08-15-2016, 01:59 AM
As she turned towards the inside of the office just out of sight of her redhead companion, Remilia slumped up against the wall and let out a great sigh as all the pent up terror and adrenaline finally plateaued and she let herself relax now that she didn’t have anyone else in front of her to keep her reputation. Her head leaned onto her shoulder as she tried regain that spark of energy she had before since this island had worn her haggard and weary. She thought back to the muse, that night when they had sat under a peaceful moon and enjoyed a warm campfire and meal. She had left the exiled princess to make herself stronger, but in hindsight saw the foolishness of that. This was jumping into an ocean to learn how to swim. She wouldn’t give up, she wouldn’t be able to let that down, but afterward maybe she should ease herself into a easier task.
Like stamp collecting or something.
Once the scarlet devil built enough confidence to move again, she moved further into the office. She heard a great many grunts and sound of effort from where she left as she presumed Gin worked on separating their ride from the undead roadblock it was stuck to. Presumably. There was a sound of something heavy hitting meat followed by something akin to a firework rocket going off into the sky.
“Are you playing out there!?” Remilia shouted from inside the office toward her companion. Honestly, it seems like she’s the only person on this island with any kind of sense!
“I’m okay…” came the wounded voice of the redhaired warrior, which Remilia waited to see if he was going to be honest before he just went back to work “And get back here, I want you in sight”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll just tell you what I see” She responded and looked back into the room. Although the perpetual cloudy night made it near impossible to see, she could still make out a few things with help from the obnoxiously green display of her boxy cellphone. “There’s a desk, there’s some paper, there a few pens, here’s a hat rack. I found a nice sailor’s cap on the hatrack. There’s a nautical clock from my time in the corner...” with each item there was a grunt of response from the fighter outside, growing quieter as the list grew longer and conversely the sound of a hammer hitting metal grew.
“There’s a nice sea shell on the wall-”
“OKAY, OKAY, I FUCKING GET IT!” Gin finally cracked at the annoyance and goes back to fix the forklift while the diminutive vampire cackled from inside the office.
Her attention came back to the hat she found earlier, the sailor cap that was otherwise undamaged compared to the mess the building had been left in before they got there. Most of the furniture was far too heavy to be knocked over or destroyed by the island pest problem, but there was still plenty of random debris across the floor. She changed up her frilly hat with the cap and glanced over herself in a window that was still intact. It’s nice, but it sort of clash with the “apocalypse princess” look she had going on.
But as she looked through the window she saw it: a tugboat, bobbing in the water like an ugly ducking. Left unpainted and with a thick layer of rust, complete with rubber tires tied to the side, it none the less looked to be undamaged and seaworthy.
“Gin!” Remi shouted out. She would have run to the fighter but her leg still made going anywhere fast so she would have to let her voice get there first “There’s a boat back here!” She briefly wondered if her previous joke would keep him away but he quickly bolted in to see it.
Gin’s jaw dropped at the sight of it. Remilia jumped on her one good leg and pumped her fists in the air. It was there way out, after everything they had to go through.
“I hope it still has the keys” Gin added. And then the mood didn’t so much drop as it did fall off the face of the Earth. The scarlet devil slapped her hand against her forehead, even though she knew that he was right to be skeptical.
“Alright, let’s look over it then…”
Like stamp collecting or something.
Once the scarlet devil built enough confidence to move again, she moved further into the office. She heard a great many grunts and sound of effort from where she left as she presumed Gin worked on separating their ride from the undead roadblock it was stuck to. Presumably. There was a sound of something heavy hitting meat followed by something akin to a firework rocket going off into the sky.
“Are you playing out there!?” Remilia shouted from inside the office toward her companion. Honestly, it seems like she’s the only person on this island with any kind of sense!
“I’m okay…” came the wounded voice of the redhaired warrior, which Remilia waited to see if he was going to be honest before he just went back to work “And get back here, I want you in sight”
“Oh don’t worry, I’ll just tell you what I see” She responded and looked back into the room. Although the perpetual cloudy night made it near impossible to see, she could still make out a few things with help from the obnoxiously green display of her boxy cellphone. “There’s a desk, there’s some paper, there a few pens, here’s a hat rack. I found a nice sailor’s cap on the hatrack. There’s a nautical clock from my time in the corner...” with each item there was a grunt of response from the fighter outside, growing quieter as the list grew longer and conversely the sound of a hammer hitting metal grew.
“There’s a nice sea shell on the wall-”
“OKAY, OKAY, I FUCKING GET IT!” Gin finally cracked at the annoyance and goes back to fix the forklift while the diminutive vampire cackled from inside the office.
Her attention came back to the hat she found earlier, the sailor cap that was otherwise undamaged compared to the mess the building had been left in before they got there. Most of the furniture was far too heavy to be knocked over or destroyed by the island pest problem, but there was still plenty of random debris across the floor. She changed up her frilly hat with the cap and glanced over herself in a window that was still intact. It’s nice, but it sort of clash with the “apocalypse princess” look she had going on.
But as she looked through the window she saw it: a tugboat, bobbing in the water like an ugly ducking. Left unpainted and with a thick layer of rust, complete with rubber tires tied to the side, it none the less looked to be undamaged and seaworthy.
“Gin!” Remi shouted out. She would have run to the fighter but her leg still made going anywhere fast so she would have to let her voice get there first “There’s a boat back here!” She briefly wondered if her previous joke would keep him away but he quickly bolted in to see it.
Gin’s jaw dropped at the sight of it. Remilia jumped on her one good leg and pumped her fists in the air. It was there way out, after everything they had to go through.
“I hope it still has the keys” Gin added. And then the mood didn’t so much drop as it did fall off the face of the Earth. The scarlet devil slapped her hand against her forehead, even though she knew that he was right to be skeptical.
“Alright, let’s look over it then…”
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