06-26-2015, 01:43 AM
Agnès was, to put it one way, shocked. Confused. What was there to do next? She hadn't received any sort of instruction on what she was supposed to do. It seemed as if Shay knew what he was doing, but Agnès had absolutely no idea what to do next...
Perhaps she was supposed to follow? No, she didn't think she could match the way Shay had leaped into the hay below. The way he had fallen and landed was beyond professional-looking, like he had done it multiple times. But wouldn't it hurt to land? Surely if Shay had landed on hay in a wooden cart, the hay would scarcely comfort. And wouldn't the wood creak? But for some reason it didn't. Perhaps he was used to this, had done it enough to know exactly how to make landings silent. But the question still remained; What was Agnès to do? There was something she could do in this situation, right?
"...heard something over here," said the slightly distorted voice of a man in odd-looking white armor. He tilted his head - She assumed it was a he based on the lack of curves and strong-looking shoulders - Slightly to the side, as if he was confused. "Just get back to your post. You're tired and you're hearing things, that's all," went another man in matching armor. They almost looked silly next to each other, with their jet-black crossbow-like contraptions in hand and the blank expressions on their helmets. She almost laughed a little, causing her to instinctively put a hand up to her mouth, though she remembered only a moment later that she was wearing a mask. Covering her mouth would be pointless because of it. The mask was uncomfortably moist from exhausted panting, and so she pulled it down. It wouldn't hurt to leave it that way for a little, would it?
"Probably just the wind blowing something around," finished the first man in white before turning and leaving. He turned back around for a moment, causing Agnès to instinctively duck down. She had almost forgotten in that time that she was supposed to be hiding! Agnès heard a sigh, then footsteps on stone under a thin layer of sand. Nervously she peeked over the edge of the shin-high wall she was laying down beside, which was all that was keeping her from being spotted, where she saw the armored men in white walking to the cart of hay. Agnès' eyes widened - What if they looked in and found Shay? This could be a disaster. It could completely ruin their plans...
But just as she thought that, in a blur of movement, the soldiers' helmets flew off, their crossbow-like devices were dropped into the sand and they were yanked, hard, into the hay. She saw struggling limbs slowly go from frantic, swift and sloppy movement to weak and desperate attempts at... Something. The two men in white were pulled in their entirety into the hay, leaving nothing un-camouflaged - Then Shay stepped out, little golden-beige straws falling off of his clothes and out of his hair. Agnès stared on, looking as if she was about to have a heart attack still. "Think you can lift me back up?" Shay whispered to the girl, and she nodded woodenly as she extended her arm down. Shay jumped up and their hands connected, and while Agnès struggled to pull Shay up, after a few seconds of putting all her strength into it, Shay was on the roof with the Vestal.
"Sorry about not saying anything. I heard them coming, so I waited to knock them out," Shay explained. Agnès let out a sigh of relief - She knew that Shay wasn't the type to end lives at the drop of a hat. Why didn't she trust that?
The building they needed to climb was just up ahead. It would take time to climb, but it wouldn't be too difficult if she had Shay leading her. Ultimately, she would just be copying his movements. Shay nodded yet again, and Agnès watched as he began to climb yet again.
. . . .
After checking a few lit windows for the target with no success, the sixth window was the charm. Agnès hung to the right of it while Shay was opposite herself, peeking around the corner occasionally, waiting for the perfect moment. The landing would be rough if they dropped, and so the Vestal had felt like she was going to vomit for what felt like hours already. The target had been talking with someone inside for a while - Formally, so it certainly wasn't something personal, but Agnès couldn't make out a lot of the words he said. They sounded, for the most part, like nonsense. Like the kind of things Ringabel would call the parts of the airship, or the kinds of things the Eternian Forces would and had used as code.
Those thoughts were quickly brushed aside, however, footsteps and a door shutting indicated the target was alone at long last. Shay pushed forward onto the open windowsill and jumped into the room - As Agnès did the same, she found the target face-down on the ground. "Agnès, get me something to tie him with," Shay called quietly. "Keep quiet. You're late for an audience with Gilgamesh," he finished. The target growled into the carpet, and for a moment Agnès feared he would shout. She found some rope and a few strips of fabric, which she handed to Shay. After a few moments spent tying the man's wrists and ankles along with using the fabric to keep his mouth shut, they began the long climb down.
Perhaps she was supposed to follow? No, she didn't think she could match the way Shay had leaped into the hay below. The way he had fallen and landed was beyond professional-looking, like he had done it multiple times. But wouldn't it hurt to land? Surely if Shay had landed on hay in a wooden cart, the hay would scarcely comfort. And wouldn't the wood creak? But for some reason it didn't. Perhaps he was used to this, had done it enough to know exactly how to make landings silent. But the question still remained; What was Agnès to do? There was something she could do in this situation, right?
"...heard something over here," said the slightly distorted voice of a man in odd-looking white armor. He tilted his head - She assumed it was a he based on the lack of curves and strong-looking shoulders - Slightly to the side, as if he was confused. "Just get back to your post. You're tired and you're hearing things, that's all," went another man in matching armor. They almost looked silly next to each other, with their jet-black crossbow-like contraptions in hand and the blank expressions on their helmets. She almost laughed a little, causing her to instinctively put a hand up to her mouth, though she remembered only a moment later that she was wearing a mask. Covering her mouth would be pointless because of it. The mask was uncomfortably moist from exhausted panting, and so she pulled it down. It wouldn't hurt to leave it that way for a little, would it?
"Probably just the wind blowing something around," finished the first man in white before turning and leaving. He turned back around for a moment, causing Agnès to instinctively duck down. She had almost forgotten in that time that she was supposed to be hiding! Agnès heard a sigh, then footsteps on stone under a thin layer of sand. Nervously she peeked over the edge of the shin-high wall she was laying down beside, which was all that was keeping her from being spotted, where she saw the armored men in white walking to the cart of hay. Agnès' eyes widened - What if they looked in and found Shay? This could be a disaster. It could completely ruin their plans...
But just as she thought that, in a blur of movement, the soldiers' helmets flew off, their crossbow-like devices were dropped into the sand and they were yanked, hard, into the hay. She saw struggling limbs slowly go from frantic, swift and sloppy movement to weak and desperate attempts at... Something. The two men in white were pulled in their entirety into the hay, leaving nothing un-camouflaged - Then Shay stepped out, little golden-beige straws falling off of his clothes and out of his hair. Agnès stared on, looking as if she was about to have a heart attack still. "Think you can lift me back up?" Shay whispered to the girl, and she nodded woodenly as she extended her arm down. Shay jumped up and their hands connected, and while Agnès struggled to pull Shay up, after a few seconds of putting all her strength into it, Shay was on the roof with the Vestal.
"Sorry about not saying anything. I heard them coming, so I waited to knock them out," Shay explained. Agnès let out a sigh of relief - She knew that Shay wasn't the type to end lives at the drop of a hat. Why didn't she trust that?
The building they needed to climb was just up ahead. It would take time to climb, but it wouldn't be too difficult if she had Shay leading her. Ultimately, she would just be copying his movements. Shay nodded yet again, and Agnès watched as he began to climb yet again.
. . . .
After checking a few lit windows for the target with no success, the sixth window was the charm. Agnès hung to the right of it while Shay was opposite herself, peeking around the corner occasionally, waiting for the perfect moment. The landing would be rough if they dropped, and so the Vestal had felt like she was going to vomit for what felt like hours already. The target had been talking with someone inside for a while - Formally, so it certainly wasn't something personal, but Agnès couldn't make out a lot of the words he said. They sounded, for the most part, like nonsense. Like the kind of things Ringabel would call the parts of the airship, or the kinds of things the Eternian Forces would and had used as code.
Those thoughts were quickly brushed aside, however, footsteps and a door shutting indicated the target was alone at long last. Shay pushed forward onto the open windowsill and jumped into the room - As Agnès did the same, she found the target face-down on the ground. "Agnès, get me something to tie him with," Shay called quietly. "Keep quiet. You're late for an audience with Gilgamesh," he finished. The target growled into the carpet, and for a moment Agnès feared he would shout. She found some rope and a few strips of fabric, which she handed to Shay. After a few moments spent tying the man's wrists and ankles along with using the fabric to keep his mouth shut, they began the long climb down.