Pepper Ridge (No Longer Accepting)

[Shellpepper]

Most of them will still trust that you're me. YOu're going to have to trust me, though. Because that's my world, not yours.

YOu will not kill Kylar or I, will you?

If I kill you I kill me, moron. And I wouldn't kill you anyway.

Comforting. So all I must do is go in, pretend to be you and lead him out like it is no body's bussiness?

Well, yeah. In a nutshell... Tell Erik to meet us at the corner of Twenty-Eighth Street and Ailes De Sang Blvd. by that man hole. We can get Kylar out through that, can't we?

Yes, I believe we can. This will be dangerous. "Erik, will you meet us about..." Two hours after we go in. "Two hours after we go in at that corner of Twenty-Eighth and Ailes De Sang by the man hole there?

[ShadowHunteress]

Erik looked at her and sighed softly, clearly unhappy aout the plan. "Fine." he told her, "But be careful."

[Shellpepper]

"I always am," Rachelle told him.

And I can't not be.

[ShadowHunteress]

Erik nodded, he held her close for a moment, kissing her softly before he leapt out the window.

[Shellpepper]

(((Uh... Window leaping... Nice.)))

Rachelle, cloaked in black as usual, followed Medeia's instructions into the hidden tunnel system.

"State your purpose, missie," a gruff, fat man ordered from the middle of the entrance. She threw back her hood and glared at him. "Oh, appologies, Miss," he said with a bow as he stepped asside.

She glided past him, her skirts and cloak billowing dramatically around her. She glared when she wanted passage and smirked when she met people. Within twenty minutes, she was outside Kylars cell. "I demand passage into this room," she told the guard, her voice powerfull and very Medeia-sounding.

[ShadowHunteress]

((Lol))

Kylar heard the voice and tensed immediatly as he ramined ready in a crouch. He prepared to leap when she entered the cell.

[Shellpepper]

"Yes ma'am," the guard rumbled, his biceps twitching even as he stood there. Clearly, he took his job very seriously.

"Why are you here, soldier?"

"To protect people such as yourself, ma'am."

She smiled at him, a Medeia smile, suductive and savagely beautiful. "I don't need your protecting," she told him. "Get out of here, I will retrieve you when I've finnished."

He looked frustrated, but knew the consequences of disobeying Medeia. "Yes ma'am," he said and then hussled down the hall after giving her the key to his cell.

She turned the key and opened the door, stepping inside and closing the door behind her.

[ShadowHunteress]

Kylar moved swiftly, he aimed a low sweeping kick at her legs.

[Shellpepper]

"Ouch!" Rachelle hissed as she hit the floor. She felt Medeia's urge to strike back, but resisted it, hoping he'd realize that she wasn't fighting him.

[ShadowHunteress]

Kylar looked at her coldly, "Don't feel like fighting?" he asked icily, he didn't trust her.