01-07-2016, 10:46 PM
"Sir, wait up! Please!"
"FUCK OFF, YOU PERSISTENT SHIT!" Ballad responded in kind. He did not have the time to start up an interesting conversation about politics or the weather when he was busy stuffing bullets into the chamber of his revolver. His breath was ragged as he continued running away from the cave, occasionally glancing upwards to make sure he didn't run into anything. The foliage had increased ten-fold, with trees everywhere with low hanging branches that threatened to take his head off with every pass he made by them.
The girl maintained her pursuit of the man, trying not to think about what she had just witnessed a few minutes prior. It brought a sick feeling to her stomach each time the image flashed into her mind, and it made her slow down a bit in her running. Part of her wanted to stop. To not risk her life this way. But she brushed that thought aside just as she started to pick up speed. After seeing what he did to that soldier....
The gunsmith easily heard the woman's footsteps drawing closer and closer as his legs almost started crumbling beneath him. Without a moment to spare, he slid the last bullet into the steel chamber, smacking the rotating cylinder to the side before twirling around, his gun aimed and finger at the ready. The girl stopped in her tracks just arms reach away from the pistol, looking down a black abyss.
Ballad frowned at the mountain-climber, taking large deep breathes as the girl raised her hand in a surrendering motion once again.
"Dammit... kid.." The gunner panted, his legs starting to throb again in the areas that he remembered the burns to be.
"Wh-what is going on? Why did you- wh-why?" The teenager shouted, her tone surprisingly accusatory despite the stutters. The pickaxeman growled underneath his red scarf, causing her to squeak as she looked away from the weapon pointed directly at her face.
"Look, runt, I don't have time to be explaining this bullshit to you right now. So I'll give you the short version, alright? Camelot hates me, so they hired these guys to come kill me. Don't ask me WHY they hate me. They just do. Is that clear to you?"
"Y-Yeah, but... you KILLED them!"
"Did you expect me to do anything else?!" Ballad yelled, his finger loosening on the trigger as he glared at the woman. The hiker peered at the green man, her jaw nearly dropping all the way down to the earth.
"I... I don't know? But you don't even- was it all-?"
"Self-defense IS needed sometimes, kid, get used to it. Now shut the fuck up before I start going judge and executioner on your stupid ass." The arsonist threatened, though the first part of his sentence seemed to be a half-heartened murmur than anything else.
The teenager straightened her arms out, still holding them in the air to let Ballad know she was doing what he was telling her too. Now, all she could do was pray. Pray that the man did not judge her cruelly.
Before he could, however, he sharply muttered "Crap... GET DOWN!" before leaping towards the ground, laying flat on his chest.
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Agern charged through the forest, calling out to his second-in-command. He had lost contact with him a while ago, and he hadn't seen anyone in Jensen's group either. He was holding a torch in one hand, and his sword in the other, just in case his quarry got any smart ideas.
Finally, he reached a series of trees that seemed to be forming the shape of a circle. They had several bushes surrounding them, though they were not very easy to see thanks to the low-hanging branches covered in petals and leaves. He brushed on branch aside, motioning for his group to advance forward. He had a strong feeling he would find who he was looking for here. He was still reeling from the effect of watching Ballad do something so ridiculously insane and reckless as leaping through his own fire trap that he somewhat believed his senses were trashed because of it. But he had to find Jensen first. Then they could head back and try this next time.
"S-Sir! SIR!"
Rublek turned around, only to blow out his torch just to be able to keep his panicking tactician from literally falling onto his knees and hugging him for comfort. He was quivering uncontrollably, which made Agern quiver. He could only name the amount of times he'd seen Jensen like this on his right hand.
"Jensen! Report! And calm down! You're with us now!" He said reassuringly, squeezing Jensen's shoulders.
"I-I-I- We f-fo-found him at th-the cave, s-sir. We-We tried to ambu-ush him, sir, but he- but he...." His right hand man barely peeped out before the shakes started to overcome him again. His blue eyes looked downright terrified and on the verge of tears.
"Listen! It's okay.... I was looking for you. It's clear the mission is a loss, but we can manage. We'll head back... I promise.."
"R-Right..."
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"Thank fucking god they didn't see me." Ballad said, standing back up from the ground. He had taken extra care in making sure they didn't dare get a glimpse of him by sliding himself towards some bushes. He had no idea what the girl was doing, but it worked. The girl was also standing up, with the mud staining her otherwise relatively clean clothes as a look of recognition crossed her face. Suddenly, the exact meaning of what the gunner said struck the girl hard, and a look of annoyance washed over her face as she glared at Ballad.
"See you? They could've seen me!"
"Not my problem."
"Actually, it now IS your problem! They saw me with you, remember?! They might think I'm your accomplice in... whatever the heck you are doing."
The green gunsmith tightened his grip on his revolver, closing his eyes. He reopened them as he turned towards the girl, taking a long deep breath before speaking again.
"Kid, you are not my responsibility. You were simply in the wrong place at the right time. If you want to pin all the crap on me, go right the fuck ahead. But I'm not letting some little orphaned chick stop me from getting out of this place."
"You're... leaving?"
"Well, THEY obviously aren't coming after me for a while, so I might as WELL. Do you have a better suggestion?"
The woman looked down to the ground, closing her eyes as he she tried to think. "Can you at least take me to the nearest village so I can get back onto my feet?" She questioned, her eyes colored with sympathy as she reopened them.
He wanted to say "No," but he then paused, considering what was being asked of him. He remembered being in the exact same position with Lynch. It would seem hypocritical to that gangster kid if he refused the same for this new one. Can't fucking believe I'm doing this..
"Fine." The gunner said before walking right past her, holstering his revolver in his holster.
"FUCK OFF, YOU PERSISTENT SHIT!" Ballad responded in kind. He did not have the time to start up an interesting conversation about politics or the weather when he was busy stuffing bullets into the chamber of his revolver. His breath was ragged as he continued running away from the cave, occasionally glancing upwards to make sure he didn't run into anything. The foliage had increased ten-fold, with trees everywhere with low hanging branches that threatened to take his head off with every pass he made by them.
The girl maintained her pursuit of the man, trying not to think about what she had just witnessed a few minutes prior. It brought a sick feeling to her stomach each time the image flashed into her mind, and it made her slow down a bit in her running. Part of her wanted to stop. To not risk her life this way. But she brushed that thought aside just as she started to pick up speed. After seeing what he did to that soldier....
The gunsmith easily heard the woman's footsteps drawing closer and closer as his legs almost started crumbling beneath him. Without a moment to spare, he slid the last bullet into the steel chamber, smacking the rotating cylinder to the side before twirling around, his gun aimed and finger at the ready. The girl stopped in her tracks just arms reach away from the pistol, looking down a black abyss.
Ballad frowned at the mountain-climber, taking large deep breathes as the girl raised her hand in a surrendering motion once again.
"Dammit... kid.." The gunner panted, his legs starting to throb again in the areas that he remembered the burns to be.
"Wh-what is going on? Why did you- wh-why?" The teenager shouted, her tone surprisingly accusatory despite the stutters. The pickaxeman growled underneath his red scarf, causing her to squeak as she looked away from the weapon pointed directly at her face.
"Look, runt, I don't have time to be explaining this bullshit to you right now. So I'll give you the short version, alright? Camelot hates me, so they hired these guys to come kill me. Don't ask me WHY they hate me. They just do. Is that clear to you?"
"Y-Yeah, but... you KILLED them!"
"Did you expect me to do anything else?!" Ballad yelled, his finger loosening on the trigger as he glared at the woman. The hiker peered at the green man, her jaw nearly dropping all the way down to the earth.
"I... I don't know? But you don't even- was it all-?"
"Self-defense IS needed sometimes, kid, get used to it. Now shut the fuck up before I start going judge and executioner on your stupid ass." The arsonist threatened, though the first part of his sentence seemed to be a half-heartened murmur than anything else.
The teenager straightened her arms out, still holding them in the air to let Ballad know she was doing what he was telling her too. Now, all she could do was pray. Pray that the man did not judge her cruelly.
Before he could, however, he sharply muttered "Crap... GET DOWN!" before leaping towards the ground, laying flat on his chest.
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Agern charged through the forest, calling out to his second-in-command. He had lost contact with him a while ago, and he hadn't seen anyone in Jensen's group either. He was holding a torch in one hand, and his sword in the other, just in case his quarry got any smart ideas.
Finally, he reached a series of trees that seemed to be forming the shape of a circle. They had several bushes surrounding them, though they were not very easy to see thanks to the low-hanging branches covered in petals and leaves. He brushed on branch aside, motioning for his group to advance forward. He had a strong feeling he would find who he was looking for here. He was still reeling from the effect of watching Ballad do something so ridiculously insane and reckless as leaping through his own fire trap that he somewhat believed his senses were trashed because of it. But he had to find Jensen first. Then they could head back and try this next time.
"S-Sir! SIR!"
Rublek turned around, only to blow out his torch just to be able to keep his panicking tactician from literally falling onto his knees and hugging him for comfort. He was quivering uncontrollably, which made Agern quiver. He could only name the amount of times he'd seen Jensen like this on his right hand.
"Jensen! Report! And calm down! You're with us now!" He said reassuringly, squeezing Jensen's shoulders.
"I-I-I- We f-fo-found him at th-the cave, s-sir. We-We tried to ambu-ush him, sir, but he- but he...." His right hand man barely peeped out before the shakes started to overcome him again. His blue eyes looked downright terrified and on the verge of tears.
"Listen! It's okay.... I was looking for you. It's clear the mission is a loss, but we can manage. We'll head back... I promise.."
"R-Right..."
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"Thank fucking god they didn't see me." Ballad said, standing back up from the ground. He had taken extra care in making sure they didn't dare get a glimpse of him by sliding himself towards some bushes. He had no idea what the girl was doing, but it worked. The girl was also standing up, with the mud staining her otherwise relatively clean clothes as a look of recognition crossed her face. Suddenly, the exact meaning of what the gunner said struck the girl hard, and a look of annoyance washed over her face as she glared at Ballad.
"See you? They could've seen me!"
"Not my problem."
"Actually, it now IS your problem! They saw me with you, remember?! They might think I'm your accomplice in... whatever the heck you are doing."
The green gunsmith tightened his grip on his revolver, closing his eyes. He reopened them as he turned towards the girl, taking a long deep breath before speaking again.
"Kid, you are not my responsibility. You were simply in the wrong place at the right time. If you want to pin all the crap on me, go right the fuck ahead. But I'm not letting some little orphaned chick stop me from getting out of this place."
"You're... leaving?"
"Well, THEY obviously aren't coming after me for a while, so I might as WELL. Do you have a better suggestion?"
The woman looked down to the ground, closing her eyes as he she tried to think. "Can you at least take me to the nearest village so I can get back onto my feet?" She questioned, her eyes colored with sympathy as she reopened them.
He wanted to say "No," but he then paused, considering what was being asked of him. He remembered being in the exact same position with Lynch. It would seem hypocritical to that gangster kid if he refused the same for this new one. Can't fucking believe I'm doing this..
"Fine." The gunner said before walking right past her, holstering his revolver in his holster.
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