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  1. Moth

    Winds of change.

    “Do you think they’re over compensating for building buildings so tall? Seems impractical.” Lukas couldn’t help but laugh at her question. “I wouldn’t go saying that too loud to anyone else, little one. That could perhaps be the case, but I’m sure it is just an aesthetic choice. “ She nodded idly at his suggestion, that was likely the case but it still made her wonder. As their ride came to an end, she shifted idly as the door was open and she was greeted by an attendant. This kind of treatment she was used to, but unexpected from a place that was not home. They had no luggage, outside of the satchel she wore, and her dainty fingers gripped tight to its strap – clearly unwilling to part with the important item. Noya trotted quietly after the attendants, her eyes wandering as they entered the lavishly designed hotel. Soon her attention was drawn to the woman, her head tilting a little as her eyes wandered from her face to her clothing and back up again. They way people dressed her was interesting, but that didn’t mean she didn’t like it. She offered a polite smile, offering up the same small book she had offered up at Skynet, however when she continued to dig about in her bag for payment Lukas reached to set a hand on her shoulder. “I said I would take care of the expenses—“ Her narrowed gaze flicked up to him in annoyance as her fingers wrapped around the satchel that contained the currency of her homeland. The gaze stopped his words, and she offered a satisfied smile as set the satchel down on the counter. She remained quiet, allowing to Jasmine to do her job and inform them of what the lavish facility had to offer for the evening. It wasn’t until she asked that she spoke up. “…Uh, some recommendations on where to find something more suitable to wear?” While she did want to set up her meeting immediately, she could do that tomorrow after a good nights sleep. "OH! And would I be able to set up a meeting with a M.Stokes from my room? Or would I have to go in person to do something like that? I'm not very used to your uh ... customs yet."
  2. Moth

    Winds of change.

    ..She had her information on file? Her head tilted a little at the woman's voice. She hadn't given her any information, no name no financial status, nothing. A very light frown tugged at the corner of her lips, but there was no point in voicing her concern to her. She listened passively to what the AI had to say, allowing the reservation to be made without protest. Instead, she was more interested in those who actually mattered-- as far as her initial assignment was concerned. M.Stokes and King Proteus Rauz. No name for the queen? Odd. Surely she was just as valued in the choice making as he was. She didn't have much time to dwell on her line of thinking, for as the AI finished talking their transportation arrived. Looked up towards Lukas, who nodded reassuringly to her as the door opened to the vehicle.She was unsurprised by the quality of the materials of the interior, but was growing increasingly less impressed with the amenities. Despite this, she voiced no complaints, instead scooted over so she make sure that Lukas would have plenty of room as well. With some of her information gathered, her eyes wandered back to the buildings, her head tilting ever slightly. Her father would enjoy this place, but not the cold. There was no chatting this time, on the way to the hotel. She wasn't interested in talking, instead making sure to take in as much as she could. Attempt to tell the difference between the different types of buildings. She would be expected to make sketches, so the more accurate the better. Lukas remained quiet, respecting her need to focus. Instead, he studied his charge and her stationary form. The heavy smell of rain and ozone that she exuded was refreshing from the rotating perfume that often followed along behind her and her mother. The softness of this look didn't suit Noya, and it was still hard for him to remember it was her that he was watching over. He had to give her credit though, she was playing her shy and soft persona very well. Each drifted out of their musings when their transport arrived at the Hotel, and as always, she waited for Lukas to leave first before trotting after him. Wide eyes wandering to take in the scenery as she disappeared inside behind him. They would need a single room-- hopefully with two beds. Noya never shared well.
  3. Moth

    Winds of change.

    It was hard not to be in awe of new things, however it did not make her look poorly upon her own homeland. While they may not have the technology, their sands were steeped in magic. It was something they took pride in, and for the first time, she was certain she may have found a place to rival The Oasis in this aspect. The aesthetic she was still unsure of, but at least it seemed very consistent and well kept. She followed Lukas’ lead over to the Kiosk, her head tilting with the digitized woman popped up in front of them. Although this wasn’t an entirely new concept, the application was certainly new. She looked up towards Lukas, who simply raised an eyebrow. “Well, go on. I will not be here forever, best get used to things. If you have questions, ask her. “ She frowned at the idea of being left alone in this place, but nodded despite the frown. Wide eyes turned upwards, a light smile setting on her face. ‘That’s cute, she’s being polite to the AI.’ “Would.. you know of the nearest lodging with available rooms? –UH, perhaps something willing to accommodate demons..? Oh! Also, who would I get into contact with if I were interested in negotiating trade agreements between my plane and this plane? .. Also is there some sort of shopping district or.. is it spread about—specifically dealing with like, pretty much anything arcane. “ An amused smile set on Lukas’ face as he watched her. He had a good feeling she would do fine without him, and as soon as she was adjusted, he return to her father’s side as intended.
  4. Moth

    Winds of change.

    She was grateful that Lukas was allowed on without incident. She wasn't sure she would be able to stand another issue like they had just had. The transport was beautiful, and again, she was surprised at how high grade the materials were for a public transport. Perhaps they had an over abundance? While i did seem like almost, a waste, the same could be said for all of the precious jewels that littered her jewelry and the precious metals that made up her bangles and the anklets that bobbed in and out of view beneath her heavy, 'protective' clothing. Or, perhaps they just had enough wealth that this was not a waste. As they took their seats, her eyes wandered while her fingers idly brushed against a leather hand rest. The buttery, soft material was certainly a welcome contrast from the often soft, sandy stone that many of their buildings and permanent seats back home were made of. Was it better? She wasn't sure, but it was certainly an interesting change. The pair talked quietly among themselves, doing their best not to disturb those that sat around or near them. Most of the conversation consisted of, their lodgings and scoping out potential vendors. The idea of attempting to petition time with someone of power did get tossed around, the ultimate goal were permanent trade between their two realms. It would have been best if she had been sent as a political envoy, not an alchemic tinkerer. However, she would deal with the hand she was dealt and perhaps they would get lucky. The conversation died down when the huge structures came into view. Her head tilted some, and her curiosity got the better of her. Those wide, mahogany eyes stayed glued to the viewing panels. The idea of building such tall structures seemed silly to her, yet it really wasn't all that different from her people's own buildings that stretched deep into earth beneath the burning sands. When they finally arrived at the North sector, Lukas was more than able to walk at this point and so once more, it would be up to him to lead her along and onto where they would need to go next.
  5. Moth

    Winds of change.

    Her annoyance with their behavior devolved from annoyed to full on disgust. She understood not liking a faction, or its people innocent or not. There had been a time in her life where her people had been just as these people were now. It was barbaric. Her figure tensed as the guards at their sides took after Lukas. He shouted in surprise, unsure of what actually hit him when his back hit the ground. Eyes crossed briefly before taking focus of the weapon being pointed in his face. Although she did not know the man very well, that did not mean he deserved this treatment. 'Don't do anything, don't hurt them. It will cause more trouble for him. ' The calming mantra ran on repeat as she watched the guards passively, her eyes following down to stare at her dazed companion. Barbaric was a very good word for this, they were more gentle than her father had previously been with those who had slighted him, but it was still a disgusting thing to watch. Her passive gaze moved from her temporary guard to the man speaking. He was very high on his horse for someone who did not put her companion down himself-- let alone someone important enough to not be left so exposed. Guards or not. Doe eyes narrowed ever so slightly at him, careful to in an identifying features in carefully before her gaze turned back to the man on he ground. She knelt down as the guards moved away, at this point, she didn't care what else he had to say to her. She reached to help him, grunting softly under the man's weight. First, she pulled him away from the counter and the line so they would not be in the way. Next, ignore all the stares as she struggled to get the man onto his feet. --Actually, next would be not being completely rude to those around them who watched her struggle but offered now help. While he was not out, her companion was certain dazed and for who knows how long he would remain that way. With a heavy sigh she carefully laid him back down, her hands coming to her hips as she stared down at him in frustration. As much as she wanted to keep her own specialties under wraps, she needed to get them into the city. "You're being very rude not helping, you know. " She mumbled gently, seemingly to herself. The soft, brushing of air against the back of her calves was the only response she was given. She huffed softly, only to get a puff of air against her cheek in return. "We can play later, yes? Now, let's get him up." A soft, gentle nuzzle of cool air against her cheek signaled the agreement, and the unseen presence that coiled itself lovingly around her turned its attention to Lukas instead. It slipped under him, lifting him as though offering him a shoulder to steady himself. His feet did not touch the ground, but with being only a few inches above it the adjustment would be quick when he was ready. "Thank you. " A soft smile set across her face, and she hurried off in the direction of the transports. They would make it, just barely, but with how things went at the check in, would anyone allow Lukas on? Walking or otherwise.
  6. Moth

    Winds of change.

    It was rude not to look at the person addressing you when they were speaking. Her eyes narrowed ever so slightly in annoyance at the disrespect. Not just the lack of eye contact, but it was very obvious what was going on with her companion. Were it just him, he would have been barred from entering. But the lack of concern for her, and the sharp focus on him made it painfully clear that it was what he was not who he was. Her people had problems of their own, bloody wars that tore their nations apart. The Oasis hadn't always been the barren dessert it was now. To hold a grudge against a people, not an individual was foolish in her opinion. United, her people are strong. They have no worries over outside forces when they know their nations will work towards the elimination of a single threat. As the man spoke, it was obvious that his charge was become agitated. The papers she had collected were shoved forcefully into her bag, and her back tense against his front. Lukas had been well aware of his situation when they stepped into the building. He had been warned to avoid this place over his travels. This place was dangerous for him, but he still accepted the assignment that had been given to him. Her people were dripping in wealth, he had never lived more comfortably in his life-- he would be an absolute idiot to not escort a potential future leader on her. He did not stand with his head high in confidence because of his ignorance, it was because of her. It was he that was not the threat, but the woman who stood in front of them that the clerk was disrespecting. "It's impolite to address a woman without looking at her. You have seen our papers, and she has stated our business. I am to escort her, and nothing less. Or should I get on my knees and grovel for you to allow her to travel safely and do her business?" His tone was polite, but his words were not. "I understand your concerns for safety, and we both know that you know I am not a threat. At this point, all you are doing is leaving a bad taste in the mouth of someone new to your plane-- and I do not speak for myself when I say that." Noya watched quietly as Lukas spoke. His ability to deal with the discrimination was impressive, and something she admired him for. "Was there anything else you needed? Or am I free to find myself and my protection lodging for the night?" The shyness had dropped from her voice, but her tone remained polite as Lukas' had. What an awful start to an experience in a new place, she would have to make sure to take note of it when they found their lodgings.
  7. Moth

    Winds of change.

    As the pair grew closer, it was even more obvious now night and day the couple of travelers were. Her pale, light blue skin contrasted well against the caramel of his, while his dark hair made the snowy white of hers stand out even more than it already did. Her clothing was certainly not modern, but it was very obviously well made. The bangle on her wrist made of high quality metals and gems, while the silks and gauze that made up her traveling clothes were tailored beautifully to fit her frame. The same could be said for the satchel she carried, although not modern the attention to detail was evident even from a distance. Bearing the crest of The Oasis on the front, not a stitch was frayed or out of place. Lukas on the over hand, while his clothing was of similar style and make as her own it was considerably more worn. Still, they were tailored to fit him well. Showing off what muscle he had while still accommodating for the wings he could not hide. The ears atop his head flicked idly as he eyed the guards on either side of the Clerk. As they approached the counter, his grip loosened on Noya and he gently pushed her ahead to go first. The process was easy, and he would not do it for her. Instead, he would have her check the both of them in. …The fewer people he had to talk to here the better, anyways. Intially, she was surprised at size of the guards that stood flaking the clerk. Wide, mahogany eyes drifted up the frame of one in wonder, while they flipped to look at the face of the other. She must’ve looked like a child compared to them. For now, she stood at a reasonable 5’5”, they still had a few feet on her. The sound of the clerk’s voice pulled her from her thoughts, blinking idly as her brain stumbled to catch up to what he was saying. “Papers, yes. “ She nodded to herself as a dainty hand reached to fish out her identification as well as Lukas’. A concerned look set on her face as she very carefully set the small, passport sized book that served as identification as well as credentials. Would they qualify her? She had no clue. Father had a new set drawn up several weeks in advance of their trip. She didn’t understand why he had given her a new name, new district, even a new occupation --- but with the bracelet it now made sense. Miss Rina Penzik, resident of the District of Air, main occupation: Trader. Along with a list of various other settlements in the Oasis she had visited, none outside of their own realm. “I – we are here for business as well as pleasure. We are both coming from The Oasis. “ Pale cheeks flushed a slightly darker blue in embarrassment at her stumbling. “… I must say this place is rather amazing. I’ve never seen these materials in such quantity for a public building. “ Her comment was spoken softly, she was careful to look the clerk in the face while she spoke with him, but as soon as she was finished her eyes pulled to the counter in mild embarrassment. Aside from their looks, the pair held themselves very differently. Despite the harsh looks and obvious scrutiny, Lukas held himself with confidence, shoulders back and his head held high unflinching under the clerk's hard stare. On the other hand, Noya shift towards Lukas' warmth at her back. She came off as shy, and if her inexpirence wasn't obvious enough, her next phrase sealed the deal. "I must say, this place is rather impressive. I.. haven't seen materials like this in such quantities for a public building before. "
  8. Moth

    Winds of change.

    Their journey wasn’t nearly as long as she had initially imagined. Less than a hour and they were touching down onto solid ground once more. She stumbled as she hit ground, wide mahogany eyes far more interested in the sights the Skynet had to offer than her actual landing spot. Lukas reached out to Noya, setting a steadying hand on her shoulder. “We will check in as visitors, and I will get you settled in for the evening. Tomorrow I can show you around and help you get used to your surroundings. I’ve been told you catch on quick, so hopefully you will be ready to be on your own by tomorrow night. I have faith in you, you’ll do great. “ She offered him a soft, concerned smile as his hand fell from her shoulders. This was going to be a lot. Lukas stepped in front, leading the way for Noya to follow. With each step her eyes wandered, taking in the other people coming and going. There were so many kinds of people she had never seen before, it was hard not to stop and stare. When they reached the entrance, Lukas pulled and held the door for her, ushering her inside before she was knocked aside by busy citizens trying to go about their day. Once inside, he reached to grab the girl’s arm and pull her tight. However, despite his tight grip the girl’s form remained still. Wide, amazed eyes wandered around the inside of the massive building in wonder. The architecture was so different from anything she had seen, shining metal and stone she had never seen or felt before. “Noya come on we need to go.” He tugged at the girl, but again she refused to move. She was overwhelmed, not only by the noise but the sights and smells as well. This place was warmer but he was right, he would never come close to the scorching heat of the sands back home. “Noya come on, we need to us checked in. “ “Checked in – did we need papers? Good thing we brought them.” Her question drew odd looks from passersby, only for those looks of confusion to fall into glares of anger as they fell upon her winged companion. His wings shifted uncomfortably. “Please, Miss, we need to get going. I will explain things later. “ He pressed closer now to the girl, his protective gaze flicking from local to traveling tourist to watch for potential issues. “But you can’t explain now?” “Please, Noya I will tell you later we need to get moving I don’t want anyone to think we’re causing trouble. “ “But we aren’t—“ “Noya, now. “ At last, his firm tone pulled the girl out of her stony position to allow him to tug her along behind her. Her slick shoes offered little traction on the slick floors, causing her to slide and stumble just a little behind him, a free hand reaching to still the rattling document containers sitting in her bag. Why was he so concerned? This place is amazing!
  9. Moth

    Winds of change.

    “This is your first venture alone, little one.” The deep, calm baritone of her father’s voice echoed in the empty meeting hall. For once, she was thankful the diplomats and politicians had been shuffled out. It was rare she had time alone with him, and before such an exciting—and frightening prospect before her she was grateful she was granted the opportunity. “Yes it will be. Was there anything else you need to tell me? There wasn’t a change in plans was there?” The man chuckled at the question, shaking his head gently at her polite tone and professional questions. He lifted himself from his throne of gold and sparkling rubies, stepping down the short stairs that separated them. She took her duties seriously, and that was expected of her and he always praised her for that. But for right now, the Warlord wanted nothing more than to simply embrace his only child. So, he did. Well-muscled arms reached out only to scoop the lithe girl in his strong embrace. Initially, her muscles tensed in surprise. She knew he loved him, but there was little physical affection between them. Soon, the embrace was returned and she squeezed the man tightly in return. They remained this way, only for a few seconds tbefore he released his hold. “You will come home to me and hopefully with new ways for us and our people to prosper. You have not failed us yet.” His words of comfort came with a light pat to her back and a gentle kiss on the top of her head. “Your guide is waiting. Do not disappoint me little one, or do not come home. “ Great. No pressure. She was still unsure how she felt about the man charged with her care. A Yokai? She was fairly certain that was the word she had been looking for. Large, bat ears sat upon his ears to match the large leathery wings that sprouted from his back. He looked close to mortal, but those bestial features made it obvious that they were not. She didn't know much about him, he had shown up at their gates many years ago. His kind was new to their lands, but his friendly demeanor and quick wit quickly one their court and her father over. Not to say that the man wasn't intelligent, he had many stories of places had been, but there was always one he spoke of the most. Taurus. Never first hand accounts, always stories passed from companion to companion. He knew enough to get her there, she had an idea of those she need to speak too and he even was willing to foot the bill himself. Her father would of course compensate him. Their lands were overflowing with precious metals and gems, many of which they used for the alchemist creations that made the oasis famous. He said he would be cold, but she hadn't been prepared for how cold it would be. When she stepped from the gate from their home to this new land, she was hit with a chilling rush. Her hands reached to cross over her chest and clutch at her arms in surprise. The silks and gauze that draped her figure were no match for these chilly winds. "I told you to dress warm." He chided as the gate snapped shut at their backs. A frown set upon her face, her head whipping around to stare at the tan man and his teasing smile. "I did dress warm, Lukas. How do people live here, this is awful." Lukas laughed at her complaints, the girl would be fine but she certainly would not be comfortable. "Once we get to the city, we can get you warmer. I am not sure any place here will be hot enough for your liking though, Madame Noya. " Her nose wrinkled at the title, "Noya. Madame makes me sound so... old. " "-- Then how about Princess, that is likely more accurate isn't it?" Her eyes rolled at the Bat demon, who chuffed softly at her dismay. " We'll go with Miss Noya then. Before we leave, your father asked me to give you something." Lukas stepped closer to the girl as he pulled a small satchel from his pocket from which he pulled a wide, golden bangle. "I've been told that you take great pride in the way you look. So I feel I must apologize for its effects. However, your father insists. " She took the bangle tenderly, taking a moment to inspect the item. The well polished, golden surface held no markings and was broken only by the few large ruby settings it had. She raised an eyebrow in confusion, effects? It wasn't until she peeked along the inside of the bangle did she notice the inscriptions. Old, very, very old. She took her time quietly attempting to decipher them, and Lukas allowed her the time to do it. "Illusion?" "You'll see, please put it on so we may continue. " She pulled her gaze over to the man before finally slipping the bangle over her wrist. Now she understood what he meant. Her skin paled to a soft blue, traditional tattoos twisting over her skin where there have never been any. Dark, shifting hair now snow white and the heavy smell of ozone lingering in her presence. Her clothing changed, but only in color. The rich yellows and oranges she wore now softening to gentle blues and grays of the air district. Fascinating. "He's paranoid, that old man of mine." "He is, however we have no time to dawdle. We are already behind, so please, follow me. " The thick, leathery wings on his back flapped and the man took a short, running start before he took off. She was not long behind him, she took a small run and then jumped knowing the winds would catch her fall. Even with the added weight of her documents, the winds held her aloft as they always did. To Taurus and to hopefully a peaceful welcome.
  10. Moth

    • Zero.

    The face Omnicide made was expected, he is young. Or at least, he appears that way. Perhaps not much older than the man that dropped her off? Maybe older by a few years, and from what interactions she has had with him, certainly not as mature. ‘Dae would like to tease this one.’ The observation brought a slight smile to herself, her eyes following the man around as he questioned the possibility of the security increase. Her people defend all they consider their own, but she has learned that it is not the same for many of these people. While his lack of concern of the security did bother her, the annoyance wasn’t voice and she brushed the issue away. She continued to watch as she went about her own business, nodding idly at the Babel question. “Babel has given me the space and the funding to continue what I was doing at home—in addition of a team to collaborate with. I must say, the weapons your people use are complicated, but very interesting. We shall see if Babel will regret their choice to let me learn about them in the years to come. “ The threat was there, but for now it was an idle one. There had been rumors roaming about the few floors she traveled between that she held disdain for the company—some say even having screaming matches with some of her direct superiors. Were they true? For now, it seemed partially so. With the addition of a third, her eyebrow raised. Omnicide’s reaction was.. interesting, and she made sure to take note of it. Perhaps he wouldn’t like Dae. She returned the task at hand when Omnicide began speaking to his subordinate. While she could hear him, she had no input on the matter—at least not right now. Instead she was focused on the body suit she finally recovered from her suitcase. A loud, deep near purr rumbled in chest when she set her eyes upon it. It was one of her favorites, light, but protective and one she could wear under her Exosuit if she needed to, all black with no external markings it was perfect for this time of day as well. She needed to keep a hold of her assistant, he was certainly worth whatever it was she argued for him to have. With her prized clothing item found, pants were shed and soon her top. She made no attempt to hide herself, or even acknowledge the fact that she was undressing in the middle of the room. She had spent enough time in labs—and among her own people to feel comfortable with her own body. And from what she had seen of other women in the company she did not posses anything that they did not. Besides the extra arms. “While I am unsure how much you have read of my file, for your assistant’s sake I will offer the warning I give before I work with anyone. I can get.. excitable in combat. I have some tranqulizer patches which I suggest you take and apply should I become unmanageable – “ She paused, wiggling ever so slightly as she shifted to pull the suit to slide her arms into the sleeves and over her shoulders. “Just put them on open flesh and all will be well with the world. As much as I would love to tell you to put me down, my dearest Dae would be alone in this place and very likely to take my place. Which I cannot have. “ As she spoke, she slid the zipper up from her belly button to her neck, idly shifting around in place to make any adjustments. The suit looked as though it was made of maybe wet suit material? Slightly shiny, and likely doesn’t breathe. With the black material, the armoring in between the fabric was difficult to spot, but sometimes the light would catch it. It covered the vitals, and appeared to be broken up to help aide with movement. “Any questions?” Silver eyes moved to the new comer, the question obviously for him. The eye contact was brief, her eyes tipping down so she could put her boots back on her feet and move to the weapons case. “You are also welcome to take part in what has been brought, I simply ask that you do not lose them.” She motioned towards the case before reaching for her own, signature pair of axes. She hummed approvingly at the weight in her hand.
  11. Moth

    The Unwilling Recruit.

    Novicide gasped loudly as she woke, wincing at the bright beautiful sunlight that filled her company provided penthouse. Her breath came in heavy, frantic pants and her heart danced a mile a minute. She started wordlessly at the ceiling above her and her heart ached for her lover. A hand came up to wipe the sweat from her brow in frustration, well muscled legs kicking at the heavy blankets that trapped her to the mattress. She hated this place—she hates what she has become. Her eyes drifted from the ceiling, to the metallic glint of light on metal. She flexed her hand, her head tilting as she observed her still newly modified claws. Metal on her hands, metal in her mouth. She could not return home like this, soiled by their inventions. The hand fell into the sweat soaked sheets, and a heavy sigh left her lips as she lifted herself up. She was so much better than all of this, a leader—Cothel the Ravenger, ender of tribes and bringer of war. She would be replaced, as every priestess was upon her death and she had come to terms with that. Her nobility stripped, only to be replaced by the celebrity of medical curiosity. She had become Novicide-- The Machine Killer, Devourer of Man. All she needed to do was wait patiently in her cage, just as Dae did in his box. CIDE could be their savior-- or she'll tear it apart to find it.
  12. Moth

    The Unwilling Recruit.

    With the choice made, Cothel stood from her crouched position among the rocks. Head still tilted in curiosity at the creatures down below. They tensed further, and the one most likely to be in charge barked at the rest. She watched the sight passively, before very slowly making her approach down the rock pile. The team look between Ms. Conroy and their leader. “Boss—“ “Hold. You’re about to have your encounter, Ms. Conroy. I hope you’re ready. “ The scientist only nodded in excitement as Cothel made her approach towards the group. About half way down the rock pile, the circlet that sat upon her head glowed softly. The group shifted nervously, but no hostile activity came from in, instead, a cold voice echoed in their heads. “Why are you defiling our land and killing our children?” Eyebrows raised at the question, and they looked among each other once more. “Children? We did—“ “Do not lie, there were more of you. We both know you are not the first to step into our halls. Answer my question. “ The demand came timed with her final step off the rock pile. She was only feet from them now, slate colored eyes narrowing as she looked between the lot. Silence stretched between the two groups, the team desperately looking towards their leader, who in turn was looking towards Ms. Conroy for guidance. After a few minutes of silence, Cothel pressed closer to the group, “You will answer my questions, or you will suffer the same fate as those who came before. “ Her tone was much sharper now, she wanted to make it clear that she was not to be ignored. “They shot in self-defense. I am sorry that they took the life—” “Sorry does not bring back the dead. “Ms. Conroy looked surprised when Cothel cut her off, and it was clear that her agitation with the group as growing with the way she was shifting. “You will leave, and you will not return.” “But we need to map this cave system, they’re could be val— ““Things that do not belong to you. This is our home, and we will not leave. “Cothel’s eyes narrowed as she hissed at the woman. She stepped closer to the woman, silted pupils staring down at the human woman in front of her. “Y-You, you don’t have to leave! We… We can still work around you! Perhaps we can trade goods in exchange for being here?” Her eyes flicked away the speaking woman to the back of the group. She gave a nod, and a sharp cry of pain came from the back of the party. The armed members flipped their sights to the back, eyes widening at the sight before them. A tall, slender man stood at their back, and impaled upon his swords. He raised an eyebrow at the armed members of the party, for the soldier he lifted up off of the ground was not dead. “You leave, he drops him.” Cothel’s proposition, eyes upon the woman Cothel had deemed the leader of their party. “Let’s just go, Conroy, this isn’t worth it!” “Fuck your stupid science project! “ The shouts of the soldiers went ignored by the scientist. “And if we don’t?” Cothel looked towards her companion, and a pair of soft clicks followed. The victim screamed in agony as the blades parted and snapped outward in expansion. Blood and organs fell upon the aged stone beneath their feet and the managed body slid from the blades. “A life for a life. Leave, and we will not take more. “ “Fuck this.” The comment came from behind Conroy, and just a beat after the first shots were fired. Cothel gasped in surprise at the sound, and initially she didn’t feel the shots she took to the shoulder. Instead, the stone in the heavy collar around her neck glowed and she let out a horrible, deafening shriek. Ms. Conroy, and the other members of the party recoiled at the sound, and her partner darted into the group to attack the member who attacked his charge. Ms. Conroy was shoved roughly aside by Cothel herself, who also set upon the group as well. “Don’t kill them! Don’t kill them, let the sedatives take effect!” Conroy called but it fell on deafened ears. Weapons changed hands between Cothel and her partner, disappearing from his hands onto to appear in Cothel’s. Unfortunately for them, it was her that was far more skilled with the longer swords than her dear companion. The close quarters made it difficult for the soldiers, but with the loss of two more of their people, the pair seemed to be slowing down. Cothel’s steps seemed to falter, at that Ms. Conroys horrified eyes lit up in delight. A butt of a gun caught her companion at the base of his skull, and the man dropped like a sack of potatoes. “Dae!” Cothel cried out, but despite her willingness to go to her lover’s aid, her muscles did not want to cooperate. Heavy with new exhaustion, she stumbled into one of the soldiers, tripping over a body not long after. She fell with a heavy grunt, and the very pleased scientist made her way over to the groggy woman. Those that remained watched as she crouched in front of Cothel, gloved hands reaching to grab a handful of her hair so the two could see eye to eye. Cothel hissed loudly in anger, her eyes rolling up to the woman who held her hair tight. “This is what’s going to happen. You are going to come with us, and you are going to cooperate. If not, I will return, and there will be a lot more for your people to lose than just a single child. Are we clear?” There was a growl and Cothel spat in her face. Ms. Conroy’s pleased expression fell, and the grip on her hair tightened. “I don’t think you heard me. I will get my specimens, whether I have to have my people put a bullet in your head and we return to try again. I will bring more people, better armed people and you will not be here to aide them. You and your friend will come with me and you cooperate. Or I will reign hell on every man, woman and child I get my hands on. Are we clear?” A Sister of war, mother of none— she had little connection to those that were not of her own blood. Despite this, it was her duty to protect their sacred lands and those that were blessed enough to live there. She hissed again, but, her figure relaxed finally in the woman’s grip. Be in the drugs, or her assumed surrender it was hard to tell. “.. We will go. “ The woman laughed and finally released Cothel’s hair before she shifted to stand. “She’ll be out in a few minutes, restrain them and we’ll head back. “ The scientists words faded as Cothel slumped into the blood slicked ground beneath her, the heavy smell of iron and sulfur hanging in her nostrils.
  13. Moth

    The Unwilling Recruit.

    So far, their travels had been…uneventful. Just the soft drip, drip, drip of water on aged stone. From time to time, maybe been a bit of a cool breeze. They were just a day into their travels and not even one of their potential targets had been sighted. As the uneventful hours passed, it was clear that the team was growing bored. It took everything in them not to start cracking tiny jokes or make up tiny tunes like they would on stake outs. The only thing that was worse than the boredom? The constant stopping for samples. Little rocks, soil samples, or dropping samples. It seemed like they stopped every five feet at Ms. Conroy’s request. Each member of the team would have been lying if they said they hadn’t thought about putting a bullet in the woman’s head so they could get the job done. This was why they didn’t bring civilians, they dragged them down and they were constantly in the way. Despite the growing annoyance, and itching boredom, the team pressed on at her request. The day dragged on horribly--- until the sound of tumbling rocks echoed in the empty hall. Immediately, the team stopped in their tracks with Ms. Conroy following suit. A small, plain looking rock tumbled towards the bottom of the rock pile on their left, skidding to a stop at their feet. Every pair of eyes moved upwards, towards the top of the pile, but there was nothing there. Looks were exchanged between them, and the group spread out at the base of the rock pile. Weapons were raised, and muscled, well trained figures tensed in anticipation. Time passed slowly outside of town, not that she minded it. Her company was excellent, as always, her close companion taking his time to whisper stories and legends she had heard so many times before, but were always welcome to be told again. The two were patient, but he was certainly more patient than herself. She was itching for revenge, a life—perhaps two lives taken for the single of theirs they had stolen. But, being reckless would get them nowhere and he was sure to remind her of this. Their barebones camp sat at the top of one of many rockpiles that had been created throughout the cave system. Typically, it was used for hunting. One sat and waited for unsuspecting prey to walk through and then you pounced upon it. The system has served them well, and it did not fail them now either. Their invaders came in greater numbers this time, their caution apparent. Well adjusted eyes watched as slowly made their approach down the hallway, and the pair exchanged a look before she gave him a small nod. The nod was returned, and the man disappeared from sight. With him getting into position, she decided to give them a reason to stop. Without concern of being spotted, she plucked a rock from the pile beneath her and tossed it over the edge to tumble down the pile. They jumped, and a pleased smile settled on her face. Anxious, good. Her head tilted as she watched them raise their weapons, and it was then that plans to changed. Perhaps she should try talking first, for once.
  14. Moth

    The Unwilling Recruit.

    “Alright, you all know your jobs. You know what we are here to do, if we can recover bodies we will. We will do our best to ensure that any hostiles we come across come home with us as intact as possible. Miss Conroy is doing a final ammunition inspection, and her people will pass out the equipment. I want no complaints or joking around until AFTER, we are finished. “ All eyes were on the man at the front of the transport as he spoke. “You will wear your body cam and you will keep it on. They are to be turned off once we return successful. There will be disciplinary action for those who will not abide by the rules set forth. “The team idly glanced among each other in confusion, they were never this particular with parameters, at least not for them. They were one of the few last resorts—of course besides CIDE, they were not to be taken lightly. “I will also be attending the venture into the cave.” Eyebrows raised at the red head’s statement, the leader of the squad even turning to look at her in surprise. “Ma’am I’m not sure that’s a good—““It’s a perfect idea. I can take samples, proper samples, and with my medical training, I can ensure that any subjects taken are in good enough shape that they are useful to me.” Again, the squad looked among themselves. Great, a civilian to be in the way. “Don’t worry, I will be fine. Please, everyone come up and collect your gear, we are wasting time. “There was a moment of hesitation before the man barked “You heard the lady! Get movin’, the sooner we get there the better.” At that, the six jumped to attention and moved to the front of the transport to collect their weapons and their new ammunition. “Are you sure you would like to go alone, Sister Cothel? I’m sure Sister—“The dismissive wave was enough to stop the woman’s concerned words in their tracks. A frown pulled at mauve colored lips as she watched the pair prepare for their stay on the road to the capital. “The two of us will be more than enough. – ““But the injuries—“”We will be fine, trust me.” Cothel’s voice soften and she turned from the armory laid out before her to look at her Sister. “And if I do not return, you will begin searching for my replacement. “” But Cothel, you’re the first in—“”Then you better start now, hm?” She offered her Sister a teasing smile, causing the concerned look on the other woman’s face to deepen. Cothel sighed at the look, her head shaking. “It is my duty, we both know this Sister Faelthel. Put trust in me, and I will put trust in you to tend my wounds should I return. “Faelthel’s frowned at her, but despite her obvious displeasure of Cothel’s choice, she gave a nod. “May your hunt be fruitful, and your body return unscathed.”
  15. “I’m sorry, I must be hallucinating from the lack of sleep—you want me to have my people do what, exactly?” “Exactly as I said, sir, you will bring them to me alive.” The glasses wearing woman kept her voice plain and calm, despite the man’s outburst. Large, brown eyes blinked slowly at the incredulous look he gave her. “We both saw the footage that was streamed to you, it was 2 on 5 and – “”And they were outside workers hired that way they could be expendable. Their job was to map the cave system, not to deal properly with skilled, humanoid hostile threats. ““It was 2 on – “ “And the bigger one took six body shots, while the small one took at least two. Or should I play the footage again for you?” Still, despite the subject matter, the woman remained calm and almost… disinterested. The red headed woman cleared her throat, her eyes pulling away from the armed man in front of her to the bright eyed, exciting looking face plastered on the whiteboard opposite her desk. “In the footage, while the younger one is excited, the elder is clearly exhibiting signs of anxiety. Purposely putting herself in harm’s way to keep the younger one safe. If she survives the injuries she sustained, I will be impressed. The footage was certainly—“As she spoke, the footage changed from the mauve skinned child to a side shot of the older girl, sharp teeth latching on and tearing the throat from one of the screaming victims. “…Graphic. While brutal, I am not sure this was planned. Or perhaps, overconfidence. Both startle after the first shot fired, and neither seemed to respond to verbal stand down requests.” The man turned to watch the footage as she spoke, frantic yelling and pained screams filling the small office she had earned. “Language gap then?” “Most likely. I have faith in your people, after all we did hire them. Have them ready within the week. We will give them time to settle down—perhaps move closer towards the mouth of the cave. That party was a day and half into exploring, if we give them any more time to retreat into the cave system, we will probably never find them. “He nodded in agreement with her sentiment. “They will be ready in two days. You’re... you’re sure you’ll be able to restrain it?” The scientist laughed softly at his uncertainty. “If we can’t, I will give you the honor of putting a bullet in its head yourself. “ “Outta the way—get outta the way you’re all slow!” A small voice called amidst the sound of celebration. Heads turn at the sound of the small voice, only for gasps and surprised murmurs to follow. She was a foot shorter than her sister, and not nearly as strong. The small girl stumbled under the woman’s limp weight, each stained in the sibling’s deep indigo colored blood. It took only a few minutes of her attempting to push her way through the crowd before older, helpful hands came to her aid. Her sibling was pulled into stronger arms, while she was thrown atop broad shoulders. Two hands reached to grasp at the man’s shoulders, while the other pair went to carefully use his head to steady herself. “Get a healer!” The man’s roar was heard easily over the ambient merry making, and soon brought a shocked hush over the busy street. Soon, people quickly parted the way so he could make his run towards the temple. He was met, nearly there by a three beautifully clad woman each more extravagant as the next. “Set her down, --CAREFULLY! “The soft spoken woman’s shouted chastisement made both the child and the man jump in surprise. As carefully as he could, the helpful bystander laid the still teen in the middle of the street. Two of the women took over, while the third directed her attention to the child climbing down the man’s back. “What did this?” Her tone was angry and sharp as always. At first, the girl wasn’t sure she was being addressed and remained quiet. “Well child? We do not have all evening, what happened?” The barked questions caused the girl to jump in shock, wide eyes rolling up to the very pissed slate colored woman. “We… we went hunting to surprise mama— “” Forget the explanation, take me, now.” Each of the woman looked from their attempts to save the teen’s life to give the third a chastising look. The look went ignored, and the nervous child darted back the way they came. Her, and her tall shadow not far behind. “It-They … They are right here. “Their pace slowed as they reached the site of the violence. Gray eyes narrowed upon the soiled flooring, nose twitching uncomfortably at a new smell these invaders had to offer. They smelled…. Dirty. Not of earth and crisp water, but of something else—something strange. “Do you smell that?” “Mn’, I do. Smells… like the springs, doesn’t it?” She nodded idly, her eyes narrowing upon the bodies and body parts strewn about the ‘hallway’. “Child, please return to the temple. We will take it from here. “ “Y-Yes! Yes ma’am! “ Scrambling off the girl went, to check on her sibling and tell her parent of what transpired. “You didn’t need to be so harsh with her… “The soft, chastising came at her back, her head shaking a the deep voice behind her. “Children these days are so coddled, honestly—““Says the woman who has had all she has ever wanted. “A deep, rumbling growl was her only response to his teasing chuckling and with that, they begin their examination. Each was methodical when it came time to look over the scene. Each of the bodies was inspected, stripped and removed of any equipment and perceived weapons. They talked quietly among themselves as the process proceeded, noting the odd clothing—and how much clothing they were wearing in comparison to the sparse clothing their people typically wore. Several smashed body cameras were found, probably destroyed in the struggle. The remains were tossed aside, as was the clothing. “Shall we take the bodies back?” “I will not have these… squishy... smelly things soil the temple. Leave them here. Perhaps their people will get the message not to come back. “His eyebrow raised in surprised, it wasn’t often she passed up a potential free meal but like she had mentioned they smelled… dirty compared to their usual fare. “When we return, we will pack for a stay and we will stick out the rest of the festival here—““But ma’am, your presence is required you just ca—“ “And it is better that I am the one protecting the festival, then overseeing a marriage. There will be plenty more. Perhaps if more return, I can talk them into… not coming back. Or we force them back. “ He nodded firmly with her assessment, forever trusting in the woman’s judgement. “Whatever you deem best, Sister Cothel. I am forever your shadow. “ Slitted pupils raised from the body she was investigating and a very slight smile pulled at the corner of her lips. “As it should be, my love. As it should be. “
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