“Yes darling, you helped the bad guys. We aren’t those dashing
princes here to save some captive princess or whatever dumb fairy
tale story with a happy ending. We’re not good, at least not from
your perspective.” Andrea pauses, staring at him. “So are you going
to fight us? We’re the “bad guys” after all.” She walks closer to
Noctis, her voice taunting even as she whispered “You better find a
good hiding spot, because you’ve just killed many innocent guards.
I don’t think the supporters of the Saint are gonna be very happy,
are they? Especially Wildana’s folk. What a pity….you could have
really forged strong bonds with them too, you know? Too bad you
lost your chance….” She steps back, returning to her position,
standing between Peter and Azazel.
She had finally arrived. An eerie feeling seemed to fill the air as
she took the first few steps into the kingdom. Lean was right- she
noticed almost immediately that there weren't many guards... At
least, compared to how many there were a week prior to her leaving
Wildana. She glances around suspiciously, before deciding that this
strange feeling was all in her head and continuing onward.
She moves towards an inn. Regretfully paying for a room while
keeping an eye out the window. Soon, she would meet with her
client. She had toyed around with her target for too long. The
agreement was that four days after her departure, her client would
remain near an agreed location for a few hours each day. If she
didn't show up after four days, then her client could consider
Dakota dead, or a runaway. If that happened, Dakota could
potentially have her client's hired assassins track down her
body.
"How bothersome" Dakota says with a groan as she moves towards her
room. She had some time to kill before they'd meet. She had spent
most of this week walking, all she wanted to do was sleep away her
few months of freedom.
But rest doesn't come easy. Again, Dakota is hit with that strange
feeling again- something horrible has occurred here! Call it
killers intuition, or a cliché way of driving a plot, but she was
certain that her gut feeling was right. "Hmmph, not my problem"
Dakota tells herself as she shuts her eyes.
"I mean. We were literally killing guards with no sweat, I don't
know how you got us mixed up with the good guys." Peter shrugged,
putting his hands into his pockets. "So, yeah, like Ma'am over here
said, you might just wanna go in hiding, perhaps change your
identity and hope that Wildana's folk don't come and rip your fur
off."
"That's a lot of words..." Aret scanned over the page, and then the
sketch. "Who is that? You seem to have a very strong opinion of
them."
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"Hm... I'm not sure what that is. It's not what I'm looking for-
it'll look like a blue orb." Selaphiel described, walking away to
search another room.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓆑 𓇗𓋼 **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light
I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚* ⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
He flipped to the next page, a photograph taped to it, rather
messily. It was a picture of about 10 people, kendo towering over
all of them, in the background. he smiled.
Aret's smile dropped. "Oh no... I'm so sorry...!" She wrapped her
arms around him tightly, looking up at him with glassy eyes.
"Please don't be sad... I love you, I don't want you to be sad."
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓆑 𓇗𓋼 **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light
I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚* ⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
Lean nods, uncovering the object entirely, it was nothing more than
some relic from the town, a piece of a statue. How that thing
managed to survive the cataclysm is beyond her but she kept looking
shortly after. A blue orb... in this wasteland of grey, it should
be somewhat easy to find.
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Chiara exits her tent, looking back into it one last time. It was
cleaner than when she first set it up. She looks around the
encampment, then to the main entrance and doing a simple move of
her hands, praying for protection. "Good luck... may you find the
right way." She mutters, sighing.
You know the first rule in combat?
shoot them before they shoot you.
Erik looks at them shocked and gulps. He lowers his tail and ears
feeling bad for what he did,but now it's just too late for him.
"They will never forgive me,poor people. But all I wanted is to
help"- he said in his mind.
"I-I dont know what to do now. They will hate me forever now. But
still I dont want to stand in your way...". He looks at the ground
Azazel just looks at Eric, saying calmly, “Then leave. Donnt stand
in our way, otherwise we’ll have to kill you too.” Azazel waits fir
Eric’s answer, although seemingly wanting to leave quickly before
either any more guards came or they were late to the main castle
schedule time he planned.
Erik looks at Azazel,with fear in his eyes. "Alright. I will leave
now. Thanks". He turns away,being careful at their movements. "I
must be careful now. They can attack me anytime...probbably" -he
sai in his mind
He turn into his wolf form and starts to run far from them. He
jumped on a large rock and looked after them, he started to howl
loudly.
Lilith picks up the relic that Iteral dropped, fiddling with it. It
seemed to be a piece of a roof. She turned it over i her hands,
tracing her finger over what she assumed were runes, before placing
it in her bag and continuing to search. “Blue orb….orb…blue
orb…hmmm” she calls out Lena again, before asking for her help to
look for the blue orb.
Andrea rolls her eyes. “Now that that’s out of the way, shall we
get a move on? The longer we linger the longer we attract unwanted
attention amongst these dead bodies. We have a kingdom to take over
don’t we?” She asks, watching Noctis retreating figure.
“Fear….that’s not an emotion I’ve felt from others before this
whole situation began. Nice to feel it again.” Andrea seems to be
rejuvenated, and she smiles to herself.
"Here, I found it." Selaphiel uncovered massive debris, looking
down at it. It was blue, almost clear, like a crystal full of
glowing water. She looked at it for a moment, tapping it as if to
make sure it was the real thing. As she touched it, the ground
below her seemed to shake violently.
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"Stop saying such things, you'll be fine." She jumped slightly once
she felt a light quake from all the way in the wasteland. "Oh my...
That doesn't seem good." Her wings seemed to shine slightly, then
returned to normal.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓆑 𓇗𓋼 **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light
I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚* ⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
Lean shakes a little at the movement, though still able to stand.
"Alright... all-powerful artifact, can... can we not touch it again
please? What is that, a sort of... earth relay?"
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Even Iteral in the far distance felt the quake. It was enough to
knock her off-balance and scatter the contents of her bags and
pockets. She just grumbles, picking up the clocks around her... one
though seemed off. "Huh? I never tuned this one..." She thought,
picking it up. "Should I..."
You know the first rule in combat?
shoot them before they shoot you.
Peter stared after Erik before shaking his head. "That kid is going
to get into some trouble one day." He slammed his foot onto the
handle of a spear, making it jumping up and land into his palm.
"Well, Azazel? Pretty sure more authorities are going to show up
soon. What's your call?"
Azazel seems annoyed at Peter, seeming so cheerful and all that.
“We head to the main castle. Straight through.” He starts walking
forward into the desert area, walking along the plains in the
kingdom. It wasn’t hard for the other two to see him start walking,
as the only thing in the area for now was tall grass. Which Azazel
was taller than.
Caspian seemed to shake a bit with the ground as it shook. It was a
bit surprising. He stayed with Lean, also curious about the magical
artifact Selaphiel had.
"Actually, that's not me... That's-" Before she could finish
speaking, she was overshadowed by another figure. A massive
creature like a monstrous calico cat. "Oh God... Run. Run. Run..!"
She stared at its paw as it came down upon her, seemingly crushing
her body.
𓍊𓋼𓍊𓆑 𓇗𓋼 **•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚ You are the light
I've been searching for forever ˚*•̩̩͙✩•̩̩͙*˚* ⋆┈┈。゚❀ུ۪ ❁ུ۪ ❃ུ۪ ❀ུ۪ ゚。┈┈⋆
Lean steps back a little, looking back. "Well, I would say fight...
but it crushed an angel and I do not wait for her return." She
whistles, her broom flying around on its own, picking up some to
let them gain distance. Lean notices a soft spot in the ground,
appearing behind it during an opportune moment. She pulls out two
pans from her bag and slams them together. "Here! Look over here!"
You know the first rule in combat?
shoot them before they shoot you.