The Chained Ones... [Robert, Aello]

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A city floating in the center of a lake, Ravok is a place of dark beauty, romance and culture. Behind it all though is the presence of Rhysol, God of Evil and Betrayal. The city is controlled by The Black Sun, a religious organization devoted to Rhysol. [Lore]

The Chained Ones... [Robert, Aello]

Postby Syndre on March 15th, 2011, 5:14 pm

Time Stamp -=9th of Spring, 511 AV=-
Location -=North Eastern Docks=-

Syndre and his newly hired protection were thirty chimes away from Tarsin's
Boarding House where they had earlier met. It had been two days since the rogue
had searched Robert out at the Pit, a caged arena where wealthy merchants placed
wagers on slave fights both competitive and deadly. They were traveling through
one of the smaller canals upon a -borrowed- Ravosala that was big enough to seat
three citizens, though the owner of the elongated craft wasn't present. The
vermin of Ravok took this time to discuss the finer details of their recent
business engagement. There were numerous tasks a henchman could provide his
employer, but most the most important task was to keep the hand that paid them
safe from the city's many dangers. Working for Syndre was certainly different
from dealing with a merchant, for there would be plenty of precarious situations
that the mercenary would have to encounter.

Their movement was slow and fluid as the darkly clothed vagabond pushed the
vessel forward with the help of a lengthy pole. Paddles would be a more effective
way to travel through the cool waters, but using the pole proved to be a much
quieter way to skim over the surface of the canal. The sky was darkening overhead
as the night began to stretch its comforting claws above the floating city. There
was still enough of the sun's glow to see without the aid of a torch, but the
dark blue waters criss crossing thru Ravok were quickly turning black from the
disapating light. The two men continued to converse in quiet tones as they
moved below a series of beautifully arcing bridges connecting narrow streets and
and towering buildings to one another. The wide shadows cast down from the ivory
stone structures passed slowly over them each time they slipped below a white
hued archway.

Syndre didn't inform the hardened mercenary where they were headed,
purposely keeping their conversation specifically on the inner workings of their
unlawful partnership. He kept Robert's attention focused on the favor he promised
to sweeten their deal, the elimination of a witness he had let live during an
unlucky robbery attempt. Not only was the witness a priority, but the young man's
father was also on top of their hitlist. If the plan went well, the two targets
would soon go missing and would probably never be seen again in Ravok. Though
the disappearance of an influential merchant would spur on a search and spark
questioning through the city, Syndre was confident that he and Robert would walk
away without any further trouble. That was of course if the plan was successful.
If the two men weren't taken care of, and soon at that, they would come looking
for Robert as Syndre had, but with far more malicious reasons.

Chimes passed swiftly and the fading glow of the sun soon retreated from
the advancing night, allowing the evening to cast its smothering blanket over
the immense lake. They would travel down the calm canal for another half mile
before the rogue used the lengthy pole to guide their slender boat toward a
low level dock. They bumped the flat wooden structure firmly, as Syndre wasn't
the most advanced ferrier, causing the fragile vessel to tilt roughly. An
apologetic smile graced the employer's features before he sprung forth from the
boat's rocking interior, landing in a balanced crouch against the short dock.
His sudden action had caused the craft to shift back and forth within the murky
water, making it difficult for Robert to escape let alone stand up.

Syndre slowly regained a composed stance with a small smirk on his handsome
face, a lone hand absently retrieving a golden lock of hair from one of his
numerous pockets. The soft length of bound hair rolled gently between his sleek
leather fingers as if lost in his own thoughts, azure voids staring forward for
just a moment before he snapped out of his brief daze. The glow of blonde hair
slid back into the same pocket from which it came, a delicate tuck given as if
he didn't want to damage the cut strands. His searching gaze worked the area
pass the dock, looking for the messenger they were here to encounter. There was
no sign of Caleb's informant, Caleb being a long time associate to the rogue who
provided him with his precious herbs. Their communication within the limits of
the city was done through messengers who passed notes that could easily be
concealed and destroyed if nessissary. This prevented the unwanted authorities
from prying in on their transaction designs.

A frustrated expression changed the features upon his pale visage, slightly
upset that the messenger wasn't here waiting for their arrival. Just then, a
pecualer noise touched the ears of both the rogue and the mercenary. A faint
chirping could be heard not too far from the location of the dock, further up
the small cobblestone hill that led up to an darkened street. There were a few
lamp posts that decorated the street over the diminuitive hill, thier flickering
torch light casting two shadows against the inlaid stone, one large enough to be
a humanoid form and the other too small to make out. The strange noise grew
louder as the moving shadows grew larger, and Syndre finally turned his attention
back toward Robert to see if he had managed to crawl out of the Ravosala," hey...
do you hear that?... When do you ever hear a bird at this time of night?...
"
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Postby Robert Cithon on March 15th, 2011, 6:38 pm

The two days leading Robert to his present situation had passed agonizingly slow. He had spent much of his time cooped up inside the old lady’ house, where he was staying. Robert was attempting to hide from unwanted eyes. He decided it best to avoid being in public to long or to often, for the safety of himself and his new employer. He had no doubt that his unseen watchmen would have relayed a message describing the encounter with Syndre. So Robert decided to stay inside, a place he knew he could defend. If the attackers found the guts to make an attempt on his life while he resided inside.

When it was time Robert had departed and took a very long and crisscrossing path toward his meeting grounds. A minor attempt to loose an following him, if there were any. He met Syndre in the previously described location, and from there they made their way onto the Ravosala. Robert had avoided boats much of his life, he had a huge fear of drowning. So once he realized they would be traversing over the water, he hid his displeasure. He found no need to let his employer know his fears.

The entire trip Robert was on edge. Between his wobbly knees and the boats movement, he was lucky to still be on board. Robert attempted to conceal his uneasiness by making conversation in low tones with Syndre, and further discussing their arrangement. Though the departing sun, and lack of torchlight was setting Robert even more on edge. He thought silently to himself, how in the world are we going to see were we are going? In truth Robert did not know where they were going. He didn’t bother to ask Syndre, he was a bodyguard, not a partner. He would do as he was told, and only take what information was given.

Soon enough, or not soon enough for Roberts liking. They were making way toward the landing zone. Syndre had decided that a low level dock was the spot to stop. So Robert prepared himself for the abrupt stop. He was not expecting it to be near as rough as Syndre made it though. He had at least expected the man to warn him that he had no idea how to swiftly stop the vessel. Instead he rammed the dock, the boat tilted forward and Robert barely managed to save himself from flying overboard into the unwelcoming cold water.

Rober was a second away from cursing the cocky man when he turned and smiled at Robert. He would not take it lightly if he had to spend the rest of the night soaking wet, he would be mighty upset actually. But before Robert could speak the man jumped overboard and landed on the dock, sending the boat rocking again. This time however, Robert lost his footing. He went down to one knee, hands spreading to each side grasping the boats edges. He waited for the vessel to halt it’s movement before he even attempted to stand.

Once the rocking ceased Robert slowly regained his composure, thankful his employer hadn’t seen him go down so easily. Robert was barely onto the docks when he noticed a disapproving look on Syndre’s face. Something must not be going according to plan, whatever that plan may be. Robert was again about to speak, when a soft noise sent his eyes peering into the darkness. Robert stood up, finished with tying the boat into place. And took a step forward. His hands wanted to reach for his sword, but he did not want to notify whoever was making the noise that they were heard. Robert noticed Syndre peering into a torch lit area. Where he to could make out the shadow of a humanoid and smaller, undefined shadow. “I have never heard birds sing this late, even rarely in the wild do they make a peep once darkness sets in.” It must’ve been a trained bird then. But why would they be out this late, unless they were up to no good like him and Syndre were.
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Postby Aello on March 15th, 2011, 9:21 pm

Aello was just headed over the hill, trying to find an old abandoned place to rest for the night. She had had no luck in other portions of the city, and this was her last resort. "If we don't find anything soon Yune, we'll be sleeping under the stars tonight." Yune chirped. "Least it's not too cold though," Aello added as she walked along. The wind was nearly non-existent, although, from time to time it would rustle Aello's hair. It felt so strange to her now, not to be concealing herself beneath her darkened hood, much like the sky did each night. Her skin felt cold, but not enough to warrant the use of her hood. Her right hand was clutching her bow tightly, and Yune was resting on her left shoulder. The moon was high in the sky, casting everything in a milky white glow. The occasional silver star lingered at its side.

"It's so peaceful too. Not a person about," Aello commented. The bird chirped. "Yes Yune, and so few stars too. It's almost... unnatural, isn't it? Like Rhysol is keeping us from enjoying the night. But what is one to do when they rest in his hands? When they walk in his city and leave themselves entirely at his mercy?" Aello sighed as Yune chirped again. She sounded strangely cheerful, if not a little tired. "Why did we come here Yune? Why not another city that is ruled by a more merciful God? Or at least one that is not so widely misunderstood, as the people here always seem to say?" Yune chirped again in agreement. "Or a city without a secret organization that is far more corrupt than its inhabitants? The stryfe could never be said to spread order, you know Yune? If anything, they spread chaos and disorder, much like their master." Aello sighed again as she rounded the top of the hill.

Aello found herself looking down and into the canal. She could just make out two people standing by the side of the docks, judging by how the moonlight hit their faces. "Do you think they're friendly?" Aello asked as she turned to her bird. Yune simply chirped. If only Aello could speak bird. Deciding it best to simply cheat, Aello stood still, and began to breath deeply in through the nose, and out through the mouth. She closed her eyes for a moment, and simply allowed herself to breath. She allowed her breath to come in and out of her lungs steadily, and for her heart to beat evenly, before she opened her eyes again. When she did, she simply stared at the first of the two figures; Syndre. Within a few minutes, his aura came into view. It was difficult to pick up on the mist that swirled around his head during this time of night; for it was black, as mysterious as the man who owned it. Aello quickly closed her eyes, and opened them again. Syndre's aura was gone. Now, she looked to Robert, stared; his aura came into view within seconds. It was a bright red mist, concentrated around his head. It seemed so familiar to her, yet she wasn't sure why. Aello waved the aura away, and was hit by a wave of exhaustion. All of that work and all she knew was that the second stranger was survival-oriented, and relatively athletic.

Aello sighed, magic was so annoying sometimes. All it did was share a bit of information, and instantly, she would want to fall flat on her face and sleep for several days. But that was the price she chose to pay. Yune was chirping madly in her ear. The bird seemed upset that Aello had ignored her for so long. "Sorry for ignoring you for so long love," Aello began, "was busy making sure we weren't headed for trouble." Aello smiled, "looks like we should be ok though," she finished as she headed towards the bottom of the hill. She had crossed it soon enough, and found herself on the dock where the two men were standing. "Hey you two, what are you doing out here?" Aello called to them. Yune was silent.

OOCI feel so crazy, Aello talks to Yune far more than people.
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Postby Syndre on March 16th, 2011, 7:44 pm

So much for not attracting any attention Syndre thought to himself upon
seeing the young woman and the small bird nested on her shoulder. The sound of
her voice called out to them from atop the hill made the rogue slightly cringe
due to its volume. Damn overly friendly woman, had she just arrived in Ravok?
Did she not understand how things operated on the streets during the night? He
wondered who within their immediate area heard her and if she had given away
their location. He didn't answer her right away, instead he turned his pale
visage to Robert, blackened braids swinging gently with the movement. He then
leaned over a little while the point of his elbow jabbed the mercenary in the
arm, offering a hushed whisper," Ok... I'll take the woman, you take the bird..."

He laughed quietly under his breath and turned his cobalt gaze back to
the approached figure. His right hand rose upward and a single gloved finger
tapped his lips, signaling to Aello that she needed to lower the tone of her
voice. Though he had been joking with Robert just seconds ago, the rogue didn't
like the fact that the woman carried a long ranged weapon in her hand. She was
either very naive for walking this portion of the Docks on her own, or skilled
enough to hold her own. Syndre hadn't decided which of those he wanted to
believe and would prod her for information before making a determination.

"How about you tell us what you are doing out here...," he replied, taking
a few booted steps up the base of the short hill. The tenacious leather engulfing
his hands groaned a bit as his fingers stretched outward, then retracted in a
nervous manner. You could not assume who a stranger was or what their intentions
were, for such thoughts would get you duped or killed. The nervousness was a
sign that the vagabond wasn't the trusting type and he didn't care for dealing
with assumptions. His footfalls were soft against the inlaid stone, the distance
between himself and Aello getting shorter by the second. His right hand began to
drift ever so slowly along the curve of his waist to the small of his back, very
carefully positioning his black stained hand near the handle of his leather whip
which was loosely tied to his tight sash.


"This isn't the type of place little ladies venture to... unless you're
seeking customers... in which case my stiff friend here could use a few minutes
of your time to unwind...,
" a faint nod was issued back and to the side as he
quietly spoke, in the direction of the mercenary that stood behind him. An evil
smile crept upon his countenance, half serious about her selling her body for
Miza. The idea had apparently worked its way through his thoughts or else he
wouldn't have jested about it, but he really didn't know of any hookers that
carried a bow in their hand and a bird on their shoulder. He enjoyed getting
underneath people's skin when first encountering them, for it caused their mind
to immediately react and he could gain some insight from however they responded
back. Too many citizen wore a facade that he didn't care much for, he wanted to
know how a person truly was, and his instigating method usually worked.
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Postby Robert Cithon on March 17th, 2011, 4:34 am

The womans voice seemed so loud in the seemingly abandoned streets of Ravok. Robert began searching the surrounding area, looking for signs of a curious onlooker. He found none, just glimpse of shadows here and there. The city itself seemed to play tricks on the mind. The fact they had been so easily noticed set Robert on edge. He was not particularly in the mood for his loyalties to be tested tonight.

An unwelcome jab in the ribs brought his attention toward Syndre. He would have to have words with him later, Robert did not like being touched. He was a strong believer in personal space. He gave a small smirk at Syndre’s comment though. The bird would probably be more trouble then it’s worth.

Robert watched silently as Syndre signaled the newcomer to quite her tone. His eyes trailed down the docks to the approaching figure. Robert looked her over several times, something was catching his attention. He took an unnoticed step forward peering into the darkness. She seemed so familiar, especially the bow she carried. Robert had no doubt she knew how to use it. An amateur with a bow could down a master swordsmen with a well enough placed shot. So he would remain cautious and quite until she was close enough for his comfort.

Syndre was being rather rude to the woman. It was fairly obvious that he did not trust her. Robert wondered if Syndre even trusted him. Trust was something you had to earn in Robert’s opinion, and he had yet to have a chance to prove his trustworthiness. While he was pondering this over in his head, it came to him. “Aello”: he whispered under his breathe. He remembered her from the fire. When he had dumbly found himself lost in the woods and stumbling through the darkness. She had welcomed him into her fires warmth, probably saving his life.

Syndre said something about her selling herself for Miza, and Robert had to intervene. More fore his sake then hers. He remembered the way she kicked the other person from her fires light, Aello had a temper and was not afraid to loose it. “No that’s not the case, boss.” Robert smiled sarcastically. “If she wanted me, she could have had me not to long ago.” Robert said jokingly, attempting to diffuse the situation. Robert took Robert took another step toward the woman. Hoping that she remembered him. “I can vouch for her, she helped me out when I needed it.” Robert eyed her bow nervously, he was slowly making his in-between Syndre and Aello. Just in case things went wrong. He was supposed to be a bodyguard after all.


OOCSorry it's kinda blah to me. Work kicked my a$$ tonight. Just wanted to keep the thread moving.
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Postby Aello on March 17th, 2011, 1:06 pm

Aello laughed heartily, "trying to stick to lady's first?" she whispered into the wind. "How very noble of you. Unfortunately, since I asked the question first, you're going to have to answer first. Lady's request," Aello said with a sly smile. "Unless you want us both to be kept in the dark, in which case, we can quit asking about it, and simply accept the fact that we're both here, and that the other party isn't about to leave anytime soon." Yune seemed to chirp and nod her head in agreement with her mistress. "But of course, the lady can continue to wait until you're ready. We can always save the proper introductions for later after all. They're so very dull anyway."

As soon as Syndre had made the comment about selling her body, Aello's face turned bright red, and her eyes flashed menacingly. "Of all the people here, you seem the one who most needs to learn the lesson of when to keep quiet. Especially when you have no idea to whom you are speaking. Remember that for the next time Robert isn't around to save you," Aello hissed, before turning to Robert. "Its been a while since the fire old friend. But even so, one can tell that you still haven't learned the proper way in which to speak and interact with others. But then again, you're a mercenary, and he," Aello said, as she turned back to Syndre, "is more than likely your boss. In which case, you couldn't give him a proper whack upside the head." Aello turned back to Robert as a small smile crossed her pale lips. "After all, surely you agree that such a thing is what he deserves, is it not?" she inquired.

As soon as she had finished speaking, Aello stepped as silently as she could towards Robert's left side. When she reached it, she stood on her tippy-toes and whispered as close as she could get to his ear, "and just so you know, if you ever so much as tried to touch me, I'd chop off each of your fingers, and then move onto each and every limb you could possibly think of." With that, she lowered herself from her tippy-toes and walked around Robert's body. Surely the two men deserved that. Hopefully they'd understand their foolishness as well. Certainly, this body is too tired, and not at all in the shape for a proper fight; let alone the mood for one. "But thanks for vouching for me," Aello added, the edges of her voice seemed somewhat icy, irritated. Men just have no manners.

Figuring that Robert's latest apparent charge wasn't likely to answer any of her questions, Aello crossed his body, and walked back around each of them, so that she stood in front of Robert. "So, Robert, since your friend here doesn't seem too talkative tonight, would you mind telling me who he is and what you're both doing out here?" Aello asked. "Or is that not allowed in your profession?" Aello leaned into him a little, "you do have some code of ethics of sorts, don't you? Some sort of general guideline even?" she asked, before returning to her normal stance, and awaiting her answers. Thankfully, for once, the bird was quiet, as though it could sense the tension that hung in the narrow expanse of air that lingered between each of the parties.
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Postby Syndre on March 18th, 2011, 3:50 pm

Great... just like a woman to start throwing a fit in these conditions...
Syndre thought to himself as she moved about them, her temper was evident through
her body language and wittful words. She apparently knew Robert from someone,
which may end up complicating the matter further. Aello even seemed strangely
familiar to the rogue as well, though he couldn't put a place or date on the
blurred memory. He quickly disregarded the thought and instead began planning on
the easiest way to get rid of the aggressive woman. He shot a subtle glare at
the mercenary if this was some how his fault even though the encounter had
happened by mere chance.

"Shush already... do you want to announce to all of Sylira that we're here?...,"
his tone was as sharp as his knife, his mood quickly changing from mild amusement
to a creeping agitation. His eyes were ablaze with an effervescent blue,
slightly narrowed in Aello's direction before glancing about their surroundings.
Robert had already scouted out the area, but Syndre decided to do the same to
make sure he hadn't missed anything. The slow flowing canal and emptied street
seemed quiet enough for this time of night, and the nearby buildings all looked
devoid of activity. Where was that damn messenger?... He never had to wait this
long before to received a letter from Caleb, the henchmen that he frequently
met with were always on time, if anything they had to wait until Syndre arrived.

An unease was settling over the thief as he thought more about it, for the
situation did start to seem strange. Was he being set up? Maybe an amused lied
in wait... Again his increasing paranoia played upon his movements. The leather
encased hand that had reached behind his back now closed around the firm handle
of his coiled whip, smooth digits slithering tightly in an anxious grip. Just as
he had armed himself with the bundled weapon, an agonizing scream caused the
three to jump to attention. The delicate hairs running along the back of his
neck immediately stood on end and the speed at which his heart pumped increased
two fold. The sounds of a sudden scuffle could now be heard between a pair of
towering ivory buildings to the right of where they had gathered. Guttural groans
followed the scream, clearly audible but at a lower volume. The location from
which the pain induced moans were issued from could not be specifically
determined, for the wide gap between the tall structures was a deep shade of
black.

Another swift glance was given to Robert and a mere nod was given, for no
words were necessary. The mercenary was accustomed to trouble and this was one
of the reasons Syndre had hired him. A bodyguard that hesitated in times such
as this wasn't worth a pile of dog shyte, let alone thirty percent of his
seasonal income. Brilliant azure orbs settled back upon the large entrance to
the alley while his right appendage swung fluidly around from his backside, the
curvaceous length of his detached whip snaking outward in front of his tensing
frame. The eight wicked feet of the unraveling weapon dropped lazily against the
worn stones of the ground between Aello and Robert.

The sheer agony the groans implied did not sit well with the rogue and a
bit of worry actually shown upon his features. The sound was gruesome and began
to fade into liquid-like chokes, then an unnerving silence gripped the cool air.
Syndre allowed his acute attention to waver briefly, looking from Robert to
to the previously annoying woman, then back to the mercenary. They could either
wait until whoever or whatever had attacked the man presented itself from the
thick darkness, or they could find out for themselves. He hoped the two in front
of him didn't expect him to be the one to investigate, for he would have to
disappoint them.
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Postby Robert Cithon on March 18th, 2011, 5:16 pm

Robert decided not to react to Aello’s words. Even in truth if he did agree with her, Syndre did overstep his bounds. Though Robert did vow silently to himself that he would change Aello’s opinion of himself. She assumed because he was a mercenary by trade, that he had no loyalties or sense of pride. Both of which where far from the truth. Yes he did sell his skills for money, but he sill held his personal loyalties above all else.

He watched her wearily as she weaved in-between the two watching men. He would probably regret vouching for the woman. He had acted impulsively, in truth he barely knew the woman. Though he seemed to know her temper fairly well. “No miss, I do not know what we are doing here. Even if I did, I would not inform you unless told to.” It was the truth. Robert did not want to upset anyone tonight. It was his first official night under Syndre’s orders.

Robert smirked as Syndre glared at him accusingly. Syndre would no doubt have an ear full for Robert once tonight’s business was concluded. Though it was all circumstances, and he had no hand in how tonight unfolded. Robert was watching Syndre, the thief seemed on edge. Whatever tonight was going to bring, it obviously was not going according to plan.

Robert, loosing patience with standing around waiting. Was about to speak and ask Syndre what exactly they were doing here, when he heard an loud scream. The noise, combined with the eerie silence just moments before was enough to set Robert on edge. Robert instinctively turned in the direction of the noise. The scream sounded only once, then it was replaced by a the sounds of struggle and fighting. The direction the sounds came from made it impossible to see what was truly unfolding. The blackness of the night concealing it’s secrets from prying eyes.

Syndred looked to Robert and nodded. He understood, this is why he had been hired. Though Robert did not expect action the very first night. Robert began understanding this would be a well earned thirty percent, if he survived all season. But despite Robert’s instincts to stand and wait for the danger to reveal itself, Robert nodded back to Syndre. Who himself had chosen a wicked whip as his defense. The length of the weapon fell between Aello and Robert.

Robert took a slow step in the direction of the dark alley. The towering buildings appeared even more menacing each step he took. Another step and Robert reached behind his head, his fingers gripping the worn handle of his sword. The cold length of steel sliding out of the sheath with barely a sound. “It’s what I am paid for..” He mumbled under his breath as he got closer to the darkness. The sounds were fading quickly now, the danger either removed itself. Or more likely, the struggling victim was now just a corpse in the darkness. Robert glanced over his shoulder, he had covered half the distance between the group and where the sounds came from. He looked to Aello, hopefully she would at least cover his back with her bow. Robert took another deep breath and another step forward his footfalls making an audible thud against the worn surface.
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Postby Aello on March 18th, 2011, 10:52 pm

Aello rolled her eyes and placed her left hand on her hip. "Do you really think they can hear us from here?" she asked in an irritated whisper. Surely the guy wasn't that stupid, and he was merely exaggerating in order to get her to shut up. But Aello was never silenced that easily, especially by a relatively lanky-looking man who was wielding a whip of all things. "Because Syliras is thousands of miles away from here." With that, Aello dropped her left hand to her side again, and simply stared at the two men in an irritated fashion. Her bird remained silent, but as soon as the sound of fighting and a deafening scream cut through the air, she began flapping her good wing, and chirping madly.

Aello turned her head so that she could face her sparrow. "Silence Yune, now is not the time for fear," she said, rather forcefully. Slowly, the bird started to die down. "Thank you," Aello whispered as she turned back to the men, who seemed to be communicating almost silently amongst themselves. It is amazing how they can do that. Women don't do much of that it seems. But then again, we don't really know any women, now do we? So how could we know for sure? Aello just stood silently while the two did their thing. Men really are such simple creatures. Just a few grunts and nods can apparently say so much. Surely women are slightly more advanced than that. "So, are you guys going to go explore the nasty sound over in the dark alley? Or you going to stay here and wait for me to say the coast is clear?" Aello asked, her eyes sparkling. She was getting bored simply waiting for them to make their move.

Perhaps Robert was planning on investigating anyway, or perhaps her words spurred him into action. Whatever it was, Robert went out ahead of her. So Syndre was the wuss in their relationship... if one could even call it that. Since apparently Syndre pays the poor guy to essentially, follow him around wherever he goes. How very, very pathetic, Aello thought, as she simply stared at the rogue. Smiling shyly. Her eyes seemed to sparkle in the moonlight. Note to self: never grow to be as pathetic as him.

With an amused smile, Aello turned abruptly on her heels. "You coming along?" Aello whispered over her shoulder, as she trailed slowly after Robert. The man seemed to have stopped moving about the time the screams did. Had someone died on this night? Would a ghost be lurking in the alley? Some sort of terrible person? A murderer? Aello wondered as she came to a halt a few feet behind him. "You waiting for something?" Aello whispered, "because if you're that afraid, we can simply declare ladies first, and all will be well in your little world. Won't it?"

Aello took another few steps forward, and passed Robert. She looked left and right, but saw little. Her eyes still needed time to adjust to the darkness. She stopped dead and her tracks, and looked back over her shoulder. Her long brown hair tumbled over her face, ending in a pile of curls in the middle of her back. Aello's face was lost in shadow, the right side, a sea of brown hair as well. Well are they coming or not? Aello's brain wondered, as she simply waited for someone to make a move.

OOCBold text=Aello's thoughts.

Syndre, I shall leave the alley description and what we find up to you. Have fun, and try not to get us killed. >.<
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The Chained Ones... [Robert, Aello]

Postby Syndre on March 20th, 2011, 10:40 pm

The mercenary had acknowledged his nod and was now moving toward the
source of the horrific sounds, armed and ready for confrontation. If there had
been an ounce of fear within the man, Syndre could not visually detect it.
Robert was doing what he was paid for without being prodded along, which brought
a trace of calm over the rogue. It would seem as though he had chosen the right
man for the job and because of this, his chances of survival within Ravok were
greatly increased. Hopefully his henchman was as good with a blade as he was at
following vague directions. Perhaps this evening's random event would give the
thief some insight into the mercenary's fighting prowess.

And then there was the woman. By Akajia her words could cut into his thoughts
much easier than he would like. Did those lips ever quit moving, or did they
continuously chirp insults much like that of her pet bird?
He of course ignored
her numerous questions and for a fleeting moment, the image of his leather whip
coiled around her gapping mouth amused his mind. He couldn't help the smile that
crept upon his face, even at a precarious time such as this. The rogue decided to
instigate further with a smooth bow, a spiraling whirl of his extended whip
adding to the mocking display," Please do... ladies first..." Rising from the
dip in his frame, azure voids watched as she took the initiative away from Robert
and moved in front of the hired sword.

Aello reached the large gap between the two ivory buildings, half of her
body disappearing into the swarming darkness. Her thick brown locks traveled
against her back and shoulder as she turned to look at the two men, the
expression on her visage displayed her impatience. The moment seemed frozen
in time with her long curling hair sweeping ever so slowly, her dark brown
eyes casting a glare that pierced Syndre from across the stone infused street.
Then she was gone. The rogue cursed under his breath at the sight of numerous
white hands reaching out of the alley's inky darkness, the multitude of
extremely pale appendages latching onto Aello's body where ever they could gain
a hold, aggressively pulling her further into the shaded gap.

The sudden abduction seemed to take a moment for Syndre to register since
it happened so fast, almost as if the swarm of hands that had grabbed her
unsuspecting figure were inhumanly swift. Pushing off his booted heel, the
thief continue to curse to himself while his immediate strides increased into
a dead sprint toward the alley entrance. Robert would surely get there before
him, but Syndre was very fast on his feet from years of running away from
situations just like this. Was he really running to the aid of this woman?
The question played upon his thoughts as he neared Robert's backside. No of
course not he countered his own conscience, he needed to find out if the scream
from before was indeed the messenger he and Robert had been waiting for.

He knew she was going to be a distraction, and he was glad she had been
taken by surprise instead of Robert. The mercenary was far too valuable of an
asset to be taken in such a horrid manner, at least the man had his blade
exposed and had his wits about him. It was unfortunate that he had to help Aello,
for he knew since Robert and her where somewhat friends that his henchman would
dive right into action. He didn't want his hired blade to die for such a useless
reason, so Syndre in turn would have to save him while he saved Aello. This was
quickly turning into a confusing situation that the rogue really didn't want to
be apart of. If Robert would have turned to him and said Let her die, Syndre
would have immediately agreed, but that probably wasn't going to be the case.
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