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Post by Sarai Heber on Sept 3, 2007 20:35:09 GMT -5
Sarai groaned inwardly as bitter thoughts raced through her mind, competing for the forefront. The last thing she wanted at that point in time was a tournament. It wasn't as if she didn't get along poorly with the lot of knights already, just add to it all, why don't ya! "Stupid little kid," she muttered once she was far away from the throne room and out on the streets. On the other hand, it would help her to get back at Zambi for being such a coward in the first place...hopefully.
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Post by Aaron Williams on Sept 3, 2007 20:54:33 GMT -5
Come now, I thought that you'd know better than to call me a stupid kid just because I'm out of earshot... A voice rung inside Sarai's head. Right now you are a possible choice for a leader of one of the sects, so I'd look sharp during the tournament if I were you.
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Post by Sarai Heber on Sept 3, 2007 20:57:13 GMT -5
Sarai sighed a bit, but smiled at the idea that she was being considered as a leader. "Sorry..." she muttered under her breath. She felt very stupid for that move, her thoughts having been considering everything but the fact that the Kastell could hear her thoughts. 'That was incredibly idiotic of me...' she thought bitterly.
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Post by belmoon on Sept 3, 2007 21:50:23 GMT -5
Racing into the castle, out of breath, Zambi stopped by the doors to the barracks. His head spun around and around, looking at the other knights wandering about. I...have they already...did they not...argh, he thought, panting even in his head. He sought out the Kastell's "number one fanboy" for info on what happened. Khast would know.
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Post by Sarai Heber on Sept 3, 2007 22:02:55 GMT -5
A frown made it's way across Sarai's forehead as she turned and headed back towards the barracks. There really was no purpose for get to be out on the street at the moment and she really didn't want to deal with the headache she got from cutting through the marketplace. She smirked a bit as she approached the doors and spotted the shark she had been previously hunting. "Zambi, where have you been?" she asked just a little too sweetly. "I believe you've missed our chat and did not reschedule. Why don't we take the time now? I have information you want and you have information I want. Fair, no?"
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Post by priestwarrior on Sept 4, 2007 15:17:44 GMT -5
Thirty-two pages later, Vertigo spotted what he'd been looking for. "Eureka," he said, pausing to jot down an address before returning the folder to Kitty. "Thank you," he called back as he headed for the door.
Vertigo stepped out of the barracks and stopped dead. Sarai had finally cornered Zambi, and what looked to become a very unpleasant interview was getting underway. Vertigo thought a minute, weighing his guilt for being so eager earlier to help Sarai against his dislike for Zambi's thuggish manner, his desire to prevent unpleasantry against his desire to not interfere with Sarai, then decided.
"Oh, Zambi," he said, walking up to the pair. "We missed you earlier. Look, I'm trying to track a criminal down and was wondering if I could borrow you for a moment - I may need back-up, and in the meantime I can brief you regarding the Kastell's announcement. That is, if you're free...?" He cocked an eyebrow politely at Sarai. "If you have no objections, madam?"
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Post by Sarai Heber on Sept 4, 2007 15:23:57 GMT -5
"I believe that my matter of business is more outstanding than yours, Vertigo," she said with a tight smile that did nothing in attempt to reach her eyes. "I believe this chat shall be brief so long as Zambi manages to restrain from doing anything...stupid, shall we say. I'm in a very generous mood at the moment, therefore I can assure you that he will be in your possession unharmed in no time."
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Post by priestwarrior on Sept 4, 2007 15:39:39 GMT -5
Vertigo winced inwardly, a fight with Sarai being the last thing he wanted. "I quite understand your point of view, Sarai," he began, "but my business too is urgent - there is a serial killer loose in Genoa, and every moment we spend delaying brings him closer to his next victim. If you would be generous enough to perhaps wait..." He trailed off at the look Sarai gave him. "Or, um, you could come with us if it's that important," he offered.
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Post by belmoon on Sept 4, 2007 17:50:11 GMT -5
Zambi tried to think quickly. He couldn't just run, since Sarai was too close to escape. The look Sarai was giving the other knight was enough incentive to not attempt running away.
"T-This is serious! Some guy's offing people left and right! As knights, how could we not go after him right away!?" he said, standing up, having caught his breath. "The Kastell's listening, remember." He pointed up in the air at nothing, as if he was referring to a god.
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Post by Sarai Heber on Sept 4, 2007 18:26:41 GMT -5
Sarai just rolled her eyes and looked at Zambi. "If we're lucky, maybe you'll be next," she said, though her tone wasn't as completely iced over as usual. "I suppose I'll come with. I've nothing else better to do anyway, it seems. Oh, and Zambi, next time you make a mess, clean it up. You went beyond overboard on that little mission of yours."
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Post by priestwarrior on Sept 4, 2007 19:01:59 GMT -5
"Alright!" said Vertigo. "Let us be going, then? We can fill you in on the way, Zambi."
Some time later, the three of them arrived at a bathhouse in Lower Genoa. "I just have a few questions for the attendant on duty," said Vertigo. "I will be back very shortly, and then we can get to work." He walked into the bathhouse, leaving Zambi and Sarai in the street with each other.
Fortunately, he was back as quickly as he'd promised. "Right, the suspect was here; the attendant identified him," he said as he showed them a charcoal sketch of a dark-haired hard-eyed youth. "Subject's name is Cristofori Bartolomeo di Napoli, although he's probably not using that name. He entered Genoa yesterday morning by ship, had a run-in with a Red Hand group, stabbed the leader in the shoulder and then escaped into the sewers. Apparently, he came out here, frightening much of the clientele, and escaped in a divided skirt and fur-trimmed cloak. Don't laugh!" he said sternly. "The subject murdered fourteen people in Giotta, three of them children and five of them women; the other six were a fully-equipped, well-trained squad of town guards, whom he killed in one engagement. Subject grew up in that town, and there was nothing to connect him with the murders until he fled town after the engagement with the guard. Once you know that his power is light-emission, you know as much as I do about him. Our protocol from here: a fifteen-year-old boy in women's clothes must have attracted some attention. Split up, ask for information."
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Post by Sarai Heber on Sept 4, 2007 19:30:26 GMT -5
Sarai couldn't help but laugh at the idea of a fifteen year old boy running around in women's clothing. "He sounds like my kinda kid," she said, grinning. "You know, minus the murdering and all. But being able to take on six well trained guards is no small feat, especially when having to do so single handedly." She sighed at having to ask information the easy way. "You know, if you inflict pain, people tend to remember much more vividly. Might I suggest you two pick up on my tactic?"
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Post by priestwarrior on Sept 4, 2007 21:03:24 GMT -5
Vertigo shook his head. "We're supposed to be protecting these people, Sarai, not terrorizing them. Anyway, if you two have no further questions, we'll get started."
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Post by Aiden Chepi on Sept 5, 2007 18:12:23 GMT -5
The crack of a whip sounded. And screams could be heard echoing down the halls of the cement desert fortress. The whip sounded twice more, and a little Khai's screams grew louder. " Silence my child!!" Growled another voice. Khai stood bound by ropes which held his thin wrists. " We don't know your powers yet! You must be perpared for ANYTHING. Even if you do end up with the strong power of Fire which our tribe is known for!" The man yelled again. He threw his hand back, then swung down hard with what seemed to be a firey whip, exploding on the little Khai's back hard. He tried desperately to keep his mouth closed, squealing to himself. " Channel out the Pain!! Leave your physical state of mind. Your enimies won't show you any mercy, Child! FOCUS KHAI!" " Mm. m. Yes.. F-father" Was all the little boy could manage inbetween sobs... The whip cracked again.
"NO!" Yelled Khai, raising from his crumpled position in his office. Intricate swords, daggers, and other various metal weapons hung on the wall. All except one had a reddish tint to them. The one that was a platinum silvery color was the only one in a glass case. It was mounted farthest away from Khai's desk, staring him down. Engraved into the glass in the far right corner was written " Tsorin". He sighed, looking at the magnificent sword. There were many on the wall which tried to duplicate it's beauty, yet none as precise nor as smart as the one labeled "Tsorin".
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Post by Aaron Williams on Sept 5, 2007 19:11:10 GMT -5
"Bad dreams, Khai?" A voice spoke from the corner. It was miraculous that the giant figure of a man had gone unnoticed for so long. He approached Khai, joining him in examining the weapons that clung to the walls, "There is really nothing else to do around here...save watch Kit sleep, and that gets old pretty fast...".
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