"Kid, I am not angry so don't look like your ma'am just scalded you." Thurian said in a calmer voice. "At the moment we just need to get this man taken care of then we can hear your side of things alright?"
Thurian never let his guard down, keeping himself in a loose guard stance to give off the air that he was ready to strike but able to keep a civil tone.
DAOXIN
He took a deep breath, his eyes wandering beneath the hood. He wasn't used to being around people. And he wasn't used to so much confrontation on a sudden scale. He slowly nods, and moves around to face away from them. He would keep quiet until he should supposedly speak again. He might screw up, again. Just like they used to blame him...
The man holds his wife close to him, the children between them, not yet born. The darkness looming outside threatened them with frightening images of those they had once had being torn to bits in the maws of neither Beasts nor Gods. The roar of the silence was overwhelming, and they shook under Its tyranny.
The castle could not continue it's duties. It consisted of eleven members beneath the King and Queen. The Maid, the Tamer, the Speaker, the Alchemist, the Scribe, the Caretaker, the Legislator, the Librarian, the Warrior, the Governor, and the Mercenary. Their jobs were simple. Their lives, likewise. But they were to die, none of them to bear children.
Well, none more than three.
She regarded Bastion with a cold grin peeking through her lips.
"Holding cell? No...I have something much different in mind."
The Knights of Aturin had bases all over Isora, and they happened to be taking their esteemed prisoner to one. A very secure, hidden one.
Victoria saw Thurian arguing with the figure, and strode to them. She struck him in the leg with her shotgun, forcing him onto one knee, and put her sword to his throat.
"Who the hell are you?" She asked. Malice flickered behind her glass-like calmness. "I don't recall seeing you in the fray much, so why are you still here."
Reaching over Thurian grabbed Victoria, naturally out of character but wanting to get a point across. "Leave the boy alone. He is not will has has busness with me. That is all that is needed to be known at the moment, trust me I know the books inside and out. Having wrote one myself."
Thurian nodded to the boy to follow him, closely so he could keep his good eye on the prisoner and the other on the kid who tossed the rock.
DAOXIN
He put his hand on the sword, and shoved it away from himself. He looked up at the woman, his eyes panicking, but trying to remain calm. "I'm...Daoxin. I am the sole-survivor of-er..." he stumbled in his words, slowly getting to his feet, getting tired of constantly landing on the ground. He stood above the woman's height, looking down at her with reformed strength. "I'm a Vigilante, unauthorized, and looking for someone to join with. I'm homeless and have recently heard of the conflict. I came to help, whichever side that may be..."
Daoxin drew in a breath. Hopefully, no more assaults would be committed on him. This bunch were just as violent as the Morai...turning, he followed the man who had interrupted his attempt at bravery.
Victoria shoved her sword back into its scabbard. She regard the Vigilante with a mix of curiosity and pity. The man looked young, but there was an air of sadness and burden around him. She could see the stains of bloodshed and sorrow in his soul. Victoria knew scars like that well. She put her hand to her temple, remembering when she killed her first man...her father.
She activated her comm link and called her brothers and sisters in the secret base.
"We will be arriving in about forty five minutes, we are bringing four Spiral Order soldiers, a Morai PoW, and an unaligned. Prepare accordingly."
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A dropship landed in the sand. It was sleek and unmarked, no signs of affiliation on it except a winged knight's chess piece crossed with a sword and flag painted onto the blank white exterior. The belly opened up to reveal a squadron of solemn, professional knights dressed in pale garments and armor waiting there for them.
"General, preparations have been made. You are clear for boarding, ETA fifty minutes."
Victoria turned to the group, and spoke.
"Thurian, take the Morai. I'll take care of the boy. Rhea and Nile, come."
She took Daoxin by the shoulder, and they started to board the ship.
DAOXIN
He turned to look back as he was guided into the ship. Were they going to leave the boy here? Were they just going to leave him standing there?
He took a handful of Seals from one of his Sai's, throwing it behind him. It floated lightly, landing near the man. Hopefully, he would get the message. Daoxin didn't fully understand the message itself either, but an act of reaching out could just let him know...
He faced back around. And gasped at the sight of so much technology in one place. He had seen ruined places and broken tech, but this much function was...almost glorious.
His eyes twinkled with curiosity.
(Edolas forgive me, but we are just getting on the ship. I will assume you would co-operate. Please let me know so I can change it accordingly)
Walking the Morai onto the ship Thurian turned and looked at Victoria. "You can't harm him. Remember artical 4.5673 subsection 1-50.3; No harm shall fall onto those who have shown no ill will if they are indeed found to be of no background, this also extends to those who are unknown of their alliance." With that said Thruian walked the Morai man to a spot on the transport. Knowing the confining space they where not going to give the man an inch yet Thurian gave the Morai man all the room he needed.
"Now you can understand we are going to have to remove your weapons. You can't carry them, so if you would be so kind as to hand them to me. If you are found to be no threat I will return them."
She looked at Thurian and contained her anger.
I don't work for the Order, I am merely on their side. She said to herself. The Knights of Aturin were on the side of good, but I don't always I abide by their so called orthodox rules.
"As a Knight of Aturin, I am entitled to some rule bending." She stated. "As for Nathan, he was fraternizing with the enemy. I can offer no solace to a man who so blatantly socializes with the enemy. And Thurian, I would advise you to keep the weapons for now."
Bastion was escorted into the ship, willingly, albeit reluctantly handing over his sheathed blade after boarding. The Morai looked around his surroundings, as the flight crew were inspecting the engines and taking tests for the flight homeward outside. The executioner saw no point in trying to rile anyone else for entertainment, so closed his eyes and hung his head into a meditative state once more, heeding Thurian's words in the process.
Who was the odd one commanding the Morai higher ups, and was this civil war between brethren just a concoction? A twisted game for them to play with the lives of others on Isora? The thoughts began to strain Bastion's mind, so he began to relive memories in his head, during a time before his head was filled with a warrior's spirit.
"I have no care for who or what section you work for. My leader or not, following the rules are what bind us as allies. Remember, Wardens are the ones who enforce the rules to all with no bios for any even our own. Yes you are my general here, but Ozlo is currently left in command at the moment for the force's. So please," his tone shifted for a moment showing his darkerside, "don't become a liability to the mission."
Once Thurian finished his talk he followed Bastion to his new holding spot. Sitting down Thurian had Bastion's weapon's on his back as well as his own and the Rifle loaded with a new .35 Bunker round. Sitting across from the man in a reinforced chair, because of how much a Warden weights, he simply looked over the Morai.
After a moment he broke the silence. "Tell me something, our tip is going to take a while and well, I really have to know. What kind of warrior are you? You heard what drives me, at least in part, but what drives you Morai. Also a name so I don't just call you Morai."
DAOXIN
"I...don't know if that would be called a weakness, madame. And...to just abandon him to his own devices in a place like this might not be the best form of action to take...I'm...sorry if it's intruding a little." He looked desperately back. They couldn't just....abandon someone on the spot when they tried to help. So what if he was a little out of line? People are expected to try different things to get something to work...and he didn't want to give up on the guy so early. Maybe it was the eyes, the hair, or just the bravery of the man that seemed to speak out to him, but this would be wrong upon anyone, wouldn't it? Besides, this was so far from civilization. He might not survive on his own.
Nile watched the scene and raised an eyebrow when the warden smirked at him. Next time I need to have an ear on the conversation. When the group finally started moving. He stood and folded up the rifle, hitching it to his back as he started picking his way down the cliff-face. He slid to a halt a little ways behind the group and jogged to catch up to them.
The drop ship arrived, and Nile got on last. He sat down at one end of the dropship, his back against the wall. reaching up, Nile pulled the brim of his hat down over his face and closed his eyes.
XINDAO
He sits atop his throne. He saw a pawn move on his chessboard. Ah, so the ship was off. They would head off into their own direction, and find themselves at the next base. But....a surprise would await them there. Good, things were moving along. Soon...soon...
His escape was imminent. His game was set. He WOULD get what he deserved. And they would too.
The black-glossed ruins of the underground castle glimmered and shined, as a civilization outside attended it, keeping that which was within, locked. The castle, however, had ripped in half long ago. The towers were absent. All that was left was the stretching dungeons. The black gloss was carved with stretching runes of white. If anything were to enter this cavern....
Well, it would go terribly bad. But, this could be their chance at survival...at the cost of unleashing that which was locked away...
OOC: Sorry for the late post. I had some stuff going on. :P
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Just then, a Morai gunship hovered into view. Its runway revealed many Morai soldiers as it called out to them, repeating itself to make sure that they would hear it. "Deathbringer 109-4(Sistele), Executioner and Maliant get on!" Watching in awe, Nathan noticed that Sistele had already leaped onto the gunship after she had summoned an immense strength to her legs. Their eyes met as the gunship flew away, the hatch closing only a few seconds after.
Taking out his holo-phone, Nathan materialized a hologram of a chessboard approximately as big as the phone itself onto its screen. Dragging the black knight back to c3, he hesitated for a moment before a smile spread across his face as he turned off his phone, cutting off the line between Xindao and Barbossa that he had tapped into.
That's your next move? Interesting.
Nathan's eyes widened in surprise as he noticed a seal thrown near to him. He bent down to pick it up before activating his Eyes of God, materializing blue pentagrams on each of his eyes to fully analyze the object in a matter of milliseconds as he stood back up.
Let's see.... A pretty normal seal. Its fingerprints show that it comes from an unaligned vigilante named Daoxin, who had recently thrown it to me at a slowly decreasing initial velocity of 5 metres per second. It appears that he left a message. How interesting.
Nathan looked at the dropship slowly fading into the setting distance. With his ocular ability, he had analyzed everything about the dropship and everything in it in what seemed to be an instant.
It should arrive at that base fairly soon. I'll have to move my plans faster than I expected. What will your next move be, Xindao?
Looking back at the seal he was holding, Nathan engraved a message onto it before enshrouding it in a shadowy aura, teleporting the seal onto the hands of Daoxin as the shadowy aura dissipated. The message read:
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After reading this, destroy it and leave no trace of it behind.
I am Nathan. Perhaps you've heard of the God Slayer? That's my alias. I'm also the guy whom you threw the seal to.
Anyhow, I am pleased to say that you need not worry. I am perfectly fine. It should be only a small amount of time until we meet in person, Daoxin.
I'm also giving you this hint as a gift: You should prepare for the worst.
~~~
Nathan vanished from the beach in an aura of darkness.
DAOXIN
The Seal found it's way to his hand. As he walked with Victoria, he glanced down at it, examining that it was written on, and would read it when he had some time to himself. But his heart skipped a few beats, maybe three at least. This was, after all, the first time someone had written him back. Not only that, but someone who has taken such an approach to him hands-on. He stuffed the note back on his pocket, following Victoria diligently...
Maybe? No, no that's a stupid idea. Daoxin, you need to get a brain. You don't even know this guy...
Beneath his face mask, he blushed in frustration, pulling it higher over his face.
The Morai looked up after cross his arms, as he was asked the question by Thurian. Bastion saw no point in creating a lie or being dishonest, so he remained on his honourable path and gave the Warden an honest answer.
"Namely, service. Before I was granted my rank and affects, I was simply a lowly runt with a warrior's spirit. A simple outcast in the eyes of the others. However, stating service alone would be what they would tell others who inquired why such a traitorous monster was still fighting for them. The answer to the point is more along the lines of being a True Warrior".
Bastion leaned in closer, resting his hands on his seated legs,
"The war is pressing on both sides, and I wish nothing more than to fight with honour, far from the under-hand tactics of my supposed allies. The main goals I believe I have is to find peace for a Warrior's soul, to die a warrior's death in the grand scheme".
He sat upright again, with his back against the body of the craft.
"I cannot find such tranquility or respite though, until the faction I have alligned myself to has been cleansed of its parasite that uses the Morai as its host, and is likely to use your Order as well. But to summarise into a shorter answer, Honour would be my reason".
"Honor is a fickal thing my friend. It can make eve the best of men do the most dishonorable things." Thurian deadpanned as he sat up a little on the only seat that could support his weight. After all he was the only Warden on the ship. "Well regardless you will be placed in my charge since we are on our way to some base Victoria has set up. To be honest myself I don't like it since they are going to treat you more like a prisoner of lowly status then some one of your higher rank."
He seems to be telling the truth, not much reason to lie right now anyway. I suppose he has a higher reason which drives him, but if so he is rather good at hiding it.
Looking the Morai over he just crossed his removed his rifle and started cleaning it with a cloth from his ammo pouch on his belt. The metal of the rifle giving a dull shine showing off it's scars and cuts from battle. Yet it held a hidden beauty which could only be seen when it was being used.
"Did I ever tell you about my son?"
The Morai gazed toward the ceiling, wondering when the craft would be ready for take off as he answered the Warden once again, the sound of cloth polishing metal as Thurian's rifle was being cleaned.
"You have not. Though I suppose it's understandable due to the current events that ensued".
"Ya, know. I kinda like you, despite the fact we are on two different sides of the same war. I wonder, if we never broke off into two sides, you think we could have been friends?" Thurian chuckled softly, his helm hiding his face and expressions. "Anyway, let me tell you. He is a bright young man already made it into the Warden level of training. Of course it would only make since his whole family on both sides comes from Wardens."
Thurian stopped cleaning his weapon and pulled out a picture of his son Daud. The kid was not smiling, well he was not angry either but he looked unpleased about the photo. In his purple eyes anyone could have seen a deep mix of seeded rage but he looked normal.
"He has his mother's eyes but his father's body. A potent mix let me tell you. As for what I said before, yes I did really see those things in his future and I have done everything I could to make sure he reaches that point in his life. I can't stand by and do nothing as I know right now he is a ticking time bomb. He has around ten generations of Warden blood in him, that kind of mix tends to start warping the mind even at a young age. What I saw was what he could be if I could do something to keep him from losing control. As for anything else, well he comes from monster's who always get a bad reputation before leaving the force, yet we never get dishonorably discharged so ya."
Thurian chuckled as he went over why his father left the force with a title, 'Red-Blade" Nychta. Putting the picture away he went back to cleaning his weapon, pulling the chamber back and ejecting the .35 Bunker round. The bullet being massive and thick, a red tip and well werthy of it's feared reputation. Picking up the bullet Thurian side to himself. I was so close to seeing what these things did up close with there wind shear. Maybe next time. Setting it down Thurian looked back at the Morai before continuing to clean his weapon.
"Anything you want to say or get off your chest? We still have a flight ahead of us."
OOC: I heareby take control of Barbossa. He is a pivotal character who is controlled by someone not here often, so yeah.
Sistele walked into the office, looking timid and afraid.
This is not the demeanor of a soldier... He thought as he looked at Sistele.
"Quit your quivering, soldier!" Barbossa barked. "I have a job for you."
He fumbled with some files in his desk.
"That man at the beach, the one who 'liked' you. He seems like a potential asset, and seems gullible and easily persuaded around you. We need you to find him, and try to get him on our side. If not, kill him. Dismissed."
Bastion almost felt as if he was being reviewed by a Pschiatrist at the question of 'getting anything off of his chest'. It brought back memories of the last time he had been tricked into such a mental session, where upon he made the man's neck click with a punch to the chin after a disrespectful delve into his past memory. Bastion sighed to himself and replied to the Warden.
"I must admit, I haven't engaged in a converse for so long that hasn't been under the intentions of interrogation, threats or provokation. I could be persuaded to feel that it is a nice change from the usual pace of cleaving all I am told to slay. However I must say there is one thing that has been bugging me besides the obvious threat of the mystery individual. It was the time taken for them to attempt the breach".
Bastion stretched as he tried not to cramp up from sitting in his armour for too long.
"I was captured, let me see..." Bastion begins to count upon his gauntlet fingers. "14 Months ago, along this coastline during a previous raid. It may have been by my own hand, and the start of my investigative process of the mystery figure, but I digress. Morai command knew where I was, and from the age of the ships used in the breaching, had the means to attempt a break. So why did they not attempt so much earlier for the asset of a Master Bladesman?"
Bastion slumped back onto the wall, with crossed arms, face staring upwards.
"I may be overthinking this, but since we are being honest, I shall divulge with you. Perhaps my Allegiances with such a Faction have finally ran dry, and their need of a Bladesman is not so dire as it was back when they promoted me. I can't say they were very concerned about their failure to recover me. I still serve them due to obligations from times past, but if they turn out to be more willing in blindly accepting this figure than I had assumed, well".
The Morai breathes deeply to himself, and exhales audibly.
"Im not sure I could serve such a Faction any longer".
Thurian looked up for a moment, putting his hand on his knee looking over the Morai as he spoke. He took a deep interest in how the man took care to speak. Surely he was gifted at being a sword barer and from the looks of it well schooled as well. Must have money in the Morai side of the world. Returning to his weapon Thurian let the man finish his speech, sounding more like a man conflicted with his choice's then a man on the way to the enemy base.
And here I though I was the one living a harsh reality. Well to each his own.
Putting the cloth away Thurian pulled out a empty clip for his rifle and slowly started to fill it back up. "Well, I can't tell you what is right or wrong it's not my place to do so. I can't even tell you which side to play on, I am not your master. For the sake of just talking I can't even tell you what to say, but I can insist. When I said is there anything you want to get off your chest, I did not want your life story, I did not want your conflicting choice's, and I did not want anything at all. In fact I expected you to just clam up and think I was trying to get information out of you by force. As you can tell that's not the case at all, so I thank you for at least talking with me."
Thurian reached up and removed his helm. The sound of the suit's seal disengaging was heard as well as presure returning to his lungs. Setting the helm to his side Thurian smiled, exposing his face to the enemy and yet still smiling about it. His left eye missing, no patch to cover it, his hair just long enough to slightly hide the open hole. The lines on his face expressed his age, if nothing else lying about it, but the stress of his job already turning his brown mane silver.
"Well, I will adress you as a person rather then an enemy. So tell me, what do you plan to do about your problem?"
"Flight is over ma'am. We have arrived at the destination, loadoff authorized."
Victoria got up from her seat and turned to the passengers in the ship.
"Thurian, take Bastion out first. A man named Marcus Cinderfall accompanied by other soldiers will guide you to the holding cell." Then she looked at Daoxin. "You will come with me."
Victoria shook Daoxin by the shoulder stepped down the platform. Marcus Cinderfall, a tall man wearing a white suit of armor, was there to greet them. A plate of metal covered his left eye.
"General." He saluted.
"Marcus." She said calmly. "You've gone a bit soft."
A soldier snickered, but was silenced quickly by an icy glare from the Ice Queen of Aturin.
"Take this Morai soldier," She pointed at Bastion. "To the holding cells. Oh, and take this boy to the interrogation room." She said, pointing at Daoxin.
"That man at the beach, the one who 'liked' you. He seems like a potential asset, and seems gullible and easily persuaded around you. We need you to find him, and try to get him on our side. If not, kill him. Dismissed."
Sistele saluted. "Sir, yes sir!" She marched out of the room, relieved that she wasn't reprimanded for anything. Making her way though the maze of tables, cubicles, and hallways that made up HQ, she finally found the front gate and stepped out into the fresh evening air. Now, how do I find this 'Nathan'?Perhaps I should take a gunship again.
The gunship in question looked ready to take off again.
Scrap! She raced up to the gunship flailing her arms wildly and shouting, "Stop! Stop! Wait for me!"
Getting the Morai off the ship was half the fun. Instead of having a sword at his back or directing him Thurian stood beside the Morai as equals instead of enemies. However he paused and looked at his 'General' in question.
"No, no need to interrogate the boy. As soon as I get our guest here in his new home I will come by and speak with him personally. After all I was the first one to meet him and to be honest I really don't like the way you have been treating him."
With out a further word Thurian walked off with the Morai. He left them no time to respond mostly because he did not want to hear Victoria turn into a banche infront of his guest.
DAOXIN
He walked with the soldiers, eyeing them suspiciously. These were not the conversational type. Unfortunately for him, he had a mouthful of questions with only ten minutes to ask all of them.
"What's your lives like?"
"Do you have any kids?"
"Favorite color?"
"Favorite food?"
"Wanna discuss politics?"
"Wanna talk about religion?"
"How do you feel about~"
He was cut short. They shoved him into the room and slammed the door shut, bolting it up. Daoxin heard them laughing outside, as they walked away down the hall. He frowned. His questions would have to be answered sometime. He just wish he knew when...
Mystery was afoot. There were a total of three pregnant women in the castle. No one could pinpoint the fathers. The children ran about, only the two of them. They squealed and played down the halls, and everyone would stop to watch them. They didn't know treachery was prowling. The pregnant women would not speak of their mates. But the King and Queen decided to monitor the hall when the children played. They wished for hints as to the ones that had broken the law.
Using their children to lure out the perpetrators. They watched, and learned.
Until one day, someone went missing...
It was the Warrior.
Oh, we're here already?
Nile looked up. Standing up, he stretched and stepped out of the aircraft. This place looks fancy. As they went inside, the Morai was taken one way and the other guy was taken another.
Nile stood for a second or two, not sure what to do. Eh, guess I'll fill up on ammo. He looked around for a second, finding the Armory and walked towards it. When he entered the armory, he saw that the training hall and garrison was there as well. Again, fancy. He reached out and retreaved a bandolier, selecting a couple of the cartridges and putting the bandolier back. Hooking the cartridges to his belt, Nile turned to leave. Something caught his eye, a different kind of cartridge bandolier. One with many different bullets on it. Reading the label, he looked at it with new interest. This looks useful.
He grabbed the bandolier, slinging it over his shoulder and walked out of the armory. Ok, this place is fancy, but what does it have to eat?"
"I have an answer for you, Warden".
Bastion spoke up as he was being escorted into one of the many vast holding cells of the Spiral Command Centre. The Morai turned his head as he spoke thusly,
"You asked what I should do of my problem, and all I responded with was silence. However I am now able to give an answer. I shall conquer. If the Morai are corrupted in command, like a weed in a the presence of a rose, I shall destroy the roots of such a pest, sending a destructive chain of events, crushing the weed. All that would occur afterward would be events based upon restoring order and flow to the flower that can bloom. At the very least, it'd be better than running away from them".
Bastion smirked, as he envisioned the prospect of what it would be like to lead a Faction.
(OOC: sorry that i have been away for so long guy's.)
After Liam Walked away and about to take a look at the mysterious figure he heard Bastion saying: "Very well then Warden, I will co-operate".
What?! after making such a scene now you decide to be sensible.
After turning around with a surprised look on his face he heard: "Would you be so kind as to fetch your commander then? I don't appreciate waiting to be captured so sluggishly".
he then removed his glove revealing the sign of the "Aturin knights", as he sat down and lit his pipe.
Expressing authority was never my talent.
He thought to himself as he watched scene between the two go on.
When Victoria entered the scene he heard Bastion say: "I don't like theatrics in rest or on the battlefield, so I shall be blunt."
"Ha thats a laugh, then why did you do so dramatic? you could have just stated your business and avoid the hole stand-of."
As Liam continues to observe the scene before him he suddenly hears a kid scold the warden: "Who in their right mind would go against Bastion? Explain to me this: What good does it do to split the work when you can do just as much together? Hm?! I might be in awe, and all of you may have pretty eyes, but the question doesn't waver." At this point Liam stumbles backwards laughing. " Thats beautiful, even a kid has better judgement on the battlefield than this warden!" As the situation gets more tens and the kid attacks Bastion he realizes that its no ordinary kid.
After watching the warden toss the kid aside he saw that figure got angrier but then suddenly broke down.
"sigh i have had enough of this melodrama.
While getting up a drop ship landed in front of him with a sleek design that was all to familiar to him.
"yes looks like were gonna visit some old friends!"
After boarding the ship and making himself comfortable, he heard Victoria and the warden argue.
Just when Liam was about to go to sleep he heard the warden say: "I have no care for who or what section you work for. My leader or not, following the rules are what bind us as allies. Remember, Wardens are the ones who enforce the rules to all with no bios for any even our own. Yes you are my general here, but Ozlo is currently left in command at the moment for the force's. So please, don't become a liability to the mission."
Breaking the tense tone with a sudden laughter. " Thats a good one, but aren't you the same guy who was willing to shoot a lone enemy with a .35 bunker round breaking the treaty of un-needed force? What beautiful hypocrisy."
As he saw some heads turn and got some mean looks he quickly turned around. allright then i'l just keep my mouth shut.
He then fell asleep wandering to what hideout they were going.
He later woke up when he heard the announcement of landing. When he walked out of the ship he saw an old acquaintance Marcus Cinderfall walk of withe the now captured Bastion. " hm small talk wil have to wait till later then."
He then started walking in the direction of the training room. i do hope that my personal settings are still there.
When he walked into the training room and booted up the interface a big smile came on his face. "Yeah baby, time to get moving."
He pressed the start button and music started blasting https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Ze6JLN-FL_M
while fire, thunder and ice shot at him from all sides.
An unseen smile came to his face as he opened the door for Bastion to enter. I have to give it to him. This man has heart, but when it comes to the problem facing him heart is not only the thing you need.
"You now have a plan. The last question I am going to ask, and you really need to sit and think on this one because it's going to decide how you enact your plan. Where and how are you going to start."
With that said Thurian closed the door and unbound the morai's hands threw the bars of the Holding Cell. Placing the keys to the door on his belt Thurian started to whistle as he turned and walked away leaving Bastion to his own thoughts and devices.
Victoria sneered, and disregarded the Warden's words.
I am in command here, and you are just another soldier.
She made her way to the holding cell where they were keeping Daoxin, and found some guards at the door.
"Make sure nobody gets through here, understand?" She said to the guards.
"Yes ma'am." The guards nodded solemnly, and their gazes switched forward.
Inside, Victoria looked at the prisoner, the boy. Daoxin, he called himself. He was confined by a cube of energy, sending lethal shocks to anyone who tried to escape, and around that was another cube of Azure Steel, the hardest alloy they knew of. Then there were several more doors and locks to keep the prisoner inside.
It took Victoria five minutes to get through all the security.
Finally, when she faced the boy, looking at him through the shimmering blue barrier, she spoke to him.
"You said on the beach you were the sole survivor of something. Of what, exactly?" She leaned forward, her eyes blazing with cold flame. "Tell me everything you know, or I'll have you moved and Balker will have his way with you. And he will make you squeal, that you can be sure of. Now talk, time is valuable, young man."
Walking threw the halls Thurian made his way to the holding cell of the boy. With a sigh he deadpanned and looked forwards. Really? Is it really nessary to hold the boy in some kind of volt that will only make the boy even more reluntent to talk to us. I wouldn't be surprised if the boy just locks up out of fear down here. The kid needs to be talked to like a person not a prisoner.
Whispling as he walked Thurian made his way down the hall, knowing full well he was in the clear for what he was about to do. After all he was a Warden a keeper of the peace, even if Victoria was his OC, Ozlo was his Commander and Cheif. His order's out weighted this wannabe officer.
Ah, crap. It seems my first RP has fell. You win some, lose some...
To the graveyard!
DAOXIN
He fumed at the man who had just so casually tossed him aside. Staring up at the man didn't scare him in the slightest. In fact, it only made him angrier. I'm up to my neck in people with no prioritizing priorities. Standing, he brushed himself off, and stole a glance at the emerald-eyed guy. But it wasn't like he was looking in his direction.
The man who had ignored him was not okay to do so. But...something still stopped Daoxin from acting out of anger again. People were watching, and there were only so many people who could potentially be interested in having his help, or possibly sheltering him. He gripped his shoulder and sighed, looking at the ground. "I-I'm sorry, mister. I....I-" he quieted himself down. The man was obviously trying to do his job. What could he do but watch...or mess up....probably both...
He took a few deep breaths. The attention was not the right kind he had wanted to draw to himself. He didn't know what to do...or if he could do anything...
He tugged his facemask over his trembling lips and pulled the hood over his shamed face.