Cerdic stood there for a minute as Alder continued to talk about how Chrono isn't Aveum since he didn't have memories. And while Cerdic was inclined to believe him, there still was the fact it was easier to deal with things now rather than later. Alder then pointed out he wasn't a killer and Cerdic chuckled slightly. "Who knows, I might have been. Who knows what happened to bring us together in the first place. Perhaps we were all just criminals, that were brought together to be experiments." Cerdic purposed the idea, but from what he remembered of his time before, growing up, the only crime he did was not living up to the standards of his family. Watching the journal get destroyed made Cerdic cringe slightly, but now the damn thing wouldn't be a problem anymore at least. He was half way to destroying it himself. "Well I suppose if you won't let me kill him, we have to deal with the other threat first. But just so you know, if he turns around and betrays us again, it is on your head." Cerdic stated, finally turning away from Chrono. "So are you going to lead the way, or will I?" He said to Alder knowing if he waited around much longer he might be tempted to carry out the deed.
Characters Name: Sir Alexander Sebastian Keaton the VIIth Characters Age: 26 Character Race: Human Characters Gender: Male Characters Appearance:Bloop Characters Personality: Born nobility Alex being the youngest of four took up joining the knights since he was not the heir of his house. He strives to make his family proud by upholding the law to the utmost standards. He strives to be stronger and so made a pact with not a magically adept dragon but with a large strength based Dragon believing it would help him achieve success. He did not however forsee the difficulties he would have with the dragons attitude. Role in Society: Born a noble man, works as a knight Do You Have Any Weapons: Halberd And his pact partner will be posted by cstar
Aaron watched as some of the men stumbled around but not the one giving orders. That man still scowled at him, clearly not amused by the attempt to get out of the situation. Things were looking more and more grim for him and Aaron was running out of ideas fast. He could always try and fight the raiders off while they tried to capture him, but that could just lead to a few shooting him with those arrows that were pointed his way. So instead he just raised his hands. "Woah there, no need to yell. If that is the case I will come willingly." He stated as he watched a couple boats circle closer to him. He chose not to fight and let them take him on board, at least there he was on more stable ground to assess and deal with the situation. And hopefully if they thought he gave up fighting them there would be less arrows pointed in his direction and a better chance for a quick escape. Dayla paused her arrows for a moment as one of the men in the group told her to give it up. Meanwhile another man told them to leave her. With a sigh Dayla stepped closer to them, she wasn't going to let them sit there and judge them. She recognized one of them from the bar earlier... Witchers, the both of them. Dayla's heart raced a bit but still she stood up and faced them hoping that she wasn't going to get in trouble with the wtichers. "Look, I don't trust those boats to not attack the town as soon as we give up since we can't see them. I am not willing to be chased out of yet another home. If you guys are too scared to try and fight then so be it, but this baby hasn't seen any action in a long time and I am kind of itching to use it." Dayla indicated to her bow as she notched another arrow squinting trying to see past the fog, but it wasn't working so well. Not sure how she could continue trying to fight off the raiders, Dayla was ready to find a place to just camp and watch the shores, when she heard a man call out. Another man she recognized from the tavern, the man that was renting a room before had found himself a ship and was going to get closer to the raiders. Dayla smiled a bit as she turned back to the witchers. "Guess there is always a way." She said before laying her eyes on Alyse. "I locked some locals in the tavern for their own safety, if you aren't coming with, maybe you should go let them out." Dayla suggested before running to the boat and boarding. "Well lets go."
Characters Name: Shalendra Sarralei Characters Age: 20 Character Race: Half Elf Characters Gender: Female Characters Appearance: Bloop Characters Personality: Shalendra is quiet and conserved. She doesn't often spend time talking to people. Shalendra is desperate to escape her fate and doesn't often look ahead at where the path she has chosen to take is taking her in the end. She simply strives on the fact that it is away. She isn't a fighter and doesn't like hurting people, and would rather take a passive spot when it comes to conflict Role in Society: Slave bought through the law of surprise Do You Have Any Weapons: Nope Dragons Name: Rethenth Dragons Age: 358 years old Dragons Gender: male Dragons Appearance: Here Dragons Size: Medium sized, think toothless size Dragon Strength to Magic: Strength- 5 Magic-5 Dragons Personality: Rethenth is manipulative. He isn't big and doesn't have much magic to give, so he has turned to using people and other dragons to his gain, including his pact partner. He doesn't much care for other peoples well being, instead doing whatever it takes to get what he wants. He has no regards for law and order Pact Price: A vial of blood from Shalendra every month Anything else: Rethenth uses the blood to preform a spell to hind Shalendra's will to his whenever she refuses to agree. They have both broken law by making this pact, so when people find out they can easily be hunted for such things.
╔════»The scolding from Lloyd did nothing to save Lloyd from Arian, he just stepped up and put a hand on his shoulder. "Chill out dude, I know this is our first day and all, but there is no need to be all uptight. This is the best time to have a little fun and joke around. And come on you can't deny that she is hot. Just look at her." Arian whispered back, a sly smile spreading across his features. "I bet you are just jealous because you know she would pick me over you. But don't feel bad, I mean I am rich and cute, best of both worlds, no one can beat me." Arian continued to prattle on despite the fact that the Guardian of Air was still trying to talk to them. Arian had barely stopped his talking when Qrow stepped in to answer one of the questions, in a rather blunt manner. Arian could certainly appreciate him for that. He liked it when people were straight forward. However the blunt answer was not what Arian expected. They were new students yet they were in charge of helping save remnant? Well clearly Ospin had seen his potential already. Of course he could play hero. Ospin also mentioned that teams and leaders had already been chosen for them, and Arian listened eagerly for the list, but before it was given another boy entered yelling about an emergency or something. It was then that Arian stopped paying attention in order to preen himself, make sure that he looked the best that he could before he was announced leader. Busy straightening out his hair, Arian almost missed the start of the least. As the first name was read, he step forward proud... before he stopped hearing his name second. "What? You have got to be kidding me! There must be some mistake. Are you sure you don't have the order wrong. How am I under mister uptight and grumpy?" Arian burst out in a small fit of anger as he reluctantly went over to his side. To make matters worse the only girl that was on his team was the crazy one. Why were all the attractive girls on the other team. It wasn't that he didn't find Aalis attractive, but after the way that she spoke to him, he didn't know what to do with her. Arian would have almost demanded that they take another look at the list and make sure that there wasn't mistakes, but the mean teacher from before, the drunk was yelling at them to get into the elevator and not wanting to get kicked out before the action started, Arian obliged, still determined that later he would correct the obvious mistake in placement. When they got outside they were told to get to know there teams, and Arian just rolled his eyes. "Clearly there was some mistake here, so don't worry too much about getting to know me. I am sure that I will be switched to another team soon and all will be righted, it is just a matter of time." He stated nonchalantly as he crossed his arms and looked over at Ospin waiting for a chance to ask him about the teams. He wasn't going to be rude and interrupt things after all. He did know better than that, he knew all his manners, it was just a matter of when he chose to, and not to use them. ════╝As the discussion went on, there was more talking about Auburn, meanwhile Auburn was just trying to hear what Lady Barisa was saying. Whatever was happening didn't sound good, but at least she felt confident that her father could deal with it. He always told her stories of his adventures, even the one in which he rescued her, although she knew that one well enough on her own. If he knew the Guardian of Air, she was sure that he was on his way to help right then and there. Why wouldn't he after all, perhaps that was what he had spoken to Ospin for so long on after she chose to take a seat and let the men talk, tired of hearing her fathers concerns about her and her being here. Qrow however spoke up and Auburn looked noticeable shocked as she stepped back into the crowd, bumping into someone before getting embarrassed and running off to the back corner again trying to to be too noticeable but scared to be in the way. She had wanted to be close to the front to hear what was going on, but when someone suddenly told them it was in their hands, Auburn didn't know how to handle it. And when she accidentally bumped into someone, she feared them getting mad at her and so she fled before anyone could yell, a typical habit of hers. Auburn could feel her heart thundering as they spoke more about it, how too many people were off on missions to be able to help at the time. While she knew in her mind that she was a capable fighter, taught by a great huntsman, the fact that so much responsibility was being placed on their shoulders, freaked her out to no end. She didn't know how to deal with such pressure being put on them all of the sudden. Wrapping her arms around herself she listened as Ospin mentioned teams. Of course she knew that it was coming, but meeting the new members she would be working with sounded scary. What if they didn't like her? What if they thought her too small and week to be of use? A thousand thoughts of what could go wrong flooded her mind all at once, causing her to push her back even more firmly against the wall. To make matters worse a boy burst in the room sounding rather worried and panicked. Auburn stared at him for a good minute while he spoke to Lady Barisa. He spoke of someone named Agni, and Auburn recognized the name from her fathers story. She wondered what that news meant for all of them. Now at the back of the room it was harder to tell what was going on, but she strained to listen. This only went so far when Qrow spoke up again, calling for Ospin, and a moment after that started listing off teams. From the back Auburn was unable to see which way that Qrow was pointing, which of course made her nervous that she would get the directions wrong. As she heard the first list of names, she watched the four students divide off, making it slightly easier to see. That being said they didn't divide off without a fight it seemed as one of the boy, a faunus began to yell about not being leader or something like that. Auburn looked around at the remaining students wondering if any of them would react in a similar way. She really hoped that no one on her team would act in such a way. She didn't like yelling too much, even if it wasn't directed at her. Watching the direction of the other students that names were called, Auburn followed them, silently taking her place at the edge of the group, not making eye contact with any of her companions. At this point it was just a matter of following orders and nothing more. She didn't particularly know what to say or do in such a situation, so Auburn decided to let the others take lead, not that there was much lead to be taken as they were ordered into the elevator soon after they were given the teams. Auburn was one of the last to enter the elevator, making herself as small as possible as she entered. It felt crowded and she felt like she was in the way. It didn't matter how little space she was taking up, it always felt like she would be the person to push things over the edge, the one person too much. Even the scrape of her and against the leader of the other teams jacket felt like it was going to annoy them. She was just thankful when they could exit into the open air and she could find a place with less people around to wait out the time between instructions.
There was a time where humans and dragons not only lived in peace with each other, but hand in hand. Where the monarch of the human realm, ruled alongside the dragon king, and everyone seemed to have a pact with a dragon. Peace and prosperity flourished through the lands between all races. There had been no wars between the elves, gifted with magic and beauty, and the humans, blessed by dragons not in hundreds of years. But what happens when that peace is threatened? Not the peace between elves and humans, but between dragons and other dragons. When a stone is found that means more to dragons than anything else. Will you work with your pact partner to help them achieve their goal, even if it means killing friends, or even family. Will you try and resist and risk the wrath of a dragon? Would you be willing to turn on your own king, just for one stone. Is your will strong enough to stand up to that of a dragons? How far are you willing to go for a stone that no one knows what it does? Pacts exist as a sacred bond between Dragons and humanoids, creating not only a mental link with the dragon, but a link that binds their souls together. When one partner of the pact died, the other partner loses a part of their soul. They fall in despair and would often stop eating or outright kill themselves or they go mad. To make the pact a few conditions had to be met. First off, the humanoid cannot be an elf. No one knows who made the law or how long ago it was made, but it had always been followed. Elves were gifted with the natural ability to use magic, they are stronger and faster than other races, and on rare occasions even have wings and are capable of fly. In order to keep the balance in the worlds it was a well accepted law to keep the elves from gaining more power that they did not need. Other races such as Humans, Dwarves and Gnomes were still permitted, though the latter two often didn't take advantage of that. The next law of the pact is that the humanoid must give up something to the pact, there is always a price. The price could be anything from gold, to the persons ability to see, but unless a price is agreed upon, a pact cannot be made. Since dragons and humans cannot communicate without some sort of connection, it takes a person with magic to create a temporary bond between dragon and human, once a pact is made, the bond becomes permanent. As your minds are connected, the partners had to be careful, if one's will was much stronger than the others, it was possible for that person to force their will onto their partner, whether they meant to or not. Once a pact is made, another cannot be made during either partners life time, regardless of whether the original partner is dead or alive. Once a pact is made the dragon and the human work as partners. The dragon can offer it's human companion magic energy that it doesn't use itself. Most dragons have similar amounts of magic not matter their size, however the bigger they are, the more magic it takes for them to live their lives. Simple things like flying take magic, and the larger the dragon, the more magic it would take to fly. That being said, for what the bigger dragons lack in magic to lend to their pact partner, they make up for in shear size and physical strength. The magic granted to the human can take form in whatever way the wielder wishes, as long as the provider of said magic agrees. Some peasants would make pacts with small dragons so that they could use the magic to help their crops grow, and scare away the creatures trying to eat it. Others made pact for power, in order to fight and protect society, or even destroy it if they so pleased. Either way, the dragons offered power became an every day part of society, often relied upon in day to day life. In recent weeks, dragons started to stir, their attention elsewhere. While no one knows where it came from there was talk of a stone existing that drew the dragons attention. A stone that was given the name Bahlaan, or worthy in dragonic. There was an obsession starting a need for this stone, one that would drive the dragons to do the extremes to get it, dragging their pact partners with them. Some might work together to get the stone, while others would shun all others, including their partners in pursuit of their goal. To what end will they go for the stone of mysterious allure and power. 1. If you make a dragon, they must have a pact partner 2. Dragons can talk to other dragons, as can humans speak with other humans. A dragon cannot speak to a human that it doesn't have a pact with though 3. You are allowed to have an elf with a pact with a dragon, but expect repercussions for such actions. 4. Please make sure your pact price is something worthy of the pact. 1 gold piece doesn't equal all the power of a dragon worthy of a warrior 5. No godmodding 6. Do not kill other characters without permission from the creator, but also be prepared to let deaths happen, it is part of life after all. 7. Magic is only limited to your imagination, but try to be fair with what your character could come up with or use it. Consider their backstory, a farmer might not have ideas on how to use magic to brutally murder someone. 8. This is set in medieval times, so remember, there was no gun at the time, technologies were limited, meaning certain ideas on how to do things would also be limited. 9. Stay active, I will not put a time limit on your posting, but if you consistently don't post your character will be killed. 10. Be respectful and follow general KHV and RPA rules. Characters Name: Characters Age: Character Race: Characters Gender: Characters Appearance: Characters Personality: Role in Society: (Are you a farmer, are you a nobleman, are you a slave or a commoner?) Do You Have Any Weapons: Dragons Name: Dragons Age: (Can live to be several hundred years old) Dragons Gender: Dragons Appearance: Dragons Size: (Anywhere from 6 inches, to 50+ feet long) Dragon Strength to Magic: (A total of 10 points divided between magic gifted to the partner, and strength the dragon possesses) Dragons Personality: Pact Price: Anything else:
As the keyblade came down, it also came to an abrupt stop, but not on Chrono's head. The sound of metal hitting each other rang through the room as Cerdic looked over at Daeni in shock. She had stepped him and stopped him, without a word said to him. This didn't not stop Cerdic however. "Stay out of it Daeni." Cerdic warned as he he prepared to swing once more, only to then hear Kara talk. With a sigh he lowered his keyblade for the moment, but with no intent on letting Chrono go. "Kara you don't understand, you are too naive. He tricked us, he stole from us something he shouldn't have been messing with. He lied and deceived until we all agreed. Don't put it past him not to be doing that again. Don't trust him. Let me end it while we still have a chance." Cerdic tried to explain to her before turning back to his target. Once more before he could do anything to harm Chrono, the damn dog decided to return. He tried to tell him why he shouldn't hurt Chrono, but Cerdic wasn't buying it. "We can handle it without the conniving sonofabitch. If you want to know, then here, but the worst of it someone else has." Cerdic said, throwing the journal and torn out pages at Alder. "Now read quick, better to deal with him when he can't cause any more issues." Cerdic told Alder, scared of the repercussions from Chrono if he recovered from the pain.
Lucian rolled his eyes at Jebediah's thoughts. The whole idea of good cop, bad cop, was a stupid idea, it was the oldest trick in the book, way over used. That being said if it worked, it worked and no one would be on his back about his attitude if he followed along. "Sure, whatever. At least it is something I am good at. Lets get this over with." Lucian said with a sigh, letting Jebediah lead. It was clear that he couldn't get answers himself out of these people, he knew that already. No one liked him and he was fine with that, no one was supposed to like him, at least not anymore. It was better for people to hate him, than pity him for how far he had fallen. He shook his head and put a hand on his sword ready to play the bad cop when needed, a role easy enough for him. The golem spoke and Mirela became more and more intrigued. "So you don't exist for any particular purpose? That is so interesting. It must be an interesting life, trying to figure out what to do with yourself. I guess it is no different from us humans though. Some of us struggle our whole lives trying to figure out what to do with themselves. Not everyone is as lucky as I and know their path all along. Not everyone is as naturally gifted you know." Mirela spoke as Aspire pondered the can of oil before pouring some over the joint. It was more than what was needed, but at least she could move again. Standing up straight she smiled brightly at the golem. "Thank you kind sir. I can move once more, that is great. Now then, I can help you with your own problems. Have a seat on the chair over their, and watch your step on the spilled oil. I can assure you I will be able to help you with whatever you need while you are here. How long will you be staying by the way. It is a great city, and it takes some time to see the full splender of it. That being said I am sure that the man you created you would miss you after a short while. I mean if Flicka left for a long time, I would be worried sick. Oh yeah, Flicka is my bird, I made her myself. Here Flicka." The small hummingbird like construct came flying over as Mirela set to work cleaning the Golem of sand. "Isn't she a beauty. She is one of my proudest creations, and one of my best friends." Mirela took various pieces off of Aspire, different plate guarding the inner workings, so she could clean them sufficiently. As she worked she made sure to polish each part as well so it shined as bright as possible.
Her eyes darted back and forth as Tinarah observed the group to see what they were going to do. Chrono seemed to think that they didn't have another choice, and the other man that she couldn't quite remember the name of, seemed almost excited to go through and explore what lay beyond. Tinarah herself though was not quite as convinced as they were. She waited and watched as everyone else entered the cavern. After a moment more of just watching, Tinarah realized the sudden fear of not wanting to be left there alone either and followed after, focusing more on not bumping her violin around, then avoiding bumps and bruises herself. Of course,, thanks to this, Tinarah ended up with a couple scrapes, but nothing too bad, just enough to be annoying. Emerging on the other side Tinarah ran to catch up to the others before observing the world around her, the tunnel while dark was not impossible to see in. She could see that there was footprints, meaning wherever they were, they were close to people. From there on Tinarah stuck close to Chrono. If they did run into other people, Tinarah didn't want to be caught alone, she knew that she would not know what to do if that happened. Given all that happened in the past, Tinarah didn't often trust people, didn't like talking to those she didn't know unless they needed help, then she couldn't leave them. Following the tunnel out, the area that they emerged into was not what Tinarah had expected to find. She had hoped that in the end was fresh air and open space, and while the area was bigger than before, it still wasn't an open space. Looking around she caught sight of the chasm, and the bridge over it. Tinarah prayed that they wouldn't have to cross. She didn't particularly like heights and didn't trust bridges as much as she should. Tinarah shot Chrono a nervous wondering look, waiting to see what they would do next, but before he could answer the cavern shook, and rocks started to come down. While the rocks weren't near Tinarah she couldn't help but let out a short screech and cover her head with her arm and violin case, right after she did that, she realized what she had done and lowered her violin case, holding it against her chest as to protect it. "I'm sorry mom, I didn't mean to almost hurt your violin." Tinarah whispered quietly to herself. now too worried about that, feeling guilty to immediately notice the shattering of glass, as the chandelier broke and heartless swarmed. Startled by the whole event Tinarah let out another short shriek of surprise as she took a step back. It seemed to have taken her a moment before she remembered the weapon that she had to fight these things. Tinarah summoned her keyblade to her hand, but before she did too much, ran to the nearest wall and set her violin down, hoping that it would be safe there. From there she took the fighting stance that Master Choma taught her, standing in front of her violin like it was the only thing worth protecting. As heartless started to fly at her, she started to bat them away with frantic wild swings. Her hands were shaking, badly, but she couldn't stop swinging, she couldn't stop trying to protect herself and her mothers violin. Heartless Killed: 10 Heartless Remaining: 90 HP: 20 AP: 0
My soul is slowly but surely dying
Why must you wound my soul so
There is something terribly wrong with you. I hope you know that. I love you hun, but please get some help.
Well I am back at it with a new video. I wouldn't say it is great but I needed to just get something out, keep in practice and all that. This one I tried to make a story with, and the story is the following: Sora and Riku grew up together. There was always a rivalry between the two, but Riku always needed to get stronger. Sora watched his friend change, and eventually leave the island. When Sora caught up with Riku he found that Riku murdered Kairi. Hell bent on vengeance they fought but Sora was bested. Soon after, Riku transformed, revealing that he wasn't just the same Riku after all, but something much darker possessed him. He managed to break free of it long enough to get Sora to run. Years later Sora returned to fight Riku again, this time much stronger. By this point Riku mastered the darkness and tried to make peace with Sora, refusing to fight. Sora would have none of that however as he attacked Riku head on. Riku let himself fall in battle to make up for what he did to Kairi years before, but instead of dying, the darkness took hold once more, driving him to kill Sora against his will. When the darkness died down, Riku felt so horrible about himself that he committed suicide, not able to live with himself anymore. I know it sounds like a crappy edgy fanfic, but I needed direction to go in, so bare with me and enjoy... maybe.... if you can.
Cerdic was still holding Kara when the memories came from nowhere. He didn't know what had triggered them, but his body tensed as memories flashed through his head, memories including one persons name. Aevum. Connected to that name was a face, a face of someone familiar, one of their companions. As the memories finished Cerdic found himself full of anger as he pushed Kara behind him, as to protect her. His eyes locked on with Chrono's just as the boy curled over in pain. "You, you were the one to deceive us." He stated staring the hurting man down. "You did this to us, it was all your fault!" A flash of light surrounded Cerdic's hand as his keyblade appeared. Now was the time to strike, while he was down. Cerdic couldn't remember how strong Chrono... or should he say Aevum was, but he was at least smart enough to possibly try and talk himself out of the situation, or convince others to stop him. Cerdic wasn't going to let that happen. Even if it made him more of a coward, he would strike while the boy was weak. "Kara take Daeni and go find Alder and Mora, let me deal with this." He instructed as he stepped forward towards Aevum. "I am going to make you pay for hurting them. I will make you pay for creating that creature. You don't think I know what you did? Well I know it all. I found your journal after all." Cerdic told him as he loomed over Aevum, hesitant to strike at first, however taking a slight glance back at Kara he knew he had to do it, to protect them, so down came to keyblade, a strike aimed to kill.
Lucian rolled his eyes at the response of Lynda, he believed that there was no message to be sent by killing the guards. It wouldn't have been grand enough. But she could believe what she wanted, when things went wrong it wouldn't be his head on the copping block, at least not this time. Lucian was willing to admit he misjudged and mistreated plenty of situations, but he didn't believe that this was one of those times. If Lynda wanted to believe otherwise, who was he to stop her. With no further information to be had, Lucian took a step away from the group, giving himself more room to breath. He could still hear the instructions being given, and since none were being given to him, he supposed that he was to stay. Waiting until after Lynda left, Lucian turned to Jebediah, who was supposed to be the lead now apparently. "Perhaps I should go into town and see what people are saying about this, stop too many rumours and misinformation from going around too much. Don't want anyone thinking the government is failing or anything." In truth Lucian just wanted to go get another drink, but he could make it sound like work for the sake of getting away with it. Mirela was bent over still when she suddenly heard a voice, normally she wasn't one to miss when people entered her shop, but at that moment she was a little preoccupied. Jerking her head up Mirela instinctively tried to stand up straight only to be greeted with the groan of metal, a small amount of pain, and no success in standing up. Mirela gave a bit of a nervous giggle as she actually took a look at the man... no construct that stood before her. Mirela's eyes lit up as she took him in. "You are magnificent! Who made you? What sort of parts did he use? Can I take a look at your inner workings some time? Are you made to fight, or help? What sort of construct are you?" Mirela started to ramble as she wanted to know everything about the magnificent creation in front of her. She took a step to get a better look then remembered how hard that was and the position she was in. "Oh yes help. Right. I think I am okay. Don't worry not all my work is like this, this was an experimental part. You see it was supposed to help take pressure off my feet so that I could stand for longer periods of time and thus make myself more efficient. But you know, it isn't working out as well as I hoped. I will be fine. Just let me..." Mirela reached down and couldn't grab the oil. "Um... maybe I could use help. I just need to get a little oil on the joint for now." Mirela told him looking a little pathetic and hating it. "Oh right, and you are also probably a customer. So what can I do for you... you know after I fix my little problem here." Mirela offered the best she could even if it wasn't that convincing.
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For once, Cerdic agreed with Alder, they needed to bring Mora back and make sure that she was safe. Cerdic didn't know what happened to Ria, but he did know that they weren't dead, they couldn't be, it would be too easy. As much as Cerdic wanted to play hero, he knew that they couldn't just leave Kara laying there. Cerdic watched Alder run off before settling to look at Kara. He didn't really want to hit a girl, so he turned to Chrono who was returning after destroying the last crystal. "So.... do you want to try and wake her up. I am not comfortable hitting a girl." He stated. Not long after that statement, Kara began to stir herself. Cerdic let her go as she turned around, commenting on him being there. "Yeah of course I am here. I am always here for you." He told her with a wink. While Cerdic knew full well that it was no time for flirting, he couldn't help himself. Right after saying that Kara's arms wrapped around him. Maybe he did have a way with the ladies. The she started crying. Perhaps not. Cerdic wrapped his arms around her as she spoke through her sobs. "It's not your fault... you aren't the only one who watched friends die today. It is all because of Ria and this Aevum person. Don't worry, I am going to make them pay for that. For now we should catch up with the dog and the girl first, then we will track down Ria and kill them." Cerdic tried to assure her, tightening his grip around her slightly trying to make himself seem more tough.
Aislinn took the rod then watched as Tron demonstrated to them what to do, remarking on the fact that they weren't from that program. Aislinn rubbed the back of her neck trying to take in all she could about the light cycle that they were supposed to be using. The entire thing was making her uncomfortable but she knew that she had to help. After she got the basic idea about how to use it, Aislinn turned to Starks team. She watched as they finished a match and then turned to face them. One face out of the bunch looked familiar to Aislinn. She didn't know her well, but recognized her from when she first joined this group. She had disappeared right before they had come to these programs. Aislinn looked a little confused. "Do you think this was part of the game masters game? Taking Xara like that? I haven't seen her since departing for the first part of the test." Aislinn whispered to Kel, trying to make sense of it all.
After sitting around for a good few minutes with no customers showing up to help, Mirela struggled to her feet again. Pacing for a while she finally decided to try and fix the situation herself. She first switched out her regular hand for the tool hand just in case she needed more than just oil. She then started to grab at a small bottle of oil to oil the joint. It was an awkward task to do so. Just as she manages to get the head of the oil container into an open slit in her hip her hands slipped. Suddenly the oil tumbled to the ground and started to slowly leak on the floor. Cringing she started to look for a cloth and throw it over the spill, not quite able to reach the floor from the way her hip locked.
Lucian hardly paid mind to the arrival of the other Sergeant. Part of Lucian wanted to ask if he could leave, given the protocol would still be filled, however he knew he wouldn't get off that easily. Just more voices and more opinions to add to the fray. Listening to the minister Lucian took in the details, once more taking note of the assumptions on the convicted woman. Things weren't adding up in his mind though. "Sounds like it was a suicide mission from the start. Why focus on the guards when, no offense minister, but the big obvious target was right there. She was never going to make it out, why not target the person that makes a difference in this society?" Lucian spoke up. Perhaps that was a conversation for back at the office, but Lucian tended to be a bit direct. He did not care enough about anything to sugar coat things. He looked at Lynda wondering if she agreed or would bite hid head off for the comment. Either way he didn't doubt his thoughts, if others did then that was their fault.
