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Post by Queerly on Dec 15, 2017 10:04:24 GMT -6
Hello Starborn, and welcome to Plot 505: Arson  Team Leader: Zaimur and Godric Participants: Athelstan, Brutus, Creed, Deidra, Demetrius, Felix, Gabby, Renia, Regina, Godric, Gallows, Carmen, Esmae, Reuben, Verun. Please keep the following in mind!- Posts must be a minimum of 175 words. There is no maximum!- No strict order is enforced, but there must be at least two posts between your own character's.- No god-moding or reading characters' minds (unless your pony is a literal telepath, anyway)
- Always get consent before harming another character!- Your team is precious. Try to interact with everyone. <3- Have fun! Even if your pony isn't. 8'DAodh Prompt: Have you died and gone to Purgatory? Ignacio help you but this better count toward your afterlife’s bill. It’s another dreary, wasted day at the records office as you go through the desperately slow motions of incompetent bureaucracy. You sit there with your lists of sales and purchases while time is the only thing that seems to be moving. The only people that seem to care less about your own discomfort than the people that are waiting here with you are the people working the office. They don’t seem programmed to care about anything at all. Vagabond Prompt: Months of planning are finally about to pay off. Using information gathered from Chevalier prisoners, the Vindicators have successfully navigated into Eithne through lesser-known pathways. You knew this route would only work once, so you chose an impactful (though less than dramatic) target. This records office keeps track of the transactions and registration from some of the largest slave markets in Valore. Destroying it means the loss of thousands of ownership papers, and the confusion may be enough to set more than just few slaves free... You were so focused on your plan --get in, free the slaves, burn the archives, get back to the tunnels-- that you didn't notice a tagalong until it was too late. It seems one of the Bunker's youngest Cadets has decided to sneak into the mission too. Location: Valore, Common District, Ledger Office Time of Day: Late Evening Current Weather: Clear, Cold Leader is posted!
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Post by Queerly on Dec 15, 2017 10:38:58 GMT -6
Realistically, Zaimur could not have chosen a worse time to drop off his reports - it seemed every slave trader in the city had the same idea. Worse still, he’d left Caedes at home, snuffing out all hopes for any sort of entertainment while he stood in a line that should not be moving as slow as it was; he sighed deeply, resigning to the fact that he’d be here for a while. His mind wandered in the meantime, his eyes lazily tracing the edges of folders that peeked from behind the cabinets that held them; another equine turned away from the counter and the line shifted forward.
Zaimur busied himself with trying to point out familiar faces; he turned his head to glance behind him and noticed that a few more traders had joined the fray. He recognized a handful, and had spoken to a few of them on occasion - he saw Deidra’s spotted coat amidst the faces he didn’t recognize, along with Felix and a mare with emerald horns he’d seen but whose name he did not know. He turned back to his place in line just in time to see the last person separating him from releasing his paperwork and getting the hell out of there turn away from the counter, and he took their place.
“Name, please.”
“Zaimur.”
“Here to deliver your weekly records?”
Refusing to verbally answer what he thought was an asinine question, Zaimur placed his stack of papers neatly on the desk. The clerk lifted them with a rose-colored teke, eyeing them with an expression stuck somewhere between ‘boredom’ and ‘disdain’. After what felt like an eternity consisting of silently watching the mare before him scrutinize his paperwork for errors, she offered him a small nod and that returned as a coy smile. He took that as his cue to leave and turned, eyeing the group of equines he recognized. Never one to pass up an opportunity to network, he plastered on a smile and made his way over to them.
“Seems we all had the same idea this evening, eh?”
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Post by firebirdfalling on Dec 15, 2017 19:02:48 GMT -6
♛ Business was slow, it was cold, and she was stuck in some backwater ledger office with nothing to do. Granted, so was a bunch of other people but in all generality, this was not the way she wanted to spend her evening. Rania wanted in and out like lightning but it seemed Ignacio had other ideas for her to spend the time.
Athelstan was stuck here with her as well, since she had been assaulted more than once over the past year that she deemed it necessary for him to come along. Not that he minded after all, he had this oddly friendly way about him, almost child-like, as to how he viewed her. Didn't really matter though, since she only really needed a bodyguard that she didn't have to pay.
The line inched forward, easing a small sigh out of her. Rania's patience wasn't something to be applauded for, but surprisingly she hadn't exploded from frustration quite yet. Maybe it was from the influx of slave traders that had shown up, or the silent game she was playing in her head of which ones did the shadiest things behind closed doors to keep her entertained, who knew.
But as she was silently tallying who she might add to her contact list, someone extracted themselves from the front of the line after dropping off their papers and wandered over to her general direction. Honestly, she didn't know this person by name, or even really recognize them as they came closer. She was in a group of others as well, so it might have not even been her that drew their attention, but someone near her. No matter, talking was a way to pass the time, and she wouldn't mind finding some more clients at the moment. Post #1 | WC: 296 | Rania - Gang Boss ulla |
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 15, 2017 22:33:01 GMT -6
Deidra
Boss ass Bitch
Gods business was booming, who would have thought after a few minor hiccups in the grand scheme of things. Still she had a good reputation, hell she taken a business and could make it into an empire, something she planned to do with her business honestly. With papers in the bag Deidra heads to a place that made her hate life more then anything. The Records Office. Gods forbid they hire the fucking slowest nitwits to run that place. Deidra could train slaves and sell them faster then they could look up her fucking name. Still she had to be civil, they "helped" with her business.
Walking in she found a brow rising and her teeth instantly gritting. What the actual fuck?! This place was stuffed further then the fucking nobility at food party. Cramming another soft biscuit in their damn mouth. "Are you kidding me?" she nearly sneered as she eyed the horses working and felt herself fumming all the more. That old betty was working. Gods have mercy on her soul, Deidra hadn't seen that old mare in a while and while it may be cruel, Deidra swore the old mare died, but gods love to prove her wrong and there she was working the office as if she was already in rigamortis. Brow twitchedas she dead pan stared ahead at her, the horse in front of her feeling the burning heat of her deadly stare. Fuck today.
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Post by iBadge on Dec 16, 2017 11:23:48 GMT -6
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From the front of the line, an infuriated whinny seemed to rise up above the general din within the records office. "What in the name of sweet, flaming gods do you mean, I'm supposed to be next door?" Gabby was simply aghast, as annoyance flared across her face and her nostrils flared in frustration. She'd been waiting in this line for hours, and it had evidently been all for nothing. Especially since there was likely no chance in Eithne that she'd have the time to go to another office, wait in another line, and be seen and have things finalized before everything closed. Which means today had been a total waste.
It took literally all of her self-restraint not to rear and smash this desk to bits as the desk mare took a deep breath and informed her in a monotone voice that the citizenship office was next door. And that, no, they could not take her papers and deliver them next door for her, as they had no connections with the citizenship office despite the fact that they were all, on some level, under the same government. "There aren't even any signs in here! How was I supposed to know that?" Pinning her ears back against her skull, a loud and obnoxious snort escaped from her nostril as she stomped her hoof against the wooden floor. "You can't do anything?" Eventually, a battle lost had become evident, as Gabby let out an aggravated groan and, with a flash of crimson, picked up her papers, shuffled them, and stuffed them into the pouch she had tied around her neck.
She couldn't believe she'd ended up in the slave records office.
Huffing and puffing, the filly turned and immediately started stomping off towards the exit. Might as well get to finding a roof to put over her head for the night before it got too dark and cold. But she found that there was a collection of horses in her way, and her blue eyes flickered across each of these strangers as her mind began to put two and two together. "Hold up, wait. Is literally everyone in here a slave trader?" she asked them brazenly, unsure if she, as a common and homeless cur, ought to be uncomfortable around this lot or something else.
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Post by purrsain on Dec 16, 2017 21:26:54 GMT -6
Athelstan
Athelstan stood silently next to Rania as they waited in line at the records office. He looked around the room, failing to find a single person he recognized he turned his attention to the line he and his master were currently waiting in. He had somewhat forgotten their original purpose for being in the building but he knew Rania had to turn some papers in and he had been tasked with protecting her as that is his job. Since Rania first purchased him she has needed him more and more as she has been assaulted more over the years.
Shifting slightly in his spot as he felt slightly claustrophobic as the mass of bodies around him moved and shifted. He looked around once more but this time looking for shady characters that could potentially bring harm to his master. He looked behind him in worry as he felt the heated eyes of someone behind him, seeing an angry looking mare with a spotted coat behind him he chose to turn his eyes away from her and look forward to avoid angering her. That was the last thing that he needed in this cramped building. As he turned his head forward he saw someone approaching his master so he stepped slightly forward to protect her if things got out of hand.
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Post by kitnkt on Dec 18, 2017 3:37:45 GMT -6
Creed
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It was busy. From the lines and insufferable lack of space between flanks, it just seemed today was the day every slave trading horse had to come. Unfortunately, he was one of those. Creed had kept one slave by his side because he thought, very stupidly, that this would be a quick duck in and out. Demetrius stood solemnly besides him, ears held back like usual. Creed was in a hurry for home' it was cold, there was no space and he was hungry. Every other moment, his head poked out to the side to check the process of the counter mares and with each judgemental stare returned had his patience dwindled.
"Useless." He grumbled, ears pushing hard against his head. Weight shifting between his hooves in annoyance, he attempted to keep himself occupied. Files stuffed in his bags, Creeds mind slowly flew to them. Eyes first scanning up on his slave then down to his bag, the buckskins neck tilted slightly, watching as a soft orange teke opened the bag and pulled his documents towards him. Shuffling through them, he grumbled again and kept his attention within his bubble. |
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Post by empyre on Dec 18, 2017 16:58:16 GMT -6
Regina || Pit Slave Regina was, without a doubt, a masochist, but this? This was torture even for her. She thought she was just going to the records office to help Deidra carry all of her things, not take a lovely visit to Actual Hell for several hours. A deep frown graced her usually distinguished features as she stared at the line ahead of them. Surely she would perish of old age before they got to the front, though now that she got a look at the mare taking the current shift, it was much more likely for the poor old thing to keel over in the nest ten minutes. "Dear Ignacio what have I done to deserve this?" She muttered only loud enough for Deidra to hear, certain the other mare would agree with the sentiment. At the sound of another poor, tortured, soul crying out at the front of the line, Regina groaned, letting her head droop until she was resting it on Deidra's hip. Ah.. at least this view was better than the massive line ahead. Such a nice butt... maybe if she looked pathetic enough Deidra would let her stay like this...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 19, 2017 22:48:23 GMT -6
esmae | vagabond | vindicator | medic ❝ A breathy huff escaped her, the cool ground damp against her hooves. It was quiet, besides the soft breathing and hoof steps of the equines around her. A mission, they said. Furrowing her brow, Esmae looked up ahead over her fellow Vindicator's shoulders. Not far ahead now. Hopefully. With subtle movement, she stepped to the side, hastening her pace to be at the head of the front. Or at least, close to it.
Tilting her head, she attempted to mark down every turn and stair way to memory. Unfortunately, she only got so far before they began to look the same to her. Not a good sign. Flicking her ears back, she misstepped, stumbling in front one of her companions with lack of attention. The loud sound racked her nerves, holding her breath tightly. Her chest constricted, she forced herself to exhale a shaky breath.
"Sorry, sorry." She murmured hushedly, glancing up to the equine apologetically. Regaining her footing, she straightened herself and looked ahead. There it was. Right on the dot, where the Chevalier prisoners said it would be. The door to the records office. Easing the entry way open with a gentle touch, slowly enough the hinges wouldn't creak, it revealed the gleaming interior of the archives. Bingo. Scrolls, ownership papers, all of the sorts lined the walls in neatly filed cabinets. After peeking through the small crack from the door, surveying the area, she set foot into the room without abandon and soon was followed by the other Vindicators. No sign of any Aodhians. For now. Hmm, she mused, glancing up the high walls and spacious room. Aodhians did always have the nice things. Glancing back behind her, she quickly snapped out of her thoughts. Gah! No time to dawdle. Running her gaze across her partners, she murmured, "Anyone got a lighter?"POST I ● word count 305 |
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Post by notadonkey on Dec 21, 2017 20:19:48 GMT -6
Reuben
Vagabond | Explosions Specialist
The mule moved along as silently as he could muster, his breath puffing out in clouds as he exhaled. He was not fantastic at directions, much less memorizing the layout of a city he's never been in, so he settled for following his fellow vindicators moving slightly ahead of him. His stoic face didn't show it, but Ben was excited. Burning down a bunch of shit is right up his alley. Literally, as they walked through a darkened alley towards their destination. He felt so out of place in this massive city. Everything was so... neat. From the buildings right down to the cobblestones placed neatly in the streets. He grew up in a large city, but after years of living in the woods of Onea, plus never really liking big cities in the first place, this is all foreign to him. From the corner of his eye, he saw Esmae stumble and mumble her apologies. He rolled his eyes, but continued on. It wasn't long before they finally made it to the records office. Peaking inside, Reuben scanned the many rows of paperwork, scrolls, records. He smiled a bit, oh man this is gonna be fun. "Anyone got a lighter?" Reuben rummaged through his saddlebag. "I've got two, and a pack of matches." He decided to pack light, no need for complicated things when they only needed to spark a fire. The seal bay looked back at the others, "Ready when you all are."
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Post by xredwing on Dec 22, 2017 19:50:27 GMT -6
Carmen | Vagabond | Soldier Carmen strode calmly near the lead of the small party of Vindicators; as a defector of Aodh, she knew the outskirts and inner workings of the city well. She found her mind drifting uncomfortably towards dark thoughts of her former home as their little platoon picked their way silently through the back alleys to the records office, though she was snapped quickly back from her thoughts as Esmae stumbled just before her. "Easy there." She spoke softly, offering a supporting shoulder to help the mare re-steady herself. Carrie craned her neck to look around; they hadn't drawn any attention yet. Her ears perked up as they neared their destination; the rear entrance of the records office was easy enough to find, and oddly unprotected for a city that has had such trouble from outsiders in recent months. As the group trickled inside the back office and they began rooting around, she stood closest to the door to protect their escape route; if her old training as a squire taught her anything, it was that no mission is ever easy, no matter how simple it may seem at first. She glanced nervously between their little patrol and the short hallway to the front of the office, shifting her weight between her hooves as a few shouts could be heard from the main room. "Light this place and let's go."
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Post by houndflash on Dec 22, 2017 20:47:59 GMT -6
Verun-Vindicator-Cadet
Verun happily sneaked behind the older Vindicators as they silently navigated their way around this giant city. Verun had been following them ever since they had left the Bunker, at a large enough distance that no one noticed her, but close enough that she could still see them, just like she was taught. She had gotten the idea to follow them after almost everyone had left the Bunker to go on some mission or another, and she had been told to help count the rations and other chores that the small pegasus filly could handle. Instead Verun wanted to prove that she was a big mare who could actually help with these things and was learning. Who knew, maybe even they would let her start training with a solider or specialist or something and she might even learn how to fly soon. The very thought of learning to fly got the small zorse's tiny wings to shudder in a suppressed urge to stretch and flap around. She almost lost the group as they had ducked into another room, but she refocused just in time to catch them.
Verun stood in awe at the room that everyone had gone into, hiding behind a bookcase filled with rolled up papers that Verun assumed were scrolls. Her mouth had dropped in shock as she looked at all the papers, scrolls, and books. She didn't even know this much paper had existed!
She snapped back to focus, listening as some voices were heard from outside the room. She instinctively pulled her wings closer to her, and ducked her head, trying to get smaller hoping no one saw her. She had gotten so far...
"Light this place and let's go."
Verun glanced up, and turned her head up and looked towards the others. Were they going to blow up all these books? Did that mean they're all against freedom? That's what Miss. Dinah said that the Vindicators were all about, to give freedom that had it forced away.
"This is a lot of bad books." Verun muttered as she stared wide eyed at all of them, taking a step back towards the wall, wanting to be far away from any bad ideas. She didn't want to become bad because she was near them.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Dec 23, 2017 17:09:02 GMT -6
Deidra
Boss ass Bitch
The longer she waited here ins this god forsaken building the more she could feel her tension rise. Sudden words of Reg wafted to Deidra's ears the slave trader could almost laugh at such a remark. Reg laid her head on Dedira's backside, a bold move, she thought, but perhaps it was best to allow her some leeway of such an act. It was not everyday someone got forced to accompany Deidra here. Plus it was best for everyone she was with someone. The last time Deidra was here alone, she was quick to show off her title and mouth to get her way. Started a riot of the sort. A mess and soon it was clear it was best Deidra took someone with her, to hold her back from such shows.
Though perhaps it would scare someone to leaving the line and she would be a step closer instead of the near back. "For the love of Ignacio, I could have trained three slaves by now." she growled out. Yet some poor wit decided to look back, and the second Atheleston did Deidra was quick to make eye contact and puff out her chest with a snort. Fucking look away if you know best, the message was clear.
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Post by PaganStars on Dec 24, 2017 16:48:40 GMT -6
Godric A million mile from home, I'm walking ahead
I'm frozen to the bones, I am
A soldier on my own
  
x | x Godric had thought that he would never have to see this damn city again. He had been free for almost six months, had escaped from its gilded cage and ran back to his wife, back to his child he hadn't even known he had. Things were good, as good as they had been for months. He began working with the other Vindicators again, had moved with them to their bunker and was ready to get out there again, to put his hoof forward and make Aodh pay for what they did. A rage still burned in his heart but Griffin and Beartooth had calmed that, had made him feel peace for once.
But then he had found his wife murdered in the woods, her blood cold and her eyes lifeless. That fire had all but burned out. But he needed to be there for Griffin, to make her world a better place.
So now he was back in this damned city, his mouth downturned and a sour taste on his tongue. The small group od Vindicators had travelled fast and light, working together to sneak back into the city and move silently through the streets, right to where they needed to be. The office fueled his rage, just the knowledge of what was kept in there making his skin crawl. He had led the charge to the building, knowing his way through the streets only slightly better than they did. The office was easy enough to find, easy enough to sneak in with the information they had. As they worked their way through the building, Godric glanced down as Esmae, a medic, moved forward to the front, her ears flicking this way and that. He could tell she was nervous, but hopeful too. He merely grunted when she stumbled, shouldering on deeper into the office, silent.
When they finally reached the treasured room, Godric couldn't help but smirk and shake his head. It's as if they were hoping for a fire, Godric snorted. His gaze turned to hers before he nodded, deep grey-blue teke reaching into his bag and producing various viles of oil and matches, tossing them to her as well the others. Turning, Godric almost missed the Cadet that stood near the back, his perceptiveness picking up the murmured words. Narrowing his eyes, he moved out of the way to let the others get to work before stepping up her "What are you doing here" he breathed.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 24, 2017 19:11:47 GMT -6
esmae | vagabond | vindicator | medic ❝ Nodding in acknowledgment, Esmae couldn't help but hesitate. This was easy. Almost too easy. Wasn't it? Despite the high tensions that had risen within their group. With only all of the Aodhians so close. She could note at least Carmen, who had helped her up from before, shared her racked nerves. With only one word, they would strike the match and set it all aflame. Hell, toss a dozen matches from the packs Godric and Reuben carried. Not to mention the various oils the ebony stallion pulled out of his bag. Dangerous was an understatement. Furrowing her brow in thought, she glanced behind her to the corridor that led to the other rooms. With the oil, it would definitely be much easier to set the place aflame. Along the papers along with it. However, there were not only Aodhians here but also their slaves. In a hushed voice, she murmured. "The slaves. In the confusion, get out as many out of here if you can." A touch of concern tinted her tone as she couldn't help but add, "And don't try to take any unnecessary risks. Alright?" From what she could say, it was the best she could do. It wasn't like she could tell them not to get injured. Getting battered and beaten was being a part of the Vindicators. She knew that for a fact from those that came for her expertise. Stop being such a mother hen, she mused. Just as Esmae set forward to move with their plans, her gaze followed Godric's onto the small cadet that held close to the wall. It took her a moment to register the sight, her words dying on her tongue. It was the winged filly that usually zipped around the Bunker. From what she heard of at least. Her golden eyes were wide, she sputtered quietly under her breath. This was certainly not a part of the plans. And this mission was no place for a young thing with an eye for something new. You couldn't have said it any better. A mere thought following Godric's words while her attention focused on the cadet. Glancing at each Vindicator in wide-eyed confusion, she managed to stammer. "M-More importantly, how are we getting you back to the Bunker?" Before you get hurt. Fretting over the sudden complication of their plans now that she arrived, Esmae took a moment to regain her stature as she peered down onto Verun. POST 2 ● word count 407
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Post by empyre on Dec 26, 2017 1:09:42 GMT -6
Felix || Slave Trader As if he hadn't been tortured enough lately, he just had to pick the time to turn in his records that everyone in Valore and their mother had shown up to do the same. Shimmying into the crowded office, he heaved a sigh. Perhaps he should just come back another day...His ears perked when he heard a familiar voice, however, his gaze landing on Deidra a moment later. "We keep running into each other." He greeted her quietly, "I'm- ..I'm glad you weren't hurt...from the dragon..I mean." he said silently cursing himself for being so awkward. His aversion to social situations has only grown stronger since the dragon had launched itself out from literally under his hooves. He'd been a nervous stallion before, but now with his right eye clouded and the ugly scars marring his face -- not to mention the shattered horn -- he wasn't exactly feeling any better. He attempted a small smile, just the barest twitch of his lips, but he was sure it fell flat. Oh well. What else was new...
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Post by Deleted on Dec 26, 2017 23:25:05 GMT -6
 gallows
I CAN'T SAVE THE WORLD FROM CREATURES THAT DON'T DIE
Working in the dark was his forte. Being blind was only a disadvantage if you were the only one -- so Gallows told himself -- and the cover of nighttime always had a welcome way of evening out the playing field. The crackle of distant torches and the hissing of lanterns helped him approximate where the shadows were; as the Vindicators moved closer to the records office, he kept his matte body pressed to them, falling into file with his fellows. If he focused, he could pick them out: their footfalls, their breaths. From months spent with them in the confines of the Bunker, Gallows knew every Vindicator by the smell of their hides, or way their feet fell. As he listened, he heard everyone he expected to. Godric led the way with informed, motivated steps, then Esmae, then Carmen. He could pick out the soldiers, and then... someone else.
He was drawing in the breath to speak when Godric beat him to it. He did it anyway. "Verun!" Gallows snarled her name out of his bottom lip, his head bent close to where her tiny voice had originated. Verun had been one of the Cadets they'd said goodbyes with at the Bunker. Apparently, it hadn't been enough for her. "You're gonna get killed!"
He turned his attention to the seething Godric and fretting Esmae, and tilted his blind face to listen to them. "I'll take her." The smoke and darkness wouldn't impede his exit. He'd memorized every step between the invading Vindicators and safety. "Light this place up, we don't have any time." Gallows didn't have the charisma to move slaves in a crisis, or the leadership to keep a team together. He did, however, have the muscle to keep this pipsqueak safe.
"And you," his voice was gruff as he scooted Verun with a bump of his roman nose. "Stick with me, or else." 314 words | post 1 |
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Post by dunbull on Dec 29, 2017 10:04:10 GMT -6
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With his head tucked and lowered between broad, muscled shoulders, Demetrius sent a small glance towards the area around him; his tall limbs seemed to be tucked beneath him, his body language screaming ‘stay away’. Long ears stayed pinned against his neck, brows furrowed as he set his stare forward, nostrils flaring a tad as he stood by his master’s side, muscles tensed as always. Occasionally, he’d side eye the shorter male, observing his movement as he poked his head out, checking the process of the purgatory they were enduring; his stare would venture off every now and then, sending hurried, curious glances towards the other individuals in the building. He hadn’t recognized anyone so far. With a bit back sigh, he shifted his limbs, seeming to visibly hunker down as he stood, waiting for the process to hurry along. As Creed spoke, his brows shot up before his expression grew passive once more; for once, that term hadn’t been directed at him. After shooting another small look in his direction, he froze as he momentarily caught the gaze of the other male; lightly clenching his jaw, he’d avert his gaze, busying himself by either studying the floor or staring at his cloven hooves. A single long ear flicked upon hearing the man grumble more, though otherwise he made no effort to change his actions. |
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Post by brindletail on Dec 29, 2017 22:15:13 GMT -6
B R U T U S
"I am the character you are not supposed to like."- Alan Rickman
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To say Brutus really didn't give a fuck at this point would be putting it lightly.
Guinevere was missing. Brutus knew it was completely unlike her to pull such a vanishing act, but enough talk that she had become unstable since Octavia's death made the idea of an investigation sound outlandish. It was presumed she ran away and suddenly Brutus's name was in the mouths of the highest bidders.
Brutus knew Gwen was incapable of such weakness but it's not like that mattered for shit at this point. He ended up being purchased by some pot-bellied, foul smelling slave trader whom he didn't care to remember the name of. And that said trader was now forcing him to stand in this god forsaken rat trap of a building as he filed the paperwork.
Absolute loathing dripped from Brutus's expression as he hunched his hulking mass between the other bodies crammed into line. Honestly jail was nicer than this. He recognized several faces, not that it was anyone he was glad to see. Especially that wasp Deidra.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 31, 2017 5:05:56 GMT -6
esmae | vagabond | vindicator | medic ❝ Although she was parting her lips to speak up once again, Esmae kept quiet as she watched the situation play out before her. It was apparent she was not the only one that had fallen silent, with only a quick glance to the other Vindicators around her to prove so. With the offer Gallows had made, their small trouble was quickly remedied. However, he also made a good point. They needed to move quickly. Before any more... situations occurred. Exhaling a heavy breath, she agreed, "Gallows is right." After a quick reassurance to herself that the small Cadet was taken care of, she placed her attention on the armed stallions . "Pour the oil and light the matches. It's about time we get out of here." She proclaimed. Craning her neck, she peered behind her with a furrowed brow. It wouldn't be long until an Aodhian gathered enough scrolls and deposit them in the back to sort through later. If they weren't discovered beforehand. Either way, the records office would go down in flames along with all of the valuables in it . And the people. Casting a small shake of her head, she looked to the small corridor across from them leading to the other sections of the office. Ones that withheld only more papers. The only problem was that the corridor was branching off from the main section of the front where most of the Aodhians were. A bottle or two of oil would do. However, the risk of discovery was too great. Not worth it.
The quicker it burns, the better. Assuming how fast the Aodhians would get help, she didn't believe the entire building would crumble to ash as she would like. Turning away from the chance, she glanced back over her shoulder. She murmured, "May I have a match? Just one?" A small request. She was very well not be the one to set it all aflame, but she sure as hell would contribute to it with flaming regards. POST 3 ● word count 332
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Post by houndflash on Dec 31, 2017 12:29:21 GMT -6
Verun-Vindicator-Cadet
Verun's wings folded even closer to her side as she was noticed by the others. Mentally she cursed her luck with some of the strongest words she knew.
Doo doo doodle....
She glanced up at the Vindicators that had noticed her and were now upset that she was present, which shouldn't be a problem. She could be a HUGE help, after all she had followed them all this way here and no one noticed her, hadn't she? That meant she was doing really well right? She fluffed her wings out defiantly as Gallows prodded her away from the others who seemed to be getting all of the bad books wet with something. "I was helping." She told the large(r) hippocampus, as she followed at his side, watching the others. "But, why are we going to light up the books? Are they bad books? Is this entire building bad too? Can we light everything up?" She asked, making sure her voice was lowered so just the other could hear her. She may not understand everything that was happening, but she did realize that everyone was hiding from whoever was outside. Probably more bad horses, just like the bad books.
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Post by notadonkey on Jan 1, 2018 19:36:38 GMT -6
Reuben
Vagabond | Explosions specialist
His brows furrowed as his eyes followed the others', seeing none other than Verun hiding among them. The kid was stupid for following them on a dangerous mission like this, but he had to admit, the small pegasus was a sneaky one for remaining undetected during the long journey from the bunker. She had to get out of here though, this place was going to go up in flames faster than ignacio himself. Reuben nodded as Gallows offered to take her, silently relieved that they found her before lighting the place up. Hearing the voices nearby, and glancing back to make sure Gallows and the cadet were on their way away from the building, he broke off pieces of matches from the pack, first nodding to Esmae's request and handing her one. He gave matches to those nearby who needed some, all the while taking a vile of oil from Godric. "Alright" he smirked, swiping a nearby loose paper with various names and records on it. The hippocampus struck a match, its yellow flame bouncing light onto the stallion's dark pelt. "Let's get this shit started." Rising the match to the paper, the corner of it began to curl and burn, soon catching flames. He tossed it onto a pile of books, the fire beginning to grow as it crawled onto them. He readied his vile of oil to throw into the bookshelves near his growing creation, knowing full well that they need to get the hell out as soon as the oil starts catching flame.
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Post by PaganStars on Jan 4, 2018 21:13:43 GMT -6
Godric Rolling his eyes, Godric grunted as Gallow's stepped in and took over, vocally confirming with the stallion that he was free to go. Godric was mad sure, but he could relate to why the cadet had followed. He had been like that once, more than ready to do the job and make his mark. It would pass and eventually, Verun would learn what was needed from her. Turning back to the situation at hand, Godric robustly uncorked a couple of the vials he still had in hand, splitting up with the others to cover more ground and in turn have more of these damned papers destroyed.
Turning up his nose, Godric began to dose the papers that lined the various offices. Gods, in all truth they barely needed the oil. One loose spark and more than half of this would go up in flames in an instant. These people were damn stupid. With the rest of his vials emptied and a trail firmly laid, Godric made his way back to the larger area where the others had originally split up from, strike his own match and meeting Reuben's eyes. Damn them all to the abyss. Striking the match, Godric dropped it on the trail of flames before dropping the rest of the book atop of it. Soon enough, he could feel the tickle of flames reaching up, turning with the others and backing away from the growing inferno.
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Post by firebirdfalling on Jan 9, 2018 14:07:32 GMT -6
♛ Conversation was quite dull, Rania reasoned, as no one seemed interested in talking at the moment. All here were in the clutches of boredom and at the mercy of the slow attendants. Athelstan got a good glare from a slave trader behind them as he looked, turning quickly to face back forward. Sometimes she couldn't even comprehend that this stallion was even her brother. They were so different in personality that it was hilarious, even to her!
Rania huffed, tapping her hoof on the ground in an off-beat manner, nothing close to music, but just enough to keep her busy from this lagging line. Something didn't seem quite right though... Was it just her or was it getting hotter? And what was that glowing behind the worker?
She wasn't usually the one to investigate things, preferring to leave it to others, but this was quite odd, even for her. And no one else seemed to notice it either.
"Athelstan, come with me." If he had any brains, he'd see the light himself. No need to explain herself, especially with something so trivial. Post #2 | WC: 182 | Rania - Gang Boss ulla |
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Post by purrsain on Jan 9, 2018 14:53:27 GMT -6
Athelstan
Athelstan quickly turned around when the spotted mare gave him a harsh glare. He shifted in his spot quietly again, noticing it was quite warm in the room that they were all in. He put his head down and stared at the floor, slowly zoning out.
Athelstan’s head shot up to his master, when he heard Rania call him. “Athelstan, come with me”. She went off towards the back past the worker at the desk. That’s when he noticed the light behind the mare that was slowly growing brighter. He quickly followed her, “Master Rania! Be careful!” He said to her, worrying about what could be back there.
He looked back at the room that was overflowing with people waiting in line to turn in their papers, concerned about why they hadn’t noticed the strange glowing.
His tall frame easily caught up with his master as she walked with determination towards her destination. He put his body slightly ahead of hers in order to protect her from any danger that may be in the next room. “Master? What’s going on?” He asked nervously biting his lip. He could hear faint voices down the hallway, along with faint shadows. The air steadily grew warmer as they continued down the hallway.
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Post by iBadge on Jan 11, 2018 23:27:40 GMT -6
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Well this was getting absolutely friggin' ridiculous. An irritated snort rumbled through Gabby's nostrils as the filly tossed her head and looked around, blue eyes taking in her surroundings with a mixture of disdain and uncertainty. Slavery was all fine and well, it was something she'd always heard was bigger in the cities. Even though a lot of the workers in the quarry back in Ashlar had been slaves, everyone had all but treated them as equals, almost. It had just been different. She supposed this was just her first time actually... coming into real contact with the system. It was easy enough to avoid talk of slaves when you were a vagrant sleeping from alleyway to alleyway, but this was kind of... hm. They actually kept all the records in here?
Gods, how boring.
As those that she'd approached either gave her odd looks or simply ignored her, Gabby huffed and steeled herself for heading out into the cold. It was time to find an appropriate overhang to crash under, or an abandoned stall to curl up in... you know. Something doable. Something sturdy and practical where she wouldn't die overnight. It was like an adventure that could end in death or jail if she wasn't careful. Which... speaking of death or going to jail...
The filly's nostrils flared. There was a scent in the air, something... she watched as a trader (was she a trader? she didn't look like most of the other equines in here) depart with a slave, heading back towards one of the corridors as some of the deskworkers protested. Gabby perked her ears and walked cautiously after them. (Mostly because she relished in the chance to get yelled at by and retaliate against the dumb old stallions and mares who'd refused to help her - how had she been meant to know that this office was for slave records only?) Over their rumps, as she followed them down the hall a bit, the scent getting stronger, until she saw-
"Oh, Ignacio's flaming rear, fire!" It had been smoke she'd been smelling. "There's a fire! I didn't do it! Listen, foals, go!" A different whinny ripped from her throat, then, as the young tobiano reared back a little and flailed her forelegs about before rushing back to the room absolutely crowded with... her heart dropped. Gabby was not the most intelligent of equines, this was true, but it didn't take a whole lot of brains to know that with all the paper, this place was about to light up quicker than a firework on New Year's. "Oi!" she shouted to the room at large, blue eyes wide with frantic concern. Whatever disapproving looks she earned, who cared? "There's a fire in the back room! Everybody out unless you want your sweet rumps to become mincemeat! Come on!" It didn't occur to her that there might be some who want to save records, or those who might not believe her.
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Post by xredwing on Jan 12, 2018 15:32:00 GMT -6
Carmen | Vindicator | Soldier
Carmen was quick to snatch up one of the offered matches, striking it and nestling it on a particularly over crowded shelf of scrolls, her lips curling in a very slight, smug grin as she watched the flames catch and leap from the varnished paper. She turned from her work as the others stood in stock silence over the reveal of their own sneaky spy, and though Verun was shortly being herded away by Gallows, she could still feel her blood pressure rising- this was not in the plan. Carmen hated things that interfered with the plan. Her ears flicked nervelessly as the flames began to sprout and grow; soon engulfing the better half of the shelf she had started, she watched as the others all lit their marks, and quickly made her way towards the hallway, peeking a cautious blue eye out to see a most unwelcome sight. Two- no, three Aodhians were walking towards their little flaming nook, and as if to rub salt in the fresh wound of potential discovery, the mare at the back of the first pair reared up and promptly started screeching about a fire. 'Shit.'Reeling around to face the room, Carmen's ears laid flat against her skull as she seethed "Out- we need to get out!" the words were hissed through clenched teeth, barely audible over the ever increasing roar of the flames as they leaped from scroll to paper and paper to book, steadily engulfing nearly a quarter of the room as the smoke began to roil outwards. The jig was up; and their escape needed to be not only swift, but productive. Though this second aspect would be a difficult one to pounce upon; given that they were all at the scene of the crime, with no slaves present to be released from their bonds..
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Post by houndflash on Jan 13, 2018 12:54:18 GMT -6
Verun-Vindicator-Cadet
Verun watched from Gallows side as the others threw lit matches over the liquid covered scrolls and books, watching in awe as it all lit on fire. She hardly noticed as Gallows pushed her farther away from the fire, as the others prepared to leave. What she did notice was a voice that cut though the noise of the flames.
"Oh, Ignacio's flaming rear, fire!"
Verun looked towards the area where the voice seemed to come from, and was still coming from, really. They were continuing to scream about the fire to whomever was on the other side. Though Verun was more concentrated on the words that were screamed out, as it sounded like another swear word... well swear words. She ran them over her mouth a few times before looking up at Gallows and smiling. "So we are doing a good thing with this?" She said, watching the fire dance around the room. Like it's flying. Why can everything else but me fly?
She turned her gaze back to Gallows, and the others. "Where are we going now?" She questioned excitedly, seemingly unfazed by the flames that were now engulfing the books, though deep down in her mind, Verun was curious if any of them were story books, like the book back home with all the pictures.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 13, 2018 20:08:05 GMT -6
Deidra
Boss ass Bitch
Ears flickered as Felix seemed to also be in here as well. he walked over to her and she offered what was porbbaly the best smile she could give, a faint upturn of her lip. "Felix its good to see you are doing well. I hadn;t seen you in a bit, was worried if you had a run of trouble." she chuckled abit, though as he mentioned of her getting hurt, she rolled her shoulders ever so gently.
"Yes, luckily everyone made it out, we even freed some slaves, having a nasty habit of that as of late, wondering if I shouldn't be thinking another career." she joked. Nostrils flared, she thought she smelt smoke, but saw nothing and assumed someone lit a cig, the fucking nerve. Eyes glanced around and in a few short moments, someone was shouting. Eyes turned to focus. "Oh for fucks sake." She sneered. Eyes turned to Felix and Reg.
"Come one lets get out before we get trampled down." She snorted with rage, ehr brows furrowing. Within the midst of chaos, the sudden word of fire seemed to have everyone dashing around. Someone bumped into Deidra, knocking ehr slightly off balance, yet she regained her footing quick enough to snarl and bite who dared to act like this, "Fucking get." she snarled at them. Deidra moved forwards and looked at Reg, hoping she could help get a path for the few to get through.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 14, 2018 11:01:12 GMT -6
esmae | vagabond | vindicator | medic ❝ Nodding in thanks, it didn't take long for Esmae to follow the other's lead. With a quick glance to the small flame in her grasp, she tossed it far out of her reach onto an pile of scrolls not yet put back in their place on the shelves. With wide eyes, she watched at the flames rose as they climbed the walls and licked the marble built into the building. Smoke began to cloud her line of vision, the flames creating a ring of fire around her and her companions. Backed into their own part of the corridor, she caught Carmen's hiss of warning. Just barely. Flicking her ears back, she bit her lip as she peered over the flames. She could only hope the confusion would distract enough some Aodhians for a few slaves to flee. However, with the line of fire blocking them off, no equine would cross over it to get to them. Not that anyone would be thick headed enough to run towards the fire. With the parchment burning, it would be a fool's journey to venture into the flames to save the scrolls. They were long past saving. Turning her back to the flames, she took a couple steps forward before she halted. Raising her head, she looked back one more time. The brush of the fire's warmth blew across the building as the fire began to engulf the building. Searing the image into memory, she didn't dare think of the casualties that ran of the possibility of coming true. Tearing her gaze away finally, she approached the door and nudged Verun gently with her muzzle. "We're going home. Quickly now." She urged loudly, as she moved to the side for others to pass through. Starting forward, she jerked her chin in the direction they needed to go. "Let's hurry." With her heart pounding loudly through her veins, she could hardly breathe, refusing to let herself freeze. Perhaps it was a good thing, now with all the smoke flooding the area. POST 4 ● word 336
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