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Post by ryocker on Mar 21, 2012 17:16:57 GMT -5
Crona's nervous shaking just got heavier and heavier as it all went on- but was too afraid to move. Coughing, Aiman slowly got back on her feet, still cringing her stomach. "Lead the way," she said, a soft glow surrounding her. Before long all she did was rub it, as though it was numb, not recently injured. No time for insulting small talk- this guy meant serious business.
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Post by masterofClockwork on Mar 21, 2012 17:46:24 GMT -5
(is this open?)
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Post by doctorzero on Mar 21, 2012 19:19:11 GMT -5
(sadly, no. I apologize for the inconvenience.)
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Post by doctorzero on Mar 25, 2012 0:14:07 GMT -5
The man simply nodded and snapped his fingers. He, Princess and Aiman started to shimmer.
"Dammit, WAIT--" Miranda squeezed off several shots. They all passed through the man--apparently whatever he was doing was making him intangible. He looked at Miranda, expressionless, as he and the other two vanished.
Teleportation?! Miranda turned on her radio. "This is Captain Wrights, I have fourteen wounded! I need a medical team here now!"
Wilhelm groaned as he attempted to stand, grunting in pain as the agony from his broken limb became apparent. "Who... the HELL was that...?"
Miranda shut off her radio and helped Wilhelm up. "I don't know. Whoever it was, you can be sure that he'll be tracked down within a day." She turned to Crona, concerned. "What about you, are you alright?"
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Post by ryocker on Mar 25, 2012 13:50:42 GMT -5
When questioned about it, Crona looked to the side. "Of course he's alright!" Ragnarok blurted, crossing his arms. "The kid's nigh- invincible- nothing can hurt Crona!"
"Ragnarok!" Crona said, in a near pleading manner. "... he's right though... my blood is black, so..." he trailed again, looking away from Miranda. "...where are we, anyway...? We got here a few days ago, but... everyone must be worried-"
"What makes you so sure?! We were hardly there for over a month! So what if everyone was nice?! They're probably happy that you've dissappeared!"
"That isn't true!" Crona retorted, starting to cry.
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Post by doctorzero on Mar 29, 2012 0:13:12 GMT -5
BANG!
Miranda had fired a shot into the air. "You shut up," she said coldly to Ragnarok. "Soon as the med team gets here, you two are coming with us back to HQ, and we can try to answer any questions you have then, but in the meantime, stop talking! As for you--"this was addressed to Crona--"Just wait a little while, all right? Can you help my friend here get comfortable until the medics arrive?"
Wilhelm grunted as he sat against the alley's wall. "Dammit, Wrights, I'm not a complete invalid..."
"Just shut up and be grateful."
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Post by ryocker on Mar 31, 2012 11:55:26 GMT -5
And after muttering a meek whimper, Ragnarok tucked himself back into Crona's... back. Still looking sad, Crona looked her in the eyes and nodded. "Y-yes ma'am..." he stuttered, still as nervous as ever. in no time, he managed to get closer to Wil and bend down, but he seemed awfully shy about it. "A-are you okay, sir...?" he asked, still not looking him in the eye.
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Post by doctorzero on Apr 5, 2012 22:13:25 GMT -5
Wilhelm looked at Crona. The kid looked too young to get caught up in something like this, but then again so were...
Eh, he decided not to dwell on it. The past was the past.
"Broken arm, maybe a rib or two, eh, it's a typical Wednesday for me," he joked. "I'll be fine. Crystal Room's got good health care, they'll patch me up in no time. Won't be the first time, either."
He did not want to think about the first time. That one was just...ugh.
"Sorry you got caught up in this, kid," he said. "But this sort of thing always seems to happen on this damn island. Wish I got off it months ago."
He shifted, doing his best not to jostle his arm too much. "Since we're waiting, I'd like to ask you something." He gestured toward his pocket. "There's a photo in there. I'd like you to look at it and tell me if you've seen the kid on it."
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Post by ryocker on Apr 7, 2012 0:24:06 GMT -5
Crona looked toward him- but just a little. "I-I see... ...I'm sorry- everything's happening really fast, and I don't know how to handle that..." Ignoring his own fears for a moment, he hesitantly, hesitantly, moved his hand into Wil's pocket- and slowly removed the picture inside.
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Post by doctorzero on Apr 10, 2012 0:17:03 GMT -5
The photo was the same one that Wilhelm had shown Waxevus earlier--a yellow-haired boy with a red shirt in a running pose.
"His name's Luke," Wilhelm explained. "I've been looking for him for the past few years. He's probably taller than he is in that shot, anyway. You see him anywhere, kid?"
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Post by ryocker on Apr 10, 2012 6:34:35 GMT -5
Crona thought for a second. Someone matching the description seemed to have been present in DWMA, but... "I-I don't think I have, sir... I-I'm sorry I couldn't help out..."
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Post by doctorzero on Apr 14, 2012 0:55:35 GMT -5
Wilhelm sighed as he took back the photo. "Eh, don't worry about it. No one I've met on this rock has seen the kid anyway, don't apologize."
The medical team managed to arrive a minute later. The injured team members and Wilhelm were quickly brought back to the Crystal Room, with Miranda accompanying them with Crona and Ragnarok. "We just need to ask you some questions," Miranda informed them. "It's standard procedure. Once we're done you'll be free to go, but no sooner. Am I clear on this?"
The look on her face showed that she wasn't in the mood for argument.
(Think we're almost done here?)
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Post by ryocker on Apr 14, 2012 17:34:48 GMT -5
Crona's pale eyes glanced away for a moment, then he/she looked at Miranda. "Y-yes ma'am, I'll listen to what you have to ask..."
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