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posté November 11, 2014, 03:41:40 | #1
As Darci got closer, she overheard Viper talking to Lazarus while giving him what appeared to be fish. She gave a small smile at the gesture… that was nice of him.

“Morning, here's some breakfast if you want it, careful though, it's a bit hot." Viper told Lazarus, and held it to the Xelor. Just as Lazarus took the fish, Neill’s voice cut in.

“Thankin ya much, stranger. Best be careful of feeding the animal." Neil drawled to Viper.


‘Did he? He… did just fucking say that… He said what I thought he said…’ went through her mind, and white hot anger flared up from scars deep within her soul. How. Fucking. Dare. He… How dare did call a person an animal!

It got worse as he cracked a joke.

“Don't know if Xelor's bite, but ya know the old sayin: First TIME for everythin...” Bauwmann continued his mockery of his prisoner.

"Geddit boy, I say ya geddit? Time? First TIME for everythin? Xelor? Hahaha, I's a joke, son! A joke! I crack myself up sometimes..."

With a loud snarl she marched straight from Neill as he noticed her.

“Ah, the prodi... the lass returns! Hope you got what ya wanted from yer friend. No more stops till we hit Arms Way...” He said, and looked at her.

Viper shot her a happy “Morning Darci!”

Darci ignored both statements, and made it into arms reach of Neill. Her hand snapped up, and slapped him hard across the left cheek.

A crack was heard in the air as the skin of Darci’s hand met Neill’s cheek.

“How… fucking… dare you…” Darci asked seething, practically shaking. Her hand stung, but she didn’t give a shit.

“How dare you call a captive man an animal! Even animals should not be mocked or treated that way! You have no fucking right to do or say those things to another human being!” She yelled at him, and hissed.

“You call him an animal again… I can’t be held responsible for what I will do to you” She threatened him, and curled her hands into fists.

Truth be told, Lazarus wasn’t even truly part of this equation of anger. He was just a small part of a bigger underlying problem within Darci, but Neill had said the wrong words by calling him an animal.

This post has been edited by CaseySquirrel - November 11, 2014, 04:17:43.
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posté November 06, 2014, 22:38:02 | #2
Darci ended up getting too tired to walk back after hours of talking with Marcel. Marcel, being the gentleman he was, offered her the bed. Darci gladly took it. She felt tired after such a long day, and travel to be honest.

She got in her nightclothes int the bathroom with a smile as she was happy she had come to see Marcel. Time had gone by... but thier friendship had not died. She was afraid he’d not want to see her, or possibly be uninterested in seeing her.

She walked by Marcel getting himself comfortable on the couch, pulling out extra blankets and pillow.

“Marcel” Darci called to him softly where she stood.

“Mmmm?” he hummed and looked up at her.

“Thank you for letting me stay here, and the tea” She told him with a smile that met her eyes.

Marcel gave a soft smile as well “Your welcome Darci... I’m just happy you are alive.” He told her, and looked at his makeshift bed.

“well good night.” She told him and walked to his bedroom.

“Night” he called over his shoulder and watched her go. He smiled a little, just happy his friend was still alive... He really had missed Darci, and almost forgot what she was like.

Darci had an uneventful night of sleep, just blackness welcomed her, and it was much better then her usual nightmares. Instead she briefly dreamed of a conversation with Meier…

He was just as she remembered him being, but shown in the light she saw him. He stood tall, and confident in her eyes. He had the same kind green eyes she would never forget, that when a true smile happened, he got crows feet by the corner of his eyes. She smiled up at him in her dream as she admired her friend. She had to say, Meier to her was the best Xelor she ever met.

They walked together in a garden that was mixed with strange plants, and strange combination of crystals jutting up like trees. The whole garden was surreal… almost otherworldly. As they walked, they made their way to a table in the center of the garden with a tea set already there.

“I’ve missed you” Darci told Meier, and he smiled under his elegant scarf.

"Madness! Well, I didn't miss you." Meier teased, but the one-armed hug he pulled her into told a different story.

“Shut up” She laughed a bit glared at him in a non-threatening way “I might give you another basket of soap.”

“How very thoughtful of you,” he replied innocently, with mischief in his eyes.

She rolled her eyes, and sat down to pour him tea “Just drink your tea”

He sat down, and pulled his scarf down off his face. Darci smiled a bit as he did, and poured her own tea. She leaned her elbow on the table and rested her chin in her palm as she watched him drink his tea.

“Is the tea alright?” She asked him

"Lovely." He nodded, regarding her over the edge of his cup with smiling eyes. "So, is it true that you've managed to get mixed up with *another* Xelor? They're very unsavoury people Darci; not to be trusted, you know..."

“Ah… yes… is this reference to you too?” She told him with a slight smirk then grew serious, “But no this Xelor’s name is Lazarus Carthac, he’s a criminal who experimented on people”

Meier snorted at that, taking another sip of his tea. He frowned slightly at the mention of Lazarus. "Experiments? What kind?"

"I'm not really sure to be honest... He never said, and refuses to talk about it. " She told him "...asshole even saw me naked while I was bathing.” She grumbled to herself while crossing her legs.

Meier raised both eyebrows at that. "What?! He was spying on you?"

"No he ran into the area I was bathing in then proceeded to lie to me, then use me as a shield for a bounty hunter while I was in a towel" She told him, and crossed her arms cagily.

"...sounds charming." Meier remarked flatly. "Why are you with him, again?"

"Because his bounty hunter doesn't want me spreading the word about his catch, and is watching us by going the same way to his check point" She told him, "I had a feeling if I disagreed to travel, the man would do something drastic"

Meier looked aghast at that. "Are you... alright? Are you safe with these people?"

"Probably not... but I brought muscle with me. I hired a body guard, that Sacrier I told you about name Viper." She told him, "I also stopped at a friend's home for the night, and going to tell him if he doesn't get a letter in the next few days to tell the militia I'm missing"

Meier sat back in his chair. After a moment, he sighed and smiled weakly at her. "Well, in a way, I'd be more worried if you *weren't* in trouble... then I'd *really* know something was wrong." He leaned across the table and took her hand. "Just promise me you'll be careful, alright? Look before you leap, Darci."

Darci smiled softly at that "I promise Meier... I'm gonna do my very best to be safe...I want to do things better in my life... I want to publish my book finally." She told him, and held his hand.

"Finally ready?" Meier grinned, and clapped his hands together once. "Excellent! I can't wait to read it..."

Just as Meier spoke and paused, she suddenly felt an upheaval the dream as some one shook her. She woke with a start, and looked up at Marcel shaking her shoulder slightly.

“Hey I’m making breakfast. You want some?” He asked her

Darci yawned and stretched a bit “yeah, that’d be nice. I need to get ready anyways…” She told him and swung her feet out of bed. She tried to remember her dream, but it came back in flashes. She knew Meier was in it though; She’d have to write him, and drop by his house. She hadn’t seen the man in ages, and it was time for a visit.

After she had gotten dressed, she headed over to the table with Marcel. He put down two plates for both of them, and sat with her.

“So how long do you have before you have to leave?” Marcel asked her wondering how much time he had with her.

“Honestly, I should leave after I eat.” She told him a bit sadly.

“oh… alright… will you visit again soon?” Marcel asked.

“I’ll see, but I will write you, alright. I do have one request” She told him, and ran a hand into her white hair.

“I’m traveling with this band that could be dangerous. If I don’t write you in a few days, then get the Militia. The men I’m worried about are Lazarus Cathrac, and Neill Buawmann.” She told him with a frown.

“Whoa, Whoa wait what?! You’re *traveling* with these people.” Marcel shook his head aghast.

“Yes, they’ll be easy to manage. I’m not overly worried, since we will be parting ways today or tomorrow. So don’t worry” She told him, and went into a lengthy description of what both looked like.

After they had finished up, and Darci double-checked Marcel had the descriptions down. She hugged her friend good bye.

“I’ll be back before you know it.” She told him lightly and gave him a gentle squeeze.

“You better be! We have a lot to catch up on! One day isn’t enough!” He told her with a bit of a sad smile “just be safe alright…”

“I will.” She told him and let him go. She started walking away towards where she came from, giving him a wave as she walked away.

It took a good hour to make her way back to where everyone was, and as she got closer, she was able to see Bauwmann in the tree. Also She could see her Drago still there, as well as Viper. Good. She was glad she had brought Viper along in this venture.


Edit: Forgot to mention, Meier is Aacher's character, and all the dialogue with Meier was done by Aacher ;D

This post has been edited by CaseySquirrel - November 07, 2014, 10:21:54.
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posté October 28, 2014, 10:10:27 | #3
The spot Neill picked was by an old willow tree not too far off the road. Darci smiled slightly at the sight of a good pick. Darci always did love sleeping under trees, and outdoors at night.

“This ‘ere should do it. Armsway’s just right over dere, but it’s best to let dem Dragos rest up. Lil’ buggers got us this far. Only fair to let em rest till then. ‘Sides, don’t want to get half way to Arms Way and have them collapsin’ unnerneath us.” He looks at Lazarus. “An’ no way in Rushu’s realm I’m carryin YOU to dere.” He chuckles as he starts to scout around the tree once more "As fer camp, it's no fancy schmancy 'tel or inn, but it's better than nothin..."

Darci swung off her drago, and led it up to the tree. Mister finally revealed himself by floating by her as she walked. “This is fine.” Darci told Neill and tied her drago up to a snarled knot on the tree.

Once she tied the knot well, and tugged it a few times to see if it would come loose. She was satisfied with the knot, she looked at Viper.

“Once we get camp going, I’ll be visiting my friend Marcel.” She told them over her shoulder, and started to gather dry branches from the willow tree. She piled the branches she found together, and walked a bit further to grab thicker branches from the surrounding trees.

Mister floated by her idly, and blinked as he started to get more active with night coming on. He chased after leaves, bugs, and other critters he could find.

עושה צרות ...” (trouble maker) Darci muttered under her breath in Dragconic as she watched her gobgob prance, then bring leaves back to her.

She picked him up in her arms as she walked, letting him sit on the tinder she was carrying.

She continued to help set up camp till it was finished. Once it was done, she turned her attention to Viper.

“Alright, I’m heading out. Watch my drago Viper, alright.” She told him and slung her haven bag over her shoulder. She walked down the road toward the direction she was told where Marcel lived. Darci unraveled a map from her bag, and looked for the land marks as she walked.

It had been awhile since she had seen him. He was one of her few friends at Uni before she...left. That was a decent term for it she supposed. She wondered briefly if he remembered her.

She had finally tracked down where he went after talking to a other aquanitences from school. They all told her that he was a out over by ArmsWay, one even drew her a decent map. The man had been a mathmatics major, and often would help tutor Darci in math. She hated to admit it, but it was not her favorite subject. She did well enough, but always struggled with the more complex formulas. She spend many late nights with him in the school library, scouring over books while quills scratched paper.

She saw a small cottage with light streaming out of it’s window as the sun started to recede behind the mountains. She looked at her map on last time, and a X marked the space where the cottage sat.

She walked up to it and knocked.

There was silence for a moment before the sound of footsteps made their way to the door. A click of a lock being undone, and the door opened to let light pour out. Darci squinted as the tall silhouette looked at her.

“What do-... Darci...?” The man stopped mid-sentence to gasp her name. Darci soon found herself pulled into a hug “DARCI! YOU ARE ALIVE!!!”

“Hahaha. Hi Marcel.” She told him and looked up at the tall, dark haired Masqueraider.

“What are you doing here? How did you find me? I thought you had died...” He said softly and looked her over, noting her scarring, “It doesn’t look far off the mark...”

“I wanted to catch up with a old friend... that’s all” She told him and rubbed her arm “and no I’m not dead...”

“Well come in! You simply have to tell me what you have been up to!” He quickly pulled her into his home.

“If you are anything like when we were in school I know you want tea!” He went off to make it while Darci stood in the threshold. She felt almost awkward being there... it had been so long.

“Go sit down, I’ll put a kettle on alright.” He told her with a grin, and waited for her to move. When she didn't he gave a exaggerated sigh, and pushed her along over to her table.

"Sit. Stay. Good." He told her as he sat her down... yep. Same Marcel. She couldn't help, but grin a bit. Marcel took off to his small kitchen were he went about getting a kettle on.

Darci sat at her seat, and waited for him to come back. Once he did make it back to her, the first thing he did was turn a chair around and sit in it backwards.

“Ok spill.” He sat in front of her and looked at her waiting for a story.

She opened her mouth to start, only to be cut off by a whistle.

"Ok, hold that thought..." He told her, and went to get the kettle. It was a few minutes later he came back with two mugs and set them down. he sat in his usual fashion and waved for her to continue.

"Ok, now spill" He told her.

Darci gave a nervous chuckled, and spent the next few hours filling him in about her life so far... leaving out certain parts. She talked the most about her book and studies. Meier, Solarus, her adventures up to this point, and learned a great deal about what Marcel had been up to as well.

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posté October 15, 2014, 23:37:01 | #4
"Hey! That's our home town she'd bad mouthing, Carthac!" Maurice said with false outrage, mostly amused. Lazarus grunted.

Darci rolled her eyes at what the Shushu had to say about her bad mouthing their town. She really didn’t care.

"Forget it, parasite- it's a tough town. Some people just can't hack Brakmar." Lazarus replied to the Shushu, loud enough for Darci to hear. Maurice laughed.

A small scowl appeared on Darci’s face at that comment, so she decided to snip back.

“I didn’t say I couldn’t handle it. If you have two kamas to rub together, and can make more by cunning then you’ll do fine. Even guttersnipes can field the town, but their lives are not their own. What is living if it comprised of stealing, debauchery, and death. Now the fact some people can’t handle Bonta, is quite sad. “ She said with emphasis on Bonta.

She tuned out of what Lazarus muttered to the Shushu, but she felt as if she was watched a moment. She looked at Lazarus again to see him looking ahead at the road, but Viper seemed to look at her with a sad express.

Darci sighed and looked away from him. She guessed he was thinking about her past he knew about. Wonderful… she was hoping he’d forget. She pulled her shoulders up in apprehension.

"So Lazarus, you say you're a scientist, were you doing anything before you went into what got you arrested?" Viper asked curiously to the Xelor, turning his attention away from Darci. Darci was relieved he didn’t say anything.

"Research", Lazarus answered stiffly.

Research?", Maurice crowed, amused. "More like getting his ass kicked in the slums!"

"Oh, because you were there with me, hmm?", Lazarus retorted, acid in his voice.

"I know a gutter ratou when I see one! And you, Lazarus, are as slummy as they come", Maurice told him cruelly.

Darci couldn’t help the laugh that followed at the fact her comment about guttersnipes wasn’t too far from the mark. She felt immediate remorse after though. That wasn’t right.

She tried to turn the laugh into a cough to cover it, but she knew it might be too late. She refrained from commenting, but it seemed like Lazarus held his temper.

"So you're a bounty hunter? How's business?” Lazarus asked Viper, the fading anger at Maurice still present in his voice.

Darci didn’t say anything as Lazarus asked Viper about his business. She still felt a little guilty for laughing at Lazarus. “Maybe she shouldn’t feel as bad, he is a criminal after all” a small voice sounded in the back of her head.

She quickly pushed the thought aside. A person is a person, even if they are a criminal. If she thought that they weren’t… She’d be no better then those who treated her wrong.

She gave a heavy sigh, ruffling her wild white hair as she contemplated the morality of how to treat a true criminal. She came to the conclusion it was best to not to trust him, but also not be unkind. Everyone had circumstances to get there where they were today, and not everyone can pull themselves out of the dark.

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posté October 08, 2014, 09:23:30 | #5
Darci listened to Neill speak to Lazarus, and the reply that followed. She smiled a bit to herself. In a way, yes, they were almost there. She could hardly wait to get there. It felt like months since she last saw her friends… probably was. though it didn’t stop the stream of letters that flew between them. Darci never stayed in one place too long, but she always made sure to let them know the next place she'd be. Her home was her haven bag, and she was all right with that. She did, however, slightly miss a stable home, but the life of traveling the World of Twelve was too exciting. She’d settle down one day, but not today.

She stirred out of her thoughts at the raspy shushu’s voice started asking Viper why he was in his get-up. Darci didn’t pay much attention to what Viper said since she had heard it before. Though she did note Viper opened himself up for an attack on his mental sanity… not the best move, but Darci didn’t feel like commenting. Viper should be careful with his words really, but Darci wasn't his mother.

“Your friend has some good taste, pardner, but you really ought to... I say, ought to be more careful when wearin it. ‘Specially in the nation o’ Brakmar. Last I heard, them Hoods got involved in some shady dealin’s there. No idea what fer, but apparently it's peeved off them nobles I hear. Now their public enemies number one, on the run and every Brakmarian from Martial Path to Gnashville's offerin’ bounties on dead hoods. I say, DEAD ones! No live one’s last I checked. Word o' advice: Best hide that if yer inclined to be visitin Brakmar durin the tourist season, or a shaky Iop's the least of yer concern...” The Cra told Viper in concern.

Darci gave a unlady like snort at his comment about Brakmar, “When isn’t there shady deals in Brakmar?” She said with particular venom in her tone.

“About time someone gave the nobles a little trouble…” Darci said as the image of a male Feca dressed in all white played in her mind. “Don’t worry though, Viper and myself have no interest in going to Brakmar.” She told Neill stiffly.

“As fer ya, we ought to be there soon, provided we make a moskito fly-line straight to it. And none of em campin goin-ons, y’hear...Neill turns his gaze towards Darci. " 'Less ya object, miss?"

“I have no objections, though I do need to stop somewhere along the way. It’s not too far from Arm’s Way. I have a very close friend I need to pay a visit to, but it shouldn’t take too much of our time.” Darci told him, but was careful to leave it vague. She pulled out a very intricate pocket watch, it looked to have a glass decorated cover over the clock. She clicked it open to check the time. Right on time even with the extra people.

She never did like informing people more then they had to know… Especially those she didn’t trust. A habit she learned from Meier.

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posté October 04, 2014, 09:36:27 | #6
Darci rode along as her drago clopped down the road. She was glad she found such a good drago… Willing to bare her places she needed to go. The dragons temple, as shit as the Osas were, at least had excellent animals. She looked down at its braided mane, something she had done herself, and patted his neck. She approved, as the creature didn’t even flinch as Mister crawled about him, or jumped off to try and catch a butterfly. She looked to the sky as she thought on her days of the temple.

The tranquil gardens, the arched pathways full of all colors… it was like a painting with each Osamoda’s blessing of color for each of his disciples. She even had met a black Osamodas! All the books… so many books, and the Draconic runes! Ah it was nice while it lasted… She wondered how big the kids she trained with were now…

She sighed, as she looked forward her peripheral vision on her right eye caught a look at Viper. Her left was shit… she could only see basic shapes in it now. She had Alia to thank for that though at least, it was better then nothing.

She concentrated on looking at Viper. In her mind a cultured, controlled tone of the man she regarded as family, flittered in her mind.

Darci, you need to observe people. They give away more then you think they do. Use that to your advantage, and you’ll always be ahead in the game.”

She then drew all her attention on Viper as he sat tall on his dragon. She watched him fidget with his reigns, and bounce his leg in the stirrup. Darci watched carefully as his hand came up to clasp at something under his hoodlum outfit… A necklace perhaps? He rubbed it between his thumb and forefingers… a necklace from his lover. She took note of his outfit, and saw it was clean… He must keep it clean because he was proud of it.

She went back in the files in her mind, remembering why she even hired Viper for this venture. She was tired of life throwing unexpected rocks at her… where she had to fight for her life, just as she took two steps forward to her future. She was tired. So this time she hired muscle. Viper was an excellent fighter as she recalled from their previous adventure together. She would get to Arms Way safely, and be able to do what she dreamed of doing. She would publish her first book. The book took years to make, and she slaved over it… quite literally. The world, if they wished, could read the dead language that had eluded so many for years. A translation guide to read Draconic. It was tucked away in her haven bag, and three copies were sitting on her mantle. The first one would find its home very soon hopefully, as the dragos trotted down the back roads of Amakna .

She took her eyes off Viper to survey their local criminal. He was like any Xelor, but his armor spoke quite a bit. It was a full set of armor, and usually Brakmarians were known for their armor. Every part of the armor was an ashy grey, and dents could be seen in it. One particular dent stood out on his chest. She briefly wondered what dented it. She watched, as his hand seemed to go over it in the same train of thought as well.

A Brakmarian Xelor’s armor was their honor in a way... You do not separate the two, or there would consequences. The spells in the armor usually also had something nasty for whoever took it.

Lazarus sat slouched in the saddle, poor posture as he sulked to himself. He fidgeted like Viper, but more with his armor. She saw him rubbing his arm guards, his bandaged fingertips going over the shackles. He didn’t seem to know how to properly ride a drago either… interesting. She would think he would know how, most do. That brought another question to her mind. What schooling did he have that he learned to experiment on people? Genetics? Biology? Chemistry? Was he a Bio-Chemistry major like Alia?

She would have to listen more as he spoke to see if he left any hints. The man was a puzzle to say the least.

Lastly, she looked at Neill, the bounty hunter. Shabby. First word that hit her mind, but she knew it was a slight askew perspective. She decided to wipe his slate clean for now.

His clothes were dusty, and worn, though his riding posture was of a professional. He didn’t have a bow.. Only those two arm cross bows. She tried to remember what her brother taught her about Cras… something about their bows... She’d have to consult her library when they get to where ever they were stopping for the night. She’d research Brakmarian Xelors, she had quite a few books on Xelors…

Neill was an interesting fellow as he tried to ask Lazarus what was on his mind. Funny. He probably do better not to pester the Xelor, she’d doubt he’d tell him anything on his mind at all. Then again she didn’t know what kind of person Lazarus was.

She noted Neill seemed to hate silence. Maybe he didn’t like to be alone with his thoughts, and drown them with his voice. Heh. Irionic. Usually Xelors keep to themselves, so she doubted Neill would get far with him… if he tried to chat with her.. well she didn’t know what she’d say. She really wasn’t interested in giving away bits of herself. Knowledge was power in so many ways. It’s always best to give people less rope to hang you with.

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posté September 24, 2014, 21:22:17 | #7
Darci got dressed quickly as she pulled out clothing from her dresser. She chose a button up blouse, with a pair of pants. She would be riding a drago today, and she didn’t need everyone thinking she pranced about in a towel alone.

She got out her boots, and paused as she got them. Boots always reminded her of Meier, and his prized pair he always wore. She gave a soft smile at the thought, and pulled them on. As she did, she tucked a knife into the boot as well… She was traveling with a convict, one couldn’t be too careful.

A quick check of her appearance in a mirror satisfied her with her outfit. She grabbed a brush, brushing her wet hair back into a ponytail. She tied it with a thick tie, only things that would hold her hair really… she had broken so many ties over the years with her hair.

Once she was done, she walked towards the entrance of the haven bag. She paused to look at a book on her mantle. Soon her work would be published, and hopefully people could use it. She knew two close friends who get to read it first though. She didn’t even realize she was smiling as she left her bag. Once out though, the sight of Neill, and Lazarus brought a more neutral expression to her face.

“Ready ta set off, lads… and miss? We might reach Arms Way in two days! Less if we don't stop fer breaks...” Bauwmann called out.

She sniffed slightly at the address of miss. Good, he better remember she was a lady.

"No..." Lazarus muttered to himself.

“Alright let’s head to where our dragos are then, come on Viper.” She waved to Viper and strode in front with purpose. Two days of traveling was longer then she wanted, but she could tolerate it.

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posté September 19, 2014, 09:31:12 | #8
“Well, ya can’t blame a man fer not knowin, lass. Not ev’ry day ya get to travel with a shushu (and one trapped in a collar, for that matter). Last I heard, only guardians carried shushus 'round, and they’re not all that common 'round these ‘ere parts…” Neill blushed, and looked away from Darci. She made a confused expression then realized it was he was trying to give her some respects since she was only in a towel.

"Oi! Put that dere armband back on, ya cheeky gob, ya!" The Cra yelled at the xelor, who promptly got ratted out by his shushu. Darci looked back at Neil as he took note of her threat to him as well.

Kindly noted, he merely blurts.

After a moment of silence, he coughs, then continues…

I say, I say Missie, If you were told to escort a convicted felon in private… wouldn’t it make sense to AVOID the roads and other busy works? Y’know, to avoid the general populace and whatnot. Y’know, loose lips an’ all dat. No offence, ma’am, but civvies like yourselves just LOVE to gossip; spreadin it ‘round like wildfire. And wouldn’t cha know it, EVERYONE will soon know what the general hubbub is!"

Darci only gave him a bored look at his explanation of how people were gossips… was he implying she was… well for now she won’t call him on it…

"As I said earlier, Miss, I was tasked by the Bontan authorities to escort this here ‘fine upstandin' citizen of the law’ towards… um… towards… Now where wassit ‘gain? 5th Bond, or whassit Pancake Bridge…”

“Arms Way!” Maurice shouted, making certain it would ring in Lazarus’ ears. Darci only flicked one ear back at the shout, but kept her attention on Neill… she didn’t like where this was going…

[b]“[/b]Ah yes,” Neill snapped his fingers “That’s the spot: Arms Way! We were told to ‘ren-de-voose’ with one of the Captains there. He’d inform us (well, myself mostly, can’t trust that dere criminal and whatnot) of what to do afterwards.”

Neill then realized something. "Say, where were you two goin’ to anyway? Can't say I like the prospects of leavin ya two 'lone now that y'know what's goin on...”

yep… just as she thought. He did think they were gossips and what made it worse was… he was going to the same place she was.

“So you’re saying you want to travel with Viper and me since you think we might gossip about you and your prisoner.” Darci told him bluntly. She made an annoyed noise in her throat then crossed her arms. “Well It’s your lucky day… We are going the same way. Though I have to say I’m not keen on traveling with a convict known for human experimentation…” She glanced at Lazarus then to Neill.

“But if it’s ok with Viper, then... I’ll be fine with it. Now if you’ll excuse me I’m going to get dressed.” She walked over and went into her haven bag to get some clothes on.

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posté September 16, 2014, 12:54:18 | #9
NOW SEE HERE MISS! I say, I say, don’t touch that dere collar! There’s no idea what might happen! Fer all I know, the Bontan officials might have jury rigged that dere collar! It could explode!” Neill yelled at her and slapped her hand off the collar.

Darci felt her hand getting slapped, and turned on the Cra. How… fucking… dare he… he could have said not to touch it, or took her hand off it.

She opened her mouth to berate him for slapping her hand, but he seemed to realize his mistake before she could get a word out.

Neill removed his hat, bows to Darci, then answers.Thousand pardons, miss. Don’t know what came over me. Things just mighty dangerous, is all. Who knows what might have happened…"

"It's not going to fucking explode!" Lazarus snarled at him, angry.

Not Pardoned.” She told him bluntly and curled her lip into a scowl. “How… dare you. For one, the collar wouldn’t explode. Two that was COMPLETELY unnecessary to slap my hand. And lastly, A Shushu is a demon that needs a person’s consent to take them over. You have to forgo control for power, but the catch is the Shushu doesn’t give it back. I am aware what it is, I merely have not seen one myself.”

"Bloody nothing, that's what!" Lazarus folded his arms in a huff. "Well, not from Maurice, anyway- who is an 'it" and a parasite, by the way!" Lazarus said loudly, answering her question in a way designed to offend Maurice.

Darci turned her attention to Lazarus speaking, narrowing her eyes slightly. At least he answered her questions even though it twisted in his view. She whipped her tail, it snapping like a whip in there… She needed to calm down, but she still felt upset over all of this.

"But you lay a hand on me again and I'll gut you in your sleep." Lazarus threatened, pointing at her, still angry. He stamped up the bank, leaving them by the river and sat down on a log.

Darci blinked at the threat, but didn’t say anything. Now Lazarus had the right to be upset since she touched him. Neill had no right to slap her hand though. She took a deep breath, held it, and then let it out through her nose. Her sense of balance and calm inside her settled, the ripples of anger ceased. She knew she needed to speak to Neill to understand the whole situation.

“Alright, Why are you here? Why aren’t you using the road like normal people? Please explain what exactly are you two planning on doing here?” She asked and held the bridge of her nose “Also by the way, if you slap me again at any time, I will personally make you regret that choice faster then you can slur your words.”

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posté September 12, 2014, 11:52:28 | #10
"Can't blame a man for trying." Lazarus said

Darci hummed a noise in her throat at that till Neill came over, and took her hand off the Xelor’s wrist.

Now, now lass, No need to damage dem goods now, y’hear. Felon’s gotta be in decent shape where Im’ma takin him. Neill chuckled

“I wasn’t trying to.” Darci countered blandly, and let her hands drop to her sides. She watched as Neill cuffed Lazarus with some serious hand cuffs… it turned her stomach slightly at the sight of the cuffs... Not that Lazarus didn't deserve them.

“There, let’s see ya try and get those off, ya blighter. Bet'cha not even Whodunnit could get outta dem cuffs...” The cra announced, confident.

"Stop calling me a felon." Lazarus grumbled quietly, undoing the neck of his jacket so Maurice could see. "I'm a scientist!"

Darci raised a eyebrow at that… a scientist… She briefly wondered what degree he must have, and where it brought him in his life choices. She was not to judge though honestly, it really wasn’t her business who or what he was.

An outraged shout came from the shushu around Lazarus's neck, upon having his vision restored. "Whhhhaat! Carthac pulls that stunt and all you did was put him in chains?! Kick his teeth in! Beat th-"

Till…. The shushu started talking, now it was her business. The Shushu had Darci’s full attention. Her ear perked forward, and her tail twitched in a excited fashion. A shushu! A real shushu! She’d never really seen one up close. Though Lazarus was less then thrilled.

"Shut up! Shut up! Worm! Parasite!" Lazarus shouted over Maurice, smothering the shushu with his hands. "You treacherous little bastard, I'll get you for this!" he hissed to Maurice.

Darci couldn’t help, but laugh a bit at Lazarus’s shrieks. “Is that really a shushu?” She got closer to Lazarus.

“Is it a ‘he’ or ‘she’? Do they have a name? What does it do? Is it a weapon? What element does it have?” Darci asked rapidly as she examined the collar “This is so fascinating!”

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posté September 09, 2014, 12:40:46 | #11
“Listen ‘ere, lass. Much as I’d like to… convince ya’ll ‘bout that dere hooligan, its just Bonta business, plain and simple. Don’t want no city slickers like yerselves getin’ involved. If you DO however… want to get involved…”

Darci watched the Cra with a frown on her face… What was he up to? She wondered that briefly till Neill pulled out a scroll. She looked a bit surprised at the presence of the paper. Neill tossed it at her feet… really? She’d have to bend down and get that in a towel…

“Then take a gander at them papers I’ve been given. Friendly advice: best to just leave the felon with me and just skedaddle outta ‘ere. Ya’ll just don’t know what yer in fer…”

“We will see.” She told him and went to reach for it when the Xelor yelled behind her.

“Don't pick that up! That's how he tricked me!" Lazarus told Darci urgently, darting a hand out to take her arm before she could reach for them. "It's a trap spell- sucks your wakfu when you open it... which is why I didn't just teleport away." he added, sounding extremely sheepish.

Darci paused at that. Either this Cra was extremely clever, and wanted to capture a Xelor, but why go to that much trouble. She looked at Neill… no the Cra didn’t seem like the type, though appearance are deceiving…

“Mister?” She clicked her tongue, and Mister floated forward. Mister would know if there were any rune traps, but it didn’t matter. Viper walked over confidently.

“So....the scroll can suck up my wakfu when I open it huh?" With that, he reached down, picked up the document, and opened it.

Nothing happened....Viper looked at the Xelor from under his hood. "You were saying?"

As soon as Viper proved the document was not a trap as the Xelor told Darci, the same arm that Lazarus grabbed, Darci snared his wrist in her hand.

"Prisoner transfer documents...for, the Xelor know as Lazarus Carthac...arrested for crimes of human experimentation." He looked over to the Cra and then to Darci.

"Its the real thing." Viper said holds up the document to the light. "And the Bontaian crest is genuine."

"Sorry about that...good thing you had this on you huh?" Viper handed the document to Darci. She quickly took it and shook it out with her free hand as she held Lazarus with her other hand. She was quiet a moment as she read, and looked at Lazarus with a steely gaze.

“Nice… you almost got me. You know if this was Brakmar with the claims of human experimentation I might have let you go, assuming it’s trumped up charges… but we are not in Brakmar.” She tightened her grip on his wrist “I guess your freedom streak is up”

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posté September 07, 2014, 20:50:12 | #12
Darci let to Cra roll to his feet, and didn’t even flinch as he pointed his cross bows at her… the bastard.. how dare he!

“Excuse me, but what damn right do you have to attack this man and point your bows at me! I am unarmed, also as you can see, undressed. “ She asked him and made sure to keep in his way of his aim. She looked livid as she looked at the man and crossed her arms. She saw Viper come to her side from the corner of her eye, but she kept her gaze on the Cra. Good. She had back-up.

“Miss, I think its best ya scoot a little to the left (or the right, if you feel like it). I’m here to app…appre…ap… stop this ‘ere varmint. Simple Bonta business, if ya understand…” he grumbled in a stern tone.

"That's the guy." The Xelor whispered in her ear, making her elfish ear twitch. "Nut job who attacked me... move aside, you're in his line of fire."

“I’ll be fine, don’t you worry” She whispered back to him, “I suggest teleporting out of here.”

“How about no.” She told the Cra in her own stern voice, returning her attention to him. “You have no damn right to point your bows at me, at the very least explain why you are here like a logical person” She demanded.

“I say, I say, I ain't here to cause a ruckus, so best stand where ya are. Got it? Just goin' to grab this here bad egg, then leave ya'll in peace... ”

"What do you want with me?" Lazarus called back. "I've done nothing to you!"

“Yes, by what right do you have to detain this man?” Darci asked with narrowed eyes.

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posté September 06, 2014, 10:01:03 | #13
“Darci! Are you okay! I Can't exactly see anything so you're going to have to say something." Darci whipped her head to look at Viper coming in, but quickly decided not to kill him since he had his face covered. He held out a towel to her, as he stood there blind.

"If you need it." He said to her.

“Thanks.” She told him and took the towel from him, and wrapped it around herself.

"There's really no need for that- this isn't a bath house, it's a river! I had no way of knowing you'd be there..." The Xelor called to her, back still turned. "And if it's any consolation, I didn't see anything past all your hair...” The strange Xelor told her… how rude! She knew it wasn’t a bathhouse either, but she had the right to be pissed about some one stumbling on her naked. Who wouldn’t!?

“Good.” Darci quipped sharply, and held the towel over her body, she was not happy at all for a person walking in on her bathing. She was at least her hair saved her some decency.

"Look, I'm sorry to have startled you, but I need to go. Like, now. There's a crazy asshole after me- that's why I was in the bush. He caught me on the road and I had to try and ditch him.” The strange grey Xelor told her as he stood there with his back to her…. Till a crazy Cra tackled him around the knees.

“Osamodas’s Tail!!!” Darci yelled and bounced back from the two men

I’ve got ya now, ya bloody scamp! The Cra yelled at the Xelor as he tackled him down to ground. Darci wasn’t sure what to think at the moment, but the first instinct was to help the Xelor… She knew too many Xelors to just look away.. As she thought on Meier and Solarus briefly.

“What the hell do you think you’re doing?!”She yelled, and held her towel up.

"Get off of me, you lunatic!" he shouted, "Help!" he called to her…

At the word ‘help’, it wasn’t a strange Xelor in front of her… it was Meier… the memory of him on the ground calling for help burned in her mind, making her surge forward

“GET OFF HIM!” She hissed and grabbed the Cra by his arm. She threw him with all her might, which.. was quite a bit. Once he was off the Xelor, stood in front of him as a defense, as a growl built in her throat. On cue, Mister sprang out of the brush coming to his Osa with a api in his mouth, wondering what was up.

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posté September 05, 2014, 08:37:36 | #14
Darci froze in shock as she heard a bush by the river rustle then push aside to a Xelor crowing “Excellent!"

For a brief second the world slowed down, as the Xelor turned his mask to look at her naked in the river. Darci couldn’t help the shriek that erupted from her throat, and the snarl that followed after. “Pervert!!!”

"Xelor's dust, sorry, sorry!" The Xelor quickly said, and put his back to her “"Gods and Goddesses, I swear I didn't know you were here! I'm so sorry!" He held his hands in a apologetic manner, but this didn’t appease Darci.

“What the hell!?! Who the hell are you?! Were you spying on me naked!” She hissed in anger, and covered her breasts. “You don’t just walk in on a person bathing!”

“If you move one inch, I swear by Osamodas I will punch you so hard in the head you will forget what day it is!” She growled, and got out of the water to get something on.

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posté September 04, 2014, 21:02:51 | #15
Not too far off where a criminal was running in the woods, Darci was walking to the river her group had found. She had been aching for a proper bath, for what felt like ages, so the river would have to do.

Earlier she threatened Viper with dismemberment if he dared peek in on her, which he promptly defended he had a girlfriend and that was all he wished to see. She checked over the area anyway, making sure no one was about before actually undressing.

She debated in her mind if she should put down runes… but she was too tired and wanted to just bathe. So she pulled out knifes she had in the lining of her leggings first. A trick she had learned from Meier after their travels together. She dropped them next to her haven bag unceremoniously. Next off came her shoes, her leggings and arm warmers. As those came off, it exposed a network of scarring littering up her arms and legs. The scars were all a lighter brown, contrasting her darker brown skin tones.

Lastly she pulled off her Pandawa dress, which displayed a large dragon tattoo inscribed on her back. The dragon itself centered itself on her spine, and its wings took up the majority of her back. Though now, several large strips of scars in a criss-cross pattern marred the tattoo, ruining it completely.

She hung her dress up as well, and took of the last of her garments before testing out the water. Once she deemed it was all right, she slipped into the stream. She sighed with pleasure as it felt nice on her skin, and started to wash up. Her long white hair flowing with the river as she sat on the rocks, almost completely submerged to her collarbones.

'Finally, just some peace and quiet for once..' She thought as she relaxed in the water with river's soft crinkling sound of the water on rocks.

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posté August 26, 2014, 08:51:01 | #16
Name: Darci Leigh (She rarely tells people her true last name)

Race: Osamodas

Sex: Female

Age: 28-29 (she’s not quite sure which)

Element: Earth, a slight with a inclination for fire.

Attire: She usually wears Pandawa clothing, the more modest versions at least, which gives her an oriental look. She wears black stockings, and matching arm warmers. She prefers to look sleek and professional at all times. Her hair is the exception to this rule and is a wild mane of unruly hair, and is a creamy white. What is strange about the girl is that her skin color is brown instead of blue. It’s not too rare, but rather uncommon for Osamodas. Her eyes are green and yellow, which is a rare trait.

Fields of interest: Dragons, Draconic, Dragon Runes mixed in with Alchemy circles, and Geology

Education: Darci finished her four-year degree of Linguistics and Music at Amakna’s University of Arm’s Way when she was 25. She traveled around the World of Twelve to different sites with Draconic language while she was in school. She also dabbled slightly in physiology, because it interested her.

She spent nearly two years exclusively studying at an Osamoda’s temple to refine her magic alchemy circles. Her magic that she currently uses is a mix of dragon runes interwoven with alchemy circles to produce crystals, precious and semi-precious stones, gems, and metals (such as silver, iron, copper, gold, etc.)

How does her magic work: She needs to have a source of the mineral or ore to grow and shape it. So whether it’s a direct source, or something she pulls of her pocket. She knows her geology rather well, and is used to incorporating in aspects of her environment to use for her spells.

Drawbacks: It takes time to write the whole circle and if she doesn’t do a circle with her magic, it expends more magic then she wants to use. Since she is using Draconic runes as a base, which as an ancient language of dragons, their words have power behind them. When Draconic runes are used in spells, they cost more magic then common spell language. Thus she can’t endlessly make spells, without exhausting herself. Also certain crystals hardness cost more magic, like diamond, while say quartz has a lower magic take.

Personality: Darci is a very quiet person by nature. She never speaks on the scars that litter her body, as they all have a story to them. Typically she’ll play her cards close to her chest, only giving hints at what might have happened to her. She loves to analyze people, and to understand those around her. She appreciates music, scenes of nature, speaking Draconic, traveling, and her gobogb.

Just as she is usually quiet, she also has a temper. She tries to be logical in her ways, but if you pick away at her scales, then she will rip into you. Whether it’d be with her words or her claws… is depends to the offense.

Darci is a huge advocate for the rights for human rights, this came from... previous experiences. She has a deep-rooted dislike of Brakmar, and if someone asked her why, it’s unlikely she’d tell you out-right. Just like a dragon, her past is riddled with mysteries that you have to figure out.

Only one man truly knows Darci best, and that is Dr. Meier Rosencra.

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posté March 01, 2014, 10:28:02 | #17
Hey everyone! I am still alive, just been super busy with work as of late. I plan to reply in the next day or so, sorry for taking so long!! D:

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posté January 19, 2014, 22:09:30 | #18
DJAGHSKHAFDFAD THAT WAS ONE OF THE BEST DISPLAYS OF A ACTION SCENE I HAVE EVER READ. *slow claps dramatically* You sir have my admiration.

No seriously though, Bad... Ass.. like the baddest of asses of assdoms.

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posté January 13, 2014, 21:47:54 | #19
Darci felt her conscious flicker back to life, and started to come to from being thrown from the explosion. First sense to comeback was a ringing static sensation noise that trapped out all sound. Next, the pain flaring up her right arm and thigh. She grunted in pain, and tried to look at the injury only to realize her vision is slightly blurred. She rolled to her side only to look up at a barrel of a stasis rifle pointed at her face. Confusion took her for a second, then her eyes focus, contracting to slits in horror.
Meanwhile, Meier ducked and dodged his way through the foggernauts. Weaving through them, he spun around to find he was nearly face-to-face with one. Not stopping, Meier cast Underhand as he ran, knocking the foggernaut back. The heat of a stasis charge shot by his right ear, far too close, and he saw it hit the foggernaut he'd downed.

"Watch it, Isart!' He roared, not looking back.
"Sorry!" was the alarmed and apologetic reply.

He'd almost reached the far wall. Vaulting over the pipe there, he saw Darci, collapsed on the floor, looking up barrel of the stasis rifle pointed at her. Startled by Meier’s arrival, the foggernaut turned its head to look at him-
-and that second of hesitation was all Meier needed. Summoning temporal energy, Meier focused it on the foggernaut, blasting its gears apart with the displacement of time.

"Darci, are you alright?" Meier asked her, kneeling next to her to see her injuries.

She looked shocked when the foggernaut fell away and winced as Meier placed his hand on her. She stared at the rifle that almost took her life for a second. She gave a hiss of pain as he moved her bad arm.

"DAMN IT!" she cussed out in reaction, and gritted her teeth against the pain. She looked down at the skin, which is a darker brown and oozing green blood. It looked like sick tree bark, oozing green sap with some of her skin peeling. She processed that the injury is at least a 2nd degree burn, and damn did it smart...

She turned her attention to the Xelor and stared up at Meier, astounded he saved her life.

"You.. you saved my life.." she whispered, but was cut short as she saw a Fogger pointing a pistol at them.

"Here, can you s-" Meier began.

"GET DOWN!" Darci roared, yanking him down by his coat, the shot missing him by inches. Whipping around to face their new assailant, Meier went to throw a spell at it, only for it to be deactivated by three shots from a stasis rifle. A second's confusion followed, then Isart suddenly appeared, vaulting over the pipe to land next to him.

"Cheers, eh." Meier said with a relieved grin.
"No problem." Isart replied, watching for more foggernauts.

Meier returned his attention to Darci. "Can you stand?"

"Meier- take that foggernaut's stasis rifle, the one you just destroyed. You're going to burn through too much Wakfu otherwise." Isart said suddenly.
Ah, now that was actually a good idea!

"Good thinking. Problem though: I don't know how to use these ones." Meier said as he examined the gun he’d picked up.

"There's no safety on those- just point and shoot. It won't stay powered long though- the foggernaut's core was giving it power. You've probably got a limited number of shots..."

"That's fine... no shortage of replacements..." Meier said, glancing at the carnage around them.

Darci listened to their conversation and already was picking up a rifle from the carnage closest to her. She winced as a little bit of green blood got in her eye from a cut as she stooped down. She held her damaged arm against her, trying not to bump it or further hurt it.

"Do you have this place covered? I need to get my hammer and bag." She said to them as she strapped the rifle to her back and picked up a pistol.

Meier nodded. "We've got it."

"So stasis pipes are highly combustible... noted." Darci said, slowly getting to her feet.
Isart snorted a laugh. "Yep, they sure are."

"I can't believe you did that." Meier added, gesturing to the destroyed pipe, shaking his head in disbelief and a little admiration. Seeing her struggle to reach her bag, he went over to her, watching for foggernauts.

"Keep an eye out for foggernauts for me, ok?" Meier instructed before ducking down to retrieve it for her. Slinging the bag over her good arm for her and still holding the hammer, he walked her back to Isart. Darci looked at him with a grateful expression, and put a hand on her bag as he walked her back.

"How are you going to fight like this? Sit down, we'll bind the worst of your injuries... where are you hurt?” Then muttered to himself: “And why in Rushu's hell did we leave the enirpsa back with Moritz?"
"Darci, that was crazy blowing up the pipe, but it worked!" Isart called over his shoulder, from where he was guarding.

Meier nodded. "Yes- production in this area has slowed right down. Once you're sorted, we'll shut down the rest in this area- but without blowing us up too." he said. Then added: "I hope. Isart and I know a bit about this stuff, but who can say for sure how things work in here?"

Darci paused and thought for a minute before answering Meier's questions. "I'll have to make myself fight like this if we are to get out of this alive... the worst is my arm.. the green blood is normal, don't worry you won't get a disease or anything.. and honestly I was going to say something about that, but I'm under question so it would not have been wise at the time..." She remarked and can't help but smile when called crazy for blowing the pipeline.

She sat down so Meier could work better to wrap her arm, putting it in the light to show the extent of the blast did to her. She set her bag next to her so she didn't have to keep it on her shoulder.

"Blood matches eye colour...?" Meier asked, as he carefully inspected her arm. It seemed to have borne the brunt of the damage. He suspected she'd landed on it too.

"Yes, it's a special thing about Osamodas. We all have our blood match our eyes.” Darci replied as he inspected the injured area.

"Isart, how are we going for Foggernauts?" Meier called over his shoulder.

"There's few enough in this part that I can cover us for a while. Be fast though, Meier." Isart replied from where he was kneeling behind the pipes, watching for foggernauts. They were tucked in behind a network of pipes. It wasn't the best cover, but it helped a lot.

"Right." Meier nodded and dug into his bag, looking for the roll of cloth he used to replace his own bandages. Drawing the long knife from his boot, he cut a strip of it off. He washed Darci's arm with water from his canteen before beginning to bind her arm.

"Sorry if this stings- I don't think you've broken it, but I'm going to bind it tight for support, just in case." he explained as he bound her arm. “I hope Veronica gets here soon...” he thought to himself.

She kept still as he poured the canteen of water and washed the wound. Darci nodded sharply as he mentioned it would hurt, and winced as he started to bind it. She took the pain with out complaint, and hissed every once in awhile as he bound the more damaged part. Once he was finished she sighed in relief. "Well at least a Xelor knows how to bandage..." she replied a bit with tired humor.

Meier ducked his head with a smile at Darci's comment on the bandages. "We have our uses." he added wryly.

"I have a idea for the other pipes... I have... Rouge bombs in my bag we can use. thus we don't have to get too close as I did originally."

Meier listened to her mention about the bombs.
"Whoa, I think that's enough explosions for today... I was thinking more along the lines of manual shutdown. Considering how much stasis there is down here, blowing it all up will probably blow *us* all up." He paused, tieing off her bandage. "Hang on a moment, I've got an idea..." Rummaging in his bag again, he took out his ink and pen and wrote a series of small glyphs on the bandage. Putting his hand over her arm, he woke the spell he made with some wakfu and a muttered word.

"It's an ice spell, to help with the burns... it's not strong, so it won't actually freeze your arm, but nor will it last too long- maybe half an hour. It should keep the pain down a bit." Meier explained. Putting everying back in his bag, he stood up and offered her a hand up. Brows furrowing, he asked "Wait, why do you have bombs?"

She smiled a bit as the pain receded, but only shrugged as he asked why she had bombs. She looked away and did not meet his eyes. "Let's get working on it. The iop can only last so long." She said and walked over to Isart.

Meier took the hint and didn't press further- not that there was even any time to anyway. He offered Darci her hammer. "You going to be able to carry that thing?" It was pretty heavy.

Darci took the hammer from his hand and snapped the strap back on it. She strapped it to her back, over the rifle before responding. “Practice, muscle training, and way too much time on my hands.”

"Done?" Isart asked.

"We're ready. " Meier replied, looking to Darci for confirmation.

“Ready as I'll ever be.” Darci said and crouched behind the pipes.

"Ok, the pipes shoud all have some kind of cut off valve- the emergency ones will be hand operated, which is what we need to use, to stop the nutjob that's in control of all this from over-riding what we do. They'll be difficult to move- it may take all of us to do it, as they have a lot of pressure to contain. If we can get all the main ones though, well, we may just turn the tide."

Ooc: Alright! Aacher and me did a huge collaborated post, which is why it took so life beign life. Anyways, here we go!

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posté January 10, 2014, 06:07:24 | #20
Hey Omega! I am currently am working on something! I will post it soon I promise! Life kinda threw me a wrench for a bit, but I am working on it as much as I can I promise!  

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