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*Suspenseful music plays*
Leo
Great blue stars. Leo’s teeth clenched. A tail, here, halfway home. These creeps really hard no discretion. “Good man. On Zero.”
Three.
He tapped his com unt to alert Silvia.
Two.
Silvia even with them under the pretense of taking Quincy. Her eyes were sharp, fingers twitching over her pocket.
One.
Leo raised the sensitivity of his mic until their footsteps clicked in his head.
Zero.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork(lol. I have no idea where we’re going and so I didn’t know what else to RP. We can lose him as soon as you like.)
Rory
On Zero Rory, Leo, and Silvia all hesitated a step, throwing the rhythm off just barely. For a flash of a second Rory heard two steps. Then, the sound was gone, masked once more in the rhythm of their own steps.
Whoever was behind them knew what he was doing. He was good.
Rory felt a shiver run down his spine, and he glanced over at Leo. One word rang through his mind. Agent.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Gotcha. We’re either going to an apartment flat, or their ship the Mantis, you pick.
Silvia
Number sequences flashed across her tablet. She stifled a groan. They had a tail.
A drop of sheer terror made her dizzy with the images, the sounds parading through her head. Pounding feet. Sharp metal. Blood.
She sucked in a deep breath and her tablet came back into view. Had that really been this morning?
She rubbed her forehead and tried to focus.
Leo
Rory’s face was pale, Silvia’s gaze unfocused, hazy. Leo grit his teeth. “I’m not leading this creep back home, even if we have to leave him beat up on some side street.”
Of course, if there happened to be more than one, that particular plan would get messy what with Quincy involved. Best to avoid conflict. He brushed a curl out of Silvia’s face, wincing when she jerked away with a cry. Then her eyes focused on him and she blinked. Come on, Sis.
He lifted Quincy from Silvia and handed the kid to a startled Rory before taking his sister’s hand.
“Alright crew, follow me.” Leo dove behind a row of hedges at a breakneck run. Time to get lost.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkOh my goodness. I can’t believe you just handed a kid to Rory. *silently dies* this is going to be great!
He needs something to fight for beyond his own survival.
Ummm….. whatever you would rather. i don’t care. Leo is leading which means you’re picking.
Rory
There coming. there’s no escape. there never is! Rory couldn’t breathe, he felt like he was going to panic. Don’t, Rory! Don’t! Stay calm, stay focused.
Leo hefted Quincy from his sister’s arms and hefted him against Rory. Rory startled and grabbed into Quincy as Leo let go. He stared down at the little boy, who looked back at Rory with a wary expression.
“Leo I–”
“Alright crew, follow me,” Leo said as he grabbed Silvia’s hand and dove behind a row of hedges.
Quincy seemed to have made up his mind about Rory, for he didn’t push away, and– thank goodness– he didn’t activate his shield. Rory pulled the kid tightly against his chest and took off running. It’s just like carrying equipment. He’s a backpack.
But something in Rory knew that was definitely not true. behind him, he could hear running footsteps. Rory looked ahead and pressed Quincy’s head against his shoulder with his hand. He clenched his teeth and broke into an extra burst of speed. As he felt Quincy’s warm little body against his own, something began clicking into place, and a wild protectiveness leapt from inside of Rory.Whatever happened, he was going to do anything to keep this child safe. Forget about what the Agents might do to him. Nothing was touching Quincy.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
*Cackles* *Grins*
I love it. Quincy seems good at activating ProtectMode in people. I need to tie that into the book.
Alrighty then.
Leo
The row of hedges ended in another lane. Leo turned up it for a few feet before darting around a large glass greenhouse with a gasped out prayer. He sent a glance over his shoulder.
Rory was catching up. The you man’s eyes were sharp over the top of Quincy’s small head. Leo mentally smiled as he focused forward again.
An intersection loomed up before them. Leo took the street that would loop them back into the city. Brick and concrete soon took over the grass of suburbs. Old brick, likely a historic down town or something.
Time to change things up, because Silvia was gasping for breath, exhaustion creeping into her every stride. Leo tightened his grip on her hand. They needed a place to hole up.
He cut into another street. Three storefronts, a boarded up hotel, and a church. He picked the church.
Four steps led up to a large wooden door, which was, happily enough, unlocked. Leo held the door open long enough for Rory to blow past him, then slammed it shut and turned the deadbolt.
Quiet descended. It was a beautiful old building with white plaster moulding along the ceiling and hardwood floors. Light danced through high stained glass windows.
“Let’s find the back door.” Leo whispered, more out of the calm quiet of the place than a fear of being overheard.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkYes he is! he’s such a darling.
Rory
Rory paused and looked about, his eyes wide. There was something about this place. It wasn’t just the quiet and sense of protection. No, there was… peace. Yes, that was it. Peace. Something Rory had never truly felt.
Leo was moving forward, saying something about the back door, but Rory stood still, staring up at the arched ceiling. He Took a few steps to the side, drawn by rainbow-like colors streaming out over the white walls. He looked up and came face to face with a window. It was made of many different colors of glass, and depicted the image of a shepherd with a lamb on his shoulders. The shepherd was young, his face and arms cut and bleeding and his clothing torn, but there was such a look of gentle joy in his eyes, that Rory found he’d lost his breath. “What is this place?” He whispered.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Where are we in terms of distance from the school? Are you guys intending to disappear or…? XD
Edit: And are you planning some kind of fight? *Audible confusion*
#ProtectAdolinKholin
Eh, not very far? But also not close at all. I’m just trying to save Rory’s (and now Leo’s) life. XD
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork@koshka Do your characters need assistance? U’m kind of bored right now, so punching something would bring me joy.
#ProtectAdolinKholin
Leo
He paused mid step and looked back at the kid.
Quincy had looped an arm around Rory’s neck, and was reaching out dusty fingers for the glass. He giggled. “Roror, it’s God’s house.”
Roror? Leo smiled, feeling all the tension from the last few hours drain from his shoulders. And not just him; Silvia sank down on a pew nearby, her head falling back to rest against wood. He turned to walk up beside Rory, who was staring up at the window. Leo’s smile softened.
“It’s the Good Shepherd.”
Rory looked at him. “Who?”
Leo felt his throat bunch up. He swallowed and nodded back at the window. “The Good Shepherd who gives his life for the sheep. It’s what Jesus called himself. When he came to rescue us.”
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkThere’s currently an agent outside the church somewhere looking for us that you could probably pound. I locked the church door, but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t have an idea of where we went.
…Or I could drop Leo’s bounty hunter somewhere for you to beat up. That could be fun.
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the GorkAce could target Seb since he’s Dante’s buddy if you want. Though I doubt that would be much of a fair fight unless I experimented with giving Ace some extra abilities maybe
🎵It takes a long time to wait 🌻
Yeah, not much of a fight.
We’re just having some good running and precious moments.
lol.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Rory slowly shook his head. “Rescue us? From the Government?” He gave a short of laugh that ended more like a choked sob. “He can’t. One man against the Agents? And a shepherd no less?”
Rory bit his lip. Tears were stinging his eyes, and he didn’t know why. For one moment, looking up at that picture in the glass, he had felt safe. For a moment it seemed as though everything was going to be alright. But now… Rory’s shoulder’s jerked and he clenched his teeth, forcing back his tears. He turned slightly, and the bright colors of the window fell on his cheek. Quincy was looking at it over his shoulder now, but Rory refused to look back. He couldn’t. If he felt that wonderful peace and hope again, he was certain it would kill him to have it torn away and dashed to nothing when reality struck.
Man is born for the fight, to be forged and molded into a sharper, finer, stronger image of God
Leo
Dear God. Help me. He knows so little, and I have no clue what to say. He stared at the back of the boy’s head, trying to find the right words.
“No, Rory. He rescues us from Hell. From death and torment forever. The government hasn’t and won’t be around forever. So Rory,” He settled a hand on the boy’s shoulder, brushed the hair out Quincy’s face. “What makes life special? People special?”
First Grand Historian of Arreth and the Lesser Realms (aka Kitty)
Fork the Gork
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