05-08-2017, 02:52 PM
Koal and Doom, cautiously crept through the dimly lit and cavernous hallways of Fort Cinderstone, the former holding a glowing torch high above their heads. The resulting orange-yellow glow threw long and wavering shadows that seemed to hide enemies around every corner. Occasionally, one would stop and inspect a room, the other keeping a vigilant watch for any stragglers of the Raider gang.
"I'm going into this room," Koal tapped the Doctors shoulder and motioned to a door on their right, "Keep watch and alert me if anything happens. These raiders know this place almost as well as the back of their hands." Doom nodded affirmative, and Koal slowly eased the door open. The office wasn't much, but Koal was sure he'd be able to find something of value, or maybe just some supplies. They'd need water or something else to get out of the Ashen alive. Koal found a canteen, and as he sifted through the papers on the desk, he froze as his eyes caught a name on a Manila folder.
SUBJECT XIII: Lynch, Koal
He nearly tore it open trying to open the file. As he skimmed over pages and pages of data, his mind was buzzing with questions that seemed to be popping out of nowhere.
"What did they do to me?"
"Why don't I remember any of this?"
Koal threw the file against the wall, his rage boiling over as bottled frustration and helplessness exploded outwards. His breathing heavy, he continued to sift through the papers until he found a map. The stronghold was designed so as to be a maze, to trap any who escaped inside, and a map was key to finding ones way out. And he walked out of the room, he saw Doom, with three dead raiders at his feet, a seemingly bored look in his eyes.
"I though I said to alert me if trouble came up."
"It was no trouble to Doom. I could handle simple thugs such as them a thousand times over." He scoffed, as if the very idea of a few individuals taking him down was preposterous. Shaking his head at his new companion, they pushed onwards, the two making a surprisingly effective and efficient team, searching and defending themselves in turn, and arguing over the map every so often. It was slightly nostalgic to the young Swordsman, if he was being honest. But not entirely unwelcome. So far Doom had kept to his word, so Koal would do the same.
After all, He needed Doom as much as Doom needed him.
"I'm going into this room," Koal tapped the Doctors shoulder and motioned to a door on their right, "Keep watch and alert me if anything happens. These raiders know this place almost as well as the back of their hands." Doom nodded affirmative, and Koal slowly eased the door open. The office wasn't much, but Koal was sure he'd be able to find something of value, or maybe just some supplies. They'd need water or something else to get out of the Ashen alive. Koal found a canteen, and as he sifted through the papers on the desk, he froze as his eyes caught a name on a Manila folder.
SUBJECT XIII: Lynch, Koal
He nearly tore it open trying to open the file. As he skimmed over pages and pages of data, his mind was buzzing with questions that seemed to be popping out of nowhere.
"What did they do to me?"
"Why don't I remember any of this?"
Koal threw the file against the wall, his rage boiling over as bottled frustration and helplessness exploded outwards. His breathing heavy, he continued to sift through the papers until he found a map. The stronghold was designed so as to be a maze, to trap any who escaped inside, and a map was key to finding ones way out. And he walked out of the room, he saw Doom, with three dead raiders at his feet, a seemingly bored look in his eyes.
"I though I said to alert me if trouble came up."
"It was no trouble to Doom. I could handle simple thugs such as them a thousand times over." He scoffed, as if the very idea of a few individuals taking him down was preposterous. Shaking his head at his new companion, they pushed onwards, the two making a surprisingly effective and efficient team, searching and defending themselves in turn, and arguing over the map every so often. It was slightly nostalgic to the young Swordsman, if he was being honest. But not entirely unwelcome. So far Doom had kept to his word, so Koal would do the same.
After all, He needed Doom as much as Doom needed him.
"...If the soul is left in darkness sins will be committed. The guilty one is not he who commits the sin, but he who causes the darkness.”
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables
-Victor Hugo Les Miserables