Dark City of Lament

The Dark City of Lament

DESCRIPTION - LOCATION - PEOPLE - LAW ENFORCEMENT - DEFENSES- CLIMATE - PRODUCTION/TRADE - RESOURCES

At the foothills of the Mithral Mountains' only active volcano, covered by a never-ending black sky from volcanic ash and dust lies Lament, the Dark City. Many rumors and stories circulate the area about this dark and dismal place. Many say that this city is the home of the damned, and that those who enter this dreary place shall never return alive. As many travelers have said, "Lament is the home of Despair and Death."

Description:

Lament is a relatively large city with a population of nearly 125,000 people. The city in and of itself is separated into three major sections depending on importance and the types of people living there. These three areas are the Inner City, the Outer City, and the Underground. At the north of the city, there is a massive gate, guarded heavily by reinforcements. This is the Northern Gate and it leads directly to the volcano, mountains, and the Northernlands beyond. The volcano is also host to the Obsidian Mines, the main lifeblood of the city.

Since ancient times, the city has come under attack by many different enemies, and as a result, they are extremely wary. Their system of watchtowers and gun emplacements survives to this day due to their need for a feeling of security. They are maintained and kept in peak condition lest the city fall under attack again.

The Plains Beyond the City Gates:

The dark and dismal plains beyond the city gates receive only a little sunlight at dawn and at dusk, and a little during the day, though only in scattered areas. The sixty-mile range of the guns of Dark Tower is dotted with watchtowers and checkpoints. Each checkpoint and watchtower is equipped with an underground bunker for protection from the guns. These towers use flags for signaling the troops at the City Gates for the goings on.

Green means nothing of importance and is the usual color, yellow means something odd is going on and it is under investigation. A red flag means a threat or attack is happening. This sends a signal to the Gate Watchtowers that is then relayed to the Watchtowers of the Dark Tower where the main guns are located. The guns will then attack the offending targets. In emergency situations, these outer watchtowers are equipped with bright white magnesium flares that cut through even the darkest of climate conditions with ease. These flares are used as an immediate bypass of the middleman and the guns will immediately fire on the targets if a flare is fired.

The City Wall and The Main Gate:

A large metal wall nearly twenty feet thick and one hundred feet high surrounds the whole of Lament. The Main Gate of Lament is here and is at the extreme South of the city. The wall is patrolled constantly by a garrison of nearly two hundred soldiers and is dotted with nearly 50 watchtowers. The watchtowers are armed with powerful machine gun turrets to add to the protection of the city. Each of these watch towers has a bright beacon that can be lit on the top with a different color flame. Green flames signal that everything is all right; yellow flames mean that something is being examined and checked to see if it is a threat, and red flames means there is a threat.

A red signal sends a message to the watchtowers containing the Magical Artillery Cannons adorning the wall around the Dark Tower, and the guns will then fire at the offending target. The guns have an effective killing range of nearly forty-five miles, and a less effective maximum kill range of sixty miles. If the trouble enters the city and has not been eliminated, the guns will not hesitate to fire within city limits to destroy the threat.

The Outer City:

The Outer city surrounds the Inner city and goes right up against the City Wall. This place is where the middle class lives, and oddly enough it is the smallest section of the city. Building sizes measure from one to two stories tall, and most of them are run down in appearance and structural integrity. The middle classes that live here go about their lives of work and play among the dirty streets. The Outer City is also known for its fine Obsidian workings. Obsidian jewelry is common here, as are smaller Obsidian weapons like knives and Obsidian tipped arrows. Nothing is sold that could be a serious threat to the City Guards.

The Inner City:

The Inner City is where the High Class and the rich live. The buildings here are tall, each about two to three stories high. Most of the inhabitants of this place are wealthy high class with much power behind them. They get a majority of the money and valuables sold within the city limits, since many of them are business owners.

The Lamentian Train Station:

While not the most extravagant building in the Inner City, the Train Station is where the train arrives from many different cities across the continent. Tickets to travel by train can be bought here and is also the main area for one to get information about Lament. Most tourists, few that there are, and visitors consider it a required visit since it is also where the city map can be purchased.

The Station is rather large by Lamentian standards, with platforms for four separate trains. This is also a secondary area of income for the Lamentian people, since several of the High Class may take the train to work in other cities such as Latent, Barton, Aekea, Strata, and Durem and therefore generate quite a lot of money just by their travels. The station is also manned by a large company of guards and soldiers that keep an eye on visitors for any sign of trouble.

Dark Tower:

In the very center of the city stands a massive and imposing tower, standing nearly one thousand feet high. This is the home of the current ruler of the city, which changes, as would a Monarchy. Around the base of this massive tower is a large wall nearly forty feet thick and one hundred feet high. The only way inside the wall is by passing through the massive metal doors, which in and of themselves are ten feet thick.

Every hundred feet or so is a watchtower with mounted artillery and gun units. These artillery cannons fire magical shells that can explode with enough force to level a city block and dig out a crater ten feet deep. The watchtowers are manned and kept ready every moment of every day, even at night.

In the case of an air attack, several anti air cannons are evenly spaced between the watchtowers. These air cannons fire an exploding shell of Obsidian shards, one of the few things known to bypass the sharp scales and skin of dragons.

In times of siege an energy barrier can be put up covering the tower in a powerful shield. The shield is created by Shield Generators located deep in the Underground Sector of the city. There are a total of four massive Generators that power the shield, but only two need to be operational to create the massive barrier. The others are there in case of a Generator Failure, and can be activated quickly. More can be found on Generator Specifics in the Underground Section.

If one manages to get through the outer defenses of the tower and make their way inside, a large and fearsome garrison of guards will meet them. These guards are highly trained soldiers in the army and are well trained in hand to hand combat, weapons combat of every kind, and are also well versed in most kinds of magical and elemental abilities.

After the main garrison there are the Honorary Ceremonial Guard. These are the only other challenges that stand before the intruders and the King himself. The Ceremonial Guard is made up of approximately twenty members, all masters of combat. They follow orders without question and have control of many different elemental abilities. Eight members are stationed at each of the four Shield Generators, and six of the guards are the King’s personal errand boys, following out his wishes and commands.

The Underground:

This area is where the low classes and the poor live. The entire city of Lament sits over the top of this volcanic crater, and the only light that reaches it comes from the glow of several streetlights lit by magical flames that will never be extinguished. Life in the Underground is very similar to life in the Inner City, however, down below are many more shops and pubs along with the Miner's Inn, the only decent inn in Lament. Life may seem harsh and cruel to outsiders, but residents living in the Underground prefer living here since there are few laws that are heavily enforced, although they exist.

Many items can be found in the Underground since it is a popular place for shops and many items that are considered contraband can also be found here. The Underground is the location of the Lamentian Black Market as well as the main turf of the Lamentian Crucibles. The Crucibles are a gang of thugs, bandits, and thieves that make a living by stealing and selling the items they don't like. If one is looking for a good time, then the Underground is also the place to be. Prostitution, gambling, fights between smaller monsters, and several pubs are all common in the Underground.

Perhaps the most prominent features here are the Obsidian Mines. These mines are the main lifeblood of Lament and provide food and money to a majority of the populous who does not run a shop or other business. Shifts in the mine run for five hours a day, seven days a week, but most workers only work three days out of the week due to the sheer number of miners willing to mine. The mines run directly to the mining sources under the volcano and do not connect to any lower areas of the Mithral Cave system.

The only other prominent features of The Underground are the Four Shield Generators. Each is kept on a raised area of the crater floor at each corner of the area. Thick walls surround them and the only way in is to enter from the main gates that are guarded by a group of forty men to an installation as well as one Ceremonial Guard for each as well. If one generator complex it under attack, then soldiers and guards from the town above will be mobilized to defend the structure. Only by defeating the guards and soldiers, and by destroying the generator can one of these installations be taken down.

The Northern Gate:

At the North of the city, there is a massive gate leading straight towards the volcano. This large structure is the Northern Gate and it guards the road to the volcano and mountains beyond. The path is worn and covered in lava rocks from former eruptions of the volcano. Soldiers guard the gate itself, and passage beyond it is watched with wary eyes lest forces attempt to attack from behind.

People:

For the most part, the people of Lament are relatively friendly, although they seem a little sad even when talking about good things. They are generally pale in complexion from the lack of much sunlight. Most are dressed in clothes resembling those of the Medieval Era on Earth.

Raven Industries North

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Law Enforcement

Essentially, the Law Enforcement of Lament is made up of soldiers in the King's Army. They patrol the city walls, as well as the city itself. There are fewer officers in the Underground area since that area is filled with poor folk and not watched as carefully, however there are a number of officers that patrol the Outer and Inner Cities keeping an eye out for any riff raff that might pop up in the areas.

All officers are proficient with many different forms of weaponry, as well as several types of elemental magic. They can carry several types of weapons, the two main weapons being…

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Raven Industries Equalizer EQ-1 .40 caliber-

Type: DAO Semi-Automatic Pistol

Operation: Striker fired, Delayed Blow back

Chamber: 10x25 mm

Weight: 720g empty, 980g (13 rounds)/1020g (15 rounds) loaded

Length: 210mm

Barrel Length: 130 mm

Sights: Fixed Front, Dual-setting Adjustable rear; Three dot, Self Illuminated (tritium)

Safety: Automatic firing pin safety, Trigger bar disconnect, Loaded chamber indicator

Capacity: 13 or 15 Regular/ SPR rounds

Special Features: Integrated M1913 specification rail underneath the slide for accessory attachments, threaded barrel option for suppressors.

The Raven Industries Equalizer was developed sometime after the turn of the century as a dedicated combat sidearm for both law enforcement and military personnel. The frame is constructed of impact resistant glass filled thermoplastic polymer with metallic inserts. These inserts help reinforce the internal rail system for its all-metal milled slide. The use of an internal rail system compared to the more common external rail system increases accuracy and reliability in combat situations. The inside of the milled steel slide is hard chromed, as are the major working components. The stamped steel frame inserts add rigidity and provide a smoother bearing surface for the slide's rails to act on. The internal ‘hammer’ components at the rear section of the frame (comprised of: main spring, striker, and sear) are internally braced as one removable piece for cleaning or replacement, and attached to the frame via a set of lever bars that act as feed way assist for the ammunition improving feeding reliability and decreasing the weapons 'pickiness' when feeding foreign or military surplus ammunition.

The delayed blow back system is based on Fabrique Nationale's as used in the their Five-Seven system except that the EQ-1 uses two large inline lugs instead of a pair of smaller parallel lugs in order to improve the locking strength of the action and decrease the localized friction associated with such an operation, increasing the weapons overall reliability. The slide spring is captive around the barrel and of nickel-silicon construction decreasing its susceptibility to heat or corrosion damage. Magazines for the EQ-1 are of powder coated stamped steel, and are devoid of any cut outs or round indexes on the magazine itself in order to decrease the likely hood of grime entering the magazine and attributing to a potential jam or failure to feed. The magazine's floor plate is made of the same impact resistant polymer as the frame, and acts as a finger guard to better assist in the weapons handling when using a proper two-hand grip. The floor plate is actually O-ring sealed and uses a pair of lateral screws and a slide system for its attachment. The follower of the magazine is actually a high density Teflon material and painted one of several bright colors, a neon orange being the most popular due to its visibility and acts the trailing edge of which acts a gasket between the nickel-silicon magazine spring decreasing grime intrusion as well.

The barrel itself protrudes eight millimeters from the slide and is normally protected by a non-glare polymer or powder coated steel screw on cover, however a quick attach style suppressor mount can be installed to decrease the times required to attach or detach a suppressor under combat conditions. Another feature unique to the EQ-1 is its dual setting adjustable rear sight which allows for a preferred sighting set (for windage and combat range) to be at the slide of a lift bar (located on the left side of the weapon) to be dropped enough to account for the freebore effect associated with most Suppressors allowing for nearly instant adjustment from suppressed to unsuppressed mode without having to readjust the sights of the weapon manually. When the silencer is remove the bar is swung back and the weapon continues firing at its default elevation and windage as is appropriate for its ammunition. An M1913 specification rail runs the first three inches of the frames front allowing for many after market accessories to be easily fitted. The rail is actually form molded over a metal ‘I’ shaped bar to act as a support for the rail and better integrate it with the frame unlike the frame inserts which are secured by a pin, this is physically part of the frame itself.

Disassembly is simple, and is designed for easy disassembly in any environment it is likely to see action. The owner first safeties the weapon and removes the magazine, then checks the chamber for any loaded rounds. They then rotate the Slide Release lever one hundred and eighty degrees so that the end of the release is pointing towards the barrel. The Slide can them be slide forward off of the Frame. This leaves the Barrel and its captive Spring as one unit to be removed from the frame simply by a lifting it off of the Slide Release Levers Bar. The Frame now only requires the ‘Hammer’ unit to be removed from the frame by removing the slide release lever completely off of the frame assembly, thus freeing the modular unit. Total disassembly can be completed in under fifteen seconds, though such speed is rarely needed. The weapon will function without liquid lubricant for five thousand rounds due to its hard chromed and molybdenum-disulfide coating.

In conclusion the Raven Industries EQ-1 is a die-hard reliable pistol designed for field use by military and law enforcement agents in some of the world's toughest environments, and performs above and beyond the call of duty.

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RI 226 CQB rifle, "Sturmwind"

Type: Gas Operated, Rotating Bolt

Cartridge: 6.8 x 43 mm

Length: 720 mm

Barrel Length: 228 mm

Weight: 2.8 kg empty, 3.2 kg loaded

Rate of Fire: 800 rounds/minute

Muzzle Velocity: 950 m/s

Effective Range: 350 to 900 m

Feed System: 30-round detachable box magazine, 100 round C-Mag drum

Sights: Piccitani Rail, attached LAM

Ammunition Type: Standard 6.8 x 43 mm AP rounds that are used in standard service of the Gaian Republic. Highly effective at mid-range against at least Lv. 3 armor with Lv. 2 plating.

Special Ammunition: SPR rounds chambered for 6.8 x 43 mm. Higher capability of armor piercing at maximum range as well as magical properties.

Extras: Aluminum Silencer, 3x Scope, Infrared scope, AC07 Grenade Launcher

SPR Rounds-

The Special Purpose Rune rounds allow for magical effects added on to the already deadly effect of a bullet. There are Several different types of rounds. They are listed below.

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Earth Rounds:

Petrifying rounds. Aim this at any part of the body and the entire limb will go numb within five seconds... and become useless due to the petrification process in ten. Less time of effect against non-organic targets.

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Fire Rounds:

Explosive rounds. A target hit by these rounds is incinerated by intense heat, and then explodes with firey force. The bullet leaves a firey trail in its wake.

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Water Rounds:

Freezing Rounds. A target hit by these rounds will almost instantaneously freeze solid. When used against fortified structures, the structure itself will freeze and become brittle to more attacks.

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Wind Rounds:

Armor Piercing Rounds. These rounds can punch a hole through just about any armor they are put up against up to two inches thick of solid, reinforced, metal alloy. Lesser materials are shot through just like tissue paper, as the air pressure around the bullet does the piercing, and not the bullet itself.

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Light Rounds:

Anti-Demonic/ Undead rounds. These rounds explode when they come into contact with darkness or evil beings. The explosion is holy/light energy and is five meters in diameter, making them ideal for fighting groups of undead enemies.

Along with these magically enhanced after-effects and powerful weapons, each soldier also carries several fragmentation, flashbang, and MDG's or Magic Diffusion Grenades. These grenades act in much the same way as the Magic Diffusion Mines mentioned below. When they explode, they disrupt the flows of magical energy in targets, preventing them from using magical energies, abilities, or effects for a time period of roughly four to five hours. These grenades explode on contact with an object after the pin is pulled whether the object is the target in question or the ground. They explode with a radius of 25 feet from the center of the blast, though the energy field itself does no damage to regular biological targets. Magical or undead beings are killed or dispelled immediately by the field of energy.

Other weapons include sniping weapons, rocket launchers, and any number of other normal military weaponry and attachments to said weaponry.

You can tell an officer by their unique uniforms. Dark blue and black, with white gloves and black boots. ((Think black FMA Military garb.)) You never quite know what an officer will pull on you, so a word of advice to travelers, stay out of trouble in Lament.

Defenses:

Other than the massive guns and the shield which are Lament’s main attacking forces along with the massive towering walls, the city also has many other defenses as well in the case that enemy manages to get inside the walls.

~Heavy Weapons:

The Lamentian Guard has access to a large number of tanks and Armored Personnel Carriers provided for the city by Raven Industries. These are rarely used unless an enemy threat manages to get inside the city with a significant amount of force behind them. They are based within the Dark Tower and can be called out to deal with any threat within ten minutes of being called into action. All of these are Standard Military Equipment when dealing with a major threat. The city also has a number of Blackhawk Helicopters that have been modified for various purposes. The weapons on these aircraft are as varied as the aircraft themselves, and can include anything from high powered machine guns, to rockets, guided missiles, highly sensitive radar and night vision, as well as thick armor plating. These tried and true helicopters are simply as varied as the men and women who fly them and make up the Guard. All of these vehicles carry anti-magical shield generators onboard. The most deadly of these heavy weapons is the D-3 "Lahar" Class Battle Walker.

Lamentian Arsenal - D-3 Class Battle Walker Wrote:

The D-3 Class Battle Walker is the first design of battle walker ever produced by Lament's Black Works. This weapon design team is responsible for designing the Obsidianus Flying Fortress and all its various technologies, the main guns and shielding system present on the Black Tower, as well as Lament's Anti-magical Shielding and magic diffusion technology.

The "Lahar" Class Battle Walker was so named for its terrifying power on the battlefield, and its uncanny ability to steamroll competing forces in record time. With a top speed of roughly 60mph it is the single fastest armored ground vehicle in Lament's arsenal, and easily the most heavily armored as well, being able to withstand several direct impacts from traditional weaponry.

Standard armament for the Lahar includes a Particle Projection Canon mounted in the left arm, capable of vaporizing flesh and metal alike. A secondary effect is its ability to temporarily scramble electrical systems that are left undamaged by the initial strike. A Gauss Rifle is mounted in the right arm, and is used primarily for armor piercing on heavily armored targets. At full power, the rounds can penetrate a full foot of armored plating before becoming ineffective. High Powered Auto Canons are mounted on the torso of the walker and the pivot joint on the legs, and are typically loaded with armor piercing or incendiary rounds.

In addition to these, back mounted Weapons Pods can be changed and customized for a wide array of missions. These include, but are not limited to, Extended Range High Power Laser Canons, Omni-Missile Pods, Mine laying equipment, and radar units. These weapons, along with Jump Jets for limited Flight capability, combine to make the Lahar one of the most versatile weapons in Lament's arsenal to date.

~Other Defenses:

Seismic Mines-

Hundreds of thousands of seismic sensors lay hidden beneath the rocky ground of Lament and the plains surrounding it. They even lay under the Underground section. The Seismic sensors not only act as a warning for a volcanic eruption and earthquakes, but serve the purpose of acting as a warning to the mines if an underground threat is coming. When something that does not resemble an earthquake sets off one or more of the sensors, the signals are matched with a database, and if the signal does not match any known disturbances, then the Seismic mines are activated. The mines can either be triggered via a signal from the surface, or automatically depending on what option the mines are set to. The mines can cause cave-ins in underground tunnels, and the blasts themselves have enough power to severely damage any armored vehicle that decides to make its move underground, as well as firing off shrapnel of obsidian shards to damage organic targets as well.

Magic Detecting Units (MDU’s)-

These tiny sensors are scattered across the city in various locations and appear to look like tiny silver smoke detectors, and due to their locations inside buildings and along structures, they are often mistaken as such. Each sensor detects any magic use within a radius of thirty feet from the sensors. If the city is in Lockdown or under any other kind of military action, the sensors are activated and serve to alert ground troops to the location of the magical use. The target the sensors pick up can be tracked with a special device often carried by military personnel during military movements, and the detectors let out a loud alarm when exposed to magic in the area of effect allowing for tracking of targets without the device at hand.

Magic Diffusion Mines (MDM’s)-

These mines are set throughout the city in many places both above and below ground. When activated, they explode, sending out a field of energy referred to as an “Anti Magical Pulse”, or AMP. This field effectively neutralizes any magical energy in the air and prevents any magical flow whatsoever within affected individuals for up to ten hours, but no less than eight. The field works by distorting the delicate web of magical planes and energies that normally flow through an area and allow a person or individual to use their magical powers. The distortion backs up the delicate flow and prevents the magic from being used for the set amount of time. The explosion does no harm to any non-magical entity, however, a being using magical energy to attack, or a being using magic to keep themselves alive or sustain themselves can be seriously damaged as the backed up magic can cause serious injuries to the body’s systems. Undead creatures, having used unholy magic to remain among the living, are instantly dispelled and killed by these mines and become nothing more than a normal corpse. The mines also prevent any magically enhanced abilities from being used for the time the user is affected by the blast. Any unaffected entities moving into the area of the blast will still have full use of their abilities, allowing for use of SPR rounds on targets upon arrival of backup.

Defense Plan Alpha/Omega-

These secret defense plans are Lament’s trump card when dealing with a losing situation. Only the highest-ranking military officials have the knowledge of, and the ability to make use of these plans at the appropriate time when such actions are deemed approved by the Monarch himself, or by the current highest-ranking living official. Only they know that they entail…

Military Lockdown:

This attempt to secure the city during a hostile time can be activated whenever necessary to protect the city from major threats and attacks from invaders. Lockdown Policy is listed below in full.

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"As of (Time of effect), the entire city of Lament is placed under Military Lockdown. Armed guards will be posted at every doorway, entrance, and exit into or out of the city and Underground. Any travelers already within the city walls will be held as suspects. No visitors will be granted access into or out of the city for any reason. Guard shifts will be changed randomly at any time seen fit. Normal operating procedure of the alerting system may be bypassed in order to deal with hostile entities more effectively. Any and all actions required to uphold the safety of the city are authorized.

All Guards or Officers entering or exiting their posts during a shift are REQUIRED to present personal Identification at gunpoint, and present the inquiring officials with a password changed for every shift. If one or more of these conditions are not met, the subject in question is to be terminated immediately and without hesitation. Any failure to comply immediately with the request of the interviewing personnel will result in termination of the individual in question.

Any Officer seen leaving their post for any reason without permission, including personal, is to be terminated immediately. Any individual located within a military zone that is not military personnel is to be terminated immediately without question.

Any abnormalities in procedure will be met with lethal force. All Underground Officers will be permanently stationed in the Underground section until the Lockdown is lifted. All elevator use is banned unless the Lamentian Guard Hierarchy grants permission of use. Elevators are to be used by Military personnel only. Any and all suspicious activity is to be reported and dealt with immediately. Standard Military warnings go out to any personnel in both Sections of the city. That is all."

Climate:

The climate around Lament is generally mild. It’s far north of almost every other town or village on the continent, so it can be cold at times as well. Rain falls every now and then, but not much of anything grows due to the large amount of volcanic basalt and rock in the ground. Sometimes snow will fall, making the area even colder to live in and cross.

Production/Trade:

Obsidian is the only item that is traded regularly, since not much else can be grown or produced in the area around the volcano on the land above.

Resources:

Most food production takes place in the Underground where crops can be grown in the rich volcanic soil along with a little magically created sunlight. Water comes from a river to the east of the City that runs down from the mountains and enters the city via aqueducts. These are protected from infiltration by dozens of thick metal grates, making entrance via these almost impossible. Magical detecting systems are in place to alert the guard to any tampering in the area. As the water is in the pipes it is cleaned, filtered and sterilized by numerous devices. The water is then pumped into the City via massive underground water pumps located deep within the Obsidian Mines.

The loud sound of a train apporching could be heard. Smoke came up from a distance as the black, steam driven machine came closer and closer to the station. Riding the train to Lament was Kakuu, a half breed who had stupied the art of ninjitsu for a while after she had left home. She was an assassin for hire, but was traveling to this so called "city of the damned" to have a look at the Obsidian weaponry, and to see if she could inhance her current weapons.

"Can't stand these long train rides," she sighed, looking at some of the travels, mostly Obsidians going home from a long days trade. "I just wanna get there and back to the White Plains to rest.". A man squeezed past, winking at her as he did. Kakuu growled and kind of scared him off. "Loser," she said "I might have to stay a day or two, that way I wont be on this stupid train for a while.".

The trains horn blew once again as its braked and slowed down. It took about 12 seconds for it to come to complete stop, the conductors stop everyone to stay put for a while, then they started showing everyone out, telling them "have a nice day at Lament, even though he didn't look like he ment it. Kakuu made her way out, looking for some sort of information office.

Kakuu aquired a map at the information booth, then headed into the city. The best shops where located top, but there where bargins and an inn down below in the underground. "I can't even tell if its night or day anymore, but I'm gonna head in early after I scan the shops on the uper level of the city." she said, walking down the steps from the station and into the massive city.

Kakuu walked into the crowd, pushing to find her way to the shops. Most of the people where the middle class, since she was so close to the city wall. The young woman walked forward, still pushing again the Obsidians. Suddenly, she was knocked to the ground from somone who ran into her. She got up and rubbed her head, "hey watch where your going moron!"

OOC: Bubbles, go.

Kakuu snarled, still rubbing he head. "Who you you calling a half moron?" she felt insaulted, thinking the stranger was making fun of her because she was only half human. Always quick to anger, she started to charge a ball of a silverish-blue energy in her hand. It was wind energy. Her whole body seemed to be glowing slightly aswell, and the people around her saw this, stepping back and leaving only the two who had bumped into eachother.

Out of the crowd of people gathered around the two individuals a harsh voice rang out, and a dark clad figure moved out of the gathering of pedestrians. It was clear by the look no these people's faces that the man was to be respected and possibly feared as people backed away from the man.

Lets break it up here. If you want to fight, then this is NOT the place to do it. Take it somewhere else, or resolve your differences without fighting. If you don't I'm afraid I'll have to take you both into custody.

The way the man spoke, it was clear that he meant business, and the way that more people on the rim of the crowd were moving back showed that more Officers were on their way if the need arise for force.

Vanessa forgot about the pink-haired girl, too. Instead, she went over to the Officer, and stomed right up to his chest. He was probably taller than her, but she didn't care at all when she snapped at him, her blazing eyes glaring right up to him as she poked hish chest roughly.

"Oooh, I'm so soooory, mr badass!" Sarcasm. "Though if you had been doing your freakin' job in the first place, there wouldn't have been any goddamn ****** fighting, you oversized toilet punk! Why don,t you get off your a and go catch some ******** criminals, for a change?"

People were staring, by now.

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Vanessa forgot about the pink-haired girl, too. Instead, she went over to the Officer, and stomed right up to his chest. He was probably taller than her, but she didn't care at all when she snapped at him, her blazing eyes glaring right up to him as she poked hish chest roughly.

"Oooh, I'm so soooory, mr badass!" Sarcasm. "Though if you had been doing your freakin' job in the first place, there wouldn't have been any goddamn ****** fighting, you oversized toilet punk! Why don,t you get off your a and go catch some ******** criminals, for a change?"

People were staring, by now.

People might have also been staring as four more Officers appeared behind the one whom was being poked. The man had a calm look on his face, as if this happened every day. Oddly enough, it just about did. Anyone visiting Lament was urged to pick up an information pamphlet at the train station, which described the risks of one's belongings being stolen. At least once a day, some visitor would get mugged, and complain about the Officers not doing their job.

The Officer calmly removed the woman's hand from poking him in the chest, then responded in the same rough voice as before.

Do you have any idea just how many muggings take place in this city Ma'am? We are under-funded and underpaid. We can only have so many Officers out and about at any given time, and they can each only handle one incident at a time. In most cases things are so bad that a single Officer can be handling some fight that has broken out, or taking down a criminal, and another mugging will take place not even twenty feet away. Not wanting to let the crook we have get away, we are generally stuck to handling things one at a time.

Now, since you look like you aren't from around here, perhaps I can interest you in an information pamphlet that details the risks of BEING here as well as keeping your valuables right where someone can TAKE them.

He kept a calm face the entire time as he spoke.

The screeching of the train sounded around as it pulled slowly into the station. The door's slid open and several individuals filed out as if going somewhere important. The city itself however was rather busy...moreso than the train ride up to this Darkened city. Among the few individuals that exited the train was a man, about 19 years old in appearance. He wore a red muscle shirt with black markings accross it. His pants were slightly baggy, red as well...and his shoes were black. He doned a headband...all the purpose was unknown.

He strode slowly out of the train, hands in his pockets. Making contact with the ground as he walked, his sword swayed a bit from his belt as it lay horizontally accross it behind him. As he stepped from the train into the town he breathed in. Not a good idea.

Even though the man himself had been around fire, the amount of volcanic ash and brimstone was almost overwhelming. He coughed slightly and moved on. He would keep a low profile, not to be noticed by many he hoped..until he understood more about his surroundings. Then he would see.

Than man walked onwards, lost from sight by the hustle and bustle.

Shin stumbled back a bit when grabbed by the woman. His hands were jerked from his pockets and he waved them desperatly to regain balance. When he got his balance back he stood upright and looked at the woman.

"Hmm..."

He thought for a moment, trying to recall any such person. Who was he kidding, he hadn't noticed anyone let alone someone like that. He could sence the panic in her voice, this jar must have been important to her if she was indeed in such a panic. He spoke calmly to her, but firmly.

"No Miss I have not...but if you require assistance, I would be glad to help..."

Meanwhile, across town, the same Officer that the girl had so rudely insulted was busy making his rounds when he noticed a young man, probably in his early twenties walk by carying a rather large stone jar, with a top about two feet wide. Now, normally the Officer wouldn't have cared, it was just a jar afterall, but this jar was CLEARLY not of Lamentian orgin, and the kid running about with it was deffinately Lamentian. Well, that and he had the arm tatoo of the Lamentian Crucibles that was faintly visable under his shirt as his muscles bulged out from the weight of the object he was carying.

Hey! You there with the jar! Hold it a moment!

The Officer turned and began to walk towards the boy with the jar, whom immediately looked back and started running towards a crowd of people. The Officer picked up his pace and ran after the boy. The chase was on...

"Well, erm, I was thinki--"

Something zoomed past, cleanly ramming into Vanessa's side at that exact moment. The poor lady was sent tumbling into the man's arms. Hopefully, he'd catch her light frame and not kiss the ground too.

Then, something else ran by. Something else wearing a uniform, and yelling something about a jar.

Jar?

"It's him! ********, he's getting away!"

Vanessa had completely forgotten about the nice man willing to help her. She had already disappeared, cutting through the crowd to catch up with the officer and the thief.

Kakuu hadn't noticed the chase thats started a few yards away. Her attention was on the diffrent ores being sold in the martket place, "I'll take these two." she said, taking out a few coins, each worth about 100 gold. "There are some great deals here, I may have to stay afterwall," she though, smiling as she looked at the obsidian. "With deals like this, I better stock up before I head back to Barton, then back to the White Plains.

"Get out of my way!"

Vanessa had turned the corner, too. Only, she wasn't planning going all acrobatic like mr Officer. See, the girl was kinda busy. That, and she was wearing steel-capped boots.

So she gave the thrash in front of her a foot that would've made soccer and football players around the globe blush in shame. Crates went flying, and so did thrash, while Vanessa kept running right through it. Hopefully, the officer that was standing atop all those wouldn't be too angry.

Then again, it was all he deserved for stalling to show off.

Luckily for the Officer, he had jumped up and over the crates, landing on the other side, before Vanessa sent them flying. He kept after the criminal, following him out of the alleyway and into another street.

The Officer grunted in acknowledgement to Vanessa as he kept after the thief, who was busy ramming his way through the croud of pedestrians.

Official business! Clear the street! Get moving! Thats an order!

The Officer barked the commands to the citizens and the split to either side of the street allowing the Officer a perfect view of the bandit, and giving him plenty of room to do what he planned next. His hand began to glow with a reddish energy as he kept up the chase...

The young woman was kneeling at the edge of a rooftop. From there, she could easily see the street in which their pursuit was going. Further off, coming toward her, she could see the officer, what with him blaring orders around and wearing such a classy uniform.

Now, she just needed to find the thief running against the crowd carrying her treasure, and she'll be able to make him pay for running off with Divine.

Tired of waiting after Shin. DX

It was around that moment that Vanessa would pop around. As soon as she saw that the thief was cornered, the young woman lost no time before coming in action. Thus, from her perch some four floors above the thief and the officer, she jumped, whispering through her fall the words of a quick incantation.

Corrupt water, fall silent. Life held still and slowed to a stop. Spirits, enter this body and drive my enemy to submission.

Then she'd land on the thief. Hard. That would probably send the pickpocket to the floor. Vanessa would take the opportunity to get her jar back from him and, as soon as her hand would take hold of the Spirit Jar, she'd cast her spell. Stale Flow. Invisible energies would enter the thief's body, slowing down his heart, his muscles, his blood, his thoughts, , his reactions, making his whole body half as fast as it normally should.

And Vanessa would stand up on him as he lay sprawled on the floor.

"Punk."

Shin kinda just watched the whole thing from the sidelines. It really wasn't his whole mess in the first place, and the two had seemed to be in control. He watched the officer take the individual away. Shin then walked forward to the woman and asked a most curious question.

"Why is that jar so precious to you?"

What the ghouls couldn't have planned, however, was that before they could get to the Underground Section of the city, they first had to pass through the Guard Stations. These were a few buildings on the outside of the mines surrounded by chain-link fences and barbed wire. The buildings and wire separated the mines from the city itself, and acted as a sort of barricade. It was designed to be used to keep pedestrians out and the mine workers in, but it acted as a wall that the ghouls would have to pass if they intended to attack the city.

Several of the guards stationed outside rushed to the disturbance, ducking behind some light jeeps and minecarts for cover while they fired shots from their weapons. A few of them used elemental abilities and pieces of rock, fire, ice, and lightning arched across the space between the two groups. Things were rather dark at the mines since the shifts were over for the day, however, the guards were on permanent standby in the area incase the mine workers decided to revolt.

Nearly a week had passed since the raid of the Ghouls, and the disapearance of several citizens. No one liked to talk about it much for fear of being blamed and being shuffled off to a Government Controled Prison somewhere high in the Mithral Mountains. However, the Lamentian Nobility, King Marcellus IV, was eager to find out how the creatures had arrived Underground without anyone noticing either at the Train Station or on their way down into the Underground.

A team of Investigators was rounded up and hand-picked by Marcellus himself to figure out what exactly had happened. Amazingly enough, one of the guards at the mines had survived the attack without being injured, and was more than knowlegable on the events that had taken place. As it turned out, the creatures that had attacked them had come from the mines, and not from the city above.

In responce to the guard's story, Marcellus ordered the mines be shut down for an emergency check of all the tunnels and passageways. Of course, the miners were told it was a reward for working so hard and increasing the productivity of the mines. The last thing Marcellus wanted was his workforce being afraid to go work. Durring the check, one passageway was discovered that had not been documented. As it turned out, there had been a collapse on the tunnel wall that had connected the mines with another tunnel network not created by the miners.

This interesting turn of events caused Marcellus to send his team of investigators into the other tunnel netowrk, mapping it as they moved so as not to get lost. The party consisted of five guards, a medic, a geologist, and a lower level ambassador to try and talk their way out of any trouble were they to find the inhabitants of the tunnels.

CH-CHK

"That's the last of them!" The nearly overly bubbly voice exclaimed, even as the stapler gun was lowered. A deep blue flyer was seen, the markings of a Leviathan and information on the grand opening of the Stadium were detail in it; and all the rest of the hundreds of flyers that had been placed all around Lament.

Word was getting out... and the people would come. For pride, for glory, and for the blood. They would all come to that one place that connected them all.

Similarly posted, all around were posters advertising the annual Heaven or Hell tournament. It had finally come to their region and fighters from all across Barton, Durem as well as Latent were flocking. Latent would be the boom town, and the days ahead showed nothing but promise.

Let's rock.

Damrius had walked for some time now. He had guessed about a total of twenty or thirty minutes. He could see now that the structer was a watch tower. He was nearing it.

He continued to walk until he reached it. Once he did, he stood tall, or at least as tall as he could, being only 5'9". He half yelled towards the tower. He stood about 6 feet away from it or so.

Uh.. Excuse me? Is anyone here?

Damrius stepped back at the sight of the rifle. He had not seen one of them before. He knew though, that it was in fact dangerous. He looked up at the man, his blond hair somewhat in his face.

I'm looking for somewhere to stay. I am out of money, I just need a place to rest for the night that isn't on the ground. I can work. I also seek a weapons master.

He said, clenching his fists. He was ready for a fight, but doubted he would end up having to deal with one.

An underground? Yeah right He knew that they were the slums basically, but he didn't know anythign of this region, so, he might check it out. In the mean time, he started to jog across the plains, heading towards the general direction of the other check points.

Now, all I have to do is find a trainer, and maybe I will finally be able to use this long sword. maybe He could train me to use my short sword too.

Vega Kurtsa Wrote:

Vega explored the overly large city, covering his body in a cloak, wearing a large metallic hat, which concealed his eyes if seen from straight view.

"Seems safe here..."

He thought aloud, continuing his exploration of this city.

A guard passed by him and set a hand on his shoulder.

Hey, unless theres a reason, please remove your hat or pull it up to where we can make out your face. We don't need any trouble.

His voice was stern.

Vega looked at him, but as he was told, he pulled down his hat, and brought it to hand upon his back, revealing his medium length sea blue hair.

"Sorry, I did not mean anything."

By Train? Damn.. That's gonna be expensive I bet Dame shook his head, and then asked another question. He felt very foolish for this, but he had only had very little money in his entire life. No more than 10 copper.

Um, thank you sir. But I also have another question. I have no money. Is there some way I can earn some money fast in order to get the ticket?

Damrius had felt very foolish now, and his face was turning slightly red from embarrassment.

Vega bowed, as he continued his walking, looking around, taking the guard's warning, watching out for anything that could pose a threat.

Vega overheard the guard who spoke about a stadium, which intrigued his mind. He followed, and checked to see how this "Stadium" was.

Vega had ran, following the man who headed for the island, and in short time, he caught the train as the doors shut, sighing for air.

"Barely made it"

Shadow kept her head down as she was on the train. Her forest green cloak was drawn up over her head, hanging in her soft amber eyes as she was jostled around on the train. People next to her talked excitedly about work, relatives, and other matters that didn't concern her, but she just kept her head down and waited.

The screech of the brakes are heard, and Shadow throws one arm up to brace herself as the train shrieks to a stop. She would find a new home here, at least temporarily, she was always leaving for new places when the old ones got boring. Stepping off the train and into the station, she heads up the stairs and towards the glow of daylight, heading towards the part of the city known as the underground, she hopes she can find the apartment complex she was looking for.

The landlord had already spoken to her, and she already had a room. Apartment number 281, she thought to herself. It was crowded by the sound of it, but she would survive, she always did. Though she was not used to city, she would make due. They needed medical staff, and that's where she came in.

Continuing on her journey, her foxen ears twitch in reaction to everything, and her tail swishes under her cloak. She aviods eye contact with most, but cannot help to look up at the more interesting of the commonfolk. After a while, it got boring, and she just continued on her way to her new home, head hung, voice silent

Upon days of aimless wandering Braiddan found himself at the entrance of the city of lament. He sighed and looked up at the very intimidating city surrounded by guntowers and the very imposing tower in the middle.He finally walked in and looked around the city feeling a bit scared from the very aura of the city. He shook his head and press on wishing he wasn't so obvious and the people of the town would quit staring at his black metallic arm or his bandaged right leg. His red eyes roamed around as he tried to find someone who didn't seem hostile.The only person he saw fitting that requirement was a woman who looked equally as scared as he was

Braiddan raised his eye brow as he wacthed the woman look around like a skiddish mouse 'Ok, scratch that more scared than I am' He said as he shook but suddenly saw her running before he could register it she collided right into him.

BRaiddan put his hand out in order to help her up. "No dont worry about it miss" he said responding to her apology.

Braiddan nodded as his red eyes explored the town not at all liking the total aura of the city. He let a shiver pass right through him he then looks back to her

"I know I think I'm about to leave here. I don't remember anything of this town course barly remembering my own name doesn't help matters"

Vega had in fact not make his stop at the same station he first boarded the train in. He was in a new area, looking around at this quiet area. Believing he would not be safe here, he placed his metal hat back on, covering his eyes from frontward sight. He took a step off the train, and began to roam.

He sighed and said "I just have no memory don't know why, all I can go by is what people tell me. I know I had a life beforehand because I keep on having a dream on how I lost my arm"

((I'm on for a bit at morgie's house.))

Frowning, she looks up to him, her face finally falling fully into the light. Her eyes search his with confusion, and a strange compassion that was odd for a girl who had just met him, but then again, Shadow had nver been normal. She smiles kindly to him, letting down her cloak. "I'm sorry.. if I could help... I really would.. I know you don't believe me, but it's true, I would.."

Looking down, she clears her throat only to raise her head again. "Where do you plan to go?... I had an apartment planned, but I really just don't want to go back there.. I don't think I could.." her eyes suddenly flood with sadness, and the chills return to her body

He continued to explore the city, keeping his identity low, although his odd appearance appealed to the sights of the people walking around. He began to walk faster, not wanting to catch any suspicious person's eye.

"Yes I'd like that" He said as he smiled then looked down to the ground " Got any Ideas of where to go I don't care where it could be a place you always wanted to go on vacation at. As long as it's not as creepy as this place"

"Oi, Isn't it always fun when people new to the area with no map try to explore the place?" He said as he shrugged and laughed lightly.

Laughing gently, her eyes light up, and her ears perk forward. Both swiveling, the two never coming to a rest at the same point. She thinks, chewing softly on one finger as she does so, then has an idea. "The train station.. if we can make it to the train station, maybe someone will help us!" Her eyes light up as she looks around, searching for the way to the station

Thinking a presence was following him, he turns around, looking, feeling someone was on his trail. He must've been hallucinating, as he saw nobody behind him directly.

"I best stop unless I want to get lost."

He thought aloud, looking at the train station he had arrived from.

Vega had heard some voices, and in an instant defense, he held the sword on his back, ready to slash at any time.

She laughs lightly, and nods. "That it is.." smiling, she turns back to talk to him, only to spot a man ahead holding tightly to a sword. Holding out her hand to pause, she eyes him warily.

Braiddan laughed as well but then he saw Shadow look toward a man who seemed to be very paranoind. Briaddan said nothing as he shook his head and looked back to the train station

Sorry I wasn't laughing at you"He said as the man suddenly came into view

"No trouble at all, being in this town alone seems to put people of edge" Braiddan said as he then put his jacket on to hide his black metallic left arm. For some reason he never liked people seeing it.

"I...I'm not from here, I am new here as well."

He said, as he pulled down his steel hat, and revealed his sapphire eyes.

"I have no clue, but maybe I can help you two look."

He spoke more comfortably, knowing he wouldn't be in danger for now.

"I don't trust this area myself, I can feel a horrid aura."

Quoting this silently while looking at the people around, he walks forward a couple of steps.

Braiddan raised his eye brow at the rather long name. He smiled and said "Yes, I believe shade is easeir to remember. My name is Braiddan Mel Oficias II I''m usually just called Braiddan"

"Very well.... I am known as Vega Kurtsa."

Vega bowed, as he hung the steel hat down to his back.

"I came here originally seeking someone, whom I need to trace down."

She glances to his arm, giving him a saddened look. "I'm sorry. If I could, I'd give you answers." She makes eye contact with him, and it can be seen in her eyes that she was completely sincere.

Shadow looked to Vega as he spoke these words, and her eyes again crease with worry. These men were good, but they were such troubled souls. She only wished she could somehow help them. She had her own problems, but she could not focus on them right now[

Looking up at Vega, she smiles faintly. "No, I'm fine, I just wish I could help you boys." She sighs and her smile grows into something hopeful. "I don't know why I'm here, I really don't.. but I don't like this city.." she looks around, and the aura of the city surrounds her, so suffocating she didn't know if she could ever shake it off. It felt as if someone was strangling her with her own dreams, and watching as she turned purple from loss of hope and finally collapsed

" Um were staring driectly at the trianstation but there is the hassle of getting a ticket and stuff, I didn't see anyother exits here..." Braiddan said as he looked down to shade. The aura of the city seemed to affect him as well as his vision went into a haze and suddenly he heard a voice.

Oh, there goes your arm. Pity I haven't taken a scratch from you but you've already lost an appendege. Braiddan shook his head when he realized it was in his head "Great the city is making me hear voices"

Braiddan looked to Vega with a strange look "What in nine hells do I need to run for?" He said as he looked around not seeing anything but felt the aura of the city closing around him

Feeling woozy, Shadow leaps aside as Vega pulls out the weapon, and groans, which turns to a growl at her realization of a bad situation. She wasn't sure what was going on, but she did know it wasn't good. Her hand flies to her knife, and though she feels weak, she stands her ground, hand poised on it's hilt

Briaddan reached into his pants pocket pulling out a spell scroll. this was his only defense since his weapons were lost a long time ago. He then was poised, ready to throw it

Shadow growls, seeing the attack on Vega. They were not close, and they had just met, but he was her friend. Her foxen ears flatten against her head, and she prepares her knife, glaring around. She would fight for him as hard as she could

Braiddan stared at the man and smirked as he then threw the scroll. The throw looked like it would of been a direct hit but, suddenly about three feet from the target a hand popped out of nowhere and caught it.

"You are pathetic when you fight with weapons, brother. What makes you think a piece of paper will do anything?"

Then out of the darkness a tall man with a toned medium build appeared. He was covered in the tatoo like scars that can only be recieved from lord class demons. He had long silver hair and a bone chilling smirk.

"Brother!? What in nine hells are you talking about"

the man shook his head.

Quite clear what I ment, I'm our older brother. It looks like killing you didn't put and end to you. Oh well I'll just take your other arm"

However, the confrontation was not to be so. Out of the crowd of people four men in dark uniforms showed up, one with dark blue energy crackling around his right hand...

Excuse me, but this city is a strict no fighting zone... If you do not cease and desist in your actions, we will have no choice but to take you into custody.

The four men were none other than Lamentian Officers. Skilled in the arts of magic and elemental abilities, they were trained in many forms of combat, and if that couldn't quell the situation, the automatic rifles at their backs were well greased and full of amunition, ready to put a stop to any troublesome individuals that decided to disobey the law.

Braiddan had a hand on another scroll but took his hand off of it and put his jacket back on covering his metallic black arm. The silver haired man disappeared as well . Braiddan let out a sigh of relief thankful that the officers came to prevent the confrontation.

"I believe I must go far...to be able to confront the one I'm looking for."

He explained, as he turned around.

"I believe I'm going to have to embark on a long journey."

Vega turned around, and decided to take her word.

"Perhaps you're right."

He too, walked towards the police, withdrawing his sword.

Shadow motions for the others to be quiet for a while, and speaks, her eyes darting around at the men as she does so. "Well.. we want a place where we can find answers, where the police won't bother us about fighting off things that attack us, and where we can find somewhere to live." She had thought of the three of them, and come up with this list, and looks to the boys, wondering if they had anything to add to this.

Looking hopefully up to the police, she nods, showing that she was done

Braiddan stayed silent looking at the police. His mind wandered off thinking about the man who claimed to be his brother he remembers the whole ballte but can't remember the man's name

Vega then rose his head up, and looked at the police.

"I'm just going to leave this town, anyhow. I apologize for any trouble."

He said, covering his eyes with his steel hat.

Well, I'm sorry to say that the entire city is a no fighting zone, and if you're looking for a cheap place to live, I'd suggest the Underground. I hope that was of some assisteance, but now, since things have calmed down, we'd better get back to our duties. Look after yourselves...

And with that, the four men disappeared back into the crowd of pedestrians.

A man passed by the group. He wasn't hoping to be noticed, to be honest, he didn't want to...he would be leaving.

Having arrived in Lament some time ago, Shin had had his ups and downs...but it was pretty uneventful. He decided that it would be best if he left this city and looked around for someplace else to spend his time. Who knows, perhaps he would return to this city eventually, but right now, he had to get out and explore another area.

---

"A train ticket please..."

"Certainly..."

He paid the man at the station and boarded the train leaving Lament. To what destination, that was undecided at this time. He sat down next to a man wearing white on the train. This man had a white band accross his eyes, like a headband lowered to far down. Shin almost said something but decided against it, instead he turned to face forward, letting out a sigh as he sat there.

The man next to Shin only smiled. Unmoving, he spoke words as if he knew what Shin was thinking.

"This band? I'm blind..."

This man, was Kuro.

"I'm in no rush, and finding one person out of the countless population of this world will not be easy. Perhaps he still is here afterall."

He smiled, as he felt such a warm hug after a long absence of the feeling of trust and loyalty.

"I wouldn't mind sidetracking."

Quote:** Wrote:

Luckly the guard was in arms reach of the pathetic woman. He stopped her from falling to the ground and effortessly picked her up; two other guards joined his side and they headed into the city.

• Enters City from North gate of Mithral Mountains -

::Kaym opened her eyes to a rugged low flowing ceiling. The dark brown colored wood smelt musty and humid, but still possessed a conforting warmth. Even so, the slum home was much better then a cold rock.

:She sat up, Immediately placing her hand on her rib cage, expecting to find the granite spear. It was gone, and replacing her shirt was a thick strip of gauze covering her bust and wound. The other wounds on her arms and forehead had also been covered by small patches of tape and material as if looking like a half-a** wrapped mummy.

"Ohh... So you aren't dead..." Said a very slow and timid voice.

:Kaym turned her head to her right, to none other then an older woman, looking around the age of sixty.

"I didnt think you would wake up so soon." She claimed, slowly sipping the warm beverage in her hand.

:Without answering right away, kaym shifted her body, removing the blanket from her lap, her feet touched the floor. Her boots had been placed at the foot end of the small bed. She slipped both of her feet in them and stood up.

"How long was I asleep?" She curiously asked, stepping over to the table and sitting in the only available chair.

"Oh... You were brought in by one of the city guard, no more then a day ago... I patched ya' up best as I could." She smiled and sipped her tea once again.

It kind of came to a surprise to her. She figured she would have been thrown in a cell or something alittle more brutal. Immediate care wasnt a luxury she experienced very much... She didnt know what to say, on how she could show gratitude.

Kaym unassertively smiled. "I dont know how to thank you. I can pay you for your assistance."

"Ohh.. pish-posh... money's hard to come by." She waved her hand in a silly manner. "How are your hands by the way. It was stuck to your sword. The kind city guard helped me pull it off your hand. We were surprised you had a hand left... it was melted to the very bone!..." Motioning her sight towards Kayms hands.

She hadnt even noticed. Looking to them she noticed her right hand was completely encompassed in bandages, and even though it was layered thick, she could still see a dark tint of blood that had soaked through many of the layers. The other only possessed single band-aids around her fingers.

"It feels alright." She answered, placing her hand on the table. "Where is my sword?"

"Ohh.. I put it up in the closet." She explained with a bit of excitment in her voice. She then got up and headed towards a door and pulled the wrapped sword from the closet. "I wrapped it in wool so it wouldnt collect dust..." she handed it back to kaym, "I wasnt sure on how long you would sleep." She then sat down again.

"Great logic, couldn't worded it better myself"

He smirked to himself as he tightened the straps to his arms.

Shadow smiles and looks to them happily, her eyes lighting up gently and loyally. She thought for a second chewing her lip, and then spoke. "How about we go into the station and find a directory of some kind, then find out from there." she nods, smiling, at the train station standing only a few yards away.

((Does anyone have any preferences on where we want to move our storyline? I don't have any place in particular, so if there's anyplace you guys think would work out, input would be luffed))

"Let's find the nearest town."

He suggestested, thinking it would help Shadow think. He looked around for a map of this nation.

"Now there has to be a place not too far."

Vega looked at the location where Lament was, and he saw the town of Durem, as it was the closet town to this city.

"Let's head to the city of Durem. It's closest here, and maybe has a more lighter atmosphere."

He suggested, continuing to examine the map.

"Durem sounds great, i think I might remember that area somewhat" He says as his red eyes explore the map confirming his thought."And I believe a lighter atmophere might be something we need right now."

"I'm set as well."

He nodded, and pulled his cloak over to cover his large sword's sheath, to prevent any attention.

"I'll go when you two go."

Vega stepped on the train as well.

"Come Braiddan!"

He said, hoping he could hear through the loud noises of the train. Although Vega was going to make a side track from his original journey, he thought, maybe he would find what he was looking for in Durem. He looked out the window in new hope of finding what he seeks.

The sun had began to set as one train pulled into Latent Train Station, a few passengers got off the train. Not many people where known to get off at this station for it had been known for it's mass drugs and crime. However there was an unlikely group who removed themselves from the train. There stood the fellow travellers that were on their way to find Ryugi Kazumaru.

One of the members, Madison looked about the smog filled city and coughed slightly. The air had not known to be the cleanest in this part of Gaia, but she shrugged and looked over to Silver. He was currently taking the lead of things, though Ryudo did not seem to take this very well.

"So...where are we off to from here?"

"Gee... THAT was pleasent."

The entire train ride consisted of Ryudo and himself shooting evil looks at eachother while Madison and Vargus whispered and giggled about god knows what in the corner. At least they knew how to stay possitive to a degree.

Though the fact that they haden't tried to kill eachother helped a bit.

"Angelous, olt sreenath ghil. Xuat xta'rl jalbol."

He turned towards Madison as ((thankfully)) Ryudo left with Vargus. He was glad to be rid of the broken one, and the night away from them may help get his mind off of things.

"So... where do you want to go first?"

Madison lightly began to look about the dark city as people countinued to walk past minding their own bussiness, or looking for a new pocket to pick. A few individuals gave Madison a wink, which caused her face to fill with disgust rather quickly.

"Possibly out of the way of these busy streets?" suggested the rabbit as another person passed nudging her over alittle. Before she could await his answer, she was pushed off again once more. But this time, the traffic of people caused her to flow. Now she had become another face within the crowd.

After moving quite abit from Silver, she managed to push through the people and arrived at an opening of a dark alley way. She blinked a few times as she remained put, not sure where she was heading. But the alley seemed to attract her curiousity lightly.

Quickly, she jumped backwards and nearly lost her balance. As she soon managed to remained back on her two feet she quickly shook her head from side to side. Her eyes soon where attracted to the ground as she avoided to look at him.

But with a slight bit of curiousity she looked up again towards the stranger's face to only see that he was infact still, smiling at her. This caused her to look back down at the ground quickly.

As he stepped closer, she moved backwards. Finally, a few words managed to slip out of her mouth.

"I'm fine. Not lost, nope. I'm good. And I'll be on my way now." With a quick turn she began to walk in the other direction towards the busy streets once more, with a sense of anxiety filling over her.

Madi's eyes began to become rather large at the sight of the second man. She quickly attempted to walk passed the man, only to have him cut infront of her. She narrowed her eyes slightly as she became frustrated.

"Excuse me. I need to get passed you." politely asked the rabbit as she pushed her glasses up with her gloved index finger. Though in the pit of her stomach she knew that this may not turn out too well.

Madison seemed rather annoyed at this point in time as the third man appeared fromt he dark shadows. With a sigh she crossed her arms and closed her eyes as though she was in thought, a small grin formed on her face as they drew slightly closer.

"And you think you three are going to keep me here?" She grin grew slightly wider as her voice filled with confidence. Though, in the back of her mind, she was feeling rather frightened but she knew this may have not been a good time to show this emotion.

Madison jumped alittle to the side as the fourth member of the gang seemed to emerge from the shadows. Quietly, she reached in the inside of her red coat pocket as though she was ready to pull out a weapon. She froze as she realized that her precious Sais where not there.

She had forgotten that they were stolen from her some time ago. However, she did manage to find a rather odd object. A large serving spoon that seemed to have belonged to Silver's Kitchen.

With no other option, the girl kept the spoon in her hands and remained looking at the ground with her eyes shut. The sounds of their movement lightly entered her ears as she prepared for the worse, for in Lament a fight was not uncommon within the shadowed alleyways.

Madison quickly jumped backwards as the tanned and large man moved towards her. Before she was able to move again, the heavy net had engulfed her within it's self. Without thinking, she began to struggle as an attempt to get out of the net. But the weight of it seemed to hold her down.

With much desperation, the girl began to gnaw on the steel threads that held itself together with her teeth. The taste of the net was rather repulsive and had the ability to scare off even the lankiest of creatures. The rabbit countinued to bite down on the threads.

Madison's legs and arms attempted to squirm about as the weight grew stronger on her. She soon felt that the spoon that she had within her hand went flying out of it. With much attempts, she attempted to move, though her arms remained still there still managed to be some movements within her legs.

With a loud cry, she forced her knee upwards with much of a stuggle into Brick. Though however she had not much of an idea where exactly her leg was going, all she knew that it would get the large man off her at this point.

Madison was now at the point where she was unable to move do to the force of the net. As the net was thrown over Brick's shoulder the girl began to attempt to struggle, but still there was no luck.

"Where the hell are you taking me?!" yelped Madison as they moved, her leg lightly kicked the back of her carrier, but still there didn't seem to be much luck once again. She lightly sighed as she countinued to move away against her will, with a slight feeling of guilt over her knowing that Vargus and Silver wouldn't be too happy with her getting in such a mess.

"Underground Market?" stuttered the girl as she seemed rather shocked by that. But however the man simply seemed to countinue on his own world. She soon caught the fact that an introduction was being placed before her, she sat for a moment not entirelly sure how to answer.

"...Right..." replied the rabbit as she looked around with her eyes to see the alley. The sight of trash and the homeless didn't seem to exactly please the girl. She soon looked down at Sol as though to ask for a request.

"Can you let me down, now?"

Dame walked around the city for at least a few decent hours, and found himself underground. How he ended up there, not even a professional detective could tell you.

But, that was nothing. Damrius found himself hopping from shop to shop, looking at all the little trinkets, ignoring pretty much anything that was other than the shop owners, and the items he was toying with.

What did I come here for, exactly?

It was getting later in the day now, and after a small meal, Madi would find herself along with several other girls waiting off to the side of a rather large stage of sorts. The four men were also waiting off to the side. Clustered around the stage were many many people, mostly men, but some women as well. They all clammored loudly waving money at the stage, where a young woman was standing.

She looked rather frightened, and for good reason, she was about to be sold into slavery to one of the people from the crowd. A rather sly and dark man was walking around the stange holding a cane of sorts and talking loudly. Apparently he was the auction master, and he went around poking and prodding the young girl as he talked about her, the crowd getting more and more anxious, yelling louder and offering more money for her.

Come now people, surely we can get more than 25,000 gold for this one! She's got all her teeth, a very pretty smile, and is quite well propotioned, if you catch my drift. I'm sure she'll make a fine worker for whatever you all desire.

He poked her as he spoke, and a man in the middle yelled out loudly.

30,000 gold!!!

Now thats a bit more like it! Do I hear 35?

40,000!!

40,000 gold! Going once...? Going twice...? SOLD to the lucky man with the big pockets! Take care of her Sir, I'm sure she'll do the same for you.

With a chuckle he motioned for the four men to come foreward, moving Madi up onto the stage. The man looked around at the crowd as they mumbled and cursed, and then moved into ohs and ahs as Madi was glimpsed.

Well well well... Would you look at that! Ladies and gentlemen, it appears we have a special deal on our hands tonight!

He moved about pointing and talking as the bets opened, and the price skyrocketed, for real rabbit ears where rare, in not unheard of. What did fate have in store for poor Madison...?

Madison looked around the crowd with shaking knees, with men and women calling out numbers and words. As the rabbit stood upon the stage small memories flooded back to her, memories that seemed to be long forgotten. As the man beside her seemed to begin describing details of the girl she remained quiet in thought.

"70, 000 Gold!" called a man from the crowd which quickly caught her attention. She narrowed her eyes as she was not ready to have this to be her fate. Quickly, the rabbit looked about the stage as though she were questing for somesort of route of escaping. But there didn't didn't seem to be much of a way out. Till her attention was drawn to a hooded figure.

She cocked her head slightly at him not entirelly sure what was his motives, she mearly soon shrugged suspecting that the man was mad or something.

Luckily for her, she had amazing hearing do to her long snow white ears. She sat for a moment as she thought if she was considered to be Ryudo's friend. But as the prices around her seemed higher, she was getting rather fearful of her fate.

Quickly she nodded her head up and down as to reply the man's question. A few of the men from the crowd figured it was a sign to raise the price, and with that they did.

"150,000 And A Goat!" cried another man from the otherside of the crowd. The sleek host of this seemed rather amused by how much the prices seemed to be increasing.

It was then that the four men from before stood up and moved in front of her.

I don't think you understand the thing you're getting yourself into...

Ryugi Kazamaru Wrote:

It was then that the four men from before stood up and moved in front of her.

I don't think you understand the thing you're getting yourself into...

Oh, but I do. You see, this fine lady here is not for sale. If my master were to find out about this, in which I'm sure his brother would tell him, then I would not only be disowned, and I would have to hunt you down.

Dame pulled in some more energy, but felt no need to hide the fact of it. His hands gave off a feint blue glow, and sparks of lightning began to form around them. Nothing fancy, but enough to at least suprise him.

He looked at the girl, and smirked. If she wanted to avoid a big mess, he suggested running would be a good idea.

There were very few guards in the underground, but that didnt mean that there werent any at all. Judging by this one, it can easily be assumed that like many other forms of law enforcement, he was 'dirty', a 'crooked cop', 'corrupt', whatever you wanted to call it, because this particular law enforcement officer seemed to stand by the edge of the crowd, watching the proceedings, and not doing a damn thing about it.

However, this member of the law would, like so many others here, be cloaked and hooded to hide their face. Yet, even with the hood up over his head, the lower portion og his face would be visible, marking this officer with a strong set chin and the rough heavy stubble of someone who's seen a lot of violence before.

He just stood there, watching over the crowd and the proceedings. Maybe he was paid off to watch out for disorderlies, or maybe he was just passing through? Either way, he was there, yet didnt seem to be doing anything at the moment.

The last time she had witnessed a mob at work was on the dance floor, but the sin manifested there was lust, not this bloodthirsty half-wrath. She was lucky, very lucky, to have so many circumstances keeping her away: her late arrival, the calming cold pulsing around her head and neck.

She stood on her toes, though, anxiously curious about the proceedings. How could she not and still call herself human? As if to put in its two cents about her mortal ambiguities, the little robot in her hands blipped dully. She had raised it high above her head, letting it be her eyes, or rather, eye.

The black man smirked.

The large man acted first and charged foreward, swinging his large club to smash Dame on the right side of the head.

The skinny man with the daggers moved off to the side, going to flank him. He moved quickly, aiming to get behind Dame.

The tanned man hopped off the stage, amd moved to the opposite side of Dame as the skinny guy. he cracked his knuckles as he moved, his legs bent and ready to move at a moment's notice...

Brick grinned and moved his club to intercept Dame's blow. He wasn't as fast as the smaller opponent, but he was quick enough to get his club to absorb some of Dame's hit to his ribs. He'd be severely bruised, but his bones were intact. That, and his club had a nice dent in it from the force. Dame's momentum would have been thrown off by the hit, and he would have stalled.

This was exactly what Sol was looking for. An opening. As Dame's sword hit Brick's side, Sol dashed forward even as the blade continued to move towards it's target. He then pulled back his thick fist and unleashed a powerful punch directly towards Dame's right shoulder where the bone met the socket. His outstretching punching arm would rotate in a counter-clockwise fashion, the spikes digging into Dame's flesh and cutting it in a circular pattern. Hopefully he wasn't right handed...

The kid with the knives had put one away, and pulled out the large steel net that he'd used the trap Madison, and was now spinning it over his head and moving towards Dame, slowly, but surely...

The black guy stood atop the stage, simply watching the happenings for now...

Damrius let out a cry of pain, feeling the flesh tear in his shoulder, and then spinning. He had been forced back into it, making everything hurt even more. He could now feel the blood pouring down his back, and his arm going limp. His sword hit the ground, but didn't stay there for long.

he pulled himself away from Sol, and spun around, grabbing the sword with his left hand, and at the same time sheating it to his side. He drew in energy, the pain eating at his mind. He was working on blocking it out, but it was failing.

This is when he figured he would have to do what he was waiting for.

He held out his left hand, and summoned up all the energy he had been saving up. 4 charges, not much, but enough. He summoned upon a massive lightning bolt, big enough to be a distraction, but not big enough to be much of a threat to his energy, and then summoned upon four more to strike at the black mand, the big guy, the skinny guy, and the man with his blood on his hands.

He moved onto the stage, and ran to tackle the big black guy. If they were anything like the ants they seemed to be, taking out the leader would shut them up for a few. the feeling in his arm was returning.. and not at all to pleasently.

Lightning striking inside was a bit of a danger, with the potential of catching things on fire, and some in the crowd were backing up. However, not everyone was worried, or they weren't worried enough to move away. The pulse continued, the feeling of fight flowing through the area.

Well, things seemed to get out of hand relatively quickly. A fight on the stage ensueing while the auctioneer was the only one left trying to keep the slaves in place while the bouncers and lackeys fought against the disturbance.

He began to shove through the crowd and head towards the stage where the melee was going, maybe he'd stop the violence before someone was killed, or maybe not, as he didnt seem to be in such a big hurry.

So this is how brawling's different from an arena, she thought dryly, hunched in a pose between standing defensively and just curling up into a ball. She felt the careless shoves as people were getting riled up, and others wanting to get into the circle for whatever reason, and her endearing chunk of circuits blinked its light weakly, sparking as various circuits fried, lighting upon her arms with a sting. It was certainly a new feeling, to carry a possible bomb while the immediate world was rumbling with bodies.

Zeke's eyes flew open, and he freaked as Dame charged at him (no pun intended). He threw his single obsidian blade towards the young man, and gulped down his fear as it bounced harmlessly off the net. Thinking quickly, he ducked to the side, rolling, and also reaching behind his back for his other dagger as he rolled up to meet Dame...

Glad to see you back on your feet, there.

He turned to face the mountain of a man, and smiled grimly at his burly, slow physique. He had already begun planning a strategy in his head, and decided to take action. As his weapon gave a large spark, another part slid open, and a mid-sized wire net came flying forward, its fibers sparking an glowing dimly. He then mimicked his "fellow" combatant, and followed closely behind his net, weapon spinning and ready for attack.

ALRIGHT!! Hold it RIGHT there. Neither of you two clowns move a muscle.

It was Zane, the black man. And in his hands were two finely tuned semi-automatic pistols. His arms were crossed over one another, the two black weapons on their sides. One was aimed towards Damrius, the other at the strange fellow with the large spear...

You've both proved your point. You can fight. And well I might add... But this show is over. These pistols can pump a round into you faster than you can blink, and I'm a damn good shot...

He had a grin on his face, and one could tell he was serious... Ferrex and Dame would probably want to think twice before even moving...

Damrius stopped his movement. He turned his head towards Zane, and glared at him. Guns he hated, more than these vermin. He stood up, and moved away from Zeke. He put his hands up, and Glanced over at his sword on the ground. That wouldn't be staying there...

He pulled the energy back in, and held it there. It joined the original six, iving him eleven, and that was more than enough to take out this character.

He looked back at Zane, his eyes holding hatred in them.

You go to sell a friend.. and expect me to let you do it!? What the hell kind of a person are you!? You have NO right to live! And neither does ANY of the scum that was bidding on them in here!

I'd lower your voice unless you want a bullet through your skull, boy.

Zane grinned. He was in control now. He may have been in control, but he didn't let down his aim, or his guard. The thugs got up and dusted themselves off, moving over towards Zane, grinning themselves.

You might not like it, but this is how we do things here. So, if you don't like it, you can just get your little child a** out of town. Same goes for you "Whitie."

The last comment was obviously aimed towards Ferrex.

Damrius glared at the man. And at the same time, he whispered under his breath, so that only one person would be able to hear it, only if they were here. Where are you, Ryudo?

Damrius Walked over to his sword, and reached down for it, his eyes rolling back into his head. He realized that happened, and put on a straight face. He sheathed the blade, and made it quite clear he had no intention of fighting back. But just in case.... he prepared all eleven charges for full on use.

You are the child. I may be younger than you in age, but mentally I am way beyond your time. I respect wemon, unlike you. I respect the rules of engagement, which disclude guns. And, most of all, I'm not so stupid I have to be a thug for some cheap a b***d who sells women for a living. Are you really so pathetic that you have to sink THAT low?

Damrius spread the energy throught his body, all the while moving to stand right next to the man witht he spear.

Thank you for the help, sir.

He said this, and turned back towards Zane.

If you were going to shoot me, you would have already done it.

Damrius pulled back all the energy. No need to waste it on such vermin. He did however force it up to his shoulder, where the gaping wound had been left. It would heal, slowly, but none the less heal.

Shut...

The ********...

UP!!

As soon as he finished talking, the loud bangs of his pistols firing countless rounds exploded into the ambient soundscape. Each bullet fired from the gun would have more than enough speed to strike both of the men before they even had time to form a coherent though or action and would strike with enough power to pass through their bodies, spattering their guts and brains across the ground before gravity had a chance to grip their falling corpses. It was game over. Or was it...?

If Ferrex and Dame were to open their no doubt clenched eyes, they would see the bullets spinning in the air mere inches away from their heads and bodies. Zane would see the last few rounds fired simply sitting not far from the end of his weapon, still spinning, and hot from the barrel.

What the ********>

It was then that the spinning bullets would drop to the ground, rendered harmless. The metal tinkering against the floor of the Underground's cavern. They would seem to fall in slow motion, as if guided by an unknown force. It was then that a slight whooshing noise could be heard, gaining volume until a powerful blast of something slammed into Zane, and scattered pieces of paper away from whatever it was that hit the man. Zane's body doubled over in pain, his eyes bulged as he clutched his stomach where fresh blood was beginning to flow.

Then, another whooshing sound followed, this time, the man's body arching backwards as something hit him square in the chin, a sickening crunch echoing across the quiet crowd as his jaw shattered from the force. His arms left his stomach and one could see a massive bruise on his bare chect where something has hit so hard, the bruise had actually began to bleed though the skin.

Then, two whoosing sounds, and Zane's body convulsed to either side as two more crippling hits were sent into his jaw. But still, he continued to stand. More whooshing, two more lighting fast blows. Then several more followed from different directions as something turned the man into a punching bag for invisible blows. After the barrage, his body lifted slightly into the air, and a much louder and prominent whooshing sound erupted as a lightning fast black blur whizzed only inches above the crowd to land mere feet in front of Damrius and Ferrex with a fist and arm moving into a punch as the figure slowed down to a visable speed.

You talk too much, slime.

As the arm and fist moved outward, Zane's body visably indented from the force of what appeared to be an invisible punch. As if he moved in slow motion, his body crumpled forward and flew backwards with amazing speed, splintering the wooden back of the stage, leaving a hole roughly five feet in diameter.

The black blur was none other than Ryudo Kazamaru. And as he moved himself into a standing position, his eyes moved to encompass the other three thugs. They looked at eachother briefly, before all three charging Ryudo. Brick moved to strike him with his club, Zeke attacked with his obsidian daggers, and Sol aimed a leaping punch directly at Ryudo's face.

Without so much as a blink, Brick and Zeke suddenly froze, stooping to the ground as if being crushed under extreme weight. Sol froze mid punch only to be spun around like a rag doll, and cast through the wall of an adjacent building as Ryudo spun around, his trenchcoat whipping around him as he did so. As he flew, Zeke and Brick began to recover, and once more made to strike. But as they advanced, Ryudo's cold red eyes locked onto them. With another graceful spin, Zeke was cast into the air as Ryudo's left arm moved upwards, and as Zeke moved up, Ryudo's right arm snapped out, Brick's chest and stomach folding in as he was sent flying backwards across the ground where he landed in a dumpster.

Zeke wasn't so fortunate, for after Ryudo's two snapping arm movements, he spun his arms around, and bent himself foreward, his right arm hitting dirt. Zeke plumeted towards the ground and slammed through the wooden floor of the stage, splinters flying into the air, and falling down like a strange brown snow. After a second or two, Ryudo stood up, and spun around, cracking his neck, looking at the crowd.

The show is canceled.

Needless to say, Ferrex was astonished, and yet internally horrified. But, he realized that there was no need for alarm, since this... figure... had just saved both his and his "ally's" lives. He looked over to the new man, and spoke as calmly as possible.

Well, I... guess that about ends it. If you're, uh... not too... busy... to listen, thanks for the um... favor. I guess I... owe you one.

"Actually, if I may have a word?" the law officer interrupted in his deep voice, though he did so more of a statement than as a question as he climbed up to the stage to stand before the crowd. You know, it was uncommon for an officer to be alone, especilly in a dangerous place like the slums, so where was his partner and/or backup? Probably in some nearby alley or building, just watching over the scene. That would be the guess of the crowd, and none would stop him as they did not want to bring more law officers from above ground into their sanctum.

As for the fighters? Well, if anyone was watching the scene from the shadows, they'd know those who would cause any trouble were the ones that already had, and probably would be keeping an eye on them. Now was just a matter of if they were going to deny the officer his speach to the gathering and if they would attack one of the law.

Damrius looked over at the cloaked figure. His right arm moved toward the Vengeful, but stopped in mid movement. THe pain from teh wound had gotten to him, and the blood loss was not helping. He began to sway back and forth slightly, and his vision blurring.

What are you talking about? And who the hell are you?!

The last comment was directed both at the officer and the cloaked woman.

"So where should w...."

He turned his head back. Madison was no where to be found. He looked around for a few moments, before deciding that she was swept up by the crowds of people. He turned back, hurrying down the decrepid roads.

"Damnit, Moonblade. Now look what you've done..."

Damrius stared at Ryudo, and shook his head. He then gained his balance, his arm throbbing, and started towards the direction Ryudo was headed in.

May not hinder my movement, but still hurts like a b***h.

He muttered that under his breath, knowing that ryudo would hear him anyway.

Madison didn't hesitate at what Ryudo said and was off in a dash. Though however, she seemed to keep her distance from Ryudo. Yet she was close enough to him so she wouldn't get lost. Her eyes were drawn sharply to the ground only to see the black trench coat that the man infront of her wore practically float infront of her.

Her arms where sharply folded as the feeling of stupidity settled over her, she knew that she shouldn't have left the group. But of course, what had happened had happened.

Occasionally, she would run into where Ryudo had been walking and quickly jump back. As though nothing had happened, she pretended as though she were to be invisible at this point in time.

Ryudo was stopped, even if only for a second. Madison wouldn't be stopped- in fact, she'd move even faster than she planned for another shrouded person dropping a heavy, gloved hand on her, pushing her one way to the side, where yet another figure was standing there in wait to lay hands on her shoulders. Madison would feel no pain, but their grip was true- she wasn't going anywhere.

Of course, this shrouded female would walk around to Madison's face, further discouraging her- as if the hands on her weren't enough. She raised a hand, and waved a finger in Madison's face. "Now, be a good girl and stop running. Unless you have something to hide?"

04 Spriggan Wrote:

Ryudo was stopped, even if only for a second. Madison wouldn't be stopped- in fact, she'd move even faster than she planned for another shrouded person dropping a heavy, gloved hand on her, pushing her one way to the side...

Ryudo noticed the p***k, but if the "officer" was looking to inject him with something, Ryudo's skin would prove to be a bit of a pain. He'd recieve nothing from the needle as it would not break the skin, possibly scratch it, but not enter it.

Ryudo didn't care about it though. He had more important things to worry about. He'd heard the change in Madison's footfalls, and snapped around to spy the cloaked woman. Immediately he would appear behind the cloaked woman with a hand on HER shoulder...

Is there something I can help you with?

His voice wasn't friendly in the least.