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| Black Shadows; Two girls must escape Ravenholm | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Sep 15 2011, 10:31 PM (1,980 Views) | |
| Bloodhart | Sep 21 2011, 12:25 AM Post #16 |
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Lao merely nodded to the officer. "Very well." As he was led to said offices, he told the commander he could handle it from here, dismissing him. Without bothering to knock, he opened the door silently, arching a brow at the heated exchange between the siblings. The door shut behind him loudly, announcing his presence. Strands of fiery red hair fell from his military cap, and he stared them both down with nearly acidic green eyes. "Normally, I would have expected you two to greet me at the entrance upon my arrival, but I see that you've both lost precious material." He glanced at his gloved fingers, noticing a loose thread. Noting he would have that fixed, he regarded the twins again. "One of which I personally fetched for you seventeen years ago for a very particular reason." He paused. "I come here expecting results, instead I find bodies lying around by the cliffs. Likely Squire's handy work given by the claw marks." Another pause, allowing his words to sink into their brains. He paced around the room slowly, looking through scattered notes on one of the desks. Hiring these scientists under the impression they were geniuses, he trusted them to do what they did best. Instead, they disappointed him. Overall, he was an extremely patient man. Weren't they grateful for that? And the funding? He whispered lowly, "Her majesty will not be pleased. Oh?" Certain notes caught his interest and he picked them up, reading them over. "While refraining from babbling useless nonsense, please tell me what results you have come up with before the two subjects escaped." === Noire had been up all night, since it was obvious from the bags under her eyes. Still, she managed to get a small nap so she wasn't completely drained. She shook her head. "I can only assume that we're close to the next town. Here," she said, giving Shaede some clean, somewhat too large clothes. Noire herself was already dressed in a white tunic and denim overalls. Next, she handed her a loaf of bread. "Managed to swipe some attire and breakfast. It's already morning." |
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| MissKima | Sep 21 2011, 01:31 AM Post #17 |
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Reinhart glanced at his sister with a dark look, noting that she seemed to shrink back from her brother slightly. He turned his attention to the prince, pulling a file from under scattered papers, “Before…” he glared at Hortencia, “Unforseen circumstances, the two girls were put into vigorous training, the results are… very positive, they are perfect matches for Project Diablo, and their blood has been sampled. The girls react most when under influence from strong emotion, and both have significant speed and strength over other subjects.” He adjusted his glasses and continued, “They are well trained, perfect assassins, we were planning on showing you their skill first hand… however…” he cleared his throat, “we do have some of the session tapes if you wanted to see it for yourself?” Reinhart gestured to the large screen to the side of the room. He readied the tapes at playback, showing Noire and Shaede, teaming up to work through a maze, swiftly and silently, taking out every force of opposition that they came across. Noire would slash at her victims, while Shaede would snap necks, or choke them. The timer showed they made it through in under two minutes. More exercises began to play through, showing the talents each of them had learned in the facility. === Shaede nodded to her friend, quickly stripping off the soft grey clothes issued to every patient in Ravenholm, she pulled on the white shirt, which tied at the front, and a similar pair of overalls, she tied them at her waist and rolled the pants legs up so they would not drag on the ground. She took the bread and began eating, “Thank you,” and she meant it, she was famished. She listened to the voices above them, “I think… we’re nearly at port…” she muttered softly. They would have an opportunity to escape, once the crew docked and took a break. The opportunity came less than 15 minutes later, and the girls had moments to run from the ship and into the crowd without being seen. They timed it, and the moment the man had his back turned, Shaede leapt out, dashing off the ramp and to some crates she hid behind, this time she ran on her own. From there they headed behind a warehouse, and out of the docks into the streets. “Right, we need, supplies, a place to wash, new clothes…” she muttered, “We need money…” This was Shaede’s forte, she was sneaky, and could swipe a few coin purses without being seen. She slid into the crowd, instructing Noire to stay where she was. Less than five minutes she returned with two large purses. “Let’s do what girls do best shall we?” She smiled, “Let’s go shopping!” She grinned and laughed. |
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| Bloodhart | Sep 21 2011, 02:13 AM Post #18 |
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Noire smiled only a little, nodding some. They looked through various stores, mainly clothes. Eyes were wide as she looked at what was foreign to her in amazement and awe. She looked at how other women were dressed and winced. Some wore regular farmer clothing, but what made her cringe was that some women wore Victorian brothel type dresses, the skirts made in a way similar to Italian courtesans. "Maybe we could also visit a salon," she suggested, holding up her ragged hair. When they entered a tailor shop, Noire tried on many things, but eventually settled for a white blouse with three quarter length sleeves with the ends folded up. The lapels were folded over her chest neatly. The shirt was tucked into a black under-bust overalls with the leggings reaching only halfway on her thighs. She also wore short black leather fingerless gloves and on her feet were knee-high black leather boots, but not the high heeled kind. The heels were only a half inch in thickness. Over her hips was a black belt with a few detachable pouches. She eyed a pair of simple black and silver goggles with little metal angel-like wings welded on the sides. The lenses were tinted, so perhaps they'd be good for hiding her glowing eyes. Getting those as well, they hung around her neck. === Lao barely watched the videos, showing little interest. "I do not care for the footage, herr doctor. My only interest lies in Project Diablo. Those two are key elements in that project, and if it were to fail, since they have escaped, we cannot extract further samples, now can we?" He eyed Klaus menacingly. "I'm expected to report any unfortunate circumstances to Her Majesty. However," he began, taking out a cigarette, lighting it and filling the room with the fumes, smoking in such an attractive way that actually made smoking look appealing. "I am willing to send out a unit to hunt them down and bring them back here so that you may continue your research. In the meantime, your facility will be sweeped for flaws. Even the smallest dent or crack can mean freedom." He took a long drag, leaning against the edge of the desk, arms over his chest in relaxation. "If another failure is to ensue, I will personally put you both under the exact same treatment as every subject in this facility." Another drag, staring at them both sharply. "Do I make myself clear?" |
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| MissKima | Sep 21 2011, 03:37 AM Post #19 |
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Happy Travels
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Reinhart paled slightly, he did not want that, but Project Diablo was important, for more reasons than one. “Perfectly sir,” He looked down at his files, ”In regard to Diablo sir, the results have been quite conclusive, and we are closer than ever at having a successful result. They had been testing thoroughly, most of the subjects became animalistic monsters, or went insane, or died immediately… they needed the right test subject with exactly the right dose. === Shaede was very excited to enter the tailor, she grinned, thank god for that, she could separate herself from the facility even further. She chose a pair of form-fitting leather pants, that laced at the front. They hugged her backside well, but were not too restrictive, they would be good to move around in. Then a white top, cut off at the shoulders and a black pinstripe corset to fit over it. She showed a little more of her chest than she was used to, and was rather amazed when the counter girl mentioned the ehm… largeness of her assets. Shaede hadn’t thought on it, but D sized breasts were apparently a good thing. She presumed that the corset had something to do with that. The light outside hurt her eyes, as they were sensitive and saw best in the dark, so she chose a pair on sunglasses to hide her silvery eyes and stop them from straining in the light. She also chose a pair of combat boots, leather and sturdy. She could kick a few heads with these. She also liked the look of Noire’s gloves, and took a pair of wet-look vinyl gloves that went to her elbow for herself. She made sure to grab a belt with pouches for practicality, and decided that after the salon, she would grab a weapon too. And for supplies she took two knapsacks, one for each of them, as she knew they had to go fill them up soon. As she was about to leave she spotted something she could not walk out without, a long black trenchcoat, fur collar trim. Shaede’s eyes widened, “Ooh… I am so getting that…” she whispered to Noire. When they finally walked out, their purses significantly lighter, Shaede felt much better, and damn did she feel good in the coat. Their next stop was the salon, where they proceeded to have a bit of a trim. Shae let Noire go first she she couldn’t decide whether to cut her hair completely off or not… |
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| Bloodhart | Sep 21 2011, 04:06 AM Post #20 |
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Noire just asked for a trim. Once they managed to comb through the thick mass of tangles, they washed her hair, giving it a bit of a shine once it was blow dried. They layered long side bangs for her, covering her forehead and framing her face, and she grabbed silver hair chop sticks, twisting them in her hair to hold it up while some strands fanned out behind her head. Once she was done, she bought some clear flavoured lip gloss. She put some on as she waited for Shaede. Because she had thick and dark eyelashes, eye makeup was unnecessary. She tasted her lip gloss. Mm, vanilla. === "Hm?" That caught Lao's attention. "What do you mean by right test subject? Are you talking about a host?" |
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| MissKima | Sep 21 2011, 04:40 AM Post #21 |
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Happy Travels
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Reinhart was just happy Lao was no longer threatening them. “Yes sir, we have been unable to maintain stability within a living host long enough for the diablo virus to take a strong enough effect. However, we believe we are close, in fact, there is testing happening as we speak.” === Shaede decided she was tired of long hair, and she hated long hours of brushing it. “Cut it off.” She said softly, the hairdresser was mortified, as Shae had healthy long hair, but she was tired of it, and after a good half hour, Shaede’s hair was short, very short. It flicked up and out, layered, her fringe tucked behind her ear, she felt very swish. “What do you think?” she asked her friend as she stepped out of the cutting floor, long black ribbons of her hair now lay on the floor. She’d also applied some eyeliner, for the hell of it, she felt a little exotic. She now looked like a completely different woman. She was happy with her appearance, and she grinned cheerily. “Now we get to pick up supplies and weapons,” She chirped, she was very pleased with herself, but not so naïve as to relax. They headed to the general store, picking up a few poultices and potions, first aid kits, food and fire lighting kits. A few other things on top of that, everything they’d need… Shaede began to think about transport… where would they get that? They needed swift passage to the town further north, if they were to see their families, but also needed to avoid the military. “Do you remember where your family lives?” she asked softly, “mine were about an hour north..” Then they came to the weapon shop… Shaede was in awe. |
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| Bloodhart | Sep 21 2011, 05:16 AM Post #22 |
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Lao watched the man before him. Taking one final drag, he put out his cigarette on top of the desk's surface, standing up. "Show me." === "Looks good," Noire replied. When they went to the weapon store, she began to think of practicality. Technically, she already had weapons. Though perhaps something else was necessary. Looking through the variety, she stared at all the pistols and blades. Noticing all the male attention on them, her eyes narrowed and she huffed. She hated all manner of men. "I don't remember. I was two years old when they took me in," she whispered. Before Noire could settle on a choice of weapon, there was a huge commotion heard from outside. City guards were running past the store and Noire almost jumped into hiding before noticing that somebody from the crowd removed a simple disguise and laughed after the guards. Aidan McKay was no fool. Well, maybe he had a small gambling problem, but at least he almost always won. Then there was the scotch addiction...still, he could stop drinking whenever he wanted, and that was the truth. Wanting to was the problem. Okay, so maybe he was a fool, but he was damn clever. The Captain had demanded he obtain everything on the list that they gave him...by any means necessary. Grinning boyishly, most girls nearby swooned from his rugged Irish handsomeness. Tanned bronze skin, well toned muscles. Extremely long rusty brown hair tied back into a loose low ponytail with long bangs framing his face. He had a slightly pointed square jaw, and his eyes stood out the most. Luminescent blue. They were almost the eyes of a wolf. On his person was a simple white muscle tank and blue jeans with a dark brown duster over top. He also wore black biker boots. Scratching at the stubble on his face, he walked over to the food vendor, taking back what was possibly his hat. Precisely a black cowboy hat. |
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| MissKima | Sep 21 2011, 07:43 AM Post #23 |
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Shaede was looking up at a pair of twin Japanese short swords, they had silver sheaths, engraved with dragons… Oh… she would have them. Nothing else would do. She grinned wickedly to herself as she thought about using them. She was not paying attention to the many burly men in the store ogling the two girls. She spoke quietly to the cashier, telling him she had to test them out before purchase. He agreed to do so, and while she awaited him to fetch a step ladder, she heard voices outside, heard shouts, and guards came running. She froze, how could they have found them already?! She looked around for the nearest weapon, if they attacked the girl’s now, it would mean their deaths. But the guards kept running, she watched out of the corner of her eye, noticing Noire was doing the same. Both girls were quietly tense, after this close call, Shaede figured it best if they made themselves scarce. She frowned, looking over the top of her sunnies at a man, obvious to any, who had avoided being caught by his pursuers. He shed a simple disguise and laughed it off. He stepped up to a vendor to reclaim a black hat. It was a very nice hat, she had to admit… and… well he wasn’t bad to look at either, but that was as far as she let her mind wander, and oh could it wander. But she knew what men were capable of, and she would not fall into a trap again. She watched him for a few moments more before the assistant got her attention with the shiny, shiny swords. She smiled, oh they were beautiful, she ran a gloved hand over the metal and slowly picked one up and un-sheathed it. She began grinning like a maniac and stood back, she tested the balance of this one, then the other, then together before taking a few swings. She nodded to Noire who threw a fruit at her, Shaede spun and sliced it in two, the two halves flying past her head as she smirked over her glasses. “I’ll take them.” She grinned, having snatched another purse from some unsuspecting fool on her way in. After her purchase she picked up a piece of fruit from a nearby vendor, tossing him the coin she bit into the fruit. It tasted like freedom. “Would you like to find them?” Shaede asked softly as they walked. === Reinhart nodded, and led his highness out of the office and down several hallways to a long hall with a large glass panel in it, on the other side of the panel were several cells. “This is where we keep them for observation.” He explained. There were several men there, in various stages of deformity. Some had darkened limbs, others were tied back, having gouged themselves. “Some were less successful than others,” he continued, “But this is experiment 1421,” he gestured to the last cell where a man sat, he seemed mostly normal at first glance, except that he was talking to himself. |
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| Bloodhart | Sep 21 2011, 04:08 PM Post #24 |
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Noire settled on a dagger with its own sheath that she hung on her belt and used the extra belt on the sheath to wrap around her thigh. Deciding that wasn't enough, she got a pair of brass knuckles. Pondering other items, she also got few pouches of various explosives and a book with the title, 'Bombs and Making Your Own.' She was reading the book distractedly as they walked out of the store, muttering a response to Shae, "I suppose we could, though we'd need to find a phone book." As they walked by, the same vendor that was holding onto the hat yelled out at Aidan, "You gotta stop getting caught by the guards for stealing, man!" The young man just laughed, a whisper of Irish in his accent, "I wasn't caught for stealing. They only got angry because their lovely wives think I'm more useful in bed than their husbands." "So, you basically got caught with your pants down." Aidan just smiled. "I had to get what I needed somehow. It's either bargain or steal. I'd rather not leave a frown on a pretty lady's face." "You bloody pirate, what'd the captain make you get this time?" Aidan leaned on the vendor stand, snatching what could be a hot dog. "This and that. The Captain wanted to fix something. The infamous coat the Captain loves so much. Also, they took requests from the rest of the crew. Seeing as I'm the fastest moving person on the ship, the Captain knew I would take only one third the time even if the whole crew was out." "You show off, where are you off to then?" "To the sky, of course, where else? Actually, Captain wanted to make a trip to Mecha. Said there was a really rich party that was happening there." Noire stopped, barely hearing that. She looked to Shaede. "Isn't Mecha a city in the sky?" === Looking down at the man inside the cell, he disregarded any warnings the doctor gave him, getting a closer look at the creature. "I assume he's more active in field tests." |
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| MissKima | Sep 21 2011, 07:59 PM Post #25 |
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Happy Travels
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Shaede nodded to her friend, as she tied a pouch of throwing knives to her belt. “I’m sure we can find a phone book somewhere,” she muttered, looking around the busy streets. There was an inn ahead, they usually had phone books near public phones… and she saw getting hungry, she was sure they could order a meal before heading off. As the laughing man had his loud conversation, Shaede’s sensitive ears caught every word. So, he was a pirate, which was fine by her, she had no opinion either way on the dealings of pirates or these human laws. Considering she barely qualified as human anyway. Her lip curled when he spoke about the women he had bedded, so typical, a male taking all he wished without consequence. Laughing off any ties to these people, not caring who he hurt or what became of them when he was finished…It certainly was a man’s world. She let out a soft sigh, biting into her apple again. She didn’t want to think about it. The mention of Mecha piqued her interest, she’d never been there… and had always wanted to… But now was not the time. “Indeed it is Miss Squire,” Shaede muttered softly, “Very curious place, perhaps we will get to visit it one day… Now, I hunger for something hot and salty, shall we grab a bite?” she smiled to her friend playfully, gesturing to the inn. === “You… could say that.” Reinhart hit a button and through the glass they watched as the door to the patient’s cell opened. The muttering stopped and the man looked up through the door. The glass was one way, he could not see them from inside his cell. He stared out the door and a soldier entered, he spoke to the patient, who did not move, as he raised his gun to beat him with the butt of the weapon, the soldier gasped. As the patient made direct eye contact the soldier began to cry out, he ripped off his helmet and they could see what was troubling him… he was burning, from the inside out… his eyes were literally on fire. The soldier’s screams echoed through the halls for a minute before he fell dead. The patient groaned, obviously in pain, as his nose began to bleed. “The patient cannot sustain his powers for very long, and it causes him great pain, he is inefficient, however, he is the closest we have come to a fully successful transfer. The process should be complete any day now… given the right host.” |
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| Bloodhart | Sep 22 2011, 11:10 PM Post #26 |
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If there was anything more frightening than Lao's name, status, or reputation, it was his smile that was now a ghost on his lips. "Are these...normal people, or subjects with already unnatural ability that you are using as hosts?" One could tell he was pleased, and his expression was dark and chilling. === Noire arched a brow. "Why are you being so formal all of sudden? Drop the Miss." Her stomach growled. "I am getting hungry." "Did somebody say hungry?" asked a smelly merchant as he walked up to them, waving fish in front of their faces. "You can get these real cheap!" Nose wrinkled from the putrid smell of decaying fish, Noire took a step back. "I hate fish!" "Well, it's not everyone's fancy I suppose. Then how about these??" He dropped the fish on the ground and searched his coat, pulling out heavily bruised fruit. "No," she said firmly. "C'mon!" "I believe you should take the hint they're not interested, you poor excuse of an seller." When the girls turned to see Aidan behind them, he held an air of smugness, staring directly at the merchant with an intensity in his eyes. The merchant laughed nervously. "Now, now, Mr. McKay. You're going to scare away my customers!" "Customers? They look more annoyed than interested in your stolen and unsanitary merchandise. Also, isn't this harassment? You've been staring at their bosoms this whole time and I'd suggest you show a little respect for the opposite sex." "Stolen?! You, a pirate, has no right to lecture me!!" Aidan's eye visibly twitched. "At least I don't steal from homeless folk you bloody weasel! I know you snatched the fruit from a couple of kids!" The man shuddered, as if he had been caught red-handed. "I-I don't know what you're talking about!" "You know bloody well what I'm talking about!" He grabbed him by the front of his shirt and lifted him off the floor by a few inches, showing that the 'weasel' was much shorted than Aidan. "My dear old Captain would not be pleased to find out a little rat like you is stealing from kids. No wonder she kicked you off her ship, Barty!" She? Noire inwardly repeated. "You're Captain is a woman?" Aidan dropped Barty, letting the stupid man run off screaming before looking back at the girls. He simply look baffled with the question. "Of course! I thought everyone knew." He paused, looking them over. "You two aren't from around here are you?" Before either of them could decide to answer, Noire grabbed Shaede's arm, dragging her off. "Let's go." "H-hey! C'mon, hear me out!" He cut in front of them. "It's not often that we run into people who hasn't heard of Captain Squire." Noire froze. "Squire?" "Oh! So you have heard of her?" "Goodbye, McKay," she said dismissively, leaving the man behind. When they were far enough, Noire just shook her head at Shaede. "Purely coincidental. Anybody could have the same last name and not be related." Aidan watched as the girls left, scratching his head under his hat. |
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| MissKima | Sep 23 2011, 10:11 PM Post #27 |
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Shaede grinned at her friend, to show she was teasing before being stopped by a rodent of a man that she had to fight down the instinct to stab. She raised an eyebrow as the man began waving inedible food before them, she stepped back with a frown, she didn’t need to speak, as Noire had it covered. She was, however about to threaten his livelihood when the loud gentleman, evidently wishing to save the ‘damsels in distress’ and become an object of desire. How very amusing. Not only was the little altercation rather fun to watch, but the mention of a female captain was rather interesting. Further still was the knowledge that the Captain was in fact Captain Squire. Shaede didn’t get a chance to ask about this before she was dragged off by the arm by her friend. They reached the entrance to the inn before Noire dismissed it as a coincidence. Shaede frowned, she would have thought Noire would have jumped at the chance to find out more about her family. “How can you be sure?” she asked her friend as she entered the inn. Shaede ensured she took a seat with her back to the wall and a booth down the far end of the dining area. She looked over the menu, her stomach growling, “Hm… pancakes or bacon?” she wondered out loud, she’d never had very extravagant meals at Ravenholm, and she looked forward to eating something that wasn’t specifically engineered for nutrients. But she returned to the topic at hand. “I’d have thought you’d be wanting to find your family, it can’t hurt to ask can it?” she suggested, “If you like I can invite him to breakfast?” she teased, nearly laughing to herself at the foolish thought, not that she wanted him around, she merely wanted information. === Reinhart felt a chill up his spine as the Prince General smiled, it was a rare thing, but it was better than the alternative. “We take soldiers who are top of their class, and exceed expectations, they are elite soldiers, but apparently not elite enough, experiment 1421 aka Jonas O’Brien is the most successful, however his condition deteriorates the more he is forced to use his new abilities. The labs are attempting to find the stabilizing factor as we speak.” |
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| Bloodhart | Sep 24 2011, 12:35 AM Post #28 |
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The appetite was suddenly gone as Noire regarded the bread in the basket, picking up a bun and squishing it slightly. "I never said that. They probably knew I wasn't human and actually sold me. If there was one thing I remember, is that we were poor. My father was almost never home to tuck me in and my mother...well, she never looked at me. Such neglect isn't easily forgotten." She frowned. "I don't trust humans in general. They're greedy creatures." "What are you talking about?" Aidan startled Noire. Nearly jumping out of her seat, she whirled on him. "What the hell are you doing?!" Back straightened, he crossed his arms in deep thought. "I never caught your names." "We never gave them!" "And I never asked so I suppose that's my fault." He sat down to join them, yoinking a few buns from the basket. "If you ladies like, I can take you to the ship itself and you can meet the Captain. I'm certain she'll be interested in new crew members like you two. Though I have to warn you...she's..." He struggled to find the words best to describe his boss. "Flambouyant. That's the best description I can give you." "I don't care," Noire stated stubbornly. "I'm not interested in you hu--pirates!" Aidan wasn't fool enough to miss Noire's redirection. However, he didn't look at either of them, taking a green apple from a food cart nearby. Brushing it against his coat, he grabbed a knife that was beside Shaede and started peeling the skin off the fruit. He grabbed a plate next, carving out the core of the apple. Once he was finished eating the apple, he started plucking seeds out of the core then took out a little baggy, putting them in after sucking each one clean. "What the hell are you doing?" Noire asked with mild bafflement. "I collect seeds." "What the hell for? That's an odd thing to collect." "Seeds give life to more fruit so that they bear more seeds and thus creates more trees that bear fruit with seeds. I don't think it's odd at all." "You're odd in general. Go away," she demanded. "You speak to me about odd. You almost called me human just now, right? That statement alone is odd." Noire was dangerously quiet, watching him as he looked between the two of them. "Us pirates are not as ignorant as the rest of the world. We know about Ravenholm and what they do there. I assume you two are escapees from that facility." "How the hell do you know that?" Inhaling softly in thought, Aidan placed the knife down. "Because Captain Squire had been planning for years to ransack the facility just so she could rescue her cousin." Noire was visibly shaking, eyes wide but her expression blank. === "Soldiers," Lao repeated softly. "Ah yes, I recall you requesting once that I find you volunteers for this project. How silly of me to forget. Seems though that they do not live up to my expectations." He turned to Reinhart. "Dispose of any that are useless at this point. Once I find your little projects, I expect you to take special care of them. I've got plans for those two, especially Squire. Has she ever shown any signs of rapid healing?" |
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| MissKima | Sep 24 2011, 01:38 AM Post #29 |
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Reinhart paused in thought, “Come to think of it there were a few incidences of healing slightly faster than some of the others but there is no significant proof, she would never let anyone close enough to check her progress.” He confessed, then turned to a rather submissive Frost who had followed them, “Purge the unsuccessful subjects.” He told her. Frost looked at Lao a moment, then nodded and turned to leave. === Shaede looked sadly at her friend, “I’m sorry, she said sympathetically, “It’s amazing you can remember back that far… I honestly don’t remember much of my life before… they use to give me… ‘medicine’ I think they erased most of what used to be there…” she confessed, looking down at the table. That was enough time for the loud fellow to sneak in and surprise the two of them. Shaede cursed herself inwardly, she had to be more focused! She had halfway reached for her sword before stopping herself, the last thing she needed was a scence in the middle of a crowded restaurant. She frowned as he took a seat beside her and she shuffled off to the side, her heart rate increasing as she suddenly felt trapped. He grabbed the knife and she stiffened. But watched as he began to cut into the apple and place the seeds in a bag. Noire commented on it being odd, but Shaede watched with fascination, his reasoning was sound, and made sense. She found it… oddly deep, and it appealed to her. Perhaps he was not so mindless as the other—no. She stopped the thought before it finished. He was not different and she would not allow herself to be a fool again. When Noire slipped Shaede sent her a warning look, and looked at the long haired man, he was not stupid, she determined, as he did not laugh or make light of it… then of course the truth was revealed. Shaede reached out and took Noire’s shaking hand. She had heard Noire mention her cousin when they had chatted late at night. Sometimes Shaede snuck into Noire’s hand and they would talk until they had fallen asleep. Shaede always tried to look out for Noire, and Noire would do the same for her. Shaede turned and looked the man square in the eye, “Tell me, what is Captain Squire’s first name?” she said softly. |
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| Bloodhart | Sep 24 2011, 02:01 AM Post #30 |
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He was the one to look baffled this time. "Uh, bloody hell, I forgot. She's hardly referred to by her first name." Leaning his head back while he thought it over, Noire just watched him in anticipation. "Rubi?" she offered quietly. "Yeah, that's it!" He grinned. "Rubi. Damn, despite the fact she's a redhead, I'm surprised I keep forgetting her first name. I assume you two are interested in meeting her then?" Inhaling shakily, Noire stared straight at Shae. Part of her was frightened of coming face to face with her cousin. So, she became a pirate. Perhaps she'd be willing to help them then. Deciding wasn't as difficult as she thought. "Yes." Aidan watched her silently, just nodding. He looked to Shaede and stared straight into her eyes. "Not often I meet young women with silver eyes." He smiled softly. "You should feel proud to have such uncommon eyes." He leaned back in such a relaxed way. "Once you ladies finish eating, I got to head back to the ship anyway, so I can take you then. Eat hearty. Our food is crap, or rather, the cook is terrible." === "I must take my leave now. Time is of the essence." Lao took out another cigarette, but didn't light it yet, just holding it between his fingers. "I shall return when the girls are captured. Some of my men will remain here in the meantime. Treat them well, herr doctor." With that, he walked himself out, finally lighting his coffin nail. |
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