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Feb 26, 2022 14:29:14 GMT
Post by Spira on Feb 26, 2022 14:29:14 GMT
Human raised claimant, drugged up air claimant and a bounty hunter in a wild one sided triangle. Genuinely concerned is an understatement.
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Feb 26, 2022 15:29:54 GMT
Post by Spira on Feb 26, 2022 15:29:54 GMT
Hex in order of appearance: V : e84a92, S : 52b788 M : bdd52c
Vivian snapped the small silver coloured device in half and tossed it into the fire she had constructed out of paper, bits of plastic and maybe office supplies – She had already forgotten, after all she had poured a sizeable amount of her bottle of fuel on it. Heck the explosion of the tin can container should have been enough to alert everyone in the office that there was an intruder… and yet as she continued to scour for physical fuel in some unnamed employee’s office. Vivian decided that enough was enough, glancing at the clock and looking at the flames. She took another snort of a beige powder that she kept in her pocket and sprinted out of the office… it was only when the smoke alarms went off that the London Headquarters for Law Technologies, Incorporated finally figured out what was up. She threw the chair that had been in the room at a window, and watched as the glass shattered, mesmerised by the light and how it touched the fragments she was nearly caught by security who were screaming at her to get her knees or they’d shoot.
“Catch you later… suckers.”
As they were human they thought she was a suicidal hacker maniac and ran to prevent the dive that she chose to take, rather than falling and splatting onto the earth below she rose up into the air and spun around for a second; as though lifting up above the height of the building before diving back down and aiming for one of the many cars below. As it had been the early hours on a Monday morning, Vivian hadn’t really considered the fact that she would be lacking a get away vehicle. She nearly did splat on the ground as she could hear the men shouting for backup and for the downstairs security team to get her. As she finally found a suitable spot to land, she took another whiff of the powder and sighed; her muscles relaxed and she looked around for an occupied moving vehicle. It just so happened, a small car... she presumed it belonged to someone who was in their twenties? Someone who didn't have money... she cracked a smile and began to approach the vehicle, dodging past the taxis and early morning trucks like a bird would to the wind until she was finally standing in front of it; she couldn't precisely identify who was driving but then again Vivian didn't exactly care at that moment. Pulling out her prop gun and putting it on display so they knew she was serious business, she walked towards the passenger side and without ceremony; smashed the window. Pointing the prop barrel at the individual she climbed in through the destroyed window and despite there being a multitude of shards and what not on the seat she sat.
"You're going to drive or I am going to shoot. Please do so now. Ignore the sirens."
Stasia had woken up to DeVian screaming quite rightly on the phone, the electricity Aikekunai rubbed her eyes and covered her head in the thick feathered pillow. When she could no longer the Portuguese that flowed out of her wife's tongue she sat up and tossed the pillow at her wife, her wife ever focused on keeping her appearance as flawless as possible caught it and tossed it back for cursing even faster in Portuguese... Stasia looked over at the opposite end of the bed where the male of the trio was dead asleep. 'Piece of shit can sleep through the fucking zombie apocalypse apparently.' She thought. Moving until she was standing from underneath the blankets and many necessary pillows – the three slept in such positions, it was no wonder they had to order a customised triple California King Size bed, she moved to stand closer to her wife as Marjorie barged into the room with a brown paper bag and a small coffee holder with three cups, Ritunen startled by the scent of coffee finally returned to consciousness and sat up himself, his hair had fallen out of the braid he had tied it in to be able to sleep with such long hair and groaned.
"Morning. Apparently there's a crisis?"
"Vivian strikes again."
Marjorie informed them both as they peeled open the brown paper bag to reveal thickly spread cream cheese breakfast bagels. Stasia and Ritunen looked at each other as DeVian left the room with Marjorie's tiny stumpy legs trailing after, they ate in silence and drank their coffees quietly as they heard what sounded like one of DeVian's chairs that she kept in her office for whatever reason was thrown up against a wall. Stasia was somewhat grateful that the house had been sound proofed so that Kiran was completely aware of the situation unfolding and could therefore keep sleeping, looking over to her right she realised that DeVian had woken them up at exactly five in the morning.
"You can sort her out... I'm going back to sleep. I have a show this evening."
She clapped her hands of the crumbs, took another sip of the scolding hot coffee and retrieved her pillow from where she had put it after throwing it at her wife and went back to sleep. Ritunen wished he could have slapped Stasia but instead decided that if she was not going to drink her coffee he would. So he did.
Vivian shifted uncomfortably on the glass... why did she think sitting on glass was such a good idea? She looked over at the person she was currently holding hostage, she wondered what they thought? She unzipped her bag and pulled out a blunt, lighting it quickly she inhaled hard. Shutting her eyes she half wished she could just go back to her realm but then with the force and power of DeVian Law who was rumoured to be a powerful Death Claimant... she wondered if returning to her home realm would only cause unnecessary conflict... maybe she should have consulted Quinnox before agreeing to this job. Opening one eye as she took another drag she offered it to her driver/impromptu hostage.
"Want some? Paraguayan weed."
It was then she noticed several identical cars trailing after them, she turned herself to be able to view the rear view mirror as the cars seemed to be trailing behind them, only barely missing them every single time they crossed a light. For now she was content to believe they were just normal members of the legal policing force after her and maybe the person who was now driving the car for her. For a moment, silence fell over the vehicle as the person concentrated... did they have a name? Should she tell them theirs? After a while she got bored and tried playing with the radio but that was all full of news of her breaking in and doing what she did. Shutting it off she decided to ask a rather oblivious question, cause she did somewhat feel bad for the window still... reaching into her backpack once more she placed a stack of cash of dubious legal status onto the person's lap and smiled before dragging another hit before exhaling a large cloud of smoke out of the car, somewhat obstructing their rear view.
"Say, do you have insurance on the car?"
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Feb 26, 2022 20:44:18 GMT
Post by maxis on Feb 26, 2022 20:44:18 GMT
Elyn: #81b4ec
"Enjoy sir, have a good day" the cashier chirped at Elyn, sliding the takeaway cup along the counter with a warm smile. Elyn only dipped his head in response as he picked up the cup and walked to the small door, taking in the wooden interior of the small vintage café. As he took himself in through the reflection of the glass door he couldn't help but wince slightly at the mop of hair that was a messy mix of brown and blue. 'God I need to re-dye it, it looks like shit.' He physically shook his head to dismiss the thought as he pushed open the door, his ears blissed by the soft jingle of the bell that chimed as he left the warmth and shelter from the day's rain. "Just had to rain didn't it" he huffed out as he pulled the hood of his jacket up to his head before tackling the weather. He usually enjoyed the rain but today it had simply dampened his mood as well as damped the clothes on his back. He was already late on the rent to his home and his boss had delayed people's checks again for the third time.
He trudged his way down the streets, nursing the hot tea as the rain patterned around him and slid along the skin of his hands. The sight of his car drove a hard sigh from his mouth. He had only just bought the thing and was already having to consider selling it to keep the landlords at bay. After getting himself inside he slid his tea into his cupholder, turning his car on before he took out his phone glancing through it to try and catch up on any messages he left; mainly just work asking him to take extra shifts which he promptly ignored.
The loud hum of the car and his focus on the screen in his hands blocked out the surrounding chaos until a voice caused him to look up, seeing the barrel of a gun aimed right at the windshield of his car, poised on him. He froze, his hands up to show he wasn't going to fight. His eyes trained on the figure as she walked around his car. He flinched at the sound of glass shattering and the sight of the figure climbing through it. He wasn't going to comment out loud but the doors worked just fine and knew that selling it now would put him in a worse state. It would lose him more money than it would gain him now with the window shattered. He sat there for a moment transfixed at the sight of the woman who had shimmied in her seat. Why would she even think about sitting on the glass? He didn't ask, the barrel aimed at him driving panic through him. As much as a shitty state he was in financially he'd like to keep himself alive. He took a hold of the wheel before popping the clutch and then slamming the accelerator.
What was going on? He couldn't comprehend how much had happened so quickly as he wove his way through traffic at as high of a speed as the second-hand car could manage. Although with each time the tires squealed trying to find friction with the rain-slick concrete. His hands trembled against the wheel as he kept on, the sound of cars blaring their horns as he overtook cards across the London bridge with bare inches between them. He couldn't take his sight of the road but the sound of a zip gritted his ears followed by the pungent smell of weed. His eyes gave her a nervous sceptical glance. She was offering him the blunt? Just what kind of hostage situation was this? He didn't know what the type of weed meant, she was clearly educated in it and he was not; he took it from her and took a long heavy drag from it. He hoped it would settle the panic and the tension coursing through his body. Especially when he glanced in his rear-view mirror, seeing the trail of cars that were hot on his tail; practically scraping his bumper.
His ears pricked slightly at the sound of the radio, his eyes flickering to her then back to the road as he drove through streets crowded in parked cars; listening carefully to the fragments of news that emitted from the old muffled speakers. "You did what?!" he snapped, his hands gripping the wheel tightly for a moment, forcing the wheel hard to the right to take a corner. A car blaring its horn and tires screeched as it forced an emergency stop, barely missing his own car as he drifted around the corner. The woman who held him hostage had hacked one of the biggest companies? He allowed himself a quick glance at her. She was so beautiful and soft, how was she capable of such a thing. Sure she clearly enjoyed drugs, but she didn't look like a person that would even consider doing something so reckless, let alone follow through.
He allowed himself a glance back in his rear-view mirror, seeing he'd made a little distance at taking the narrow backroads at such high speeds; he'd create about a twenty-meter gap between them. He knew it wasn't enough, he needed to create more but how; he had no idea. A slow shaking breath came out when the radio finally clicked off and he iterated his question again, just tweaking it. "You hacked... one of the biggest companies in the world. What were you thinking?!"
He didn't notice for a solid minute as the other rummaged through her bad. His head clouded with everything except the slightly blurred image of the road ahead. He didn't even notice that each time he blinked it was ten times slower. When he finally registered the change in weight on his lap he glanced down. Cash? Was he really being given money but his own capture? Or was the question he was really thinking, would he actually accept it. The question only drove his confusion further. He then realized he hadn't even noticed when it had gotten there. "Of course, I have insurance, although it's probably fucked now you've shattered my window and it smells like a hot box and... Why did give me weed?! Why would you think that's a good idea?!" he huffed out. He had a plan though, with a glance in his wing mirror he saw the cars trailing them had to line up single file to navigate the roads. So at the neck turn, he slammed the brakes on and drove the wheel as hard as he could, skidding the car into a full one-eighty to face the oncoming vehicles. He hit the gas again, but swerved to the left, wincing as he felt the car ride up onto the curb. "Shit" he growled out, the pavement even narrower but just enough for the car to drive through, the sound of the exterior doors scraping along lampposts and the walls of people's front gardens grating his ears.
He couldn't help but smirk though as he glanced back at his mirror, seeing the cars connect at the end of the road, all trying to turn around; the sounds of a crash emitting as well. He took a celebratory drag from the blunt, tapping the end into the ashtray. Despite the fact he was her hostage he couldn't help at glance at her and ask, "So, do you have any plan on where to go or are you just going to let me drive blind?" At the end of the road, he slipped the car back to the road with a thump. The car seemed to whine as if in pain, it wasn't mean for this; neither was Elyn. The car squealed as he took a left, heading down another narrow street. He couldn't risk taking the car back to the main roads, with the paint scraped as bad; they had become even more obvious.
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Feb 26, 2022 23:03:54 GMT
Post by Spira on Feb 26, 2022 23:03:54 GMT
New hex codes: L: bd8c15 J: 5615bd
"Well I suppose the amount of shock you're in isn't... for nothing."
She had expected his response to her crime being revealed, in fact she suspected he would have reacted far differently had she not offered him a blunt. She wondered if the cash would be enough to cover the therapy this individual was going to need after she was out of his life. Though she wasn't the most observant individual – no air claimant was, she settled into her seat and looked at their hair which slightly obscured the person's eyes. It was all she could do not to make the car fly as they drifted left to right, right to left...and whilst she supposed she had calculated his age correctly she hadn't expected for his ability to drive to be so...
"I was paid to do it. When you work in my profession you do as you're told. Besides, I was told by my client that DeVian Law deserved it."
The blunt now almost entirely gone, annoyed Vivian. Why did blunts not last any longer than.... how much had she given him to smoke? She bit her lip... maybe she should have offered something gentler something less... now she was being paranoid. Tucking her hair behind her ear, she looked out the shattered glass window at the rain and partially wished she could dissolve into the air; alas she was not Quinnox and she could not repair the damage she had done to so many lives. She looked back at the driver as he reacted to the cash she had placed on his lap, he didn't seem all that impressed about it... wasn't money supposed to fix things? Didn't money buy happiness? Vivian hadn't even thought about the hot box situation and supposed that maybe she should give him more cash in order to buy a new car, maybe she could buy him a new car one that would be his and he wouldn't even have to worry about repayments or....
"I wasn't thinking... I haven't thought for myself in a long while. I smoke, I drink... I snort and I do other things to keep my mind at bay and my emotions away."
Heh, she liked how that rhymed. As though being kissed by the wind Vivian suddenly found herself not sitting on car glass or running for her life or holding some stranger hostage but rather back in her childhood home... in her child's body and with her child's mind. It had been a particularly warm day, the cicadas were buzzing and she had been the best behaved girl all day. She even had the ribbon in her hair to prove it and and... the front door and been left ripped off its hinges and the splashes of red confused her... had her mother redecorated? Taking off her shoes and putting them beside the rest of the shoes, she noted that four of her five brothers were at home and maybe one of her sisters? She gripped the handles of her bag and stepped into the house, it didn't smell like it usually did – which was usually of something not quite chemical and sugar, maybe cocoa if her mother was baking. She looked around and noticed that the same red thing on the walls was also on the floor, mummy had spilt paint she thought. She continued on her way though the house, unsure of what to make of the red liquid on the floor... it smell metallic – kinda like the time she accidentally cut herself on a knife, but it couldn't be blood... blood was not good and it meant someone was hurt. As she turned to walk up the stairs she could hear what sounded like a blade meeting flesh, she hadn't even realised her sister's half disembowelled form on the floor at the base of the stairs until her sister grabbed her ankle.
"Don't go up there."
She nearly shrieked. Claudia had always been the strongest and the bravest of the sisters and now she was missing her legs. Vivian fell onto her butt as her sister tried to calm her down enough for Vivian to listen... to survive.
"You need to go. Run, the person upstairs is not done."
She could feel the sting of tears, she wiped at her eyes and tried to tell herself to stop being such a child, why was she crying. She was not the one missing her legs.
"What's going on?" She choked, she still wasn't sure if she had fallen into a particularly difficult nightmare or not and her mother hadn't come to yet wake her up.
"A woman is upstairs. A stranger. She... hurts people like us."
"Mummy." Vivian began to whimper and shake.
"Take off your anklets. Fly away Vivian. Fly so far that the woman can't get to you. Ok? Quinnox will come find you."
"Quinnox?"
She had never heard the name before and she frankly didn't know how to fly... she had never been taught and she had known from her siblings she was far too young to be flying on her own anyway... the anklets kept her attached to the ground and safe, she had never taken them off before and now she was being told to do it and to try to fly? Why it was all too much for her to handle and her head began to spin, the footsteps as Claudia promised began to return in their direction, doing the only thing that an older sister in that position could do she mustered up as much of the air around them and pushed Vivian out and away from the stairs, through the house and onto the front steps. Vivian wiped at her eyes and tried not to cry as she began to take off the intricate clasps that held the child of air to the ground. With one of them off she already felt lighter, she tried the other just as she heard Claudia scream... before silence. The pale haired, pink eyes little girl barely even saw the woman who exited the house as she floated further and further up into the sky, in fact she had thought she hadn't been seen but when the woman looked up, Vivian's heart practically stopped, with a malicious grin and a wave the woman spoke just loud enough that Vivian could hear.
"Fly away little bird. Don't come back."
Vivian didn't need to be told twice, she floated? flew? tried her best to get away from this nightmare... hell it hadn't even been noticed that the woman was holding a giant sword covered in blood... these details didn't matter, all that Vivian knew was that woman was a monster and if she didn't get away she'd end up like Claudia too... but what about her family? Her other siblings? No she couldn't think of that, she rose up further into the clouds until she was practically hidden. This was when she allowed herself to cry.
She was jolted back into the present when her driver/hostage asked her a question. Where had she planned to go? Vivian looked at him wearily before composing herself, reaching into her bag to look for something to soothe her nerves.
"Just go, I don't care where... maybe stick to the back roads? Or we could fly... I know a way... I have the money..."
'You want me to shoot her? Bring her in? Or kill her?' Jillian looked at her current life's significant other... one that she missed out on due to previous events regarding another lifetime and another soul and whatever she looked at DeVian critically, her hands on her hips as the Brazilian nation continued to despite Jillian asking for her to get off the phone... scream. Jillian had never enjoyed being around DeVian Law, it was not because the woman was a bitch because she was it was more because Jillian had hated the fact that it was this here soul that had not come back when Jillian had been born, what kind of cruel twist of fate was that?
Jillian wanted to snatch the phone away as another presence well... two of them really entered the room. Marjorie Kinoz whose hair was usually in a sleek unfrazzoled bun was escorting a woman that Jillian hadn't actually ever seen but recognised because of Stasia's memory. 'What is she doing here?' She asked Marjorie mentally to which the woman shrugged her shoulders, the older woman like DeVian was not in the mood to reveal purposeful information, the type that Jillian needed if she wanted to be able to succeed at the task she was about to undertake. As for the one that had been escorted her in... the scent of Honey gave way to the suspicions that this was indeed Nuvat Excia.
'Fancy seeing the notorious bounty hunter and home wrecker here. What the hell did you do to have DeVian summon you on this particularly egregious day?' Jillian was in no mood for pleasantries and was further annoyed by the fact that now that DeVian was off the phone, the woman seemed to be downing bottles of wine, wine that Jillian didn't drink and didn't know what to make of personally. Marjorie handed her charge a tablet and waited by DeVian's side as what appeared to be a livestream news report of the get-away car Vivian had taken was on the news... it was everywhere to be fair and everyone who was anyone was talking about what Vivian had done to DeVian's company. 'Guessing sunshine and I are here to deal with that... what about the driver, do you want him dead or?' still no answer. Gosh talking to business women could be infuriating.
They had reached some form of a highway, having not spoken a word since Vivian directed the unnamed as of yet driver to just head towards Heathrow. Unbeknownst to them, Jillian and Nuvat had been airlifted to and dropped on the same envoy of cars that had been following them since the beginning, nor that another envoy of cars had caused a huge pile up ahead to not only slow traffic but in hopes that Vivian would get out of the car and try to make a run for it on foot. Vivian had decided to turn the radio back on but it was in some foreign language – probably Arabic. Vivian didn't need to hear the commentary about the car chase nor did she really want to know what her opponents and well... annoyances were getting up to in order to capture her dead or alive.
"I suppose I haven't introduced myself yet. I'm Vivian. I go by Vivi. But you probably already heard my name before on the news... what's yours? I mean we may as well get to know each other based off the fact that I'm holding you hostage and because I don't want to have to listen to the radio talk about me."
As traffic slowed, Vivian frowned... surely the roads weren't so busy this early. Turning once more to the rear view mirror she realised what was us based off the fact that Jillian had now set herself and her signature sniper rifle atop one of the cars... that and someone who Vivian clearly could not identify was standing over Jillian's laying form holding a shield and... a sword? She shuttered and tried to think of another way around this... another way to survive. She looked at her companion.
"How do you feel about flying?"
'How many shots do you want me to shoot?' Jillian asked Nuvat who DeVian had decided would be the one to physically take Vivian down, it was Jillian's job to hinder the air claimant's ability to fight back/physically escape. She shut her right eye and concentrated on the view of her scope which was poised directly so that if she shot it'd leave Jillian with a sizeable hole in her chest cavity. 'I was told you wanted to fight her. So I'll keep her alive. Rather I shoot her in the arms or?' Vivian who was now slightly panicked by the prospect of being shot by Jillian who she recognised after a quick google search on her own personal phone reached into her backpack once more and reached rather deeply until she found her them of extra hot and spicy soup. Handing the opened thermos to her driver she gave him a smile.
"You smell like a claimant. What house are you in? What can you do? Cause if it has anything to do with water I need you to direct this right into the faces and eyes of the women on the car. Can you do that for me?"
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Feb 27, 2022 12:25:53 GMT
Post by kaiju on Feb 27, 2022 12:25:53 GMT
A snort that jolted a petite frame woke Nuvat Excia from her slumber. She blinked several times to work sleep out of her eyes. It took a few more moments to try to figure out what position her girlfriend's body was over her. Vetani held Nuvat in a chokehold, her arm firmly pressed against Nuvat's chin enough to make it sore as hell. Long pale legs were wrapped around the sun claimant like an anchor.
The soft sound of a vibrating phone on a wooden nightstand was the culprit for what had stirred the woman to wakefulness in the first place. Nuvat groaned, adjusting slightly in Vetani's grip. The motion only made her girlfriend respond by holding even tighter.
Nuvat decided she'd leave it. She closed her eyes and waited to drift back into slumber. It proved fruitless after listening to the call end and immediately start up again. Whoever was trying to get in contact with her was extremely persistent. She couldn't think of anyone who would be trying so hard except for her twin sister Nivan.
It took a great surge of effort for Nuvat to lunge to the phone. She barely made it before Vetani was groaning in displeasure at the change in position. Nuvat didn't even have to lift the phone to her ear to hear the loud screaming on the other side. The caller ID was from DeVian Law. Why she would ever be calling Nuvat at such an ungodly hour was unclear--it was the middle of the night! And she'd always thought DeVian didn't like her.
"You're screaming... in Portuguese... at three AM?!"
The sun claimant known as Nuvat was dripping enthusiasm as she was escorted through the front hall of her best friend's house. Marjorie wasn't very chatty today, which was simply attributed to the small crisis at hand. There was no small talk to be had as the small woman led the new guest further into the huge abode.
'Fancy seeing the notorious bounty hunter and home wrecker here. What the hell did you do to have DeVian summon you on this particularly egregious day?'
Jillian's mental comment pulled a chuckle out of Nuvat. "You know how serious Dev is about having competent people work for her," she joked back. "So why are you here?" She punctuated the sentence with a wink and rested her hand on the hilt of her sword.
DeVian Law finally ended her screaming rant on the phone with a hard push on the screen followed by barely restraining herself from throwing the device into oblivion. Instead she placed it gently on the dining room table before her, taking in a deep breath through her nose to compose herself before addressing the issue at hand.
"I want you to bring her in," the Brazilian woman ground out through a clenched jaw. As much as she tried, the anger was not subsiding. "Hands attached is optional." Dev glanced at the tablet lying before her that was playing one of the greatest insults anyone could make all over the national news. How that pink-haired crackhead managed to bypass her new firewalls and security measures was beyond Dev. "I have no need for her getaway driver, so kill him if it works. Just don't do it wearing a Law T-shirt, you understand?"
An eager grin spread across Nuvat's lips. "What are you so nervous for? We're the best in the business."
The attempt at humor was met with a deadpan stare. Nuvat would've expected Dev to lash out somehow, scold her for being an idiot, maybe send her careening through the Void - but there was nothing. Just an empty stare before the woman simply walked away without another word.
Nuvat liked the feeling of the wind whipping her hair. Even though she had to squint into it with tears being forced out of the edges of her eyes, it felt nice. She hadn't felt a breeze before the first time she earned a trip to the Dream Room and learned to ask for something that would have a blowing wind. Stasia had taken her to a city... New York, to be specific. It had been a nice day outside. The memory brought a faint smile to her lips. She had gotten her favorite shirt that day.
Nuvat felt invincible as she whooped and cheered on the way down the rope that descended from her and Jillian's airlift onto a waiting black SUV. Nuvat pounded on the roof with her fist to signal they were ready and the SUV immediately peeled off, the driver weaving through traffic like an expert seamstress. How they had managed to do a perfect handoff between a helicopter and speeding car was not to be questioned, only experienced. It was fun! Nuvat wished more hunts could go like this!
The brunette put her shield over Jillian to provide cover as they gave chase. Adrenaline rushed through her veins, her entire body anticipating the moment they were close enough for her to engage.
'How many shots do you want me to shoot?' came Jillian's soft voice echoing in her head again. The sun claimant had to remember to listen for it.
"Enough to give Dev her hands, I guess?" She turned her face to the sun and breathed in deeply. What a nice breeze it was... It was a scene built for a movie. Something like one of the romance kinds she liked to watch with Vetani. "So just... make sure they're re-attachable. Driver lives so we don't kill her in a crash." After a quick peek into the driver's side window of their SUV, the slim woman reeled back and slammed her shield into the roof of the car, effectively lodging it there.
"If I bring her back in the next minute do I get a kiss?" Confidence emanated from Nuvat Excia like a furious aura. She grinned excitedly to herself as she put her hand on the hilt of her sword again and gathered her energy to use Trial By Fire. It was exhausting in the long run, but she needed Light Step to get her onto the other car.
The sun claimant found herself landing on top of the car that had caused so much trouble. How disappointing it would be when this all came to an end. She found herself almost lamenting the mission as she raised her sword over her head, fully intent on plunging it through the roof. A hard swerve caused her to lose her balance, hanging on instead to a sword that had only made it a few inches through the roof and screaming, "WHERE THE FUCK DID YOU LEARN TO DRIVE?!" If she fell off, she'd make sure Vivian and her horrible driver were closer to the 'dead' part of 'dead or alive'.
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Feb 27, 2022 22:35:48 GMT
Post by maxis on Feb 27, 2022 22:35:48 GMT
At the single request to head towards Heathrow Elyn complied, squealing his way down the backstreets; simply to give the remaining trailers a goose chase. His chest was pounding, feeling as if his heart was going to explode from his chest. He was going to die, he was so going to die! With his chest rising and falling in heavy ragged breaths, he was panicking as was panicking hard. After taking a sharp right turn he ended back out onto the open roads, knowing the car was currently a walking 'we're here' sign for all to see. His fingers tapped in a restless rhythm against the wheel as he weaved through the cars, he was at least happy that there was more space to work with; he also realized that was also a massive hindrance to the space he had made.
When he reached the long stretch of road of the highway he glanced at the woman sitting to his side, fiddling with the radio which started to play the radio in a language he didn't know. He knew by the tone though it was about them, they were the biggest story right now; well she was, he was just her driver and not by choice. As he drove his eyes were feeling heavy and his focus had to work tenfold in order to not put his car straight into another. What was he doing? God he never expected this, in the car with a somewhat criminal mastermind. Was her plan just to get someone to drive for her from the beginning, to hold them at gunpoint. Weren't those in the big leagues of crime meant to have like a designated getaway driver?
Then she started speaking. Was she... introducing herself, granted she was correct at him knowing his name, it was blared all over the news on the radio earlier. He was even more confused at the woman - Vivian was asking him his. Was it wise for him to tell her? Ah, how much worse could this situation get, she's pretty. Elyn, get a grip; she's got you captive remember? Am I stoned? I don't think so? "Elyn, the name's Elyn." Why did he repeat himself, with a small glance at her his cheeks bloomed like roses; staining his soft pale skin. "I don't think hostage situations are much for introductions either. If you must know. I charge in dates, so you better take me on the best of my life." Shut up, you idiot. She's got you, hostage, you just said! You really just asked her to take you on a date, god you're pathetic. His own head caused him to go silent for the next small while, getting off the highway to try and lose the rest of the people on his tail. Well her tail he supposed. The highway was quicker but much easier to be trailed and caught upon; so the slightly less upon main roads were the better option.
When the traffic seemed too slow and congested Elyn had to put on the brakes slightly in order to weave through them, although with the drugs in his system he scraped the doors of a few whilst going around them. His body physically tensed at the grating sound of metal on mental and his hand tightened on the wheel. Before he could fully understand what was going the roof of the car caved in slightly followed by the sound of metal crunching. Without the time for his clouded mind to fully focus he slammed the accelerator and took the next turn and blisteringly high speeds, nearly crashing them both into the lamppost situated on the street corner. The car shook slightly as the figure on top seemed to fall off from the sheer sharpness of the turn. The voice that screamed about his driving told him otherwise, as did the tip of the blade embedded in the metal of his roof. The insurance is definitely fucked now.
Elyn almost fully gawked at the question Vivian proposed, flying? What the fuck was that meant to mean? Were they going to an airport? Is that why they're going to Heathrow, was he about to go on the FBI list for fleeing out of the country. Flying itself? Not a problem, being hunted by 40 cars with a woman he presumed hung to his car by the blade of a sword; that he had a problem with. "I can deal with flying? It's safe enough with the measures they put in place?" he muttered, unbeknownst to the actual meaning of her question.
He had thought that was it, the flight question would be the last trick out of the bag... the last joke... the last... she nudged him and he looked at her, his eyes barely focusing on the item she now held in her hands. What was she holding a thermos for? Where had it come from? She said the word 'Claimant' and somewhere in the back of his mind he knew that... that was what he was but because of the blunt and the panic and all the other things that swirled in his mind he was left speechless. She explained she wanted him to throw it at the girl on the roof of the car because she suspected he could control water but asides from that fact... why him? He had never wanted nor needed to use his abilities before but now he was being tested. Could he pull it off? He also was still taken aback by the fact she could... smell it? What type of person could smell a claimant anyway?
He a slow breath and extreme focus, well as much focus as he could he lifted a hand from the wheel, drawing the liquid into a slender stream. Just to test the control he let it do a single graceful lap around Vivian's head, or maybe it was just to try and woo her a little; even he couldn't tell anymore. "Take the wheel Vivian." the words came out surprisingly strong and firm, especially for someone being held hostage by the same person he was speaking to. He quickly rolled down the window and straightened the car up before releasing his grip and moving his head out the window. God, what the fuck was he doing? He stared down at the woman poised in the car behind, fear in his eyes as he saw the sniper aimed right at the car and him. Quickly, or do you want to get fucking shot?! He tried to focus his vision before he sent the slim streak of thermos towards the woman at as high of a speed as he could muster; not even waiting to see if it hit before he slipped back into his seat, taking control of the wheel again. "Once again Vivian, better be the best fucking date of my life! Did it hit?! How did you have a fucking thermos, lastly how the fuck can you smell a claimant?!" |
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Mar 12, 2022 16:21:02 GMT
Post by Spira on Mar 12, 2022 16:21:02 GMT
Elyn, what a lovely name. E L Y N. Vivian spelt his name over and over in her mind as he continued to give her questions that she didn’t really want to answer, but she supposed he did deserve it. She observed the rearview mirror as the soup that she had wanted to eat later hit Jillian smack in the face; however as cool as that was… she felt the sudden sting of several bullets entering her body and Jillian lifting her arm up in a gesture she could only presume was to the person who had impaled the car with their sword. Deciding now to answer his questions, she placed her right hand on his shoulder.
“Every member of a house, has a smell. You smell like a moon claimant. Males from your house smell like Dill. It’s… hard to explain but then again I smell like Ylang Ylang.”
She breathed through the pain and told herself she just needed to jack herself up with more substances.
“Now, I need you to grip that wheel for dear life. I cannot have you passing out. Ok?”
Once she was sure her words had sunk in, she settled into her seat, trying to ignore the fact that she was bleeding from seven different places; her voice rang clear in Vivian’s mind '12 hours, hand yourself in or the bullets explode and you die a painful death. Let the driver go.’ She shut it all out, and called towards the wind; at first nothing happened and she screwed her eyes tighter together. Inside her, despite the wounds that were closing up around the bullets; the cells of her body tingled with excitement… adrenaline coarse through her system as the chemicals she had been using to keep herself grounded to the earth and to normalcy slipped away and allowed for pure air to take root. She could hear the wind howling in her ears as she pulled it towards and below the vehicle. It began to wobble, as thought it had been thrown into a dryer, the air hitting it from all sides without consideration for the two people inside the car. Vivian clenched her fists and placed them on the dashboard, gritting her teeth until finally the sound of the wind died down and she could feel herself tugging up and away, as though trying to escape the confines of her seat belt. Opening of her eyes she realised quite suddenly how fast they were raising up above, giving herself the grace to look out of the window, a laugh slipped from her lips.
"I did it! I haven't done this in years. Thought I didn't have it in me anymore... now to get rid of the person on our car. Hold on even tighter. I'm going to deliberately flip the car so she or he or whatever it is, falls off."
She barely gave him a second to hold his breath as she turned her fists over and the car followed her motion, they could hear the sword loosen from the roof of the car before all that was left was a hole and the sound of someone cursing/screaming... their voice being carried away by the wind. Returning the car to an upright position, Vivian sighed now all she had to do was land the car somewhere where there was nothing they would hit or kill.
Stasia watched the news, almost the entire city of London and seen the flying car with Nuvat hanging on for dear life; Stasia had prayed to her ancient too for Nuvat's safe return. She reached up to her throat to touch the necklace that Nuvat and her had gotten on their trip to Amsterdam; it had been another birthday gone by in the dream room where Stasia had wanted to take Nuvat to a place where they could taste the stars; her best friend hadn't quite believed that one could taste the stars... they had been fifteen and champagne had never quite been the same for them since. Afterwards Stasia had bought them matching windmill pendant that were studded with small semi-precious stones like Topaz for Nuvat and Quartz for Stasia. She now traced the necklace and its charm, tucked under her arm was none other than DeViant her elephant.
"Don't flip the car, she's going to FALL! NUVAT!"
Stasia screeched as her best friend and her sword seemed to be dislodged from the car by none other than the wind and the sudden flipping of the car. Stasia stood up and moved close to the screen as the helicopter – one of DeVian's, followed closely behind and captured the whole thing. In her haste to stand up, the nearly dressed elephant plush toy fell to the ground. Scooping it back up and apologising for the harsh movement, Stasia began to pace... she couldn't not look at the screen, whilst she gripped the windmill in one hand and her elephant comfort object in the other. She was going to faint... was she going to faint? Why did her eyes suddenly burn? She blinked tears away... she wasn't sad? She was freaking out? Why was she crying? Rubbing at her eyes it felt like a heat had been transmitted onto her eyelids. 'Blame the moon claimant inside the car. Sour... spicy soup. The stuff that Eric usually orders from the Chinese place. it's going to burn for a little longer until I can rinse my eyes out.' Even though they were in entirely different places geographically, Jillian's voice rang true inside Stasia's mind and the electricity aikekunai chose at that moment to sit down and take a breather. She couldn't even see the tv now but she could definitely hear it. 'Don't worry about the bounty hunter. She landed on her feet. She's pissed.' "Good to know... this sucks." 'DeVian no doubt knows what has happened already. Do try to keep your wife sane whilst we clean this mess up. At least the helicopter is pursuing them... we'll know where they are and then she can send the army for all I care' the cool sensation of water touching Jillian's eyes felt miraculous to Stasia who sighed and fell on her side and onto DeViant. She cuddled into her plush toy and decided that she would take a nap.
"So where should we land? I think I'm about to run out of juice to keep this car afloat and unless you want to be alive.... when we land you ought to tell me where to go from here."
They had been floating at relative distance for the last forty minutes and Vivian could have sworn they had gone over the English Channel by this point (they hadn't but ahh well she could barely tell with all of the cloud cover) she rested her head on her fists which, were beginning to shake... she was bleeding out and she was going to soon pass out and maybe even crash them into a building... she blinked... her vision beginning to blur.
"Hurry... I am losing consciousness.. I was shot... seven times I might add by the sniper... not that you would have noticed seeing as she didn't shoot you..."
She could dream... she shook her head and lifted her head up... her fists were getting tired... she began to lift her fists up and that caused the car to suddenly dip... and her head to crash into the ceiling of the car... jolting her back into full alertness and causing some amount of pain in her body (especially in the areas she had been shot but ahh well). Gritting her teeth she looked down at her bag of supplies. Quinnox had told her that if she wanted to get down from great heights that she had to get absolutely smashed.... she thought for a moment if it was wise to mix fentanyl with...
"Screw it... ok Elyn if you want to get out of this alive and I am aware that I owe you enough dates to last you this life time and then some. I am going to need you to stick every single filled syringe you can find in the bag into my neck, doesn't matter if you can't do it all at once, just so long as it keeps coming. Yes I will be unable to talk and maybe even a little aggressive or agreeable but don't stop ok? I can keep control of the element if that's what you're wondering about. Just do it ok?"
The words rushed out of her mouth and she realised she hadn't taken a single breath during that entire moment... she was really losing it, and it wasn't much helped by the fact that she was bleeding profusely into the car seat, that had meant the bullets weren't normal and as Jillian had suggested would kill her... she cursed herself internally for getting herself... and even Elyn into this mess... she should have picked a human hostage... at least with that she could have dropped the human off; but no she just had to pick a claimant... wouldn't her parents be ashamed of her? She sighed as the first of many needles seemed to be plunged into her neck. She yawned and unclenched her fists, and the car began to descend at a rather relaxed pace back down to the Earth... she would have to make sure they landed softly if they still wanted to be able to drive away from their landing spot...
"Thank you, Elyn... where to next?" |
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