by Sybil Mon 4 Aug - 14:47
The sound of racing foot steps could be heard within the corridor. The source of the noise was a pair of studded boots throbbing against an aged stone floor. A golden glint of candle light struck something pocketed in the left boot, a switch blade, a prized possession of it's owner. Meeting the boots near the knees was a dust grey skirt that brushed against bruised legs. Her belt that hung loosely on her waist and various cases hung onto the brim. Encasing her torso was an armored corset. Her neck that bore scars, similar to another girl's somewhere. brushing the side of her neck were a loose strands of caramel hair, flown astray from the unkempt mass. At the top of her head, dividing her bangs, was a pair of thin lensed night vision goggles.
"Eyyyy! Lissaaaa!!! Lissa!~ Lissa!~" She called, her tone energetic and happy like a child's.
She dug her her heels into the stone floor, ending her tracks. A joyful glint lit up in her sapphire eyes and a grin crawled up her face... Not only her face but her body; It resembled someone else's...it was not an over statement to say that the two were identical. Although, aside from an appearance and name, This girl was far from being like her counterpart. She a different person completely: Rita Sterben, a skilled engineer and secretive dealer when it came to magic items. Notably, one of Chikane's most trusted members on the outside.
Rita's gaze fluttered about the room. It appeared that she was wandering around in a cave, literally. The room was made up of ruff brittle stone. Dusty boxes and crates littered the corridor and the only source of mild light in the room were candles that had been scattered about.
Her smile faded as she came to a realization. "Aweeee....Lissa is still out on that little trip ain't she?" Sterben wined. "I'm afraid so." A voice called behind her. Rita turned, looking down. She half closed her eyes in sadness, and as her eyelashes lowered she met a cat like gaze. Before her stood the same grey exceed she had raised from an egg.
"Hmmm...It sure is lonely without Lissa here..." She muttered looking down at him. "What's moping around going to do though?" The feline asked, a consoling look in his magenta eyes. Rita took his words into consideration, reviving her smile. "You're right...We're going to run behind if we don't get goin' soon." She reminded herself regaining her spiteful attitude.
Her exceed followed close behind her as she let out a random hushed chuckle and headed towards a ladder hanging against the wall, their personal gateway to the surface. Below it sat a sack filled a generous amount, well sorta. "Ready to go, Ghost?" She asked him, letting out another chuckle. He exchanged a nod and a spiteful 'Aye!' as she threw her silver cloak over her shoulders and fastened it. Sterben pulled the hood up enough to draw over a shadow, hiding her facial features. This way no one would recognize her as a wanted woman while she made her delivery. Under a few circumstances she had been found with illegal goods, But the black market dealer always managed to slip away from whatever was thrown at her. In the end the worst she had gotten was a bounty.
She opened the bag up allowing Ghost to hop inside. Rita knew it wouldn't be a really good thing if she was seen with an exceed and she couldn't leave him here either, so whenever she went on surface runs she hid him like this. "Let's not waste any more time!" She exclaimed, shutting the bag after him.
Rita darted up a ladder and hopped out of a manhole on the surface, sack slung over her shoulder. She sealed the exit behind her and ran off among the streets of people before anyone took notice. Although, Rita Sterben was a suspicious sight at this moment. All, if any suspects witness some cloaked girl come out from under the city and run off, lugging a bag behind her...
After a bit of running she made it to the residential area, traveling at a steady pace. There were normally fewer guards here making it an easy place for her to cut through. Although, Rita was not even 50% sure where she was headed. All she knew was that she had to find Chikane or one of her followers. She had a reason to help them out... She hated King Sith Cait and the rest of The Royal Army just as much as the rest of them probably did.
Suddenly, Rita felt a heaviness in the air and a she got a really bad feeling in her gut as she ran by one of the houses in particular, just as she made her way passed it.The place literally was blown to smithereens by a sudden blast of blinding white light.
Rita was knocked back by force of the blast, sent skidding against the ground in a messy tumble. Rubble and debris went flying in every direction and everything went dark.
Unfortunately, when she came too she found herself crushed under a chunk of the buildings wall...at least what was left of it. She let out a painful yelp, this certainly did hurt. To make matters worse, In the wake of the event the bag slipped out of her hands and had hit the ground beside her while It's contents spilled out with a clatter.
"Aaugh... dammit!" She cursed. Scattered about the ground were about a dozen or more lacrima crystals, each had at least a little bit of a magic charge. She tried to squeeze out from under the debris, failing miserably. At this rate she would not be able to retrieve her cargo and get away before she was spotted. Things could of been worse. At least Rita had one thing to be a little bit thankful for: somehow during all of that her hood hadn't slid off her of head. Must of been a small case of dumb luck.
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Three Minutes Prior
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"Ugh ouch..."
The Fairy batted an eye open and sat up, confused and sore. "H-Huh what... happened?.." She gently whispered to herself as she scanned her surroundings, putting her palm to her head. "Where the?-" Rita was defiantly not in the meeting hall. Had she gotten tossed somewhere into clover after that blast? If so why was only this home destroyed in the explosions wake and why wasn't she horribly injured or worse?
Rita was relived when she caught a familiar voice "Huh? Simon?..." she muttered to herself. It sounded...as if he was talking to himself oddly enough. She examined the area until she spotted the phoenix. clambering up to her feet, she fought her lightheadedness and navigated through the wreckage towards him.
"Aren't I glad to see y-" Just then Rita followed his gaze up to the roof where another Simon stood. She blinked, confused. Rita paused for a moment wondering if she had been noticed by either of the two. "Eh..Wh- Simon, I would ask what is going on but I'm guessing you are just as confused as I am..." She said to the mage beside her. A moment passed, and something else briefly caught Rita's attention.
"Aaugh... dammit!" Rita heard an oddly familiar voice curse. Then, she spotted something strange from the corner of her eye.
(OOC: Eh...Sorry If I went a little nuts with this first post, I know its a bit more than everyone else typed up =w=")