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Post by Nicole Vanros on Jan 9, 2017 21:18:38 GMT -7
Wight's tail wrapped around Nicole's arm. "Would you care to find out the answer to that personally?" He was pulling her away from the guard, but the more his tail began to coil around her arm, the more she wished that the tail would just keep going. She wanted to see just how far it could go, because by the gods did it feel good. Wight definitely had a different answer in mind than Nicole wanted, but it wasn't like she wouldn't want his idea of an "answer" either.
Wight was waiting for her answer, but all she could think was how remarkably flexible his tail must be. It was like another arm. Its cool touch pulled away as Wight looked towards Jane. Well, Leigh. Maybe that was her real name. Whoever she was, a wall appeared in front of her, though it seemed like it appeared just as the manacles had. More of Wight's illusions. Hopefully his pretty face wasn't an illusion, too.
Nicole took cover next to Leigh. It actually wasn't completely embarrassing for Leigh to say that what she did was hot. "Don't worry, I won't. I'd be lying if I said I don't feel bad about this, but… thank you so much." She grabbed for Leigh's hand. "I guess if I had to get stuck in a cell, I'm glad it was with you. Don't take that the wrong way."
She was actually enjoying this. She wanted Wight to hurry up, and if there were people in the store room, they could take those people, too. None of these people were going to die, and it had to work out in the end. The only one who would have to die would be Markus Woodrow, and if Leigh was going to give her that chance, then making Leigh proud would be worth it.
Post by Leigh Haskell on Jan 9, 2017 21:34:22 GMT -7
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[attr="class","wavesundtext"] She pulled the hand away from Nicole, a little paranoid about her touching the gun. Yeah, sure, she liked the girl. And yeah, sure, the girl had proven herself... But still, a gun was a gun, and Nicole was a new face. She looked to the door again, and then to Nicole. Leigh had to admit, she wouldn't be opposed to trading the gun for Nicole's hand. Cold metal for warm flesh. She looked around the wall one more time, and then turned quickly towards Nicole. She was already close, and so the gap was closed instantaneously, and even moreso as Leigh wrapped an arm around Nicole's neck. The gun nudged the red-head's shoulder, and Leigh's breath ran over Nicole's lips as her eyes captured the other's. She smirked, leaned in, and then kissed her cheek.
"Just don't take it the wrong way," She whispered, kissing the girl's cheek once more for good measure before pushing her back at the sound of the door. It was either Mal, or someone she was going to need this pistol for. Either way, she'd be ready.
Post by Maldrem "Wight" on Jan 9, 2017 23:01:48 GMT -7
Guess it's time to get a little serious.
W hile there may not have been more than a couple of clerks at the front desk out front at this time of night, the back rooms were a different story. After all, it was still an active prison in Liesdro, and the officers on duty were plenty awake. The store room would be no exception.
As soon as Mal slunk inside, he crept along close to the walls and corners, ever vigilant and prepared to toss up a decoy as soon as someone was spotted. Ideally he wouldn't be here long. He just needed to make his way through these halls with little trouble, make his way into the back room where confiscated belongings were held, and then get out. Easy, right?
He heard voices almost immediately. Flattening himself against the wall he tossed up another illusory copy of it, peering through it carefully. This was already beginning to draw on him, though; he'd been using a lot of illusions tonight. He'd need to recharge sooner or later. The voices he heard belonged to a group of officers who were all sitting around a table in an open area around the corner. Mal guessed this was their break room. They were chatting, some were playing cards, and others were sipping coffee. It almost looked like a less lively version of the members of the Grail during their downtime.
Let's see... one, two, three... seven... ten. Dear me those aren't favorable odds.
Maybe if Leigh and Colossus were both here. Or Phoenix. Nobody liked Phoenix but damn was she good to have in a fight. Maldrem could take... maybe three of them, tops, if it came down to a group fight. And that was his most optimistic projection. He was hopelessly outgunned against this many. So he'd need to sneak past.
He pulled a ball from his pocket, grinning, and rolled it along the ground past the table. As it traveled, it took on the look of a very large rat. Several of the officers noticed it right away, springing to their feet as they made a clamor at it as though they were a group of prissy children. Their commotion caught the attention of their fellow officers, and for a moment all attention was facing away from the direction Maldrem was in. He dropped his wall illusion and sprinted past their break area, seemingly unnoticed, then ducked behind a vacant desk he found around the next corner. He could hear how several of the officers were ridiculing their fellows now, booming laughter as they talked about how "it was just a ball, you nincompoop! Psh, a rat, would you get a load of these guys?"
His trek through the remaining hall was less eventful, most of the officers in this wing being in the break area, and it wasn't long before he found the door that led to the store room. Unfortunately, he'd need to do a bit of searching before he found what he was looking for; there were plenty of prisoners here, after all. As he unlocked chests and closets, he found a great number of things that he tantalizingly wanted to make off with, but he had a job to focus on. He was getting the ladies out of here on foot, and he couldn't carry their stuff to them while also carting around trunks of other goods.
Finally, he found a wardrobe that contained what he imagined must be Nicole's clothing. He didn't imagine there were any other Dirsian soldiers imprisoned here, so this uniform had to be hers. There was also a rifle stored with it. A little more searching also found him the chest where Leigh's signature hook and pistol were kept, along with her messy clothes. He prepared to bundle it all up and make his way back out, but then the door opened.
Mal ducked into a corner with rapidly-honed reflexes, throwing up an illusory shadow screen to help him blend in with the poorly-lit room, and held his breath. The officer who had entered shut the door behind him, his attention absent for a moment, but then he looked around and noticed how everything had been opened up.
He was a foxfolk Gnoll, Mal could see, and that was the immediate red flag of warning for him. The officer's ears twitched, his nose twitched, and his sharp-looking eyes were looking around the room now. His bushy tail swept back and forth calmly.
"I know you're here," he said in a soft voice. "Make this easy and come on out. You're not fooling me."
Maldrem remained still. The Fox man sighed and turned, his paw on the handle of the door. "Well, if you insist on me getting backup..."
Maldrem knew it was a bait, but it was one he would have to take; he couldn't afford being outnumbered. He sprang from the shadows, dagger drawn, and lunged. The Fox man predicted this, clearly, because he reacted with reflexes on par with the Tiefling's, ducking the slice and sweeping his leg to trip the delicate balance Maldrem had landed on. Maldrem started to fall, but his tail darted out, wrapping around the officer's arm just as it was reaching for his firearm, and he yanked the foxfolk down with him. They went into a tumble, and Maldrem's acrobatic experience saw him pulling out of it first, landing in a crouched stance, one hand and both feet firmly planted on the floor while his other hand kept grip on his daggers. The foxfolk officer righted himself as well, standing on all fours as his sharp eyes hardened viciously, his ears pinned back, ready for Maldrem to expose the first sign of weakness.
Maldrem became aware of a slight beckoning sensation, an urge to put his dagger down and come closer. The fox man's eyes were entrancing. He wanted to look at them more closely... no. No. His own necromatic magic activated almost automatically, as a defense mechanism, attacking the foreign influence that was trying to affect him and making him realize he was being enchanted.
Maldrem dropped his dagger to the floor, letting it land with a clatter, and his expression went slack. Slowly he stood and began to walk forward, almost like a zombie. The officer stood as well, his eyes remaining trained on Maldrem's location, watching him carefully as he approached in a stupor. Then the officer lunged. His teeth sank into Maldrem's throat, a killing blow that would be wholly justified given the situation, but...
But he found nothing. The foxfolk blinked, seeing his arms, his jaws, empty, and Maldrem nowhere in sight. Then he felt a sharp, excruciating pain from behind and felt a hand clamping around his jaws, keeping them closed. It was suddenly hard to breathe, and he felt very cold.
"Shhhh," Maldrem said, pressing his other dagger further into the officer's back, firmly. "It'll be over in a moment."
The officer whimpered, his strength failing him as blood stained his uniform, his arms going slack. And as Maldrem promised, a moment later it was lights out. Maldrem withdrew his dagger and let the officer fall, wiping the blade clean on his uniform before putting it away. He grabbed his other dagger, which he had let drop before conjuring his most elaborate illusion of the night, and breathed a sigh of relief. He only hoped the girls were still hidden outside.
Bundling Leigh's hook and Nicole's rifle in a ball of their clothing, Maldrem stole out of the store room, swiftly sprinting down the hall and back towards the police break area. No longer worrying for subtlety now that he just needed to escape, he pulled a hard marble from his pocket and threw it as forcefully as he could at the light bulb in the lamp hanging above the officer's table. They would likely be regretting their gradual move towards Artavian innovation once they heard the shatter of glass as the light suddenly went out.
Bulbs were so much more fragile than torches.
He heard them getting to their feet, confused, but Maldrem didn't stop and wait. Their eyes would still be getting used to the sudden darkness, but for Maldrem, he was used to this sort of thing. The room wasn't all that dark even without the bulb, so if he gave them that time to adjust he'd be noticed quite easily. So he kept running, right past them.
He made it back to the door he had come in from, opening and closing it swiftly as he made his way out, and was satisfied to see the guards still unconscious and the girls still safe. Dispelling his illusory wall, he tossed the bundle of clothes and weapons towards Nicole, trusting her to be able to catch it with her two hands.
"We gotta go right just now," he instructed, not bothering to say any more as he made for the front door, pushing it open just as an officer was coming inside. The officer looked stunned to see him, as most people are when someone suddenly opens a door you were about to use, and Maldrem rolled his eyes. "Oh for the love of..."
He swung his body low and used the momentum to swing his leg high, almost completely inverting himself as he pivoted on his left ankle and swung a mean kick with his right. His armored foot clobbered into the side of the officer's head, knocking them silly, and whether they were unconscious or not, that would be good enough for the moment.
Post by Nicole Vanros on Jan 10, 2017 17:54:44 GMT -7
After all of Leigh's flirting, a kiss on the cheek was surprisingly restrained. When she kissed Nicole again, Nicole thought about pushing her away, but Leigh pushed her first. The door was opening, with Wight running through. He tossed a pile of clothes and even a rifle towards Nicole. She caught the rifle with both hands. The rifle was of common make for the military, but she still recognized it. This was hers.
"We gotta go right now," said Wight. Someone had definitely noticed him. As he reached for the door they had originally come in through, another officer was on the other side. Mal delivered a swift kick to the officer, knocking her unconscious. Nicole grabbed the pile of clothes - it had to be her uniform - and held the rifle as best as she could. "Lead the way, Wight!" She nodded over to Leigh, hoping that she was ready to follow.
It was a miracle, they still kept her uniform and her rifle. Even if she didn't deserve them, they were still hers. Nicole turned the uniform in her hands, still running, and tried to find the pockets. She felt the outside… there was something metal in it. She had brought a necklace with her, and it must have still been in the uniform. She couldn't check it now, but just knowing that it could still be there… they had to find the exit as soon as possible.
Post by Leigh Haskell on Jan 10, 2017 18:14:54 GMT -7
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[attr="class","wavesundtext"] As hot as Nicole was, there was something far better than her for Leigh. The moment it was in her hands, Leigh felt complete again -- her god damned hook. She immediately shoved it over her stump and tied the leather like she’d done it a thousand times (which she most certainly had) and when it was secured, she sighed with relief. Then, the relief was over, and it was time to pay attention once more. She shoved her clothes under the sack, using her belt to secure it all against her stomach, and then was right behind Mal.
Mal was focused on getting them out, and Nicole was, too, so Leigh would need to make sure they weren’t followed. She turned her back to the group, easily keeping pace with them as she cocked the pistol at the guards following them. They tried to zig, they tried to zag, but their training was predictable. They were military men. Yawn. Two shots, one to the first guard’s kneecap, and the second to the next guard’s shoulder, and they were down. She still had it, didn’t she? She’d have preferred to let loose on the shit-stain guards of the place with her hook, but time wouldn’t permit too much stabbing, so the gun would have to do.
“Havin’ fun, Princess?” Leigh called out, another shot ringing in their ears as she knocked out another guard who dared to peek around the wall they were hiding behind. It didn’t take long for the group to have to come to a stop, though, Leigh bumping Nicole as her view was still locked onto the path behind them. She turned her head to see what was holding them up. A locked door. Mal’s specialty.
She’d have to focus on the assault, which was good… Since her hook hadn’t tasted blood in a while. “Got my back?” She asked Nicole with a smirk, knocking back the hammer on the pistol once more as she ran back down the hall, tumbling, jumping, and all around being a damn difficult target to hit. She made it to one of the alcoves in the hall where a guard was shooting, and slammed her right hand behind her, the hook making it's deadly purchase in the guard’s chest. A meat shield. Good. When she reappeared, she held the guard in front of her, ignoring the whines of pain as the hook twisted and carved out a suitable hole for itself. She heard a call of “Hold your fire!” From the guards, and knew they had won. She backed up - slowly - knowing that by the time she got back, Mal would be ready with the door.
Post by Maldrem "Wight" on Jan 11, 2017 9:46:57 GMT -7
Never have I seen a deadlier burlap sack.
W ell he was certainly glad Leigh was having fun. Under normal circumstances, maybe Mal would be as well. The problem, of course, was that this little spring operation was not normal; it was a solo job.
Magei was a highly protected, secure city, made only more so by the current diplomatic visit of one Markus Woodrow. And this was their highest security prison. The Grail really couldn't afford to send a large crew for this job; no extra muscle, no outside diversion, nada. If they could get far enough there'd be a getaway carriage, but that was it. And hey, sure, even a high security prison in Magei was little challenge for the great "Wight" to break into; his talents were cultivated for exactly that sort of thing. But the locks and floor plan of Magei High Secruity Penitentiary were not Maldrem's problem. No, the problem was the staff. Maldrem had intended to get this done quietly so that he could walk Leigh and Nicole right out without any fuss. But thanks to having to fight that Gnoll, things were now complicated. One of the cops had found the body after Maldrem made his escape, and so what they had thought to be merely a burnt out light bulb in the break room was quickly realized to be a smoke screen tactic for escape, and it had not taken long for the staff to rally. And Maldrem knew how many of them would be on duty tonight, and how well-trained some of them would be.
Basically, all in all, Mal got the impression that Leigh perhaps didn't realize the gravity of the situation while she had the time of her life firing on officers and grabbing herself a meat shield.
Mal might have taken a moment to wonder why Nicole hadn't fired a shot yet (it would be really helpful, sweetheart!), but he was more focused on picking the lock on a door they arrived at. Maldrem had already come through this door on his way in, and it hadn't been locked; the fact that it was locked now was clearly a security failsafe someone in the building had activated. And it was definitely magical. He had to steel his focus on it as his tail moved around the keyhole, his magic working to gradually bite away at the seal. True to Magei form, this seal was stubborn. But they'd be home free if they could just get through; a large ventilation shaft was in the room beyond here, leading into a veritable maze of metal that Mal knew like the back of his hand.
But it was taking too long.
He glanced over his shoulder, and he could tell Leigh's plan wasn't gonna hold out much longer; before long the officers would realize that their comrade was already dying in Leigh's clutches as he was, and they'd open fire again once they did. And here the three of them were, trapped against a locked door while a horde of cops were closing in. Well, let's give them something to shoot at then.
Mal squinted his eyes and permitted a heavier draw on his power than he usually went for; he was not, after all, actually the most magically adept or capable person, whatever he'd like others to believe, and he had his limits. But right now he was clearly going to need to push those limits.
The guards saw Leigh, slowly edging forward with her meat shield. They saw the manic gleam in her eyes, and saw Nicole stepping after her, saw Maldrem abandon the locked door and casually take step beside the pair. Then they saw Leigh rip her hook from her captive's chest, kicking him onto his knees, and they saw Nicole raise her rifle and shoot him right then and there, right through the face. They heard the loud bang, and the unsavory sound of a mess being made. And they saw their comrade hit the ground.
"Open fire!!" one of the guards shouted, and they began unloading onto the spot where they saw the three, and though they watched the trio of escapees try valiantly to dodge, they were treated to the sight of bullets peppering into them until they gradually fell.
What the guards did not see was Maldrem shushing Leigh and Nicole from his spot by the door, keeping them close to him while the guards down the hall shot at nothing. They also did not see Maldrem finally figuring out the lock, getting it undone, and pulling the door open. They didn't see him, Nicole, and Leigh all slip through, Leigh dropping her meat bag, and the door closing. None of the guards realized a thing until the three dead pirate bodies suddenly vanished, along with the dead body of their comrade. And when thy saw the real body of their comrade, simply lying on the ground by the door, they finally put two and two together.
But by then, it was too late. The three had already hopped into the air vent, Mal closing the grate behind him. They'd surely realize where the pirates had gone, with just one glance at the vent, but so what? None of them could navigate it like Maldrem could. And if they sent pursuers in after them, that'd just be asking for those pursuers to be ambushed and killed.
It was with this comfortable knowledge that Maldrem took a rest with his partners in crime, all of them sitting quietly and catching a breather. They were somewhere in the maze of ventilation, far from where they'd entered. They'd eventually need to drop a few stories, but for now they were focusing on lateral movement. Mal had to thank whatever architect designed this building; clearly they had only the most innovative advancements in mind for such a high security building, but by making the vents large enough for an adult to comfortably fit just by crouching? He wondered if the architect realized they could be the perfect escape route.
"Well that was wild," he said after an extended moment of silence. He kept his tone low, conscious of how sound could echo in here. "You're both welcome, by the way~"
Post by Nicole Vanros on Jan 11, 2017 10:45:10 GMT -7
As much as Leigh seemed to be enjoying this, no, Nicole was not having any fun. They had to run out of here, and there was no time to have any fun in it. Leigh stabbed her hook into one of the guards, even using him as a shield. "Hold your fire!"
"Leigh, no. Don't do this." Nicole lowered her rifle. Knocking other guards unconscious, that was one thing, but holding a guard hostage? No, screw whatever "freedom" Leigh was trying to tell her about. "Put him down. He's just… doing his job." She hadn't managed to convince Leigh of that before, so it would be pointless to expect her to listen now. "Isn't your crew better than this?"
Bullets rang out towards the other guards. Wight has whispering over to Leigh and Nicole, his voice barely audible over the bullets. "Open fire!" One of the guards gave the order, and as Nicole followed Wight, she looked back and saw… herself. Another copy of her was standing, firing at the officers, and so was Leigh. Leigh was still following her towards Wight, and yet a second Leigh was standing next to Nicole's own copy, but they were both shot down by the officers. The officer that Leigh had stabbed dropped to the ground, and the copies of Leigh and Nicole faded away.
Nicole crawled through the vent. It was the only way forward, and going back would mean they would just fire on her. Letting them take her rifle again and throwing her back into her cell would be too good for her. "Well, that was wild," said Wight. He was praising himself, like he was coming home from a party. "You're both welcome, by the way." Nicole smacked the side of her rifle against Wight's legs.
"Just get me the hell out of here," she said to the pirates. "You weren't supposed to kill any of them, and you just used that man for cover! What's wrong with you two?"
Post by Leigh Haskell on Jan 11, 2017 11:04:28 GMT -7
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[attr="class","wavesundtext"] Wight was getting pretty good at these illusions, wasn't he? Though she had to admit it looked like her nose was a little off - no way it was that crooked. She pressed back against the wall next to Wight, watching with a sick kind of excitement as the guards shot her, Nicole, and Wight down. Then, she was pushing through the door and into the vent, wiping the blood on her hook on the burlap sack she was more than ready to get rid of.
“Remind me to buy you a drink,” She smirked, not quite as tired as Wight - not having used as much energy as he had quite yet. She reached to pull her sack off, wanting to get proper clothes on her body -- but Nicole’s whining stopped her. Weren’t supposed to kill any of them? The girl was deluded.
“What’d you think they were gonna do if we didn’t fight back, Princess?” Leigh growled, her hand finding the neck of Nicole’s rifle and pushing it down to face the bottom of the vent as she got into Nicole’s face, “Pat us on the back, say nice try, but you’re going back to jail? You’re smarter than that. At least I thought you were.” She pushed the rifle, using it to push herself back off once more before she undid her belt and used her hook to rip the burlap sack clean off of her. The clothing she had stuffed into her chest fell out, and she quickly got to dressing herself once more, not seeming to care much about being buck naked in front of the two. “We’d have been put down like a rabid dog. Assaulting guards is enough for the firing squad. Or did you forget when you beat the living shit out of one for your own skin? Guess it’s alright as long as you’re not around when he wakes up with brain damage. Pah - this from a soldier.”
She pulled on her jacket and turned around, brandishing her stained hook at Nicole, “You chose to save your own skin. To them, that makes you just as bad as us. This blood ain’t just on my hook... Welcome to the crew, lass.”
Post by Maldrem "Wight" on Jan 11, 2017 12:05:53 GMT -7
The wont of naivety
"'Fraid I have to agree," Wight added to Leigh's chastising. He didn't bother checking her out when she changed. Not this time, at least; he'd seen it before, and it's not like he had anything she was interested in, so it would just be pointlessly teasing himself to pay attention to her.
Besides, what was happening now required more of his attention.
"You know somethin', Sweetheart? I killed a guard while I was getting your things. Had to. He found me, and woulda literally ripped my throat open if I gave him the chance. If just doin' his job means killing me, then I'm doing my job just staying alive so I can get you two out of here."
He got to his feet once he saw Leigh was finished. He expected that Nicole would probably be less eager to change in front of them, so he moved past the two of them and began stepping down the vent, his posture stooped under the low ceiling.
"Everyone in life has to take from someone or something else to keep on livin'. Sometimes we have to take something really heavy. That's reality. If a soldier really thinks everything can be resolved with non-lethal take-downs, then that soldier needs to wake up. 'Sta loca."
Post by Nicole Vanros on Jan 11, 2017 17:27:03 GMT -7
Being a soldier didn't give Nicole carte blanche to kill whoever she wanted, and even if she wasn't really a soldier anymore, she wasn't going to stop caring why she could kill someone. Leigh was right that they'd be put in front of a firing squad, and Wight could easily excuse his actions as just self-defense. "I thought you were trying to convince me your crew was made up of the good guys. I'm not going to be as 'bad' as either of you."
Leigh was getting herself dressed, but Nicole looked away as soon as the pirate put on her shirt. Sure, the kisses had been nice, but she wasn't really interested in taking the opportunity to look at Leigh's body, though Leigh probably wouldn't mind. Nicole kept her own bundle of clothes together. It would be better to get dressed once they were out of the vent.
She had already promised to join their crew, but didn't have to be the rest of her life. She only needed them to get back at Markus Woodrow, and even he wasn't someone she wanted to kill. Leigh had seen that. Death was too good for him, but shame and humiliation? Carrying the knowledge that he could only keeping living because Nicole would allow that? That would be a fate worse than death. "I came here because the armies of Dirys and Liesdro were supposed to work together. Now they're going to just blame each other because of me. I'd rather not let more people die because of me, but I know you two will do it anyway if you have the chance." How could she talk about this so casually? These weren't just pirates, they were murderers. Forget Leigh's seducing some noblewoman, they were taking lives just to protect their own. "And what exactly are you two going to do when we get out of here? I assume you'll meet up with your crew, but what then? Do you have an actual plan, or do you have some 'wherever-the-wind-takes-us' style going on?"
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