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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 15, 2020 21:35:27 GMT
Silvia frowned and contemplated her chances of killing the man before he set the place ablaze. Were it not for the fact that she could hear people screaming, she might have tried it.
"Fine," she said, disgusted by his behaviour. "Point me towards the stairs, will you."
She looked for the stairs, having never visited the establishment before.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 15, 2020 21:37:43 GMT
She sees them off to the left as the fat man guzzled more liquor. “That’s the stuff,” he said in a satisfied tone. “Hurry up now. You’re supposed to be pretty and fast. Got no evidence of the latter so far.”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 15, 2020 21:52:39 GMT
She gave him the finger and hurtled down the stairs to find the man with the red cloak. On the way, she looked and listened for the people who had been screaming.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 15, 2020 22:14:16 GMT
She reached the bottom of the stairs. The unfortunate workers of Priscilla’s have all been locked in a great cage directly underneath the bomb fat man was sitting on. An old man was nearby them drinking wine with another pirate looking sort and laughing at their plight. He seems to be doing a play by play of their distress.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 15, 2020 22:40:38 GMT
Silvia whistled to get the old man's attention. She wasn't inclined to kill him straightaway.
"Thr fat man wants the cloak," she said. "Hand it over."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 15, 2020 22:59:52 GMT
The old man just laughed. “This one got outta the cage!” He laughed. “I didn’t know Esteban had any more toys!”
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 16, 2020 6:52:49 GMT
Silvia punched him in the stomach. "I'm no man's toy. Give me the cloak. Now."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2020 14:43:48 GMT
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The man doubled over in pain. “Fuck you!” He shouted as the other drinking man stood up. “This is mine just like it was me father’s!
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 16, 2020 17:14:17 GMT
Silvia had hoped to avoid killing him, but it seemed she had no choice. She drew her sword and attacked the man while he was still doubled over.
"It's mine now," she said.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2020 17:18:35 GMT
Silvia:
171/155/133
Silvia hacks both men to pieces effortlessly. The second man had gone for a knife. The cloak is hers, it is red and shiny silk and she feels a strange desire to just grab it and run.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 16, 2020 17:21:10 GMT
She grabbed the cloak but held back on the urge to run. She had to stop the fat man blowing up the place and there were prisoners who needed her help. She ran back up the stairs to the fat man.
"I've got it. Give me the key to that cage, step away from the bomb, and the cloak is yours."
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2020 17:44:25 GMT
The fat man laughed as the crocodile walked behind her. “You’re a ruthless one.” He tossed her the key. “A trade is a trade. Obviously I won’t blow myself up so this is my ticket out of here so everyone ends up happy.” He puffed on a Pipe as he picked the gunpowder keg up.
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Post by Silvia Raizer on Jul 16, 2020 17:50:13 GMT
"Take your toothy pet with you," she said, indicating the crocodile. Then she started back towards the stairs to release the prisoners.
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Post by The Forgotten God on Jul 16, 2020 18:02:28 GMT
The man chuckled and flung the cloak over his shoulders. “Was a pleasure my dear. I hope you don’t mind if I string you along some other time?” The cloak flashed crimson and he shambles out the rear door and no one saw what happened next so I’m not writing it. Silvia got to the bottom of the stairs and unlocked the cage. About two dozen women and three men rushed out. A bunch hugged her and kept saying thank you over and over.
Silvia ran downstairs right as Nigel and Justine smashed in the door. The crocodile looked at them with evident confusion.
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Post by Justine-Juliette de Vair on Jul 16, 2020 18:07:32 GMT
Justine brandished her weapons fiercely, scanning left and right for anyone hidden. “Silvia?” She called out tentatively.
She scowled at the crocodile, who seemed unattended. “You all alone, little fella? Where’d your friend get to, hmmm?” The thing probably couldn’t speak but she talked to it anyway.
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