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Post by Ninmast on Mar 5, 2008 16:12:48 GMT -5
(I'm assuming the voice is only heard by the Pyrans.)
The little girl proceeded to follow the drug man, barefoot as she was, through the ruins, her footfalls sure and secure despite rubble and other obstacles.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Mar 6, 2008 0:11:32 GMT -5
The alien elements poured ice down on Rush's back. She'd been stalking carefully towards the cry. Now she picked up the pace, speed-walking, jogging, now running, just lightly. Urgency. Help.
Yellow light flashed dimly down her forearms, the very edges slimming, sharpening. Brighter down her fingers, stretching and flattening into long, dangerous silver knives.
"Hello?" She called as she glared through the downpour.
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Post by zandyne on Mar 8, 2008 2:21:35 GMT -5
At seeing the girl silently take after the strange man, she followed suit. Their one-sided conversation was left hanging in the dank air; she pressed her inquiry further along with her trailing them.
“A-ah miss? Excuse me-?”
She kept up her string of questioning as she did her pace after the mysterious pair. Every so often her questions would be interrupted as she haphazardly maneuvered around the rubble while trying to keep an eye on their retreating forms. Despite the green light emitting from the girl’s necklace there was nothing else to track them with aside from keeping chase with them.
Leaving a little girl alone like that in the locale that it had degraded to was just too much to ignore in Roslin’s mind. The least she would do was make sure that she got home and then she would return back to her own business. Or at least that is what her mind was trying to rationalize it as.
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Post by Kagetsuki on Mar 8, 2008 2:44:16 GMT -5
God damn he needed his fix. Fucking lightning. He felt even weaker than when he had left the hospital. His hands were even starting to shake. He needed...his...
What the--?
He lifted himself from his thoughts enough to stop in his tracks, turning to stare at the two women he was sure he'd just told to fuck off. They were following him, and the older one was talking and wouldn't shut up.
"Hey!" He spat, eyes blazing now that he could properly see again. "What the fuck is your problem? I told you two to go away! I don't need any help!" On instinct he began to move again, one hand always moving to make sure the little bag was still in his possession. "I'm busy. And seriously, I'll be in deep shit if you two come with me to this place." He stopped again, turning to give them suspicious, again-hostile stares. "...You aren't with the cops, are you?!"
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Post by Ninmast on Mar 8, 2008 2:46:45 GMT -5
Every time he stopped, so did the girl, and every time he started walking again, so did the girl. And as he actually felt like he had to ask if a fourteen-year-old girl barefoot and in a soaked-to-the-bone nightgown was with the cops, her only response was to blink at him.
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Post by taishou on Mar 8, 2008 5:10:13 GMT -5
The screams immediately pulled Rage out of his whimsical fantasies and daydreaming.
“ What…the hell..?”
Long gone were the fantasies of impending bodily pleasures. In its place were horrific depictions of torture, pain, death, and even worse images. Shit. It was just getting good too.
He paused. What should he do? He wasn’t a saint. It wouldn’t be any business of his if another worthless life was extinguished in the world. There would always other people to go after.
Yet…
He dimly recalled how sweet the voice originally was. How it called for him…
The young man began to sprint towards the voice, cursing the presence of his morals.
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Post by zandyne on Mar 12, 2008 23:16:22 GMT -5
Her foot happened to catch against a particularly sneaky clip of debris, she stumbled and nearly fell causing her tone to betray more curiosity than she would have preferred, "I'm afraid I'm not a cop?"
Once she regained her balance she proceeded to continue trying to get the green-haired girl's attention with her words.
(Italics for the part she tripped up on the rock in case that is confusing about the addition of a question mark.)
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Post by Kagetsuki on Mar 13, 2008 1:48:35 GMT -5
*Building*
This time the young man scolded them without stopping, glancing back to give Roslin and 592 a glare as he started walking again, then growling, "If you're not with the cops then why are you guys following me?! Do you want cash or something, because seriously, I don't have anything to give you! Not a damn thing! I'm fucking broke." He paused, stopped, looked around, then went off down a hall to the right. "And I'm the wrong guy to be following at the moment if you're looking for drugs. Stop following me, you're going to get in trouble. Even worse, I'm going to get in trouble."
When 592 predictably showed no signs of stopping, he finally halted once more, turning around to push at her, not hard, but enough that they could see he was angry. "What the fuck, guys?! I'm serious! STOP. FOLLOWING ME."
*Outside*
"Hello?" Rush's voice echoed through the storm, echoed with the screaming...but brought nothing back. Nobody replied. The voice was getting louder though, and now as Rush and Rage continued running towards it they could spot each other through the rain.
Then, all at once, a figure finally appeared on the edges of their vision, far in front of them. It was a speck, but as it came closer, got bigger, it became apparent that this was the source of the screaming. A man, he was...well, wet, obviously. When he was close enough for them to make out features they saw that he was barely dressed in rags which threatened to fall off of him even as he ran. There were chains around his wrists and legs, and they clanged against the road with his movements, sometimes even whipping up to his his wrists or ankles. He had perhaps been beautiful, once, but now all they could see was a sunken face, dirty-looking hair (even while wet) and dangerously thin limbs.
He was still heading straight for them, and he didn't seem to notice they were there.
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Post by Ninmast on Mar 13, 2008 1:53:26 GMT -5
Blink.
Blink.
That's all the vapid green eyes that stared up at him did.
Blink.
Blink.
She gave no answer, she made no sign, no motion of hearing him. Just that.
Blink.
Blink.
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Post by taishou on Mar 14, 2008 22:49:41 GMT -5
He was panting heavily by now. Shit, he was going to be sick as fuck when the night was over. Not only did he feel irritated at his ethics, his vision was getting foggier by the minute. The wall of rain made things difficult to see, especially with his sunglasses...But he feared the flashing lightning and dared not to remove them.
He could make out a vague silhouette in the rain. Unsure of whether or not it was his shadow or another person, Rage called out to it.
"Hey...you!" he rasped.
Apparently the figure was running in the same direction he was, perhaps also guided by a sense of morals. Rage was unsure as to whether or not the illusion heard him.
The tired man finally stopped running. Trying to catch his breath, he squinted into the rain. This was pathetic. He cursed into the night and finally removed his sunglasses, praying that lightning would not flash.
His vision revealed not just one, but two figures: A man in chains that seemed to be running straight towards him and a blue-skinned woman with knives at her hands.
"Holy fuck."
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Post by TrueBlue© on Mar 17, 2008 22:43:01 GMT -5
"H-hey!"
The armed woman caught sight of the other stranger who'd heard the cry. That was unimportant, she had this under control. Maybe he could be a host later.
In a bright blink she darted forward with inhuman speed, reaching out to snag the man's arm with fingers more rounded out. Catch the slave, maybe catch the bad guy. Maybe gut the bad guy.
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Post by Kagetsuki on Mar 21, 2008 2:36:08 GMT -5
*Building*
Apparently the young man didn't have a very great attention span, because he'd no more than pushed 592 away before he'd turned around again, muttering, "Fucking weirdos, dammit!"
He continued on his not-so-merry way, followed by the little girl and Roslin; having given up speaking to them, he compensated now by walking along at a quicker pace. He did at one point glance behind him to see, perhaps, how close they were, but it could very well have been a trick of the light, and it didn't really matter anyway. They twisted and turned through the ruined building, weaving deeper and deeper into a maze of rubble and metal, until finally it seemed like the young man couldn't possibly know where they were; here he stopped, and let out a strange, hollow-sounding whistle. Silence was his reply, and then a return whistle, low and short.
And then he was off--running now, leaving Roslin and 592 behind him with speed that must have been surprising from someone so...un-athletic-looking. It wasn't fast enough that he would be gone before they could blink, more of use in its surprise factor than its actual speed--if they ran, they'd probably be able to catch up with a little effort--but what was worrying was the fact that they were in a building and most likely didn't know how to get back out without him.
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*Outside*
Catch the slave was indeed what Rush did, her fingers snagging his arm and the rags that hung off it. In a panic, the chained man made a nice demonstration of Newton's First Law--an object in motion will tend to stay in motion, an object at rest will tend to stay at rest--trying to run even when the alien caught him, not even noticing her until he was yanked back in his running, the desperate screaming cut off with a gurgle and a yelp. Glassy eyes stared at Rush for a long moment before they sharpened into awareness, and then the man grabbed her arms, shrieking, "Pomoci! Saya pomoci!"
When Rush only stared at him--assuming she does--he blinked and tried some more, speaking again, using different words. He cycled through quite a few before he finally hit one the alien could understand--"Help!" It was unfortunate that a loud "BOOM!" sounded behind them nearly a second after he said this, because then the slave's eyes had widened back into glassiness, and he tore away from Rush with shocking strength most likely powered by adrenaline, sprinting off with a scream towards one of the skeletal buildings around them.
Coincidence and plot marked that building as the exact one Roslin and 592 were standing in. The chained man, perhaps by a stroke of luck or perhaps by un-luck, found himself in the same hallway/room they stood in within a minute or two. He was running right at them, just as he'd done to Rush and Rage.
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Post by Ninmast on Mar 21, 2008 12:37:03 GMT -5
*Building*
The child seemed completely unaware of anything, and only seemed to be following the boy as if she were bound to him by some sort of leash, as the moment he started running, she responded as if she had been given no choice but to pick up her pace, as well, matching his and staying the same space behind him. She didn't even pay any heed to the slave running up behind them.
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Post by TrueBlue© on Mar 22, 2008 0:25:36 GMT -5
*Outside*
When the poor slave jerked loose, though, she kept pace with him easily. She didn't grab him again, just followed.
"You know!" She shouted absently. "I could probably help if I knew what was going on! I mean, I've got a good guess, but still!"
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Post by taishou on Mar 27, 2008 4:11:50 GMT -5
*Outside*
Rage did nothing but watch Rush deal with the slave. Rather, he didn’t exactly know WHAT to do. Struck by the sight of the dilapidated slave and blue-cat-woman-thing, Rage felt unusually confused. Yet, he was also irked at how he was brushed off and forgotten by Rush. After all, who was more important? Rage Gressel or a babbling S&M freak? Hissing with annoyance, he ran after the "freak" and Rush.
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