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@Zombehs @Psyker Landshark
“We’ll take her out before she harms someone else.”
Hurled back by a strangely powerful strike from the girl with clockwork limbs, Caelan recovered just in time to see the Committee member leap forwards. Tackling the girl into the ground, he expertly locked her into a sleeper hold, his face clearly showing exertion as his arms bulged underneath the uniform. Sparks flew out as the girl continued to let out a strained screech, but slowly her face reddened, darkened, and finally, she passed out.
With a deep sigh, the young man got up, patting off his uniform. He looked at Xi Feng, suddenly accosted by another individual, then nodded at Caelan. “Thanks for your help, sir,” he said curtly, before carrying the unconscious girl in his arms and walking over to Xi Feng once more.
“Guess it’s as good as any time to show you where the detention centers are. And young lady? If you’re looking for someone, head down Hardner Street and turn right onto King’s Way. You should be able to see one of the Committee’s buildings from there. They should be able to help you.”
With another grunt, he hefted the clockwork ‘monster’ further up, adjusting his grip, before setting off.
After some deliberation, Xi Feng followed, leaving her Morceban companion alone.
@gamer5
Despite her travels and her questions, however, Ann Dora received no answers. Her companions appearance, though unique, were ultimately just appearances, and the prevalence of students dying their hair strange colors only served to further hamper her search prospects. Ringrange was the home to over one hundred thousand students, and while their individual files were ordered by name, there was no similar tagging function that could bring them up by appearance alone.
It was yet another fruitless, futile attempt, and eventually, she left the building, dejected as she was before. The night was growing late now, time not stopping just because she was unable to fulfill her objectives, and soon, on the still raucous streets, she headed back to her dorms.
There were things to forget, things to drown out.
@Click This @Random @Bob Cut
Despite her attempts to approach, the crowds that Alina dived into soon made it difficult to follow. Losing the two petite individuals within the mass of students still out having fun, Heidemarie found herself once again alone, surrounded by those who were together.
With a stained shirt and no particular reason to continue to wander the night, the girl from Eirchenstadt headed off, against the flow of smiling faces and joyful encounters.
@Asuras @Jageroux
As curious onlookers continued to look on, the two continued to speak on the bridge, watching the dark waters as they compared their experiences, learning of each other’s plights. But the night was dragging on, and as minutes became an hour, they bid each other good night as they went their separate ways.
Perhaps there will be a future rendezvous. Perhaps they will meet once more in that broken world. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
But if anything else, Onyx could at least feel a bit of pride in the fact that he managed to chat with the cute French girl after all.
As the moon fell, the sun rose, a gray light once again filtering over the city. It was the weekends now, and stores opened later than normal, bachelors and bachelorettes crawling out of tangled sheets and shaking off their hangovers. Newspaper deliverers pedalled through the cold morning air, tossing papers from their respective clubs against the doors of those who lived in Scholar Street, while larger steam carriages delivered batches of newspapers. As usual, the Third Newspaper Club featured pictures of the elegant Student Council and other Ringrange celebrities, speaking of shocking, baseless scandals as well as a variety of rumors, while the First Newspaper Club featured editorials speaking of international politics, no doubt penned by majors in political science.
It was in the Second Newspaper Club’s articles, though, that the incident of the clockwork girl was mentioned, of the rampage that had occurred before it was swiftly put to a stop by a senior member of the Disciplinary Committee. A small article, all things considered, but the astute would notice something else.
Within the Third Newspaper Club’s tabloid contained another interesting detail within a sensationalist headline of ‘COUNCIL MEMBER IN DETENTION CENTER! AN UNEXPECTED AFFAIR?!’.
Small details, forming a larger picture. A connection so far out that few, if any, would pay attention to it, and even if they did, it’d merely be passed off as a coincidence.
A single thread, within an invisible web.
Day broke, and people awoke.
“We’ll take her out before she harms someone else.”
Hurled back by a strangely powerful strike from the girl with clockwork limbs, Caelan recovered just in time to see the Committee member leap forwards. Tackling the girl into the ground, he expertly locked her into a sleeper hold, his face clearly showing exertion as his arms bulged underneath the uniform. Sparks flew out as the girl continued to let out a strained screech, but slowly her face reddened, darkened, and finally, she passed out.
With a deep sigh, the young man got up, patting off his uniform. He looked at Xi Feng, suddenly accosted by another individual, then nodded at Caelan. “Thanks for your help, sir,” he said curtly, before carrying the unconscious girl in his arms and walking over to Xi Feng once more.
“Guess it’s as good as any time to show you where the detention centers are. And young lady? If you’re looking for someone, head down Hardner Street and turn right onto King’s Way. You should be able to see one of the Committee’s buildings from there. They should be able to help you.”
With another grunt, he hefted the clockwork ‘monster’ further up, adjusting his grip, before setting off.
After some deliberation, Xi Feng followed, leaving her Morceban companion alone.
@gamer5
Despite her travels and her questions, however, Ann Dora received no answers. Her companions appearance, though unique, were ultimately just appearances, and the prevalence of students dying their hair strange colors only served to further hamper her search prospects. Ringrange was the home to over one hundred thousand students, and while their individual files were ordered by name, there was no similar tagging function that could bring them up by appearance alone.
It was yet another fruitless, futile attempt, and eventually, she left the building, dejected as she was before. The night was growing late now, time not stopping just because she was unable to fulfill her objectives, and soon, on the still raucous streets, she headed back to her dorms.
There were things to forget, things to drown out.
@Click This @Random @Bob Cut
Despite her attempts to approach, the crowds that Alina dived into soon made it difficult to follow. Losing the two petite individuals within the mass of students still out having fun, Heidemarie found herself once again alone, surrounded by those who were together.
With a stained shirt and no particular reason to continue to wander the night, the girl from Eirchenstadt headed off, against the flow of smiling faces and joyful encounters.
@Asuras @Jageroux
As curious onlookers continued to look on, the two continued to speak on the bridge, watching the dark waters as they compared their experiences, learning of each other’s plights. But the night was dragging on, and as minutes became an hour, they bid each other good night as they went their separate ways.
Perhaps there will be a future rendezvous. Perhaps they will meet once more in that broken world. Perhaps, perhaps, perhaps.
But if anything else, Onyx could at least feel a bit of pride in the fact that he managed to chat with the cute French girl after all.
As the moon fell, the sun rose, a gray light once again filtering over the city. It was the weekends now, and stores opened later than normal, bachelors and bachelorettes crawling out of tangled sheets and shaking off their hangovers. Newspaper deliverers pedalled through the cold morning air, tossing papers from their respective clubs against the doors of those who lived in Scholar Street, while larger steam carriages delivered batches of newspapers. As usual, the Third Newspaper Club featured pictures of the elegant Student Council and other Ringrange celebrities, speaking of shocking, baseless scandals as well as a variety of rumors, while the First Newspaper Club featured editorials speaking of international politics, no doubt penned by majors in political science.
It was in the Second Newspaper Club’s articles, though, that the incident of the clockwork girl was mentioned, of the rampage that had occurred before it was swiftly put to a stop by a senior member of the Disciplinary Committee. A small article, all things considered, but the astute would notice something else.
Within the Third Newspaper Club’s tabloid contained another interesting detail within a sensationalist headline of ‘COUNCIL MEMBER IN DETENTION CENTER! AN UNEXPECTED AFFAIR?!’.
Small details, forming a larger picture. A connection so far out that few, if any, would pay attention to it, and even if they did, it’d merely be passed off as a coincidence.
A single thread, within an invisible web.
Day broke, and people awoke.