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Post by cherry on Sept 3, 2009 15:43:27 GMT -5
Octavia came upon the Zationian wall. It was protected by a series of spikes. "Great.' She muttered. It was easy to get into Zationia...but to get out...not so easy. Her eagle, Buck, came back from flying and rested on her shoulder with the armor. "here, Buck." She told him as she held up her bag.
Buck lifted up off her shoulder and clasped the bag with his feet. "Take this to the other side of the wall...I'll meet you there." Buck did as she commanded and started to fly into the setting sun and crossed the top of the wall. Octavia put her gloves on and started to climb up the spikes. She finally made it to the top and slid down a maze of the other side of the wall that didn't have spikes.
She fell into a pricker bush on the deserted side of the wall. Pretty much the Waste. "Ouch." She moaned as she pulled prickers out of her hair and clothes.
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Post by Vince on Sept 3, 2009 16:19:03 GMT -5
Reubens looked quizzically at the girl who'd fallen into the shot. He looked at the camera screen, where she simply appeared as a streak with a black con-trail, and at the real thing. She certainly struck an imposing figure.
"Hullo," He said, as nonchalantly as possible.
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Post by cherry on Sept 3, 2009 16:24:16 GMT -5
Octavia was startled a little when she heard the voice call out. She saw a man a few feet away. "Oh, hey...sorry if I disturb you...just..." Octavia struggled to pull a pricker out of her glove. She finally got it out and threw it back down to the ground.
"Sorry, if I disturb you." She noticed the camera. "Or your shot. Didn't expect that to happen." She looked up at the wall as she could feel her arm starting to glaze over. She looked down to see obsidian rock starting to fill in where the prickers had broken the skin.
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Post by Vince on Sept 3, 2009 16:28:20 GMT -5
Oh toss, Reubens thought, of all the people who could of fallen into shot.
He tried not to look at the black rock on her arm.
"'S no trouble," He said, still trying not to sound worried "Disturbance is my business,"
Admittedly, not the best one-liner, but hey.
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Post by cherry on Sept 3, 2009 16:32:09 GMT -5
Octavia looked back at the man as she saw Buck coming down for a landing. She caught the bag when it was released from his feet and he landed back on her shoulder.
"What are you doing out here anyway?" Octavia asked. It wasn't like photographers loved the light hitting off of the Zationian wall. She shooed Buck away as she pulled out her black jacket and covered the rock on her arm with the sleeve.
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Post by Vince on Sept 3, 2009 16:35:28 GMT -5
Reubens didn't look at the eagle. Stranger things had happened. To him, anyway.
"I'm writing a book on the border conflict," He said, well aware of people's mood on this "Pictures of the defenses and everything,"
Alright, so it was technically illegal, but Zatonia was lawless. Not to say there weren't punisments, but no actuals laws.
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Post by cherry on Sept 3, 2009 16:39:19 GMT -5
"Ohh..." Octavia droned. She picked up her bag and walked over to the guy. "The war and everything." She looked back at the wall. "I don't even know why they put these up...Navalins can still get into Zationia. With windsailers and ships." She shrugged. Buck came down toward her. She put her hand up her sleeve and took out her armor and put it on her arms. Buck's weight pulled her arms down, but she remained steady.
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Post by Vince on Sept 3, 2009 16:42:46 GMT -5
"Don't get me started on windsailers," He said, shaking his head "I've got a well-documented chapter on cargo cults, and ships feature heavily,"
He spun the camera idly around his wrist.
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Post by cherry on Sept 3, 2009 16:49:17 GMT -5
She chuckled. "I guess your not a big fan of them." Octavia turned her back and place her bag on a rock check her things. She doesn't know what Buck had dodged or hit and didn't want any of her things broken.
Nothing seemed to be broken as she rummaged through her bag. "I might take a windsailer next time thanks to that wall." She looked over her shoulder and pulled a pricker off the strap of her tank top. She took her hair tie from her wrist and pulled her hair into a high pony tail.
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Post by Vince on Sept 3, 2009 16:53:13 GMT -5
"Hah," Reubens tried to take his mind off the girls hair, which still looked perfectly fine and sleek, even if it had just gone through a bush "Don't bother, if it comes to war, you'll wanna be on the winning side,"
Strangers posed no real problem for him. God knew, a camera and notebook could get you into a surprising amount of trouble and being able to talk your way out was something only the dead didn't understand.
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Post by cherry on Sept 3, 2009 16:58:11 GMT -5
"It's already war." She commented as she took her sword out of her bag. She took the sword out of it's case and studied it. Her last job had bloodied it up pretty good and she wanted to get every last drop off.
"So, you write about the war, eh?" She asked, again. "You know, you could get in aloooooot of trouble if the Zationian Guards catch you." She told him.
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Post by Vince on Sept 3, 2009 17:00:55 GMT -5
"Like they did already? Hah, they just took the bits about Navalen and left me alone," He smiled to himself "If this war's a betting game, I'm the friggin' bookie,"
Still, that little escapade had given him a nice little holiday, even if it was just going over old ground.
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Post by cherry on Sept 3, 2009 17:08:19 GMT -5
Octavia started to laugh as she carefully examined her sword. No dents, no blood. She carefully slipped it down into the holder and put it back in her bag. She turned around as she put her left leg against the rock and her arms across her chest. She opened her mouth to say something and suddenly remembered introductions.
"Oh, I'm Octavia, by the way. Octavia Oakwood." She held out her hand.
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Post by Vince on Sept 3, 2009 17:10:47 GMT -5
"Reubens 'Limey' Rusby," He said, purposefully not noticing the sword "the limey part does mean limestone," He added helpfully, holding out his hand.
After all, what harm could it do? It wasn't like you couldn't outrun a sword, in the same way you can't outrun a bullet.
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Post by cherry on Sept 3, 2009 17:14:03 GMT -5
"Wait, " Octavia stopped as she shook his hand. "Limestone? Are you a Rock Spirit?" She asked curiously. She hadn't really met any other spirits outside of her tribe and many of them never wanted to talk to her again for leaving. "I'm obsidian." She mentioned her rock.
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Post by Vince on Sept 3, 2009 17:17:49 GMT -5
Reuben's arm went grey and polished. An ammonite apeared in the crook of his elbow and the white circles of belemnites appeared like overlarge hollow freckles.
"Charmed to meet you," He said, smiling widely "Don't see a lot of friendly igneous people around,"
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Post by cherry on Sept 3, 2009 17:22:58 GMT -5
"Likewise." Octavia chuckled as she let go of his hand and leaned back against the rock. Octavia continued to smile. She took off her jacket. He already knew she was a rock spirit, no need to cover up the rock glaze.
"Yeah..." Octavia started. "I was the only obsidian rock in my tribe. i just left when I had the chance." She shrugged. She assumed he did too. The wall isn't anywhere near where some of the tribes are.
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Post by Vince on Sept 3, 2009 17:26:16 GMT -5
"Good choice, so what do you do? Mercenary, at a guess?"
He had nothing against mercenaries, indeed, he preferred them to governmental troops anyday. Sure, a lot of them were kill-crazy, but at least they killed on their own terms. His gaze nudged just a couple of inches past her right ear.
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Post by cherry on Sept 3, 2009 17:30:05 GMT -5
Octavia nodded. "You guess correct." She told him. "I've been a mercenary ever since I left that stupid tribe." Sure, she missed her family, but she couldn't take living there anymore. Too much pressure from her family and her mother to get married. That just wasn't her at all.
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Post by Vince on Sept 3, 2009 17:33:25 GMT -5
"Isn't it funny?" Reubens said, eyebrows raised "you do everything you can to get away from your tribe, and here's me trying to get back. Hah,"
It wasn't a funny laugh. Just a statement of unusual nature, whatever that meant.
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