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Post by Deleted on Jan 16, 2018 15:26:02 GMT -6
 gallows
ain't nothing gonna take my life
ain't nothing gonna get the best of me
Gallows felt the welcome rush of air that accompanied flames on his skin. His blind eyes blinked instinctively as the extremely flammable room was engulfed, and heat hissed at him from three sides. His teke reached out towards Verun's small voice, grabbing her withers in a comfortingly firm grip to pull her close to his side. "Yeah," he answered her with a smile, almost in awe. "It is a good thing."
The sounds of bedlam broke out as the office's occupants realized what was happening. It was a fire alright, but no ordinary fire. He had to be sure Valore knew. As he began to move, tugging Verun carefully along, Esmae and Carmen's nervous voices stood out from the growing din. They were ready to leave, but Gallows wasn't. 'We have to get out!' Carmen said, and Esmae urged Verun on. "Esmae, take her." He released his teke's hold on the tyke, and nudged her into Esmae's care. "Sorry kid." It looked like he wasn't going to be watching her after all. "See you at home."
They brought him here to fight. He was gonna fight.
"FOLLOW US TO FREEDOM," he shouted, over the flames, over the chaos. He started walking towards the panicked voices of slavers and slaves, feeling the inferno at his back. Pulling his club from the belt at his side, he loudly smashed the wall, using noise to lead away from Esmae and Verun's exit. "FOLLOW US TO FIGHT BACK!" He bellowed, speaking to the slaves.
He breathed slowly, focusing as he walked through the blazing paper and chunky black smoke. Fumes made his head swim and the crackle of fire threatened to drown out the sounds of the cowering slaves. He had to try harder. He focused, his eyes roving, listening, discerning. As he did, the subtle auras of bodies became visible in the darkness; the shivering forms of the enslaved and their belligerent captors were almost visible to his blind eyes. If he could get just one free, the fight was gonna be worth it. He'd been dying to take his weapon to a slaver's skull.
He stepped through the smoke to stand his ground, and brandished his club, waiting to see if anyone would answer his cry. In a moment of vanity, he wondered if any of them would recognize him from the pits, and slipped a fanged smile.
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Post by FaunaFawn on Jan 16, 2018 18:35:05 GMT -6
Deidra
Boss ass Bitch
Fate seemed to be untimely cruel to Deidra, from thise place erupting into flames, how many times has bad luck crossed her path? Perhaps she was destined to deal with bad luck, she thought bitterly as she tried to make her way out of the building.
That was until someone opened their big fat mouth. That voice, it was familiar, it made a shiver run down her spine, and not in a good way. Lips curled upwards as her head whipped over and spotted the culprit. That son of a bitch. Gallows. The swamp ass bastard is here and doing this? Oh to hell with this.
Her body shook with sudden rage, her pent up anger for everything was coming undone. "I can't wait to see your face brought for justice." she sneered at Gallows turning her body she raged against the crowd, Her eyes focused on the big brute. Whip was out in her teke, as she clicked her tongue. A familiar command for her slave to follow suit. Hopefully Reg was better trained then to think one could just walk out of Aodh. Nostrils flared as she looked to Gallows. "You made a mistake coming back here." she roared, as her whip went back before snapping forwards in hopes to grab his mouth and slam it shut with force.
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Post by houndflash on Jan 16, 2018 20:15:44 GMT -6
Verun-Vindicator-Cadet
Verun followed Esmae's prodding starting to head out of the room. To be completely honest, the fire was starting to get hot now, and kinda scary. But they were doing a good thing with the fire, therefore they were doing what's right, even if it was a little scary. She glanced over as the noises from the other room became louder, and eventually Gallows told the other mare to take care of Verun, and that he would see her back at the Bunker, before running back towards the flames.
"FOLLOW US TO FREEDOM! FOLLOW US TO FIGHT BACK!"
Verun's ears perked up at the call. She could help.... All Gallows was doing was leading horses without freedom away from those that took freedom, right? That's what they did. It could be dangerous, or else Gallows wouldn't have left the group, right? She could help lead horses to freedom too! She glanced over at the other Vindicators, and checking to make sure no one was actively watching her, rushed in the direction that Gallows ran off to and that the voices were still coming from.
"I CAN HELP!" She shouted, barreling towards the voices.
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Post by Aerased on Jan 17, 2018 3:42:09 GMT -6
'Cause we all crawl in quicksand the same. With his attempts to fraternize mostly either unheard or ignored, Zaimur huffed quietly in indignation. It wasn't often he made an attempt to befriend his peers, and perhaps there was a reason; they were all in the same business, after all, and a competitive one at that. His head swiveled at the sound of Gabby's screeching, ears twitching in mild amusement at her misfortune. He couldn't hear the clerk speaking to her, only Gabby's ringing voice as she shouted about being in the wrong office - not a native, then, he thought to himself, smirking at her question. "Just a bunch of slavers and their slaves, my dear," he retorted quietly, turning his attention back to the door. He slowly began picking his way back towards the front of the room, back into freedom - he bumped shoulders with a few people, mumbling out halfhearted apologies as he weaved his way through bodies and faces he didn't recognize. He bumped shoulders with another horse and turned his head to apologize; he looked over his shoulder and spotted Brutus' brindled coat, snorting at the idea of apologizing to a pit fighter. He continued towards the door instead, stopping only when he caught a whiff of smoke. He turned his head again, narrowing his eyes as he watched Rania, Athelstan, and gabby disappearing down a hallway. Certainly no one was smoking in the ledger's office, were they? "There's a fire in the back room!" Zaimur's eyes widened as Gabby's words echoed through the mostly silent office, and an uncomfortable stillness settled over the room for a breif moment. It seemed, for a second, that no one would believe her; suddenly the room erupted, bodies jostling together as most of its occupants made a break for the door. Zaimur stood still, rooted to the spot as he realized what would be lost if ( when) this building went down. Years upon years of sales records and ownership certificates, not to mention breeding records and the like would be lost to the flames; paperwork and records that were vital to the slave trade as a whole, gone in an instant. It almost felt as though Zaimur were watching his own livelihood turn to ash before his eyes. Before he could move he heard another shout, though this one was much more aggressive and unmistakably confrontational; his head swiveled, and he felt his heart sink as he laid eyes on the source. He recognized Gallows almost immediately, both from his fights in the crucible and from the countless times he'd been put up for auction. Not unlike someone kicking him in the stomach, Zaimur felt the air leave his lungs; Gallows was trained to fight, and Zaimur was not. It would be nothing for the ex-fighter to crush his skull, and he highly doubted that he'd come alone. He'd have friends, and maybe even a few brave slaves. It was a fight Zaimur and his fellow slavers probably couldn't win. And so Zaimur took a step back towards the door, unwilling to die today. |
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Post by brindletail on Jan 17, 2018 12:02:07 GMT -6
B R U T U S
"I am the character you are not supposed to like."- Alan Rickman
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The tightened grasp on his bullring registered first, causing his face to contort before the smoke hit his flared nostrils. The commotion hit his ears last, like someone slowly turning up a stereo until it roared. Perception was not his asset.
A second yank on his chain brought everything into focus, and he surveyed the room as vindicators crashed into the building. Not again, he thought on reflex, but as it were, Brutus was in an entirely different mindset since the attack on the Crucible. Today would go differently for the behemoth.
The bridle may have cut off his teke and his blessing but it sure as hell didn't stop him from using his giant mass to violently slam the pig at the end of it into the wall, only to use his weakened teke hold on the chain to yank him forward and repeat the process. Blood poured from his nose and more splattered his face as he reared in the small space and used every moment of his miserable life as a slave to drive his hooves home as they slammed into the nobody-slaver's skull with a sickeningly satisfying squelch. He dared anyone to stop him at this point.
Gwen was gone, he was one if not the most recognized pit fighter in all of Aodh and he had what to show for it? It was time to go out with a blaze of glory.
Like a bull in a china shop, the slave sent papers, desks, and equipment flying. Would it be too much to ask to have the slavers burn? His peripheral caught sight of Gallows, a horse he did not know by name but recognized all the same from the attack on the Crucible. Two weeks ago, Brutus would have called him coward, but now he just wanted to get the hell out of there. Chain dragging, he turned to see if any of the other slaves planned to escape.
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Post by Deleted on Jan 18, 2018 21:01:04 GMT -6
esmae | vagabond | vindicator | medic ❝ Her previous thoughts of any equine running into the flames were quickly extinguished the moment Gallows handed off the small cadet into her hands and went straight through it. Calling out for freedom, to join the fight as it spiraled. As it was being a medic was her job as a specialist, Esmae was there to ensure the wounded were tended to and the injured were treated. However, as she watched the fire grow on and chaos ensue like the rest, the small filly escaped her attention and went straight into the fray. With barely a moment's comprehension, she started right after her. "Verun!" As new situations arose, the mission quickly grew into something larger like the inferno that blazed through the building. Reaching out with her teke, she attempted to snag the hopeful young filly back. As the smoke rose towards the ceiling, it wouldn't be long until breathing would be a difficult task in itself. The embers had already begun to sting her eyes. Going forward, she dove in front of the cadet, halting her in place. Blocking her pathway after the large soldier, Esmae glanced to the others briefly before peering down onto the child. "No, no, no. You can help by coming back to the Bunker, come on."POST 5 ● word 212
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Post by Queerly on Jan 31, 2018 21:23:45 GMT -6
Your plot is complete! Stay tuned for a wrap-up journal!20 AP and 20 CS to: Zaimur, Godric, Athelstan, Brutus, Deidra, Gabby, Rania, Gallows, Carmen, Esmae, Reuben, Verun. |
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