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"I know meditation. But I have to admit, I was bad at it. Never really worked for me, all this sitting sitll, emptying your mind. Breathing." She laughed again. "Not my style -" Jessy froze when she a red lamp start blinking, her face turning earnest. Quickly she ran over to the control panel, looked it over. It was strange, different from the ones she was used to. She couldn't even read the letters next to the controls. "Come on, come on, come on." Her hands brushed over the various controls and she tapped her tongue against her teeth as she always did, when something wasn't working. That lever over there. She took a deep breath and closed her eyes, then opened them again. Taking her time she forced herself to calmly look over the panel again. "I think we got caught by a plant. Most likely we will crash. If we're lucky, the programming of this thing will take over and soften the fall."
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Do we control one character together, or do we each have a different one? Sorry, that was probably obivous, but I'm confused...
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"Yes. My mother insisted that we learn both Tühine and Cahayan." Sagitta watched him walk back to the carriage, tried to comprehend how his mood changed like that. Hate, that was one thing, but why ask her after a souvenir? He knew that she owned nothing, not even the cloths she was wearing. So why ask? She decided to skip the question. It was phrased strangely, as if they were about to leave Tühine soon. He'd changed. Ever since he saw that prisoner he'd changed. All the hate. She knew the hate, had lost it somewhere on a battlefield. It was easy to hate another people, blame them for the attacks. But in the end there was only one party to blame, and it was rarely the low man. Falling back she looked around the village, how people talked, children playing. They looked carefree. The village was strange, not even a low wall to protect its sides, the houses small. So different from home where almost every settlement had some kind of protection. Still it was nice, calming to see them like this. How quiet they were. How calm. Peaceful. Slowly she followed Price over, interested in how he would handle the prisoner, if his face would change further.
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"That's Toni." Mart smiled brightly and held up the bear when he saw Alask looking at it. "And he loves stories as well. Almost as much as I do. But he prefers horror stories, and I'm always afraid when it comes to horror. That's why I like those about heroes better." He cuddled against Alask and looked at him expectantly.
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"Stories of heros." Mart nodded earnestly, then he took his bear and walked over to Alask, held out his free arm as a sign to be lifted up. "My mum knows great stories." Lena saw Alask smile, and so she got up, busied hereslf with cleaning the table. She'd wanted to cook something else. It was late, Mart should probably sleep soon, and she was hungry. And she needed to replenish her bag. The rain and the storm had most likely destroyed lots of its contents. Careful to keep the bottles out of Mart's reach she continued to sort through her bag, threw away what she couldn't use anymore. Some of the pulvers were wet, and she'd broken one of the bottles. With a sigh she washed her hand then put on gloves. Taking her time she cleaned the bag, then the bottles and made a list of what she would have to make, of the ingredients she needed. Humming to herself she smiled when she realized that she needed a lot, that she'd only had some basic substances left. Most of them more or less harmless. A high LD 50, or they needed a long time till the subject was dead.
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"What does it take to see the spirit world?" Jessy asked and thought about his words. Spirits. For now there was no explanation, but then you didn't need an explanation for everything. Things like Biotics, nobody had thought them possible before. Maybe the spirits were just some type of technology Cheh and his tribe weren't able to understand. And as they couldn't explain it, it was magic. "Can we try to go there?"
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"We need to go back to the disco." Wita exclaimed and was about to run off, when she remembered the corpse. "Maybe tomorrow? I feel like Kira and Marcel want to brood over that corpse some more." She smiled at the little fairy. "Are there more fairies like you?"
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Miller shook his head again and again and again. "We need to talk about this." He told Eiss. Magic. Magic in his station. And he had to do something. He couldn't keep these children here. He had to send them home. Check the tapes. Compare notes. And then talk to them again. "You can go home. But don't leave the city." They were children. Nothing but children. Children fighting demons and creating cake out of nowhere. Something, no, it couldn't be. Compare notes. See what those at the hospital said. Then they could go decide which path to take. Inform his boss. That was even better. Have his boss take care of the demons. @AonEne @Blessing of Potency @Eluvianii @BookishOcelot @Lord Furret @Hope Spren
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She laughed again, started to head towards the nearest bus stop. "You saved my life." Stopping her fingers tightened around his arm. "I never felt that helpless in my life. When they had that knife and Ben was lying there-" Her voice broke and she shook her head. "When we trained and I lost, and you had that stone blade and -" Her hand touched her stomach when she remembered that hole. The pain. Ben had saved her, had healed her. She looked at her feet, then up at him. "Ever since I bonded Mahad, I was strong, undefeatable. It's been eight years now, nine? Apart from maths I am good at what I do, I am brilliant when it comes to sport." "That first fight against the Voidbringers, it was so easy, then we trained and you beat me easily. Twice. Now today." "Thank you." Her voice turned intense during her last words, when she looked at him for a moment, then she continued to walk to the bus stop. "Which bus do we have to take?" =====
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"Can you speak Cahayan?" She asked Price and looked at the captive. Bound, slightly injured. Otherwise fine. A slave. War. It was easy to forget, but this was war. No battlefield, but war. Feeling slightly ill she looked the man over. A deserteur. His muscles, the way he held himself. Not long on the run. She stayed close to Price, he was the only known number in this sea of variables. She would rely on him for now. Observe learn. Find a new path. A way home. Maybe she could go back to her mother, help with the business. Blood. So much blood on her hands. Subdued she stood behind him, glad that she had someone she could follow, someone who knew what was going on. It had never been her job to think about plans. Following orders suited her just fine.
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Shana nodded. "I lost my handbag. Used it to trap a Voidbringer." She laughed. "Not much lost, but still, how am I going to explain that to the library?" Better by not mentioning the reason she lost that card at all.
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"School." Shana shook her head. "I'm not sure how to go to school after this." A pause, then she sighed, "I've got a test next week." Slowly they walked outside. "How can we go home?"
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"Sure." Sagitta looked around, started to walk towards the marketplace. "But we will talk about our bargain?" She asked him, fear creeping into her voice again. He'd said it weren't all of them, but she had no way to make sure he wasn't keeping something from her again. She trusted him, to a certain degree, but she did. Maybe she could learn from him. Another way to serve your country. To fight without standing in blood each time. Not exactly what he was doing, but he did serve, only differently. And that meant, she could maybe do that as well one day. "It's not because of you." She explained. "It's because of those few black sheep, that might want to take advantage of me. I don't know your ways, I can speak the language, but all of this is foreign to me. If I have something I can refer to, it will protect me to a certain degree as well. Give me some security."
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"I know." Sagitta smiled at him, her exhaustion showing in her eyes, her face. "I've seen hundreds die, because of a decision of some officer. But that doesn't mean all officers are bad. All officers will get you killed. Some because you are the unit that has to be sacrificed or that has a dangerous place to hold, some due to sheer incompetence. I'm not implying, that you will get me killed, but in end it's the same for me. All of you will do some tests. But if I can choose who will oversee them, who is in charge -" She shrugged. "Then I choose someone I think is competent enough to think about his actions."
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Wita nodded, held out her little finger for Lyssa to take. "Are you a fairy?" She asked and pointed at the crystal. "You look like a beautiful little fairy. Can you dance?" Excitedly she ignored Marcel and Kira for the moment, only look over now and then. A fairy wanted to be her friend. As long as Marcel didn't leave her alone sitting next to a corpse, it would be fine.
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Sagitta thought about his words for a while. It fit, fit what she'd seen, the state of her chamber. How the other one acted. And it finally fit the reputation of Tühine. She suspected that he had expected her to be disgusted, but if she was honest, she had seen worse things. After a battle when the blood ran hot, when the enemy was slain - they used contracts to bind their subjects, soldiers just used pure force to get what they wanted to. Slowly she lifted her fingers, held up two of them. "Two things. We will talk about our bargain again. Add something about my free will and harm regarding my person. You can gladly think of something, but we will do that, before we head back to the carriage." Her eyes stayed on his, calmly, relaxed. "And two, you will tell me about the place we're going to. How those working there are. How they expect you to act. How they expect me to act." "If these aren't acceptable to you, then I will leave now. We agreed on food for tests. You had some tests, I had some food. If you insist I can give the cloths back. But I won't be your slave, nor will I risk ending up in a position where someone else treats me like that. We have a bargain. And I will keep it. But," her voice grew intense. "I want to make one thing clear. We have a bargain. It doesn't extend to anybody else. If someone else wants something from me, then they can bargain as well."
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The truth, but not the whole truth. She could feel it, knew he was keeping a part from her. "Price, please." She said, opened her hands in front of her, tried to move him to stop evading, and simply be honest. "That soldier was so sure that you pay me, it can't be a sole rumor." Her hand made a vague gesture towards the carriage, shivering slightly. "And that man spoke about punishment. There is no need for punishment, when both sides adhere to a bargain. You asked me to stop the word play, so do it yourself. What is this, the tests, the research. If you don't call it slave, what is it then? A subject? A number without feeling?" Because that was how he'd been talking about whoever they wanted to pick up. "I'm no truth instinct, I'm not clever like you are, but I'm not stupid either. Just tell me what is going on." =========================
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"I don't know." She sighed, stumbled and caught herself again. "You saved me." Smiling she concentrated on the next steps. "We should probably look into it, at one point. Why they tried to kidnap instead of killing us." ======== @Eluvianii
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Sagitta followed him to the side, limped slightly. He was faster than she, and she grit her teeth against the pain, picked up some speed. She thought about her next words, about a way to - giving up she simply shook her head. "Slave?" Her voice broke when her terror at the prospect took hold of her and she cleared her throat. "So I'm your slave, expected to serve at night as well? Someone for you to punish, when you please? Expected to crawl in the dirt." She didn't look at him, most of the time, only looked up at her last words.
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Subject. Sagitta wordlessly opened the door of the carriage, climbed outside. Another subject. When they were so afraid of them, that they weren't even allowed to talk - why add another subject? She looked at Price, forced herself to stay politely. "Can we talk for a moment?" Her was steady, but thankfully polite, only a light quaver telling about her inner turmoil. Her anger had fled her somewhere during the last hours. She was easily angry, but as easily she calmed down again, rarely held a grudge for long. Now, that he would probably decline, eat with the other guy she was tethering between empty and disappointed, was tired. The day had been exhausting and while she put up a strong facade - she'd almost died a few days ago. She had been on the verge of collapse a few hours ago. The run, she would never have made it, not in her current condition, but sleeping while they stared at her - it went against every instinct of her, against year long training.
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Zokora observed what happened, the Walker guy appearing, Deteca getting hit. She was alive. She she hadn't failed. Behind them their troops finally closed the breach and she knelt down next to the woman. "Do you want something to drink?" She asked and gently lifted Deteca's head on her folded jacket. "It's not grave, don't worry." The dark spots. Zokora filed it away under things she'd seen and probably would tell Althea and then never mention again. It was her job to keep quiet and she was good at it. As she had no idea what they were, she simply accepted them. Not her pay-grade. And that was it in the end. @AonEne @Darth Woodrack
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Mike felt the sand wrap itself around his chest and he was yanked out of the way. He screamed in surprise, his arms failing when he tried to hold to something. But he was out of the way. Wes continued to shoot and Mike only lifted his hands, hung the air and hoped the monster would die. @Truthless of Shinovar @RayOfSunshine
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"Wita." Brightly she grinned at the spren. "You're so beautiful." She told the spren and grinned brightly. "All the crystals and you can write!" She forgot about the corpse completely. Lyssa was for the moment more important, interesting and sparkling. Happy. Wita liked happy people. They always made her forget. Happily she grinned at Marcel and Kira, then focused on Lyssa again.
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Shana nodded and struggled to her feet. "Yes." She leaned on his arm and smiled exhausted. Her back hurt where the bolt had hit her. "Thanks Rob." Quietly she added. "I'm such a sorry sight for a Dustbringer." Then she shook her head. "Doesn't matter. As long as everybody is alright. That's the most important."
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Sagitta shrugged. Whoever this Jyzny was, they weren't her problem. She had a bargain with Price not with anybody else. Still the words of the soldier still hung in the air. Slave. She sighed, silently looked outside watched the countryside move past the window of the carriage. Price had closed his eyes, meditated and so she stayed quiet as well. Slave. His slave. What had she gotten herself into? All this talk about punishment, about being lenient. She had agreed to cooperate, there was no need for all these threats. Biting her teeth together she steeled herself. She wouldn't give up. Stand strong, stand forever. Never give up. Changing her life, yes, but not crawling in the dirt in front of them. Never.
