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d | a november catchall
WHO: d & others
WHERE: stygia mostly probably
WHEN: nov.
WHAT: general meetups, notice board things, etc.
WARNINGS: me freezing spoon's comment so i can laugh every time i see it, reference to csa (laurent), snake imagery (augustine)
OOC plotting post
WHERE: stygia mostly probably
WHEN: nov.
WHAT: general meetups, notice board things, etc.
WARNINGS: me freezing spoon's comment so i can laugh every time i see it, reference to csa (laurent), snake imagery (augustine)
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Even without a lot of sound, D is still there, eyes honed and face stern, when Cedrik glances back.] It was executed poorly. [Which is all the sass he has to say about how this was done.]
It being so rash and disorderly doesn't match what we know of Amun.
[Which isn't much, but the man acts a very particular way when speaking to the rest of them. Firm, sure, yet there is a focus somehow on taking care of what he thinks is his people.]
--Wait.
[He slows to a stop, turning his head slightly. His eyes shift across the middle distance, calculating.]
Guards. Two of them. One is coming from the west and one from the north. Their pulse is normal, so they aren't on alert.
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[ 'Hierarchy' implies more than one person, even if Amun is the only face they've seen so far. He may be their leader but no one can truly rule alone.
There's no time to ponder it, however. He stops when D bids him to, trying to follow his gaze. He sees nothing, but shortly after D points them out... ]
...I hear their footsteps.
[ He can't make out the direction as D can, the sound echoes too much for the viera, but he has a good idea of distance.
Once more, the sword comes out. ]
Which will reach us first?
[ Cedrik can rush them, actually pulling off the ambush he'd planned before. They don't want to fall back on D's mind tricks again, not when it's such a strain on his self control... ]
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West.
[Which might be better, a guard coming off a side hall and being surprised.] I'll get the one from the north. [He doesn't wait since they don't have a lot of time even with the guards walking as a leisurely pace.
He moves swiftly and gracefully around Cedrik and slinks northward. The only unfortunate thing is he's so pale, he stands out like an apparition in the shadows. But he's fast? It has to make up for something.]
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H-hey!
[ That's as much as Cedrik is willing to let him get out. Turning the corner he uses the twisting momentum to bring his blade up from below in an arced swing, sparks flashing as the steel drags against stone before slicing high.
It's enough of a ruckus for the Northerly guard to pick up...and make the very poor decision of rushing ahead rather than retreating, straight towards D. ]
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D keeps going, and the same pale, angular form full of muscle bleeds out of the darkness of the south in the way of the northern guard. The silent surprise is all he needs. He'd prefer to have his sword; he's gone so long without it. The next best thing: his arm is already pulled back over one shoulder. He cold-cocks the guard in the temple, swift and quick, making sure it isn't so powerful it's fatal. When the guard crumples, he catches them, hefting them over the shoulder.
Cedrik made so much noise with the sword!!
He goes back, hooking around the corner of the hall to make sure Cedrik is alright.]
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Cedrik is standing over the other guard's body, sword balanced on his shoulder--the guard is curled in on himself in pain though he isn't dead yet. The man's armor did its job, keeping Cedrik's blade from killing him outright, but he is bleeding...
The dark knight is being reckless. Part of him knows it, the frustration mixing into his eyes when he looks up at D's return. ]
...no one else from this direction.
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D's eyes drop from Cedrik to the poor guard.] We should be quick, [is all he says, not sounding admonishing. Sometimes, a dark knight does tank things and does not consider anything about stealth. It's fair.
Shifting into a squat near the guard, D reaches his left hand out to place the palm over the man's face. Don't mind the dubious hand behavior... The guard slumps almost before he can even begin resisting. D just... picks this guy up one-handed... to throw him over the other shoulder.]
Let's put them out of sight.
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Cedrik steps back out of D's way as he does...something? With Left Hand to the guard--whatever it is, Cedrik decides it's useful enough not to question. Maybe later, once they've reached safety. ]
We've plenty of options...
[ Cedrik holds aloft the key ring once more with a wry grin. Tossing them into cells isn't completely out of sight, but he'd bet they're shadowed enough for two still, sleeping bodies to escape notice.
Picking the nearest cell door, Cedrik sorts through the keys and gets it open, gesturing for D to be as gentle (or not) as he likes. ]
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D waits for Cedrik to open the cell, and then he slides inside to put the guards down on the ground with a strange show of merciful decency. They're just doing their job? It's a shit job, and they should feel bad... but he doesn't have to treat them wrongly when he's already knocked them out.]
It'll keep them occupied for a while.
[He quickly comes out again, returning to Cedrik's side.] Lock the door. I'm going to scout ahead for us. [D is one-hundred percent not in any clothes, but he is turning around to zip up the hallway a little, listening.]
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Honestly, putting that guard to sleep was doing him a favor. Now he's no longer making those pained whimpers thanks to the gash Cedrik carved into his torso... ]
Take-- [ Aaaand D's already on his way. ] --care.
[ There's little need for Cedrik to worry. He just has to keep reminding himself of that as he hurries to lock the cell and keep up. The further they go the more occupied cells they'll find, cells with Restless that have been there far longer than D...
...
Cedrik starts opening more doors as he goes. ]
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But that’s okay because it isn’t long before the shadows of the hall spit him out once again in Cedrik’s direction, white and ghostly. Except now he is halfway crouched and prowling rather than waltzing confidently through the space.
He waits until he can get close to Cedrik and stop, voice low and a whisper.]
There’s a tunnel. But there’s something else.
[…]
Abysmals.
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With a shriek she runs away, finally scattering like the other Restless Cedrik had been freeing. The Viera is left blinking in confusion. What got into her? ]
--oh, D.
[ D's returned! That's a relief. ]
Abysmals? [ He's heard of the creatures but has yet to confront one directly... ] We should clear the way, then. So that others can make it through safely.
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Well, this isn't the first or the last time this has happened to D actually, so he doesn't really seem all that surprised. Maybe that's the more telling reaction: he treats it like this is a common occurrence.
How many people have run screaming from him? Or refused to sell him a service of any kind, especially room and board, because he's half vampire? If anything, he does not apologize for the scare. The prejudiced perception is not his fault.]
That's fine. I need my clothes first. [And, goddammit, he really would like his sword back. He's gonna get that thing first and last (next month).] Do not go without me.
[CEDRIK.]
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...
...maybe he's a little frightening.
But Cedrik doesn't have time to fully consider the question as all of a sudden he gets the distinct impression that D is giving him a preemptive scolding--or as close to one as D's willing to give. ]
I came here to find you, I'll not leave without you.
[ That isn't what D means and Cedrik knows it. ]