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[lyinglyth]

hey

I’m just kind of scrounging through some old blogs of mine because I feel nostalgic and someone also reminded me how cringy i kinda was as a kid, trying to act all grown up and shit. Yeah, I don’t know if anyone could tell, they probably could, but I was only like, 14? 13? Something around then when I was using this blog and interacting with people. Sorry about that, I had a tendency to want to play with the big kids a lot. Anyways, it’s just kinda nice to shout into the void and visit some old stuff. Theocracy Project meant a lot to me, and I remember really feeling a sense of community during its short lifespan. I still follow some people from it on my main blog (@ambrosia-blood) but apart from that people have all but dissapeared. I wonder a lot about what people ended up doing, what jobs they got, where they live now, you know? But it’s not really my business, I don’t know them. I’m just yelling into the internet. Yeah, this is for myself mostly, but I’ll tag the tags to see if literally anyone is still around. Sorry you all had to deal with my preteen, gross, weird self, I promise I’m better now. I even learned how to do my makeup without looking like a goblin! (I’ll attach a selfie or something for comparisons sake, also I’m admittedly vain and would also just like to throw one in.)

SO YEAH. Nostalgia is great, I’m going to University soon, and I’m desperate to revisit memories. I still love you all. Bye.

(that’s me!)

[theocracyrevenant]

The city is falling to pieces.

It is time to build our own sanctuary, a land with an attentive god. 

There will never be another brighter opportunity to wash away the sins of the past.

Join me in this quest.

I will wait for you to grasp the stars.

[lyinglyth]

Local rebel terrorizes neighbourhood with vicious dog, more at 11 (Aka Comet the dog trains with small pink girl because the tag is dead this week)

[jetthawthorne]

[jetthawthorne]

Jett shot the first man with ease and quickly hit the other in the chest twice and the two fell towards the ground, dead before they hit the floor. In the process of leaning down to pick up the dead men’s guns, another guard grabbed Jett by the shoulder and dragged him around holding him tightly. Jett recognized the cold metal of the barrel of a gun on the side of his head. “Are you shitting me right now?” He laughed a bit. “Don’t move!” He guard yelled, pushing the barrel harder into Jett’s forehead. “You prick” Jett smirked before slamming his head back into the nose of the guard and turning on his heel to twist the man’s shoulder over, hearing it crack as he did so. This one he’d let live until he served the purpose of telling Jett where he needed to go. Jett kicked the man in the back, sending him to the floor on his stomach and he smashed his heel into the mans back to keep him down. “Fucking guards. Give them a gun and they think they’re gods.” Jett spat. This immense hatred of guns was not new, but it took him a second to remember that he used to be neutral, opposed to violence even. He looked over to Lyth, snapping out of his nostalgic trance. She was quick and efficient, impressive. Jett slid his gun back into his pants and wiped the spattered blood from his face, making sure to keep calm. He was okay, he still had control, he just had to remember that.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth kicked Jett’s first body out of the way, gun pointed towards the open door as she approached it, in case more guards decided to make their way down. Kicking the door closed, she lowered her weapon, wiping her hands off on her jacket, sneering at the fact that it was going to take weeks to take the blood out of these clothes. Turning around, she approached Jett and the man currently face down on the ground. She was about to congratulate him on surviving the whole thing when she noticed how spooked he looked.

“Hey, you alright?” She asked, tilting her head to the side, trying to figure out his expression. It came to her that maybe not everyone kills people weekly, unlike her, and that she was probably more then a bit desensitized to it.

“Do you want me to deal with him?” She asked, motioning to the man that Jett had under his foot, who looked to have completely given up.

[jetthawthorne]

“N-no I’ve got it I’m alright.” He said, mainly for himself to hear. “I’ve got this are you good?” He looked to the ground at her handiwork. He was more of the breaking bones type and no so much the spill of blood, knives used to be his number one form of weapon before he decided to just rely on his hands as much as possible.

Now Jett came to the realization that it was time to play bad guy. He pulled his scarf up to his nose to disguise the portion of his face that was recognizable, to say the least. Jett cleared his throat before digging the heel of his boot into the mans back. “Hey!” He said loudly. “Tell me where you keep your experimental files!” He dug deeper. He wasn’t going to show any mercy this man didn’t deserve. He was a theocrat after all.

[lyinglyth]

“Yeah, well if you’re good I’ll let you do what you need to.” Turning her back to him, she took a few steps away, examining the room. The bodies of the guards were scattered about, one bleeding profusely after being used as a human shield. She went to work at dragging all their corpses into the corner of the room, hiding them from view. Bending over, she grabbed onto the legs of one and started walking backwards, a streak of blood following as she moved the body.

Once she had finished moving them she began smashing their radios, stomping on them with her heel until they were nothing but dust. The guards always had extra ammo on them to, so she dug through pockets and bags until she had rounded up enough to fight a good while with. God, did she ever miss having a gun.

[jetthawthorne]

While Lyth took care of the bodies, Jett got through interrogating the guard, who finally caved after Jett broke a few of the bones in his hand with the heel of his boot. The files he was looking for were 3 floors below where they were now, the deepest part of the base. The more he thought about it, the more he realized it seemed like what he wanted to do was probably a long-shot. He was still unsure of his final decision when he placed a bullet in the back of the guards head. He swallowed hard before pulling the trigger and then quickly took to moving the body over towards the other. Four months now and he still couldn’t get over killing. He huffed a sigh and used his black pants to wipe the blood off of his hands. Sadly for him, the blood was only wiped clean in the physical world, the blood would remain on his hands and in his head for a long time, if not forever. Jett regained composure, and then looked over to Lyth. He gave her a look that seemed to say ‘what now?’

[lyinglyth]

Looking up from the rifle, which she had been checking over, she glanced from him to the door.

“I’m guessing we’re doing this together then, so where ever that guy told to go to, I’ll come, but we need to make a detour first, I’ve got someone to let in, he has some of my supplies” She said, straightening her back and strapping the gun to herself. 

“We need to go to the east end, that’s where I came in, and if I’m correct those halls are where the least security is, but with the whole alarm thing that might not end up being true.” Finishing up with the gun, she started making her way towards the door, but stopped for a second.

“You can have one of my daggers if the guns to much.” She said, turning slightly to face him, digging through her pocket to dig the weapon out. She’d rather have more people who were afraid of killing then someone like her, you could see it in someones eyes if they had drawn more blood then given, and she couldn’t imagine what she looked like to him.

[lyinglyth]

More "Fun" Facts!

- Lyth dreamed as a small girl about going to her first dance and waltzing with a special someone, and now on cold nights when she can’t help but think of the past, she’ll put on music and slow dance by herself to some super old music she found in some shop.

- She normally downright refuses to let others try and tend to her wounds, even if their fatal, as she never wants her blood on anyone’s hands but her own.

- Comet is the only thing she can hold onto during really bad panic attacks, the comfort of his fur bringing her away from the screams of her friends and the heat of burning buildings.

- Is convinced she’ll never fall in love, judging by the fact she’ll die before it happens.

- Bottles up her emotions until they burst on her and refuses to share any of it with others.

- She left her childhood behind at the age thirteen to run from the government, and is nineteen now. She’s still just a kid and messes up a lot but there’s no one there to tell her it’s okay.

[jetthawthorne]

[jetthawthorne]

Jett shot the first man with ease and quickly hit the other in the chest twice and the two fell towards the ground, dead before they hit the floor. In the process of leaning down to pick up the dead men’s guns, another guard grabbed Jett by the shoulder and dragged him around holding him tightly. Jett recognized the cold metal of the barrel of a gun on the side of his head. “Are you shitting me right now?” He laughed a bit. “Don’t move!” He guard yelled, pushing the barrel harder into Jett’s forehead. “You prick” Jett smirked before slamming his head back into the nose of the guard and turning on his heel to twist the man’s shoulder over, hearing it crack as he did so. This one he’d let live until he served the purpose of telling Jett where he needed to go. Jett kicked the man in the back, sending him to the floor on his stomach and he smashed his heel into the mans back to keep him down. “Fucking guards. Give them a gun and they think they’re gods.” Jett spat. This immense hatred of guns was not new, but it took him a second to remember that he used to be neutral, opposed to violence even. He looked over to Lyth, snapping out of his nostalgic trance. She was quick and efficient, impressive. Jett slid his gun back into his pants and wiped the spattered blood from his face, making sure to keep calm. He was okay, he still had control, he just had to remember that.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth kicked Jett’s first body out of the way, gun pointed towards the open door as she approached it, in case more guards decided to make their way down. Kicking the door closed, she lowered her weapon, wiping her hands off on her jacket, sneering at the fact that it was going to take weeks to take the blood out of these clothes. Turning around, she approached Jett and the man currently face down on the ground. She was about to congratulate him on surviving the whole thing when she noticed how spooked he looked.

“Hey, you alright?” She asked, tilting her head to the side, trying to figure out his expression. It came to her that maybe not everyone kills people weekly, unlike her, and that she was probably more then a bit desensitized to it.

“Do you want me to deal with him?” She asked, motioning to the man that Jett had under his foot, who looked to have completely given up.

[jetthawthorne]

“N-no I’ve got it I’m alright.” He said, mainly for himself to hear. “I’ve got this are you good?” He looked to the ground at her handiwork. He was more of the breaking bones type and no so much the spill of blood, knives used to be his number one form of weapon before he decided to just rely on his hands as much as possible.

Now Jett came to the realization that it was time to play bad guy. He pulled his scarf up to his nose to disguise the portion of his face that was recognizable, to say the least. Jett cleared his throat before digging the heel of his boot into the mans back. “Hey!” He said loudly. “Tell me where you keep your experimental files!” He dug deeper. He wasn’t going to show any mercy this man didn’t deserve. He was a theocrat after all.

[lyinglyth]

"Yeah, well if you're good I'll let you do what you need to." Turning her back to him, she took a few steps away, examining the room. The bodies of the guards were scattered about, one bleeding profusely after being used as a human shield. She went to work at dragging all their corpses into the corner of the room, hiding them from view. Bending over, she grabbed onto the legs of one and started walking backwards, a streak of blood following as she moved the body.

Once she had finished moving them she began smashing their radios, stomping on them with her heel until they were nothing but dust. The guards always had extra ammo on them to, so she dug through pockets and bags until she had rounded up enough to fight a good while with. God, did she ever miss having a gun.

[jetthawthorne]

[jetthawthorne]

Jett shot the first man with ease and quickly hit the other in the chest twice and the two fell towards the ground, dead before they hit the floor. In the process of leaning down to pick up the dead men’s guns, another guard grabbed Jett by the shoulder and dragged him around holding him tightly. Jett recognized the cold metal of the barrel of a gun on the side of his head. “Are you shitting me right now?” He laughed a bit. “Don’t move!” He guard yelled, pushing the barrel harder into Jett’s forehead. “You prick” Jett smirked before slamming his head back into the nose of the guard and turning on his heel to twist the man’s shoulder over, hearing it crack as he did so. This one he’d let live until he served the purpose of telling Jett where he needed to go. Jett kicked the man in the back, sending him to the floor on his stomach and he smashed his heel into the mans back to keep him down. “Fucking guards. Give them a gun and they think they’re gods.” Jett spat. This immense hatred of guns was not new, but it took him a second to remember that he used to be neutral, opposed to violence even. He looked over to Lyth, snapping out of his nostalgic trance. She was quick and efficient, impressive. Jett slid his gun back into his pants and wiped the spattered blood from his face, making sure to keep calm. He was okay, he still had control, he just had to remember that.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth kicked Jett’s first body out of the way, gun pointed towards the open door as she approached it, in case more guards decided to make their way down. Kicking the door closed, she lowered her weapon, wiping her hands off on her jacket, sneering at the fact that it was going to take weeks to take the blood out of these clothes. Turning around, she approached Jett and the man currently face down on the ground. She was about to congratulate him on surviving the whole thing when she noticed how spooked he looked.

“Hey, you alright?” She asked, tilting her head to the side, trying to figure out his expression. It came to her that maybe not everyone kills people weekly, unlike her, and that she was probably more then a bit desensitized to it.

“Do you want me to deal with him?” She asked, motioning to the man that Jett had under his foot, who looked to have completely given up.

[jetthawthorne]

Jett’s feet pounded the stone floors, echoing down the dimly lit narrow halls. he just had to find that stupid map of the undergrounds with the patrol times and get the hell out of there, but it was taking far longer than he had expected. He…

[jetthawthorne]

“Eh I don’t really know much about what’s going on either, all I know is that I got an order, and I chose to follow it. He said as he lowered his arm, content with how he had bandaged it. In truth he did know and that he was about as far up as it seemed to go now, but he’d rather not have people know that. He didn’t very much enjoy being in a leadership position, so of course he didn’t want to talk about it. There were only a few other leaders of the rebellion, most others were either dead, in hiding, or were converted.

“Yeah I remember the posters” He continued, recalling a tie when he was running through the streets picking off every wanted flier he could find. He probably tore a hundred of those off the walls of the city. “I take it that was you?” He said, keeping his composure. He could tell he upset her by getting the alarm to go off, understandably so, but he wasn’t the type to lose his cool in a situation like this. Not anymore.

“There’s a service hatch right through there.” He pointed to a vent on the back wall. “Follow it for maybe a hundred meters and you’ll reach a dispatch area. You can make your way out through there it’s not really patrolled.” He said as he walked towards the computers. He probably wasn’t going to get this advantage again, being in the center of the base, so he knew he had to make it count. “I’ll….create a little distraction.” He smiled. The mischief was always his favorite part of the job. He switched the digital screen to that of the garage and programmed an order to the tanks that they were to fire immediately. After a few moments the tanks were visible on the black and white screen and were seen lifting their barrels. They then began to fire on each other and the walls all around them, causing echoes and booms that shook the entire building. “That oughta buy you some time.” He smiled, watching as guards scrambled into the garage to try and stop the tanks that were still firing.

[lyinglyth]

“Yeah, I might have been a bit unstable when the dog thing happened.” She mumbled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand, blood smearing across her cheek. The dog, Comet, was probably still outside this place, she’d left him beside the exit she planned on taking before everything went to shit, she’d have to find him on her way out.

“What about you? You’re in some deep shit, and these guys aren’t going to be to happy after you take their toys.” She asked, moving to stand by the hatch, looking back over her shoulder at him.

“I might have met you by accident but I’m more then willing to help out on some higher order, family helps family, if you don’t mind me calling you that.” Though it was clear he had made up his mind, the building shuddering as explosions wracked the very foundation. Shivers ran through her body, shutting her eyes tight until the ground stopped shaking, she hadn’t been good with explosions since the attacks.

“I’ll try and kill as many guards as I can on the way out, it’ll make your mission go smoother then mine.” Pulling the vents cover off, she looked back at him once more, nodding slightly before lifting herself into the vent and beginning her crawl to her escape.

[jetthawthorne]

“No I’ve got more work to get done today.” He sighed. His ‘work’ was actually supposed to be going into the deepest file ports and erasing the evidence of the experiments performed on him so that they wouldn’t know he was still even alive, but it seemed like it was a suicide mission at this point. “I’ll try to do it quickly so maybe I’ll see you on the way out,” he shrugged. “I’m going t-” before he could finish he heard someone begin to jiggle the handle on the door and he leapt towards the vent and slid in beside lyth feet first, pulling the grate over the hole after him. “Shit” he muttered when 5 men scrambled into the room, all armed. The two of them were now sandwiched together shoulder to shoulder in this tiny metal space. “Sorry,” he whispered quietly, not taking his eyes off of the enemy, peering through the holes in the grate. “Great just great,” he said quietly, mostly to himself. Jett knew he had a pistol in his pocket, but he wasn’t a fan of using guns, but it occurred to him that in this case he might not have a choice.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth was about to throw a quick goodbye over his shoulder before she heard the rattling of the door. Her breath hitched, hand automatically going to her jacket, the inside pocket holding two daggers she was more the prepared to use.

She clamped a hand over her mouth as Jett came in after her, eyes wide as she watched the guards fumble through the room, approaching the computers that had previously blown some part of this building to bits. Glancing to the side, she met Jett’s eyes, hand coming down from her lips.

“Just wait for them to leave, they can’t stay here forever.” She whispered, trying to get a good look through the grate to see how armed they were. Obviously a couple daggers wouldn’t do shit if they had rifles, and there was no way she could get out of this vent to ambush them without making plenty of noise, so she just had to pray they wouldn’t stay long and go to find their intruders elsewhere. She wished she had her guns back, there’s no one anyone as poor as her could even begin to rebuild the weapons she had lost to the raids.

[jetthawthorne]

Jett heaved out a nervous, silent breath, trying to think through every possible strategy. These men looked like basic guards, meaning they at most had one rifle each, a walky talky, and some of them had a pistol for backup. It was possible that the two of them could take out all of the guards, but their current position left them compromised. Their best bet was to stay still for now. Jett nodded, agreeing with Lyth’s statement. Jett watched as the men talked to one another and his eyes traced to a small puddle of blood on the floor from where he had tended to his wound. “Shit” he said quietly, hoping they wouldn’t notice.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth squinted, looking where Jett was, seeing as he seemed to be freaking out a bit more then a few seconds ago. Her vision was obscured, but she could still see the tinges of red through the grate.

“We’re going to have to fight them, aren’t we.” She asked, fidgeting next to him as she attempted to pull her daggers out, but the space was just to small and she wouldn’t be able to remove them without cutting the boy next to her. Giving up on the blades, she simply waited for the guards to either leave or open the vent, anxiety leaving her feeling slightly sick. She did ugh better when she was in a fast paced situation, waiting for something to happen always left her doubting everything.

[jetthawthorne]

he nodded silently. He didn’t want to have to fight these men, but he knew he would have to at this point. It would only be moments before the men discovered them. “Fuck okay,” he whispered. He moved his hand ever so slightly so that it was on the hilt of his gun. “On three, you’re going to push open the grate, and I’m going to jump out and shoot the two on the left and you, start on the ones of the right and we’ll meet up to take the others.” He swallowed hard. His plan was to take one of the uniforms and use it to help him get out. “You ready?” He asked, a bit nervous

[lyinglyth]

"Never ready, only prepared." She grumbled, moving into position before counting down from three, shoving the grate open quickly and let Jett do his thing. The grate clattered against the floor, immediately grabbing the attention of the guards as they began to draw their weapons, she climbed out after Jett, her daggers now in hand. Twirling the weapons, she let the other rebel distract his targets as she slipped behind her own, who were busy taking out their weapons.

"Guess who brought a knife to a gun fight." She hissed, covering the first guards mouth and dragging the blade across their neck, her hand getting soaked in the blood. Holding the body close, she let her other target shoot their own friend, moving closer to them. Once she had them against a wall, she dropped the corpse and brought her robotic leg up and kicked the guard hard in the shoulder, then pushing forwards to grab their gun, disarming them.

She sliced their throat quickly after that, backing away to join back up with Jett, now armed with a rifle.

[jetthawthorne]

Jett’s feet pounded the stone floors, echoing down the dimly lit narrow halls. he just had to find that stupid map of the undergrounds with the patrol times and get the hell out of there, but it was taking far longer than he had expected. He…

[jetthawthorne]

“Eh I don’t really know much about what’s going on either, all I know is that I got an order, and I chose to follow it. He said as he lowered his arm, content with how he had bandaged it. In truth he did know and that he was about as far up as it seemed to go now, but he’d rather not have people know that. He didn’t very much enjoy being in a leadership position, so of course he didn’t want to talk about it. There were only a few other leaders of the rebellion, most others were either dead, in hiding, or were converted.

“Yeah I remember the posters” He continued, recalling a tie when he was running through the streets picking off every wanted flier he could find. He probably tore a hundred of those off the walls of the city. “I take it that was you?” He said, keeping his composure. He could tell he upset her by getting the alarm to go off, understandably so, but he wasn’t the type to lose his cool in a situation like this. Not anymore.

“There’s a service hatch right through there.” He pointed to a vent on the back wall. “Follow it for maybe a hundred meters and you’ll reach a dispatch area. You can make your way out through there it’s not really patrolled.” He said as he walked towards the computers. He probably wasn’t going to get this advantage again, being in the center of the base, so he knew he had to make it count. “I’ll….create a little distraction.” He smiled. The mischief was always his favorite part of the job. He switched the digital screen to that of the garage and programmed an order to the tanks that they were to fire immediately. After a few moments the tanks were visible on the black and white screen and were seen lifting their barrels. They then began to fire on each other and the walls all around them, causing echoes and booms that shook the entire building. “That oughta buy you some time.” He smiled, watching as guards scrambled into the garage to try and stop the tanks that were still firing.

[lyinglyth]

“Yeah, I might have been a bit unstable when the dog thing happened.” She mumbled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand, blood smearing across her cheek. The dog, Comet, was probably still outside this place, she’d left him beside the exit she planned on taking before everything went to shit, she’d have to find him on her way out.

“What about you? You’re in some deep shit, and these guys aren’t going to be to happy after you take their toys.” She asked, moving to stand by the hatch, looking back over her shoulder at him.

“I might have met you by accident but I’m more then willing to help out on some higher order, family helps family, if you don’t mind me calling you that.” Though it was clear he had made up his mind, the building shuddering as explosions wracked the very foundation. Shivers ran through her body, shutting her eyes tight until the ground stopped shaking, she hadn’t been good with explosions since the attacks.

“I’ll try and kill as many guards as I can on the way out, it’ll make your mission go smoother then mine.” Pulling the vents cover off, she looked back at him once more, nodding slightly before lifting herself into the vent and beginning her crawl to her escape.

[jetthawthorne]

“No I’ve got more work to get done today.” He sighed. His ‘work’ was actually supposed to be going into the deepest file ports and erasing the evidence of the experiments performed on him so that they wouldn’t know he was still even alive, but it seemed like it was a suicide mission at this point. “I’ll try to do it quickly so maybe I’ll see you on the way out,” he shrugged. “I’m going t-” before he could finish he heard someone begin to jiggle the handle on the door and he leapt towards the vent and slid in beside lyth feet first, pulling the grate over the hole after him. “Shit” he muttered when 5 men scrambled into the room, all armed. The two of them were now sandwiched together shoulder to shoulder in this tiny metal space. “Sorry,” he whispered quietly, not taking his eyes off of the enemy, peering through the holes in the grate. “Great just great,” he said quietly, mostly to himself. Jett knew he had a pistol in his pocket, but he wasn’t a fan of using guns, but it occurred to him that in this case he might not have a choice.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth was about to throw a quick goodbye over his shoulder before she heard the rattling of the door. Her breath hitched, hand automatically going to her jacket, the inside pocket holding two daggers she was more the prepared to use.

She clamped a hand over her mouth as Jett came in after her, eyes wide as she watched the guards fumble through the room, approaching the computers that had previously blown some part of this building to bits. Glancing to the side, she met Jett’s eyes, hand coming down from her lips.

“Just wait for them to leave, they can’t stay here forever.” She whispered, trying to get a good look through the grate to see how armed they were. Obviously a couple daggers wouldn’t do shit if they had rifles, and there was no way she could get out of this vent to ambush them without making plenty of noise, so she just had to pray they wouldn’t stay long and go to find their intruders elsewhere. She wished she had her guns back, there’s no one anyone as poor as her could even begin to rebuild the weapons she had lost to the raids.

[jetthawthorne]

Jett heaved out a nervous, silent breath, trying to think through every possible strategy. These men looked like basic guards, meaning they at most had one rifle each, a walky talky, and some of them had a pistol for backup. It was possible that the two of them could take out all of the guards, but their current position left them compromised. Their best bet was to stay still for now. Jett nodded, agreeing with Lyth’s statement. Jett watched as the men talked to one another and his eyes traced to a small puddle of blood on the floor from where he had tended to his wound. “Shit” he said quietly, hoping they wouldn’t notice.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth squinted, looking where Jett was, seeing as he seemed to be freaking out a bit more then a few seconds ago. Her vision was obscured, but she could still see the tinges of red through the grate.

"We're going to have to fight them, aren't we." She asked, fidgeting next to him as she attempted to pull her daggers out, but the space was just to small and she wouldn't be able to remove them without cutting the boy next to her. Giving up on the blades, she simply waited for the guards to either leave or open the vent, anxiety leaving her feeling slightly sick. She did ugh better when she was in a fast paced situation, waiting for something to happen always left her doubting everything.

[jetthawthorne]

Jett’s feet pounded the stone floors, echoing down the dimly lit narrow halls. he just had to find that stupid map of the undergrounds with the patrol times and get the hell out of there, but it was taking far longer than he had expected. He…

[jetthawthorne]

“Eh I don’t really know much about what’s going on either, all I know is that I got an order, and I chose to follow it. He said as he lowered his arm, content with how he had bandaged it. In truth he did know and that he was about as far up as it seemed to go now, but he’d rather not have people know that. He didn’t very much enjoy being in a leadership position, so of course he didn’t want to talk about it. There were only a few other leaders of the rebellion, most others were either dead, in hiding, or were converted.

“Yeah I remember the posters” He continued, recalling a tie when he was running through the streets picking off every wanted flier he could find. He probably tore a hundred of those off the walls of the city. “I take it that was you?” He said, keeping his composure. He could tell he upset her by getting the alarm to go off, understandably so, but he wasn’t the type to lose his cool in a situation like this. Not anymore.

“There’s a service hatch right through there.” He pointed to a vent on the back wall. “Follow it for maybe a hundred meters and you’ll reach a dispatch area. You can make your way out through there it’s not really patrolled.” He said as he walked towards the computers. He probably wasn’t going to get this advantage again, being in the center of the base, so he knew he had to make it count. “I’ll….create a little distraction.” He smiled. The mischief was always his favorite part of the job. He switched the digital screen to that of the garage and programmed an order to the tanks that they were to fire immediately. After a few moments the tanks were visible on the black and white screen and were seen lifting their barrels. They then began to fire on each other and the walls all around them, causing echoes and booms that shook the entire building. “That oughta buy you some time.” He smiled, watching as guards scrambled into the garage to try and stop the tanks that were still firing.

[lyinglyth]

“Yeah, I might have been a bit unstable when the dog thing happened.” She mumbled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand, blood smearing across her cheek. The dog, Comet, was probably still outside this place, she’d left him beside the exit she planned on taking before everything went to shit, she’d have to find him on her way out.

“What about you? You’re in some deep shit, and these guys aren’t going to be to happy after you take their toys.” She asked, moving to stand by the hatch, looking back over her shoulder at him.

“I might have met you by accident but I’m more then willing to help out on some higher order, family helps family, if you don’t mind me calling you that.” Though it was clear he had made up his mind, the building shuddering as explosions wracked the very foundation. Shivers ran through her body, shutting her eyes tight until the ground stopped shaking, she hadn’t been good with explosions since the attacks.

“I’ll try and kill as many guards as I can on the way out, it’ll make your mission go smoother then mine.” Pulling the vents cover off, she looked back at him once more, nodding slightly before lifting herself into the vent and beginning her crawl to her escape.

[jetthawthorne]

“No I’ve got more work to get done today.” He sighed. His ‘work’ was actually supposed to be going into the deepest file ports and erasing the evidence of the experiments performed on him so that they wouldn’t know he was still even alive, but it seemed like it was a suicide mission at this point. “I’ll try to do it quickly so maybe I’ll see you on the way out,” he shrugged. “I’m going t-” before he could finish he heard someone begin to jiggle the handle on the door and he leapt towards the vent and slid in beside lyth feet first, pulling the grate over the hole after him. “Shit” he muttered when 5 men scrambled into the room, all armed. The two of them were now sandwiched together shoulder to shoulder in this tiny metal space. “Sorry,” he whispered quietly, not taking his eyes off of the enemy, peering through the holes in the grate. “Great just great,” he said quietly, mostly to himself. Jett knew he had a pistol in his pocket, but he wasn’t a fan of using guns, but it occurred to him that in this case he might not have a choice.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth was about to throw a quick goodbye over his shoulder before she heard the rattling of the door. Her breath hitched, hand automatically going to her jacket, the inside pocket holding two daggers she was more the prepared to use.

She clamped a hand over her mouth as Jett came in after her, eyes wide as she watched the guards fumble through the room, approaching the computers that had previously blown some part of this building to bits. Glancing to the side, she met Jett's eyes, hand coming down from her lips.

"Just wait for them to leave, they can't stay here forever." She whispered, trying to get a good look through the grate to see how armed they were. Obviously a couple daggers wouldn't do shit if they had rifles, and there was no way she could get out of this vent to ambush them without making plenty of noise, so she just had to pray they wouldn't stay long and go to find their intruders elsewhere. She wished she had her guns back, there's no one anyone as poor as her could even begin to rebuild the weapons she had lost to the raids.

[jetthawthorne]

Jett’s feet pounded the stone floors, echoing down the dimly lit narrow halls. he just had to find that stupid map of the undergrounds with the patrol times and get the hell out of there, but it was taking far longer than he had expected. He…

[jetthawthorne]

“Eh I don’t really know much about what’s going on either, all I know is that I got an order, and I chose to follow it. He said as he lowered his arm, content with how he had bandaged it. In truth he did know and that he was about as far up as it seemed to go now, but he’d rather not have people know that. He didn’t very much enjoy being in a leadership position, so of course he didn’t want to talk about it. There were only a few other leaders of the rebellion, most others were either dead, in hiding, or were converted.

“Yeah I remember the posters” He continued, recalling a tie when he was running through the streets picking off every wanted flier he could find. He probably tore a hundred of those off the walls of the city. “I take it that was you?” He said, keeping his composure. He could tell he upset her by getting the alarm to go off, understandably so, but he wasn’t the type to lose his cool in a situation like this. Not anymore.

“There’s a service hatch right through there.” He pointed to a vent on the back wall. “Follow it for maybe a hundred meters and you’ll reach a dispatch area. You can make your way out through there it’s not really patrolled.” He said as he walked towards the computers. He probably wasn’t going to get this advantage again, being in the center of the base, so he knew he had to make it count. “I’ll….create a little distraction.” He smiled. The mischief was always his favorite part of the job. He switched the digital screen to that of the garage and programmed an order to the tanks that they were to fire immediately. After a few moments the tanks were visible on the black and white screen and were seen lifting their barrels. They then began to fire on each other and the walls all around them, causing echoes and booms that shook the entire building. “That oughta buy you some time.” He smiled, watching as guards scrambled into the garage to try and stop the tanks that were still firing.

[lyinglyth]

"Yeah, I might have been a bit unstable when the dog thing happened." She mumbled, wiping her nose with the back of her hand, blood smearing across her cheek. The dog, Comet, was probably still outside this place, she'd left him beside the exit she planned on taking before everything went to shit, she'd have to find him on her way out.

"What about you? You're in some deep shit, and these guys aren't going to be to happy after you take their toys." She asked, moving to stand by the hatch, looking back over her shoulder at him.

"I might have met you by accident but I'm more then willing to help out on some higher order, family helps family, if you don't mind me calling you that." Though it was clear he had made up his mind, the building shuddering as explosions wracked the very foundation. Shivers ran through her body, shutting her eyes tight until the ground stopped shaking, she hadn't been good with explosions since the attacks.

"I'll try and kill as many guards as I can on the way out, it'll make your mission go smoother then mine." Pulling the vents cover off, she looked back at him once more, nodding slightly before lifting herself into the vent and beginning her crawl to her escape.

[jetthawthorne]

Friend or Foe Open Roleplay

Jett’s feet pounded the stone floors, echoing down the dimly lit narrow halls. he just had to find that stupid map of the undergrounds with the patrol times and get the hell out of there, but it was taking far longer than he had expected. He slit to a halt finally in front of a large metal door. He took to the handle and shook it -locked- “of course it is” he sighed before flicking his wrist on his metallic hand, revealing a lock picking kit of types that came out from his fingertips. In a few moments of tinkering he heard a click. With a sigh of relief he changed his hand back to normal and used the other hand to slowly open the door. It was a control room, completely empty. He huffed out a breath. Jett had done plenty of missions like this, but now he was in the very center of the main base. The belly of the beast. And he had to admit, his palms were sweating. Well one of them was. Jett closed the door behind him and took to sifting through the files. He searched and searched through them all until he finally found what he was looking for. He was taking to leave when he noticed a cabinet labeled “Radicals”. He knew that meant people like him. With hesitation, Jett opened the cabinet and took to looking through the files. Inside was information about all of his comrades. Many he recognized and some he didn’t. And some he was reluctant to say had big red X’s on them. These files had their blood types, heights, weights and more. He was about to open Mabel’s but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He scrolled until he found his own. He had no idea what they could know. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Before he could really make a decision, the door behind him creaked open. He spun around quickly to see a single guard, confused, with a hand already on his gun. “Shit” Jett muttered before picking up his file and running towards the guard. The guard fired off three shots which all missed before Jett disarmed him and elbowed him, sending him stumbling backwards. This time the guard reached for his radio. “Sound the alarm! Intru-” Jett used the butt of the gun to knock him unconscious before he could finish, but he knew it was already too late. He heard an annoying ring of a noise around him and he sprinted out of the door. He darted down a hallway he didn’t know until he looked forward to see three guards, guns raised. Jett lifted his metallic arm to protect himself and he heard several dings from bullets bouncing off of it. Just before he turned down a corner he felt a sting in his shoulder. Just a graze he could already tell but it was bleeding. He bit his lip as he turned a sharp left and headed down the corridor. He ran and quickly turned into the first open room he could find, slamming the door quickly behind him. He huffed and huffed trying to slow his heart beat as he peeked out of the small window in the door, watching the guards run past him. With a silent sigh, Jett tapped his left temple to turn his robotic eye into night vision mode. He worked quickly to stash the files in his messenger bag before peeling off his jacked to leave him in a muscle T to examine his wound. It wasn’t a graze as he had thought before, the bullet was stuck in his shoulder, bleeding profusely. Jett cursed under his breath before resorting to tying his jacket around his waist. As he regained his breath he looked around the frame of the door and found a light switch. He flipped it on and flickered his eye back to normal. He glanced down to his arm again and just as he did he heard the faintest sound of a breath. Jett froze for a moment before turning on the spot to face the person behind him. With raised fists he locked eye(s) with the other and he couldn’t help but recognize //you//. He had seen you somewhere before, but he couldn’t quite place it. “What…what’re you doing here??” He asked frantically. He placed a hand on his bag, protective of his newly retrieved information.

((You chose the situation. You can be: friend, foe, neutral, theocracy, rebel, whatever. You can decide what the room is as well: dungeon, torture chamber, control room, bedroom whatever it’s up to you. Just roleplay with me!!))

[lyinglyth]

Lyth’s skin was on fire, expression slightly crazed as she stood only inches away from the boy, arms held up in a way that showed that if he hadn’t turned, she probably would have attacked.

Her clothing was torn in various places, burgundy stains accompanying each cut in the fabric, and blood streaked down from her nose like it had broken. The injuries were new and old, some having scabbed over and others still bleeding, what happened, who’s to say. Her face contorted, at first showing confusion, then happiness, then pure rage.

“Did you set off the fucking alarm? For heavens sake! I can’t catch a fucking break can I.” She hissed, voice broken and scratchy. Of course something had to go wrong, she try’s one thing and it all falls apart. Her posture slacked, hands moving to grip her hair as she began to pace, completely ignoring Jett’s question.

She had a black backpack slung over her shoulder, which had paper and folders sticking out the top, obviously pushed in without care. They appeared to be official looking, and probably stolen from the very room they stood in, which was lined with file holders and desks. One paper could be clearly read as she moved though, as big black letters announced the attack of an officer, and something about a dog being stolen.

[jetthawthorne]

He processed the person in front of him for a few moments before remembering exactly who this was. When he did he ran a hand through his hair. “Oh my god seriously?” He was annoyed that he was angry at her. The only reason he had gotten the alarm set off was because he had to go into the most secure part of the building. “I was in the main control room it’s not like you can just wander in there.” He said shaking his head. Although annoyed at the fact that she saw him as impotent, it was nice to see an ally. “I was getting the sewers map and the patrol times. The order came from higher up.” He said, attempting to justify himself. He sighed with a smile before dropping his bag from his back to the floor to get a closer look at his wound. He hissed every few moments from pain as he slowly dislodged the bullet from his shoulder. He tapped his temple until his eye turned to an X-ray mode and he noted that there were still fragments of the bullets in his arm. Those would have to wait. He breathes heavily before tearing a fraction of his shirt off and tying it around his wound. “You never answered my question.” Jett said, the cloth in his mouth as he used his free hand to tie it around his shoulder.

[lyinglyth]

She has stopped pacing after he'd began talking, instead resorting to tapping her foot impatiently against the ground, listening to him. Her anger had subsided quickly, fading into annoyance.

"Higher up?" She questioned, confused.

"I haven't heard from anyone higher up since the war, did I miss some big meeting or some shit?" Running a hand through her hair, she sighed deeply, deciding to ask later, she had been in hiding, it's not like they'd seek her out.

Freezing up, she heard as stomping footsteps passed by their room, luckily still not checking in the dimly lit office. She had been here for at least a couple days, and to say she was on edge was an understatement. Relaxing as the sounds faded, she looked back to Jett, who had began looking at his arm.

"I was erasing myself." She said, picking her words carefully.

"Do you remember those wanted posters they had up a few months back, about someone killing an officer in a alleyway and then taking a trained police dog? And the newer ones with the blurry pictures on them that talked about some rebel activist maybe attacking a couple theocrats?" She asked, her hand moving from her hair to scratch the back of her neck.

"Yeah, needed to steal those files, and a few others, but I got caught and ended hiding here for a few hours, maybe days, don't know yet, but i was making my way out 'till you showed up. God, that doesn't even matter anymore, I just need to get the fuck out of here."

[jetthawthorne]

Friend or Foe Open Roleplay

Jett’s feet pounded the stone floors, echoing down the dimly lit narrow halls. he just had to find that stupid map of the undergrounds with the patrol times and get the hell out of there, but it was taking far longer than he had expected. He slit to a halt finally in front of a large metal door. He took to the handle and shook it -locked- “of course it is” he sighed before flicking his wrist on his metallic hand, revealing a lock picking kit of types that came out from his fingertips. In a few moments of tinkering he heard a click. With a sigh of relief he changed his hand back to normal and used the other hand to slowly open the door. It was a control room, completely empty. He huffed out a breath. Jett had done plenty of missions like this, but now he was in the very center of the main base. The belly of the beast. And he had to admit, his palms were sweating. Well one of them was. Jett closed the door behind him and took to sifting through the files. He searched and searched through them all until he finally found what he was looking for. He was taking to leave when he noticed a cabinet labeled “Radicals”. He knew that meant people like him. With hesitation, Jett opened the cabinet and took to looking through the files. Inside was information about all of his comrades. Many he recognized and some he didn’t. And some he was reluctant to say had big red X’s on them. These files had their blood types, heights, weights and more. He was about to open Mabel’s but he couldn’t bring himself to do it. He scrolled until he found his own. He had no idea what they could know. He wasn’t sure he wanted to know. Before he could really make a decision, the door behind him creaked open. He spun around quickly to see a single guard, confused, with a hand already on his gun. “Shit” Jett muttered before picking up his file and running towards the guard. The guard fired off three shots which all missed before Jett disarmed him and elbowed him, sending him stumbling backwards. This time the guard reached for his radio. “Sound the alarm! Intru-” Jett used the butt of the gun to knock him unconscious before he could finish, but he knew it was already too late. He heard an annoying ring of a noise around him and he sprinted out of the door. He darted down a hallway he didn’t know until he looked forward to see three guards, guns raised. Jett lifted his metallic arm to protect himself and he heard several dings from bullets bouncing off of it. Just before he turned down a corner he felt a sting in his shoulder. Just a graze he could already tell but it was bleeding. He bit his lip as he turned a sharp left and headed down the corridor. He ran and quickly turned into the first open room he could find, slamming the door quickly behind him. He huffed and huffed trying to slow his heart beat as he peeked out of the small window in the door, watching the guards run past him. With a silent sigh, Jett tapped his left temple to turn his robotic eye into night vision mode. He worked quickly to stash the files in his messenger bag before peeling off his jacked to leave him in a muscle T to examine his wound. It wasn’t a graze as he had thought before, the bullet was stuck in his shoulder, bleeding profusely. Jett cursed under his breath before resorting to tying his jacket around his waist. As he regained his breath he looked around the frame of the door and found a light switch. He flipped it on and flickered his eye back to normal. He glanced down to his arm again and just as he did he heard the faintest sound of a breath. Jett froze for a moment before turning on the spot to face the person behind him. With raised fists he locked eye(s) with the other and he couldn’t help but recognize //you//. He had seen you somewhere before, but he couldn’t quite place it. “What…what’re you doing here??” He asked frantically. He placed a hand on his bag, protective of his newly retrieved information.

((You chose the situation. You can be: friend, foe, neutral, theocracy, rebel, whatever. You can decide what the room is as well: dungeon, torture chamber, control room, bedroom whatever it’s up to you. Just roleplay with me!!))

[lyinglyth]

Lyth’s skin was on fire, expression slightly crazed as she stood only inches away from the boy, arms held up in a way that showed that if he hadn’t turned, she probably would have attacked.

Her clothing was torn in various places, burgundy stains accompanying each cut in the fabric, and blood streaked down from her nose like it had broken. The injuries were new and old, some having scabbed over and others still bleeding, what happened, who’s to say. Her face contorted, at first showing confusion, then happiness, then pure rage.

“Did you set off the fucking alarm? For heavens sake! I can’t catch a fucking break can I.” She hissed, voice broken and scratchy. Of course something had to go wrong, she try’s one thing and it all falls apart. Her posture slacked, hands moving to grip her hair as she began to pace, completely ignoring Jett’s question.

She had a black backpack slung over her shoulder, which had paper and folders sticking out the top, obviously pushed in without care. They appeared to be official looking, and probably stolen from the very room they stood in, which was lined with file holders and desks. One paper could be clearly read as she moved though, as big black letters announced the attack of an officer, and something about a dog being stolen.

[lyinglyth]

Currant Lyth 

Not featured: Black jeans, Dirty combat boots and a sleepy Comet at her feet.(Also a bunch of nasty scars)

Basically heres whats up with Lyth at the minute!

She’s still living in a shitty apartment in the slums, working by candle light as her light bulbs burnt out weeks ago and she can’t spend money on that. She’s been working on tracking down people close to Von, and taking them down over a course of a few months. Her walls are covered in pictures,and a hand painted map of Crete, helping to plan out missions. 

She started suffering from PTSD after the war, and hardly sleeps, and still kinda blames herself for everything since she fled the city while her friends continued to fight. Comet helps with those things though, he’s a good listener.

Speaking of Comet, he now helps out by delivering messages and packages to all of Lyth’s friends and contacts, also cheering them up slightly with kisses and pets when he shows up at their doorstep. Good dog.

Also, she might have a problem as she keeps letting strays into her apartment, animals have grown on her perhaps a bit to much.

[corvidae-prince]

Alleyways always provided the best protection, Lyth had learned this is the many years she had spent in the streets, and tonight wasn't the first time her blood had stained their concrete either surprisingly. Some guards decided it was a good time for some cyborg violence, and she had luckily been passing by, just her luck, she didn't even have a chance to fight back. She stumbled farther into the passage as she wiped the blood from her face, focusing on the graffiti to stop from fainting.

"You alright there?" A figure spoke from above the graffiti on the wall. Jumping down to meet Lyth without a problem, he rised to look them in the eye with his.

[corvidae-prince]

"Is that a nod for a ‘yes, help me’? Because either way, I’ll be the one doing the stitching." Lloyd glared into her eyes. His breathing still, face cold, and remained still as a statue. He wouldn’t let Lyth be a fool. And considering how they had just met, he had no problem using force to make a point.

Not that it would be much effort anyways.

[lyinglyth]

"Get on with it." She growled, refusing to meet his gaze and instead tipping her head back to stare at the ceiling, snapping her fingers twice and letting her hand fall to the empty space besides the chair, which was soon replaced with Comet pushing his head into her palm.

"Good dog." She breathed, running her fingers through his fur to distract herself from what was to come.

[corvidae-prince]

"Hold still, and bite onto something soft." Lloyd took a cloth and splashed it with the vodka, pressing it on the wound he began to wipe it clean. Ignoring any sound or squirm Lyth made, he continued with delicacy.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth hissed through clenched teeth, bringing her free hand to her mouth and biting the fleshy part of her palm, forcing herself to take long, slow breaths so she didn’t end up freaking out. She felt entirely out of control at the moment, which is a feeling she preferred not to have, but she sat as still as possible for him, opting to close her eyes now so her head could hang down, hair falling to cover her face.

[corvidae-prince]

"I said, hold still." Giving off a Lloyd sigh, Lloyd grabbed the needle and thread and began to get to work.

"This, this may hurt more. Depending on how you handle pain." Calming saying before he lifted the portion of his patch covering his eye for better vision, Lloyd started at the back of the wound.

Humming to himself, ignoring the sounds Lyth would make and occasionally holding her still with one hand when they moved to much.

[lyinglyth]

"I can manage fine-" She breathed, her defence cut short as the needle pierced her skin and sent a white hot pain through her abdomen, making a low groan rise from the back of her throat, somehow having someone else do this hurting for more then when she fixed herself, perhaps because she always did it drunk.

After a few more stitches she went into a sort of “off” mode, pushing away her thoughts and focusing on a single thing, which was a crack in her wall, and her struggle passed slowly until she could control her squirming, eyes blank and lacking emotion, though she still felt the pain, she’d rather look like she didn’t.

[corvidae-prince]

"Almost done." Lloyd effortlessly continued to stitch. He didn’t mind the scent of blood, though he remained calm and tried not to let it send him over.

Flashes of dead bodies would shoot through his mind. People in which he had killed. Yet here he was, doing the opposite. Sewing shut a wound instead of ripping further into it. When he was the prince he aimed to help others but only seemed to kill. Now his goal is to kill but here he is healing someone.

"And done." Lloyd let out a soft sigh, finished the sewing job. The stitch was clean, no open wound. No blood seeping through. Just skin and string.

"Don’t get up just yet. Wouldn’t want the stitching to come undone." He said as he covered his eye once again, pulling down the cloth back over it.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth didn’t respond at first, stare still as blank as it was before, but after a few seconds she suddenly looked up, visibly a bit groggy.

"Right, thanks" She responded, after pulling her finger out of her mouth, indents of her canines prominent in the skin. She reached besides her, fingers wrapping around the neck of the vodka bottle and bringing it towards her, drinking a mouthful before resting it on her thigh.

"Wish I could heal like you, I used to be fine, before Von’s bastards got to me, not only did I lose my leg cause of them, they they fucked with my body, replaced my damned heart for gods sake." She could still feel the stinging pain, but she was exhausted and felt he deserved some info about her after doing something like that.

"They ran over me you know? I was thirteen, I had dreams and shit like that." Taking another drink, she sighed, looking up at him.

"What’d they do to you?"

[corvidae-prince]

Lloyd looked back down at her, wanting to tell the whole story but thought it would just be a waste of words.

"They tried to play god, and burned for it." Coldly speaking, staring straight into Lyth’s eye without hesitation, no hints of sorrow or regret.

[lyinglyth]

"A story for another time then." She said between drinks, trying to see if the alcohol could make the pain low enough that she could try and sleep tonight.

"Hey, on the desk, there’s a pile of sticky notes, mind handing me that, and a pen?" She asked, slowly motioning to a pile of supplies.

"I’m gonna hear that story eventually, and I dong wanna go find another one of those marks or whatever just to talk to you, so I’ll give you my info, and hopefully one day I can repay for this, alright?" She said, giving a weak smile.

[corvidae-prince]

"Very well. Repay me in whatever way you deem necessary." Lloyd got up, gathering what was needed he returned to Lyth sitting down next to her.

"Any grudges against those who are born into their higher positions but simply cannot take action?"

[lyinglyth]

Taking the pen and paper, she began writing down her address, along with her cell and instructions on how to summon Comet if he ever needed to send her a package or something.

"Comet goes out during the day to retrieve anything my friends have hidden for me, once he knows your scent he can find anything and bring it back, useful huh? Good reason to have a police dog." She rambled as she handed the note back to him, settling back into the chair before answering him.

"I’m guessing you mean like people who want to help us but can’t?" She took a second to think, sighing heavily.

"I hold grudges against those who are ignorant to the things around them, and can’t tell that their God is wrong, I have plenty of people I know who weren’t able to help the cause for a long while, but if they ever get the chance to fight, and they don’t act, I might get a bit pissy, but I don’t know their problems, I suppose it all depends on situation really." Glancing at him, she gave him a once over.

"You asking for someone? Or yourself."

[corvidae-prince]

"Just asking in general. I was once them, now I am like you. Pity how quickly things can change." Grumbling on that last sentence, Lloyd took in a heavy breath, soon cracking his neck in a way that others would seem like an attempt to break it. Loud snapping sounds broke out from it.

[lyinglyth]

"Yeah, sure." Gripping the handles of the chair, she slowly pushed herself up to stand, her expression more annoyed the pained.

"So now that you’ve effectively saved my day or whatever, I’m probably going to sleep this off for a couple days." Leaning on the desk, she stared at her mattress that was on the other side of the room, wondering if it was worth it to hobble over there, or if she should just sleep on the desk chair.

"Where you off to now then? You have any other alleys to sit in tonight?"

[corvidae-prince]

“Home. My new home to be exact.” Standing up, he observed Lyth trying to stand. Sighing, then making his way to the door.

[lyinglyth]

Giving a hum of acknowledgment, she did a sort of half stumble across the room with a little help from Comet, who stood beside her as she moved so she could hold onto him. Once she had made it across, she sat on the mattress and took a deep breath, returning her gaze back to Llyod as he opened the door.

"Well where ever the hell that is, don't die on the way, though I doubt after tonight that's possible." Rolling her shoulders, she watched as Comet settled down beside her, laying his head across her lap.

[corvidae-prince]

Alleyways always provided the best protection, Lyth had learned this is the many years she had spent in the streets, and tonight wasn't the first time her blood had stained their concrete either surprisingly. Some guards decided it was a good time for some cyborg violence, and she had luckily been passing by, just her luck, she didn't even have a chance to fight back. She stumbled farther into the passage as she wiped the blood from her face, focusing on the graffiti to stop from fainting.

"You alright there?" A figure spoke from above the graffiti on the wall. Jumping down to meet Lyth without a problem, he rised to look them in the eye with his.

[corvidae-prince]

"Is that a nod for a ‘yes, help me’? Because either way, I’ll be the one doing the stitching." Lloyd glared into her eyes. His breathing still, face cold, and remained still as a statue. He wouldn’t let Lyth be a fool. And considering how they had just met, he had no problem using force to make a point.

Not that it would be much effort anyways.

[lyinglyth]

"Get on with it." She growled, refusing to meet his gaze and instead tipping her head back to stare at the ceiling, snapping her fingers twice and letting her hand fall to the empty space besides the chair, which was soon replaced with Comet pushing his head into her palm.

"Good dog." She breathed, running her fingers through his fur to distract herself from what was to come.

[corvidae-prince]

"Hold still, and bite onto something soft." Lloyd took a cloth and splashed it with the vodka, pressing it on the wound he began to wipe it clean. Ignoring any sound or squirm Lyth made, he continued with delicacy.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth hissed through clenched teeth, bringing her free hand to her mouth and biting the fleshy part of her palm, forcing herself to take long, slow breaths so she didn’t end up freaking out. She felt entirely out of control at the moment, which is a feeling she preferred not to have, but she sat as still as possible for him, opting to close her eyes now so her head could hang down, hair falling to cover her face.

[corvidae-prince]

"I said, hold still." Giving off a Lloyd sigh, Lloyd grabbed the needle and thread and began to get to work.

"This, this may hurt more. Depending on how you handle pain." Calming saying before he lifted the portion of his patch covering his eye for better vision, Lloyd started at the back of the wound.

Humming to himself, ignoring the sounds Lyth would make and occasionally holding her still with one hand when they moved to much.

[lyinglyth]

"I can manage fine-" She breathed, her defence cut short as the needle pierced her skin and sent a white hot pain through her abdomen, making a low groan rise from the back of her throat, somehow having someone else do this hurting for more then when she fixed herself, perhaps because she always did it drunk.

After a few more stitches she went into a sort of “off” mode, pushing away her thoughts and focusing on a single thing, which was a crack in her wall, and her struggle passed slowly until she could control her squirming, eyes blank and lacking emotion, though she still felt the pain, she’d rather look like she didn’t.

[corvidae-prince]

"Almost done." Lloyd effortlessly continued to stitch. He didn’t mind the scent of blood, though he remained calm and tried not to let it send him over.

Flashes of dead bodies would shoot through his mind. People in which he had killed. Yet here he was, doing the opposite. Sewing shut a wound instead of ripping further into it. When he was the prince he aimed to help others but only seemed to kill. Now his goal is to kill but here he is healing someone.

"And done." Lloyd let out a soft sigh, finished the sewing job. The stitch was clean, no open wound. No blood seeping through. Just skin and string.

"Don’t get up just yet. Wouldn’t want the stitching to come undone." He said as he covered his eye once again, pulling down the cloth back over it.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth didn’t respond at first, stare still as blank as it was before, but after a few seconds she suddenly looked up, visibly a bit groggy.

"Right, thanks" She responded, after pulling her finger out of her mouth, indents of her canines prominent in the skin. She reached besides her, fingers wrapping around the neck of the vodka bottle and bringing it towards her, drinking a mouthful before resting it on her thigh.

"Wish I could heal like you, I used to be fine, before Von’s bastards got to me, not only did I lose my leg cause of them, they they fucked with my body, replaced my damned heart for gods sake." She could still feel the stinging pain, but she was exhausted and felt he deserved some info about her after doing something like that.

"They ran over me you know? I was thirteen, I had dreams and shit like that." Taking another drink, she sighed, looking up at him.

"What’d they do to you?"

[corvidae-prince]

Lloyd looked back down at her, wanting to tell the whole story but thought it would just be a waste of words.

"They tried to play god, and burned for it." Coldly speaking, staring straight into Lyth’s eye without hesitation, no hints of sorrow or regret.

[lyinglyth]

"A story for another time then." She said between drinks, trying to see if the alcohol could make the pain low enough that she could try and sleep tonight.

"Hey, on the desk, there’s a pile of sticky notes, mind handing me that, and a pen?" She asked, slowly motioning to a pile of supplies.

"I’m gonna hear that story eventually, and I dong wanna go find another one of those marks or whatever just to talk to you, so I’ll give you my info, and hopefully one day I can repay for this, alright?" She said, giving a weak smile.

[corvidae-prince]

"Very well. Repay me in whatever way you deem necessary." Lloyd got up, gathering what was needed he returned to Lyth sitting down next to her.

"Any grudges against those who are born into their higher positions but simply cannot take action?"

[lyinglyth]

Taking the pen and paper, she began writing down her address, along with her cell and instructions on how to summon Comet if he ever needed to send her a package or something.

"Comet goes out during the day to retrieve anything my friends have hidden for me, once he knows your scent he can find anything and bring it back, useful huh? Good reason to have a police dog." She rambled as she handed the note back to him, settling back into the chair before answering him.

"I’m guessing you mean like people who want to help us but can’t?" She took a second to think, sighing heavily.

"I hold grudges against those who are ignorant to the things around them, and can’t tell that their God is wrong, I have plenty of people I know who weren’t able to help the cause for a long while, but if they ever get the chance to fight, and they don’t act, I might get a bit pissy, but I don’t know their problems, I suppose it all depends on situation really." Glancing at him, she gave him a once over.

"You asking for someone? Or yourself."

[corvidae-prince]

"Just asking in general. I was once them, now I am like you. Pity how quickly things can change." Grumbling on that last sentence, Lloyd took in a heavy breath, soon cracking his neck in a way that others would seem like an attempt to break it. Loud snapping sounds broke out from it.

[lyinglyth]

"Yeah, sure." Gripping the handles of the chair, she slowly pushed herself up to stand, her expression more annoyed the pained.

"So now that you've effectively saved my day or whatever, I'm probably going to sleep this off for a couple days." Leaning on the desk, she stared at her mattress that was on the other side of the room, wondering if it was worth it to hobble over there, or if she should just sleep on the desk chair.

"Where you off to now then? You have any other alleys to sit in tonight?"

[corvidae-prince]

Alleyways always provided the best protection, Lyth had learned this is the many years she had spent in the streets, and tonight wasn't the first time her blood had stained their concrete either surprisingly. Some guards decided it was a good time for some cyborg violence, and she had luckily been passing by, just her luck, she didn't even have a chance to fight back. She stumbled farther into the passage as she wiped the blood from her face, focusing on the graffiti to stop from fainting.

"You alright there?" A figure spoke from above the graffiti on the wall. Jumping down to meet Lyth without a problem, he rised to look them in the eye with his.

[corvidae-prince]

"Is that a nod for a ‘yes, help me’? Because either way, I’ll be the one doing the stitching." Lloyd glared into her eyes. His breathing still, face cold, and remained still as a statue. He wouldn’t let Lyth be a fool. And considering how they had just met, he had no problem using force to make a point.

Not that it would be much effort anyways.

[lyinglyth]

"Get on with it." She growled, refusing to meet his gaze and instead tipping her head back to stare at the ceiling, snapping her fingers twice and letting her hand fall to the empty space besides the chair, which was soon replaced with Comet pushing his head into her palm.

"Good dog." She breathed, running her fingers through his fur to distract herself from what was to come.

[corvidae-prince]

"Hold still, and bite onto something soft." Lloyd took a cloth and splashed it with the vodka, pressing it on the wound he began to wipe it clean. Ignoring any sound or squirm Lyth made, he continued with delicacy.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth hissed through clenched teeth, bringing her free hand to her mouth and biting the fleshy part of her palm, forcing herself to take long, slow breaths so she didn’t end up freaking out. She felt entirely out of control at the moment, which is a feeling she preferred not to have, but she sat as still as possible for him, opting to close her eyes now so her head could hang down, hair falling to cover her face.

[corvidae-prince]

"I said, hold still." Giving off a Lloyd sigh, Lloyd grabbed the needle and thread and began to get to work.

"This, this may hurt more. Depending on how you handle pain." Calming saying before he lifted the portion of his patch covering his eye for better vision, Lloyd started at the back of the wound.

Humming to himself, ignoring the sounds Lyth would make and occasionally holding her still with one hand when they moved to much.

[lyinglyth]

"I can manage fine-" She breathed, her defence cut short as the needle pierced her skin and sent a white hot pain through her abdomen, making a low groan rise from the back of her throat, somehow having someone else do this hurting for more then when she fixed herself, perhaps because she always did it drunk.

After a few more stitches she went into a sort of “off” mode, pushing away her thoughts and focusing on a single thing, which was a crack in her wall, and her struggle passed slowly until she could control her squirming, eyes blank and lacking emotion, though she still felt the pain, she’d rather look like she didn’t.

[corvidae-prince]

"Almost done." Lloyd effortlessly continued to stitch. He didn’t mind the scent of blood, though he remained calm and tried not to let it send him over.

Flashes of dead bodies would shoot through his mind. People in which he had killed. Yet here he was, doing the opposite. Sewing shut a wound instead of ripping further into it. When he was the prince he aimed to help others but only seemed to kill. Now his goal is to kill but here he is healing someone.

"And done." Lloyd let out a soft sigh, finished the sewing job. The stitch was clean, no open wound. No blood seeping through. Just skin and string.

"Don’t get up just yet. Wouldn’t want the stitching to come undone." He said as he covered his eye once again, pulling down the cloth back over it.

[lyinglyth]

Lyth didn’t respond at first, stare still as blank as it was before, but after a few seconds she suddenly looked up, visibly a bit groggy.

"Right, thanks" She responded, after pulling her finger out of her mouth, indents of her canines prominent in the skin. She reached besides her, fingers wrapping around the neck of the vodka bottle and bringing it towards her, drinking a mouthful before resting it on her thigh.

"Wish I could heal like you, I used to be fine, before Von’s bastards got to me, not only did I lose my leg cause of them, they they fucked with my body, replaced my damned heart for gods sake." She could still feel the stinging pain, but she was exhausted and felt he deserved some info about her after doing something like that.

"They ran over me you know? I was thirteen, I had dreams and shit like that." Taking another drink, she sighed, looking up at him.

"What’d they do to you?"

[corvidae-prince]

Lloyd looked back down at her, wanting to tell the whole story but thought it would just be a waste of words.

"They tried to play god, and burned for it." Coldly speaking, staring straight into Lyth’s eye without hesitation, no hints of sorrow or regret.

[lyinglyth]

"A story for another time then." She said between drinks, trying to see if the alcohol could make the pain low enough that she could try and sleep tonight.

"Hey, on the desk, there’s a pile of sticky notes, mind handing me that, and a pen?" She asked, slowly motioning to a pile of supplies.

"I’m gonna hear that story eventually, and I dong wanna go find another one of those marks or whatever just to talk to you, so I’ll give you my info, and hopefully one day I can repay for this, alright?" She said, giving a weak smile.

[corvidae-prince]

"Very well. Repay me in whatever way you deem necessary." Lloyd got up, gathering what was needed he returned to Lyth sitting down next to her.

"Any grudges against those who are born into their higher positions but simply cannot take action?"

[lyinglyth]

Taking the pen and paper, she began writing down her address, along with her cell and instructions on how to summon Comet if he ever needed to send her a package or something.

"Comet goes out during the day to retrieve anything my friends have hidden for me, once he knows your scent he can find anything and bring it back, useful huh? Good reason to have a police dog." She rambled as she handed the note back to him, settling back into the chair before answering him.

"I'm guessing you mean like people who want to help us but can't?" She took a second to think, sighing heavily.

"I hold grudges against those who are ignorant to the things around them, and can't tell that their God is wrong, I have plenty of people I know who weren't able to help the cause for a long while, but if they ever get the chance to fight, and they don't act, I might get a bit pissy, but I don't know their problems, I suppose it all depends on situation really." Glancing at him, she gave him a once over.

"You asking for someone? Or yourself."