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Post by Shay on Sept 2, 2011 19:23:58 GMT -5
Blackness. Shear and total senseless floating. Then reality came in and weighed down perception, but it wasn’t a very lovely discovery. Cool, soft ground was replaced by cold stone and a usual afternoon by a total lack of time and space. Shay wondered where she was, kneeling blindly. People chatted all around, so many people. So much movement in the air. She took this time to recall… She only left her little area a moment, leaving the fire nicely independent. There was too much movement in the forest, though, so she remained cautious until the moment she returned and sat just before the warmth of the blaze. When the first bird fell from its branch, she stood. Other creatures began to lull into a collapse, so she ran until a heavy sensation overtook any chance of escape. A sprint turned into slow strides before she finally began stopping and leaning onto a tree, and then onto her knees, and finally, a collapse. There must have been a chemical in the air, so Shay began deducing. Now then, how many people in the general vicinity, and how long to remove these ropes and ties and whatever else was weighing her down. This was so peculiar, and such a unique situation for her. What on Earth was going on, and where might her protector be now? The thought made her smirk, but then it shocked her. Was this the Guild’s doing? “Do get any ideas, bitch”. Someone must have seen her hands moving, which means someone was behind her. Bruises outlined every tie and strain on her, so any movement was difficult and slow. Hopefully the three, no four, around her were slower. They certainly sounded it. Heavy breathing, the smell of sweat, blood, and hard footsteps; no doubt they were slow enough to handle blindfolded with one hand. Shay lurched her body as to swipe the feet from under the scoundrel behind her with her own bound ankles. He fell heavily and fatefully, for his last heavy breath was release with her free hand to his throat. Pistols locked on to her with many clicks. With the still body beneath her, her hand to his throat, she froze. Why aren’t they shooting, why are they keeping me alive? Shay thought.
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Post by Thufir on Sept 2, 2011 20:03:56 GMT -5
One by one. The smooth, wet stone of a cavern inside a waterfall. A vast, echoing sound, of footsteps, slowly pacing forward, one foot at a time. A bridge across the ravine of cascading water, into another section of the neverending cavern. Damp, shade. A smell of moss and moistness. And then as the echoing became less prevalent, the path led to a new path. This path led to a gate. No. A great door. Torches burned quietly, two hooded figures, hands held behind their backs.
The figure came into view now, also cloaked and hooded, slowly walking towards the two guards, who were weary with sleep, but soon spotted this rare and unforeseen intruder. "You! Stranger! Stop right where you are, hands in the air where I can see them!" One of the guards armed himself with a pistol, and stepped forward slowly, cautiously. The other held out some handcuffs, warily approaching. The cloaked intruder slowly raised his hands in the air, his features too dark to take stock of. The first guard approached with his handgun, and prodded it into the stranger's chest. "What the fuck do you think your do-" An elbow cut the voice short, lunging into his jaw and yanking the head backwards, violently. "GRmph!" The cloaked figure's hand reached out and grasped the pistol from his victims fingers, turning the gun onto the other opponent - who was so stunned, he was still holding up the handcuffs, ready to capture him. Bang. He fell to the ground, a pothole in his chest, right where the heart rested...it rested permanently now. And with his remaining victim barely recovering, the figure grasped him by the throat, tightening their grip, firmly. "Hello there. You don't know me, but I used to live here, I've came back for something that doesn't belong to your kind." There was a popping sound as the cartilage of the guard's windpipe crumbled.
Arrakis dropped the body carelessly, not paying attention to it as the dead guard crumpled to the floor like a ragdoll. Approaching the double-doors, Tung smiled to himself, grimly. He doubted anyone had heard that pathetic commotion. He was to return to the Guild, strictly on business....and probobly on pleasure. They had taken someone from him, who meant a fair bit to him. They had taken her as bait, hoping to lure him in. And without a doubt they had succeeded, for here he was, was he not? Alas, they were about to get more than they had bargained for.
Lifting his leg up in a slow, certain movement, Tung kicked at the doors. Slam. The gates of hell burst open with a thundering cry. Heads undoubtably turned, and sleeping acolytes surely awoke from their sleep. Arrakis slipped on in, calmly making sure that he was out of sight by the time someone arrived to investigate. He turned into another corridor, meeting a novice who most certainly greener than grass. She clutched the telltale Brown-Leather Book. The first book of acolytes - The Art of Theft. It was a beginners lesson in the guild. Tung snatched the book from her arms and in one fell swoop, bludgeoned her over the temple with it, dropping the book as she collapsed into the support of the wall. Then he kept walking, as if it hadn't really happened. Voices could be heard, cries and orders, scuttling and sneaking. Scoundrels arriving to investigate the great double doors, serving as the obvious entrance to their headquarters. Tung stepped into a bedroom to quickly avoid the commotion and detection of the acolytes and officers who would be now patrolling. He was greeted by an older man, greying hair A marauder with bulging muscles and scars roaming his torso. Before the man could release a growl, or gasp or even shout of fury or alarm, Arrakis sent a kick to his groin, and then fired a shot into his temple, spraying grey matter across the well decorated room. Then, no sooner had he entered through one door, Tung exitted, quickly crossing the hallway into the room opposite, which was conveniently unoccupied.
From the piercing sound of the gunshot, the acolytes rushing to the great doors, double backed and rushed to the scene of gore. With their backs turned and their attentions on the corpse in front of them, Arrakis exitted the room once more and kept going down the corridor. Strolling along at a leasurable pace.
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Post by Shay on Sept 2, 2011 21:01:05 GMT -5
People began leaving, but why? She could hear many footsteps from beyond the walls. Unfortunately, out of the three, one gun remained on her. Mostly unfortunate for them, actually. There was a brief stillness in the room while Shay listened to the gun wielder’s closeness. They hadn’t taken their perfectly capable eyes off her. But again, they were slow, as were their eyes. She, on the other hand, had an ability of agility. “You shouldn’t move another inch”, they warned sincerely. But by the time the guild member clicked their gun to ready it, Shay hopped off the cadaver into the nearest corner. There was a bang, then another, and Shay stood in the middle of the room with the second cadaver at her still-bound feet, the first cadaver’s gun in hand. Before anyone decided it would be a good idea to check on their aggravated hostage, the woman dropped the gun and began unbinding her other hand. And then her ankles, knees, and finally, her eyes. The room was surprisingly dim and bleak, lit only by torches hung on stone walls, one of which Shay took. A quick look around the room told her the weapon that had been by her side for many years was not within reach. Blazing orange her eyes became, anger well accented by the glowing orange of the torch flame. Her heart beat like tribal drums from long ago. This was not a night to hold back natural instinct, or abandoned habits. The damp stone walls reminded her too much of the old home back in Rihnun. So did the two breathless bodies. “History doesn’t repeat, but merely rhymes”, Shay whispered to herself. Where to go next. There were surely people beyond the closed doorway. Since this was without a doubt this Guild of Arrakis’, maybe she could wait out his arrival, holding a gun to the doorway for anyone other than him to notice too late. Without her beloved staff, she wondered how long she could hold out with some guns. The metal felt not unlike her usual weapon, though. Might as well take a look around. The door swung open and she appeared in the middle of the hallway, aimed and ready. It was…empty. What fools these people were. Did they strive to fail? Or did they fear Arrakis Tung that much. Regardless, Shay used this distraction that she assumed was him to find her ‘tree branch’, so Thufir had quite properly named it. That made her smile a moment as she ventured out.
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Post by Thufir on Sept 3, 2011 20:36:12 GMT -5
Strolling along, Tung now had two pistols, collected from two seperate Scoundrels. He kept walking, observing the dark red corridors, lit only by sparse torch lamps on both sides. Stopping in one patch of darkness, an acolyte paced forward, paralell to him, clutching a sword and poising it, in a prepared offensive manner. Arrakis stepped out from the dark spot, and placed a hand on the man's wrist, keeping the sword infront of him, before lashing out with his pistol, plunging it barrel-first into the man's throat. Once. Twice. The man dropped forward, his sword clattering onto the marble floor, his flinching face thudding against the tiles.
Once again, he kept walking, still calmly, leaving a trail behind him, instilling paranoia. Turning the corner of the corridor, gasps and shouts could be heard, as more Acolytes discovered a new body, barking orders to find the intruder. And the first signal of fear. "It's Him. I just know it is. Look, don't ask questions, do your fucking job. You shoot first and you don't ask questions later. Find that hostage, and kill her, I don't care what you do to her. I want this finished." Tung took that as a clear sign. He doubled back and turned the corner once again, pulling out his second pistol and taking aim. Crack. Crack. Crack. Crack. Two bodies dropped to the ground, but a third had been missed - the Acolyte who'd been given orders disappeared from sight, and not conventionally either. He hadn't taken into account the gifts of others.... The acolyte had simply sprinted directly at the wall, and as Tung had turned the corner, he had disappeared through it. Vanishing. He was going to carry out his orders.
Arrakis turned and broke into a faster work than before. A march-like pace.
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Post by Shay on Sept 4, 2011 8:34:37 GMT -5
She peered carefully and cautiously through another door, and another, and another, and discovered nothing of what she was looking for. Not her weapon, nor an exit. It seemed as though she were to stick with guns and corridors. With a heavy sigh, Shay looked into one more room before accepting that fate, but soon realized it was one room too many. She quickly slammed it shut before the gruesome sight could weigh heavy on her mind. An unfortunate creature, bound in the same fashion Shay had been, was left there, apparently forgotten like dust, in such a small room with no windows or light or even the soft touch of a breeze.
The fear of such disgusting containment was quickly brushed from her thoughts as she turned a corner to meet many more guns aimed for her. Echoes of exploding gunfire were earsplitting, but they soon ended with a series of clicks as the Acolytes reloaded. Shay took this chance and appeared from behind the corner, firing into the skulls of one, two, three, four, five of them within a couple seconds. She waited on the other side, catching her breath, not daring to turn the corner until she knew they were all dead or running. No sound being made, the woman peered into that hallway. Another gun fired and clipped her cheek. They were fast, but faster than her? Shay tested this question and darted around the corner, which the gunman clipped. She appeared again much closer by the wall, which the gunman again fired at and left a nice size dent in the stone. At last, her gun aimed at the back of his skull, it was her turn to fire. He hadn’t even turned around before his forehead went missing in a bloody mist. The wanderer collected all the guns she could, tucking them into her belt and staff holder. Fortunately, they were all conveniently reloaded for her. She wouldn’t have known how to do so herself.
Shay had no idea of how to get out of this irritating maze. There were neither maps nor blueprints in nice little frames on the wall, and there were probably many more death traps around many more corners. Opening one more door, Shay sighed in relief. A lush little library. How so very convenient. She entered with more caution than ever as a couple books fell to the floor with an echoing clap. Her two ready guns remained aimed toward the still shaking bookshelf. Something wanted a death sentence. The gun in her right fired once to try and scare the soul out of hiding. Taking the hesitation into account, Shay darted behind a desk to hide, two guns remaining on their mark.
He kept his sights locked. Ex-consular Tung will not escape these walls alive nor dead. “And where might you be headed in such a hurry?” A wiry, sickly looking man stood at the end of the corridor, his boney features accentuated by torch light. He tucked the greasy black hair behind an ear and took an offensive stance, two blades at the ready, reiterating his thought, “You will not escape these walls, Arrakis, alive nor dead.” His name came out as a sharp hiss.
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Post by Thufir on Sept 4, 2011 10:18:10 GMT -5
Tung came to a halt no sooner than he had began his march. "I barely recognised you." Spoke the ghoul, blankly staring at the old ally infront of him. He was never really an ally to begin with anyway. "Who said anything about Escaping? Really, did you think I came here just to free some woman?" Arrakis smiled now, stepping forward, slowly without raising his pistol to match the offensive stance of his adversary. "You know something? I don't even remember your name. That doesn't stand you in good stead, considering the current deathtoll of nameless Scoundrels, I've recently slaughtered." Tung now laughed, mist hinting on his breath, foretelling of things to come perhaps. You should know, I'll take great pleasure in rendering your judgement! Arrakis lunged forward in a blur of mist.
The one that got away. The Acolyte named Atlas, rushed forth, the dimensions blurred infront of him, passing through walls, bookshelves, doors, windows. He felt the presence of people, momentarily as he blurred past into the next room. The as he gradually came closer to the holding areas, he came to a slowdown before pressing himself up against a wall and gasping for breath. She would be in the next room.... Drawing his pistol, he turned from the wall, threw open the door and stormed in to find... Two bodies, one Marauder and one Acolyte.
The prisoner was now at large.
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Post by Shay on Sept 4, 2011 11:31:55 GMT -5
“Come out. I will let you live if you drop your weapon and leave.” Nothing but apparent stillness followed. Death, it is. She sprinted to the other end of the shelves, aiming down the aisle, but there was nothing to shoot. Maybe it was simply paranoia. Shay dismissed it and, without a second thought, bolted the heavy door before looking further into the library. It smelled of leather bound books, dust, and death. The stories within these pages were vulgar, and she tossed aside their useless filth. She just wanted a map of some sort. Then a scarlet red mass of text found its way into her hands. The binding was perfectly solid, the pages crisp. The gold print on the cover read, “Lorem Legionem”. We are Legion. Curiosity got the better of Shay as she sat against the shelf and read on through the pages.
Arrakis in this state of matter would render Marshall’s blades useless. He ran them fast and sharp along the walls, creating a rancid screech that he himself could barely stand in hopes of slowing down the enemy’s charge. He then ran the corner and prepared his swords for the moment Arrakis would become flesh and blood again. His plan was to decapitate the traitor as soon as he turned the corner, and his hand was ready. “Oh how nice that would look in my new office, atop the other taxidermy”, he thought with a grave smirk.
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Post by Thufir on Sept 6, 2011 18:43:02 GMT -5
The Coward opposing him fled like a scared dog, blades screaching across the walls, he turned the corner of the corridor out of sight. And none the wiser, Arrakis pursued, his cloak of mist and vapour bringing him closer to his all-powerful state. The Avatar of Arrakis Tung. The walking figure of mist, maim, kill, burn. Yes! Flee! Tung turned the corner, greeted by his old foe. Poised and ready.
Atlas crept silently into the library, led here by a series of chance observations. The sound of the opening of doors, the footsteps he managed to catch as he walked through a wall. He had found her. She held that pace that suggested she was being cautious, and was in unfamiliar, dangerous territory. Now in the library, Atlas kept his hand close to his holster, ready to draw a knife for a quick, bloody, kill. He didn't see her, but he could feel her there. The tenseness of the atmosphere. Or perhaps the turning of pages. Shay stood there, gazing at a book. The very book she shouldn't be reading. Lorem Legionem The acolyte stepped forth, silently, slowly. He was closer now, but he wanted to get close enough to read the nametag on the back of her shirt, or smell the perfume on her. Quietly, cautiously, he started to draw his knife. SLLLLLL The sound of a blade being removed from its sheath.
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Post by Shay on Sept 6, 2011 20:00:49 GMT -5
What were these people? This guild had nothing to do with sanity or reason. Everything in this gruesome book was of torture and depravity; topics ranged from conditioned psychosis and the perfect madman to bloodless kill tactics and how to manage mass murder. Rape to maim and steal to degrade was a common theme. Even worse, a section talked about how each and every guild member had not a singular identity, but the identity of the single organism that was manipulated as a whole by an unnamed council. These guild members lost their identity and will through this brainwashing process to be nothing but threads in a mass puppet. It sent a chill through Shay. They needed to leave immediately, she thought, almost shivering a little. Not from fear, but from abhorrence. It sickened her to be so closed in with all these insanities. But then… Shay flicked her eyes up from the inexplicable text. Just at that moment, an almost muted sound of imminent failure captured her attention. There had to be someone there. It was almost as if she could feel the breaths of the enemy, slowing coming closer, gradually bringing an end… No more of this. No more regrettable discoveries and no more of these unsavory dogs. The wanderer jolted from her spot to the door, the red book falling to the floor with a loud, echoing crack. She wanted to destroy it, but that would be good enough for now.
Marshall whimpered when the inhuman specter took shape instead of the flesh and blood of some feeble man like himself. His blades dropped with a clatter as he ran as fast as he could. Panic struck a chord, and he couldn’t even think to look back. He was too afraid. Poor boy.
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Post by Thufir on Sept 6, 2011 20:17:40 GMT -5
Tung bounded, hardly making a sound, other than the sound of swishing in the air or of a wind and water tapping on the ground as his pseudo-self chased the coward Marshall. Your death is imminent, your escape is futile! Arrakis dived forward, his arms in an arcing, clawing sweep, launching himself at Marshall, going in for the kill, for the gore, for the spilling of blood.
Atlas edged closer, knife in hand, almost close enough to grab the woman by the hair and slice through her throat - and then no sooner had his foot rested on the ground in front of him, she bolted. Shay had ran to the door, making a quick exit, but Atlas was still behind her, knife in hand, his eyes wide with the desperation and excitement. And as she approached the door, he readied himself to simply slip straight through it, not even slowing down. He would pursue her and catch her, and then kill her. And the more she ran, the more chance there we for her to run into more Scoundrels. She was marked, and he was going to catch her.
The First Man of the Council sat in his leather chair, staring at the painting infront of him. Behind him stood a woman, pale and deathly thin, equally enthralled by what she saw on the picture. For the picture was moving, a moving image of what was going on. Of Tung and the gore - bright colours and deep reds. And of Shay, the captive who was running for her life. The Second Woman of the Council spoke hoarsely, her voice was like charcoal or granite. "The woman must not leave this place. She knows about us, perhaps it was unwise to have chosen her as the bait-" "And you would have more of our kind simply chase the Ghoul down, adding to the escalating body count? Oh please, do not make observations through a blind pair of eyes! She was a necessary risk, she will die, and So will Tung. Everyone else is expendable." "This is pointless, we should intervene, we must kill the Ghoul immediately, and have the girl removed from this world. I care not how. Put her in a room of marauders, or torture her or execute her infront of the young ones, just kill her." The woman turned to walk away but stopped short, turning back to stare at the painting. They had to know what was happening in their stronghold. The fear was there, Arrakis was coming.
They were trying to buy sand for their hourglasses. He wasn't selling any.
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Post by Shay on Sept 7, 2011 14:23:50 GMT -5
The guild member tripped and fell in a panic. “My name is Marshall, and I will not die nameles…” The rest of those words were lost in a gurgling shriek as blood was strewn in a single pattern across the stone. The door unbolted within a blink of an eye. Just before rushing through, Shay looked back to meet the wild eyes of a lunatic. The sight lurched her heart, and adrenaline began coursing like a shockwave. She rushed through and down the hallway, hoping to lose the enemy with such a fast pace. The air caught up to her as a breeze, causing torches to growl as it brushed past. There was only a matter of time until she found some sign of an exit. Everything looked the same, give or take a couple acolytes with confused expressions when they found themselves pushed aside by a blur. With another sudden turn, she saw fresh blood splattered from a distance. Wrong turn. Shay turned back and went into a room, slamming the door behind her. Thankfully it was empty. And well lit. It looked like a simple office, maybe one of which that contained a map. With this in mind, she quickly shuffled through papers and folders, looking for anything with a clue as to how to get out, or where she was exactly. Attention remained secure on the door.
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Post by Thufir on Sept 9, 2011 9:57:54 GMT -5
Atlas chased relentlessly, until the pace of Shay drastically increased. Within moments, the prisoner had outrun him, and managed to evade many of his brethren, while putting herself well, out of sight. Not wishing to chance it, Atlas kept running, sure of himself that she would have stopped further down. Brushing past the other Acolytes, the man dived through a door, and landed on the otherside with a roll... The woman was nowhere to be seen.
Slowly getting to his feet, the mist of Tung began to fade away, reething from him and disapearing. The walls were moist with condensation, and at his feet the vast pool of blood had barely even touched his clothes. Only his black boots were stained by the crimson underneath him. Smiling to himself, Arrakis began to walk away, pleased with the result. "Amateur. You always were a nameless moron. Just with a title or pseudonym." Something caught his eye, the image of Shay perhaps, she was sprinting for dear life. And then a pursuer, intent on finding her. Tung smiled to himself once more, a gleam in his eye. He was closer now, and she had escaped. That had its good points, and bad.
Pacing down the corridor once more, Tung ducked into a room as a group of Scoundrels came to investigate the commotion that had just occured. Their gasps and readying of weapons was a good sign. Inside the room, Arrakis found that it was empty, but also found that it didn't have any other exit. On inspection of a few drawers and strongbox's, he did find some ammunition, and a rather nice hat. He kept the pistol clips, and left the hat where it was....Althought he might come back for it later, once he was sure it wouldn't get messy.
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Post by Shay on Sept 10, 2011 0:29:26 GMT -5
All the crisp white papers that littered the floor were death certificates, but Shay didn’t care. They were probably all just from scoundrels who had too little a life to really have died. Passing was simply a sentence into their escape. But one document she took a long note of, one of Arrakis’. One of five. She then wondered if he even took death seriously anymore. Someone brought back that many times must have very little faith in the permanence of it all. Maybe even become reckless, or overtly confident. Surely, if he was here, there was a bit of both.
The search continued. Then finally, within the desk’s center drawer, a fold out map lay clearly. She quickly spread it out over the surface and held her breath. What she found was an insanely complicated series of tunnels and rooms with levels going deeper underground. And the deeper it went, the more gruesome their purpose. She saw rooms labeled specifically for the agony of prisoners, and some even for the guild members. For training. But that was of no concern. They weren’t going anywhere near there, she was assured herself. Her only thought was of how to leave. Placing a finger on a part labeled ‘holding cells’, Shay assumed this was where she had been kept, and thus, retraced her tracks. Down the hall, a corner turned, into the library. Then leaving the library, turning this corner, that corner…and finally in here. The room read, “Atlas Study’. Peculiar title for a room, she thought. It had nothing to do with Earthly studies or anything of the like. Now where was the exit? A large doorway was drawn, and she assumed this was it, and if that were the case, it wasn’t much further. Just a couple more hallways. Shay then paused. But what if Thufir really was here, and what if he didn’t know she left? Would he escape? Maybe I’ll find my answer if I just head in that direction. If he had been here, his footprints would be of blood.
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Post by Thufir on Sept 12, 2011 18:28:27 GMT -5
Atlas searched more, weaving in and out of rooms, checking hallways, and backtracking repeatedly. She wasn't there. She just wasn't. It was like she had just disappeared into thin air! His sprint had now slowed to a run, and gradually to a walk. His breath revealed the slow, encroaching fatigue that was arriving at last. His shirt and trousers were drenched with sweat, and the tie that he was wearing had started to tighten around him with the accidental tugging and catching off of objects and Atlas' own movement. Staggering now, he finally approached his room, dismayed that for the first time in his life, he had lost his victim. Such failures were punished heavily in his line of work. Not bothering to open his door - as he never did - Atlas simply stepped through the oak gateway into his bedroom, leaving behind the chaos of the Acolytes in the rest of the building. However, what he found on the otherside caught him completely off guard.
Tung left the room and stepped back out into the hallway, greeted by two Marauders, running at a slow pace, to the right of him. Glancing at him, both undoubtably had to look twice, as the one-eyed guild-legend lunged forward. Arrakis struck the first man in the stomach before crouching and striking him once more in the groin. Then turning with a waver of mist, he lept onto the back of larger Marauder, who towered over the average man, in a hulking figure. Once ontop of the giant, Arrakis struggled to avoid the reaching hands, ducking and leaning away, before finally putting the bullet into his thick, skull. The towering cadaver collapsed to the floor, forcing Tung to roll forward on impact. Getting to his feet swiftly, he started to run down the hallway, from where the two Scoundrels had came. Once again he was attracting attention, forcing groups of Acolytes to double back to check the screams and gunshots. Finally, the Ghoul came to a stair well, and began to take the stairs down. Just by one floor. To enter a new section of the Waterfall Cavern. The Lesser Dungeons. A place of 'lesser' horrors apparently. Arrakis knew that this was the place where captives were generally held...or was it on the floor he had just been on..the holding cells. He stopped midway, and frowned in frustration. It had been a while since he had walked these floors and travelled these tunnels and corridors. .....He wasn't lost...but he didn't know his way anymore.
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Post by Shay on Sept 13, 2011 14:58:24 GMT -5
Shay never heard any sign of movement, not even the door open. That’s why, upon glancing up from the map, she made a short gasp and stepped back a moment. But this moment of shock, despite it still lingering in her rapid-pumping heart, was quickly forgotten; within a second, a pistol was aimed for his perspiring forehead. Finding her voice, Shay observed him and his current state, “You appear desperate. Did you have a hard time keeping pace?” There was a pause taken to steady her hand. “How did you enter here as you did?” Her tone suggested more of a demand for an answer than a request. It would be nice to have the staff back. The gun felt more foreign and unfamiliar than Shay anticipated. It was, however, easy. The quick eye she held worked seamlessly in aiming, especially with long distances. One disadvantage, however, was its lack of fluidity; the bullet went in a straight path that couldn’t be deterred. The blade this woman was use to could be easy manipulated. Well, at least she wouldn’t have to get up close. Staying a good distance from this blood-enthusiast was the only concern.
“Why don’t you make your way down here, Arrakis?” A strong, feminine voice came from the shadows below the stairs, its origin unseen. “We can remind you of your pleasure in the guild, and give your life purpose again.” The origin of the voice was watching him, staring as he stood puzzled in the middle of the stair well. She could tell who he was looking for. “You can also stop looking for her now. Atlas will be finished soon enough.” He never failed, and everyone knew that. This woman, especially, was confident in that. Waiting for Arrakis’ descent into the darkness, her hand brushed a series of syringes bound to her thigh. Even if he didn’t descend into the lower levels now, he would eventually. The guild would have him again, in one form or another.
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