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"I am surprised that your self esteem is so low, that you need to compare yourself with a scribe." She replied loud enough for those around them to hear and deliberatly turned away from him again. A pity that he wasn't brave enough to use his muscles she'd have live to wipe the floor with him. Careful that all would see it, she looked into his eyes a last time. "Never had a woman without paying for her, either?" Then she looked away, resumed eating, but continued to observe out of the corner of her eye. "Do you want to leave?" She asked Price quietly without letting down her guard.
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Know your magic. Wita sensed something behind the question, a larger picture and with a sigh she lowered her storing some more. For the first time since she had met Marcel she was able to think fast enough to look him over, judge his appearance, his words. Pale, awake at night, that stamp thing, probably magic as well. Her thoughts moved at a pace that was close, so close to remembering, that she nearly groaned. Dangerous. "I can store, yes. Always do. I rarely tap." She replied curtly, concentrated on him and the other man next to him. Nobody had ever taught her - wrong line of thought. "What did you do?" And please be quick about your reply. She was thinking too much already.
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Wita listened to the conversation not really grasping what they were talking about. Slowly she started to soften her storing, her thoughts accelerating slightly. Was this because of her? Maybe. "He didn't harm me. I ............. overreacted." She stated slowly. @I think I am here. @Dr. Dapper
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====================== Shana listened to Rob's story and added some more half-truths around his words. "We were attacked. They stabbed Ben and told me to keep quiet, so I did and followed them. Then everything was chaos and there was Rob and he freed us. We had to stay close to the Van, because Ben couldn't walk and suddenly there were shots and people shouting, and more came out of the Van -" She fell silent realized she had no idea how explain her own injury. Thorvaldson raised an eyebrow and then started to write down their accords. Shana suspected that there were holes, large holes, but at least it sounded more or less like a consistent story. "I see. Can you please describe those with the guns?" @I think I am here. @Wyndlerunner @Lunamor ====================== Miller sighed. "Magic and demons." He looked at them again and shook his head. "I see..." For a moment he was quiet then he leaned over to Eiss, wrote something on a sheet of paper. Could you please fetch someone experienced with teens and trauma? he asked her and then looked back at Flid, before his eyes moved slowly over all of them. "So let's say there were demons and magic. Could you, or one of your friends please describe exactly what happened? Who was injured when, how many demons were injured?" @Eluvianii @Lord Furret @AonEne @Hope Spren
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Wita stared into nothing. The turmoil around her barely touched her, it was there and it wasn't, too complicated for her to understand, and so she didn't. Outside. He was outside. A familiar face took her arm and led her of the dancefloor to the side, a glass of water pushed against her lips. "She's been like that before. For days." "I don't know." "Just call them." Magic trick. He'd promised something with a bunny? "Can't have her standing around like that." "Crazy ones. Always a risk." "Never disturbed before." "Call them, and get her outside." Outside. Wita nodded. She knew the way outside. Outside. Why was everybody going outside? Still she got up, walked outside, because it was easy, and she somehow knew she had to go home. Home. No not home. Home was ... gone. The cool air hit her face like a blow and she stumbled. It was cold. Outside and cold. Jacket ... gone. Lifting her arms she pressed her bracelet against her chest. The music was gone. The world was grey, lifeless. Looking around she tried to remember which way to go and found that she couldn't. But she saw the man with the magic trick and so she headed towards him. Slowly, stopping now and then to look at an interesting stone.
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Sagitta note Price incinerating the bread and filed the information away for later use. There was more to him than he let on at first glance. Slave, paying her. Something here didn't add up and she suspected that she was missing some facts, knew that she would have to talk to Price later. Maybe she was a slave, but didn't know it yet. The thought calmed her and she looked at the soldier again, he'd leaned towards her, it would be easy to throw him off balance now. Should she try to talk to him? Talk about honor, about hospitality, about everything. Talk. Leave that to Price. She wasn't one to talk. And so she laughed. Tilted her head back and laughed wholeheartily. "I decline thank you. Light infantry, good to stand around at gates. But honestly, survive your first battles and maybe start wearing some real armor, then we can talk again."
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Wita watched in awe while he pulled out the stamp and the blood, then he took her arm. Alarm bells rang when he looked at her bracelet, when he did something to it, but her reaction was too slow, her thoughts not able to keep up with his quick and efficient movements. The moment he touched the seal to the bracelet something changed. Changed so suddenly that it caught her by surprise, when suddenly the bracelet was weaker, felt almost full, like far away. He storing stopped. For the first time in years, in what felt like eternity she stopped storing, and didn't withdraw. Instead her thoughts were her own for a moment. A red light light flashed above, red light and she could smell the fire, the screams, loud, ear piercing screams. Wita pressed her hands on her ears to shut out that scream, echoed it with one of her own. Instinctively she started to store again pushed everything, everything into the bracelet until her screams stopped and the music lost it's meaning. Staring blankly into the air she floated in nothingness, perceiving her surroundings, but not reacting to them anymore.
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Sagitta inclined her head quickly, to show that she heard his words, that she understood. She knew that she could ignore their glances their implications, but she couldn't. The moment the man had implicated Price using her at night, he'd smeared dirt on Price's honor. They had a bargain, and until now Price had honored it. As had she. Suggesting that the situation was different - the man also also suggested that Tühinians didn't honor their guest right, but she doubted he thought that far. He was a soldier, thought with the brain between his legs, because it let you forget for a moment. The way Price reacted, indicated that most likely the whole matter was handled differently here, but she didn't care. Heavy infantry and honor. Two sides of one coin. "Sagitta T'Sora." She replied coldly. "Well it's a shame you aren't brave enough to open your mouth unless your buddies are with you." "But maybe you can apologize and settle this matter on your own."
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Zokora looked around, then held up her hand. Shortly afterwards a little ball of light zipped over and settled down on her hand. "May I present to you, Sera. My concience, annoying advisor and friend." "That I bonded her-" A smile spread on her lips. "It's one of the best things that happened." From the tunnel in front of them she could hear shouting, fighting. They were close.
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"I'm a Willshaper." Zokora was grateful for the faster pace. "Compared to Althea my elsecalling skills are neglectable, but yes, I can get you out should it be neccessary." She was silent for a moment. "But Althea's control over her surges is rare, at least amongst those I know. I focused on training other skills." With a grin she lifted a knife.
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"We will find a way." Shana smiled. "Don't worry. There's always a way." She looked up, when she heard a door open and two men stepped into the room. Police officers. They nodded at them and the took position at the door. "I see, you are awake. We will make this short, so that you can continue to recover." "My name is Tom Thorvaldson and this is Arnulf Meier. Could one of you please sum up, what happened?" @I think I am here. @Wyndlerunner @Lunamor =============== "That's a bit vague, young lady. Could you please elaborate?" Miller raised an eyebrow, his fingers tapped against the table. @AonEne
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"I will be able to get you out, should things go south." Zokora offered, unsure if Deteca even wanted her help. She gave a few last orders, and then hurried after Deteca through the tunnels, drew her knifes. They were a comfortable weight in her hands and she loosened her shoulders, felt her steps softened slightly. She liked to fight. Despite the ghosts, despite their endless following her, threatening her, she liked the thrill of a fight, the moment when her life was hers, when it was in her hands and only in hers. When it depended on her skills and her training to get out alive. "Let's show those monsters, that they have no place in this city." She grinned and continued to follow Deteca, although she'd memorized the way already. Still, it would be impolite to take over the lead here. Deteca outranked her, and these were her tunnels. So she kept back, silently urged the woman to move faster. They only had a short window of time to act.
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"They are. At least, that's what I think." "Don't worry Ben." She leaned forward, rest her forhead on his hand. "The police were, everything will work out." ===================== "Just tell us what happened. Everything you think, that might be important. Like the huge amount of cake, the van, how your friends were injured." Miller looked to Eiss to see if she wanted add something. "The whole story please."
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"We were attacked." She replied, reached out for him. Her arm was too short, and so she pushed herself up, ignored the protests of the nurse in the room andtook the few steps to his bed. "You were unconcious." Her hand closed around his and she looked at him, shook her head. "I thought you would die, but then the others came and they were here and Rob protected you and James looked after me, and there was a crystal." She told him, realized that he would probably understand only half of it. "You will be alright." That was the most important thing of all. ================================ Doc's phone rang. @Dr. Dapper ================================ The officers led them into an interrogation room, that looked like it had been taken out of a movie. Empty, safe for a table, two officers there, both wearing their marks, but no uniform, a folder on the table and enough chairs for all of them. Some plain water and glasses and of course a wall that definitely could be looked through from the other side. "Welcome to the police station." A man greeted them dryly. "My name is inspector Miller and I am responsible for your case. Please take a seat." He gestured towards the chairs and then continued without giving them a chance to react. "We already contacted James Deoven, as he seems to be responsible for you lot, and asked him to get in touch with your parents. Since all of you, with one exemption, don't have a record yet we'll interrogate all of you together - but if I realize that you start lying, then we can change that any moment." His voice softened a little bit. "I can only ask you to spare all of us the time and cooperate. Just tell us what happened and stick with the truth. We will take care of the rest." @Eluvianii @AonEne @Hope Spren @Lord Furret @Blessing of Potency
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====================== „Thank you.“ Zokora took her tablet back and followed Deteca down the tunnel. “That we’re even talking here, is more than I ever expected.” She replied slightly distracted and looked through the data. It took her a bit to set it into relation to her own surveillance systems outside of the tunnels, but then she had them synchronized. “There will be another breach, soon, not far from here.” Quickly she directed some soldiers there, to prepare a trap to snap shut as soon as the creature broke through. “They don’t seem to have found an entrance yet, they are still searching. But they’re close, killed my men outside, too.” “Interested to go there and take a look? Maybe we can lure them away?” She showed the map to Deteca. It wasn’t far and with some support from their troops, they should be able to avert that breach. @AonEne ========================= “That sounds like a good idea.” Mike ducked behind a corner and observed the creature. “Honestly, I’m not sure what any of us should do to help here.” He admitted. “Do you know about first aid? In that case maybe check on the soldiers, see if you can stabilize some of them.” Pausing he started to grin at them. “It’s focusing on Tels. And it’s flying. If we pierce its wings, it can’t fly anymore. Even a seemingly small amount of holes should be enough.” Taking out his guns he offered it to them. He was no good shot either, but ever since Maxwell had shown him the basics he liked to carry some. Even if you didn't hit, they looked dangerous and people tended to jump into cover. “Try to hit the wings, they should be large enough. I will see what I can do about that sinew holding the wing in place. As long as it is deflecting the boulders Tels throws at it, you have a large and easy target, if you circle around to its back. And it won't hear you shooting either.” His fingers tapped the sound absorbers. @Sherlock Holmes @I think I am here. @RayOfSunshine @Truthless of Shinovar
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The guard nodded. "Show me your tattoo and please tell me your name." He asked, but didn't move out of the way.
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Shana continued to slide between waking and sleeping, someone was looking at her back, cursing, then bandaging it, then she was turned on her side. James and Rob talked to each other, although she had trouble to really understand their words. What she did understand was Ben's voice. Her name. "Ben." She whispered and forced herself to open her eyes. She was tired, so incredibly tired and her back hurt where the bolt had hit her. "Are you... alright?" Edit She asked and forced her eyes open again. He had to be alright. @Lunamor ============== @Hope Spren @Blessing of Potency @AonEne @whoeverelse is at the police station I lost track of the characters @Eluvianii
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Sagitta sighed again. Men. Everywhere the same. Slowly she swallowed, made sure, that they could see that she was taking her time, only then she turned. Looked at him. Raised an eyebrow. "And you are?" She asked calmly, her eyes darting over his body, noted the knife he kept in his belt. Right handed, light armor. She made sure to continue to turn until her upperbody faced his, moved her feet under the table to be able to get up, should they move. Actually the two of them had picked the perfect moment. She wouldn't mind a little brawl at all right now. She would loose, the others would most likely help them, but still. To polish one of their faces would be worth it. She knew that her body was weak after the infected injury, after the bad food and the weeks spent without moving. There were a lot of things she should do and starting a fight with another soldier in a foreign country, definitely wasn't part of the wisest decisions she'd ever made. But who cared for wise decisions. Her lips twitched when she suppressed a smile. Let them come at her. She already knew where her first fists would land.
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"I promise, I will try to see you safely home." Jessy nodded and lifted a hand. "Of course I can. and in different directions as well." She created a small sphere next to him, which slowly started to pull everything towards its center in the air above the ground. Cheh, the rock, some pencils, even a glass of water including the content."
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Yes. I can come up with something. Sorrow and joy, hardship and triumph, she smiled at him, I will always support you. She felt for her reserves and worry crossed her face. Enough. More than plenty on a normal day. But today wasn't a normal day. And running out wasn't an option. She'd just have to make sure to be extra efficient, to stop soulcasting everything, just because she could do so easily. Thankfully she had taken the time to store lots of investiture in the bracelet while the storm had been raging around them. Quickly she opened her device and ran a quick search on 'acid'. Her last chemistry class was a while ago and while she had a vague idea of what might work with aluminum, it never hurt to inform yourself before starting to soulcast. The clearer the picture in her head, the easier it would be to explain the spren what they were supposed to change into. And the les stormlight she would need. ============== "Of course." Zokora replied and smiled at Deteca. "I offered my, our help when it came to protecting the refugees and I will stand to my word." She hesitated, then handed her tablet over. "Access to the cameras would be a great help." @AonEne
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Wita nodded eagerly. A magic trick. She loved magic tricks. They were so ... magical. "Magic trick!" She repeated her eyes shining in delight and clapped her hands together. "With a bunny and a hat?"
