by pinkpinkpink » Sun Apr 05, 2015 8:03 pm
((Uh yeah I kinda went overboard sorry this is why I shouldn't write when I'm tired.
◤Johannaxxxxxx◥
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Johanna woke with a jolt. She couldn't place a finger on why, she didn't remember having any particularly bad dreams and no one was around to wake her up. Her first instinct was to lie back down and cover her face with a pillow - the lights in her room weren't on yet, and there was no point to getting up early in 13 - but after a second it hit her that something was very, very wrong. She sat up and glanced suspiciously around the room, eyeing everything like it would jump out and attack her at any given moment. This wasn't 13. It actually looked a lot like her home in 7 had, not her house in Victor's Village but the one she'd lived in before her Games. The one Snow burnt down. Part of her wanted to believe she was waking up from a bad dream, that it was Reaping Day today, and she was 17 again and it'd been a bad dream and she hadn't, and never would be in the Games. She wanted so badly to believe it she almost convinced herself it was the truth, but the logical part of her mind that had most definitely been through the Games knew better then that.This could be anything: a flashback, a capitol trick, anything.
Johanna slipped out of her bed, not bothering to pull the sheets back up. She half considered bothering changing, only to decide against it. There was a chance she was in a lot of danger, however unlikely it seemed from her present surroundings. What she looked like hardly mattered. One quick survey of the room later, she'd pocketed a key and was out the door, managing to miss any notes in her urgency. Unfortunately, she couldn't find anything that would make a decent weapon, and although it set her on edge to be unarmed after what she'd seen some of the soldiers in 13 do with guns, she wasn't much of a great shot anyway. Better for her to rely on her wrestling skills if it came to that. Even with a gun, she didn't have much of a chance against, say, a peacekeeper, and it wasn't like people just left axes lying around.
So she headed down the hall she found herself in, on high alert and hoping this had an explanation. There had to be someone around here to tell her what was going on. She just had to find them. Everything would be fine.
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Gambit opened his eyes slowly, trying to hold onto the last wisps. of sleep for as long as he could. When he finally did, Gambit was met with an odd sight, but not an entirely concerning one: the ceiling hadn't been that color before. Lord, he thought, had someone moved him in his sleep again? He was getting really tired of those kid's pranks. Gambit groaned and rolled over, the sight before him confirming what he had suspected: someone had moved him in his sleep, although to where he had no ideas. The room was lavishly furnished, more so then any room in the mansion. The kids had never done something like moving him to a completely different location before. For a second he wondered if he'd been somehow captured in his sleep, but her doubted it - there would have been a bigger commotion then what he could sleep through if someone had broken into the mansion. Still, the it was a possibility, and he knew better then to let it go.
He silently climbed out of bed and crept around the room, carefully examining everything he found. Nothing too out of the ordinary, he actually quite liked what he found. Everything except for a note left beside a single key on the table. Gambit swept it up and read it, staring blankly in confusion. What was going on? Breakfast? This sounded a lot like some kind of pseudo-prison experiment to him.
Gambit checked the door - unlocked. He did a quick check of how many cards he had left - more then enough- and flicked one out, concentrating on it. A slow, purple shimmer climbed up the card. His powers did still work. That was good, he wasn't defenceless about whatever he was about to face. Opening the door, he peered out into the empty hall, then carefully exited the room on thief's feet.
◤Raffexxxxxxx..◥
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Raffe shifted, causing his wings to flop open with the horrible lack of elegance he loathed about demon wings. The motion managed to awake him, mostly because he could shift over, a great difference to the post-apocalyptic couch hopping he'd been doing as of late. He pulled himself up, stretching out his wings into a defensive stance. The room around him had completely changed; the abandoned town house had given way to a clean, luxurious one, similar to the ones in the areie*. The only difference was the definite lack of a destroyed human city bellow, which he was secretly thankful for. He hadn't suddenly jumped locations before, but it definitely wasn't impossible - he'd seen certain demons do it many times. Still the situation unnerved him. He was alone,and possibly captured. This could easily be Bellial's work. Or anyone's really, it wasn't like Raffe didn't have many people in line to get a piece of him.
He checked him belt for his Archangel Sword, only to find it was gone. In some ways, that relived him: it meant Penryn still had it and wasn't entirely defenceless against any Angels who may show up in his absence. No one else could take it, and it would do more then a good enough job at slicing up anyone who got too close, she'd proved that when she stuck it through a soldier's chest and became what could easily be the first human to strait up murder an Angel.
On the other hand, it left him less powerful then he'd like. His wings still had their scythes, but he wasn't as used to using those as he was his sword. He decided it was a small price to pay to assuring Penryn's safety, though. There were much more important issues at hand, regardless.
Raffe crossed the room and tried the door, ignoring anything the room might hold. All that was on his mind was that he had to get out, and get back on track. He couldn't take another setback in his plan to become messenger. It swung open easily, much to his surprise. Almost too easily. There was a chance this was a trap. Either way, Raffe left down the hall, wings barred into the most aggressive posture he could manage.
((*can't remember spelling, will fix later. I'm way too tired to care right now. I dunno why this is so long, my posts are usually pretty short.
