((This post is a collection of edits, new writing, and logs from our rp last night. As such, it might be a little jumpy due to the nature of how it was constructed, but I felt was important enough to said plot resolution to put it here. You have been warned. Please note, Osric, Kahn'a and Kanaria all all respective property of their creators.))
Rynsur rose from the grassy spot he had been lying in, his chainmail clinking together softy as he clutched his gunblade in his hands, the weapon was long and sinister looked, like a spear. Rynsur had grown tired of waiting and Adin had just given him his order to kill. So he was going to do so quickly.Â
The miqo’te strode down the hill and up to the door of “The Steel Fleet.â€Â Runsur didn’t even bother to listen before he kicked the door open with his booted heel. He door flew inward and slammed. Rynsur stormed in quickly as the door recoiled on its hinges and shut again. Rynsur spied his targets and gave his weapon a spin as he brought the butt of the weapon into the cradle of his shoulder and aimed it straight a Kahn’a’s toros. Rynsur pulled the trigger and the firearm discharged with a thunderous roar inside the small building.
Kanaria Galanodel turned her eyes quickly to the door and stumbled backwards seeing Rynsur entering with a weapon pointed their way. She glared at Rynsur with her lavender eyes as she reached her hand into her robes, drawing out a book and flipping it open.
Kahn'a Od'hilkas barely had the time to 'unfold' his bow asa thundering sound cracked the air. Kahn'a grunted loudly as he took a shot in his side, though it was not a serious wound. Pushed backwards by the force and surprise, he stumbled only to lose balance and fall on his behind. He felt great danger the instant his back connected with the floor. Kahn'a Od'hilkas hurled his body to the side,electrified by the adrenaline. Trying to take cover behind a table, he grabbed a bottle laying there, and threw it with all his force at the assassin as he brought fingers to his ear, furiously rubbing it to connect the pearl.
"O-Osric! You listen to this, RIGHT NOW! If you're anywhere near, bring yourself to the Grey Fleet, AT ONCE!"
Rynsur did not let the smoke from his rifle finish wafting from the barrel before he was charging forward.Â
He neared Kanaria, and swung, the blade of his weapon slicing through the air towards her middle. However, the bottle thrown by Kahn’a slammed into his arm and Rynsur’s attack went wide, though it caused to Kanaria to fall backwards onto the floor. The book fell from her trembling fingers and she left it where it had fallen as she twisted and started to crawl her way
Rynsur watched the woman crawl and crowed triumphantly as hehefted his rifle and aimed it down at the crawling woman. "You two, you two are absolutelypathetic! How you managed to stop Askierand fool Lord Adin is beyond me. Justdie." Rynsur drew back the hammerof the gunblade, the six cylinder chamber turning to the second round.  The miqo'te pulled the trigger just as Osric Melkireburst through the doorway, left hand drawn back, then thrown forward in a hook at Rynsur's face as Osric's left side connects with the rifle, momentum carrying him forward, right hand grabbing the barrel and raising it up high.
"Ah fuck me!"
Rynsur cursed as Osric's blow connected with Rynsur's face, but themiqo'te didn’t release his grip on the rifle as the barrel swung upwards and discharged. The recoil from the riflecaused Rynsur to fall backwards. In a swift motion, Rynsur rolled Osric over on top of him and successfully kicked the hyur up into the air and away just Kanaria’s hand grasped a stool and hurled it through the air, accidentally hitting Osric with the improvised projectile. Osrc’s crumpled in a heap against the wall.
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 Meanwhile, Kahn'a lept forward, grabbed hold of his bow, drew back the stringwith all the frustration and  anger hehad accumulated over the past weeks and let the arrow fly at Rynsur’s neck.
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Rynsur jerked and went rigid. The miqo'te male looked down the arrow protruding from his throat.  Rynsur opened and closed his mouth slowly and stared at Kahn'a in dumbfounded horror as he realized what had just happened.Â
They've killed me.' Rynsur thought in dispair. 'This collection of idiot misfits, killed me'
Rynsur dropped his rifle and continued to stare at Kahn'a fora moment until Kanaria picked up her book from the floor and hurled a spell his way. The blast sent Rynsur flying onto the ground, his eyes wide in disbelief as he looked at the wooden floor, waiting to die as blood rushed down his throat.
"Gods I'm sorry!" Kanaria apologize to Osric as the Hyur man groaned.  “You deserve a good beating but I didn’t mean for right now!â€
Rynsur shuddered, trying to pick himself up. Kanria turned her eyes to the assassin and shouted:
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" Restrain him! There's information to be had!"
Osric pushed himself shakily off the wall and half-crawled,half-scooted to Rynur’s side, turning the assassin over on his back carefully.
"It's in his gods-damned -neck-!"Osric exclaimed,looking down at the wicked barb that went through both sides of the throat
Rynsur felt the hands on him. He thought for a moment they were going to makeit quick.
Kahn'a Od'hilkas dropped his bow and he stepped over to grab hold of Rynsur. He cast a look at the assassin’s neck. "He's not going to die, damnit!" he confirms. "But you've got to get it out!"
"I need a knife!" Osric ordered urgently as Rynsur twitched.
Kanaria Galanodel fell to her knees beside Rynsur andplanted a hand to steady herself on his chest, the other on his forehead.
"Kahn'a did you use the same type of arrow you used the last time?" Kanaria asked as she pulled the cowled cloak from her from and tossed it away so she could see better. Black hair sprayed over her shoulders and down her back as her lavender eyes looked up to Osric. "Don't you have enough knives your possession?!"
"Spent them on all on Jin’li, damn it!" Osric growled angrily.
Rynsur thought slowly as he felt blood running down his throat. He was a soldier. Had been once. Had even taken orders from Askier. He didn't want to die, what soldier did, butif he was to die, he wanted it to be quick.
These three assholes seemed intent on dragging it out.
Kahn'a Od'hilkas quickly nodded to Kanaria, ignoring Osri’csoutburst. "Yes, look!" he said, pointing at the tip of the arrow. “Just, cut it with something and pull it away, he won't bleed out, the big vein hasn't been touched, look!" he insists, motioning angrily.
".....Don't yell at me!" Kanaria ordered as she glared at Osric and Kahn’a before she pulled her knife from her boot while the other hand took hold of the arrow. "Hold him." The female hyur pushed Rynsur’s head awayfrom her and cut off the arrow at the tip and pulls the shaft out from his neck by the feathers.
Rynsur arched his back as the arrow jerked around in his flesh while Osric Melkire gritted his teeth, holding the assassin's head still. Blood splattered from Rynsur’s lips as he gasped weakly:
"Stop torturing me already."
"Your friend Jin'li had his fair share; why not you?"Osric grinned savagely just before Kahna shouted at Rynsur:
"Shut THE HELL UP!"  Kahn’a then rose to his feet, slamming Rynsur against the floor, pressing his boot on Rynsur, who began to scream in agony.
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"OD'HILKAS,the wound, man!" Osric yelled.
"Bastard can bleed out where he lies,†Kahn'a Od'hilkas growled loudly.  “Or I'll kill him myself. You best make him disappear once you're done with him."
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With a grunt, Kah'na stepped back, drawing his eyes awayfrom the scene to take a breather.
 Kanaria Galanodelglared at the both Kahn’a and Osric.
"Quiet!" Kanaria order as she picked her book backup and lifted her left hand shakily over Rynsur’s throat. Green waves of energy soon bled from her hand into the wound starting to heal it.
Rynsur felt the flesh and muscle in his neck start to knit and he shuddered. He had been healed by magic before and he had never enjoyed the experience. They were going to get information out of him, Rynsur realized.
Osric Melkire slid under the Rynsur, wrapping his arms around Rynsur’s as Osric’s legs did the same, effectively pinning Rynsur to the floor as his neck finished healing.
"Private, you're up." Osric said to Kahn’a “Can'tdo this myself."
Kahn'a Od'hilkas growled viciously. He spat to the side, awave of hatred washing over him.
"FINE!"
"New to the torture thing?" Rynsur scoffed as he looked up at Kahn’a.
Osric Melkire whispered into Rynsur's ear... "RedWings."
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"And that's supposed to scare me?" Rynsur snarledback.
"It should.â€Â Osricsaid ominously.
Outside of “The Steel Fleet†the night wind was rising,tussling the reeds. A cricket was chirping loudly as the badly beaten door to the tavern swung open and Osric and Kanaria left. The cricket continued to chirp fora long time. It could hear voices bu tdid not understand any words coming from the two miqo’te inside. After a while, the conversation stopped and there was silence. Even the cricket stopped as it felt the need to suddenly do so.
A few moment slater, Kahn’a emerged from the building, and the cricket saw blood covering Kahn’a’s hands but did not understand the meaning behind it. Once Kahn’a was gone, the cricket resumed its chirping as Rynsur’s soul moved to the next life.
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Adin wasn’t surprised
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He had been trying to contact Rynsur for nearly two hours and had received no reply. Adin looked at the dead body of Rynsur and felt a pang of regret. The sergeant had served with Adin for nearly ten years. He had met Rynsur even before he had metAskier or Jin’li. And now Rynsur was dead. Rynsur was a useful pawn. Things would be hard without him.Â
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Adin resumed his walk, the chocobo following behind him carrying the unconscious form of Jin’li. The distant lights of Limsa loomed ahead and, somewhere in there, was an airship that would take Adin to Ul’dah, and the next part of his plan.
Rynsur rose from the grassy spot he had been lying in, his chainmail clinking together softy as he clutched his gunblade in his hands, the weapon was long and sinister looked, like a spear. Rynsur had grown tired of waiting and Adin had just given him his order to kill. So he was going to do so quickly.Â
The miqo’te strode down the hill and up to the door of “The Steel Fleet.â€Â Runsur didn’t even bother to listen before he kicked the door open with his booted heel. He door flew inward and slammed. Rynsur stormed in quickly as the door recoiled on its hinges and shut again. Rynsur spied his targets and gave his weapon a spin as he brought the butt of the weapon into the cradle of his shoulder and aimed it straight a Kahn’a’s toros. Rynsur pulled the trigger and the firearm discharged with a thunderous roar inside the small building.
Kanaria Galanodel turned her eyes quickly to the door and stumbled backwards seeing Rynsur entering with a weapon pointed their way. She glared at Rynsur with her lavender eyes as she reached her hand into her robes, drawing out a book and flipping it open.
Kahn'a Od'hilkas barely had the time to 'unfold' his bow asa thundering sound cracked the air. Kahn'a grunted loudly as he took a shot in his side, though it was not a serious wound. Pushed backwards by the force and surprise, he stumbled only to lose balance and fall on his behind. He felt great danger the instant his back connected with the floor. Kahn'a Od'hilkas hurled his body to the side,electrified by the adrenaline. Trying to take cover behind a table, he grabbed a bottle laying there, and threw it with all his force at the assassin as he brought fingers to his ear, furiously rubbing it to connect the pearl.
"O-Osric! You listen to this, RIGHT NOW! If you're anywhere near, bring yourself to the Grey Fleet, AT ONCE!"
Rynsur did not let the smoke from his rifle finish wafting from the barrel before he was charging forward.Â
He neared Kanaria, and swung, the blade of his weapon slicing through the air towards her middle. However, the bottle thrown by Kahn’a slammed into his arm and Rynsur’s attack went wide, though it caused to Kanaria to fall backwards onto the floor. The book fell from her trembling fingers and she left it where it had fallen as she twisted and started to crawl her way
Rynsur watched the woman crawl and crowed triumphantly as hehefted his rifle and aimed it down at the crawling woman. "You two, you two are absolutelypathetic! How you managed to stop Askierand fool Lord Adin is beyond me. Justdie." Rynsur drew back the hammerof the gunblade, the six cylinder chamber turning to the second round.  The miqo'te pulled the trigger just as Osric Melkireburst through the doorway, left hand drawn back, then thrown forward in a hook at Rynsur's face as Osric's left side connects with the rifle, momentum carrying him forward, right hand grabbing the barrel and raising it up high.
"Ah fuck me!"
Rynsur cursed as Osric's blow connected with Rynsur's face, but themiqo'te didn’t release his grip on the rifle as the barrel swung upwards and discharged. The recoil from the riflecaused Rynsur to fall backwards. In a swift motion, Rynsur rolled Osric over on top of him and successfully kicked the hyur up into the air and away just Kanaria’s hand grasped a stool and hurled it through the air, accidentally hitting Osric with the improvised projectile. Osrc’s crumpled in a heap against the wall.
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 Meanwhile, Kahn'a lept forward, grabbed hold of his bow, drew back the stringwith all the frustration and  anger hehad accumulated over the past weeks and let the arrow fly at Rynsur’s neck.
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Rynsur jerked and went rigid. The miqo'te male looked down the arrow protruding from his throat.  Rynsur opened and closed his mouth slowly and stared at Kahn'a in dumbfounded horror as he realized what had just happened.Â
They've killed me.' Rynsur thought in dispair. 'This collection of idiot misfits, killed me'
Rynsur dropped his rifle and continued to stare at Kahn'a fora moment until Kanaria picked up her book from the floor and hurled a spell his way. The blast sent Rynsur flying onto the ground, his eyes wide in disbelief as he looked at the wooden floor, waiting to die as blood rushed down his throat.
"Gods I'm sorry!" Kanaria apologize to Osric as the Hyur man groaned.  “You deserve a good beating but I didn’t mean for right now!â€
Rynsur shuddered, trying to pick himself up. Kanria turned her eyes to the assassin and shouted:
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" Restrain him! There's information to be had!"
Osric pushed himself shakily off the wall and half-crawled,half-scooted to Rynur’s side, turning the assassin over on his back carefully.
"It's in his gods-damned -neck-!"Osric exclaimed,looking down at the wicked barb that went through both sides of the throat
Rynsur felt the hands on him. He thought for a moment they were going to makeit quick.
Kahn'a Od'hilkas dropped his bow and he stepped over to grab hold of Rynsur. He cast a look at the assassin’s neck. "He's not going to die, damnit!" he confirms. "But you've got to get it out!"
"I need a knife!" Osric ordered urgently as Rynsur twitched.
Kanaria Galanodel fell to her knees beside Rynsur andplanted a hand to steady herself on his chest, the other on his forehead.
"Kahn'a did you use the same type of arrow you used the last time?" Kanaria asked as she pulled the cowled cloak from her from and tossed it away so she could see better. Black hair sprayed over her shoulders and down her back as her lavender eyes looked up to Osric. "Don't you have enough knives your possession?!"
"Spent them on all on Jin’li, damn it!" Osric growled angrily.
Rynsur thought slowly as he felt blood running down his throat. He was a soldier. Had been once. Had even taken orders from Askier. He didn't want to die, what soldier did, butif he was to die, he wanted it to be quick.
These three assholes seemed intent on dragging it out.
Kahn'a Od'hilkas quickly nodded to Kanaria, ignoring Osri’csoutburst. "Yes, look!" he said, pointing at the tip of the arrow. “Just, cut it with something and pull it away, he won't bleed out, the big vein hasn't been touched, look!" he insists, motioning angrily.
".....Don't yell at me!" Kanaria ordered as she glared at Osric and Kahn’a before she pulled her knife from her boot while the other hand took hold of the arrow. "Hold him." The female hyur pushed Rynsur’s head awayfrom her and cut off the arrow at the tip and pulls the shaft out from his neck by the feathers.
Rynsur arched his back as the arrow jerked around in his flesh while Osric Melkire gritted his teeth, holding the assassin's head still. Blood splattered from Rynsur’s lips as he gasped weakly:
"Stop torturing me already."
"Your friend Jin'li had his fair share; why not you?"Osric grinned savagely just before Kahna shouted at Rynsur:
"Shut THE HELL UP!"  Kahn’a then rose to his feet, slamming Rynsur against the floor, pressing his boot on Rynsur, who began to scream in agony.
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"OD'HILKAS,the wound, man!" Osric yelled.
"Bastard can bleed out where he lies,†Kahn'a Od'hilkas growled loudly.  “Or I'll kill him myself. You best make him disappear once you're done with him."
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With a grunt, Kah'na stepped back, drawing his eyes awayfrom the scene to take a breather.
 Kanaria Galanodelglared at the both Kahn’a and Osric.
"Quiet!" Kanaria order as she picked her book backup and lifted her left hand shakily over Rynsur’s throat. Green waves of energy soon bled from her hand into the wound starting to heal it.
Rynsur felt the flesh and muscle in his neck start to knit and he shuddered. He had been healed by magic before and he had never enjoyed the experience. They were going to get information out of him, Rynsur realized.
Osric Melkire slid under the Rynsur, wrapping his arms around Rynsur’s as Osric’s legs did the same, effectively pinning Rynsur to the floor as his neck finished healing.
"Private, you're up." Osric said to Kahn’a “Can'tdo this myself."
Kahn'a Od'hilkas growled viciously. He spat to the side, awave of hatred washing over him.
"FINE!"
"New to the torture thing?" Rynsur scoffed as he looked up at Kahn’a.
Osric Melkire whispered into Rynsur's ear... "RedWings."
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"And that's supposed to scare me?" Rynsur snarledback.
"It should.â€Â Osricsaid ominously.
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 Outside of “The Steel Fleet†the night wind was rising,tussling the reeds. A cricket was chirping loudly as the badly beaten door to the tavern swung open and Osric and Kanaria left. The cricket continued to chirp fora long time. It could hear voices bu tdid not understand any words coming from the two miqo’te inside. After a while, the conversation stopped and there was silence. Even the cricket stopped as it felt the need to suddenly do so.
A few moment slater, Kahn’a emerged from the building, and the cricket saw blood covering Kahn’a’s hands but did not understand the meaning behind it. Once Kahn’a was gone, the cricket resumed its chirping as Rynsur’s soul moved to the next life.
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Several hours later, a hyur male, leading a chocobo, slowly walked his way up the road alongside “The Steel Fleet.â€Â Across the back of the chocobo was draped a white haired miqo’te, whose thin frame and pale flesh were covered in blood. The man paused as he heard a cricket chirping and turned to look as a gust of wind blew opened the door to “The Steel Fleet†and Adin had a clear line of sight to Rynsur’s corpse lying prone, an arrow protruding from his chest.Â
Adin wasn’t surprised
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He had been trying to contact Rynsur for nearly two hours and had received no reply. Adin looked at the dead body of Rynsur and felt a pang of regret. The sergeant had served with Adin for nearly ten years. He had met Rynsur even before he had metAskier or Jin’li. And now Rynsur was dead. Rynsur was a useful pawn. Things would be hard without him.Â
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Adin resumed his walk, the chocobo following behind him carrying the unconscious form of Jin’li. The distant lights of Limsa loomed ahead and, somewhere in there, was an airship that would take Adin to Ul’dah, and the next part of his plan.
