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Beginner Thread For New Kyngdomers or Those Who Want a Slightly More Relaxed Roleplay To Participate In
By relaxed, I really just mean a thread that doesn't directly alter the main plot.
Here's a link to Hazel's Kyngdom Academy thread, if you have any questions: http://www.cricketmagkids.com/chatterbox/inkwell/node/412799
Anyways, let's introduce a segment of story, hmm?
The Grasplands, located in Southeastern Kyngdom, were once a peaceful land, where people of all nations came to visit and enjoy the warm climate. But ever since the war, the Grasplands have been altered. And not in a good way.
Nations bordering Kyngdom began to take advantage of its weakness. They began to seep into the boundaries, seeking to take some of the land.
However, Catastrophe didn't want other nations meddling in his war. He began to bomb the area. The other nations left, leaving the Graspland to view him as their savior.
Ever since, the Nobyls (wealthy families that used to rule Kyngdom) have been replaced with Catastrophe's soldiers. He has begun to recruit people living in the Grasplands.
But he's not the only army in town.
The Resistance has been hiding in the alleyways and basements of towns in the Grasplands, seeking to recruit those who do not agree with Catastrophe's motives.
What side will you join? Or will you join any at all?
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Remember, post your charrie sheet on the Who's Here? thread, which is located on the homepage.
Happy roleplaying!
submitted by Sybill, age ????, Kyngdom
(November 23, 2019 - 3:32 pm)
(November 23, 2019 - 3:32 pm)
Thanks!
(July 1, 2020 - 5:18 pm)
Eniyan~~
Davina and Kimi went inside the outpost with the Sanukan guard, while Eniyan, Kirah, Ember, Griffe, Dar'sava and the injured woman stayed outside. The guards seemed uneasy of the group of Resistance soldiers, especially Eniyan. Eniyan tried to overhear their conversations, and while he could easily hear them--they weren't really trying to be quiet--he couldn't understand them because they weren't talking in Common.
Stupid Sanukans and their stupid native language he'd never bothered to learn.
A group of Sanukans came over, dressed in different clothing than the guards. They moved towards the group. "We were told someone needed to be taken to a hospital?" They had thick accents, and Eniyan realized they were wearing a different uniform because they were medics.
"Oh, yes!" Ember said. She stood up and took a step away from the unconscious form of the bunrt woman. "She was badly burned and has a fever. If she doesn't get to a hospital in about...twenty minutes, it's likely she won't make it."
"Don't worry," One of the medics said. "There's a small hospital not five minutes from here. We can give her any emergency care there, then take her to one of the hospitals in the major cities to recover." They carefully put the woman on a stretcher.
Just as they began to walk away, Kimi and Davina returned, along with the Sanukan general. Eniyan remembered his name was Hviti--he'd heard about him from Catastrophe's soldiers.
"Glad to meet you all, finally," Hviti said. The groups introduced each other, then Hviti continued. "Kimi and Davina said there was an issue with the Resistance. They said you would elaborate?"
"Yeah, it's a little more than just an 'issue'," Kirah said bitterly. "A trusted captain, a coyote anthro called 'R'oko', turned out to be a spy. He knows a lot of sensitive information, and has probably already told most of it to Catastrophe. Every single Resistance soldier in the Grasplands could be in serious danger."
Hvitit paused, clearly thinking of what this meant. "This might cause some complications, but it still doesn't change anything. Where is R'oko located currently?"
"The town of Fairmeadow," Dar'sava replied. "He's holding two Resistance members, Smoke and Japser, captive."
"Alright, here's what we're going to do," Hviti said, easily assuming the role of leader despite the fact none of the Resistance members held an alligence to him. Eniyan felt slightly annoyed, but was also thankful to have another voice of reason on their side.
"Kimi, Davina--I want you two to go to the local hospital. You need to be fully healed before we attack the Black Skull," He explained. "I'll get a team of Sanukan soldiers together. Any of you who are feeling up to a fight can come. The rest of you can stay behind with me, and we can finally negotiate an alliance."
"Negotiating an alliance sounds boring. Besides, I want to get some revenge on R'oko for trying to blow me up. I'll be on the rescue team," Dar'sava says. After hearing that Dar'sava was going , Eniyan elected to stay behind.*
~~~
*They do have a rivalry.
I was thinking Kirah, Griffe, and Dar'sava would go on the mission, while Ember and Eniyan would stay behind? It's up to you guys though.
(July 16, 2020 - 10:20 am)
Yeah, that sounds good.
So, just to clarify, they'd be going with some of the Sanukans to attack the Black Skull? And where would they be heading?
Sorry, I just want to clarify before I post something.
(July 23, 2020 - 2:43 pm)
They're going with some of the Sanukans to attack R'oko and save Jasper and Smoke. They aren't attacking the Black Skull yet.
(July 23, 2020 - 6:36 pm)
(July 18, 2020 - 8:45 am)
Adrion K'rosi limped forwards on his stilts, still not used to them. He was lucky enough to have survived the explosion, but not lucky enough to walk away unharmed.
Or even walk.
His left leg had been broken during the explosion, and nasty burns covered it. He'd managed to crawl and limp away from Nevaru, where a group of Catastrophe's men had found him. He'd spent the last several hours in the infirmary at one of their bases.
He was supposed to still be there, but he'd refused to sit idly while there was talk of a strange black sinkhole that had erupted in the middle of some poor farmer's sheep pasture.
"Glad to see you survived, K'rosi. Shame Curuxa didn't--he was a clever man. I liked him." The man extended his hand for Adrion to shake it. He was one of Catastrophe's soldiers, Colonel Callidus Avem. Adrion shook it as best he could.
"Hm. The operation was his idea, so it's his own fault he's dead," Adrion replied. "So, tell me about this sinkhole."
"Honestly, I'm surprised one of you Black Skull members decided to even show up. There's not really much to see--it's just a sinkhole, filled with black liquid," Avem explained.
"Right. Correct if I'm wrong, but I don't believe sinkholes filled with darkness are very common in the Grasplands."
"You have a point. Here, I'll show you to it." Adrion followed Avem slowly. A few sheep bleated at them, looking a little alarmed at the amount of people. Adrion could see the farmer, a short man with messy brownish hair. He looked rather distraught.
"I jus' don't know how ta explain it," The farmer said. "One minute, there was grass, and tha next, there was a hole and two of my sheep were gone!"
"So, not like a regular sinkhole? None of the ground fell away?" A soldier asked him. The farmer shooked his head.
"It was tha strangest thing I ever saw," The farmer replied. There was worry and confusion etched deep into his face.
"So," Adrion began, turning to Avem. "What do you think caused it?"
Avem glanced around, making sure none of the soldiers or the farmer was listening. "They saw Lord Catastrophe is running some kind of experiment, at the old BIG lab on Bleak Peak. I'd bet money that's what caused it."
~~~
(July 25, 2020 - 8:27 pm)
I've never broken a bone before, so apologies in advance for my likely-innacurate rendition of the treatment process.
Kimi~
Okay, I admit it. I had my hopes up too high. I'd been expecting the hospital to be some kind of fancy, technological marvel like SOCS or something--with crazy machines and tons of computers and treatments that could heal you almost instantly. But the Spiaggian local hospital is only two stories high, made of stone, and...cozy, I guess we'll say, compared to what I'd expected. I've never actually been in a real hospital before, so I can't really complain. Especially considering Davina and I got admitted right away, and the nurses have been so nice, always offering me water to drink. (No snacks, though, even though I keep assuring them I won't throw up.)
I'm currently seated on a bench in an examination room. I've just been forced to drink three glasses of water, shower, change into clean clothes, have X-rays, slather ointment on my scrapes and nose, and take several pills, one of which was a painkiller. Now, just as I am finally allowed to sit down and have some peace and quiet (and more water), my human nurse enters with the materials for my ankle cast.
She gets right to work, grabbing my ankle and massaging it. The sudden urge to vomit overcomes me as I hear bones crunching around under my skin, but I hold it back. I've got a strong stomach about everything except my own injuries, apparently.
"You've got a lateral malleolus fracture on this ankle. These normally take three to four months to heal, but with your unique physiology, I'm not sure; your lateral malleolus is far less dense than its human equivalent. We do have access to several healing options that may speed up the process, too."
"Ah. Do I get to have those before or after you put this cast on?"
"We'll talk about those after the cast. It can always be removed again."
Will I always be on painkillers, though?
I grip the edge of the bench and watch her set the bone, bind it in gauze, and wrap it in a clear plasticky cloth. Once she's finished, she asks me to try walking with the boot. It feels weird not being able to move my ankle, but boy am I glad it doesn't hurt anymore. Even through the painkiller, I can tell the swelling has gone way down.
"Thanks, it feels a lot better."
"Good. You can go back to the lobby now. Please feel free to prop up your feet, and don't walk too much over the next few days. Have another bottle of water if you'd like. I'll send the doctor to find you to talk about magic healing methods."
I exit the room and thump down the hall, push through a couple of wooden doors, and emerge in the lobby. This is the cozy part I was talking about--it's a very cramped, square room with dark, old-fashioned carpet, shiplap walls, and seating for about thirty people. As I enter, the receptionist nods at me, but I hardly notice; one of our three Sanukan escorts is waiting by the door to the emergency wing, and I make a beeline for her.
"Where's Davina?"
"She has not come out of the examination rooms yet."
"Ah. What about--How's our other friend doing?" I wonder, referring to Evadere. We're keeping last night's events on the down-low; we don't want word to get out that a Black Skull smuggler is here, even temporarily. The other two Sanukan escorts are still in the room with her.
"Not well, but she will live. When I left, she was close to waking up."
"Oh. Isn't she going to a bigger hospital soon?"
"Yes. We just want to establish a few things first. And it would be nice to hear her talk before she leaves."
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Okay, just getting back into the RP groove. It's late, so I'm just going to post this.
(July 25, 2020 - 11:09 pm)
Davina~~
I'm not even five minutes into my examination, and I already miss the Nanulians from up north. They work quicker, and most importantly, they don't ask questions, unlike this annoying satyr nurse. While he's kind, he's very nosy. I already had to go through an obnoxious amount of x-rays--you'd think they'd manage to scrape up a nurse who was polite and quiet and not at all interested in the cause of injuries.
"So, tell me, how did you get burns as bad as these?" He asks, in a soothing tone. Despite his calm nature, the question makes me tense. He's a Grasplander, which probably means he's a Catastrophe loyalist, which means he'd turn me in the moment I gave him even a drop of truth. Even if doctors and nurses are required to do everything in their power to protect their patients.
"House fire," I lie. "Caused by...faulty wiring, mixed with...a fire spell gone awry."
"Yep, that'll do it," The nurse says, nodding his hair-covered head slightly. "You also seem to have a sprained wrist and fractured ankle."
"That would be from a fallen board."
"Ah." He doesn't sound overly convinced, but he doesn't question me any further. "Your burns are the major concern--the sprain and fracture should only take a couple of weeks to heal."
"A couple of weeks?" I groan. "Is there any way to make them heal quicker?"
The nurse nods, seemingly unfazed by my harsh tone. "We'll have a doctor discuss magical healing methods with you and your anthro friend. You can stay in the waiting area until they're ready."
I limp out to the lobby, down a corridor of stone and wood walls. I like the design of the hospital--it's fairly similar to the hospital in Sanukaville, though the view out these windows is far inferior. Kimi is already sitting in a chair, looking bored. She perks up when she spots me. The receptionist glances at us for a moment and gives us a warm smile, then goes back to filling out paperwork. One of the Sanukan escorts stands in the corner, near a set of wooden doors, keeping a careful eye on the few creatures in the lobby.
"So, how'd it go?" Kimi asks.
"Well, the nurse was annoying, and I'm already on painkillers, but they didn't diagnose me with anything too horrible. You?"
Kimi shrugs. "About the same, though my nurse was pretty nice." She glances around for a second, as if she's nervous. "Our, uh, friend is still alive. I think she was starting to wake up, according to the Sanukan over there." Kimi nods in the direction of the escort.
We're about to continue our conversation when an elf walks into the room, wearing a medical uniform. "Kimi Flammori and Davina Starr?"
We both stand and walk towards him. He smiles at us, and shakes our hands. "I'm Doctor Silverwood. Now, about those magical medications."
~~~
(July 26, 2020 - 10:24 pm)
Looks like I'm late again, oops. I was working on a post for the Nocturnal.
Kirah~
Ember and Eniyan decide to stay behind. Dar'sava already announced how boring making an alliance sounds (of course), so he'll be going.
For a moment I'm torn. If I stay, I'll get to rest at least a little, and I won't have to deal with Dar'sava. But in the back of my head, I know I have to go. I owe it to Smoke and Jasper. I can't pass up the chance to fix one of my mistakes.
By now the sun is haning low in the sky, which is a shy hue of baby blue. We stayed up all night running around the Grasplands. Looking around I see the bags under the eyes of everyone in our group.
Griffe decides to go with us, so the three of us wait for the Sanukans Hviti said he would send. Dar'sava keeps glancing at me. I make a point of ignoring him.
It doesn't take long for a squad of about twelve Sanukans to arrive. "I'm Serin," one of them- I assume the one in charge of the squad- says to us. He's even a little taller tha most of the Sanukans around him. We introduce outselves before Serin lays out a plan for us.
"Most of us will be sneaking up on the spy- R'oko, Hviti said he was known by- for a simple ambush. Some of the others will go to find the two prisoners, and we'll be able to free them. We'll need maybe three volunteers for that.
"I'll do it," I say quickly. Two of the Sanukans volunteer themselves.
"Great. I'm sure the rest of us can take R'oko pretty easily," Serin says.
"What if R'oko isn't alone?" Griffe asks.
"Then I'll call for backup," Serin explains, holding up something resembling a walkie-talkie. "Any more questions?" Silence. "Great. Let's move out. Two people per ATV." he indicates toward a number of ATVs. I climb wordlessly into the driver's seat of the nearest one. Dar'sava climbs into the seat beside me.
Goody. I'm in for a fun ride.
I start the engine. There's a few minutes where Serin waits for everyone to get settled. Miraculously, Dar'sava doesn't ask me any annoying questions. I wonder how long that'll last.
Serin motions for us to start heading out. I follow him. Unfortunately, being in a group like this means I don't get to speed or swerve like a crazy person, so I have no weapons against Dar'sava. I just hope the drive to Fairmeadow will be short...
~~~~~I hope Serin is an acceptable Sanukan name, haha.
(July 27, 2020 - 9:08 am)
May I join the fun?
Lysette Ryune is a 15 year old human, not part of the Resistance, though she’s no friend to Catastrophe, either. See full charrie sheet on page 101 of the “Who’s Here?” thread.
Lysette~
“I’m in a room at a boarding house in the Grasplands. Lyvi didn’t want me to come. I came anyway. And I think she can forgive me- I did it for us, after all. Oh, but am I just deluding myself? Did I really do it for us, or did I… No. I wouldn’t. Would I? Yes. But him? It’s true I hate him, but that’s not-”
That is what I’ve written in my journal when the phone rings. “Yes?” “Lys!” It’s my sister. We talk for a while, but it’s awkward. Until she comes back to that one subject… and it becomes a million times more awkward.
“Lyvi, I have to do this,” I say into the device. I can hear her breathing for a little bit before she speaks again. “Do you?” she asks, her voice higher than usual. Yes, I do, I want to say. “I’m not like you, Lyv,” I say quietly. “What is that even supposed to mean, Lysette?” my sister asks, and this time I can hear the frustration in her voice. “I mean I can’t just change my identity to survive, like you can,” I say, my voice rising in volume.
I can imagine her biting her lip on the other end of the line, fidgeting with that one strand of red hair that just won’t stay in her braid. Before I can say anything else, the line clicks. “Did she just hang up on me?” I ask the empty room. “She just hung up on me!” I exclaim, to no one except myself. I groan, for once angry at my older sister.
The door shakes. I jump. What? “Excuse me, this is not your room,” I grumble, twisting open the door to find several weapons pointed at me.
Oh my sweet peaches… !!!
I don’t flinch, somehow. “Lower your weapons, please,” I demand, a little less than politely, stepping backwards as a blade is shoved further towards my chest. “No, I don’t think we will,” the leader of the quartet says ominously.
“Okay, then. I suggest you get out. Like, as in now,” I glare, trying to seem threatening. “If you’re trying to scare us, it’s not working,” the leader informs me warily. Rats. I try a different tactic. “Well… why are you here?” I ask, genuinely curious. “That’s none of your business,” the leader snarls. “I think it is my business if four people barge into my room and threaten me with weapons,” I say coldly, crossing my arms.
The four turn to look at each other. They nod, and suddenly weapons aren’t just being pointed at me, they’re poking me. “Excuse me! Haven’t you ever heard of personal space?” I snap, though inside I’m now quaking with fear. Lyvi would know what to do. It’s just my luck that I'm Lysette, and not Lyvi.
Something bangs onto my head with enough force to make me see stars… and then they disappear and all that’s there is black. The last thing I think before I’m swallowed up by the dark is “Well, Lysette, you got your wish.”
When I wake up, I have no idea where I am.
~~~ (PS, was that okay? This is literally my first post on Kyngdom… PPS, I haven’t decided whether she was taken by Catastrophe’s people or a different group yet, so anyone can make that up, or they don’t need to interact and meet later? Not sure.)
(July 27, 2020 - 3:44 pm)
It seems likely that she would actually be taken by the Black Skull, it's she's anti-Catastrophe but not super open about it. They handle situations like that, probably. So here's a post from Adrion's perspective.
Adrion K'rosi~~
Adrion carefully drew symbols on his broken leg with the unicorn's blood, and laid a ring of dragon's teeth around the wound. He began to whisper words in an ancient language, one older and less-known than even Kaania--the Witch's Tongue. It was black magic, and probably very illegal, but he also knew it would completely heal his leg. And also any other wounds.
All the candles he'd placed in the room suddenly glowed with purple flames, and he could feel his bones knitting back together, and the burnt flesh healing itself. After a couple of moments, all his injuries had seemingly vanished.
He'd come up with a convincing lie to how he'd miraculously healed later.
Now that the ritual was completed, Adrion began to clean up the room and make it seem as if nothing had happened. Suddenly, he felt a sharp pain in his head.
Someone--specifically, the Black Skull--was trying to contact him.
He hid his witchcraft material in a safe, which he made sure to lock, and stepped up to the dresser. A silver bowl sat on the dresser, filled with water. There were vodoo symbols carved into its sides, and rose petals across the top of the dresser.
A face began to fade into view in the water. Members of the Black Skull used these magical bowls to communicate things they didn't want anyone at all to know--the powerful magic being used made it impossible to trace, and the owners wore special charms that let only them hear whatever was on the other side of the water.
The face became entirely visible, and Adrion recognized them right away.
"K'rosi, good to see you. We have an important task for you--far less dangerous than the last, I promise," The man on the other end said.
"Iro, good to see you as well. What is that you need?" Koira Iro was a very high-ranked member of the Skull. He was not only formidable in intelligence, but also strength, as he was a werewolf with the ability to shift whenever he pleased.
"We've apprehended Lysette Ryune, a fifteen year old girl who we believe was conspiring against Catastrophe. It's possible she was working with the Resistance, and even if not, I'm certain she's hiding something. You were always the best at interrogations. I figured you might like to question her," Iro explained.
A small smile played on Adrion's face. "That does sound...delightful. It's been a long time since we've had an interesting prisoner. Where are you at?"
"Spiaggia. We're holding her in one of my mansions, one of the ones I converted to a base."
"I'll be there as soon as I can."
~~~
(July 27, 2020 - 5:17 pm)
Ronan peeked through the hair that hung in front of his face at the gates ahead while what felt like every muscle in his body ached. Ronan and Eron had left the shepherd's house early that morning when the men from Catastrophe's army had arrived to secure the mysterious void. "Ye'd better get outa here," the shepherd had whispered to Eron. "If ya don' leave, they'll be questionin' you fer hours." So, Ronan, carrying the little old man on his back, followed the shepherd's instructions on how to get to Spiaggia, where doctors could mend Eron's broken ankle. They had walked all through the afternoon, simultaneously following the dusty roads and trying to avoid being seen by the travelers who walked or rode in the large double-decker buses. It was very tiring, and Ronan was exhausted by the time he had reached the city.
"How are we going to get in?" Ronan asked.
"Simple. We walk past the guards," Eron said.
"You're missing something." Ronan pointed to the bulletin board located just outside the gates. He could just make out his face on a poster.
Eron was quiet for a moment. "I'll explain about you if they ask, which I doubt they will."
Ronan didn't think it was ideal, but it was their only option. They had tried to flag down a bus early on in their trip, but it had just sped by, kicking up dust and pebbles.
"Right. Let's go." Ronan didn't think he could walk another step, but he did. Slowly he made his way to the gates. He heard the rustling and clanking of the armor the guards wore.
"Hullo," a guard said to Eron. "Can we see your companion's face, please?"
"Um, well, he hasn't got a face," Eron stumbled "He's a Kappa - no, Gamma Minus, so he-"
"If he hasn't got a face," the guard said forcefully, "then you'll have no problem with letting us check."
Ronan heard one of the guards draw a weapon. Almost without thinking, he looked up. The guard looked at him and nodded. "Right-o," she said. "Go ahead."
Ronan looked down again and walked into one of the city's many squares. After a pregnant pause, Eron spoke.
"That was an extremely brave thing you did, young man," he said. "And extremely stupid. Don't go showing your face everywhere, now."
"I don't plan on it," Ronan mumbled. "We were lucky that time. Let's ask someone where a hospital is."
(July 30, 2020 - 1:14 pm)
Serin seems Sanukan enough to me. They also have traditional Kyngdom names, so while most of them have Scandinavian sounding names, honestly anything is good.
Dar'sava~~
Kirah and I are stuck in the same ATV. Again. At least this time, Kirah won't be able to throw me out. I look over at her, and seeing how intently her eyes are focused on the road, I get the sense she's ignoring me altogether.
At least it's better than trying to kill me.
We drive in silence, the Sanukans occasionally saying things to each other in their native language. I shift uncomfortably, hating the awkwardness between Kirah and I. Why is it so hard for us to just get along?
"Well, I guess you can actually drive," I remark after a while, the quiet getting on my nerves. Kirah doesn't reply, though her fingers tighten around the steering wheel. There's another long pause. I see her glance at me once, like she's expecting me to bother her again.
I don't, and the pause grows.
This time, it's Kirah who breaks the silence. "What, no sarcastic comment about how moody I'm being?"
I look over at her, though her eyes are on the road again. I shrug. "You could just be nervous. We are driving straight towards what might be our deaths."
"How reassuring," She grumbles. Her eyes narrow.
"See? I don't even need sarcasm to annoy you," I respond. It looks like Kirah's about to snap at me when Serin announces something.
"We're about a half mile from Fairmeadow. We'll leave the ATVs here, and make the rest of the journey on foot."
When we get out, Kirah walks as far away from me as possible.
~~~~~~
Eniyan~~
Eniyan examined the interior of the building. It was a medium sized warehouse, filled with crates, bags, and boxes, all marked with the Sanukan seal. Workers moved around, carrying cargo and clipboards, shouting things in a mix of Common and Northern.
Hviti lead Eniyan and Ember towards an office in the back. "We should be able to finish writing the terms of the alliance relatively quickly. Afterwards, you can get some rest at a local hotel while we wait for the others to return. Don't worry about paying, I can cover that."
The room was rather small, with a desk and three chairs. Hviti sat across from Eniyan and Ember, in the largest chair. Eniyan's eyes flicked around the room, instinctively looking for an easy way to escape. Hviti laid several papers on the desk.
Ember pulled the papers towards her, and read through them. She nodded her head slowly. "Yes, this looks fine."
"Now, do you know of any way to contact your superiors so we can get this signed?" Hviti asked.
~~~
(July 31, 2020 - 10:39 pm)
Kirah~
When I hop out of the ATV, I get as far away from Dar'sava as I can. I don't think he's going to annoy me, I'm just afraid I might, for once, tell him the truth. He found out about Wen last night, which he definitely was not allowed to do. I just really hope he doesn't question me more about her, because I'd probably break down at that point.
Nevermind. I shouldn't be thinking about all that anyways. We've got a job to do now.
I walk next to a few of the Sanukan soldiers. None of us seem to be in the mood for talking, which is fine by me. Most everyone is silent, save a few whisperers, even though we're still outside of Fairmeadow.
Once we do come upon the city, we do go silent. I was wondering how we were going to get in, with the guards at the entrance and all. Turns out you don't need to do things the proper way when you're a Sanukan. Fairmeadow is Catastrophe loyalist, just like all the surrounding cities, and they probably wouldn't buy any story Serin could try and piece together- a dozen Sanukans, two SOCS kids who are supposedly with Catastrophe, and a weird cat-guy who probably doesn't have any identification at all? Not likely to be let by.
So, yeah, who needs to get in the right way?
Serin leads us over to the far side of the city wall. I can already see what he's planning- the wall isn't that much taller than he is. Fairmeadow doesn't really expect Sanukans to show up, much less need to need to access it unnoticed (aka perhaps illegally). He waves us over.
"Vivianna can boost you three up," Serin whispers. "Njäl, you go first and warn us if there's anything there."
Njäl scrambles over the wall. "It's good," he whispers. "Just an alley." Vivianna boosts Griffe up over the wall, then Dar'sava. I'm next. I slide over the wall and moe out of the way so the rest of the Sanukans can come over. Serin is the last one.
"All right," he whispers. "Kirah, Njäl, and Vivianna will go first to find Jasper and Smoke." He hands Njäl a walkie-talkie. "Once you've found them. Use that and tell me your location, and someone will come and find you all."
I nod, and Vivianna and Njäl do as well.
"Great," Serin says. "You three go ahead, and carefully. Remember, we're not authorized to be here."
~~~I hope this is okay, I didn't find any way they could plausibly get by the guards.
(August 2, 2020 - 1:29 pm)
Lysette~
It’s been at least a few days since I’ve been captured- still for no reason I can fathom. I don’t even know who my captors are- the person who leaves the bland meals at the table beside my thin bed is hooded, and never, ever, talks, no matter how many times I ask who he is.
Now that my head’s stopped hurting, I’m bored out of my mind. That’s not how I expected to feel. I mean, I was knocked out, captured, and have been living in a cell. Old Lysette would have thought that would be exciting. New Lysette, aka me, realizes it’s actually incredibly boring.
“Lysette Ryune, for interrogation,” a voice booms, interrupting my listlessness.
Well. Maybe not so boring after all.
Someone roughly pulls me out of the cell and slaps a blindfold across my face. “Hey!” I grumble. “Well, my apologies, your highness. Oh wait- actually, you’re my prisoner!” the person says. There were a lot of things I could have said to that, but all I could think to say was, “You talked!”
If I had been able to see I’m sure I would have seen the man- or at least, from the voice it seemed like a man- rolling his eyes. “Very keen observation,” he says sarcastically. “I know, right?” I say, just as sarcastically. “I would be careful what you say- it’ll only make the interrogation go worse.”
“Thanks for warning me.” The man pulls my arms, stopping me. I can feel warm breath on my face, and I reflexively pull back. “Drop that tone. K’r- they said you had to be alive, but not that you had to be in one piece,” the man snarls in my ear. I bite back another sarcastic comment.
The breath leaves and I’m shoved forward again. We walk in silence for a while. Suddenly, there’s cold air conditioning blowing into my face and I shiver. A door slams shut behind us and the air stops blowing, leaving me in a frigid room by myself. Wait.
I realize the guy who had been leading- or shoving, more like- me was gone. I reach up and untie the blindfold. “Hello there,” someone says from behind me. I spin around, dropping the scrap of cloth in surprise. There’s a man standing in front of me. He’s intimidating, and clearly knows it.
I purposely twist my face into a scowl, though it isn’t hard because I’m feeling pretty angry at the moment anyways. I have a million questions swimming through my head, most of all, “Why did you capture me? Who are you?” The man smiles coldly, eyes glittering. “This is your interrogation, not mine, Lysette Ryune.”
~~~ (In case it wasn’t obvious, the intimidating man is supposed to be Adrion K’rosi)
(August 3, 2020 - 9:31 pm)