Sceldrants comet, p.16
Sceldrant's Comet, page 16
Thirty-Three: "Yes!" *He spoke with enthusiasm, quickly looking at Tara.*
Tara: *She smirked evil-like.* "In an interrogation, never have the person ask you questions. It shows weakness."
Thirty-Three: "Got it!"
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Nathan: "Errr?" *He groaned into consciousness, finding himself chained back in his cell.* "Where-?"
Luna: *She slowly looked into Nathan's general direction.* "It was Nathan, right?"
Nathan: "Nathan? Who's that?"
Luna: "So, I finally talk to you and you're a stupid idiot."
Nathan: "Whoa, calm down!" *He frowned.* "I don't even know where I am!"
Luna: "You said we're in some sorrow wateva?"
Nathan: "Sorrowprax?" *He looked up, sounding confused.*
Luna: "Wateva-"
Twenty-Three: "Don't mind him, madam."
Luna: "Aye? W-Who's there?"
Twenty-Three: "He's suffering from temporary Neuron damage."
Luna: "What?"
Twenty-Three: "Memory loss."
Nathan: "Don't talk like I'm not even here."
Luna: "You here to take me?" *She spoke with low morale, as if she knew the experience would be bad.*
Twenty-Three: *He looked down, staring at his armour.* "Yes.."
Luna: *She closed her eyes, trying not to cry.* "What did I do to deserve this? I just want to go home."
Twenty-Three: "..." *He formed fists and stepped forward, placing his hand on the lock.*
Luna: "I want to take a bath, watch a movie.. Eat junk food-" *She listened to the cell doors slide open, causing her to whimper.*
Nathan: "..." *He watched Trevour step into the cell in a hazy-like manner.*
Twenty-Three: "Where are you really from?"
Luna: "..."
Twenty-Three: "Madam?"
Luna: "Aye?" *She looked up as if she didn't know Trevour was talking to her.*
Twenty-Three: "Where are you really from?"
Luna: "Gah, from Earth! How can you-?"
Twenty-Three: "My superiors will be continuing their interrogation."
Nathan: "Great..." *He spoke as if he didn't care.*
Twenty-Three: "But I'm afraid the situation is a little more temperamental than that.. You will be sentenced to death like your friend."
Luna: (K-Kerry.. Anne?)
Nathan: *He grunted with widening eyes.* (No.. I can't.. I can't!-) "No! Don't you warriors have any sense of respect?!"
Twenty-Three: "Please relax yourself, sir. I happen to agree with your point of view."
Luna: "Aye?"
Nathan: "Huh?"
Twenty-Three: *He looked down, sighing with emotion.* "We need to leave. I'm not a person that goes against rules, but I can't stand by and watch innocent people get killed."
Luna: "..." *She smirked with hope and silently scanned across the room in a blind-like manner.*
Nathan: "But, how? Not many people have broken out of Sorrowprax."
Luna: "It wouldn't be that hard."
Twenty-Three: "On the contrary. It took the Consultant's second strongest number one warrior to break out of the walls."
Luna: "Number, wat?"
Twenty-Three: "It's too temperamental to explain right now."
Nathan: "So, top shot. What's your plan?" *He spoke with low morale, as if he wasn't expecting any results."
Twenty-Three: "It may be forbidden to use Rostical out of the single digits.. But, I was born with the ability."
Luna: "Rostickal?"
Nathan: *He silently stared at Trevour and looked at him from top to bottom, as if he was judging his appearance.* (I don't judge people on their title, but, I'm meant to believe he knows how to use Rostical-?)
Twenty-Three: *He hobbled up to Nathan and touched the chains around his wrists, causing them to suddenly pop open.* "These are Neuron specific chains."
Nathan: "What does that mean?"
Twenty-Three: *He bent down and touched the chains on Nathan's ankles, causing them to pop open.* "They respond to a certain type of Neurons. This allows certain warriors to be held accountable for any mix-ups."
Nathan: "Why are you doing this?" *He grunted in a cautious-like manner, rubbing his wrists with discomfort.*
Twenty-Three: "You need to question my good will, sir?"
Nathan: "So.." *He glanced across the cell, implying how he was going to get out.*
Twenty-Three: *He glanced at Luna, looking at her eyes in thought.* "Sir?"
Nathan: "What?" *He continued to rub his wrists in discomfort.*
Twenty-Three: "May you please guide this lady-..?" *He purposely prolonged the last word, as if he wanted to know her name.*
Luna: "Luna."
Twenty-Three: "Heh heh." *He awkwardly chuckled and walked up to the stone wall, placing his hand on it.* "Sorry, madam."
Luna: "Madam?"
Twenty-Three: "I mean, Luna."
Luna: "Pssht." *She shook her head, as if she wasn't used to Trevour's type of personality.*
Nathan: *He awkwardly grabbed Luna's arm and lifted her up, focusing his attention to Trevour.* "I got her. What now?"
Luna: "Man, you stink."
Nathan: *He frowned in response.* "You aren't smelling like daisies yourself."
Luna: "Pssht." *She blindly looked away with a frown.*
Twenty-Three: *He closed his eyes and focused, causing a brown glyph to zigzag and spiral underneath him.* (I need to charge my Neurons and focus my Astragons-)
Nathan: *He instantly gazed at the forming glyph under Trevour and watched the last line connect, causing itself to glow.* (Rostical!)
Luna: "Wat's that sound?"
Nathan: "It's the Rostical's glyph."
Luna: "..."
Twenty-Three: (My biggest worries is the massive Purity Zone. If they find out almost immediately about our escape and send out a captain ranking warrior... We'll be... Oh, gee. What a temperamental situation that would be.)
Luna: "What's happening? Why did it suddenly get warm in here?"
Nathan: "Warm? It's still cold."
Luna: "Maybe your stench is repelling the heat?"
Nathan: "Man, you're moody-"
Twenty-Three: "SWIRLING SANDPIT" *He shouted with an echoing voice and pushed forward, causing sand to violently spiral around his hand.*
Luna: "Wat's happenin'? What's that grainy sound-?"
Twenty-Three: *He pushed his entire arm into the wall, causing sunlight to shine on his face.* "Excellent. With a sturdy push, I was able to do it."
Nathan: (Despite this, his Rostical-) *He walked towards the tunnel Trevour made with gritted teeth.* (I still hate it.)
Luna: *She walked past Trevour and felt a draft.* "I swear, that wind is warm, aye?"
Twenty-Three: *He stared at Nathan and Luna's back, watching them walk through the tunnel.* (I hope nobody picked up on my Neuron signature.)
Luna: "And why did your voice echo-?" *She noticed her voice echo in the tunnel, causing her to become silent in a satisfied-like manner.*
Nathan: (I can't believe we're escaping Sorrowprax.. But, when did I get captured?)
Twenty-Three: (I hope we can make as much distance as possible before our departure has been noticed.) *He thought in a worried-like manner and hobbled after Nathan and Luna, causing a wall of sand to close up behind him.*
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*Tara and Thirty-Three stood outside the empty cell, staring at sand all over the ground in shock.*
Tara: "This..." *She hissed with surprise and anger.*
Thirty-Three: "I can't-..." (Trevour, you stupid dirty lamp.)
Tara: "I will report this to the Consultant immediately!"
Thirty-Three: (Trevour will get terminated-) "I will tell the Consultant-"
Tara: "Oh you will?" *She suddenly appeared behind Thirty-Three and grabbed his head with both hands.*
Thirty-Three: "What are you-?"
Tara: *She twisted to the side, violently snapping his neck.* "I interrogate people. Don't take me for a fool."
*Tara threw Thirty-Three to the side and ignored the growing shouts which were attracted to her sudden action.*
Tara: "You scum, be quiet!" *She screamed, causing the nearby prisoners to stop, filling the air with silence.* "Now I have to tell the Consultant what-.."
*Tara hissed under her breath and stepped forward, flashstepping out the facility, leaving a faint buzz-like noise behind her.*
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*Kath sat in a poorly lit room, sitting on a stool-like chair, listening to the sounds of quiet typing in the background.*
Kath: "Hermm?" *She pushed her glasses up with one finger and looked to the side, staring at a warrior typing.* "I just felt a Neuron signature down below."
Warrior: "There has been no alerts, ma'am."
Kath: "Do a detailed scan immediately."
Warrior: "Are you sure?"
Kath: "Why don't I see the scanner on the screen?" *She spoke with a stern voice and stared at the computer-like screen in front of the warrior.*
Warrior: "S-Scanning now!" *She spoke with a trembling voice, quickly typing on a long keyboard-like device.*
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*Trevour, Luna and Nathan all stepped outside, taking a deep breath of fresh air.*
Nathan: "Man, that feels great."
Luna: "Feels great, still stinks." *She glared in Nathan's general direction.*
Nathan: "Probably the air blowing your stench back in your face."
Luna: "Aha, funny.." *She grunted with no enthusiasm.* "At least we're out of that place, aye."
Twenty-Three: "We're still in the turbulence of things."
Luna: "Why?" *She sighed, staring out into space with an emotionless face.*
Twenty-Three: "Not only are we in a Purity Zone, but captains can flashstep."
Nathan: *He nodded his head and reached over his shoulder, gasping in shock.* (Crud! I don't have my sword!-)
Twenty-Three: *He noticed Nathan and Luna's awkward faces, causing him to step towards them.* "Allow me, sir?" *He offered to help Luna.*
Nathan: "Take her." *He spoke in a deep voice and stepped away from Luna.*
Luna: "Umm, how 'bout no?" *She grunted and hit Trevour's hand away by coincidence.*
Twenty-Three: "I'll guide your feet-"
Luna: "I'm not disabled!"
Twenty-Three: "Errr? Heh heh." *He awkwardly chuckled, as if he didn't know what to say.*
Nathan: (She doesn't let her disability get in the way. I like that-)
Luna: *She stepped forward and tripped on a clump of ankle high grass, falling to her knees.* (My eyes.. Why hasn't my vision returned yet-?!)
Twenty-Three: "Madam?"
Luna: (Bloody shit nuggets..) *She raised her arm, keeping her head lowered in a defeated-like manner.*
Twenty-Three: *He gently pulled Luna up and held her by the elbow.* "I'll merely guide your step, nothing more, madam."
Luna: "Wateva."
Nathan: *He turned around and stared at a large castle, hiding behind an enormous stone wall.* "Sorrowprax.."
Twenty-Three: "Let's go." *He awkwardly chuckled and hobbled forward, causing Nathan to follow.*
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*Kath sighed on her high chair-like stool and casually checked for dirt under her nails, waiting for the warrior's response.*
Warrior: *She eagerly stared at the screen and noticed a red dot suddenly appear on a blueprint version of Sorrowprax.* "You're right, ma'am-" *She sounded surprised.*
Kath: "Of course I am. I wouldn't be at my level if I wasn't good at what I do."
Warrior: "Y-Yes-"
Kath: "Instead of stuttering like a shoe kissing commoner, give me results instead. I don't want excuses, I want results!"
Warrior: "There was a non-captain breach of Neurons in the lower quarters-"
Tara: *She knocked at the door and walked into the poorly lit room, catching Kath's attention.* (The Consultant.. I admire her so much-)
Kath: "Triple your efforts." *She spoke in a stern voice and swivelled on the stool, facing Tara in a curious-like manner.*
Warrior: "Y-Yes!" *She lowered her head, purposely typing faster on the keyboard.*
Kath: "What have you learned about these rebellious peasants attacking my warriors? Is it an uprising? A rebellion? Or a pesky guild?"
Tara: *She stopped in the middle of the room and bent down to one knee causing the sounds of leather stretching to be heard.* "None, ma'am." *She lowered her head in respect.*
Kath: "Do I need to hold your hand? Or can you flow your sentences without guidance? What did you learn?"
Tara: "She possibly had Neuron damage in the brain. She didn't know what basic things were, like Neurons and Astragons."
Kath: "How absurd."
Tara: "She claimed she was from a city that I've never heard of, fufufu."
Kath: "Herm? Very well. Dispose of them."
Tara: "Ma'am-" *She nodded her head in understanding.*
Kath: "And, I'd like you to follow up on a Neuron signature."
Tara: "Perhaps the two are linked. I have bad news to report."
Kath: "Herm?" *She sounded unimpressed, pushing her glasses up.*
Tara: "It appears two of the prisoners have escaped-"
Kath: "Escaped?!" *She stood up in anger, causing the lights to flicker in the room.*
Tara: (She!-... She is so powerful-)
Kath: "You are to go immediately and slaughter them!"
Warrior: *She discreetly listened to the conversation.* (Sending a Black Brigade warrior?)
Ridley: *He stepped forward from the shadows, glancing at Kath's back.* "I couldn't but overhear this unfortunate ordeal." *He smiled and clapped his hands together, walking up to Kath's side.*
Tara: (The-The other Consultant! What a privilege-)
Ridley: "With respect, Kath." *He mumbled and coughed to clear his throat.* "You are to capture these laughable fodder and bring them back to me alive."
