourning the damage that had been done to it.
Still dangling against the deck, the intruder shoved her weapon back into its holster and fished a small canister from her belt. Pulling the ring with her teeth, she allowed it to drop onto the pileup below, and within seconds a blanket of white smoke began to fill the lower deck. She hoped it would provide a screen that would keep the crazed Pale from firing at the prisoners.
When the deck tilted back into an upright position, the woman had already disappeared from the lower deck...
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Post by Stage on Apr 18, 2018 4:22:12 GMT
Though they at first scrambled for the ladder at once, desperate to escape the cold ferocity of the sea, the captives slowed their efforts and became more organized upon instructions from both the old man and the muscular woman. One boomed with surprising strength considering his frail form while the other barked aggressively. Several times, her wiry arms reached up and ripped down someone who pushed ahead to climb aboard. A furious scolding soon followed. The other yellow-eyed woman, who had been among the first onto the ship, the child cradled against her chest, did the opposite, helping those whose strength to climb faded up.
Under the guidance of the three former prisoners, all captives, tan and fair, were shepherded onto the ship.
Once again, the old man was the last to join the others. He stopped to give Vesyka's hand a thankful squeeze before he mounted the ladder.
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The sable could not help but sob as the dead weight of Thrush crushed against her, folding her already broken nose down. Her agony did not last long though. Through the smoke, a figure almost identical to the unconscious Pale emerged, making her fear it was his spirit come to avenge his death, but she did not think spirits could haul up their own bodies.
"<S- Shrike,>" the golden-haired woman gasped, fear and relief mixed in her voice.
"<Get up and help me,>" the paleback hissed.
The sable was quick to comply. Soon the two woman held Thrush between them and began to move him, not towards the hole the intruder had exited through, but upstairs, where the- hopefully surviving- dinghies waited. The heavy body of One Ear made a convenient stepping stone, wedged into a shattered portion of the stairwell. As he was trampled though, his remaining ear made a single twitch...
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Post by KayKay on Apr 18, 2018 5:12:47 GMT
After ducking her head beneath the waves once more to make sure no one had be left beneath the surface, Vesyka took hold of the ladder and followed the man up. As she clambered onto the deck, she could see the first of the prisoners being ushered downstairs by a thin man in a long dark coat. His pale face met rose up to meet her own.
"Vesyka, I need you to light the stove below deck. These people do not perform well when cold."
The girl looked back to the partially wrecked ship. A wave of relief washed over her when she caught sight of a familiar figure high up in the rigging of the remaining mast, trailing a long rope behind her that had been tied to the yard of the top sail.
"Vesyka, she will be joining us shortly," the man pressed.
Vesyka nodded quickly, eyes wide as she pulled herself back into the moment, and disappeared below deck along with the prisoners.
Sure enough, the man's words came true only seconds later. The figure leaped from the mast while gripping one end of the rope, swinging down low across the gap between the two vessels. She leaped from the rope as she drew near the steel boat and caught the edge of the deck with strong fingers. Pulling herself up, she raced towards where the man stood.
"Let's get the fuck out of here, Mole, before they try using the cannons."
The woman gave one last glance towards the Cinnabar. From here she could see the parting gift she had left on the Lexian flag atop the remaining mast: a crudely spray-painted symbol representing the head of a fox.
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Post by Stage on Apr 18, 2018 6:54:51 GMT
Most of the captives promptly followed Vesyka below deck, eager to absorb the warmth of a fire, but one stayed behind: the tall woman. Her yellow eyes remained fixed on the Cinnabar as if the ship itself would rear up and give chase.
Her companion tried to lure her down with a few soft words, but they were ignored, so the other woman sighed and joined the others.
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Post by KayKay on Apr 20, 2018 3:05:59 GMT
The rumble of a motor began to carry the steel boat away from the Cinnabar as it followed the path the great sea beast had taken out of the bay.
The bandana-clad woman sat on a curved, crescent-shaped steel protrusion that had had once held a torpedo, keeping a watch on the Lexian brig as it faded into the distance and the yellow-eyed woman. Eventually, she sat up and began to make her way towards the stairwell that lead below deck, but not before turning to the woman.
"Hey, you lost a lot of blood back there. You should get some rest," she offered gently.
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Vesyka stepped back from her handiwork at the metal oven, her face now covered in a thin layer of soot as she brushed her hands and squeezed through the crapped room to allow the former prisoners to enjoy the fire's warmth. She stopped when she noticed patches of blood on the ground, and with a racing heart followed them until she reached the feet of the young human woman who had been with the other prisoners. She gasped aloud as she saw the broken shaft sticking out from the woman's boot.
"Oh no, you are hurt!"
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Post by Stage on Apr 20, 2018 3:22:40 GMT
The wiry woman turned to stare at the gunslinger with her hard yellow eyes. She spoke, this time not in her native language, but in English. "You should have killed the Thrush."
"The Fox should have killed both of them," she said with bitter finality, venom-colored eyes moving back to the defaced Lexian flag in the distance.
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The short-hair woman looked up. Her deep blue eyes were hooded and her angular, little face seemed more tired than anything else.
"Yeah," she agreed sardonically. "How about that. I am hurt."
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Post by KayKay on Apr 20, 2018 3:38:39 GMT
The Fox nodded sadly. "I know. People like them don't deserve to live."
After a moment of silence, she began to make her way down the stairs below deck.
But that wasn't for the Fox to decide.
A small, silver-haired woman just about ran into her as she stepped off the stair-case. "Oh, Kyra, you are here!"
Vesyka froze, and clasped a hand over her mouth. "Oh, I mean – Fox. There is a woman who is very hurt."
"Can you heal her?" Fox asked. She already had an idea of who Vesyka was referring to.
"Yes, but... there is wood very deep in her foot. It needs to be removed before I can do anything."
"Fuck," Fox groaned. "Okay, Vessy? There's painkillers in the first aid kit. She'll need them..."
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Post by Stage on Apr 20, 2018 3:49:59 GMT
"Just pull it out," the dark-haired woman's voice called. She was sitting up now, and looked across the room at Kyra and Vesyka. "Like a Band-Aid. I just want to get this over with."
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Post by KayKay on Apr 20, 2018 4:09:02 GMT
Kyra nodded. "Vessy, get her something to bite down on at least." She approached the woman carefully as Vesyka hurried into the bathroom, and knelt down next to her. She inspected the boot carefully, and a green ring flashed around her irises as she examined the damage. She silently cursed the paleback that had done this. She knew the Lexian's buyers wouldn't accept a slave that couldn't walk. This woman might have been left for dead or even executed if she hadn't intercepted the ship.
She withdrew a small flask from her belt and unscrewed the top, before offering it to the woman. "Its strong shit, but it might help."
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