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Try pedaled back to the station after making her delivieries, there was no one and nothing out front, so she parked her bike and went insde to find if anything needed to be delivered. She walked into the building, the desk clerk, a young girl of about 13 looked nervous. Try saw why, Ben was drinking. Something bugged her about Ben besides the fact he was just plain creepy, the only people he seemed to hire were girls, she hadn''t seen any boys, except a few very young ones.
"Is there anything I can deliver?" she asked, ignoring the pretty much drunk Ben as she talked.
"Yes tehre are some document packages and boxes in the back room. The desk clerk said nervously. Try slid her knife out of her shoes so that Ben couldn't see. She slipped it to the young girl. Try didn't fully trust Ben around someone so young when he was drunk.
"I'll go get 'em." she said. She went to the backroom and picked the stuff up, she then went to her bike, Ben followed her out and watched her as she carefully strapped the box to her bike, the document packages were in her satchel, she straddled her bke.
"Hol on, swee' hear'." Ben mumbled coming towards her. Try tensed, suddenly wishing she'd kept her knife. She looekd at the sun, it was almost sun down, there for almost time for work to be up and Kyvan to get here. Ben came forward, his fingers brushed her cheek and then his hand move dto her thigh.
"My brother will kill you if you try anything." Try stated, hoping to scare Ben off, she needed him to back a bit off so she could push off and pedal away.
Risk sat on the steps of the library, he was worried, no one had come to let him report in a while. He needed to tell them about Match's late night visit and the new kid that Match brought with him. Maybe at the festival tonight he'd be able to report.
((Last names...lemme think. (Sorry I didn't post them in the last post, I ha dthem written out then TI censored my post. -_-. Wingley, Huges, August, Isles, Falcon, Hill, Charles, Luther, Prior, and Cort))
((Oh, you are fine ^_^. I like these.)))
Kyvan and Bright trooped tiredly down the street. It had been an extrememly long hard day at work and nothing but tonight's festival was on his mind.
Bright looked about as tired as he felt and nervous too. She kept jumping at the slightest noise and looking over their shoulders.
"You're going to make us look like we're guilty," Kyvan sighed, keeping his head down.
"I can't help it," Bright growled. "They got Bud when he was walking along. What makes you think they aren't on our tails."
"Because," Kyvan explained, "THey'd have the entire army after us. If they were following us we'd know about it."
Bright relaxed slightly as they entered the market. "Where is that pesky girl at? I am hungry and want to go home."
Kyvan looked up for the first time and looked around. That's when he spotted her. She looked cornered and there was that creep with a bottle in his hand.
Bright saw them a moment before Kyvan and was already rushing over there with Kyvan right on her heels.
Darkyn wore a dirty hood and cloths and kept his head down as he made his way down the street. HE entered the market and started to head toward the library.
Try heard running foot steps, she was standing stock still, straddling her bike and cursing herself for giving her only means of protection away.
"My brother's coming, he's gonna be mad at you." she said, her hands gripped tightly at her handle bars as Ben's sweaty hands touched her more. She didn't know why she'd froze, she wished he wasn't pressing his body against her leg so tightly, she could push off he backed up a little. But she couldn't even get her hands to let go of the bar. Ben mumbled something drunkenly, oblivious to the people running towards him.
Risk picked up a rock and satred at it for a while before throwing it off the steps. He'd wondered if he'd been forgotten, if they'd sent a new and better spy out. No, Darkyn wouldn't forget him. Darkyn wanted him to succeed, Darkyn cared about him right? Yeah that's right, he wasn't forgotten, he'd be able to report soon.
((Which one should be the last name?))
((LEt me think on it a bit.....)))
Bright reached Tristain first. She yanked her back and then stood between her and the creep. Kyvan, on the other hand, drew his fist back and punched him right in the jaw. The man fell back onto the ground, but Kyvan didn't let him stay there. He grabbed him by his shirt and picked him up and pinned him to the wall.
"Did he hurt you?" Kyvan didn't look at Tristian, he kept his eyes locked on the man.
Darkyn made his way to the library and spotted Risk. He watched him for a moment, studying him.
"Hey, boy." he called to him. "Come here."
Try fell to the ground, the bike falling on top of her. She muttered under her breath as she pushed the bike off her leg.
"No, not really." she responded, nothing had physically hurt but she nearly had a flashback/panic attack. She stood up and righted hr bike, checking to make sure everything sin tact. She didn't feel like going back home with Kyvan just yet. She straddled her bike again. She glared at her handlebars, now hating herself for not fighting against Ben and forf reaking out.
"I'm going to deliver this stuff, I'll meet you at home." she added as she pushed off and started to pedal.
Risk walked over, he recognnized Darkyn's voice,
"'Ello mizza gotsum spare cahnge?" he asked stcking his palm out, he still needed to act the part, people might still be watching them.
Kyvan shoved the man hard against the wall again. "If you so much as look at her again you won't live to see the next morning. Am I clear?"
The man nodded and Kyan dropped him on the ground and the man hurridly left .
Kyvan was breathing heavily as he turned to look at Bright.
"Don't kill him," she said as she watched Tristian leave. "She'll be out of a job."
Kyvan marched past her- the opposite way of home. Bright looked after him. "WHere are you going?"
"To get her something that she can use to slice his head off," he called back.
"Shopping," Bright grinned as she ran after him, "Nice."
Darkyn looked at Risk. "Only if you help me with an eran boy."
He turned on his heel and walked down an alley where there was a prepared room for them to meet so they didn't have to act.
He went to an old door and walked inside. He left it open for Risk to follow.
Try pedaled to the first adress and delivered the box. The person at the door was a snooty maid in painfully high heels. And Try didn't mean painful to wear, she meant painful to be stepped on by the high heels, the maid accidently stepped on her big toe, giving Try the realization that her shoes were very low quality and didn't protect her from anything.
The next address was a set of docuemnts, this doo was answered by an eager, fancily dressed boy, a party was going on in the house and the boy looked very uncofmortable and overly warm in his strached color. Try handed him the paper package.
"Oh goodie, this stupid party may be over now!" the boy exclaimed as he went to dlaiver the package to his father. Try delivered the othe rthinsg quickly, no other notible places she delivered, but she stored the addresses in her memory to write down later. She turned adns atrted to ike back to the station, her big toe, the one that the maid had stepped on felt really odd right now, it hurt and felt like it was bruising. *High heels are dangerous weapons.* Try deicded.
Risk pounced after Darkyn adn into the prepared room, he shut the door and then quickly dropped to one knee, bowing.
"Sir." he siad respectfully, he knew he was going to have to report to Darkyn, which though cool wasn't what he wanted. He wanted to see the captain's daughter again. Which was odd he guessed, he'd have to figure out why sometime.
((Sorry I disappeared yesterday, something came up.))
Darkyn motioned for Risk to stand. "As you most likely know: tonight is the festival and another rebel death. This is onlyt the beginning. Soon I will have worked my way to Kyvan Bloodsworth and then that pesky ex-prince."
Darkyn sighed. "Have I ever told you the story of that, Risk?"
((What kind of weapon do you want for Tristian?)))
((Hmm, something nice adn sharp but easy toide...or a taser...I don't know you pikc something awesome. :-P))
"No, sir." Risk said, he stood up and brushed his kees off. Risk had never liked bowing, it'd always hurt his knees. He stood at a sort of 'parade rest' his leg aprt his arms bhind his back, his hands flat against the small of his back, palms facing outward. Risk was eager for Darkyn to tell the story, he'd always wante dto hear it, he'd asked teh soldier before but they never told him anything useful.
"Well," Darkyn began. "It all started when I was the king's cheif commanding officer. I alone was below the king and the royal family. I served the king hornorably, protecting him from that assassign Bloodsworth who had killed his own father for power. But the eldest prince was working with Bloodsworth, they both had it planned to kill the king so Bloodsworth could gain his father's old office in the army and the prince take the throne. They even had the princess in on it."
Darkyn sighed sadly, "Alas, I found out the plan too late. Bloodsworth posioned both the king and the queen. I discovered the prince behind it all and sent the soldiers to arrest him and the princess and to kill Bloodsworth, but they had escaped into the night- even taking the youngest prince with them."
Darkyn glared at the door, "The prince began to tell rebels that I was the one to kill the king and queen. That I was the one who had killed Captian Bloodsworth." Darkyn fell silent for a moment, like this memory was a very painful memory, "They have been gathering a rebel army ever since, and Bloodsworth has sworn to kill me for stopping him and the prince."
Risk listend in breathless awe to the story. His child's eyes grew lagre as the story unfolded.
"They lie to th people?" he asked, "That's wrong, when you are a leader you should always tell the truth. He added. He drew himself up rpoudly, "When I join the military I certainly won't lie to the men underneath me. After all he was expecting to join the military and Risk wanted to be a general, he would serve Darkyn loyally.
Darkyn smiled and placed a hand on Risk's shoulder. "Good. Now, this is what I need you to do. You will need to be somewhere high up so you can see everyone. I need you to take a book with you and write down everyone that looks like they are morning the reble's death. Wrtie down every detail. I will be having others do this as well, but I know I can count of you to do the job righte."
"Yes sir," he said. He spotted a notebook and pencil lying on the table and picked them up, shoving them into his pocket. He have to document things in secret, street urchins normally didn't know how to write.
"You'd better give me some change before I leave...or throw me out." he said, he didn't want to appear suspicious to anyone who may be watching the door they'd gone in.
Try biked back to the station. Ben shot her a dirty look, but kept his distance as she parked her bike. Try ignored him, and after cheking out turned and walked home. Her hands shoved into her poclets, she was tired, and her nerves still a little frayed from what Ben had done earlier.
Darkyn stood and grabbed Risk by his shirt. "I'm counting on you, Risk. You are like a son to me. Don't let me down."
Darkyn then opened the door and tossed Risk out, "Get lost ya little rat." he slammed the door behind him.
Kyvan and Bright sat in the kitchen. Kyvan had placed Tristian's small packages on the table. Bright and Kyvan had gotten into an argument about what to get her. Bright had wanted something easy to hide and Kyvan had wanted something to pack a powerful punch. In the end they had gotten her two different things. Bright had found as nice switchblade knife that was long and had two kinds of blades in one (one side ofthe blade was smooth like a knife while the other side had teeth like a saw) and Kyvan had found a small bracelet that contained hidden needles that could inject someone with a quick acting poision that would paralise them for a breif period of time.
Jax was sitting at the table too. He was was discussing with Kyvan who was going to go to the festival tonight. Kyvan was relieved that everyone in their house was accounted for, but he was worried for the other rebels.
"I think she's home," Bright murmmered.
"Tristian?" Kyvan called. "Could you come in the kitchen for a moment?"
Tristian walked into the kitchen. She looked at Kyvan,
"What do you want me to do? she asked, her hands still shoved into her pockets. She pushed her hat back so it was at a juanty angle on her head and her face was easy to see. Try studied both packages on the table and then looked back at Kyvan and Bright, wondering what they wanted her for.
Risk slammed into the ground and jumped to his feet, brushing himself off,
"Alrigh' be 'at way, ya never gonna git me to do nuttin' no more." he shouted, still playing the part. He turned and ran off to find somewhere to hunker down until the feast started.
((Were those weapons okay? If you want I can change them...))
Kyvan nodded at the packages. "Those are for you."
He turned back to Jax, "Bright is going to stay here with the kids tonight. You and Sharp will be a group and Gloss and Stump will be to."
"What about you?" Jax asked.
"Oh, I'll be at the feast too." Kyvan assured him.
((Yeah, those weapons are, cool. :-D))
Try took the packages off the table and opened them up, she opened them up and then studied her weapons. The bracelet would be useful, and the switchblade would be useful. She slipped the bracelet on her wrist and tucked the switchblade into her waistband.
"Am I coming?" she asked, she hadn't switched out of her uniform because she saw no reason too.
"Thank you for the gifts." she added rather gruffly, still not good at saying thank you. She was glad Bright or Lyvan hadn't asked why she'd frozen up or why she didn't have her knife. She hoped the little girl at the desk hadn't been hurt after she left.
Kyvan looked over at Tristian and slowly thought her offer over. "If you want you can...but if you don't we have somethings you could helpe us out with here too." Kyvan shrugged. "it is up to you."
Darkyn's servants pinned the last of his badges onto the front of his uniform and then left with a low bow. Darkyn observed himself in the mirror and nodded in approval. he looked the part of a strong and powerful ruler.
He turned and walked out of the room to head to his balcony. It was almost time for the festival.