Myrstrarkia

She had worked so hard to get here, to finally achieve her goal- Justicra. The Capital of Benjlakk, and a personal place for her- this is where her one sided crush went to, and she had done everything, all the hard work, reading her father’s notes and re-reading them over and over to understand them personally. To make her own theories, all that effort; despite always being a few steps behind her prodigal father. It was so tiresome, so exhausting, but it was necessary, if she wanted to support Benjamin from the shadows; and she was accepted as an intern to join the Benjlakki Mecha Development Team, even though, personally, she enjoyed helping with the actual weaponry and rifles much more than anything else.

She had finally made it after years and years. So, why, exactly, was Lilira Nonora gazing lazily at a drug deal?

“Shouldn’t be here.” She muttered, disinterestedly, eaves dropping just barely out of sight. “I’m going to be late for the tertiary interview.”

Of course, she had the prototype for the x-14 Wrist Plasma Cannon, but she already figured out a few of the flaws, scratching out the equation and the internal connectors, as well as trying to figure out a way to add a stronger focusing lens at the tip, and to minimize the ‘drift’ of each shot. It had potential, definitely, but there were some things she couldn’t quite get right. That was going to be the main thing for the interview; to get professional help in the makings and planning of it. And plus, she lacked the materials to build it in the first place. Not much of that stuff in Fertannin, after all.

“Gah, I’m so stupid…” She tried to think it through. Increasing variable X would lessen drift, but on the other hand, it would lower variables y and z by correlation, and that has one of three possibly outcomes. The weapon could just not fire, for one, because the transmission between the core and the prodder would be neutral. The weapon might also explode, because the transmission between the core and the prodder would be inversed. But if she balanced it just right, the drift would be minimized with only a little decrease on power, as well as less reload time as a side benefit. But beyond this theorizing, Lilira couldn’t figure out what to do at all, and cursed her own idiocy.

Lilira once again turned back to the drug deal, the dealer asking where’s the money, violently, threateningly, while the poor slob was desperately trying to come up with excuses as for why he didn’t have it, silly stupid reasons, but he said he’d pay him back everything and more, but he needs his fix; his ambrosia right now. Lilira, well, she hoped it wouldn’t get violent, but it wasn’t like she could turn away. She had a small beam handgun, just in case… not that she’d fire it, of course, but she could try to stem the situation as much as possible.

Heh, as if. I’d be too scared to move.

She buckled back down on her notes and scrap papers, digging through for maybe a rare bit of insight, until the idea popped into her head.

What if variable x wasn’t the problem at all? Reversing the polarization and maybe switching out the transmitter for a Golon Z Series 1200, giving it a slight top-down angle when firing, radically changing variable z to the point that the plasma would be piercing, rather than spreading; the projectile staying intact a bit longer. Would that wo- no. No, of course not. The focusing lens would burn out after a few shots, making the A.I worthless, unable to see and make minute adjustments. She’d also have to change the trigger format, and the safety to different positions, and thus the weapon wouldn’t fit as a wrist armament for non-mecha warfare. Still, this was ridiculously entertaining for her, and she felt almost sad at the prospect that she’d have to stop with the weaponry research and focus specifically in mecha, a very different science. And, she saw that the deal finished peaceably as well, the dealer allowing the buyer his fix, as long as he paid triple for next week.

If variable x is the problem, how does she ensure the ideal situation plays out, with only minimal changes to z and y, for the perfect, third outcome? If variable x isn’t the issue, then the polarization might have to change completely, and upsetting variable z, as well as the balance between the prodder and transmitter. If both of those are wrong… maybe the receiver was put in a less-than-ideal spot to carry the charge from the core to the barrel? But how would that fix the drift issue, moving it forwards would only change variable x slightly, not enough for the effect she’s looking for.

Still, she headed to the science building quickly now, knowing she was probably going to be late.

[Ignore, sorry. Moving post to correct place.]

Catrina stood at attention he eyes staying on Zechariah until he began talking about introducing a new member to the squad. This was just about the time that he eyes began to drift down to the ground, her thoughts on different things, and her mind in a completely different place. any words after this she did not register, and she most likely would not acknowledged it. Softly did she hum a tune to herself as she stood in this position. She was half tempted to just stand like a normal person, or sit on the ground, but it was then that she snapped out of it and a male was walking to Zechariah's side and began to introduce himself. Quirking an eyebrow slightly she listened to him, straightening her back as she listened to him explain himself to them. "Welcome Vance," She mumbled under her breath. She took a quick glance around her area, hoping no one heard her speak. Yet she still didn't have all of the rules and if speaking-while at ease or what ever this was- was frowned upon.

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May's face was shoved in a blue fluffy pillow. Her hands gripped both sides of her pillow tightly and tried her best to ignore the knocking at her door. This was ridiculous, can't a girl just get some sleep? No apparently not because she was a soldier and apparently soldiers get up way too early in the morning... wait was it even that early. May groaned a bit loudly, sitting up and pushing the mess of hair out of her face. Literally kicking the blanket off her bed she stretched, letting out a loud yawn. She had not really heard what he had said do to her loud yawn. "Who is it? You know I don't care come in," She said tiredly, and thought about it for a moment. Glancing down at her sleepwear she shook her head, "Wait no never mind don't come in. I'll be out in a second." She announced finally as she slipped out of bed and onto her slightly unsteady feet.

Glancing down at her sleepwear she sighed then nodded once. Shorts that go only an inch over the knees, a pink tank top, and little slippers. Oh yeah totally professional and not girl at all. May walked over to where her clothes were and began to look through to find her outfit. Suddenly remembering where she put them she hurried over to where her uniform was and pick everything up. Walking over to a mirror with the items in her hands she looked at herself carefully. Yes she took a shower last night, but she still felt like she needed another one. Having a complete debate in her head she finally shook her head, and rushed to her bathroom where she closed the door and quickly changed into her uniform. Grumbling as she exited the bathroom, tugging at the uncomfortable piece of clothing.

May walked from her bathroom, throwing her sleepwear onto her bed just before taking her pistol from the place of easy access for when she is asleep and also a place that is hidden so that no one could find it unless they really looked for it. Tucking the pistol into her holster she finally opened the door and stepped out. Looking around she ignored Aaron for a split second. Noticing Kyle she waved at him once before looking away and rolling her eyes. She stood there, fidgeting with her long hair, and hair band that was around her wrist as she waited for some kind of command or for someone to give her something interesting to do.

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Clarissa the angel messed with her white hair, tugging on the obnoxious dress that reached the floor completely. She stood before her superiors who had once talked to their superior about a certain mission that they felt Clarissa could fulfill. Clarissa stood there looking at them carefully as she tried to decide if she actually wanted to take this mission, or job as many would call it. "Clarissa Monety!" One angel boomed, flinging there long finger at her. "You have been set to take care of a job away from here down in a place called Myrstarkia. You will stop a brewing war, this war has been going on for many years and it must come to an end. Help the people of this place, help them find peace, and you will be rewarded greatly." They had not explained how she would be rewarded greatly but Clarissa nodded in agreement and she sighed softly. "I will take care of it, don't you worry." She explained to the higher angels. They nodded before disappearing. Clarissa stood there for a moment, thinking before she thought of the place, and before she knew it she teleported there behind a grimy building. Slowly did she began to walk from behind the building and start down a pathway. She wasn't exactly sure where she was going, but it wouldn't be long before she knew what exactly was going on and where exactly she was going.

Karen Lunaria Metargo whimsically opened her eyes as she laid in the hotel bedroom bed. She gently patted the spot next to her expecting to feel her husband’s body but he was not there. She only felt the cool fluff of the soft mattress beside her. “Saul must have gotten up already.” She said quietly to herself as she arose from her place on the bed. The wore a long silky night gown that flowed elegantly as she walked.

There she found Saul seated at his desk. He must have been preparing for the summit. Karen knew that Saul liked to wake up early in the mornings. Karen honestly preferred the night time. It was quieter at night and all seemed at peace when everyone was asleep in bed. Karen stood behind the seated Saul and leaned over to give him a kiss on the cheek. “Morning my love.” Karen said gently.

“I hope you are at ease about today? I believe all will go as it should.” Karen said with a peaceful smile.

Scoar dressed himself in his black tux. He didn't like to wear any sort of medals or anything flashy, for he believed a man isn't judged by those things. Though they do represent the things he's done he didn't feel like he needed proof. All he needed was his own memories. He reached down in his pocket to make sure that his glasses case was in there in a position so that they wouldn't be crushed. Looking at himself in the mirror he gave a sigh before exiting his room.

He then proceeded to the area where his family was planned to meet up. Just catching the last of his fathers words he sucked on his teeth. "Pfft. A man like that doesn't deserve to rule over Metargo. It should be like the old days when the king would rule his people and fight with them. I wonder when things got the way they are now, when the royal family are considered underlings of a pathetic man who sends his people to war and hide while they do his dirty work." He calmly said in not an angry tone, but a disjointed one. He fixed his suits cuffs a litrle. "I'm sorry father. I don't mean to say you are an underling, it's just that... I think you deserve to be the one that leads Metargo and makes all the calls."

He went to his mother and hugged her. "Sorry for not addressing you first mother." He said softly before turning to his sister. "Hey sis." He said with a smile. "Are we almost ready to part father?"

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Cain arrived at the assigned location. It didn't take him that long on his bike. He walked into the building and was face to face with a man standing there with a cigarette in his mouth.

"You know that those are bad for you right?" He said.

"So is being caught with enough lead power to blow half of someones head off from twenty kilometers away." The man said blowing out a breath of smoke.

Cain gave the man a smirk. "True. Here," He threw the keys to his bike at the guy. "It's yours until we get back to Metargo."

The man gave an excited laugh. "Oh my. I can't wait to make her scream."He smiled.

Both men walked passed each other before stopping with about a foot of distance away from their backs. Cain stopped because he knew the man was going to have more to say.
"Remember. If they ask you where you're from. You say nothing other than...."
"I know. I was sent to kill King Metargo. I've played behind enemy lines before. You just make sure you don't scratch my bike."

The man chuckled and walked out the building, Leaving Cain to get to work. After feeling the familiar suction of his masked being place on his face, he walked upstairs to get a layout of everything. The rifle was made from Mysticara, the scope was a Benjlakk exclusive and the bullets were of course from Metargo. Each of the five post, had some type of rotation so that the only one that goes down in case of failure was Cain. Of course, that's why he wore a mask. He had thousands of escape routes planned. In truth however, whether he was caught or not didn't really matter.
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Axl sat down at his favorite Cafe in the district. He was eagerly awaiting the outcome of this little meeting. He took a sip of black coffee and left ready to head to the library area. It would be nice to read a good book to pass the time.

Karen Lunaria Metargo

Karen could see worry and despair overtaking Saul. "Assuming the Mysticaran officials even listen to our side of it, along with Parliament actually approving whatever motion towards peace that is given once we arrive home. That is the sad reality of politics: it is often run by emotions rather than logic; by ignorance and stereotypes instead of understanding and knowledge. The Mysticaran Federation's Head Councilor, Marcus Pericles, the first elf to be elected to that office, has seen more combat and destruction than any of us can hope to perceive, given his naturally long lifespan that comes with being an elf. He is desperate to put a stop to the harm towards the natural environment, little realizing that these things take time. It has already taken generations to solve several crises, and it would likely take generations more to resolve the dilemma with the habitat. As for our Prime Minister, Romano Lopez, well, we already know how nationalistic he is. If only I could hang my rifle and pistol as souvenirs instead of using them in warfare at Parliament's behest."

Karen let out a gentle sigh. She hated to see him so down. Yet she understood the weight of the task before him. Such a burden would put out some of the most vigorous flames of hope. Karen knew that Saul was growing tired of the lack of progress. She had to admit herself that things seemed to be getting worse in the political arena. But what Karen worried more about was her family’s endurance throughout all of this turmoil. Before Karen could respond she heard the voice of her son Scoar.

"Pfft. A man like that doesn't deserve to rule over Metargo. It should be like the old days when the king would rule his people and fight with them. I wonder when things got the way they are now, when the royal family are considered underlings of a pathetic man who sends his people to war and hide while they do his dirty work." He calmly said in not an angry tone, but a disjointed one. He fixed his suits cuffs a litrle. "I'm sorry father. I don't mean to say you are an underling, it's just that... I think you deserve to be the one that leads Metargo and makes all the calls."

He went to his mother and hugged her. "Sorry for not addressing you first mother." He said softly before turning to his sister. "Hey sis." He said with a smile. "Are we almost ready to part father?"

Karen returned her son’s embrace. She wish he and his father could understand one another better. Scoar was always inside his own thoughts, as if he was in some distant land. Karen always felt herself wishing she could rescue him from such a seemingly lonely place. She looked him in the eyes and gave a nurturing smile, “Please try to understand your father’s plight Scoar. Things are very complex these days and your father needs our strength to help him fight the battle of the heart.” Karen spoke with wisdom and grace.

She then knelt down so that her eyes were level with the seated Saul. “What you said is true my darling, a sad truth indeed. However we must keep our hope alive, even if but an ember. We might not be able to put our weapons down just yet, but if we surrender our hearts to peace now our hands will follow suit. Even those that we consider enemies with someday know us as friends.” Karen rose to her feet once more. She turned around and headed for the wardrobe. “I must hurry and get dressed. It impolite to keep the others waiting. A queen should be prompt and I’m a bad example today.” Karen giggled as she stood quickly deciding what she was to wear. She hoped to bring a more positive note into the morning’s atmosphere.

Scoar waited patiently for his father and mother to come after him before leaving the hallway for the exit. The first one to show was of course his dad. Watching them, one would think that Scoar was one of the guards for the family because of the way he dressed. The man wore neither medals of war, nor did he wear any of the royal clothing as opposed to his father who was dressed in his finest wear's. If it wasn't for the resemblance, no would have guessed that he was the son of such a respectable man. In truth Scoar loved his father, even though it may seem like he was trying to outplay him to some people. Deep down inside he just wanted to be able to live up to his fathers name and maybe one day become an even greater leader than him.

As his father walked towards him. "Again father," He said, "I'm sorry for my outburst." He had his head slightly bent in forgiveness when a touch on his shoulder caused him to look up. "I know you are trying to prove yourself, Scoar, but we already know you are capable.” The king said to his son. “Is it not that which counts?”
It seemed even his own father understood how he was really feeling, which gave Scoar a small fragment of relief, but, what did he mean by that. If that doesn't count then what does? He decided to ask him later.
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Even with about three movements of sun remaining before the king would take his seat, Cain stayed in his stance staring down the scope pass the lines of buildings and alleys, towards the kings chair at the meeting place. His rifle was of course on safe and his finger off the trigger. He was like a statue, moving for nothing, not even an itch. Only his ear twitched when he heard a faint sound of an explosion of some sort. He didn't think it was a big deal, but decided to check in anyway. He grabbed his communicator and called the prince.
"Cain?" Scoar's voice answered.
"Yeah. Are you okay?"
"Uh-huh. Why, whats up?"
"Nothing I heard an explosion. Must just be training exercises. No big deal."
"Oh... Okay. Hey."
"Yeah?"
"Having fun?" The prince asked sarcastically.
"Are you trying to pick a fight?"
"Haha. Well It seems your calling me because you're bored."
"Whatever. I have to continue preparing for today. We'll talk later." Cain said hanging up on his end. Cain and Scoar were friends since they've been kids. Of course he would be worried if the explosion was near him, but he had to admit it. He was bored.
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Scoar finished the call and turned to his father. "Hehe. That was Cain. It seems there is some training going on and he was worried about me." He said with a light smile on his face.
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Axl made his way towards his next location. He really did enjoy reading. There was something calm about it. Surely it must have been the quietness or the fact that he could empty his mind of his unclear thoughts. He stared at the sky as he walked. 'The sky seems to be enjoying its freedom. I'm envious'
So, he kept on walking, looking for another place wait until he could make his move. His steps seemed to slip up a bit as he bumped his shoulders past a small woman who looked be at least three years younger than him. He quickly turned around lightly easing his scowl.
"I'm sorry Miss. I should watch where I'm going." He said as he turned to walk back in the direction of the library. He was alot of things, but rude was not one of them. At least, he'd like to think that.

Lilira woke up feeling disoriented and oddly at ease. Her eyes were open, but, she couldn't well see at all. Was she blindfolded? Actually blinded? She had no idea... but she had the feeling that wherever she was, it was dark. Incredibly dark. Panic rose in her mind as she remembered being grabbed from behind, and having a cloth forced onto her mouth. Not hearing anyone really around, she figured she might have gotten lucky; they might be out right now, whoever her kidnappers were. The young girl gulped hard. Kidnappers. She was kidnapped. And that was a terrifying prospect... because if she didn't somehow get herself out, well, she'd be at the mercy of whoever was behind this. And she'd be helpless to their every whim. It's not as if she didn't know what happened to girls that randomly disappeared- oftentimes sold into slavery of the worst kind, or even just raped and killed outright. And she knew no one would probably even know she had disappeared until it was too late. So as anyone would do, she tried to move her limbs, and immediately felt resistance. She also felt a breeze in her nether regions- she was probably completely naked. Lilira blushed hard and almost started crying right then- she had wanted to save her body, even just seeing it, for Benjamin! No one else... but now, they had seen, whoever attacked her; and she wasn't pure anymore. Dirty. Sullied with just a glance. And for all she knew, what if they'd already done it while she was unconscious?

Her mouth was incredibly dry, and she felt that something had been forced into it, and tied down. So talking was obviously out of the question. And she was tied uncomfortably tight and stretched out, so she couldn't very well move either.

She really was completely helpless. Giving up, Lily let out a bit of a sob, and heard snide laughter somewhere ahead of her. And before she knew it, she felt something sharp slash against her body- quick and hard, leaving harsh stinging welts. The pain was worse than anything she'd ever felt before, and tried to scream against the gag, to no avail. She thrashed as she heard the crack of the whip, this time snaking around her waist before recoiling back to whoever had hit her with it. Her body danced to the tune of the whip, with each crack, a more desperate struggle to escape began. Saliva built up around the gag, dripping down; she felt the liquid fall onto her left foot with a sickening plop.

Is this how they broke the minds of the girls first? Beat all the resistance out of them? And why use such crude weapons, surely there were better ways of causing pain, like connecting electrodes to her body, or something. This was barbaric and brutish- but perhaps the knowledge that this sort of thing would most definitely leave marks is something that adds even more of a psychologically damaging effect, particular for girls. She shuddered, feeling her skin break at the next strike, and blood starting to slowly ooze out of the cut on her hip. And she couldn't tell how long the whipping lasted, only that she was fading in and out of consciousness by the time they were done, and undid her gag. Trembling, she couldn't even summon words, despite knowing that her mouth was free for use now.

It was a tense silence, and Lilira could feel the men's gazes upon her, even though she couldn't see. Maybe three or four of them were there, depending on their breathing styles and smells. The helpless girl vainly struggled again before letting out a pathetic mewl of pain; still feeling the echoes of the beats all over her body.

"Wh-what.. do you want?" She managed to say weakly. She was already exhausted, and she had a feeling that the torment hadn't even begun yet. "Why are you doing this?"

There was a cruel chorus of laughter before she felt another slash of the whip against her sensitive flesh, shrieking aloud this time; her voice echoing against the walls of the room. It was most likely soundproofed, just in case there was anyone around.

"You won't get away with this." She muttered, trying to sound tough. Instead, her shaking voice and the hint of tears hiding underneath only made her seem even smaller and weaker than she already did.

This time she heard footsteps, and Lilira instinctively flinched into herself, before feeling the rough gloved grasp of a hand against her throat. It was menacing, and then the free hand of the man slapped her roughly against the cheek. The pain paled when compared to that of the whip, but the loss of dignity was still there. Still, they hadn't touched her in those spots yet... if it really were about the sex trade, they'd clearly have done it already. So it was something else... maybe a ransom? Her father was rich, after all, for being one of the most renown researchers. And men in need of money wouldn't really be able to afford more sophisticated means of torture.

"If you want.. if you want money, um, just let me call my dad, so-"

Another slap. More laughter. Her cheek burned with shame this time. So it wasn't for money. Then, perhaps, an interrogation? Was that it? But Benjlakk was neutral, wasn't it, why would there be an interrogation? The only thing she really knew about was mecha and weaponry tech. And the only people interested in learning this information would probably be agents from Metargo or Mysticara.

"Metargo." She hissed quietly. "If it's what I think it is, I won't tell you anything."

More laughter. This time, she was patted on the head, almost lovingly, before receiving a sharp kick to the gut. Lilira spluttered and coughed as she tried to regain her breath, but remained defiant as best as she could. There's no way she'd betray her country. Or, more importantly, there's no way she'd do anything to hurt Ben. If all she had to do was survive this ordeal without breaking, she'd do it, right? She'd prove that she could, and maybe Ben would notice her then.

A girl can hope, right?

"Nice guess." The gruff voice sounded uncomfortably close to her ear. "You finally got it right, Miss Nonora."

"You'd be just as successful killing me." She spat at him after gathering saliva. "You can't make me talk..."

"A spirited girl!" More laughter, oppressive and dark. "We're gonna have some fun, Miss Nonora. We do hope you're prepared..."

Just hold out long enough for Ben to find her, her numb mind repeated as the whippings started up again, once again gagged and deprived of the right to scream. Just endure it until people notice she's missing and save her. That's all she had to do. Not too hard, right?

Karen had finished getting prepared for the day’s events. She exited the hotel room and embraced Saul. “Dear, I know it’s still a little early so I would like to have a look around before the big meeting. I don’t need an escort. I’ll be fine. I know you have other things to do. And please don’t fret over the upcoming meeting, you’ll be just fine.” Karen gave her husband a peck on the cheek and walked gracefully off down the hallway.

She headed outside to find a beautiful courtyard. The morning sky was beautiful. The sky was still slightly dark and there were still traces of stars. The sun was rising all at the same time. Karen smiled as she took in the atmosphere.



She witnessed several flying Mechas shooting across the sky. The gust created by them made Karen’s gown billow elegantly in the wind. They were jet mechas practicing for the conference concert that would take place after the conference. Typically a popular singer would headline several songs for the evening while the flashiest military jets from each represented nation would give pretty flight demonstration. Karen enjoyed the show usually. She just hopped that the conference preceding the show would yield positive results.

“If only the nations could find the peace of the stars.” She said to the wind as she pondered.

Sicari

In the early morning hours, before the sun was even up, Sicari was out training. She started with the physical, pushing herself in the twilight hours to run harder, move faster, and jump higher. Extremely gifted observers might notice the lupine shape of the Lieutenant as she climbed walls and jumped stealthily from roof to roof. Where most humans would have had trouble seeing or moving in the semi-darkness, Sicari felt at home. Her canine-like eyes reflected extra light into her pupils and the morning light from the almost risen sun was almost like full daylight to her.

As the sun rose, she changed her training routine to the magical. She had gotten herself quite lost by free-running across the unfamiliar city. But she was not worried. She cast a special divination spell and said simply, "Bring me back." Just like that, a misty trail of bluish white appeared at her feet and led through the city. She was certain that the spell only affected her as it led her back to where the Mysticaran's were. Her limited concentration was pushed to its limits and she was both physically and mentally drained when the spell finally reached the end of its limit.

It was still fairly early in the morning when the spell finally led the ex-Caninisian back. She cracked her neck as she entered to see Gracchus pouring coffee. With him were Agathe and Machara. Sicari saluted to the captain and nodded to the others. "Private, Corporal." She stated simply.

As she sat down at the table she still towered over the others sitting there. "I hope I'm not too late." She said, knowing full well she was early. "When will the Chieftain and the Head Councilor arrive?" She asked, waving away the offer of coffee.

Karen Lunaria Metargo

Karen overheard voices nearby. She slowly turned around to see Aaron, Kyle and Beathas. She smiled having heard their conversation about the minorities of the Mysticara and Elvera nations. Karen knew the feeling because she was technically a minority of Metargo as a magic user. Metargo wasn’t known for prominence in magic use but magic users have run in the Lunaria family line for generations. She approached group.

“You know, I’m technically a minority of Metargo.” Karen said innocently. She turned to greet the group including her daughter. “Hello sweet heart. I didn’t realize that you were coming here.” She said to Berhas with a smile.

Karen smirked at Aaron and Kyle, “I thought I told Saul I didn’t need an escort?” Karen asked sarcastically.

Everything, really, was pretty dull. It was hard to focus- the world kept on blinking in and out of color; half the time seeming all varying shades of grey, other times vibrant reds and purples sprang to life, even though she was in a dark dungeon, as far as she was concerned. Everything hurt. But, then again, sometimes she was granted with a blissful numb feeling thrughout her battered and broken body; where the only sensation there was was the blood dripping down, drop by drop.

How long had it been going on? Hours? Days? Maybe even years, just trapped in her spiraling fledgling mind. For a while, she had buried herself deep in happy memories of the days when she was with Ben, back in Southeast Fertannin; the days where they just played around and had fun together, even with the age difference. It was so natural how well they meshed together, how idyllic life was at the time. The only stress to have was education, or maybe how to beat this video game, or how to prank each other in silly ways- one of the best pranks Lilira had done was plaster his face to a busty curvaceous swimsuit model and plaster it all over the boys bathrooms- it might have been a little extreme, but the reaction was priceless. But that was also the last trick she could play on him, before he went and decided to play army and leave her alone in the dust.

So... possibly, but indirectly, could it be Ben's fault that she's in this current situation? If he never joined the army, and just stayed around, perhaps some tender and young feelings could have blossomed between them... perhaps things could have worked out for the best, in that regard. Maybe everything could have been as perfect as those past days were. It was too late anyways, wasn't it? And it's not worth being resentful for such an indirect attempt at blame- if Ben knew what was happening, he'd come save her in a heart beat, wouldn't he?

But that's not to say it was all bad. Of course not; if it wasn't for Ben enlisting, Lily would never have found what she was good at in life, after all. She'd have lived her life as a mundane person, never really being able to accomplish anything significant. Just another one of the masses. But although she's not as brilliant as her father, she's capable of holding her ground, isn't she? She can help out; do some good for Benjlakk, right? And make the people around of her proud...

A swift kick to the side woke her up- Lilira, in a pain-filled daze found herself free from that cross, and now simply chained to the wall, the cuffs heavy on her wrists and the links pressing down on her powerless body. There was one man this time, looking angry, but also looking more official than her other tormentors. More... civilized Less brutish? She couldn't really put a finger on it, but she didn't really have to, anyways. He was the one in charge.

"You've had enough rest, already." The Officer spat; saliva dribbling down the lacerated skin. Lilira shivered as she looked down and felt the sting of the lash-wounds; tender tissue exposed to biting air. It was time to try and figure out more about the enemy, Lilira thought. She tested the strength in her limbs and knew that she wouldn't be able to take much more torture. The aches in the back of her mind indicated that that too, was slowly degrading. She might very well go insane if this lasts too long.

"Considering Beathas's personality..." A harsh cough as the officer kicked her again, looking, if possible, angrier for using her name so casually. "Heh... well. You guys aren't doing this as an order, or anything, I bet."

Thoughts spun through her mind as she went over the options, eventually deciding on the most likely.

"Extremist Nationalists." She smirked as best as she could and scoffed at the Officer. "The most... brutish... of people, right?"

The pain of the next flurry of kicks were nothing compared to the sweet sense of victory in her mind. And, as it turned out, she figured out the man's weakness too. Now, perhaps, if she could figure things out, maybe manipulate him into releasing her-

Electricity charged through the chains coiled around her as the press of a button, and her body jumped up rigidly as the current surged through her; flesh burning at the rush of energy. Though she didn't have enough energy to scream, she would have. Her entire body seared and twitched as an aftermath, and she lay breathless as a hump of pain and agony, in that corner.

"Had enough, bitch?" The Officer screamed in her face, getting too close and too personal for her likes. "We got a smartass here, don't we? Well, let's see you smart ass about this!"

He pressed the button again. And the more her body jerked around from the shocks, the more he'd press it until she passed out from the pain a second time. This time it took a sharp kick to the crotch to get the girl to snap awake again, mewling and crying. From what the Officer could see; the girl had finally broken; glossed over eyes begging for mercy; for forgiveness. And she would receive none. The officer shocked her a few more times before restarting the interrogation, asking her everything that needed to be known about Benjlakk's weaponry and Mechas. And the girl was helpless, instantly giving him all the information he asked for. And just for sick sadistic pleasure, he asked her many more intimate... personal details, and she gave those as well. Her mind was putty in his hands now.

Good thing too, the Officer figured, looking at the bonesaw in the corner of the room. If she had held out any longer, he'd have to resort to cutting her limbs off one by one. He almost wished he could have. In any case, started preparing the tech implant to truly make her theirs.

In the deep recesses of Lilira Nonora, the tiniest part of her left there hoped that Ben would understand her treason.

Catrina sighed softly, looking around momentarily. It wasn't until Benjamin spoke that she snapped out of her tiny daze and looked over at him. She stared at him, lips in a tight line as she listened to him. When he became angry and yelled she couldn't help but to jump. Catrina cleared her throat and messed with her red hair, waiting for him to make his move or to give her instructions on what they were to do. It was then that Benjamin got a message on his communication disk, and that she began to mess with her handgun which had already been placed on stun. After they talked he informed her about how they needed to go ahead and begin to look for the captives. "Alright, lets go then." Catrina responded finally, her voice trembling a little.

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May sighed softly, staying by Kyle's side as he spoke about how he rarely gets sleep. She nodded and gave him a small sympathetic look for a second. Upon spotting the King she became very much serious as she approached the King. She listened to the conversation that went on between Kyle and the King. Never once did she say a word or even give an indication that she felt even the little bit sorry for Kyle and what happened to his sister. It was true, she could feel sympathy towards someone, and while part of her wanted to cry and hug Kyle for what happened to him the other part of her forced her to stay almost as serious as possible as if she had heard this story a million times before.

After the conversation she rolled her eyes as Kyle decided that he was going to go get the Queen who was supposed to be in the garden. May began to gently chew on her bottom lip until Kyle was no longer in sight. May glanced over at the King and gave him a gentle smile. "Good morning your majesty. How did you sleep last night?" She asked finally in an attempt to make some kind of conversation with the King. She shifted once from one foot to the other.

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Clarissa shrugged when a male bumped into her. "No worries sir," She mentioned politely. She stopped monetarily, thinking for a split second about where he could possibly be going. Maybe he could tell her more about this area. That one feline woman seemed to be in a bit of a rush so she had doubted she could get a couple of questions in. Maybe this male might know more about this area or could be going some where that would be helpful to her. Once she could barley see him she gently pushed by people, trailing ever so slightly behind him until she saw... what was it... a library? Perfect. She grinned as she practically floated into the library. Clarissa smoothed her dress down as she entered the library and began walking around. She completely forgot about the individual whom of which she had bumped into and had lead her to this wonderful place. Clarissa made her way around the library, looking at several books, and even scanning ever now and then through a couple of them that looked even a bit interesting or appealing to her.

((Pardon my posting right after another post, but I forgot to put in Sarxas' part and the post above is long enough as it is. EDIt: I shoul;d have put Benjlakk as the place, but oh well.))

Sarxas remained beside the door to Diplomacy Hall, even after all the officials entered while the festival’s events began. She had a nice conversation with her brother, though. She has not seen Willkarta in person for quite some time, and this was a pleasant surprise. However, the Tiger Feliniri immigrant did not forget about the scent she picked up earlier. Making sure someone took over guard duty while she was away from the door, Sarxas followed that scent up to the roof of a building, where she spotted a sniper aiming at Diplomacy Hall.

She immediately pulled out her plasma handgun and shouted, "Hold it right there, assassin!" Sarxas was swift to tell herself that was a bad choice of words, since the scent of excessive sweat indicated he had to be holding that pose longer than a regular human would. Afterwards, she grabbed the rifle the man was holding and examined it. The barrel’s of Mysticaran make? Firearms from the Mysticaran Federation are extremely rare, making this type of rifle expensive. Furthermore, is that a Benjlakki sniper scope on the rifle? Surely, he is either a major mercenary, or worse, a nationalist from one of the foreign countries.

She used her Feliniri strength to break the firearm in half, prior to turning her attention back towards the masked man. It was then she noticed the mask. A Ghost survivor? Crud… No wonder he had a weapon like that… “Now, listen…” Sarxas did not finish what she was saying, because once a butterfly appeared in front of her, her eyes focused on it as a kitten’s would. The moment she spotted a group of birds on the same roof she and the man were on, was when she playfully pounced on them, giggling as they flew off. Of course, she quickly realized she let her guard down and got back up in case he tried to pull anything. What was strange was, despite the brief opportunity, the man neither run nor attacked.

Flustered and agitated, she asked, “W-what are you doing here, Ghost?” The conversation was cut short when she received a message from Zechariah about commencing a rescue operation. Great… as if things couldn’t get any worse… Setting her plasma handgun to stun, she told the man, “I’ve no idea what your intention was, but right now, there are hostages to rescue from two different groups of people! You best hope I don’t spot you doing anything like you just did again!” She leapt off the roof and sprinted towards the destination after completing her warning.

The time seemed to pass as Scoar entered the Diplomacy hall with his father. He watched patiently as each representative said their peace and seemed to have the same type of migraine. Almost as if it was contagious the young man almost felt like messaging his crown as well, but held back. In truth, he cared not for a single word anyone had to say. In the end, they were all stating facts that the other parties knew already. His eyes slowly surveyed the room. Seemed like he wasn't the only one who was here apart from an actual rep. In that case, Cain could have been here in person himself. Though, he wasn't officially part of their military unit either, at least not on paper. Still, it would have been nice to know who could come and who couldn't.
Upon scanning the room he felt his eyes stop on a woman on the side of the Mysticaran party. It was a strange feeling that he hadn't had before. Why is it that he felt like looking at her even longer. No. Now wasn't the time to be gawking at a woman. He turned his head to his cuffed hands and slowly raised his right hand to message the bridge of his nose.
This has to be some kind of weird magic. Never has my face heated when gazing on a woman.
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Cain laid sprawled in his stance and finally gave a sigh of relief. The meeting was starting. Yes it did give him something to feel anxious about having a gun sighted on his kings head, but he knew it was just for protection. Just as it seemed everything was going well he heard footsteps and a yell.
"Hold it right there, assassin!"

With the sound of a drawn weapon Cain slowly rose up. He turned around to face a person...er animal.....cat person? He has never seen someone like her before. She must have been from another land that he had yet to go.

“Now, listen…” The woman said right before being distracted by a butterfly of all things. She was open to an attack. He could kill her and continue his mission. No. He wasn't a killer anymore. He didn't want to be a killer anymore. Instead he stayed as still as a sculpture and watched this rather amusing sight.

“W-what are you doing here, Ghost?” She asked after regaining her composure.
Ghost. It was something Cain hadn't heard in a long time. Most people that know of the name are either old, disabled or dead. Maybe the ones that were still alive told their militia's about the old group. Still, the group was said to disband three years ago after all but two of them were whipped out. Cain could use this legend, truth, and conspiracy to his advantage if he was brought in for questioning, though it seemed he wouldn't have to be questioned anytime soon. The woman received an urgent message about some kind of rescue mission or whatever it was. Cain gave little care to it.

“I’ve no idea what your intention was, but right now, there are hostages to rescue from two different groups of people! You best hope I don’t spot you doing anything like you just did again!” After saying this she leaped off the roof and dashed away. She was definitely not a normal human. Didn't look like she was an experiment either.

Huh? Oh no. She took my weapon with her.

Usually this wouldn't be a bad thing but it's pretty hard to explain how you get a weapon like that. Not wanting her to get in any type of troubles Cain took off his mask and changed into his everyday clothes that he was saving to where until the end of the day. Leaping out of the window he chased after her.
It's not like I care what happens to hostages or any families of this city. I just want to get the girl away from the gun.

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Even after being followed to the library by the white haired girl Axl didn't bother to further conversation. After all, he had to concentrate to hear things as they were unfolding. He was actually quite surprised. Not even he would've predicted that outbreak would happen so fast. He wondered how long it would take for the normal human of hearing to catch wind of these activities. He decided maybe it was time to start creeping towards the capitol building. He had allot to think about. Mostly where he would prefer to live.

Karen Lunaria Metargo





Karen listened and watched as the tensions flew in the Diplomacy Hall. Karen could see that not many came there in the name of true fairness. Not many politicians present had any intention on being open to the perspectives of the others. Karen knew to listen carefully before speaking. She did not want to make things anymore difficult than they already were. Saul seemed to be stressed which greatly worried Karen. Her son seemed just as destressed. This was going to be a long day.

Saul spoke and Karen smiled in relief to see her husband standing strong in the face of such opposition. He was not going to allow the negative atmosphere to defeat him. Karen gave Saul a reassuring smile as he took his seat. The meeting took a recess and everyone exited the room into the hallway. Karen just couldn’t shake the feeling that something wasn’t quite right. She looked around and spotted a soldier whispering in president Anderson’s ear. This was indeed a sign that something was amiss. Karen gently placed her hand on Saul’s shoulder to get his attention.

“Saul dear you were indeed brilliant in the meeting. I’m proud of you my love. Darling, I think there is something afoot. President Anderson seemed quite concerned after a soldier delivered some information to him a moment ago. Perhaps we should send someone to look into thinks on Metargo’s behalf?” Karen said keeping a careful watch on who was watching them.

Following the feline woman was a little fun for Cain. She moved faster than any human he's ever seen. At least not the genetically altered ones. She was even a little faster than him which made the chase even more interesting. He stopped not far away from her and a person who seemed to be her superior when the man yelled at him to stop. He followed suit.

"Don't you know better than to follow a Feliniri who confiscated a weapon from you, knowing that your scent could be picked up from more than a mile away by said Feliniri individual?"

The woman said to him before bending the weapon and tossing it. 'So she's strong too? That's interesting.' he thought.
"I don't know what a Feliniri is," Cain said picking up the weapon. "But I'm glad you gave this back to me. The bomb would've gone off if you took it any further." His voice was calm and his expression showed a hint of relief. They seemed to be occupied with something more than a sniper without a weapon, so he decided to leave. Before he did, he decided to say one more thing. "I guess before I go, I'll let you in on a secret. The ghost syndicate is no more. All the members are dead." With that, he disappeared into the nearby ally's making his way back to the building. In truth he was a little peeved that outsiders still thought the Ghost were still active.

'All those men died. All of them died and no one knows. What did they die for then?'

The picture of his brother's face among the bodies of men flashed through his mind and he gritted his teeth. If only he could have some type of revenge for his old comrades. They weren't all good people, but that fact still stood that they were the only family both boys had. To this day he still doesn't know what caused his brother to go that far.

Arriving back at the building he waited for his ride to come. It didn't take long for the same man who he gave his bike to return to the scene.

"Tell my dad the missions a failure. They had some kind of cat person and she sniffed my scent." Cain said without care.

"Hmm. It's okay the ghost organization is dead so they can't track us. You know what you have to do if they try to though right?"

Cain nodded. "Attack the king and let the guards kill me. No worries. It won't come to that."

The man laughed. "What makes you so sure."

"The sound of the weapons. You can tell the country they fire from."

The man was puzzled. "What?"

Cain didn't answer. He looked at the man with cold eyes. "Give me your clothes and your underwear. We're switching."

"Wh--why?"

"I need to stay in this city to make sure the king and queen are safe. Now give me your clothes. I'll give you mine, you'll keep the bike and all else will stay the same."

with this the man nodded.

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Scoar watched with awe when his father took the initiative and stood up to talk. Litsening carefully to the mans words he nodded slightly in agreement. He too would like nothing but peace for this time of war. He was able to see first hand the destruction caused, both outward and inward in their country. On being was genetic alteration. Something that had been underground for a while because of the many mood side effects. He saw his friends come back from missions covered in bruises and wounds and even saw one of them go insane, disappearing not to soon after. This war was bringing out the worse in all the participating parties. After his father stopped talking, he could only swallow the counter argument.

If the King was in charge of his country we could make the rules. Have things the way we envision, but Marcus is right. That no good Minister of ours.... He is the one in charge. I just have to accept his order.

After the break was called, Scoar took a breath by himself near a window sill to look at the outside. He couldn't help but think that life here was almost the same as life in Metargo. People still walk around and some have smiles on their faces. It seemed like a waste to destroy it all with war.

"Hello? Prince Scoar? I noticed you were a bit flustered. Are you all right? Oh, and I'm Agathe, by the way."

A voice snapped him out of his thoughts.

"Oh. Yes. Um. . . I was thinking about the take on the arguments." He said trying to hid the real reason. It wasn't all a lie though. He did have great worry in what was said to his father and about his Prime Minister. "Tell me Agathe. What would you do if your country was ran by a man who wanted nothing but war?"
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"You really stink. Bad." Cain said to the man after swapping clothes.

"Well you try camping in a town for two weeks with only three pairs of clothes. You're lucky I had a clean pair of undies."

Cain glared at him as he left. Thinking nothing other than the safety of the family but not wanting to bother Scoar, he called in the King Metargo. "Your majesty. Some kind of feline person smelled me out and I can not return to the watch sight. No worries though. I am still in the vicinity of the area so I can respond to whatever needed. I have changed clothes with the contact sent for me. There seems to be some type of battle going on in the outskirts of town. I heard explosions earlier but thought it was just a training exercise. I have nothing more to report at this time. What is my next objective?"

Cain listened to King Metargo's explanation on Feliniri's and Caninsian's. Thinking back on it, he was never sent to kill anyone who wasn't human, so why would he need to have the same skills as a race of non-humans. Better yet, what was exactly given to him to give him these skills and why was he and his brother the only ones with it. What was the condition that made them both eligible. Maybe 'He' Would know. On to other matters, he wondered since the girl showed traits of a cat, how she would react to being pet behind the ear. It was a random thought that he invited, but quickly discarded as King Metargo ordered him to detach the gun cams and place them to the battle ground. An easy task because he was wearing clothes with a heavy scent that wasn't his. He smirked to himself in thought of how that would effect the feliniri's nose.
"Roger that."
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With all the roar and commotion going on the outside, Axl began to fully prepare for his daily task. Going out the back of the library, he found himself going up the back ladder to the familiar rooftop which he hid his 'Formal' clothing for the day. He put on a red tight suit and dawned a red mask with nothing but red lines for eyes. He reached into the case on the floor where he got them from and pulled out a long Katana like blade. It was lined with gold but had a black body coating. Switching it to backhand, he began darting the rooftops towards the unsuspecting capitol building.
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Cain deactivated the bombs on each of the gun cams and took them apart ordering for someone to pick up the rest of the parts he didn't need. Taking the cameras and stands he made his was to the towns outskirts where he was sure battle was going to be held. He barely made it to that point when he heard the sirens.

"Attention District of Justicra: We received a report from the Eagle of Mercy, Sergeant Zechariah Malachi, that there is a hostage situation along the outskirts of town, first made aware by Corporal Benjamin Malachi within the Research Sector of town. All available and selected troops and security must respond to this crisis. Be alert: the kidnappers have been observed to have had military training. Proceed to Protocol 13. Repeat: Proceed to Protocol 13."

Cain halted. If what the report said was true, then he could deduce that anyone not native would be forced outside or worse. He also had a bad feeling surrounding his head. A heavy like feeling that made him kind of angry. He remembered this feeling from countless times. Even the atmosphere was the same. His in groan instincts had fired up and he well prepared for battle. Several soldiers ran past him towards the Capitol and the opposite direction to the outskirts. He too headed towards the Capitol taking the mapped out route he decided for himself.
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A little before the announcement, Scoar was continuing his small chat with Agathe. She did have a point in the saying that one man doesn't lie in control, but, "Did you ever think about influence? The influence and experience even Marcus has, I bet if I were to change roles between my country and your country, you'd understand. You see, if a person is a good talker, he can talk a person into doing something that person never wanted to do in the first place. Even if their are people in the back, people are still people. In the end, the people who can't be convinced are the ones with the power. In the Prime ministers case, I'm sure on paper he might not be free to do as he wants, but in reality well. I guess time will tell." He said looking out the window again. "I think that if we achieve piece then his goals are thereby controlled, but if we continue war, then we can, no, I can be sure he's the problem."

It's probably a good time to address something. Many look at Scoar knowing he's the prince of Metargo and thereby should follow in the kings footsteps. If the king doesn't feel these same ways, why is Scoar so convinced that there is conspiracy. The truth, may be told sooner or later, but as he sat talking to Agathe, his mind did wander back to the most horrid thing in Metargo's history that he himself witnessed first hand.

The sound of the warning shook Scoar a little bit and as he began to become grabbed, he tried to fight back a few of the people. He even stood in front of the people who tried to take Agathe, but after further addressing the matter, yielded like his mother and father. They were all slowly escorted towards ships. 'So their exporting us from their country.' He thought to himself. 'But why.'

As if the situation couldn't get worse, the sharp sound of a man yelling as if he was in hell sounded, and thats where Scoar caught the first glimpse of it. Blood.
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Planning on just attacking the Capitol building with the Benjlakk soldier's away taking care of a distraction that he planned for. He liked how well he knew some people. However, he didn't expect for Benjlakk to export alien citizens. That had to be the icing on the cake. Instead of having to infiltrate The building, the people he needed would just come out to him. He was relieved. There would be less casualties this way. Upon seeing his targets in sight Axl took no soft step. After all he was taught to finish the mission and finish fast. He pushed through any person in his way. The first person he saw with a gun he used his sword, severing the mans leg. The man yelled, a yell loud enough to make hostility form against the armed men. All in his plan.

One man caught sight of him and called, "Hey. It has to be the guy in the mask.", and everyone started letting out fire only to be halted by a man who appeared to hold rank. "Are you fools crazy. Their are officials and Diplomats here. Hold your fire!!!"
Axl ceased his running about also not wanting to get any unneeded personnel hurt. The people who stood near him him quickly detached themselves from him. He stood within the middle of the crowd and the ranking personnel called for fire. All the men fired at him simultaneously until there was a nothing but a dust cloud surrounding him. After the call to cease fire stopped. nothing could be seen but small cloud of dust. Suddenly, Axl dashed out the cloud unscathed and stabbed the caller in the arm, proceeding to rise his blade up and severing his arm. Confirming his armors strength he ignored the rest of them men and went for his target.
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Near his parents, Scoar could see the man causing the disturbance running at a fast pace towards them. He had his sword in the ready as though he was going to attack and Scoar stepped in front of his father and mother. He didn't have any weapon on him and was cursing himself now for trying to body block his father, but it was too late. The masked person side swiped towards him and he closed his eyes, mentally ready to die.
Ting!!!
The sound of a clash rang through his ears, but nothing touched his skin. Opening his eyes he saw a familiar figure in front of him, holding a knife to the masked mans sword.
"Cain?"
Cain nodded staring intently at the masked man. "Get on the ship with the king and queen. I'll handle this."
"Alright." Scoar agreed, going back to the ship with his mother and father.

The masked man backed away from Cain and rain in the opposite direction towards town with gunmen continuing to shoot at him. Cain followed him through the streets into the ally's where the man seemed to easily scurry up the walls onto the rooftops. He ran after him hopping from rooftop to rooftop. The man was about three seconds faster than Cain in run time, but he still managed to keep sight of him. Having lost the soldiers completely now and moving into a completely quiet rundown area of town, the man stopped, perched on a square rooftop of an old style building.
Not even panting, he stared at the back of the man who reached behind his head and pulled off his mask. His long hair draping over his back, he turned around returning Cains stare.
"It's been a while, Cain." He said calmly still keeping his gaze on him.
"Sorry." Cain said in question. "I don't think we've met."

Axl laughed. "Hehe. Well I guess we don't exactly look alike anymore do we. I did tan a little I guess. I'm glad you also decided to grow your hair a little though."
Cain's eyes opened wide. "Axl?"
Closing his eyes, Axl dropped his mask and readied his sword. They opened to show red pupils and murderous intent. "I will get rid of the only flaw in plan right now." Axl said.

Preparing his knife, Cains eyes also changed to a more silver like color. He was prepared, no, he has been prepared for years to kill his own brother.

Staying close to Benjamin probably wasn't the best idea for Catrina because she was becoming emotional. He was so angry. He was like the brother that she lost. Catrina balled her hands up into fists as she tried to push the memory and all the emotions away. Obviously it didn't work for too long. She pulled her knees to her chest, gazing out the window until they got to where they were supposed to go. This is where she quickly got out of the car, and waited for the rest of the team. Once they were there she did her job, she did what she was supposed to do. Unsure of what was going on she just did what she was instructed to do, following the examples of other soldiers. It wasn't until she felt something wet rolling down her face that she turned away. She pulled in a long breath, sniffling as she lifted a hand to her cheek and brushed away the tear that was rolling down her cheek. She wasn't sure what was going on. Everything was just happening so fast and memories were flooding their way back to her head. She didn't want to be here. It had been so easy, what were they doing here? What was the point off being here at this building for one male. She sniffled again the tears returning before she finally crept away. Once away she just kept walking until finding a place between building's where she wouldn't be notice. Ducking into the place between building's she slumped down onto the ground, pulling her knees to her chest and just started crying. At the moment she didn't care if Benjamin got worried that he couldn't find her, she didn't care if her team couldn't find her because all she cared about was disappearing for a little while. The memory of her brother hit her just then and it made her cry more.


Why was she suddenly so upset? All of this action going on. A girl was kidnapped, Benjamin was angry and he yelled at her. Maybe not on purpose but he had been angry. She had almost been seriously hurt if Benjamin hadn't stepped in and just being a solider brought back the haunting memories of her brother. Memories that she was unable to get away. Memories that brought her here alone, and wondering if her younger brother was okay. Ever since being forced into being a soldier she hasn't seen her younger brother who she promised to come back to soon. Catrina stayed where, crying, and crying. The emotions were just overwhelming. What brought them on exactly? That was the true question. She had no idea but for the time being all she knew was that it felt good to just... cry. The crying helped her release some emotions while the other part of her release of emotions was that she was glad no one could hear her crying. The buildings were big, they sheltered her, and hid her from people so they didn't see her unless they really looked and listened hard.

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May stayed close to Aaron, and Kyle. As well as ignoring his comment about how Aaron was calming down around a certain person. Yeah right, she looked at him and gently pushed him then rolled her eyes. "Ridiculous," She muttered then began to listen to everything once they reached Aaron, making sure she took in what exactly was going on. The last thing she wanted was to miss an important detail or command that may come from Aaron, or that may be useful to her. It didn't help that half way through what was going on she began to daze off, blocking things and it sadly was obvious that she wasn't listening to anyone or anything at all. Her eyes blankly glanced around at the royal family before down at the ground. She sighed softly, feeling maybe even a bit dizzy. Why was she dizzy? She blinked a few times, sighing softly as she regained herself. That was really weird. May shook her head, looking over at Kyle, then at Aaron

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"May I help you with anything, miss?" These were the words from a human. Right? human... she sighed softly and nodded to him. "That would be nice." She responded softly then followed him to where ever he was taking her. she watched as he showed her a book, looking at it sideways he thought for a moment. Then he began to talk about it, pulling a couple of other books. "How would he know that she needed to know her way around." She thought for a moment before nodding. Listening to every word he had to say along with inspect every book that he picked out to show her. Interesting. This was a little suspicious, she looked over the books. Taking them in her hands and flipping through the pages carefully. She looked at most pages, skipping many before setting them back down and moving to the next. The one that peaked her interest the most was the brown covered book that he was describing to her. She lifted the book to her eyes, looking it over, and flipping it around in between her hands. She looked at the male, looking him over. "This is very nice, thank you." She said as she continue to hold the book in her hand. She looked through it again and pretended to be reading. Part of her wondered, why wasn't he showing her something else? Maybe a child's books, or something ridiculous. How would he know that this may be something she was looking for. Clarissa chewed the inside of her cheek for a few minutes. "Is this place far? Seems quite interesting, not some where I would go but just wondering because I'm a bit curious. Do you think it will tell me about this place in this book? I love books that give me a picture in my head." She told him with a light smile.