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Rest and Recovery... and Running - King Axorn - 08-05-2015
Axorn screamed in pain as the block of ceramite-infused concrete bashed into his head, breaking a cheekbone and causing him to spurt out a fountain of blood from his mouth and nose, as he staggered backwards, dropping his beloved sword to the ground. Axorn took his time to recover from the blow, using it instead to survey his surroundings. Half the museum looked as though it had been blown up, with sections of wall missing all over the place, making the museum similar to a slice of swiss cheese. The other half of the building was infested with a bluish-purple flesh, covered with eyes and screaming mouths, making the entire thing look like something out of a horror movie. Down below Axorn could hear the voices of dozens of storm troopers as they began to flood every last inch of the building.
"Sqaudron A," said a voice, most likely the commander for this investigation. "secure a five block police check, no one is allowed to enter or leave the area until this investigation is over, you copy?"
"Sir, yes, sir!" Squadron A responded.
"Squadron B, spread out and apprehend the suspects."
"Sir, yes sir!"
"Crap," Axorn swore. "I don't have much time to find my friends and get out of here. I'd better get to work."
Just as Axorn was about to get up, a beacon of pain lit in his right wing, causing him to wince as he stood up. Okor had just jumped off the building, leaving Axorn to wonder what he was doing. Just then, a few storm troopers ran up to the top of the stairs and started firing, causing Axorn to whip around, his mouth ablaze, and burn those few to the ground, while also creating a barrier of fire, burning up any more who tried to pass through. That won't hold for long, Axorn thought. but it'll do for now. Axorn turned back around, grabbed his gunblade off to ground and raced off deeper into the vortex of chaos that used to be the Coruscant museum.
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After a few hours of searching and dodging storm troopers, Axorn found Triest, passed out one floor below him, and surrounded by chatting storm troopers.
"Hey, did you guys see the game last night?" one said.
"Yeah, we won 16-4, we're totally going to win the cup this year." another replied.
"Hey guys, what kind of creature do you think this kid is?" a third questioned.
Just then, Axorn rushed in, sliding below the gunfire and slashing at the troopers' legs, causing them to fall over. Axorn quickly finished them off with a few bursts of flame, before slinging Triest over his shoulder with his free hand, and running towards the writhing, blue-purple mess that was the other side of the museum, in an effort to find Erik.
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After a few more fights with the local law enforcement, Axorn finally made it to the other side, only to be halted by an invisible psychic field that drove him mad every time he tried to push through. I just need to hope Erik is OK in there, if only I was strong enough mentally to get in. I guess we'll just hide and wait for him here. After thinking this, Axorn dove into an intact, and quite spacious janitorial closet, hiding in the shadows, wincing at every scream from the twisted form of the other side of the museum, ready to twist the neck of any storm trooper who tried to enter.
Re: Rest and Recovery... and Running - Triest - 08-06-2015
Chaos and confusion. Only moments after Tartaros had made his quip, the area had begun to raise hell with the stormtroopers opening fire. Even if Triest wanted to finish this man off, which he didn't really have the time to think about, the bolts of light and accompanying explosions would have taken them both out. Triest leaped off from his quarry, abandoning him to his fate, and started sprinting down the hallways. Well, as best that he could. The adrenaline couldn't blot out all the injuries that he had taken, and thinking anything rational was beginning to become a chore.
"Have to... find... a way out!" Triest thought to himself, grimacing, before remembering a key detail.
Oh right, he had something called a cloaking device. That might be useful. Just a little bit.
Triest quickly activated the cloaking device, before slowing his pace, allowing himself to catch his breath. He gave a quick survey of the area. From all the combat, missed shots, and flamethrowers, this area was a complete disaster. Triest could hear the manager of the museum now, complaining on what a travesty his pride and joy had become, and that he wanted all of those responsible arrested. Arrested... right... somehow Triest didn't think their informant did much to slow the guards, or keep their names clear, considering they were being shot at. Luckily though, it seemed as if the guards were terrible at keeping the lower sections of the city cleaned, considering Erik managed to enlist a few thugs from down below. Speaking of which, where were those hooligans? They probably absconded early in the fight, or were currently being filled with blaster fire. They were worthless anyways, so who cares? Actually now that he thought about it, they probably just stole a few things along with just retreating.
The escape was going just fine. Triest was invisible, and practically waltzing between enemy formations, well, more like hobbling. The marauders were running off as well, although Triest wasn't sure about the artifact. On second thought, to hell with that thing. He almost got killed over that, and for what? Was there even a payment? Or was he just doing this out of the good of his heart? He did feel... suspiciously stronger however. Like something had begun to blossom inside of him, but wasn't quite in bloom yet. He would have to reflect on that later, but right now wasn't the time.
And then Triest made a particularly... short-sighted error. There was a blockade of soldiers in front of him. No problem, just climb the walls. He used a nearby stand for an exhibit as a boost to start climbing, but... he knocked over the priceless antique in the process. The pot tumbled over, and shattered, piercing the veil of gunfire that had consumed the building.
Triest froze. So did the squad.
Someone yelled something, then Triest yelled something, and now he was running. Well more like tumbling through the air as an explosion tore him from his perch and into the wide room ahead. Just as quickly as the situation went down, so did Triest.
He had a strange dream. One that came and went with blazing speed, and left him sick in the head. He was just exploring this old abandoned ruin, found an inter-dimensional portal, before being slung to a whole new world, where he met with a dragon and a psionic before being shot at over some artifact. Oh... wait...
Well that was on hell of a first day in the Omniverse. Triest hoped to never experience that again. Somehow, he doubted that would happen.
Triest felt himself on a cold floor, his vision blurry but slowly coming back to him. He felt pain all around him, but most importantly, his lack of two of his limbs. Well, that was the first, and hopefully last time he would ever experience dismemberment. He gazed around the spinning, nauseating room, his vision finally focusing on a familiar face. Axorn!
"Is this prison? Where are we?" Triest rubbed his head, looking around, "Today just keeps getting better and better."
Quote:[spoiler]Looks like Erik escaped to the Nexus on the previous thread. We'll be waiting a long time if we wait for him. Like, eternally maybe.[/spoiler]
A change of heart. - Erik Vrell - 08-07-2015
Erik was about to pass through the gate when he felt a pang of guilt. Could he just leave his friends to rot? He sighed. He would retrieve his prize another time. He turned and charged back towards the museum. He slowed his pace as he arrived at the museum and peaked in through one of the normal windows. A group of storm troopers were stationed inside and he could sense Axorn and Triest in a janitors closet nearby. 'Not my first choice for a hiding spot but whatever.' Thought Erik. He couldn't fight the soldiers head on so he needed a plan. He noticed a tree nearby the was partially uprooted in the recent battle nearby. 'That'll do.' He thought.
Axorn and Triest waited for Erik in the janitors closet and were starting to worry. They had been waiting for sometime and were worried that the psychic had abandoned them. Most of the troopers had left already and they thought they would have to fight their way out when they heard a window shattering and a scream that was muffled by a crashing noise. After a few moments, the closet door opened and the duo saw Erik standing I front of them, carrying a tree with is telekinesis. His eyes were ablaze with purple energy and he had a few bullets wounds, but nothing serious. "Sorry if I'm late." Erik said as he dropped the tree as far his eyes faded back to blue. "Those warp fire burns are nasty."
Re: Rest and Recovery... and Running - King Axorn - 08-07-2015
"Erik!" Axorn exclaimed. "Thank goodness you're here! It would have been so much easier to get out of here if my right wing was in working condition." Axorn said as he gestured to the radioactive shrapnel caught in his wing. "But I 'll just have to make do with what I have, which thankfully is you guys! Now in order to get out, we are going to need to break through the blockade, which is going to require an outside distraction. Triest, you can help with that. This will be a lot easier if you still have your cloaking device. I need you to scale down the side of the building from one of the holes in the wall. Once you're at the bottom, I need you to distract the guards while Erik bowls them down with his tree, and I burn them up from the other side. In order to transport the tree, I'll stay up ahead, knocking back anything that attempts to stop Erik. Any questions?"
Re: Rest and Recovery... and Running - Triest - 08-07-2015
"Distract them? I can do that, I think," Triest said, having at this point figured out they were still in the middle of what remained of the structure. Oh how mad the owner was going to be. Triest slowly got up from his sitting position on the ground, steadying himself against the wall before engaging his cloak. He would have loved to sprint down the hallways without so much as a single care for the world, but now wasn't really a time to overextend himself.
He would slip past a few guards, making sure to avoid the dreaded ceramics which had doomed him last time. Finally making it to the large breach in the wall, he would carefully climb down before realizing something he hadn't thought of. How was he going to distract them? Sure he could just walk up to them, say hi, and then blast one, but that was bound to get him shot as well. Hm... wait he still had his buggy outside didn't he?
Several guards were waiting around at the entrance, on alert as they should be. They perked up when they heard the sound of a revving engine off into the distance. The sound came closer and closer before a blinding light jolted out from the darkness.
"Fuck!" one of them yelled, moments before impact.
Triest had bailed from his buggy before it made a spectacular crash into the main entrance, crushing a few stormtroopers in the process.
"Spread out! Look for the bastard!"
Triest fired his shotgun into the air before re-engaging his cloak and then making his way towards the buggy of all things. The engine was busted, but a the fuel line was still intact. Well, not after Triest cut it and started spraying it around liberally. Then he retrieved a blaster from the crushed guard, and shot at the engine.
The engine lit on fire, before consuming the entire car in an inferno of dancing flame.
"That should do it," Triest said to himself, "Hopefully we won't need an escape vehicle." Triest, perhaps, did not think that through all the way. Oh well.
Re: Rest and Recovery... and Running - Erik Vrell - 08-08-2015
"That's quite a show he's put on." Erik said quietly. He lifted the tree once more and he and Axorn charged at the blockade. The soldiers were unprepared for the assault and were distracted by the burning buggy so their first reaction was panic. One trooper pulled he weapon out and was about to shoot Erik in the leg when Axorn pushed him back and lot him on fire. As the stormtroopers became more organised, the began firing. Erik swung the tree wildly, hoping to catch as many people as he could in his attacks. Any that he knocked to the ground were either torched by Axorn or picked off by Triest if he had the chance. By the time they passed through the blockade, there was a pile of charred, shot or crushed bodies behind them. Erik dropped the tree behind them to prevent pursuit from any survivors and looked at the burning buggy in the distance. "Now that we're out, what will our getaway vehicle be?" Erik thought outloud.
Re: Rest and Recovery... and Running - King Axorn - 08-08-2015
"Well according to what I've heard," Axorn replied. "They're going to be barricading the portal, so we're going to need something big. I was thinking we'd pool together our Omnilium and ride out of here in style... On a tank! If we're going to do this, we're going to need to start soon so that we have enough time to finish it before the backup arrives."
As soon as Axorn finished speaking, he closed his eyes, shot out his hands, and focused all his energy on all the little details and inner workings of the World War II style tank. I just hope this will be strong enough. Axorn thought, as the Omnilium began to flow out of him and get to work.
Re: Rest and Recovery... and Running - Triest - 08-09-2015
Triest wasn't new from running from government types. He didn't always go looking for trouble, but he had a knack for accidentally finding it. He didn't know too much about this city, but judging from when they first entered, the cameras, the silent oppression of its inhabitants, the trio didn't exactly have minutes before security would start showing up with their own tanks.
"I think this is a terrible idea," Triest announced bluntly, "We're going to die trying to break through a military blockade. Besides, only one of us could work on the tank. I've seen all types. Cannons... lasers... flak... what kind of design are we even doing?" Hilariously enough, Triest had never seen a WWII tank in his life, as that event never took place in his world, nor the design.
Triest shook his head, "N-never mind. I say we have a minute tops before we get pounded with security. Why don't we hide in the lower levels until things cool off? From what I understand, they have less of a presence down there than they do up here."
He wasn't really sure if his suggestion would get through. His acquaintances certainly seemed sensible, agreeable, and intelligent, but they had known each other for only a day, and Axorn was a king. Would he listen to a lowly mutant? Or perhaps Triest was the one with the bad plan, and Axorn knew what he was talking about.
"Your call I guess."
Re: Rest and Recovery... and Running - King Axorn - 08-09-2015
Axorn sighed, dropping his hands and with them, his concentration. "You're right, Triest." Axorn said. "I'm just not normally one to back down from a fight. If anything, we need to regroup, recover, and wait for the heat to die down..." Axorn quickly took a glance over his shoulder towards the burning museum. "literally.... So, which way to the elevator?"
Re: Rest and Recovery... and Running - Erik Vrell - 08-10-2015
Erik was reluctant to go back down the to cesspool that is the lower floors, but he didn't have much of a choice. "Follow me, I remember where the elevator is." Erik said to his two companions. He led them through the city towards the elevator he had gone down to hire the two (useless) thugs, trying to avoid any law enforcers nearby. When they finally reached the elevator a small group of storm troopers were standing nearby. They rushed over to the elevator, opened the door and jumped inside. "Hey!" One of the troopers shouted as the door closed. There was a brief banging in the door as the elevator descended, which was followed by silence. As they reached the bottom, Erik said "cover your noses" as the doors opened. The three of them coughed at the disgusting stench and they made their way away from the elevator in case the storm troopers followed them down. "What now?" Erik asked his two friends.
Re: Rest and Recovery... and Running - Triest - 08-10-2015
The first thing that was apparent, even before the doors opened, was the nauseating smell of chemical waste. Triest almost wanted to throw up, but managed to hold firm. Giving a quick survey around him, he surmised that they were in some kind of wasteland. Distant factories still fumed, but many of the other buildings were dilapidated, or simply ransacked.
"Kind of reminds me of a few places at home. Hopefully the same techniques work too," Triest announced, before continuing, "first, I would very much like it if I could see if I can regenerate limbs or not. I lost two of them," he pointed to his back.
Triest knew how to lay low in hostile and lawless environments. He had done it before, and he wasn't fazed on doing it across in some other different world. Everyone still seemed to have the same quirks, tendencies, and ideologies that he had seen from home. No type of alien mindset. Predicting what a bunch of psychos would do shouldn't be any different.
"Eh, I suppose before we rest, we should find somewhere to rest. At least we can make shelter rather than scrapping it together, although that shouldn't be too hard either. On the assumption that both of you have never camped in lawless lands, we want shelter that's small, unremarkable, and preferably unseeable. If that means sleeping under a bunch of junk, then do it. If you look like you have even an ounce of wealth on you, then you are a target for robbery. So hide any weapons you have, and if you can, wear clothes that make you look poor, or if you are brave, none at all."
Triest stopped for a moment, before continuing after a short sigh, "Or, we can break into someone else's home and take it over. No guarantees that nobody lives there though, so we may have to evict them if they come back. By that I mean shoot them. Not like there's any law to stop us, or them. It'd be more defensible, and with all the run-down buildings, it'd still look deserted."
"Personally, if I could find an empty building, I would take that. More to work with, and the walls make me feel safe. We might have to shoot some people though if it turns out it isn't empty."
Re: Rest and Recovery... and Running - King Axorn - 08-11-2015
"Ugh, this is a cesspit!" Axorn exclaimed as he stepped out of the elevator. "At least we got away from those stormtroopers." Axorn took a deep breath of the putrid, chemical-filled air and paused to process what he was seeing. hundreds of rotted, half-broken, waste-multiplying factories dotted the landscape with the occasional unbalanced, makeshift house squeezed in between. Then he noticed the bodies, oh, the bodies. There were thousands upon thousands of bodies piled all around as far as the eye could see. As Axorn noticed these he suddenly looked crestfallen. I'd rather not stay here for very long... I can't handle all this.... I need to sit down. Not many things ever stirred the draconian's conscience, not like this at least. How could that thriving metropolis above completely neglect it's citizens on the lower levels? Axorn thought, his mind disturbed by the hundreds of thousands of bodies littering the streets. This government is clearly corrupt.... Wait a minute! Axorn perked up as he thought about this and the pieces started to fit. "Guys! This government is clearly corrupt, I mean look at the kind of neglect they give to their people! And even on the top tier, they clearly don't trust anyone with all those cameras and patrols everywhere! Someday, once we grow stronger, we are going to come back here and start a full-scale assault on the base of these ignorant fools and liberate these people. But before any of that, we need to get some rest.... Erik, you have some idea of the map of this place right? Can you lead us?"
Re: Rest and Recovery... and Running - Erik Vrell - 08-12-2015
Erick smiled at Axorn's plan. "It's ambitious, but I like it." Erik said as he tried to remember where he had seen an abandoned building. He led the small group through numerous alleyways until they found an empty warehouse. They entered the building and closed the door behind them. It was only now that Erik realised how dark it was and became anxious to create a light source. He created a floating orb of purple energy that floated in the air a few feet of the ground and sat down. He motioned for the other two to do the same. When all three fugitives were sitting Erik addressed his two friends. "What will we do once we escape from this verse?" Asked Erik.
Re: Rest and Recovery... and Running - Triest - 08-13-2015
Triest declined to sit down, instead raising his weapon and slowly moving it around as he surveyed the warehouse.
"Can't be too careful."
He didn't wander too far away to hear Axorn say something. Triest made a sound akin to someone sputtering milk halfway through a single swig.
"You're not serious are you? I know that they're jerks, but they're powerful jerks. How are three guys going to face an entire government's worth of soldiers!?"
He sighed, "Alright, alright, maybe you can recruit a few more allies, and maybe get a rebellion going, but I still think you're nuts. Of course, if there's already a faction opposed to this one, you could always just join them, but I haven't got a clue on where or who runs that, if it even exists."
Triest finally set himself down, focusing his Omnilium on making a few bandages and disinfectant. He sincerely hoped that if he made the bandages out of this... energy... that it would heal and restore his limbs if he left them on overnight. He wasn't used to playing hero, if that display could be even considered a heroic act. Defending some stupid artifact, and for what? To have the government chase after them? He still wasn't convinced that what they did was the correct choice, but not much point in regrets now.
"Once we get out of here, provided that they aren't still chasing us, I'm going to enter one of the other gates. Only way to find out what's on the other side. Heck, maybe you guys can even find a place to setup your headquarters for your insurrection."
Triest paused.
"I'm not really sure if I want a part in your crusade. It just seems like too much of a good way to make enemies."
Re: Rest and Recovery... and Running - King Axorn - 08-15-2015
Quote:Sorry about that, I was really busy yesterday.
"Triest my friend," Axorn began, walking towards the broken, rotted, storage facility. "you will make enemies no matter which path you take. But if something feels wrong, you need to stand up to it, no matter what the consequences because that is how any world becomes a better place for everyone. There have been many times where I have done something that people disagreed with, but in the end it was what was best. If you constantly hide in the fear of having opposition, you will never do anything noteworthy. If we're going to make any kind of mark on this world for the better, we need to stand up for what is right!
Axorn entered the warehouse, sheathing his sword swiftly, and looked around. The warehouse was half-full of ransacked, rotten, crates littered all over the floor and covered with huge spiderwebs making it quite clear that this place had been abandoned for some time. Axorn walked over to Triest, his numerous foot scales clinking against the ground with each step, before burning straight through a stack of rotten, empty crates, turning them into a large, smoky pile of warm ashes.
"That should do for now." Axorn remarked, admiring his own handiwork. "Hey Triest, I'll give you something to ponder while you're sleeping... are you with me?"
After Axorn was satisfied that Triest had heard him, he lightly stepped over to his makeshift bed, his scales continuing to clack against the cold, hard, metal floor of their temporary hideaway each time. Axorn then rolled over, flopping on his side onto the warm ashes, sending up a black, smoky cloud of soot which slowly drifted down towards him as he drifted away into a deep sleep.
Re: Rest and Recovery... and Running - Triest - 08-21-2015
Triest sighed as he wrapped the bandage around his back.
"I know I'll make enemies. I've already made some, but there's a difference between making some random drifter angry, and an entire oppressive government angry. I think we'll need more than just us three being stronger to fight these guys. They probably have allies, and if we really want to be serious about this, we need some too."
He paused for a moment, his eyes narrowing.
"Hm... tell you what. In the morning, we'll make some kind of communication device to stay in touch. I'll help you guys out, but for now, I'm not risking an all-out assault this soon. I can snoop around, gather supplies, but I don't want my name on their murder list if I can help it. Not now anyways. I guess I'll sleep on it, like you suggested, but I'm still not feeling great about all of this."
Triest would lay down on a flat surface, staring up at the ceiling, "Maybe one of us should keep watch..."
Re: Rest and Recovery... and Running - Erik Vrell - 08-22-2015
"I'll keep watch." Erik said as he stood up and stretched. He was used to skipping sleep for safety. The night was mostly uneventful. He spent the night leading out a window into the street below. There anything out of the ordinary. A few drunks wandering aimlessly, a few homeless people looking for somewhere to stay the night, Erik even swore he saw someone get mugged.
While Erik watched a fight between two rival gangs, a pair of storm troopers came into view. He thought it was odd that law enforcement was present in the lowest tier of the city, but after a large-scale crime he wasn't to surprised. The two gangs scattered and Erik ducked down to avoid being seen. For a while, all he could hear was the quiet snoring of his two friends and the sounds of footsteps outside. He then heard an officer talk to what he assumed was a drunk man wandering in the streets. "Have you seen anyone suspicious around lately?" The trooper asked. The drunken mumbled something which Erik assumed was no and the officers left. Erik didn't peek out the window until the sound of footsteps had faded away. Erik spent the rest of the night staring into the 'sky' and thinking about his future in the omniverse. While he was a prodigy mindbreaker, he couldn't accomplish much outside of his sect, but he had an opportunity make an impact on this world and he wanted to change it for the better, even just a little.
After what seemed like an eternity, the 'sun' began to rise and Erik's companions began to stir. After they had woken up, Erik told them about the storm trooper patrol he had seen and advised them to be cautious. They left the warehouse soon after, ready to continue their escape.
Re: Rest and Recovery... and Running - King Axorn - 08-24-2015
As the group was walking along the litter-filled, body-covered paths, Axorn's mind was going a million miles an hour. What was that dream all about last night? Was it a vision? How are we going to get out of here? Is the darkling in the omniverse? Is it influencing me since I don't have my holy fire right now? he thought, pondering all of these before thinking... Wait a minute... is Erik listening in to all this? Axorn snapped back to reality at this moment and found the group walking down an alleyway covered with discarded crates, filthy grime, and dozens of dead bodies. Axorn couldn't sense the overpowering stench of the factories and rotting corpses anymore, no matter how hard he tried. I guess my body has just grown used to it. he thought. They walked along, hearing nothing but the sounds of crazed, maniacal laughter in the distance, and the occasional squelch of someone squashing a corpse. They had just gotten to the end of the alley when Axorn noticed something shining in one of the boxes.
"Guys!" he exclaimed. "Come check this out!"
Axorn whipped around and approached the crate, not caring whether or not he stepped on any dead bodies. Inside, were three, untouched, boxed, low quality Mobile Dataverse Devices. Axorn pulled one out and read the box out loud.
"Mobile Dataverse Device," he began. "allows you to read and upload to the Dataverse. Hmm... looks like this world's version of the internet."
Axorn pulled his out of the box and slipped it away in a pocket. "That might come in handy later. So, where exactly are we headed?"
Re: Rest and Recovery... and Running - Triest - 08-26-2015
Quote:School is starting up. My posts will become more erratic over the winter as I will be more worried about grades than keeping up on posts. Sorry for any gaps or delays.
Triest didn't dream, rather he struggled with sleep. This wasn't exactly his first experience sleeping in a run-down building with a hostile presence surrounding the area, but this was the first time he was away from home. Not as in some kind of house, or even town, he never really had that for long, but rather, being an entire world apart. The feeling would pass with time, as he was only a drifter in his past life, and nothing awaited him back if he ever chose to find a way out, if that was even possible.
The worst part was the feeling of absolute guilt before he awoke. If he did dream, he didn't remember it, but he felt as if he'd been a murderer. Someone who took life without a second thought, and no remorse. He didn't remember actually killing anyone, although perhaps the buggy ran over a few soldiers, he didn't really look. Yes, he shot people before, but they often had it coming, crooks and belligerent psychos that society would have thrown into prison for life if the chance presented itself, but these soldiers were just doing their job. Just trying to enforce the peace. Sure, they have worked for a corrupt government, but that didn't mean that they themselves were corrupt, could it? This vigilante business was a dumb idea. Defending yourself was one thing, but this? A line had to be drawn somewhere. Now his allies wanted to drum up a revolution, but perhaps yet there was a way to do so without as much violence as one might anticipate.
He was slow to wake, still wanting more sleep from the restless night. To his pleasant surprise however, he did wake up with his wounds healed, though the guilt still lingered.
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On the trail, Triest responded to Axorn's question, "I don't know. I'm not sure if they are still blockading the entrance, or if they have moved on."
He paused.
"I think we should avoid killing anyone else. It sounds weird, but if we give them more bodies, then they'll have more of a reason to search for us," Triest wasn't about to tell anyone about his experience, although Erik might probe his mind. Triest simply had to watch for that and resist, and if Erik did manage to break through, he'd tell him to knock it off.
"That and don't be seen, until we find a way out of here."
Re: Rest and Recovery... and Running - King Axorn - 08-28-2015
"Triest," Axorn began. "Would you rather that a hew hundred people died, or that millions became tortured? That's what you need to ask yourself whenever you feel doubt in what you're doing, you need to weigh the options and decide which one is right, which I believe is the most obvious answer." Axorn pulled out the other two Mobile Dataverse Devices out of the crate, old spiderwebs somehow getting caught in between his scales, and tossed one to each of his friends. "We can worry about configuring these later." Axorn remarked, stepping out of the dark, dingy alleyway. "For now, we need to find our next temporary shelter." Axorn began walking in the direction the group was headed before he interrupted them, making sure the others followed.
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After a few hours of walking past or through dark, dingy, rotten alleys, mostly filled with addicts, druggies, or people that made you wonder how they weren't already dead; piles of rotting corpses; and abandoned, ransacked, rotting buildings filled to the brim with empty crates, before finally pausing to take a brake on a seemingly intact bench. "I hope we find a vacant building soon..." Axorn said, taking a glance at the "sky". It had darkened to a deep sea blue, meaning it was almost nighttime. "It's beginning to get dark."