Post by EriChar on Aug 23, 2016 13:09:05 GMT -5
“What?” Blinking in surprise at the news that bobby had brought to her, all of a sudden the party atmosphere that Jessica Delahaye had been enjoying sank like a balloon filled with lead. Saying nothing for a moment as she tried to digest the details, with a grimace born more of displeasure than discomfort the dark dish pushed her hair back and scratched her head.
“How did he get out…?” A million questions popping into the mind of the magenta miss all at once, the biggest one all had to do with the manner of the man’s escape. Assured that the crime boss had been well bound and guarded, Escobar di Selva had been something that this gladiatorial girl had forgotten about in her fun, but while he remained on the loose that would definitely be different. The man who had brought that brutish behemoth to this island and almost wrecked it, who knew what else that slippery slime ball had up his sleeve? For one, this feisty fox was not keen on discovering an answer to such a question.
“We don’t know, just found the room he was in busted open and the ropes on the floor…” The ignorance of her companion notwithstanding, there was definitely something fishy with this whole situation. How could a man who Jessica had managed to beat up while half dead have busted free of their makeshift cell? Something told the former soldier he had help, and yet her heart did not want to speculate as to who in her adopted homeland might have done so. Regardless such suspicions weren’t helping the matter at the moment, and they had better things to be doing.
“It’s a shame it takes the Marines a few days to get here from Arabara… Woulda been better putting him behind a proper set of bars!” The townsfolk having radioed the nearest Marine base for support in the wake of the incident, the panicked pugilist could understand the woes of her weighty friend. The fact that this island was lacking its own detachment of soldiers no doubt what made it so very appealing to criminals, though the lack of authority in the land had been something that had drawn Miss Delahaye to this detached paradise, it now seemed rather painfully obvious that even a little hand of the law was better than none! Really, as uncomfortable as it was to admit, one vigilante vixen was not enough of a force to keep all acts of crime at bay. This was particularly so when the mentioned militant minx was currently nursing no small share of hurt. As usual, the Marine force had let the people down. No wonder it seemed so appealing to take matters of law into one’s own hands.
“O-Oh, uh… Yeah I’ll come with! Ya better not think these kinda bumps will slow a girl like me down!” Caught a little off guard as the amazon asked about accompanying her on a search, while the warrior was wounded she still placed herself as a much better ‘hunting dog’ than anything else the town had to offer. More than that, Jessica wanted to make sure that the malevolent mob boss was brought to justice.
“Show me just how good a tracker a Kuja can be, Fiona!” Skipping off after the green haired girl as evening began to claim what remained of the days light, it was because of the hour that our dark dame knew that the time they had to track down their target was growing shorter by the second. A chase through a jungle never the easiest way to spend any time of day, it was likely to be a futile endeavour in the dark! Light so very useful when trying to spot things, there was the additional danger of what might be unleashed upon them in the night, as all sorts of hungry beasts seemed to find the depths of darkness so useful for a hunt. If they were lucky, they might have enough time to catch up with the crook before the light ran out, and if Escobar was equally lucky that might happen before he wound up on the dinner table of a hungry panther.
Should I have sent Gilbert a call? Quiet as she followed the path that Miss Clementine created through the overgrowth, while the womanly warrior had joined the hunt to be something of a help, as she dashed the dishy dame seemed to have little impact on proceedings. Maybe most assuming that the injuries that the girl had suffered might have slowed her down, through some strange mix of analgesia and adrenaline, the girl barely seemed to even notice the weakness of her body. Instead somewhat internalized by some insipid sense of impropriety, Miss Delahaye found herself wondering if there might have been more she could have done to prevent what had happened?
He’d definitely have hurtled over here to help, I bet… Remembering the almost overwhelming sense of responsibility that her brother had always seemed to possess, and that inescapable sense of capability, for what was not the first time this day a sister felt somewhat overshadowed by her sibling. Mind always seeming to flash to her twin whenever the temptress found herself out of her depth, perhaps despite the bold confidence with which she liked to carry herself, some part of this pained protagonist had a feeling of inferiority? There really was no way that she could have stopped someone escaping when she was in a completely different place, and no way that Jessica could have watched over Escobar while she had been holed up with hurt. So one wonders what she could have done. Yet whatever reasoning one could have offered, would it really have made Miss Delahaye feel any better? Probably not…
“How did he get out…?” A million questions popping into the mind of the magenta miss all at once, the biggest one all had to do with the manner of the man’s escape. Assured that the crime boss had been well bound and guarded, Escobar di Selva had been something that this gladiatorial girl had forgotten about in her fun, but while he remained on the loose that would definitely be different. The man who had brought that brutish behemoth to this island and almost wrecked it, who knew what else that slippery slime ball had up his sleeve? For one, this feisty fox was not keen on discovering an answer to such a question.
“We don’t know, just found the room he was in busted open and the ropes on the floor…” The ignorance of her companion notwithstanding, there was definitely something fishy with this whole situation. How could a man who Jessica had managed to beat up while half dead have busted free of their makeshift cell? Something told the former soldier he had help, and yet her heart did not want to speculate as to who in her adopted homeland might have done so. Regardless such suspicions weren’t helping the matter at the moment, and they had better things to be doing.
“It’s a shame it takes the Marines a few days to get here from Arabara… Woulda been better putting him behind a proper set of bars!” The townsfolk having radioed the nearest Marine base for support in the wake of the incident, the panicked pugilist could understand the woes of her weighty friend. The fact that this island was lacking its own detachment of soldiers no doubt what made it so very appealing to criminals, though the lack of authority in the land had been something that had drawn Miss Delahaye to this detached paradise, it now seemed rather painfully obvious that even a little hand of the law was better than none! Really, as uncomfortable as it was to admit, one vigilante vixen was not enough of a force to keep all acts of crime at bay. This was particularly so when the mentioned militant minx was currently nursing no small share of hurt. As usual, the Marine force had let the people down. No wonder it seemed so appealing to take matters of law into one’s own hands.
“O-Oh, uh… Yeah I’ll come with! Ya better not think these kinda bumps will slow a girl like me down!” Caught a little off guard as the amazon asked about accompanying her on a search, while the warrior was wounded she still placed herself as a much better ‘hunting dog’ than anything else the town had to offer. More than that, Jessica wanted to make sure that the malevolent mob boss was brought to justice.
“Show me just how good a tracker a Kuja can be, Fiona!” Skipping off after the green haired girl as evening began to claim what remained of the days light, it was because of the hour that our dark dame knew that the time they had to track down their target was growing shorter by the second. A chase through a jungle never the easiest way to spend any time of day, it was likely to be a futile endeavour in the dark! Light so very useful when trying to spot things, there was the additional danger of what might be unleashed upon them in the night, as all sorts of hungry beasts seemed to find the depths of darkness so useful for a hunt. If they were lucky, they might have enough time to catch up with the crook before the light ran out, and if Escobar was equally lucky that might happen before he wound up on the dinner table of a hungry panther.
Should I have sent Gilbert a call? Quiet as she followed the path that Miss Clementine created through the overgrowth, while the womanly warrior had joined the hunt to be something of a help, as she dashed the dishy dame seemed to have little impact on proceedings. Maybe most assuming that the injuries that the girl had suffered might have slowed her down, through some strange mix of analgesia and adrenaline, the girl barely seemed to even notice the weakness of her body. Instead somewhat internalized by some insipid sense of impropriety, Miss Delahaye found herself wondering if there might have been more she could have done to prevent what had happened?
He’d definitely have hurtled over here to help, I bet… Remembering the almost overwhelming sense of responsibility that her brother had always seemed to possess, and that inescapable sense of capability, for what was not the first time this day a sister felt somewhat overshadowed by her sibling. Mind always seeming to flash to her twin whenever the temptress found herself out of her depth, perhaps despite the bold confidence with which she liked to carry herself, some part of this pained protagonist had a feeling of inferiority? There really was no way that she could have stopped someone escaping when she was in a completely different place, and no way that Jessica could have watched over Escobar while she had been holed up with hurt. So one wonders what she could have done. Yet whatever reasoning one could have offered, would it really have made Miss Delahaye feel any better? Probably not…
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