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Post by Kiin on Feb 2, 2019 8:21:44 GMT
Drip.
Drip.
Drip.
That would be the sound Vye awoke to, her body in a state of pain and only momentary shock. When her eyes opened, she would see she was in a cell. It was a tiny one, her body in a bed of sorts. She'd been stripped of her belongings and given only ragged clothing to wear. The walls were of stone and the gate of steel, but it seemed to have a mechanized lock of some sort.
Across from her cell was where she could hear the dripping coming from. Should she look, there was a pipe pointing down into a hole, about five feet wide. Water dripped from that hole, down onto what looked to be a person's hair. There were chains dropping down into that hole, wrapping around and holding that person up - that person was Rowan, who was submerged almost entirely in water, save his head. Held up by the chains, he was kept in there in what served to be a pretty successful prison for the dangerous boy.
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Post by Sylvye Harthe on Feb 2, 2019 8:39:42 GMT
Vye was able to sit up briefly and scratch her head before her body shrieked in agony. The girl would grunt as she fell back onto the bed, slowly lifting herself up to allay the pain. Scratching her head once more, she gazed around, taking notes of her surroundings until stopping at the boy submerged in water. Solve one problem before another, She thought, locking her eyes on the piece of equipment that held her in her filthy abode. But who would use such a simple lock on a cell door? She tilted her head, raising a brow as she gathered the strength to approach the gate. It was more than obvious this prison was designed to keep her there, as if the boy in the hole wasn't evident enough. That only sprung more questions than answers, though. She pointed at the lock, concentrating her energy into it before the sound of a satisfying click fell upon her. The lock would crash onto the stone floor, echoing throughout the rest of the room. Might as well let them know I'm awake. Steadily, she creaked the cell door open, keeping her eyes peeled for anything helpful.
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Post by Rowan Altambra on Feb 2, 2019 21:52:06 GMT
A coughing fit could be heard from the hole, as Rowan's eyes slowly opened. He heard the lock fall, but hardly registered it. It wasn't till the cell door creaked open that he rose his head and looked across from him at the woman.
"You're finally awake," he said slowly, breathing heavy. It was difficult just existing like this, let alone having an actual conversation. "Get me out of here, yeah? And I'll get us out of this place in return."
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Post by Kiin on Feb 2, 2019 21:56:19 GMT
The falling lock and creak of the door would generate murmurs from nearby cells, but nothing immediate. To the left, Vye would see the hall continued for several yards, cells lining it on either side. To the right, there was only a set of stone stairs. The entire hall was dark and damp, with no other noise besides Rowan in front of her. She would be able to hear footsteps approaching from up the stairs, but they still sounded quite far.
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Post by Sylvye Harthe on Feb 2, 2019 22:13:14 GMT
Where is this prison? Furthermore, how did we all get separated? Many questions raced their way through Sylvye's mind as she tried to gather her thoughts. She instantly recognized the voice that spoke to her, but not before she heard the approaching footsteps. They were quite distant, but there was no telling how much time she had to rescue her comrade and get out. Using her gift would only attract more attention, but at least with the enemies already approaching them, they had an escape route. That was her only plan. She would be unable to protect herself, but she may be able to assist Rowan in order for him to...
She glanced at him, nodding in response as she examined the hole he was in. There was a pulley system hanging above the chains; a simple and easy escape. But... as she looked around, she noticed most of the cells had a lock and key, yet theirs were so different, and so easy to get out of. Could it be a trap? Well, no matter the case, standing around was getting Sylvye nowhere.
Standing above the boy, she operated the pulley, steadily lifting him out of the water. She tightly grasped his arms and pulled him onto the edge as the chains unraveled and fell back into the water. She closed her eyes and nodded at him, waiting for his instruction.
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Post by Rowan Altambra on Feb 3, 2019 1:27:09 GMT
Sounds of grounds were heard as Rowan was pulled up, his body aching all the while. Weakly, he kicked out, feet finding the ground as Harthe pulled him across. His body collapsed and he fell to the floor, smashing against the wall, chest heaving all the while. "Fu- ahh!" he groaned, pushing himself up to a sitting position. "Fuck, sorry, thanks.... just... gimme a sec to breathe, yeah?" A nervous laugh escaped him, and he began to weakly punch the ground as a tick for his anxiety.
"Nice to see a familiar face... we'll be getting out of here soon. Just bear with me."
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Post by Kiin on Feb 3, 2019 1:30:00 GMT
Rowan was able to successfully get out of the hole, drenched in water from head to toe. After he collapsed on the floor, the chains holding him up fell back into the water, causing the footsteps from afar to hurry down the hall. The two would both see the back of an armored figure, as he inspected Vye's cell, first. They had only a short period of time before he turned around to face them both. "Fryd dra - OUI DFU!" He roared out, angrily, before drawing a blade from a sheathe on his waist and charging toward them. First, he would slash down at Vye's shoulder.
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Post by Sylvye Harthe on Feb 3, 2019 1:53:54 GMT
Sylvye watched as Rowan tried to get himself together, but would quickly back up against the pulley as the armored person approached her cell. At some point, the footsteps faded, and she had nearly forgotten that they were in immediate danger. If she had more time, she would have searched for a piece of technology and replaced the code with her own, giving them an advantage. However, they were cornered and the only thing that would save them was quick instinct, but needless to say, that was something Sylvye lacked. As the man turned to charge at her, her face would scrunch up in a look of both anger and fear, repulsively throwing her body out of his path as quickly as she could.
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Post by Rowan Altambra on Feb 3, 2019 2:17:48 GMT
Rowan held his breath as the man searched the cell, simply biding his time and still hitting the ground. Slowly but surely, his energy was recharging, and it was only a matter of time - of which, unfortunately, they hardly had. The man turned and shouted, and promptly charged, at which point Rowan realized there wasn't any further chance to sit back and recharge. He needed to act.
Forcing himself to his feet, Rowan picked up a few pieces of stone and threw them at the man. They would begin to glow while they were in the air, before blowing up outside his armor, each one acting as a miniature bomb. If successful, he'd force the man to fall, at which point he'd take the nearby chain and tie it around the guy's feet to keep him from getting up.
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Post by Kiin on Feb 3, 2019 3:37:59 GMT
Vye would be able to get out of the way easily, not that she needed to. The barrage of explosions caused the guard to fly back, only for him to be pulled back into the hole by Rowan and have his feet tied together. This disabled the threat, who currently lied dazed on the floor, eyes whited out through his helmet. The cages in the hall began to rattle as the inmates banged on them, confused, all yelling in their foreign language. Up above, shouting could also be heard, as more footsteps began to approach. They had to get their bearings soon, or they would be met by a swarm of guards.
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Post by Sylvye Harthe on Feb 3, 2019 3:50:05 GMT
Sylvye's eyes shot open at the sound of explosions, wincing as each burst blew the guard back. Before she knew it, her comrade had immobilized him, and while she was impressed, there was no time for praise. More of them are coming, She thought, And with all of this racket, we surely don't have an easy out. She glanced left, then right, grabbing hold of Rowan's hand and rushing down the cell hall. It would be foolish to try and use an actual exit; they'd have to make their own, but with Rowan's gift that would be easy. As she ran, she'd close an eye and project a blue screen with the other. The screen was in the process of mapping the building based on her observations, with colorful blobs representing the heat signatures from the guards and inmates.
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Post by Rowan Altambra on Feb 3, 2019 3:57:33 GMT
Rowan followed as Harthe brought him along, but he picked up a handful of stray stones as he did. While they moved to the end of the hall, he began to litter it with them, dropping glowing red dots all over the floor between the stairway and themselves. Additionally, while they moved, he looked into every cell to see if there was someone he knew, and if not, paid them no mind. With their backs against the wall now, he grinned... all this movement was getting him amped up again.
"We take 'em out and we run. Long as we're on the same floor as a way out, I can blast our way there."
Rowan's neck cracked as he stretched it, popping his bones while he waited. Days and days of being submerged in water and almost drowned hourly took a toll on him. He was ready for some revenge.
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Post by Kiin on Feb 3, 2019 4:02:38 GMT
It wasn't clear what the cause was, but Vye's gift would not be able to track more than 20 feet in any direction from herself. There was nothing beneath them, implying they were on the bottom floor, but many rooms behind them. Heat signatures from the stairs were approaching quickly, but others directly above or behind did not seem to act, perhaps as the explosions escaped their notice.
Rowan would see no one he recognized, but plenty who looked like him - those who were beaten, mistreated, kept within only inches of their lives. Unfortunately, it seemed others did not have his durability, and while it would be possible to help them, doing so was likely only going to make things more difficult for them. The place was filled with all kinds of people, from convincing criminals, to young children and even the elderly. Some looked like humans, others were blatantly foreign life forms he'd never seen before.
After a short while, more guards wearing identical armor to the first made their way down to the hall. They appeared cautious of the red on the floor, one guard moving to poke one of the rocks. When it did nothing, they all began to charge, a platoon of twelve, at the pair. Eleven ran forward, with one in the back, holding a ranged weapon of some kind that could hardly be identified from here, just yet.
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Post by Sylvye Harthe on Feb 3, 2019 4:15:40 GMT
As they came to a stop at the end of the hall, Sylvye would sigh when she realized her gift wasn't working to it's full potential. There was a logical solution to it, but it would serve it's purpose for the time being. She watched the armed guards approach them through the screen, stepping behind Rowan to ensure her own protection. She had a plan. There didn't seem to be any electronics in the area, so she couldn't create a diversion. However, she could detect the density of the surrounding walls and locate a weak structural point that Rowan could, in turn, blow up. If they tried to go out the way they came, they would only be met with more trouble. With her hands now free, she projected a keyboard beneath the screen and began to calculate the walls' integrity.
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Post by Rowan Altambra on Feb 3, 2019 4:44:23 GMT
Rowan ushered Harthe behind himself, and simply placed a knee to the ground. His fingertips touched the ground right after, and as the guards charged, the top layer of the stone would begin to light up, a smile stretching across his lips all the while. All eleven, with none spared, would meet Rowan's explosion as not only the stones, but the floor itself exploded. He wasn't going easy on them, no, so the explosion was going to be lethal. After it occurred, he fully expected the hall to be filled with smoke, so the sniper at the other end wouldn't be able to find his mark.
"Got us a way out yet?!" he called to Harthe, behind himself.
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