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Post by spirogs on Apr 9, 2008 20:24:20 GMT -6
"It's a good point... So... the plan is to get tools? Getting weapons would be too suspicious if they were missing when tehy were to give them to us....", Efir rambled.
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Apr 9, 2008 20:45:16 GMT -6
((I might wait for Aly. *writer's block... sorta*))
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Post by spirogs on Apr 10, 2008 7:00:35 GMT -6
((okie))
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Post by Aly on Apr 16, 2008 15:48:45 GMT -6
"That still leaves the question of being caught..."
The Kamen who spoke sat just a little ways off, listening with vague interest to the siblings. Because his armor had been stripped of him, his crimson, blood-stained clothes showed him most likely to be of the Langir clan. With a tender pain in his movements, the Kamen stood to his feet and hobbled over to the two of them. "You are a fair fighter," Tzanif spoke to Efir, "But how do you expect to defend yourself when you are caught. They same goes for you," He motioned toward Wren. "Neither of you can stand against one of those monsters - why bother? Keep your life and enjoy one another while you still have life."
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Post by spirogs on Apr 16, 2008 17:47:02 GMT -6
"He's right..." Efir said, "If we do get caught, there's no real way to beat them. Sure, we can fight bigger creatures... if we outnumber them... But rarely will you find a lone meganus." "However," he started again, "I would rather die than live under theyr controll for their sick fun!"
He paused, noticing the faded color of the other's clothes. "You're from the Langir clan right?"
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Post by Aly on Apr 18, 2008 20:48:42 GMT -6
Tzanif wondered for a moment how Efir could change the topic so quickly. Nonetheless, it served its purpose. "You are true in what you say?" He asked and repeated, "That you would rather die than be in this state?" Placing a hand on both of their shoulders, Tzanif continued in very serious and hushed tones, "That is a noble answer. You asked of my clan; well, you have probably never heard of the Kaled clan. You should be happy to know we specialize in spying missions." Standing erect, Tzanif folded his arms across his chest and stated, "It was a wrong move for them to capture one of the Kaled clan; it shall be our escape."
(( This is not fitting to him being the quiet one! 0o I might have to modify his personality after this. ))
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Apr 18, 2008 21:14:10 GMT -6
((we already have a quiet Procion coming eventually. XD I still got noth'n... *thinks* maybe someth'in....)) "I don't want to clean my brother's remains off the floor of the areana," Wen said quietly, "I'd rather risk dying with him...." she looked up, "do you know a better way to escape?"
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Post by spirogs on Apr 19, 2008 6:11:19 GMT -6
"Kaled?", Efir whispered, "Yep.. never heard of them... So you're saying you know of a way out of here.? A way to escape?"
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Post by Aly on Apr 20, 2008 20:23:56 GMT -6
"I assure you, I will." Tzanif stated with a strong nod. It had not been a long time since the Mengus had captured him, but long enough to witness the cruel deaths of his fellow Kamen. Tzanif was more than ready to return to the freedom of their home.
Bending in closer to the two of them, Tzanif whispered so only they could hear, "The Kaled clan specialized in spying missions; Though the Spiro clan is well experienced in battle, the training of a Kaled is better suited for a delicate situation such as this. You must promise me that you will do nothing rash while I am still searching, though I can give no pledge of how long it will take me. Until we can find an escape from this hell, do not tell the others of whatever we may find. False hope broken is worse than no hope at all."
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Post by The Phantom Squee on Apr 22, 2008 16:37:59 GMT -6
"Nothing rash?" a voice spoke from over Tzanif's shoulder. "Well then, perhaps you should keep your meetings a bit shorter."
The towering Procion squatted on the ground and leaned forward, into the circle of faces. His eyes roved across the three Kamen, the black color of the orbs giving a surreal effect. His coat, tattered and torn, barely clung to his body, which was covered in lacerations--given by Kamen-sized blades, although they looked much smaller against his large form. It was clear he had been made to fight several enemies simultaneously.
"Some of the other prisoners would be more than willing to sell you out if they though it might get them their freedom," Donagh said quietly, and paused. "... But fortunately, I'm not one of them."
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Apr 22, 2008 23:33:44 GMT -6
((yay! Squee's first official rp post here!)) Wen was startled. She didn't know if they really could trust the procion, but she hoped so. She liked procions more than her brother did, and was one to trust easily. That would someday get her in trouble.
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Post by spirogs on Apr 23, 2008 7:55:55 GMT -6
Efir lowered his gaze, almost despizingly. (sp.. ouch) "How do I know we can trust you at all? You've been pretty much marked as a killer in here." He said, pointing at the wounds, "They certainly dont make you fight bigger creatures.", he lowered his tone to a wisper.
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Post by The Phantom Squee on Apr 24, 2008 17:47:49 GMT -6
"You make a good point," Donagh said, leaning back slightly at the lukewarm welcome. Not that he was surprised; after all, he had been made to kill Kamen. Why should they trust him?
"But haven't we all been marked as killers?" he said, inclining his head toward the rest of the room. "You understand, in the arena, it's kill or be killed. We all do what we must to survive."
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Post by spirogs on Apr 24, 2008 18:37:20 GMT -6
"Hunf", Efir snorted, "I suppose." He too had been made to kill in the arena... But so far he didnt have to fight anything 'sentient'... He hoped he wouldnt ever have to. "Your advice for keeping it on the down low is good... I suppose you do have some of our best interests in mind, at least...", he spoke again, "Are you hoping to find a way out aswell? Or do you think your current position is ok?"
------------------------ Rishna, a meganus slave master stared from the balcony down towards the current fight in the pit below. One of his fighters was down there, a half procion named Oinone. This one was renowned in the arena. He had been there for 3 years and never lost a fight. Over time, he had transformed form a survivor, into an skillfull killer. Now he was a big crowd pleaser, and had come to look forward to the fights. "Oy, Rishna, yer boy's doing pretty good, isnt he?" came a voice from behind the Slave Master. He turned to see some of the financers of the arena. "He is. What do you want with him?", he asked, sensing a reason behind their words. One of them grinned. He was mostly natural, but had lost most of his lower body. "Only to raise the bar. You see... so far, Oinone has only fought animals... And It's begining to become 'boring', as some might put it... Even if he IS fighting large creatures solo.", he said. "And so you want to give him real fights, is that it? Fight other fighters?", Rishna asked, "Wouldn't we be killing off our fun?" "That's why we have bounty hunters.", came the reply, "The prices would increase in buying hunts form bouty hunters... but We could also raise the bets considerably in the arena!" Rishna paused for a minute. Oinone had been giving him quite a fair amout of money over the long run.. but now, all bets seemed to fall on him. Maybe if they raised the bar, that could change, and he could become richer! "I accept your proposal.", he answered. "Good! That means we have a almost full house vote.", they answered. "Almost?" "Yes... one of the slave masters doesnt want to give up her already low profit... But I suppose the vote is completely against her." They parted ways, laughing.
"Hunf... Raise the bar... I hope your making a good desision Rishna.", he said to himself, again staring down at his prize fighter.
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Apr 24, 2008 18:52:06 GMT -6
((wait, what? Are the others going to fight him, or are they going to release him and try to track him down again for sport?))
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Post by spirogs on Apr 24, 2008 19:33:19 GMT -6
((Oinone isn't treated much better than the others... he still gets left in the hole the others are in... he just gets better food and respect. He only fights for the fun of it in the arena... but constantly picks fights in the cell...))
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Apr 24, 2008 19:36:34 GMT -6
((uh... not answering my question, but I'm guessing the others have to fight him? XD))
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Post by spirogs on Apr 24, 2008 19:53:20 GMT -6
((probably. But we migth arrange something. I dont want this guy to be a complete maniac or anything... He's still in there.. somewhere =P The kind of character that might die in the end to help the others escape or something... I dunno.. Time will tell.))
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Post by ptsluvsnfl on Apr 24, 2008 20:04:35 GMT -6
((Or Wen might get a crush on him. XD))
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Post by spirogs on Apr 24, 2008 21:16:06 GMT -6
(( hahahah yeah =P))
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