09-13-2013, 08:39 PM
[Ok, quick note before I get to it. I do a lot of history jumping in most of my stories, so many will be at different times and non-continual from the last. I WILL specify around when each takes place. Using the time of writing as present day, one could say "Six months ago" etc etc. Peppered with a few "Unknown" times. Some posts will even jump around within themselves]
[Just my preferred style, sorry if it confuses anyone.]
--Three months ago in Ul'dah--
"....An that is only some of the charges! Witnesses state they saw you....."
With the piercing high pitched tone continually resounded in my ears I couldn't make out a damn word the guard captain was saying. Just bits an pieces of an ongoing drone of charges and allegations designed to ensure whomever heard them would plead guilty just so the bastard would shut the hell up. He can drone all he wants, at least my vision is finally starting to clear up, one good thing at least.
Sight finally back on my side, and not reenacting the twelve pub bender from awhile back, I could finally gleam which Hells sent station they took me to. The room was small, barely enough to fit the table and stools we were using. No windows or luxuries, just a single cell off to my right, and a doorway to my left. Muffled noise coming through the door, voices and footsteps.
This was not a bleedn' station house, not good by any account. This meant that I was not formally under arrest nor was I formally being interrogated....Yet at least. Those guys must of been well connected, Syndicate enforcers perhaps? Or more likely thugs for a less then legit merchant of acquired goods, who happened to pay off all the right people....Hells take me.Â
--A few hours prior--
You know that feelin' in your gut that you get when you look at something that pisses you off more then anything else possibly could? Yeah, that one. The one I'm feeling right now while staring down some shit hole ally. Lookn' at two, scratch that, three men cornering some common wench, taunting and laughing....and strangely enough asking questions. Well guess all gutter slime are stupid, but what the hell were they asking about. Not like I could hear from here, few steps in won't hurt nothin.
"Jus' move an we can be done with all this. No sense hurtin' yer pretty little head over it eh?"
Hell of a pickup line if I ever heard one. Lets see, the big one speaking is Roegadyn, the others Hyur. Need to take note just in case, but really....that Roegadyn is BIG. About halfway down the ally, only a few steps off from these guys, and still none have noticed me. Good, once my curiosity is satiated I'll be on my way, no sense getting mixed up anything that does not concern myself.
"Just tell us were dem' brats are!". The sound of skin on skin contact derived from force along with a quick shriek from pain echoed in the quiet ally. No, no, an I was just getting ready to leave, back turned and everything...stupid Hyur. A glance back confirmed that it was in fact one of the Hyur thugs. Well shit, even that would not of made me turn back normally. But I heard brats mentioned, twelve's be damned.
"Hey pals, if your lookin to get yer kicks....Ugh!.". Son of a bitch, why am I always interrupted when I come up with a decent line, and why does that Roegadyn hit so damn hard!Â
Finding yourself on yer back looking up at three pissed off individuals who apparently dislike being interrupted is not somewhere you'd like to find yourself. Kinda like commin to yer senses when your streaking through the Burning Wall being chased by a horde of MirrorKnights. In any rate, I was at a disadvantage, a big one. An not like I could apologize, seein' as my jaw was impacted by something twice its size. Nothin but grunts and groans from me, which apparently means 'please kick my ass' in thugese.
Which to say, is precisely what they started doin. Now normally I woulda put these fella's down in a heartbeat. You know, if I hadn't been jabberwoked in the jaw by surprise and wasn't presently being kicked and stomped on repeatedly. There's three of them after all, and I need something to even the odds, anything to even the odds. Or maybe that lass could of helped, or yelled, or something other then high tail it the second these brutes turned around.
Well, these roarin imbeciles obviously didn't know who they be dealin with. Idra fucking Prescott, I got lady luck smilin' down on me when it comes to fighting. I've never lost, never....though to be fair, it was never in their favor either. Just. Like. Now.
The hand flappin about doing an impression of a fish on dry land, found something. A hammer...oh thank you dimwitted craftsmen. An in a moment, said hammer found its way to the Roegadyn's own jaw, buyin me enough time to come to my feet an meet these fellas standing. This respite is all I needed, Hells hath no fury like an Idra stomped like a rat. My hand grips the hammer's handle tightly, I can feel it, the blood pumping through my veins, hear it in my ears. I love this feeling, someones going to be hurt, someone might die. I love this feeling, the monolog goes through my mind as I charge, eyes wide and a psychotic smile upon my lips, and bring the hammer down....I hate this feeling.
--A few moments later--
Breathe Idra, BREATHE! Now on my arse, leaning back trying to reacquaint my lungs with breathable air, I can finally try to figure out what the hell happened. Wasn't spose to be no fight, just a quick peek and be gone. That was all, and nope, had to show em who's boss. A quick look at the three told me I should leave, like now. One Hyur as close to the wall as a man could possibly get, slumped over between his own two legs, arm twisted in a direction no mans arm should be facing. The other Hyur was by the other wall, lyin in his own piss and blood. An the Roegadyn, laying in front of me wide eyed, blood pooling in their corners, mouth gaped open as if to say something. His chest was not moving, nothing was moving. He got the worst of it. Shit, time to move, but not before I relieve these fine gentlemen of their gil, mans gotta eat you know.
No time to be wasting, gotta get going....what was that sound? My eyes dart around looking for its source, and found it. A child, a Miqo'te boy, just standing there, staring at me. Kid was no older then ten, had to be, dressed in what I can only assume to be a....sack. He was scared, that much was certain, but those eyes of his....just like mine. Sayin 'I'll do ya worse if ya try anything'. Yeah I got ya kid, what you trying to protect?
Ask and it shall be answered. A second kid, also Miqo'te, peeked from behind the boy, eyes larger and of a fairer shade. A little girl, maybe five - six if shes lucky, holdin tight to the boy's clothes and to a rugged cactar doll. Really, cactar? Come on kid. But this explains the boys expression, and it take no scholar to figure out what these three broken lugs wanted, the lady must of just been tryin to do what I tried to do for her.
"Whats yer name kid?" I spat out as I came to my feet. Yeah, real subtle Idra, scare the kid shitless with your angry look and sharp tone, that will win ya points. No answer, just more staring. Kids' obviously lived on the street for some time, abandoned or orphaned or worse. Taking a step back to brush myself off I felt something light bounce of my leg. Turning to see, I instinctively took a couple steps back as I saw what it was. Two more kids, all the same....a damn litter of them! Couldn't help but laugh at my internal joke, kids didn't seem to understand nor care why I was laughing, hell with em.Â
An the hell with me, stupid handing your blood earned gil to the lot of them. Should of at least kept me coin purse. At least they will have food for awhile and some decent clothes, twelve willing, an take my advice on finding their way to that pastor guy up near Drybone. Well time to leave this place and head back home to the Shroud--Son of a bitch! Was the last thought to cross my mind as a good ol' axe handle met my temple.
--One hour later--
Being in a cell no bigger then a wagon chest does nothing for the aches and pains of being used as a training dummy. Inconsiderate pricks. Awaiting ones fate, specially if its being decided by crooked soldiers, is among the least of my favorite things to be doing right this moment list. Right there with wiping my ass with a Microchu. At least it was quiet, nothing to set my head a dancing again.
Nope, spoke to soon. A guard walks through the door, a different guy. Maybe a new approach to try get whatever it is they wanted from me, hells if I remember. In but a few strides he was at my cell, an I waited for the incoming fist, it was going to happen an I closed my eyes in preparation. Click. Click? That is not the sound of a fist if I recall. Opening my eyes to see the cell door open and the man standing there just grinning was a little awkward. I could probably take him I bet, but lets just see where this goes.
"Today is your lucky day, swine." He said as he played one handed catch with a coin purse. Swine my foot up yer arse prick, an wait....thats MY coin purse! "Apparently it was someone completely different who attacked those men. I had to inform my fellows of that and give them the new description of the real culprit. What luck for you eh?" He concluded with a smile, "Spose to give this to you, and tell ya they are going where ya said. Now have a nice day, sir.". Guy better hope I don't see him when next I come through, swear I'll introduce him to me heel.
Outside at last, fresh air, people congregating and me standing here covering in blood, sweat, and what I hope is dirt. The contents of the small pouch made me smile, no helpin it. How did the guy get my coin pouch, why was I set free. The brats did it as a thank you I guess, least that's what this little cactar doll tells me.
Tying the doll to my belt, I set off in search of someone stupid enough to give me a ride.
--One hour later--
And find one I did, some Roegadyn merchant and a few of his workers heading out to Gridania for some trading expo. Good fer them. Casual conversations went about in the cart, talks of wine, woman and adventure. I stayed to myself mostly, answering only when they pestered me enough. Then we got on this subject that piqued my interest.
The merchants brother was beaten stupid earlier, but instead of staying to see to him, he decided to continue on as he planned. Said his brother would of wanted it that way. I asked him about his injuries, apparently inflicted with a blunt object, metal blunt object.Â
There it was again, the blood pumping, the haze over my vision, the sensation of what would soon come and what I would do. I hate this feeling. "I actually know something about that." My words caught their attention, an that brought on the psychotic smile and deranged eyes. Right then they knew what I was talking about. My hand reached down and grabbed the handle of something. Sparing a glance to see my new friend, a saw....well its no hammer, but it will do. Will have to take a long bath when I get back to Gridania, that is for sure.
I lunge, chaos and blood follow....I love this feeling.
--End of part one--
[Just my preferred style, sorry if it confuses anyone.]
--Three months ago in Ul'dah--
"....An that is only some of the charges! Witnesses state they saw you....."
With the piercing high pitched tone continually resounded in my ears I couldn't make out a damn word the guard captain was saying. Just bits an pieces of an ongoing drone of charges and allegations designed to ensure whomever heard them would plead guilty just so the bastard would shut the hell up. He can drone all he wants, at least my vision is finally starting to clear up, one good thing at least.
Sight finally back on my side, and not reenacting the twelve pub bender from awhile back, I could finally gleam which Hells sent station they took me to. The room was small, barely enough to fit the table and stools we were using. No windows or luxuries, just a single cell off to my right, and a doorway to my left. Muffled noise coming through the door, voices and footsteps.
This was not a bleedn' station house, not good by any account. This meant that I was not formally under arrest nor was I formally being interrogated....Yet at least. Those guys must of been well connected, Syndicate enforcers perhaps? Or more likely thugs for a less then legit merchant of acquired goods, who happened to pay off all the right people....Hells take me.Â
--A few hours prior--
You know that feelin' in your gut that you get when you look at something that pisses you off more then anything else possibly could? Yeah, that one. The one I'm feeling right now while staring down some shit hole ally. Lookn' at two, scratch that, three men cornering some common wench, taunting and laughing....and strangely enough asking questions. Well guess all gutter slime are stupid, but what the hell were they asking about. Not like I could hear from here, few steps in won't hurt nothin.
"Jus' move an we can be done with all this. No sense hurtin' yer pretty little head over it eh?"
Hell of a pickup line if I ever heard one. Lets see, the big one speaking is Roegadyn, the others Hyur. Need to take note just in case, but really....that Roegadyn is BIG. About halfway down the ally, only a few steps off from these guys, and still none have noticed me. Good, once my curiosity is satiated I'll be on my way, no sense getting mixed up anything that does not concern myself.
"Just tell us were dem' brats are!". The sound of skin on skin contact derived from force along with a quick shriek from pain echoed in the quiet ally. No, no, an I was just getting ready to leave, back turned and everything...stupid Hyur. A glance back confirmed that it was in fact one of the Hyur thugs. Well shit, even that would not of made me turn back normally. But I heard brats mentioned, twelve's be damned.
"Hey pals, if your lookin to get yer kicks....Ugh!.". Son of a bitch, why am I always interrupted when I come up with a decent line, and why does that Roegadyn hit so damn hard!Â
Finding yourself on yer back looking up at three pissed off individuals who apparently dislike being interrupted is not somewhere you'd like to find yourself. Kinda like commin to yer senses when your streaking through the Burning Wall being chased by a horde of MirrorKnights. In any rate, I was at a disadvantage, a big one. An not like I could apologize, seein' as my jaw was impacted by something twice its size. Nothin but grunts and groans from me, which apparently means 'please kick my ass' in thugese.
Which to say, is precisely what they started doin. Now normally I woulda put these fella's down in a heartbeat. You know, if I hadn't been jabberwoked in the jaw by surprise and wasn't presently being kicked and stomped on repeatedly. There's three of them after all, and I need something to even the odds, anything to even the odds. Or maybe that lass could of helped, or yelled, or something other then high tail it the second these brutes turned around.
Well, these roarin imbeciles obviously didn't know who they be dealin with. Idra fucking Prescott, I got lady luck smilin' down on me when it comes to fighting. I've never lost, never....though to be fair, it was never in their favor either. Just. Like. Now.
The hand flappin about doing an impression of a fish on dry land, found something. A hammer...oh thank you dimwitted craftsmen. An in a moment, said hammer found its way to the Roegadyn's own jaw, buyin me enough time to come to my feet an meet these fellas standing. This respite is all I needed, Hells hath no fury like an Idra stomped like a rat. My hand grips the hammer's handle tightly, I can feel it, the blood pumping through my veins, hear it in my ears. I love this feeling, someones going to be hurt, someone might die. I love this feeling, the monolog goes through my mind as I charge, eyes wide and a psychotic smile upon my lips, and bring the hammer down....I hate this feeling.
--A few moments later--
Breathe Idra, BREATHE! Now on my arse, leaning back trying to reacquaint my lungs with breathable air, I can finally try to figure out what the hell happened. Wasn't spose to be no fight, just a quick peek and be gone. That was all, and nope, had to show em who's boss. A quick look at the three told me I should leave, like now. One Hyur as close to the wall as a man could possibly get, slumped over between his own two legs, arm twisted in a direction no mans arm should be facing. The other Hyur was by the other wall, lyin in his own piss and blood. An the Roegadyn, laying in front of me wide eyed, blood pooling in their corners, mouth gaped open as if to say something. His chest was not moving, nothing was moving. He got the worst of it. Shit, time to move, but not before I relieve these fine gentlemen of their gil, mans gotta eat you know.
No time to be wasting, gotta get going....what was that sound? My eyes dart around looking for its source, and found it. A child, a Miqo'te boy, just standing there, staring at me. Kid was no older then ten, had to be, dressed in what I can only assume to be a....sack. He was scared, that much was certain, but those eyes of his....just like mine. Sayin 'I'll do ya worse if ya try anything'. Yeah I got ya kid, what you trying to protect?
Ask and it shall be answered. A second kid, also Miqo'te, peeked from behind the boy, eyes larger and of a fairer shade. A little girl, maybe five - six if shes lucky, holdin tight to the boy's clothes and to a rugged cactar doll. Really, cactar? Come on kid. But this explains the boys expression, and it take no scholar to figure out what these three broken lugs wanted, the lady must of just been tryin to do what I tried to do for her.
"Whats yer name kid?" I spat out as I came to my feet. Yeah, real subtle Idra, scare the kid shitless with your angry look and sharp tone, that will win ya points. No answer, just more staring. Kids' obviously lived on the street for some time, abandoned or orphaned or worse. Taking a step back to brush myself off I felt something light bounce of my leg. Turning to see, I instinctively took a couple steps back as I saw what it was. Two more kids, all the same....a damn litter of them! Couldn't help but laugh at my internal joke, kids didn't seem to understand nor care why I was laughing, hell with em.Â
An the hell with me, stupid handing your blood earned gil to the lot of them. Should of at least kept me coin purse. At least they will have food for awhile and some decent clothes, twelve willing, an take my advice on finding their way to that pastor guy up near Drybone. Well time to leave this place and head back home to the Shroud--Son of a bitch! Was the last thought to cross my mind as a good ol' axe handle met my temple.
--One hour later--
Being in a cell no bigger then a wagon chest does nothing for the aches and pains of being used as a training dummy. Inconsiderate pricks. Awaiting ones fate, specially if its being decided by crooked soldiers, is among the least of my favorite things to be doing right this moment list. Right there with wiping my ass with a Microchu. At least it was quiet, nothing to set my head a dancing again.
Nope, spoke to soon. A guard walks through the door, a different guy. Maybe a new approach to try get whatever it is they wanted from me, hells if I remember. In but a few strides he was at my cell, an I waited for the incoming fist, it was going to happen an I closed my eyes in preparation. Click. Click? That is not the sound of a fist if I recall. Opening my eyes to see the cell door open and the man standing there just grinning was a little awkward. I could probably take him I bet, but lets just see where this goes.
"Today is your lucky day, swine." He said as he played one handed catch with a coin purse. Swine my foot up yer arse prick, an wait....thats MY coin purse! "Apparently it was someone completely different who attacked those men. I had to inform my fellows of that and give them the new description of the real culprit. What luck for you eh?" He concluded with a smile, "Spose to give this to you, and tell ya they are going where ya said. Now have a nice day, sir.". Guy better hope I don't see him when next I come through, swear I'll introduce him to me heel.
Outside at last, fresh air, people congregating and me standing here covering in blood, sweat, and what I hope is dirt. The contents of the small pouch made me smile, no helpin it. How did the guy get my coin pouch, why was I set free. The brats did it as a thank you I guess, least that's what this little cactar doll tells me.
Tying the doll to my belt, I set off in search of someone stupid enough to give me a ride.
--One hour later--
And find one I did, some Roegadyn merchant and a few of his workers heading out to Gridania for some trading expo. Good fer them. Casual conversations went about in the cart, talks of wine, woman and adventure. I stayed to myself mostly, answering only when they pestered me enough. Then we got on this subject that piqued my interest.
The merchants brother was beaten stupid earlier, but instead of staying to see to him, he decided to continue on as he planned. Said his brother would of wanted it that way. I asked him about his injuries, apparently inflicted with a blunt object, metal blunt object.Â
There it was again, the blood pumping, the haze over my vision, the sensation of what would soon come and what I would do. I hate this feeling. "I actually know something about that." My words caught their attention, an that brought on the psychotic smile and deranged eyes. Right then they knew what I was talking about. My hand reached down and grabbed the handle of something. Sparing a glance to see my new friend, a saw....well its no hammer, but it will do. Will have to take a long bath when I get back to Gridania, that is for sure.
I lunge, chaos and blood follow....I love this feeling.
--End of part one--