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Post by Bramwell on Aug 29, 2012 0:59:01 GMT -5
Izzy didn't want to move from his balled up position that managed to fight of some of the pain, but his bewilderment and pain made him surprisigly compliant as Azuya rolled him on to his back. Feeling at though he were too weak to resist even the little slip of an Asian youth, he lay there and allowed the Empath to work whatever medical magic he had.
It was at this point that what had happened occured to him. He'd been fighting with the establishment's owner, who had taken an odd interest in the boy and then...he remembered the lancing pain in his stomach, which was soon reflected in the real world as Azuya pressed an iodine soaked cloth to his injury. Izzy hissed in response and his muscles clenched automatically at the pain. God, what did it hurt so much?
"Fuck. I'm never..."
Breathlessly he laughed.
"I'm never stabbing anything again"
His sword, Hilde, was a massive scale comparitive to the little fruit knife he'd been stabbed with, yet it felt as though the wound were far worse than it was. Perhaps Izzy was just being over-dramatic. The pain began to subside a little, though a dull throb lingered and finally he felt brave enough to prop himself up. The Asian youth then asked the usual, obligatory question as to his health.
"Like shit. Like I've been stabbed"
He answered honestly, though with a surprising amount of good humour. God, what a pair they looked. Izzy had a split lip and a black eye from brawling, a bruised nose from being headbutted and now an unhealthy pale palour to his skin. Azuya didn't look much better, a wild fear in his eyes and a scruffy compsoure, dishevelled. At least he was mostly unharmed. Then he realised just how absurd this was.
"Shit. I don't even know you"
And yet he had run to his defense when the proprieter's intentions had been untoward. The Brit mentally tried to think on that. The look in his eyes, it wasn't a greed for Azuya's body, well maybe partly, but there was something else. Like something about Azuya would make for a great show piece...
It was then the silence struck.
"Shit!"
Izzy looked about frantically at the deserted room, then grimaced and pressed a hand to his newly acquired battle scar.
"Where is everybody?"
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 29, 2012 2:00:40 GMT -5
" would you believe that they all got bored and went home?'
Azuya asked sheepishly from behind his bangs. He was still feeling weak and the whole blood thing hadn't helped but it was dangerous to stay Here. *
"Think you can stand? I'll grab out stuff we dong want to iangerhere."
*Azuya pointed out dragging himself to his feet bot without some effort he collected their items, Poor Azuya had ti drag the crusaders weapon across the floor it was so heavy.*
"ready?"
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 29, 2012 8:03:30 GMT -5
"Hah, not on your life."
But it didn't seem now was the best time for explanations. With a concerted effort, the Crusader stood and even despite his injury, flung the sword that the Empath had struggled with over his shoulder, as though it were nary a feather. He behaved himself and did not protest when Azuya had dragged his baby across the floor.
"Yeah, I think I'm ok"
Well, this had certainly turned in to quite the mess. Last night Izzy had wandered into the hotel without a care in the world and now he was fleeing from God only knew what, a stab wound in his gut and a new partner in crime. Despite it all, it was rather refreshing.
Still clutching his side, Izzy made for the back exit of the cafeteria, hoping to avoid any further confrontation. It was not to be however, for the rat-faced owner flung open a set of double doors, an EDF soldier in tow.
"Him!"
The proprietor hissed through his yellow teeth, pointing plainly at Azuya.
"He's the Seuss minion!! And the muscle-head is his bodyguard..."
Isambard turned to Azuya, giving him an appraising look, confused by the accusation. Despite the boy's shifty nature, Izzy just couldn't believe that Azuya would work for Seuss, he was too timid, too gentle, too...cute. No. He wouldn't believe it.
"Right. Time to go!"
The EDF agent pointed the barrel of his standard issue rifle at the pair and demanded they surrender, but Izzy didn't take any heed and instead grabbed Azuya and with a mighty push, launched him through the open back door, following quickly behind. He slammed the door shut and dragged the Asian to the side. Seconds later they heard the distinct "taka" noise as bullets ripped through the wooden frame and Izzy just laughed.
Now they were fugitives.
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 29, 2012 14:40:43 GMT -5
*azuya swore a torrent of expletives*
"THEY ARE FRUCKING SHROOTING AT US! Why? Why would they do that?"
*he garbled pulling at his hair.*
"we need to get out of here we need to run, ans that they think I work for Suess, well I guess thats bot so weird given the circumstances but they have fucking guns! With bullets!"
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 29, 2012 14:41:56 GMT -5
*Azuya claimed about a little more looking to izzy dir help*
'What do we FRUCKING do? "
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Post by Bramwell on Aug 30, 2012 0:57:25 GMT -5
Azuya's outburst was understandable gvein the circumstance, this wasn't exactly how Izzy had planned to spend his morning either and now they were likely wanted criminals by the EDF for being Seuss Minions? He'd never heard anything so ridiculous.
"Just chill, ok?"
Inside he could here murmurs, shouted threats and the sound of someone approaching the door, they didn't have much time to make a move, but flapping about it wasn't going to change anything. Turning he took his new companion by the shoulders, shook him gently and looked him straight in the eye.
"Look. This is just a misunderstanding, they think you're a Seuss Minion. We can clear this up, but they're not going to listen to us here. We have to go. Ok? I need you to go look for anything we can hitch a ride in, there's a carpark round front, find a car, or a motorbike and bring it round if it's safe."
Izzy licked his lips and looked backwards, the sound from behind encroaching closer. It wouldn't be long before the EDF soldier was through the door.
"I'll hold anyone off here. Don't get caught...and if you can't come back for me, just go. If we do get seperated, then head for New York, hopefully you can clear this up with one of the comissionors there."
The Crusader removed his hands from Azuya's delicate shoulders and turned on heel, nudging Hilde of his shoulder as he did so. With a dramatic twirl, he brought the sword round ready to bite. He wasn't about to kill any EDF soldiers, but they were going to get one hell of a ride.
"Right."
With one hand clitched to his stomach and the other firmly gripped around his sword he approached the door and not a moment too soon, for it splintered outwards with the weight of the EDF soldier who had been shooting at them.
Dear God, he hoped Azuya had it in him to get moving.
Well, that and that Azuya wasn't really a Seuss Minion or he'd made a very, very poor mistake.
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Post by Kitti Roguehart on Aug 30, 2012 21:35:10 GMT -5
*Azuya dumbly nodded, glad to have some sort of instruction. The Englishman's reassuring hands on his shoulders and his steady gaze seemed to ground Azuya.*
"Ok, I'll see what I can do." *He replied but Izzy was already in battle mode a grim look of resignation and something else was etched on his face. Azuya turned to go.
-They think I'm a Seuss minion?- Sure using his powers in that way probably was not the best idea he had ever had but Azuya had hoped that blind fear would of kept the authorities away long enough for the pair to make their escape. Sadly things never really went as Azuya hoped.
Grumbling as he walked off in the direction of the car park that Izzy had mentioned he pulled out his tablet. Deftly he flicked through the wealth of information, searching for what he needed. -Ah the Anarchists cook book- He flicked through the document with a grim smile before finding the section on hot wiring vehicles.
It had started to rain, which normally would be an annoyance but it helped to muffled his footsteps as he approached his "prey".
Working cars were a rarity in this day and age but lucky for Azuya the EDF teams currently inside the cafe had access to a lot of them. It was a gamble but Azuya wasn't willing to live the life of a fugitive alone and Izzy was clearly in no position to be on foot. He went in for the kill.
The target was small, well by American standards, to Azuya it was a huge beast of a car, Cherry red and very intimidating. He had driven only a handful on times and that was back home. The cars of the US terrified him, but not as much as the idea of being alone. He tried the door and amazingly to his disbelief the door was not locked. he opened it a crack. holding his breath he gently opened the drivers door, looking all about him in case of being spotted. There was nothning but the pattering of the rain on tarmac.
Gingerly he lifted himself into the car and set his tablet on the seat next to him, the instructions of hot wiring a car reassuringly flickered back up at him in black and white. After another quick scout Azuya set to work. It was simple childs play and in moments the car roared to life.
"Hey! hey you, get away from there, you dammed kid!"
*Azuya shot up at the noise, one of the EDF soldiers was walking towards him, with a look of mild annoyance. -Good- Azuya thought -He has not realized its me.- Strapping himself in securely, he took the wheel and raced passed the befuddled EDF unit.
"Come back you fuc~"
*But the guard was cut off as Azuya raced back to where Izzy was waiting.*
"Quick get in, we need to go. There is a guy coming behind me!"
*He shouted bringing the car to a skidded halt mere inches from where Izzy had just felled a soldier. The bandages that Azuya had wrapped him in were stained a light pink and Izzy was covered in a fine sweat that not even the rain could banish.
-Best not tell him that I was aimed to be a lot further away, poor guys suffered enough for one morning, doesn't need to know that I almost killed him- Azuya thought as the revved the engine.
Grabbing the riot helmet in the passenger foot-well he lobbed it at the remaining EDF goon, waiting for Izzy to climb in the car.
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Post by Bramwell on Sept 1, 2012 6:43:49 GMT -5
The EDF soliders were well trained and worked surpringly well as a unit, but Izzy had a passion that they lacked and despite being injured and outnumbered, he pulled out the hero card and fought valiantly to protect the Asian youth and his own life at that.
An age passed.
Another lifetime after that...
With each swing the sword became heavier, a weight of burden he felt he couldn't bear another moment. He had no choice though; so he endured. Stroke after stroke...Stoke after stroke.
The Crusader had managed to take out 3 EDF soliders, but for each defeated, another backup unit would arrive. Another solider with a gun and a name to make for himself. The burning in his stomach was intense and Izzy's fingers had long since gone numb. It was a wonder he had managed to keep a firm grip on the hilt with the rain, the sweat.
Had time stopped and forgotten to tell Isambard?
The battle raged and Izzy resigned himself to fate. Azuya wasn't coming back. He'd been caught. He was dead. He'd left him behind....But no! The look of sheer horror on the soldier's face and the sound of screeching rubber on tarmac told him otherwise. Isambard was saved!
An angel spoke: "Quick get in, we need to go. There is a guy coming behind me!"
A hideous cherry red vehicle pulled up close to him with a skill level that rivalled that of The Stig and the Brit needed no further cue to act than that. With a final burst of adrenaline, Izzy dived into the seat, even as Azuya launched a helmet at the remaining EDF body. Without even telling his body to do so, his arm reached out and slammed shut the door on the ugly American hunk of metal. Perhaps not the most inconspicuous getaway vehicle, but certainly one with wheels and that, that was enough.
"HAHAHAHAH! Whoooooooo~!"
Isambard shouted a victory cry, overpowing the ~plink plink~ sounds as new soldiers shot at them, the bullets ricocheting off the body of the American muscle.
"So boss, what now?"
The Casanova grinned at the Alice Hand beehind the wheel as the car skidded out of Laurel Park Place for good.
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