Characters: People who're staying behind in the Victoria II~
Content: NOT AS PLANNED.
Setting: All over the goddammed Victoria II... kinda, I guess.
Time: Later in the evening, while
TACTICAL INFILTRATION ACTION is on.
Warnings: Horror! Shock! Denial all around for our unfortunate heroes and Kristoph brand of fail. And, uh. Epic trainwreck? I guess
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The awful shrieks were heard before Larsa could even have time to reach his communicator. Something in his blood curled, and his gut twisted painfully. What did they belong to? Was the ship really under attack? With much of the crew away, the boy wasn't sure how much of a chance they could stand against such terrible-sounding beasts.
But rather than dwelling on it for long, he made a grab for his sword, twisting his fingers around the hilt in hesitance before he left through the door of his quarters...
... just in time to witness a beast coming right past his door, approaching a young girl toward the end of the corridor. His heart stilled, and his grip grew ever tighter. Larsa, still holding his breath, held up his sword and rammed it into the creature's back, listening to its scream and almost losing his footing at the sound.
Perhaps it wasn't his finest idea of the hour, but he had to protect the girl, who didn't seem to possess anything to protect herself with. He will round on you; prepare yourself the young lord whispered to ( ... )
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"Millie, are you mad?! That thing would tear you apart!" He shouted over towards the saleswoman, just fearing the worst if she planned on using herself as a distraction.
"If anything, we need to lure it away from the children!" That is true since he isn't keen on the idea of a dead little prince.
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She turned, facing the monster with the poker held in front of her, as she reached the others. Fortunately it seemed the children had gotten away, hopefully somewhere safer than here. "We need to get it off the ship too," Susan told the others. It would be away from the children in that respect too. "How do we do that?"
The whole time she didn't tear her eyes from the yeti-fied monster, waiting for it to regain its senses and attack them instead of just flailing.
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Monster-trapping wasn't Millie's forte. Assessing the damage done by monsters, on the other hand, was. She would have to write home to her family and get monster-trapping advice.
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"Hm...?" The faint sound of water dripping down from the pipes that hung over their heads caught Al-Cid's attention.
"Electricity can be conducted by water, yes?" He asked with a devious smirk appearing upon his roguishly handsome face.
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"Quite well," she answered his question quickly. Basic physics, something she knew quite well. "Ice doesn't though," she added, pointing out this limitation. "We have to wait for that to melt--or flood the corridor."
That was unlikely...right?
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Metal? Wait a second.
"Al-Cid! Do you know how to charge my ammo and Miss Susan's poker with electricity? Or do you have a mana crystal? I don't keep one on me!"
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( ooc: fail, I has it. )
Once both he and Matilda were a good distance up the stairs and away from the scene below, Larsa, who still kept a grip on the girl's hand, skid to a stop, concerned eyes glancing back at where they'd run from. "I do not think the fiend will reach us here," he spoke assuredly, panting lightly from his ministrations. "But Al-Cid..." The brunet shook his head and left that matter alone, soon after facing the girl he'd pulled along.
"I apologize for not being able to reach you earlier." He reluctantly released her hand. "Your name -- Matilda, isn't it?"
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She wasn't sure what to do. A part of her still wanted to go down and help; but they had just finished leaving that place, and she was sure the others wouldn't be particularly happy to have them return so soon. They might just get in the way and make things more troublesome for them.
The girl bit her lip in thought and she her head, pulling both her hands to her chest at Larsa's apology. She smiled, a genuine smile despite all the chaos still going on.
"No--do not apologize. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't be here at all." Now it was her turn to be apologetic, "yes, but I'm afraid I didn't catch your name."
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"...I've been bested tonight." The Erealian Prince mumbled darkly before glancing over at Millie and Susan again. "I advise the two of you to get going." Al-Cid replied while holding his rifle towards the yeti again.
"This might get a little messy." Well, if he is going to die for the sake of two beautiful women, then Al-Cid Margrace will die a happy man.
"Go on! Flee while you can! This hall will be engulfed in flames!"
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Oh, well. There would be time for wonder later.
"So, what is plan B?" Millie asked. "And, I'm sorry, Al-Cid, but I'm not leaving until I absolutely have to."
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Susan transformed right before their very eyes into this awfully sinister looking deity with a towering crown of white and black hair. Her clothing became much darker in color nearly ink black but what caught Al-Cid's gaze was the wicked blade she now held within her hand. The sword reminded him vaguely of the Zantetsuken, a mythical blade constructed out of the bones and skulls of the many victims slain by it.
It was said that the great demon lord, Odin, wield such a sword in battle but such stories are merely fables about great heroes who once lived thousands of years ago. For him to see this peculiar blade now within the hands of this seemingly dainty duchess, it certainly made him think differently about considering Susan to be a damsel-in-distress.
"This is plan B, Millie." Al-Cid said to her before turning his gaze over toward this not-so jovial friend nearby. The Yeti stood up wobbly upon it's massive feet, snarling at them in pure hate and anguish as it started to ( ... )
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Then Miss Susan told her to try and look menacing. The insurance girl hoisted her stun gun up and glared at the yeti. "I hope this works!"
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