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Post by Ghost Raziel on May 11, 2012 18:17:25 GMT -5
"oy Doc, chill I got this covered, but the three of us gotta get outta here, we have somewhere to be and fast, this should cover it." Cy had reached into his pocket and pulled out a rather large chunk of what looked like gold and handed it to the doctor like it was nothing. "Yo Aiden, how long did you say we had to get to the fuckin old man? I know it's gonna take at least 4 days now with this injured dumb-ass here so let's hope we make it." Almost as soon as he'd finished talking Cy started Acting impatient, pacing back and forth, or moving to the window to look out at the position of the moon.
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Post by rawful on May 12, 2012 17:38:42 GMT -5
"Mhm, mhm" The doctor listened to Aiden's story, nodding his head and stroking his beard deep in thought, listening to the man's story and thinking about his situation, when Cy handed him the solution to the problem.
"Oh! Well then. No need to worry I'll hold him here so he's not a burden to you on your journey. "He tucked the "gold" away into his breast pocket. "You're good people, he probably wouldn't have made it if you didn't bring him here."
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on May 24, 2012 16:00:11 GMT -5
Aiden was cautious that the plan had gone so well. His luck was never really that good...ever. But it seemed to be working. "Well it was either that or have the farmer find a place for the body after it ruined his crop." He remarked dryly. He was skeptical both of the doctor and of Cy's good intentions, but, if he could stay out of jail, all the better, then. He did have a sister to try and feed, after all, and a troupe to try and get back to.
"Now that you've been paid, we'd really like to go. We have some traveling to get done if we're going to get there on time." Aiden said shortly.
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Post by rawful on May 24, 2012 19:27:12 GMT -5
"Well now don't let me stop you!" The doctor took Aiden's hand and shook it cheerfully. "Best be on your way, do be safe, I'd hate to see you at my clinic a second time now." He led them to the door and kindly held it open for them, waiting for their departure. "Good night and happy travels!"
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Jul 13, 2012 21:17:33 GMT -5
Cy, glad to be done with the doctor and out of the building, gave the man a lopsided grin. "Well thanks, I think we will." He said. At least now Aiden would stop being so mad at him. It wasn't even his fault!
Aiden did not seem so happy, though he was relieved. He just nodded at the doctor and then, scowl still in place, turned and left the building. The weird falling guy (one of them!) was out of his hair and hopefully Cy would be soon, too.
But all they did was walk out the front door and into a contingent of the city's guards.
"Fuck." Aiden muttered under his breath. But he didn't argue, and he didn't fight. He wouldn't win if he did. What he did, though, was decide that he wasn't going to trust another one of Cy's ideas ever again.
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Post by Ghost Raziel on Jul 15, 2012 9:58:08 GMT -5
Cy saw the city guards and without missing a beat drew both his pistols, a couple of the guards chuckled assuming these weapons were merely silly wands. Cy sighed. He didn't raise his weapons at anyone, but he didn't like the looks of these guards and he wasn't about to go anywhere with them. Slowly he Leaned towards Aiden and whispered. "what are the chances of these guys playing nice?" Cy could take the guards easy but why start a fight in the middle of town?
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Jul 15, 2012 18:27:55 GMT -5
Aiden didn't know what it was that Cy was holding but it was pretty clear that at least Cy saw them as weapons. Aiden already knew what it was like being arrested, and stood with his hands in plain view. "They won't. Cy, don't start a fight or I'll drop you myself." Aiden hissed. Hopefully Cy would listen. If not, Aiden would make good on his threat.
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Aug 10, 2012 20:12:34 GMT -5
Cy weighed his options. He could theoretically take out the whole lot of them, what with the aces up his sleeve, but he'd probably have to shoot to kill and even he wasn't sure he wanted to commit that much wanton violence. On top of that, he was sure Aiden would follow through on his words and he didn't want to have to hurt the guy. Sure, Aiden was high strung as hell, but he hadn't done Cy any harm. From the looks of it he had only been trying to help.
So he dropped the guns. He had made it clear enough that they were weapons, and that was good; they'd undoubtedly be collected and brought with them. Then he could just steal them back. At least, that was the plan. "I'll be a good boy, keep your shirt on, Aiden."
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Post by rawful on Aug 11, 2012 10:14:48 GMT -5
The guards circled the two men and cuffed their hands behind their back, one of them confiscating Cy's weapons, holding them gingerly away from his face as if it was a piece of rancid meat.
"What do you suppose these are officer?" The officer gave the foreign objects a close look and shook his head. "Illegal paraphernalia we'll call it. Store it away safely, Sergeant Karl will know what to make of it."
"Yes sir." The guns were placed in a sack that was carefully tucked in beneath one of the officer's seats. Cy and Aiden were led into whatever fuckin vehicle this is cuz I don't know what time period this is or how technologically advanced the setting is, and were driven?? away to prison.
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Aug 11, 2012 21:15:19 GMT -5
Time period: mid 1500s Location: Newcastle (britain) Fortress town, lots of soldiers & farms. A big prison.
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Post by TempoPrestissimo on Aug 11, 2012 21:23:43 GMT -5
Aiden and Cy were tossed into the back of the carriage, and though he had given them up willingly, Cy was sorer than he'd like to admit about losing his guns. Maybe if he had listened to Viva more often and thought before he fought he would have been able to hide them. He kept reminding himself that it was no matter, and he'd have them back soon enough.
Aiden sat, scowling darkly, across from him. "You ever been arrested before, back where you're from?" he asked. Aiden had been arrested before. Back at the jail they might even know his face, and that probably wouldn't bode well for him.
He also spared a thought for the nameless man who had gotten them into this mess, with Cy's help.
"Once or twice, but they never bin' able to hold me." Cy said amiably.
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