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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 20, 2009 18:33:20 GMT -5
Rena has already begun to speed off in the opposite direction. SHe has grabbed a second bar, but doesn't bother looking behind her. She skids underneath the whole Kite had kicked in the fence sliding desperately into a nearby alleyway.
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Post by Forsaken on Feb 20, 2009 18:47:07 GMT -5
Asila moves just far enough forward to put herself shoulder to shoulder (if she were only a foot taller) with Thrasymachus. She was poised to spring in defense of her new master if the rebel should try and fight back, but did not dare disrespect him by stepping in front of him.
So, for the moment, she could only hover on the periphery, wait, and hope that the poor man would just surrender so that she wouldn't have to hurt him. She could only hope that her fierce countenance, alien features and liquid prowl would convince him not to fight her, but she doubted this would be the case. The rebels were not so easily discouraged.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 21, 2009 9:08:59 GMT -5
Jeremy stops. His eyes sweep over the guardian in the back and then to the Forsaken in front. His eyes narrow as he desperately tries to pull himself free.
"Son of a bitch..." he murmers under his breath to himself, staring at the ice beneath his feet. He recognises Asila vaguely, a small ego building that one of the most treasured members of the nightwatch and an actual guardian had come to pick up little old him. He continued to struggle.
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Post by Seven on Feb 21, 2009 12:21:48 GMT -5
Reece this time ceases to fool around. When Karina takes off, he chases her at high speeds, under the fence and into the alley, gaining on her.
Without taking his eyes off Jeremy, Thrasymachus gives an order to Asila. His tone is firm, but not cruel. More of a commander's than a master's, but that is because he is not used to the position of the latter. "This one is secure; I can handle him myself. Go aid Reece in capturing the female rebel and do hurry."
This done, without acknowledging Jeremy's angry remarks, he calmly walks around Jeremy as he struggles. And suddenly, he goes to strike a quick blow to knock Kite into unconsciousness.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 21, 2009 16:15:53 GMT -5
Rena continues to run, knowing without turning that the Forsaken is gaining. But a thief always knows her territory, and without looking, she lashes out with one of the bars, breaking the window of a particularly packed warehouse. She vaults through the window into the darkened building, hoping in vain that her knowledge of the buidling and it's machinery could help her escape.
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Post by Forsaken on Feb 21, 2009 16:40:23 GMT -5
Asila paused for a moment, looking at Thrasymachus as though she wanted to say something. But she shook her head, transformed into the quick and agile white housecat, and fled in the direction that Reece had taken in pursuit of their second target. It was best that she did as she was told. Fighting only tended to make things worse for everyone, and, if the truth be told, she wasn't feeling very charitable just then. She just wanted to get the job done and get out of there, so that she could at least have the illusion of solitude to take comfort in.
She sprinted on four paws faster than any human could run directly through the hole in the fence (being so low to the ground that she didn't even have to duck) and into the alley, hearing the window break before she had reached it. Only seconds later, however, she had, and vaulted through the window in a single easy leap. Landing silently, she gazed around the room with eyes that could slice through the gloom as well as they could the light of the day, trying to pick the rebel out of the surroundings, her ears rotating in search of some tell-tale noise.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 21, 2009 16:55:59 GMT -5
Jeremy heard the sound of clothing (robes make a lot of noise when rapidly moving through the air) rustling quickly and guessing wrongly for where the Guardian was aiming tried to wiggle the base of his spine out of the way. It didn't stop the blow to the back of his head completely but it only dazed him. Then he reached behind himself and waved around for an arm to grab.
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Post by Seven on Feb 21, 2009 17:03:39 GMT -5
((Thrasymachus isn't wearing robes because they are impractical for fighting. But he does wear a long coat, so it would make some noise.))
This time, because Jeremy is at a most disadvantage angle, Thrasymachus merely grabbed his wrist when he tried to lash out for him. With his free hand, he drew a circle in the air, which suddenly formed a moving rope that curled around Jeremy's other wrist. He quickly grabs the ropes ends and ties it around the wrist he was holding captive. Waving his left hand again, the rope changes and solidifies into solid metal bindings with no locks.
Reece is a little taken by surprise to see Asila pass him, but he as well jumps through the window, landing on twos this time. His eyes widen and he clicks his tongue, using both sight and echolocation to pin-point the rebel.
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Post by Rojo on Feb 21, 2009 18:39:04 GMT -5
A grimace of grim acceptance plasters itself firmly on Jeremy's face. He doesn't struggle against his metal bonds, he stands in silence in the alleyway in front of the Guardian.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 21, 2009 18:42:36 GMT -5
On the far side of the main room, one of the metal bars crashes onto the cement. The sound echoes obnoxiously across the room, and is soon joined by the second bar in a different corner of the room, doubling the noise.
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Post by Seven on Feb 21, 2009 18:49:29 GMT -5
Reece, ignoring the clattering of metal bars, clicks his tongue, feeling for the vibrations created from a living person about the size of Rena. He is using echolocation.
This time, Thrasymachus is careful to strike a blow to the man's head that will knock him out for at least a couple hours.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 21, 2009 19:06:50 GMT -5
The lithe form of the girl is inching along the catwalk above their heads. SHe tosses the third bar plucked from the sack as she makes her way towards the skylight on the far end of the room.
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Post by Forsaken on Feb 21, 2009 19:24:15 GMT -5
The cat flattened her ears against her head when the metal bars crashed on both sides of warehouse, the noise being particularly startling. But she soon straightened, lifting her head and scenting the air in an attempt at finding the rebel. It was impossible to immediately pinpoint exact location this way, but there was a scent trail. And if she followed it...
Silently but quickly, she padded toward the source of the rebel's scent. And found herself looking up at about the same time the third bar crashes to the ground.
The cat darts toward a stack of crates that is both relatively close to where she was standing and close enough to the catwalk, and scales it in a series of precise leaps and bounds, extended claws scratching against the surface. The rebel was getting away, and her predatory instincts urged her to follow quickly. Once she reaches the top, her muscles coil and she springs, clearing seven feet of open air. She lands lightly on the catwalk, shifts back into her more human form, and runs in pursuit of the rebel.
((Because a cat's sense of smell is fourteen times stronger than that of a human. Cats are amazing.))
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Post by Seven on Feb 21, 2009 20:19:20 GMT -5
Following Asila's lead, Reece also quickly bounds up onto the catwalk in a series of fast leaps. Except he's on the other end the catwalk (and therefore, the other side of Karina), leaving her nowhere to run.
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Post by The Imfamous AKA on Feb 21, 2009 21:24:35 GMT -5
Rena's eyes, wide with mild panic, are glinting gold under the faint light from the skylight. She gaze swivels between the Forsaken for a few moments before she tucks the bars back into the bag, resignedly. She sighs, glancing back at each Forsaken one more time.
Then she jumps off the catwalk.
She hits the ground at a rolling run, quickly diving underneath a larger machine.
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