Trapped in Time-Accepting!

[Crabbiey]

Hun Miquiztli looked up at woman. Her skin was roughly the same darkness as his. She was dressed in gold and jewels, no doubt wealthy. But if she was dressed like that and looked like one of the Aztecs or other people of his homeland why didn't she understand? "The gods are angry." He growled, yanking his hand away.

[herondale.]

Cleopatra shook her head, the beads in her hair jingling. "No they are not. They're angry at the fact you are sacrificing someone for no reason. This is not the time for sacrifice," she said, looking straight into his eyes.

[Whitie]

"Ah, no-no. 'Tis only a small scrape from Hun's knife. T-There's no need to fix it now, besides we have to hurry. We cannot dillydally any longer," Wolfgang replied to buckskin wearing lass. He managed a shaky smile, before he turned his attention before himself and a familiar site caught his eyes; there was Hun with a knife raised above the lass in the cloth dress. He wasn't surprised in the least to see this peculiar site, but there was someone knew. Shifting his eyes upon her and eyed her attire with a intrigued look. Her outfit was flashy with jewels and gold, but was kind of interesting to him. Shaking his head out of his thoughts, he fixed his attention upon Hun once more.

"Stop this, Hun," Wolfgang spoke up. "No god is angry. Can't you see around you? All of this was for another reason, not because of some angry benevolent being!" He rested his blood covered hand upon his revolver just for the security.

[Crabbiey]

"No." Hun Miquiztli shook his head "The gods are angry because they have not had a sacrifice for I don't know how long, but too long." He glared at the woman then turned to the strange man "How can it not be caused by the gods? There is no other explanation."

[herondale.]

Cleopatra looked at the new comer. Her eyebrows raised considerably. Apart from the man in front of her, who she know knew was called Hun, everyone was wearing strange attire compared to her. She let her arms rest on her lap as she looked them up and down then nodded as he spoke. She looked at his hand and saw it was blood-coated. She looked back at Hun. "There must be another explanation. I believe in the Gods but I feel no sacrifice is warranted. Put your dagger down and think clearly."

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Tiahn walked over to the others. She stared at the girl that was about to be sacrificed. "Won't your people already of sacrificed somebody?" she said, carefully.

[Crabbiey]

"No I will not." Hun Miquiztli narrowed his eyes, this woman was not Aztec. "There needs to be a sacrifice or we shall all perish and the Sun will stop." He turned to the girl "If they had, do you think the gods would be angry?!"

[PetCrazy]

Cocheta was worried, but amazed. The white had been stabbed in the chest and only called it a scratch, and continued to try to rescue the girl, was she Aztec too? "He is right on one thing, how could this sort of thing happen if it wasn't the gods?" she said quietly, so that only the white could hear. But the others had a point too, would the gods demand killing someone, like this? Their was no honor in this killing.

((When will the characters be able to stop rescuing Lacha Ocelot and introduce themselves?))

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"I doubt the gods are angry. I think this is more to do with that sky-fire, not the sun." Tiahn said.

[Whitie]

Ooc: Wolfgang was actually cut on his hand, but he's jsut smearing his blood around and likes to overreact. c:

Bic: Anger was building up inside of Wolfgang, his mind was forcing himself to get over his pain and deal with the current situation at hand. The goal was to get Hun to calm down and to save the lass in the cloth dress. Looking back and forth between the lass and the lad, he debated on how he was to make his move. He had to be careful, though, not wanting to provoke anything worse than what was going on.

"Look around you, boyo, can't you hear the gunfire and everything else? It's probably some sort of battle of sorts that is going on. I'm sure you've been in one, right? No sacrifice will stop this absurd madness. Nothing will." Wolfgang suggested as he tightened his grip on the revolver. He felt the need to whip it out, but restrained himself the best he could.