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Post by Lorraine Blackmoore on Apr 2, 2014 6:17:26 GMT
As a small squad, Lorraine, Felix, and the few soldiers tagging along slipped passed the crowd to get around the building with the woman leading them. Luckily with everyone occupied by the king's presence, they went relatively unnoticed though few did turn around to look at them. When they came to the barrack's end, they rounded the corner where Rava lay on the ground attempting to crawl away only to find the pain to unbearable. Felix rushed passed them all to get to the woman, his hunting instincts kicking in and his jaws snapping open as he grew ready to pounce on her. Seeing this, Lorraine let out a sharp whistle that stopped the fox in his tracks though now he was circling around Rava, snarling.
The men that had accompanied her on Rava's capture were now quick to circle around her as well, their weapons drawn and ready to aim at her should she try and attack. The chances were unlikely and even if she tried she was likely not going to do much in her state. Lorraine approached with caution still, her twin swords sheathed at her hip. "You are under arrest," came her words as she removed a set of restraints from her belt. "If you cooperate, no harm will be done to you," she promised then moved to kneel beside her. It was up to Rava now and if she would allow Lorraine to take her into custody.
Rava tied to crawl away , too deep in pain unable to use her legs but she could not give up , if she got caught it was game over . she had no weapons , too much pain to fight , but it was against her own code ,
suddenly everything faded to black , as the bandit blacked out .
(all set up for next thread, Lorraine you can just take her away now)
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Apr 2, 2014 21:11:48 GMT
Caitlin agreed too thoroughly with Ikuze's predictions and quickly led the group back out the doors nevermind the fact that it took a lot of persuading to get inside in the first place. The King had arrived, and the shooting at the barracks was all but forgotten. A small crowd of uniformed soldiers circled around a still form in the lawn. Caitlin stretched on her tiptoes to get a good view. The size of the person fit her suspicions that it was Rava. The hair color too. She heaved an exaggerated, heavy sigh.
"Ikuze perhaps you're right, I'm asking too much of you in this capacity," she lied, "I release you from accompanying me, since I'm no longer on my own. I'm sure there are others who you have business with that could use your time more wisely." She locked eyes with the young woman in the wig. Spread the word, her expression read. She waited to see if recognition would register on the others face before Caitlin would turn back to her other company and carry out the rest of this stately farce and watch the short parade of royals before dispensing with the illusion.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Lorraine Blackmoore on Apr 3, 2014 0:16:50 GMT
Seeing Rava collapse into unconsciousness was relieving because she would not have to fight to get the restraints on nor would the other soldiers surrounding her have to shoot her. Having seen this as well, Felix silenced his snarls then sat beside one of the men near him, his expression soft and gentle once more. "She's going to need medical attention," the woman announced absently to the others as she worked on getting the restraints secured. Once through, she grabbed Rava by the shoulders to sit her up before looking up to one of the men now returning his pistol to its holster. Perhaps Lorraine should have checked for a pulse but there was no need, Rava appeared to be breathing. Stepping aside, the woman allowed the man to lift Rava up before she gestured to Felix to come to her. She lead the way around the building and as they walked she spared a glance toward the platform where her majesty, the high commander, and the king stood, though from where she was, the king was mostly obscured. Thankfully, once again, the crowd was far too busy to notice them and so they went by without further interruption. Inside of the barracks, they were approached by an officer whom they reported to. From there, Rava was handed over to the higher ups and taken into custody.
The thief blinked at first before curtseying. "Of course milady. Just be sure to let your father know as well though... Don't exactly want to lose my job because of miscommunication pardon milady." she said before looking to the other two. "Milord Leland, please take care of the Baroness in my absence." she said demurely and politely given that they were now back outside amongst the crowd, and appearances had to be kept up of course. With a final curtsey she departed, making her way through the crowds, searching for those individuals within it that were of the Brotherhood. Of course some required a slap or two to get the message across to keep their paws off but what were you going to do when walking up to thieves and pirates and crooks whilst dressed as a ladies maid?
Last Edit: Apr 10, 2014 9:57:43 GMT by Ikuze Storm
Skye was too far away from the barracks to hear the window shattering, and much to angry with this supposed King to pay any attention to the movements of the crowd. He had delegated that already. The audacity of the man. Skye's hand tightened on his hilt, wish he could draw the weapon and teach this pompos royal a lesson he would not soon forget. The only thing that stopped him was his duty to the people. To attack the King would incite a war and gaine even more ire from the queen. He had to remember that the Queen could take care of herself, and her words were enough to relax him.
The Queen spoke of the carriage ride and Skye watched as the King nodded and fell in beside the Queen without another word. Likely the man was dissapointed and attempting to determine how to best turn the stituation back to his advantage. Skye fell in behind the King and as they reached the gate, which exited from the platform to the street, Alistair fell in behind the Queen. Unseen, other EIRAL members began to shift positions to cover their transition.
Out on the street, the carriage was waiting hitched to two of the whitest horses Skye had ever seen. They were certainly regal. Alistair moved quickly to open the door and offered his hand to his liege while Skye did the same for the King. Once they were both inside and the door secured, Alistair and Skye took their places on top of the carriage where Alistair took the reigns.
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Apr 11, 2014 7:21:06 GMT
"Yes of course, I won't have him faulting you for this," Caitlin reassured Ikuze for the benefit of witnesses. Despite the unspoken association that Edel had hinted at when it came to the baroness and her extra curricular activities, she wasn't about to confirm them for Lelands sake.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
Post by Stephen Leland on Apr 15, 2014 21:53:39 GMT
A short "Hmph" was all he said to Ikuze's response about picking up work. The Cockfosters must be doing some sort of charity thing if they hired this little menace. The temptation to make a snide remark at her odd hair tickled him but he reminded himself that he must be on behavior. There was no way he was going to slip up again. Suddenly Miss Cockfoster dismissed the girl without a blink of an eye. Either the woman was considerably kind for thinking of her servents or she was just as harsh as the rest of the nobles.... or possibly something else. An unsaid message seemed to pass through the both of them as they stared evenly at each other. As Ikuze curtsied- which was oddly amusing because he did not think the woman even knew how to curtsy- he gave her a nod of his head in farewell. "You have my word Miss" she actually had given him an excuse to stay longer with Miss Cockfoster. He might just thank her later on for that. As the girl left he turned and raised his eye brows questioningly at the two women in front of him "Were to next Madam?"
Post by Edelweiss Fjäril on May 17, 2014 3:01:36 GMT
For the last couple minutes, Edelweiss had been just naturally following the course of events and watching the other 3 interacting... but after Stephen's last question to Caitlin, the redhead also sstarted a constant silent prayer: 'Please not the Sky Ports, please not the Sky Ports, please not the Sky Ports..." Because she knows if they head to there her noble-blooded worker will get airsick from the heights again and she'll have to carry him home again and her back will start hurting like heaven's wrath descended upon her again for the whole day.
"All power tends to corrupt and absolute power corrupts absolutely. Great men are almost always bad men." - John Dalberg-Acton
Post by Caitlin Cockfoster on Jun 30, 2014 6:43:53 GMT
Caitlin feigned a yawn. "Actually, Im terribly sorry but all this excitement has exhausted me. Perhaps another time?" She offered politely as she went through the motions of excusing herself properly.
She sat her glass down next to the decanter and leaned back. This was nice... like falling into a vat of marshmallow fluff. Calm, muffled, the rest of the world blocked out by the closed door to his cabin, and here they were safe inside. Safe from reality, safe from their own complicated lives. Safe from duty. Safe from context. Just. Safe. --Caitlin
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