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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Oct 7, 2009 2:54:44 GMT -5
"Thanks!" Ren shouted back. He quickly ran to the woman and grabbed her suit. Ren gave a big pull and threw the woman at the air. He jumped up and gave the woman a series of punches. He twisted his body higher than the woman and kicked her with his heel on her back making the woman crash to the ground.
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Post by Oliver on Oct 7, 2009 3:06:39 GMT -5
When the ball struck the woman, knocking her clean off her feet, her sword falling away from her grip and it's strange energy blade disappearing, it surprises her partner as well. With this momentary oppertunity, Secrets takes hold the the male suit's head and quickly snaps it to the left. There's a crack and the body goes limp. Throwing the corpse off, Secrets rolls over onto his front and jumps up, flicking the pain from his hands away.
Running over to the stunned woman, he then slams his fist into her throat. She gurgles, gasping for air with an outstretched arm as if to reach a hold of some unforeseen savior before quickly dying away. With a pant and an aching sigh, placing back the golden objects from his hands which appear like golden combs; Secrets massages his palms, taking a look at the two dead at his feet. He walks over to the fallen device beside the woman, picking it up, inspecting it, fiddling with what appears to be the thing that activates it but finds it fails to react at all in his hand, he tosses it aside. "W'at, not even dropp'in 'oot for me?" Sends a snapping kick into the dead woman's ribs, C'eap bas'ards." He shakes himself out, calming his adrenaline before adjusting the yellow band that covers one eye. Once off the high, he then turns to Ren and Siela.
"B'oody he'l! Great!" He motions in frustration to the bodies. "Ye jus' had ta get invo'ed did'in ye?!" Scolding, "'eave we'l enou'h a'one, mind ye own busi'ess, but no, not ye two!" With a frustrated sigh, Secrets steps back against the slashed wall, both hands over his face, muttering curses to himself. His little sparrow returns then, landing atop his head, between his ears, chirping. "Not, 'ow, Emily. Not t'e time..."
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Oct 7, 2009 3:39:21 GMT -5
Ren's eyes widened with surprise. He was looking at the golden objects. The same object he saw carried by a young Burmecian in a train. Oliver takes a moment to reply. "Jus stuff for ta Crest." he mumbles with the sucker in his mouth. "Grabed dem in ta fire. We don got much meds in ta Crest, cant afford it non. Also make abit of gil or sum'tin too." He moves a few loose pills around till they form a pile, then sweeps the pile into his hand and pockets them inside his coat. His hand does sweep by something on the table that may catch Iole's attention, something wrapped in dark cloth, a speckle of golden color shining through a loose edge. "Wha'we do wheneva theres a fire. Go in and grab wha we can, meds, jewelry, wha'eva." ::Iole's fondness for all things shiny does indeed alert her to the object wrapped in cloth. Her hand extends as a sort of weird octopus tentacle which latches onto it, sweeping it off the table and pulling it into her grasp. She changes her hand back and dangles it over his head tauntingly:: And what's this? You got a girlfriend in the crest and you wanted to get her something nice? "Is it him? NO! its not him! impossible out of all the people...""Who..who are you really?" Ren asked the teenaged Burmecian.
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Post by Oliver on Oct 7, 2009 3:46:23 GMT -5
"W'at wit' t'at 'ook?" Secret's asks, puzzled, but not liking where Ren was going with this line of thought. "Lis'en, dunno w'o ye t'ink I am but I 'an assure ye, t'ey are probab'y dead. So ye mig't wa't ta choose ye 'ext words carefu'ly, if ye k'ows w'ats good for ye." The Burmecian stares very coldly to Ren, that one eye seemingly to penetrate into Ren's very core with a chill. "I'm no'un, 'eave it at t'at. Jus'a g'ost."
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Oct 7, 2009 3:51:59 GMT -5
"Sure." Ren said with a smile. He was definitely sure who Secrets was though he still needed the Burmecian to tell his own identity. "You were pretty defensive there weren't ya?" Ren said and gave Secrets a small pat on the head.
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Post by blazinvire on Oct 7, 2009 4:02:22 GMT -5
Siela clapped a hand over her mouth as suddenly the Burmecian killed both of the suited people, she didn't know who they were but she wasn't actually thinking of killing them. She ran over to Ren and the Burmecian, looking down at the corpses in disbelief, and back up to the Burmecian.
"You... you killed them..." Siela said almost in horror, eyes wide with disbelief. She'd never actually killed anyone, nor seen some one die before, it shocked her right to her core. There was a light tap on her ankle as her blitzball had rolled back to her, she absently kicked the ball up into a hand and continued to stare. She looked up at the Burmecian again, this time with a face of determination.
"What's going on? Why were they after you?" Siela said, slightly demanding. Man was she wishing she had of just ran back home, to be dancing instead of in this horrible situation, she had a new dress too and she'd been wanting to try it. Why hadn't she listened to herself?
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Post by Oliver on Oct 7, 2009 4:02:36 GMT -5
Secrets quickly snaps and grabs Ren's arm, forcing it back in a lock. He was defenseless in this position and it feels as if Secrets could snap his arm like a dry stick if he so desired. "Ye wan'ta say t'at in t'at tone again, laddy? I'm rea'ly not in t'e mood to be p'ay'in games. Touch me on'e more, an I'll 'ake ye arm off, understa'd?" He lets go of Ren, pushing him away. "I 'ost a'ot of good men dur'in t'e revo'ution, don'need t'eir names disgraced by a lil'courier utter'in non'se'se," He goes on to explain in a very displeased tone. "U'dersta'd me? Now he'p me move t'ese bodies."
Without another word, Secrets pushes off the wall and walks over to the dead male suit. He leans over, cupping his own arms by the body's shoulders and quickly drags him off to behind the fallen crates, taking time to throw a few of them over the corpse. Since there was no one in the side street now, fleeing when the fighting started, only the three of them would know they were their, giving time to get away - if the authorities were even interested in a back alley brawl.
Wiping his hands clean, he addresses Siela's questions. "Ya, an guess w'at, I've ki'led before an' I k'ow I'll 'ave ta ki'l again." Approaches her and the corpse of the woman. "As for t'em, t'ey been fol'ow'in me since I 'ame t'roug' t'e portal coup'e days ago." Secrets states, taking a quick glance at the female suit. "Dun'o w'o t'ey are or w'y t'ey follow'in me, but I gos'a few good guess's."
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Oct 7, 2009 4:32:13 GMT -5
Ren was looking at the dead corpses. He didn't mind being assaulted by the Burmecian. "He's got quite a temper now, okay"
Ren shifted his attention towards the excellent Blitzball player and Secrets, who was still a bit furious at Ren's guesture. "And what might that be?"
Ren adjusted his gloves properly on his hand. That intense fight with the suited woman has gotten really to his fists. He was still surprised that Secrets didn't hold back against the two.
Ren turned to Siela. He was really surprised that a blitzball player like her could actually do that. Not many manage to drive a kick like that accurately. "Thanks for having my back there!" Ren said courteously to the girl still awed by her skill. "That was some kick you got there!"
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Post by Oliver on Oct 7, 2009 14:01:19 GMT -5
"Reme'ber w'at I said a'out 'ind'in ye own busi'ess?" Secrets coldly states as he crouches down to give a once over of the female out of curiosity. He rummages through her suit-jacket, finding nothing of importance. He inspects her cuff to find a peculiar looking cuff-link, taking it into his hand he examines it. "So t'ats how t'ey 'alk, squeeze it an ye s'eak. Crafty." He throws it over his shoulder and continues rummaging, this time removing the woman's glasses. Underneath, her skin is just as pale and mushroom like as the rest of her body appears to be. Her eyes are pale and dull as well, but it doesn't just appear to be an effect of being dead. Her retinas are also very dilated. He looks over the glasses then puts them on, they hang silly of his face. The arms are too short and can't loop over his jackalish ears and because of the muzzle structure, they don't sit right in the least. The lenses, he finds, are extremely dark, more so then any normal pair of sunglasses should be. They nearly blind him. Finding them useless, he tosses them onto the woman's stomach and stands.
"We'l, t'ink ye both gos'ucky today." He says in a matter-of-factly tone. "Don t'ink t'ey gos'a c'ance ta te'l w'oever is on t'e ot'erside of t'ose cufflinks about ye two. Maybe t'ey won't s'ow up an ki'l ye later."
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Post by blazinvire on Oct 7, 2009 18:46:50 GMT -5
Siela slowly got over her shock at the dead bodies, she knew Sin must done far, far worse, it made her unhappy but she adjusted. She just silently hoped that those two people were no better than fiends, she didn't like the concept of killing another human being. Then again they appeared to be from another world like this Burmecian, maybe it wasn't as bad as she thought? This 'portal' sounded intriguing and a little scary, anything could come through it, not that comforting.
Her attention shifted when Ren suddenly spoke to her, she looked over to the man and smiled a little as she lowered gaze, half looking at the blitzball in her arms.
"Your welcome, I haven't kicked that well before but I thought I'd give it a shot," Siela said, she still had no idea how to take compliments, she was the daughter of almost the poorest family in Luca, of a beggar woman, she was more humble than anyone would ever know.
The Burmecian was rummaging through the woman's corpse, talking about strange cuff links that sounded like a machine, but what he said was quite shaking.
"Wh-what? Why would they want to kill us? You're the one who killed them, I was just trying to help Ren. Is there a way we can find out who these people are? If you don't know why they're following you maybe you should find out?" Siela said, suddenly a little nervous, sharply aware of everything going on around her, a little boy kicking a blitzball around, people emerging from the docks, some carrying crates, someone was playing a game of SphereBreak nearby. The possibility of being hunted by the unknown was quite frightening, she didn't deserve any of this, she'd never done anything wrong, she'd only ever wanted to dance.
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Post by Oliver on Oct 7, 2009 19:04:31 GMT -5
"We'l, maybe ki'l ya was a bit harsh." He mentions candidly, "T'ey'd probab'y kidnap ye, brin' ye ta dark, dank room sumw'ere wit' a rea'brig't lig't, beat ye, 'ake ye say anyt'in t'ey wa'ted ye to say so t'e beat'in wi'l stop - t'en ki'l ye."
Secrets takes hold of the woman's arm and drags her over to the other corpse, piling the body beside the other and covering them quickly. It would have to do for their present circumstance. "Eit'er way." Secrets exclaims as he emerges from behind the crates. "Ye jus' assisted in t'ere deat's, sum'un ain't goin'ta be too 'appy about t'at." With the look on his face, the tiny glint in his blue eye, it looks as if Secrets was enjoying seeing her Siela squirm under the possibilities. "An'ike I said, I gos'a good guess w'o t'ey are, jus' better ye don't k'ow w'at I k'ow. For ye own safe'y."
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Oct 7, 2009 21:30:17 GMT -5
Ren looked at the people. They seemed to be a bit unaware of what happened. Some were looking at them in a weird way. Either way, it was still safe, for now, since authorities haven't really showed up in the area.
"Man, they really go over the top." Ren said. He walks over to the pile of dead bodies where Secrets pulled Siela onto. He inspected them carefully to identify them yet there was nothing he could find proper but the woman's sword. Ren walks over to the sword and picks it up. For a second there, a strange surge of energy flowed through him. Ren dropped the sword onto a crate, careful not to make any suspicious sounds that could get other people's attentions.
"Have any of you noticed this sword? There something wierd about it." Ren asked still baffled at what powers the sword might possess.
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Post by Oliver on Oct 7, 2009 21:44:28 GMT -5
((I pulled Siela nowhere, just the two suits.))
"Ya, t'ey ain't ShinRa, t'as for sure." Secrets states, watching with amused interest as Ren tries to figure out the strange weapon. "An it on'y responds ta t'e owner, i'seems. Guess 'ike sumtype'a safe'y fea'ure I figure."
Indeed, when Secrets inspected the weapon earlier, all it did was lay lifeless. It's unusual energy blade failing to materialize at all, even when pressing the same spot that the woman had. As for now, it's a lifeless, useless paper-weight the likes of which looks of a grip and guard of a sword - that apparently can zap back.
"'isten, ye two probab'y shou'd jet before ye hurt ye se'ves or if any more of t'em show. I don' p'an on babysitt'in here, not a'ygood at it."
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Post by blazinvire on Oct 8, 2009 0:53:20 GMT -5
Siela glanced around nervously as the Burmecian began talking again, it seemed like a rather depressing person to talk to, doom and gloom etcetera, all it did was make Siela even more uncomfortable. She looked a bit upset that she was suddenly the accessory to murder simply because she was trying help someone.
"I didn't do anything wrong," Siela growled in frustration, "Why am I a criminal!?" It was a question but she didn't look like she even wanted to know the answer, like she already knew the answer would be as useless as her frustration.
The Burmecian's advice was pretty sound, and right now it was rather agreeable considering what happened when she didn't run away the first time.
"Alright, I'm getting out of here before I somehow incriminate myself further, I'm frustrated enough as is," Siela said with a small grumble, turning away bluntly and walking off, determined to let nothing else distract her from her course. She'd probably be late for her performance now, even though it was never really a set time, the musicians just didn't hang around all day for her. And she still had to visit her mother, she might be getting worried.
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Oct 8, 2009 1:17:41 GMT -5
"It's alright. Got into that that situation before; it wasn't my cup of tea." Ren said to Siela, trying to comfort her, while walking with her. "I agree with you, its best to just walk away from this."
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Post by Oliver on Oct 8, 2009 1:32:04 GMT -5
Secrets watches as Siela and Ren turn away and begins to depart. "Hey! If t'ey come s'oop'in around, t'e suits, do me'a favor an' te'l t'em I wen'ta... 'ike Costa De'Sol or sumt'in." He smirks, "Be muc' apprecia'ed." He gives them a little wave-off salute and turns opposite the others, Emily the Sparrow fluttering back down onto the man's shoulder. As he walks away, he whistles a cheery little tune with a playful swing in his tail.
In the back of his mind, he regretted that they had to get involved, but now that they were and there's a chance Miss Sinia Bardi would be coming for them as well. Regrettable but it was too late now, wolves were at their doors and it would only be time before they broke through.
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Oct 8, 2009 1:53:17 GMT -5
Ren gave a big wave "See ya OLI-" Ren shouted but broke off the name on purpose. He lowered his hands and kept silent. He looked at the Burmecian walk away and smiled.
He turned to Siela, "Now that we got involved with this mess. It's best to watch each other's backs. Don't worry it is a bit easy to deal with them."
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Post by Oliver on Oct 8, 2009 2:12:11 GMT -5
Secrets ears twitch upon hearing Ren's voice, but he pays him no heed. He continues down his path, disappearing in the crowds of people that inhabit Luca's streets in a blur of color. He heard him, that was for sure, Burmecians have keen hearing yet, perhaps Ren was wrong about his assumption; many in the Lindblum revolution died and their bodies scavenged. Who is to say that this one was indeed 'Oliver', Burmecians all look alike to humans anyway, and those gold combs not scavenged treasures.
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Post by blazinvire on Oct 8, 2009 4:06:30 GMT -5
Siela had never heard of Costa De Sol or whatever it was, before, then again it was possible it wasn't even in Spira, like that Burmecian's origins. She just gloomily continued on her way, half aware Ren was following her, partially staring at her blitzball. How could such a fun little object become the instrument in which she became an accessory to murder? Ridiculous.
"I don't want to have to watch my back, I didn't do anything wrong," Siela persisted, a little depressed this time, "I want to continue with my life, not have to worry about someone kicking down my door and attacking me." Her life was perfect right now in her opinion, she didn't want anything to change, and it just did, to her disappointment.
"Not sure how we're supposed to watch each other's backs, I'm not going run and hide like some criminal," Siela said defiantly.
She could see her mother off to one side of the street, sitting contently near an alleyway wearing dirty rags, holding a cup that was partly filled with gil. Siela smiled when she saw her and quickened her pace, shifting her blitzball to reach for something in one of her hidden pockets, withdrawing a small little bracelet that wasn't really worth anything, made out of various coloured strings and polished metal.
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Post by Renilius Blacklips on Oct 8, 2009 5:02:38 GMT -5
"Don't worry much about that." Ren said. "I got myself into the same situation before coming back to this world again. I don't really know whether they still want me dead but I'm sure I would've lost them anyway."
(OOC- In a previous proboards I used to post in, Ren really got into big trouble with the story's enemies.)
Ren walked by the side of Siela and handed her a small round device. "I'm not trying to act like a hero or something but since you got yourself into this situation, I thought it might help. Just push the red button and it would send waves to be detected by my device over here." Ren said showing a similar device of the sort tied on his arm underneath his sleeve.
"If I were you," Ren said and took a long pause. "I'd try to keep my relatives away from this. If they were to look for you, I'm guessing they would go after your friends, parents, cousins or anyone close to you. I don't know how they figure out your identity but they just do it. Trust me, lots of this stuff happened to me too."
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