04-07-2009, 03:07 AM
It took Ashe a moment to think before she reached into her pocket, withdrawing the Emblem and pressing it into her palm. "Here's what Sebastian was carrying that we came for. I need you to take it and... and just hide. Don't shoot, don't run, just hide. We have to make sure that they don't get it back, and I don't care if something happens to your sister or myself, this is more important than us."
Sage was already backing up and stuttering again. "No... No- I- I can't, no-"
Ashe fended off her concerns by closing the girl's hand around the medallion and pushing it into Sage's pocket. "Don't argue with me on this. I'll make sure your sister is ok."
"But what if something ha-"
"Nothing will happen to her. Sage, all of those other people are counting on you. We need this Emblem to get back to them so that they can get off this island."
The blue haired girl was trembling, watching her sister as she and Sebastian exchanged blows. "Is this... because I'm too scared to be of any help?" she managed.
Ashe answered her honestly, shaking her head and placing her hand on the girl's shoulder. "No. I'm not asking this of you because you are afraid. We are all afraid, including your sister. I'm asking this of you because you are brave. You are the only person I would trust with this. You can do this, Sage, I know it." She threw her arms around the girl in a quick hug, waiting for a responding squeeze before pushing back away from her. "Now go!" she whispered, grabbing her bag and darting off into the brush without seeing if Sage followed the request.
Reaching a hand into her bag, she pulled out a heavy and ugly looking dress that she'd found mixed up within her clothing when she picked the bundle up from the floor after her poker game. What bothered her was that outside of Kai's demons, she hadn't seen a single female in the soldier groups. She had shuddered when she made that realization and stuffed it into her bag, having already gotten too far away from the base before she'd noticed it while getting dressed.
"Ugh..." she complained, turning it over in her hands. "This thing feels like it's made of leather... maybe even wet dog. Smells kinda like wet dog," she mused, holding it up in disgust.
Looking down at the ground nearby, she formulated a plan. She had heard water trickling nearby. It wasn't a far line of thought to assume that some type of water was also nearby. That meant mud. Zena would have to hold her own until Ashe got back.
Reaching the riverbed, she turned her nose up at the smell that emanated from the water's edge. This must be where that sewer lets out, she thought to herself. That's even better then, I guess.
She kneeled, holding the discarded clothing up before throwing it down into the mud, slamming her foot down on top of it to force it to absorb some of the dirty sewage water. "Karma sucks, doesn't it?" she laughed, thinking of how the blood and claws had destroyed some of her favorite clothing. She had hoped to surprise her sister Terra with them, but now she had a story for them whenever she got back. If she got back.
---
Zena's fist rippled through the air, meeting nothing but empty sky as the masked man leapt backwards, narrowly avoiding her punch before his feet connected with the upper base of a tree, immediately firing back down towards her with his claws outstretched like a cat pouncing. She took advantage of the moment to throw a small orb of ki upwards towards him, watching it get swatted away but forcing his fall from an attacking stance to a neutral one. He hit the ground next to her, throwing his legs out to knock her back from her feet.
They both sprung to their feet at the same time, catching each other's gaze a brief moment before Zena gave a surprised look directly over the man's shoulder. He whirled, slashing his claws to eviscerate anyone behind him, but instead his blades slapped up against a heavy leather dress. The heavy material clung to the knives, twisting around his hands while mud rained down onto the man's face and hair, covering his eyes and leaving his mouth full of sewage mud.
The blond Saiyan took advantage of the distraction by planting her fist directly into the center of his nose, shattering it and sending him flying back into a tree. The man was screaming incoherently, spitting mud from his mouth while trying to wipe his eyes clear with the still muddy and soaked dress. "You fugly... bitch!" he screamed through various spitting. "Whore!" he added, obviously quite unhappy with the situation.
Wiping her mud stained hands onto her blood stained dress, the pink haired girl held up her machine gun and pulled the trigger as Zena ran across the clearing. "Empty!" she growled when nothing happened. Her eyes scanned the nearest soldiers' bodies and she tossed the gun to the side, scrounging until a small knife was in her hands. It would have to do.
Her eyes caught the man weakly defending himself from Zena's onslaught as best as he could with the weighted clothing tying his hands and blades together, while simultaneously dulling any attempts at slashing with his blades. She'd gotten extremely lucky with the way he decided to slash at the clothing when she threw it. She'd only wanted to have it land on his face and piss him off, but to have him bound and muddy and pissed off, that was worth everything.
Zena leapt into the air, throwing her foot towards the man's mask and knocking him back, the mud still caked between his mask and face to block his vision. "Bitch!" he cried out again, tripping over his own feet and landing backwards. He still wasn't sure who was assisting Zena in her fight against him, or even how many, but that didn't matter. Not when he suddenly found a knife directly against his throat.
He swallowed, still unable to see, when Ashe spoke. She was being watched carefully by the blond Saiyan as her voice took a deadly tone. "Sebastian, sweetie," she began, her voice dripping with venom. "I want you to-"
"You stupid, inferior, fucking-"
The knife pressed harder, cutting off his windpipe. His hands came up in an attempt to slash her, but Zena slammed her leg down onto his arm with a sickening crack, looking around to make sure there were no other soldiers nearby. "Do it," she hissed after a moment.
Ashe shook her head. Her intention wasn't to kill him. She would do it if he left her only the choice of him or her, but if there was a way around it, she'd prefer to take it. She slowly slid his mask over his head until the strap popped against it, leaving his hair crushed into the dirt by her foot to hold him in place. His freshly opened eyes glared directly at her, leaving her to rub her foot harder to grind more dirt into it. He tried to spit, missing her and leaving a trail of drool down the side of her face as she placed her other foot onto his throat, removing the knife before pressing it against his cheek. "Sebastian, I'm fairly sure that you'd rather die than let us leave this island with the Emblem. In fact, I'm sure that you'll likely die by Kai's hand if we do leave this island with the Emblem. So I guess the question that I'm asking is..."
She kneeled down, removing her foot from his throat and pressing the bladed to nearly the breaking point of his cheek. "Do you wish to die beautifully, or do you wish to live scarred?"
Her words trailed a cold truth to him, echoing the same words he'd spoken to all of his victims in the past as he either killed them or scarred them for life simply for not admitting their inferiority to him.
Sage was already backing up and stuttering again. "No... No- I- I can't, no-"
Ashe fended off her concerns by closing the girl's hand around the medallion and pushing it into Sage's pocket. "Don't argue with me on this. I'll make sure your sister is ok."
"But what if something ha-"
"Nothing will happen to her. Sage, all of those other people are counting on you. We need this Emblem to get back to them so that they can get off this island."
The blue haired girl was trembling, watching her sister as she and Sebastian exchanged blows. "Is this... because I'm too scared to be of any help?" she managed.
Ashe answered her honestly, shaking her head and placing her hand on the girl's shoulder. "No. I'm not asking this of you because you are afraid. We are all afraid, including your sister. I'm asking this of you because you are brave. You are the only person I would trust with this. You can do this, Sage, I know it." She threw her arms around the girl in a quick hug, waiting for a responding squeeze before pushing back away from her. "Now go!" she whispered, grabbing her bag and darting off into the brush without seeing if Sage followed the request.
Reaching a hand into her bag, she pulled out a heavy and ugly looking dress that she'd found mixed up within her clothing when she picked the bundle up from the floor after her poker game. What bothered her was that outside of Kai's demons, she hadn't seen a single female in the soldier groups. She had shuddered when she made that realization and stuffed it into her bag, having already gotten too far away from the base before she'd noticed it while getting dressed.
"Ugh..." she complained, turning it over in her hands. "This thing feels like it's made of leather... maybe even wet dog. Smells kinda like wet dog," she mused, holding it up in disgust.
Looking down at the ground nearby, she formulated a plan. She had heard water trickling nearby. It wasn't a far line of thought to assume that some type of water was also nearby. That meant mud. Zena would have to hold her own until Ashe got back.
Reaching the riverbed, she turned her nose up at the smell that emanated from the water's edge. This must be where that sewer lets out, she thought to herself. That's even better then, I guess.
She kneeled, holding the discarded clothing up before throwing it down into the mud, slamming her foot down on top of it to force it to absorb some of the dirty sewage water. "Karma sucks, doesn't it?" she laughed, thinking of how the blood and claws had destroyed some of her favorite clothing. She had hoped to surprise her sister Terra with them, but now she had a story for them whenever she got back. If she got back.
---
Zena's fist rippled through the air, meeting nothing but empty sky as the masked man leapt backwards, narrowly avoiding her punch before his feet connected with the upper base of a tree, immediately firing back down towards her with his claws outstretched like a cat pouncing. She took advantage of the moment to throw a small orb of ki upwards towards him, watching it get swatted away but forcing his fall from an attacking stance to a neutral one. He hit the ground next to her, throwing his legs out to knock her back from her feet.
They both sprung to their feet at the same time, catching each other's gaze a brief moment before Zena gave a surprised look directly over the man's shoulder. He whirled, slashing his claws to eviscerate anyone behind him, but instead his blades slapped up against a heavy leather dress. The heavy material clung to the knives, twisting around his hands while mud rained down onto the man's face and hair, covering his eyes and leaving his mouth full of sewage mud.
The blond Saiyan took advantage of the distraction by planting her fist directly into the center of his nose, shattering it and sending him flying back into a tree. The man was screaming incoherently, spitting mud from his mouth while trying to wipe his eyes clear with the still muddy and soaked dress. "You fugly... bitch!" he screamed through various spitting. "Whore!" he added, obviously quite unhappy with the situation.
Wiping her mud stained hands onto her blood stained dress, the pink haired girl held up her machine gun and pulled the trigger as Zena ran across the clearing. "Empty!" she growled when nothing happened. Her eyes scanned the nearest soldiers' bodies and she tossed the gun to the side, scrounging until a small knife was in her hands. It would have to do.
Her eyes caught the man weakly defending himself from Zena's onslaught as best as he could with the weighted clothing tying his hands and blades together, while simultaneously dulling any attempts at slashing with his blades. She'd gotten extremely lucky with the way he decided to slash at the clothing when she threw it. She'd only wanted to have it land on his face and piss him off, but to have him bound and muddy and pissed off, that was worth everything.
Zena leapt into the air, throwing her foot towards the man's mask and knocking him back, the mud still caked between his mask and face to block his vision. "Bitch!" he cried out again, tripping over his own feet and landing backwards. He still wasn't sure who was assisting Zena in her fight against him, or even how many, but that didn't matter. Not when he suddenly found a knife directly against his throat.
He swallowed, still unable to see, when Ashe spoke. She was being watched carefully by the blond Saiyan as her voice took a deadly tone. "Sebastian, sweetie," she began, her voice dripping with venom. "I want you to-"
"You stupid, inferior, fucking-"
The knife pressed harder, cutting off his windpipe. His hands came up in an attempt to slash her, but Zena slammed her leg down onto his arm with a sickening crack, looking around to make sure there were no other soldiers nearby. "Do it," she hissed after a moment.
Ashe shook her head. Her intention wasn't to kill him. She would do it if he left her only the choice of him or her, but if there was a way around it, she'd prefer to take it. She slowly slid his mask over his head until the strap popped against it, leaving his hair crushed into the dirt by her foot to hold him in place. His freshly opened eyes glared directly at her, leaving her to rub her foot harder to grind more dirt into it. He tried to spit, missing her and leaving a trail of drool down the side of her face as she placed her other foot onto his throat, removing the knife before pressing it against his cheek. "Sebastian, I'm fairly sure that you'd rather die than let us leave this island with the Emblem. In fact, I'm sure that you'll likely die by Kai's hand if we do leave this island with the Emblem. So I guess the question that I'm asking is..."
She kneeled down, removing her foot from his throat and pressing the bladed to nearly the breaking point of his cheek. "Do you wish to die beautifully, or do you wish to live scarred?"
Her words trailed a cold truth to him, echoing the same words he'd spoken to all of his victims in the past as he either killed them or scarred them for life simply for not admitting their inferiority to him.
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