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As the attack ended, Freth looked hard at the lighthouse and stared in confusion. "A Kingdra? Really?" Freth asked. "The water is down there." She then said, pointing down to the waters below. The Kingdra knew where it needed to be, apparently, because once again the Kingdra lined up its shot and took a shot at Freth. Freth went wide-eyed and tried to shield herself with her own arms. The attack made impact, for certain, the impact doing considerable more damage than what the attack wanted to do. Either way, it forced Freth to put some force into breaking the freshly formed ice off of her. "Oh, you're cheeky." She said as she rushed forward some. "Glalie!" She shouted. She gave a hard toss of the ball, having it land on the outer walkway of the lighthouse. With a hard flash of light, the Glalie emerged from the Pokeball. "Glalie! Freeze-Dry!" She shouted.
"LIEEE!" The massive chunk of ice roared out, unleashing a chilling, pulse that could dry out the wettest of Pokemon in an instant.
As Freth combated with the Kingdra, Dragonite and I landed. I put Tristen down as Dragonite managed to put down Keiko and Abby. I then perked up, looking back, seeing the torrential downpour starting up and seeing a Seaking making its way for its newfound target. "No you don't!" Tristen said. "Blizz, I got this!"
"Are you-?"
"Dragonite! Hurricane!"
"YOU ARE! EVERYONE TAKE COVER INSIDE!"
As the Seaking made its lunge out, Dragonite unleashed its powerful gale, it too taking advantage of the rainstorm provided. As far as Tristen was concerned two could play at that game.
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2019 10:55 pm
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Posted: Mon May 13, 2019 11:43 pm
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Aile narrowed her eyes and looked at the fight beginning to brew, bringing out her staff. However, before deciding to join the potential scrap, she happened to glance over at the bar when the poster of the old man was visible. a moment later, she would be over at the bar herself, swiping the paper and staring at it. "...Hell," she muttered looking it over. "Do you happen to know the status of this guy," she'd ask the barkeep, her gaze not really leaving the paper. Concern was evident on her face, praying that the answer was positive. Considering where they were at, even before Ein, the answer didn't have that great a chance to be positive, but she could hope. Still expect the worst, but hope was a thing.
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2019 3:42 am
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2019 12:26 pm
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2019 5:31 pm
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Posted: Tue May 14, 2019 8:39 pm
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As Cera continued her ascent along the outer wall of the lighthouse, head lowered as it began to rain, she'd pick up on the Seaking's presence almost as soon as she finally could get a read on the Kingdra further up. Quickly, she'd fling herself towards where she felt the Seaking coming from and conjure an Aura Sphere before flicking it and trying to throw the speeding fish off course. "Alright, this isn't working. If one of you can get inside the Lighthouse, go and strike from-"
Her thoughts would stop when she saw Tristen's Dragonite start up a Hurricane, the rain giving it even more strength than it already had. "Change of plans! The rest of you, get inside and strike from within! Think I can still be safe here..." Practically sticking to the outer wall as much as she could, Cera would resume her ascent to the top, figuring to meet the Kingdra head on while anyone else could eventually assume a pincer formation. And anyone else who might be there, something she was trying to get a mental read on by now.
While also trying her hardest not to be caught in Hurricane Tristen.
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"We know of him. All too well," Amaranth remarked. "And we've got our reasons for coming back here."
She felt like she could trust the bartender here; not so much anyone else. Much as she wanted to say they were done running and ready to fight back to get Orre out of Ein's clutches, she didn't know who might be less interested in giving them information and more interested in giving enough information for them to be on the next batch of posters in response. Speaking of those posters, she could recognize Sol and Wes off the bat. The others past that were, unfortunately, less recognizable to her. She couldn't say she really knew much when it came to the people in Orre.
The last one caught her eye for a second, but didn't surprise her. "These two," she finally spoke up, sliding the posters with Sol's and Wes' respective mugs towards the bartender. "What do you know about them? Any information will be great; we don't mind sticking our necks out. We're familiar with hazardous dealings."
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2019 3:25 am
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TerashiLeonGoken Keiko was hesitant to send a Pokemon out, as she was worried that the Ice Beam could clip any flyer she had on her. When she saw the Kingdra, however, she remembered a certain non-Flying-type among her party that was capable of going airborne and would have a type advantage against the dual-Dragon-type. "Cutie, I need your help!" Keiko shouted, opening her Ribombee's ball without throwing it. When Cutie saw the Kingdra, she knew how to react immediately - flying close to it and pelting with with a DazzlingGleam at a reasonable distance. Abby frowned when she saw this, not having any airborne Pokemon of her own to help in the fight. Blizzard120 As the attack ended, Freth looked hard at the lighthouse and stared in confusion. "A Kingdra? Really?" Freth asked. "The water is down there." She then said, pointing down to the waters below. The Kingdra knew where it needed to be, apparently, because once again the Kingdra lined up its shot and took a shot at Freth. Freth went wide-eyed and tried to shield herself with her own arms. The attack made impact, for certain, the impact doing considerable more damage than what the attack wanted to do. Either way, it forced Freth to put some force into breaking the freshly formed ice off of her. "Oh, you're cheeky." She said as she rushed forward some. "Glalie!" She shouted. She gave a hard toss of the ball, having it land on the outer walkway of the lighthouse. With a hard flash of light, the Glalie emerged from the Pokeball. "Glalie! Freeze-Dry!" She shouted. "LIEEE!" The massive chunk of ice roared out, unleashing a chilling, pulse that could dry out the wettest of Pokemon in an instant. As Freth combated with the Kingdra, Dragonite and I landed. I put Tristen down as Dragonite managed to put down Keiko and Abby. I then perked up, looking back, seeing the torrential downpour starting up and seeing a Seaking making its way for its newfound target. "No you don't!" Tristen said. "Blizz, I got this!" "Are you-?" "Dragonite! Hurricane!" "YOU ARE! EVERYONE TAKE COVER INSIDE!" As the Seaking made its lunge out, Dragonite unleashed its powerful gale, it too taking advantage of the rainstorm provided. As far as Tristen was concerned two could play at that game. Darksol88 As Cera continued her ascent along the outer wall of the lighthouse, head lowered as it began to rain, she'd pick up on the Seaking's presence almost as soon as she finally could get a read on the Kingdra further up. Quickly, she'd fling herself towards where she felt the Seaking coming from and conjure an Aura Sphere before flicking it and trying to throw the speeding fish off course. " Alright, this isn't working. If one of you can get inside the Lighthouse, go and strike from-" Her thoughts would stop when she saw Tristen's Dragonite start up a Hurricane, the rain giving it even more strength than it already had. " Change of plans! The rest of you, get inside and strike from within! Think I can still be safe here..." Practically sticking to the outer wall as much as she could, Cera would resume her ascent to the top, figuring to meet the Kingdra head on while anyone else could eventually assume a pincer formation. And anyone else who might be there, something she was trying to get a mental read on by now. While also trying her hardest not to be caught in Hurricane Tristen.
The Dazzling Gleam blasts the Kingdra full-on, the additional damage from the super-effective attack sending the Pokemon slamming into the upper deck of the lighthouse. And if that didn't KO it, well... The Seaking probably considered the Kingdra lucky, the Aura Sphere taking the fish off target before the enormous Hurricane begins whirling and tearing at all of them, thrown almost out of control due to the Rain Dance. The door to the lighthouse rips off in the fury of the storm, and the Seaking goes flying. Anyone needing to take cover would be able to and assist Cera in her plan.
Speaking of Cera, she would get a bead on two minds inside the top of the lighthouse - one Pokemon and one human. Unfortunately for her, the Pokemon was a Metagross collapsing from a hidden position on the ceiling of the first room she enters, the entire metal weight of the thing pinning her to the ground. "Hah!" Blusix announces triumphantly, looking down at the little Mew. "I prepared for this, you know. Everyone knows Steel resists Psychic types."
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SubonicXP Sub jumped out of the way as the Zangoose came rushing in like a white blur, Monstresor caught off guard by the Close Combat and knocked off his feet and onto the floor. While he wasn't knocked out instantly that Fighting move hurt, a lot. The man glanced at the direction Zook and his Pokemon fled in for a bit before walking over to his Pokemon to check on him before recalling the beast to his ball. "That didn't go as I imagined it in my head." He admitted, letting his teammates take care of those two. "Wasn't he, or someone, yelling at the other before we crashed in? Is there anyone else in here?" He asked Aria and Darts before beginning to wander around the shop to check and make sure they didn't miss anyone. It's not like they needed him to help them apprehend one guy and his Pokemon so he did the next best thing, poked around.
Sub's instincts were spot on as usual. Strapped to a kitchen chair by his arms, the next room over and sporting what appeared to be several broken and mangled fingers was a younger man in his early-late twenties with a red beanie cap pulled down over his eyes. The two pips never waver from their fiery conviction, meeting the Snagem leader's without hesitation, even with the obvious saline lines from the tears of his gnarled hands etched on his face. "I didn't tell him, and I'm not going to tell you." He spits, straining against his bonds slightly but wincing in obvious pain at the state of his digits. "So just go on and kill me."
Reno Vantas Leslie would take the sudden hook to her jaw with her usual level of grace and dignity that characterized her throughout her life. "Get back and take the beating of your life!" Leslie screamed at Zook, charging after the man as her skin began to gain a dull metallic sheen. So yeah, calm and poised response to decide she should just charge the man down like a wrecking ball. Reno and Aria would both draw out Pokeballs, Reno soon standing beside an Alolan Raichu and Aria a Noivern. "Well....let's follow her and make sure we still have someone to talk to if he gets caught." Reno said flatly, slowly floating off of the ground before taking off towards the door that Leslie and Zook had both dashed out of. "So....do we follow them or just go to the other side of the shop from outside and wait until they probably crash through the back wall? Because I can go with either option, honestly." Aria asked Darts, offering a seat on Vibrato for Darts so they could both get to the back wall quick if he wanted to. DignityPower  Veronica's instincts kicked in as the Zangoose moved around, she reacted to the incoming vase with a Detect. Huh, that actually worked... she stood in slight surprised as the stuff crashed into an invisible barrier. Once the barrier ran out and her focus dispersed on what was going on, she crouched down to avoid the rest. Cosmo started to follow the Zangoose, though in his illusion form he found it slightly more difficult than usual. In combination with everything, things really seemed chaotic just before Zook took off. With a sigh, Veronica decided to follow Zook, returning Cosmo to his pokeball much to his dismay, and grabbing ahold of her Flygon's pokeball. She had no intention of letting him go far if it was necessary.
With Veronica in hot pursuit, Zook snarls his upper lip as he takes to the streets. "You just don't learn, do you? F-in millenials! Zangoose, Crush Claw!" He commands, pointing at a nearby innocent structure, clearly not giving one damn for the inhabitants. The Zangoose acquiesces to his request, cutting out one of the support structures and sending the building toppling downward.
Inside, Darts looks at Aria, tilting his crest side to side in thought. "Why don't... we go through the wall." He lets a flare of bright blue outrage surge through his arm and he impacts the one near them with a solid palm, blasting free and cutting off Zook quite effectively from his intended escape route.
"God dammit!" He swears again, turning to try and evade in a different direction. The debris from the blasted out hole nicely crashes against the structurally unsound building, bracing it for a moment. Reno and Leslie probably had enough time to do some more thorough reinforcing of the lucky break they just got.
Veronica had one clear shoot at the now backpedaling Zook as he changed directions. She was going to need to hit someone as big as him with everything she had.
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Espeon_Commander Aile narrowed her eyes and looked at the fight beginning to brew, bringing out her staff. However, before deciding to join the potential scrap, she happened to glance over at the bar when the poster of the old man was visible. a moment later, she would be over at the bar herself, swiping the paper and staring at it. "...Hell," she muttered looking it over. "Do you happen to know the status of this guy," she'd ask the barkeep, her gaze not really leaving the paper. Concern was evident on her face, praying that the answer was positive. Considering where they were at, even before Ein, the answer didn't have that great a chance to be positive, but she could hope. Still expect the worst, but hope was a thing. Darksol88 "We know of him. All too well," Amaranth remarked. "And we've got our reasons for coming back here." She felt like she could trust the bartender here; not so much anyone else. Much as she wanted to say they were done running and ready to fight back to get Orre out of Ein's clutches, she didn't know who might be less interested in giving them information and more interested in giving enough information for them to be on the next batch of posters in response. Speaking of those posters, she could recognize Sol and Wes off the bat. The others past that were, unfortunately, less recognizable to her. She couldn't say she really knew much when it came to the people in Orre. The last one caught her eye for a second, but didn't surprise her. "These two," she finally spoke up, sliding the posters with Sol's and Wes' respective mugs towards the bartender. "What do you know about them? Any information will be great; we don't mind sticking our necks out. We're familiar with hazardous dealings."
"You really think if I knew where either of these people were I'd be here tending bar?" The bartender scoffs. "No, more than likely I would either be collecting this here reward... or stuck in one of those forced labor camps... or worse. As far as I understand, if the poster is here they're still alive and considered to be at large. The people that drop them off periodically pick up targets considered to be 'neutralized' as a threat. Beyond that... while I'm sure you can handle yourself, I'm afraid I can't- won't," He corrects himself. "Be much help to you. I'm sorry. I can't risk it."
Cecile Silverstone Leon wasn't fast enough to dodge the glass bottle as it rang his head. The sound of the glass shattering made his ears ring as he was dazed slightly as he felt blood stream down his head. "Leon!" Ulla shouted as she helped him keep his balance. Ulla then looked up to see a group of sailors jump out of their seats as they started to corner them. Ulla stepped back as she was getting nervous. "Ulla get one of your Pokemon out and use Protect around you and Kaya. I don't want to hurt you guys." Leon said as he started breathing heavily as he was about to release a poisonous gas. Ulla saw what he was doing as she didn't want to put him through that as she quickly stood in-front of him to stand between Leon, Kaya, and the sailors. "ENOUGH!" She shouted as she accidentally let out a small cloud of Fairy Energy to calm everyone down. "Please...we are just trying to figure out what happened here. And we can use your help." She said to the sailors as she was trying not to show any fear in her face. She gently flashed her SNAG to the sailors so they have an idea of who they are. If it were to go anymore south, Leon took out a Pokeball as he was ready for a good old bar fight. He held his head with his other hand as he was trying to stop the bleeding.
"Hey, that symbol..." One of the sailors growls, the biggest and nastiest looking among them, calming a little. Whether it was due to the Fairy Energy or the proffered proof of help remained to be seen. He steps to the forefront, near the fat sailor who was still wobbling unsteadily from being grabbed by Leon. "I'd recognize that mark anywhere. You guys is Team Snagem. That famous international 'task force'." He paused for a beat. "Where in the bloody hell have you all been?! This place has become filled with more crap than the roof of a rear positioned cabin, pardon my speech with ye being such a little girly and all. Why now?" Ulla was on the right track with these people. All they wanted to do was get back to normalcy. She needed to convince them they were there to do that. |
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2019 3:08 pm
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"We don't know anything about any-" Wren started to correct the man before his Zangoose attacked. Watching as two of his allies were struck, hard it looked like, he snapped to his senses as the man made to flee and threw his hand forward, a handful of thorny vines sprouting from his artifact, flying toward Zook and his Pokemon from the motion of Wren's arm, aiming to tangle about their legs. He wasn't sure if his Channeling skills were good enough to pull it off, though, so it was a good thing there were others ready to give chase.
Unfortunately, his skill proved to not be enough, missing his mark by a mile as Zook bolted out of the building. Hearing Darts discussing catching the man with the others, he followed Sub into the back room. Upon seeing the poor sap in the chair, his first thought was to call out Hyacinth. The Floette saw the damage to the man's hands and floated out, clasping her tiny hands together and Wishing with all her might for them to be healed. The little Fairy would be sorely disappointed to see, should her magic be enough to do anything to the mangle digits, that they wouldn't be restored to working order. "We're not here to kill anyone." Wren announced to the man calmly. "We're certainly in need of information but this isn't really our method for getting." He stated with conviction. He didn't know that for certain but it definitely had to sound better to this unfortunate soul than the methods he'd been subjected to for now.
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Odd continued following after the others toward the lighthouse once Cera was defended. However, the second round attack aimed at Freth caught him a bit by surprise mostly due to the incoming threat of a Seaking racing toward them amid a sudden rainfall.
Moving to try and defend again, he heard Tristen's call for Dragonite to use Hurricane. "Oh... that's bad." He told himself before the others contributed their own attacks to the defense. By the time he had processed everything and come up with a plan of action, it was too late to do anything of his own. Cadenza had pressed onward, pulling the levitated channeler with it until they were both safely inside the lighthouse doors, just before Dragonite's Hurricane was set loose.
"Up!" Odd finally called to Cadenza as he was set down. "We need to get up there! I can sense a familiar soul up there but I can't tell what their intentions are..." Heading up as quickly as possible, he would attempt to provide some assistance to the assailed Mew atop the lighthouse.
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Kaya wouldn't have much chance to intervene before Leon and the sailor were at each other's throats. Sending a surge of Fairy energy into his arms, he'd play a bit rough with the sailor, slamming his charged fist into the man's chin via an empowered uppercut, followed by a quick downward punch into his cheek, driving him right back through his chair and into the floor. "Sit down and shut up, you drunk ~/~." He'd snap as he withdrew his fist, pink steam coming up off it before he turned back to Leon. "Hold your breath." He warned. "You're not putting all of us in danger over a drunkard." His eyes were narrowed and it showed he wasn't about to let the Poison channeler do what it looked like he was.
When the other patron, one of the ones the sailor had taken the bottle from, asked about them being Snagem, he spoke again. "We've been a bit busy trying to stop the rest of the world from falling to ruin along with you all." He'd answer, a bit of remorse in his voice. "Had it not been for the world war outside your borders, we'd have been here long ago but it's easier to restore one region to sovereignty when the remainder of them are not fighting against you while you do."
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Lykas, however, was still busy at the bar, looking through the stack of wanted posters. Aile and Amaranth had already made any points needed so far. "These two are definitely the ones we're after. " He state as he looked over the posters of Sol and Wes. "But just knowing they're still alive somewhere is good enough information for now, I think. It means we're not wasting our time looking for them." Something definitely seemed off, though. If Ein was in the business of paying bounties, now, then what did that mean for the rest of the region? Gateon Port looking this dead couldn't possibly bode well for the rest of Orre...Especially Pyrite and the Under." Speaking of.
"What do you know of Pyrite? Is the Under still functional? What about Mt. Battle?" Those were three of the most inhabited areas of Orre at last check. If they were all ghost towns like this place was, then there were few places left to look for their comrades. Agate was probably crawling with Ein's lackeys due to the proximity to one of the region's only sources of remotely local resources.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2019 5:03 pm
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I was at this point practically shoving everyone hoping to get them to move faster before the massive Hurricane was unleashed, but that was in essence a futile effort. With the cyclone dropped on top of a lone Seaking, the harsh winds and rain scowered the area. Freth ended up holding onto the lighthouse's edge for dear life as I ended up frantically trying to escort the rest of the party inside, nearly taking a instant facial by a flying door.
With the attack over after a few seconds, Tristen was pretty sure the Seaking was done after a ferocious attack such as that. Mission accomplished, he thought. "BLAST IT, TRISTEN!" shrieked the furious Articuno female, making the boy jump in shock. The boy looked up, seeing Freth was holding on to the lighthouse railing for dear life with one hand, clutching her Glalie with her other arm. "DIDN'T BLIZZARD TEACH YOU TIME AND PLACE WHEN IT COMES TO ATTACKS LIKE THAT!?"
"GLA-LIE!" Freth's Glalie had to concur with the sentiment.
"Uh...I got 'em..." The boy said rather sheepishly.
"Arro." Moaned the Dragonite. It was just following orders.
"DOESN'T HE HAVE SOMETHING WITH A LITTLE NARROWER FOCUS!? LIKE THUNDER!? THAT COULD HAVE WORKED TOO!"
Tristen looked up towards Dragonite as the dragon looked back then back towards Freth. "Uh...no?" He spoke up.
It only got an exasperated sigh out of Freth, slowly planting her forehead along the lighthouse railing in a sigh of relief with a mix of frustration for what just occurred.
Meanwhile back inside...
"Christ, I am going to have a word with that kid. It's crap like that is the reason why I still feel like he relies on that dragon too much." I said. "Is everyone alright? Wait...Cera, don't get too far-" My instincts then tripped, looking up. Before I could get another word in edgewise, the Metagross dropped down on the Mew. "The hell!?" Another presence, considerably weaker now. I looked back, my eyes narrowing. "Oh great. The missing link of the color spectrum. At least the other five knew when to fold them...though, having the wrath of Freth come down on them on more than one occasion is probably enough to do so to most normal people. Then again, a normal person would realize that you got hybrids and sets of Pokemon at their aid, and you just got a Metagross...and I assume the Kingdra and Seaking outside was yours which was...-cough- thoroughly taken care of. What's your end game here, Bluesix? If you were actually the smart one of the bunch, you would know someone in your position right at this second is the next thing to suicidal."
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2019 7:21 pm
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When Keiko realized what was going on, she grabbed Abby and made a rush for the lighthouse, which was helped by Blizzard pushing the two of them toward the interior of it. The shiny Lopunny hybrid only had a moment to catch her breath before Blusix's Metagross landed on top of Cera. When Blusix showed himself, Keiko remembered the last time she saw him, and that she didn't realize who he was until I told her. The memory filled her with anger that caused her body to practically radiate Normal-type energy - a sign of her rising Frustration.
"LET HER GO! NOW!" Keiko shouted, ready to pummel Blusix and Metagross if need be, even though none of her moves would really help her against it. Abby, being the calmer of the two, let Angela out of her ball. "You heard the bunny lady," she insisted, Angela spitting embers intimidatingly. When Keiko saw this, she saw the wisdom in and calmed down a bit, letting her Quilava out of its ball as Cutie flew in to meet back up with her trainer.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2019 7:52 pm
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A breath that Aile hadn't realized she was holding escaped when the bar keep said that posters of people who'd been taken care of were picked up. If his poster was here, then that meant that Robert was still out there, hopefully doing alright despite this. "Well, that's actually a bit of a relief. I owe that old man too much to have him get killed off before I paid him back," she chucked, returning the poster. "Hm." Aile looked at her fellow Snagems in the room before looking back at the barkeep. "Answer this or not, I don't care too much. If you don't, I'll figure out something else. You happen to know where the nearest forced labor camp is?" At this point, Aile didn't mind showing her hand. Ein had put the man who gave her the first leg up after winding up in the Orre desert on a wanted poster, possibly for being connected to her among other things listed. She was understandably a bit upset, and feeling fairly reckless now.
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Posted: Wed May 15, 2019 8:33 pm
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