Post by Vio on Mar 14, 2017 14:18:38 GMT -5
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“Sorry, ma’am, but I’m afraid I can’t let you leave without an escort,” a Seaman said. Somewhere in his late twenties, he must have had a good few years of service under his belt – a veteran with the rank of First Class, ruggedly handsome and with short brown hair cut neatly and tight to his skull. He had a strong gaze emanating from deep green eyes, but his stare faltered. Thin eyes of orange-red hue pierced deep, as if digging into the darkest recesses of his mind and threatening to burst out from the other side of his head.“…”“It’s too dangerous, and–”“I don’t care.”
“Wh– What…? Ma’am, these are the rules. Civilians under our protection are not allowed to leave the premises without an escort, so I can’t allow you to step any further until an accompaniment has been arranged,” the Marine explained, struggling to look the woman in the eye as he spoke. That gaze of hers was unnerving to an extreme he had not known in all his years of service, but what made it most peculiar was the heavy contrast those eyes possessed to the body that wielded them. Of moderate stature, middle age and slightly ashen of hair, the citizen that these forces had been charged to protect was nothing out of the ordinary.
“Is there a problem here–soyo?” whispered the wind.“N– No, sir!” saluted the Seaman:
“I was merely trying to protect Miss Ro–”
“That will not be necessary–soyo,” the breezy voice replied, “as I’ll take the duty as needed–soyo. Now, please return to your duties and I will take it from here, Seaman–soyo.”“Very well, Sir…”
Vivid eyes – of crackling fire and of frosty wind – watched as the military man gave a salute and turned to leave for other duties. After a few yards, he checked back, only to find those same drilling ovals still picking at his psyche. He shuddered, snapped his head away, and quickened his pace somewhat. The woman scratched lightly at her shoulder, running fingertips over the loose and silky cotton gown she donned. Beneath it, a coarse sponginess teased her touch. After a moment, she turned and spoke.
“You certainly have a habit of showing up at opportune moments, Libeccio,” she said sharply.“My apologies–soyo,” the windswept warrior whistled:
“But, he was right to stop you from leaving–soyo…”“She’ll be here soon.”
“And you are sure of this, are you–soyo?” Libeccio asked, his plume of light blond hair bristling in the cool Eldoranian winds. As always, he seemed utterly calm and collected in his mannerisms. And yet, just like the Seaman, even he with his piercing blue eyes refused to meet his company eye to eye. Instead he stood loosely, leaning against a stalk of leafy bamboo as thick as a palm tree’s trunk, eyes partially closed and head angled down.
“If what you told me is to be believed, then yes, she should be here in a few days at most,” the woman answered, holding a piece of paper upon her open palm. A shred of card no bigger than coin seemed to tremble faintly, easing itself across the linen bindings that wrapped the damsel’s hands, almost as if it were trying to fly away to some distant locale. The edges were in a state, browned and curled and uneven, as if this was the rescued remnant of burning parchment. She did not understand it herself, nor had her associate been able to explain why – just a few days ago – the paper had ignited and yet extinguished itself of its own accord. Scrunching the fragment between her fingers, she spoke again: “I want to go and see her for myself.”“Hmm…!?” Libeccio seemed to lose his composure for a moment:
“Are… Are you absolutely sure you want to do this, Miss Rosa–soyo…?”
“Yes, I am,” Clementine responded with a glare. “I want to see what my former daughter’s become after all this time…”-~-
“Urgh… I feel sick,” Scarlette Grimm-Rosa murmured feebly as she disembarked from the now moored Phlegyas. Despite tranquil, soothing winds of cool in the pleasant tropical heat, she looked far from the part of someone here to enjoy a nice climate and foreign scenery. Wrapped quite substantially in a mixture of linen bandages and plaster casts, very little of the lethargic lady’s skin was free to feel the sunshine upon it. Banded stockings had been replaced with tight gauze wrappings, while her porcelain face was framed by similar strips of linen that covered various cuts and grazes.
Her entire right arm was encased in protective wrappings, a set of wooden splints supported by a cotton sling to cradle a limb that had gone through far more than anyone should have allowed. Her left leg was in a similar condition, held stiff and forcing her to walk upon a reinforced crutch. A simple walking stick would not have sufficed, given that three of her fair fingers were bound together, leaving just her pinky and thumb to grip properly with. At least her dress had somehow survived, albeit it was in poor condition, stitched and repaired to the best of Rebecca’s ability for reasons that the dark-haired demoiselle was not quite sure of.
“I can barely walk on this without swaying…,” Scarlette uttered to her companions; “Are you sure that Fishman doctor knew what he was doing…?”{OOC}
Starring…
Scarlette Grimm-Rosa (960018)
Pluto (550055)
Rebecca (33ffff)
Clementine Rosa (c56c00)
Libeccio (87ceeb)
Seaman (eeeeee)
[/ul][/spoiler][/font][/sup][/blockquote][/div][/div][/div]Pluto (550055)
Rebecca (33ffff)
Clementine Rosa (c56c00)
Libeccio (87ceeb)
Seaman (eeeeee)