Destuin (high leveled security prison) RPG Thread!!!

[Zup]

Kyorren's back slammed into the wall behind her, and the impact emitted a squeal from her as Fyranious choked her, viciously locking eyes with her. Hasseon drew his sword and prepared to go after the attacker, but Kyorren's impact had alerted the other two guards, and he instead went to take them out first.

"Finally got my hands on you, you little b-"

Fyranious did not finish his sentence as Kyorren quickly jabbed him in the eyes with her fingers. She finished removing his grip by biting down on his hand, and the Destuin guard screamed in pain, backing away.

She immediately took a few light steps forward, her right foot kicking against Fyanious's stomach a number of times before Kyorren twisted around and threw a powerful left kick to the back of his skull.

"Oh, you're quite the feisty girl, aren't ya?" Fyranious chuckled, jumping to his feet and drawing his staff. As both a display of his skill and to warm up, he began to twirl the weapon in his hands, his eyes never leaving Kyorren. "Too bad I'm getting tired of it."

"Hm...Feels...a...a little odd to strike such a pretty girl."

"No sins in ya, man, cuz it ain't happenin'!" Hasseon yelled as he jumped off of the wall behind Fyranious, his sword swinging down to the cadet's skull.

Fyranious twisted around and deflected the sword, though he was attacked so quickly that he lost his balance and fell onto his rear. "You almost got me killed you idiot!"

"S-sorry."

"Stop complaining!"

Hasseon rested his sword on his shoulder, standing beside Kyorren. "The the the the the is wrong with this guy?"

"A lot of things," Kyorren replied, brushing hair out of her face. "Thanks for the save."

Hasseon grinned and tilted his head towards her, his finger tapping against his cheek.

Kyorren smiled back before backhanding him in the designated spot.

"D*mn...you hit hard."

"Rrrreowr."

Hasseon raised an eyebrow as Kyorren dashed off to Fyranious, who was getting back to his feet. She hopped up and kicked upward, sending his staff spiraling away.

She landed gracefully and her fingers jabbed into the man's chest and arms, causing them to fall to his sides, frozen stiff.

"What the the the the the did you do?!?"

Kyorren twisted until her back was to Fyranious, placing her right fist against her left palm, using the open hand to thrust her elbow into Fyranious's throat.

The cadet fell to the ground in a choking fit, holding his neck in his hands. "Little b-"

The doors that Kyorren, Hasseon, and Fyranious had used to enter this corridor burst open, and the footsteps of incoming guards could be heard. The leaders of that pack quickly spotted the group, and ordered them to attack while defending Fyranious.

"Let's beat it, babe!" Hasseon said, sprinting by and grabbing Kyorren's wrist.

"I told you to stop calling me that!"

"Woof woof!"

Kyorren rolled her eyes."That's not nearly as cute as you think it is."

The two ran through the doors, and were happy to see that they were in the yard of the prison, and that escape was so, so close.

Hasseon released Kyorren's wrist, pointing to their destination. He lead the girl towards a particularly low part of the wall surrounding the prison, and smiled back to her. "Kitty ready to jump?"

"So I'm a cat now?"

Hasseon chuckled. "Well that dude kept tryna call you a b*tch, and I don't think you like that."

Kyorren smiled before looking over her shoulder at the incoming guards. "Hurry! What do we do?"

Hasseon put his back to the wall and cupped his hands in front of him. "I'll boost you up! C'mon!"

[Redhollowlives999]

"Sir! Two prisoners were seen scaling the wall! One tall male, the other was a short woman with blue hair. According to our reports, its the same girl that was moved to the lower levels."

"!" Red shoved the man to run to his closet. He pulled out his best weapon. The weapon turned out to be a pitch blade scythe, with a golden dragon swirling down to the end of the blade. At the end of the scythe, there was a dagger-tail chain; extending about 10 feet. It was conveniently tied around the bottom of the scythe. The material looked rather rare, and light from the way Red could pick it up, but heavy when he planted it infront of him; most likely it was made from materials from Elmsworth. "I have a score to settle with the blue haired one."




Hollow ran through the corridor. Quietly moving through each section. Right before he reached the exit, he encountered Celty, who was also running for the exit.

"So you heard?"

"Yeah, same girl."

"Ugh," Red said with an annoyed voice, "Where is that slacker Noise?"

"Not sure."

"I'm never gonna be able to head for the castle. the the the the, I'm gonna have to write up another report."

"I'll take care of that sir."

Red chuckled. "Please. Oh and this time, let me actually beat the crap out of this one."


Red and Celty finally made it out; just in time to see the two scale the mountain. Red kept running, Celty on the other hand stopped and readied her bow. She loaded 3 arrows and awaited patiently. "Ready.... Fire." She fired her 3 arrows. Kyorren managed to make it down the other side before the arrow got close. Hasseon on the other hand...


Also managed to not get hit. Dodging the two other arrows. But Hasseon lost his balance.

"Good work Celty," Hollow complemented, "That wall is far too high for him to come out unharmed. Where is Noise?!" Hollow grunted as he proceeded running. "Open the gate. Me and Celty will return shortly." Hollow said, slightly struggling to keep his heavy Scythe over his shoulder; though his running was not at all obstructed nor did it the weapon slow him down. "I'm not holding back this time you mystic scum."

[Zup]

Kyorren dropped down gracefully, breathing a sigh of relief that the arrows fired at her managed to not strike.

Hasseon wasn't so lucky.

He fell to the ground on the other side of the wall with a heavy thud not on his feet, but on his side, and he shrieked in pain, clutching his left arm.

"AH! DAMMIT!"

Kyorren moved over to him, kneeling down. "Are you okay?!?"

The swordsman gritted his teeth and positioned himself into a sitting position, still holding his left arm. "Y-yeah I'm fine."

The woman shook her head, getting a closer look at the limb. It looked fine, but she heard that tiny crack. "It's gotta be broken. Hasseon don't-!"

"Not now!" barked Hasseon, jumping to his feet. He drew his scimitar and slashed diagonally upwards, slicing the arrow aiming at his skull. Kyorren readied herself for combat as the arrow pieces fell to the grass.

Warden Redhollow and the archer woman strolled into the battlefield.

"Thought you could escape, huh?" growled the warden. He removed his scythe from his shoulder, the blade slightly glistening in the sunlight. "Idiots."

Hasseon twirled his scimitar in his hand, keeping his left arm pressed against his body to help alleviate some of the pain. "Just get the the the the the outta here before you get killed."

"Tch," replied Redhollow. "Celty, you go after the blue-haired one. I'll help you when I shut this guy's mouth."

Kyorren giggled just a bit. "Believe me, I've already tried."

The fight broke out in a flash as Celty fired another arrow, this time at Kyorren. Hasseon sliced this one as well, but he could not stay to defend the weaponless Kyorren as Redhollow made a mad dash for him, scythe hacking down from above. The black blade of his scimitar slammed against the inside of the scythe, redirecting it to the side. He slammed his knee into Redhollow's side, and though it wasn't very damaging, it managed to force the warden back.

Kyorren was about to assist Hasseon, but she had problems of her own. Celty shot an arrow once again, and no sword was there to protect her. Instead she rolled to the side, quickly jumping back to her feet to sprint for the woman.

Her three downward chops were blocked by Celty's arm, but Kyorren could feel that the woman was not prepared for the prisoner's sudden attacks. She utilized this surprise by twisting around to kick Celty's calf, buckling the woman's legs. Kyorren continued her attack with a powerful palm thrust to the woman's back, pushing her face-first to the ground.

Hasseon ducked under four consecutive scythe swings that built off of the previous one's momentum, giving him no time to use his own attacks. He was constantly being pushed back, with no openings.

Warden Redhollow changed up his attacks by twisting his scythe to swing upwards. Hasseon did not see the sudden switch coming, and so he failed to properly evade or defend himself, receiving a cut a few inches long on the right side of his chest.

Redhollow had the chance to follow-through with another cut or two, though that opportunity was taken away as Kyorren's flying knee struck him in the back, causing him to stumble. Kyorren ducked under his retaliatory backhand arm swing, then jabbed his left arm and shoulder, causing his scythe-holding arm to slack. Hasseon was able to take a few steps back and recover his breath.

"Thanks," he muttered.

"No problem...This guy's an a-"

Kyorren fell to the ground as the chain on the end of Redhollow's scythe wrapped around her left foot, pulling her to the ground. The warden yanked the weapon towards him, ready to pull Kyorren into range to stab the blade straight into her heart. Hasseon dived forward and grabbed her hand, resisting Redhollow's pull.

Unfortunately for the two prisoners, Celty was able to recover and shoot another arrow, and it nicked Hasseon on the shoulder.

"DAMMIT!"

His grip on Kyorren's hand was released and the girl was pulled to Redhollow, who grinned as he lifted his scythe into the air to chop down...

[deadly virus]

Dr M's 6th report on subject 422:

After countless hours of searching I found more info on this asylum....and even more hours reading about it and studying Virus. The building was haunted and from everything that I've read, had its own conscience. As difficult as that is to believe... the more I read about it, the more and more I believe it to be true. The building is long gone, but Im noticing alot of similarities with it and Virus. I have a theory.... What if Virus is a physical manifestation of the former asylum...as in it lives on through him. I know this is madness, but prove me wrong. Everything makes sense now... all the various voices and such. At first I was terrified by him, but now Im also equally fashinated by him. I must study him further.

[Redhollowlives999]

Kyorren's eyes widened as she saw the warden lift his scythe in the air. "No!" She said with a scream. Her eyes quickly scanned for any possible way to survive. She closely wait for the scythe to come down; timing what could have been her only hope to live. As the Scythe began to descended, Kyorren could feel her heart racing. She acted quickly as soon as the blade was inches away from her chest.

Kyorren smacked the side of the blade with her fist and quickly rolled in the opposite direction. She could feel as the scythe connected; then jabbed right through the ground beneath her. The blade went about 2 feet in to the dirt, causing trouble for the warden to remove it quickly for a second attack. She abused of this short time to untie the chain from her bloody leg. She flinched at the pain; she proceeded to get up and run. "Get back here you rat with thumbs!"

Kyorren ran towards Celty; who was busy battling Hasseon. "Hasseon!"

Celty turned to shot 3 arrows at Kyorren, who dodge them ease; if anything, she looked like she was practicing a dance; ducking and weaving. Kyorren kicked the back of Celty's head when she finally got close, Celty failed to evade and collapsed. "Lets get out of here!"






Hollow grunted as he gave one more pull at his blade; which he successfully released after. "Darn it," Hollow said with a sigh, "They got away. You alright Celty."

"That skank..."

"Lets rest before we search."

[Zup]

The pair of prisoners ran through the surrounding forest outside of Destuin, never stopping once, even if they stumbled (and they did several times).

After a few minutes of constant running, it dawned on them that Redhollow and Celty were no longer giving chase, permitting them time to rest. The sky above was starting to turn orange, and though they were still at risk of being attacked in the woods, they figured it was best to make camp.

Kyorren dropped down against a thick tree, panting heavily. She clutched her leg, and though the bleeding had stopped, it still stung. She gritted her teeth as her fingers touched the tender skin. It would take about a day for that wound to recover.

She looked over to Hasseon, who had dropped completely face-first onto the dirt in the small circle clearing they had found, releasing his grip on his scimitar. He was still breathing, but he was (understandably) fatigued and in need of serious sleep.

After a few moments of silence, Kyorren finally said, "Hasseon?"

The reply came after a small pause. "Yeah?"

"You...you okay?"

Hasseon turned his head to lay on its left side so that he could look at Kyorren. "Yeah I'll be fine. Just a few scratches."

"And a broken arm," replied Kyorren, brushing hair out of her eyes. "You don't have to act tough."

"Not an act."

"Uh huh."

Hasseon chuckled before rolling over onto his back, staring straight up at the orange sky above him. Kyorren noticed that he had kept his left arm tucked against his chest as much as possible, not budging it an inch. She herself had broken her arm a few years ago, and remembered it being an incredibly painful injury. How could he stand to fight, run, and even rest around with it untreated? Was it really broken? Did he want to impress her that much? Was he just that strong?

"Man I'm hungry," said Hasseon, tapping his stomach. "Can you cook?"

"Tch," said Kyorren, folding her arms across her chest. "'Can you cook?' he says."

Hasseon excitedly rolled over to look at Kyorren again, his eyes bright. "Wait, you can cook? Really? Alriiiiiight! Looks like I won't be star-"

"Cook with what?" came Kyorren's response. She motioned around them, pointing out that the forest was devoid of animal life, and the plants didn't look very appetizing either. "Unless you wanna eat bugs, dirt, and tree leaves."

"Got my hopes up for nothing."

"Well," Kyorren said, sighing. "As soon as you're ready we can keep going. I'm sure we'll hit Darakin soon."

Hasseon groaned before rolling back over to his stomach. "Lemme take a quick nap. I'll be spiffy in a jiffy."

Kyorren giggled and nodded, ending the conversation there. She looked back towards where they had come, understanding that it was up to her to take the watch shift. She glanced down at her leg, then returned her vision to the forest towards Destuin.

I really hope they don't come after us...

[Redhollowlives999]

Red looked carefully at the sun, which was slowly setting back to the other side of Legaia. "Lets move."



Hollow ran, holding his scythe on his back. His squads followed behind; Celty and Desimer running in front of them.

"Desimer, I want you to take your squadron and go search the Lake. Celty I want you to take your squad deeper into the forest. I will take my men to the main road. We will block it off and wait. If you find them, DO NOT ENGAGE. Report back to me before attacking and restraining. Understood?"

"Yes sir!"

Red ran ahead. Celty and her group separated, turned towards the left. Celty looked towards Hollow, yelling: "Squad 1 falling out."

Desimer headed the opposite direction. "Squad 2 falling out!"

"Squad 3, lets move!"

"Sir!"

Hollow ran faster, leaving his own squad in the dust. "S-sir?"

"What a douche."

"Quiet! We're on duty!"

"You're suck an こし kisser leim."

"He's a scary man."

"Shhh quiet he's slowing down."

"Move faster men!"

"We're going as fast as we can sir! Our Armor is heavy."

Red looked forward again, disgusted that one of his men even thought of saying that to his face. "Hmph."

[Zup]

Kyorren had begun to nod off, her eyelids drooping down and her head leaning to the side when Hasseon suddenly sat up, stretching his arms and yawning. "Woo...I feel great now."

"W-wha...er...hm?" the confused girl asked, shaking her head and rubbing her eyes. "Oh...hm. Morning."

"Mornin'," came Hasseon's reply. He slowly got onto his feet, groaning as he felt his legs were asleep. "So...ready to head out?"

Kyorren yawned herself and nodded, rubbing her hands on the sides of her upper arms. She couldn't help but glance to her right shoulder where her Mystic symbol was. "Yeah. Let's go."

* * *

The stroll was, thankfully, uneventful. They hadn't heard signs of the Destuin guards chasing after them, nor could they see any other hints of danger. So, the two just strolled on for the better part of an hour, talking and getting to know each other better.

"Kravia," Hasseon answered, tapping his good hand against his stomach. "We were a family of, uh...heh...looters I guess you could say."

Kyorren chuckled. "So are you in prison for being a Mystic or just being a thief?"

"Tch. Never been caught. Well...I haven't been anyway."

The blue-haired girl frowned. "What do you mean?"

"Well," her companion began, head in the clouds. "My parents...they kinda died. Heh. They got caught one day. Owner of the house caught 'em, got out his sword, and-"

"Er, that's...that's okay," Kyorren responded, rubbing her left arm with her right hand. "I'm sorry."

"Nah it's no biggie. Weren't too close anyway."

Nevertheless, Kyorren felt uncomfortable. She bit her lip and said nothing for the next few minutes, not even glancing in Hasseon's direction. Her parents were still alive and well, and even though she hadn't lived with them for years, they were still around should she need them. She did take one guilty glance at Hasseon, only to turn away as he caught her peek and returned it with a smile.

"No need to worry about it. So how are your folks? If you don't mind' my askin' I mean."

"Oh...Well, um. They're okay."

"That's good."

"Yeah. They're retired mercenaries actually."

"No kiddin'?" asked Hasseon, rubbing his chin. "Heh. You follow their footsteps or anythin'? You don't look like much of a fighter. Like a delicate little flower or somethin'."

Kyorren rolled her eyes, folding her arms across her chest. "Keep talkin, Hasseon. Keep talkin..."

Hasseon laughed, nodding. "Alright alright. Mercenaries, huh? Do anything big?"

"Uh, yeah I guess. Maybe you've heard of them? Taelee and Zur-"

Hasseon stopped in his tracks, eyes wide open and jaw slacked. "W-w-what'd you say?!?"

Kyorren giggled. "So you have heard of-"

The normally cocky and laid-back man suddenly hopped back, straightening his back and bowing down. "Uh yes yes I've heard of 'em! They're like the deadliest fighters in-! But how-? I mean...Holy..."

Kyorren patted the air in front of her, motioning for Hasseon to calm down. "Hey, hey, take it easy."

Hasseon suddenly realized what he was doing and he coughed to clear his throat, returning to his laid-back stance and trying to put on an air of "whatever" attitude. "Right, right...My bad."

"Hey...you wanna meet them?" Kyorren asked, tilting her head to the side, smiling with her eyes. She didn't particularly like acting all "girly," but seeing how unnerved the mere mention of her parents made Hasseon, she just had to milk this for all she could.

Hasseon's jaw dropped once again and Kyorren giggled.

* * *

A few more hours of walking took the two prison escapees straight down to Darakin. Her parents didn't live in the city, but she did know that they were supposed to be there for a few days around this time in order to meet with one of the noble families to receive thanks for one of the rescue jobs they did back in their mercenary days. While Kyorren wasn't exactly sure if they'd be in Darakin, it was worth a shot.

"Think we can just waltz in there like this?" Hasseon asked as he looked left and right, suspicious of every single towns person they passed by. "Somebody's gonna turn us in."

"Relax," said Kyorren, gently tapping on his arm. "My parents can get us new clothes so we'll blend in more."

Hasseon suddenly swallowed a lump in his throat. "G-give us new clothes?"

Kyorren nodded, raising a confused eyebrow. "Yeah. Why? Don't wanna walk around in these dirty rags, do you?"

"What...kinda clothes?"

Kyorren suddenly caught wind of what Hasseon was asking about. She smiled, nodding her head again. "Well they'd only have old uniforms from their mercenary band."

Hasseon just about dropped down and fainted.

The two soon made their way to the Darakin well, sitting against it. Kyorren glanced over at one of the broken down homes. It was hers...well, it was hers before she was taken to Destuin. Someone else likely owned it now.

"What are we doin' over here?"

Kyorren scoffed. "They won't let us in the noble quarters," she replied. "Just gonna have to call for them."

"What do you mean 'call for them?'"

Kyorren winked. "Family whistle." She intricately placed her fingers in her mouth and signaled for her parents to come to her call. Hasseon barely even heard the whistle, and he raised an eyebrow, skeptical of if it worked or not.

It did, as evidenced by a muscular, sword-wielding fighter taking a seat right next to Hasseon, causing the later to jump and shriek.

Kyorren smiled as her mother hugged her from behind. "When'd you get out of prison?"

The blue-haired girl chuckled and went over to hug her father. The entire time, Hasseon's jaw was wide open and he was completely motionless. "We, uh...kinda just ran away."

"Nice," said Zuroc, once again taking a seat next to Hasseon, snickering. "So...did this kid help you or did you take him with you while kicking こし?"

"That's Hasseon. He helped me, though."

Zuroc chuckled and waved his hand in front of Hasseon's frozen face, snapping his fingers. He then poked the young man's broken arm, finally eliciting a pained response.

Taelee rolled her eyes and walked over to them, standing beside her daughter. "Play nice."

Kyorren's father held out his hand, but Hasseon fell backwards, just about ready to faint. The other three laughed.

"C'mon, Hasseon. Where's the laid-back, confident thief that helped me escape?"

Hasseon tried to regain his composure, but he was visibly shaken. He shook Zuroc's hand, nodding nervously. "N-n-nice to m-meet you, mister...mister...Z-Zuroc sir."

"Let's go, kiddo," Taelee said to her daughter, patting her shoulder. "Get you out of these rags. Your friend coming, too?"

Kyorren walked over to Hasseon, grabbing his good wrist and helping him to his feet. "Oh, he broke his arm. Can you help?"

"Of course," replied Zuroc, patting Hasseon in the back. "Just as long as he sits and has a drink and a talk with me."

[Redhollowlives999]

"Darn it, no sign of her. Lets head back."

Celty jumped down from the tree tops, "No sign of anything."

A cadet holding a lance ran into the camp. "Sir, we found Noise, unconscious."

Celty gasp, covering her mouth. Red's eyes widened in shock, "W-what?! Are you saying Noise was stuck down?"

"We brought you a lance we found near him."

Red inspected the Lance in the man's hand. That's not his usual Halberd. But Noise is more than capable of fighting an enemy and winning, even if he doesn't use his best weapon... Red was slightly worried, but released the worry with a slight sigh and a chuckle as he turned back to the fire. "Heh, great; another report. I guess it never ends..."

"Desimer brought Noise back to the Hospital in the prison."

"Tell Noise he's in charge of the prison while I'm gone."

Celty turned her head in slight confusion, "Sir?"

"Still gotta hand in these stupid reports. Go, I'll head for the capital."

Celty had a concerned twinkle in her eye, but regardless, she nodded, "Yes sir!"




Everybody but Hollow were all packed up. The Cadets were on their way back to the Prison, "Celty. Can you hold on for a second."

Celty turned to the warden, "Yes sir?" Her face had a faint glow, which to Red, enhanced her beauty.

There was a slight shake in his breath before he spoke. He felt like something bad was gonna happen. He was curious of a few things he wanted to think about on his trip. "What are your views on Mystics? You don't seem like somebody who goes around killing them for sport or kicks and giggles."

"I honestly don't care," Celty motioned for the her squad to move on ahead. She sat next to the warden by the fire, hugging her knees. "My... brother was actually a Mystic. I loved him, we use to play with each other everyday. We never did something without having the other by their side."

"How old is he? Is he still alive?"

Celty's eyes lost the life they held seconds ago, turning completely empty. "He was 10 and I was 11... When my father saw the mark on his mark..."

"Which was where?"

"It was in his head, we were never able to see it because he had long," Celty started to chuckle, "Bushy hair that was always nappy. That was why my uncle decided to cut it one day..." a tear fell down her cheek, "... I'm sorry, I've rambled on." Celty got up and turned her head towards the road back to the prison; Red grabbed her wrist.

"Just sit and relax already." Red rested his head on the log and looked up to the stars above the camp. "Go on, you have to, because now I'm interested."

Celty's eyes lit up once more, "Anyway, they discovered the mark and told my father. He loved Zamai to death,"

"Is that his name?"

"Oh yeah, it is." Celty said with a smile. "Anyway, he was really worried. Then one day... At dinner, about a month after the discovery..."

A man with a big brown beard and a big flourishing mustache came into view, sitting in a very expensive chair, drinking wine and eating. "I've come to a decision."

There was a gasp in the room, a woman eating at the table dropped her fork and accidentally spilled her wine, which nearby waiters immediately started to clean. "Honey...?"

"I'm sorry Zammi."

A younger Celty started to tear up, "Daddy? Whats gonna happen to Zam?"

The older man did not look at the girl, he simply closed his eyes and drank his wine; Celty swore she heard him mutter 'Why did the earth curse me with this situation?'. "Celty, please go to your room."

"No!"

The man's eyes shot open, "CELTY!"

"Mommy!"

The woman who previous dropped her drink went to comfort her daughter. "Please, don't. Nobody has to know."

"Word goes around fast. By know the king probably knows."

"THEN LETS LEAVE! I refuse to let you kill Zamai!" Celty's heart gave a loud thump at the mere utterance of the words Kill and Zamai in the same sentence.

The man simply ignored them, he walked up to his son, who was shivering and crying in his chair. "P-p-ple-ase daddy." The man motioned the guards to move take this family and lock them in their room.

Celty was grabbed by a big guard, "NO!" She wiggled her way out the Guard's arm and ran in front of her brother, loading a toy arrow into a bow she had wrapped cross her chest and pointed it towards her father's head. "No!"

"Defiant child!" The large man swung his large arm across Celty's face, sending her crashing into a wall. Her body slightly twitched as a guard picked her up and took her away. Her mother crying out her name.

"That's the last time I saw him, my father kept telling me he killed him. He even sent me to military school. I'm pretty sure he did it because of that day, and to avoid hearing the same questions and the same angry glances he got every day for 3 years..."

Hollow's full attention was now on Celty, he now noticed a small scar not too far from her left eye. Must have been a left swing, implying that he was left handed. Red didn't notice until now but... He was actually formulating a strategy for attacking Celty's father. He shook off the anger in him. "Wow.... My father was a big douche, but I don't wanna bore you with my story."

There was a silence, that for awhile, Red thought was appropriate. After a few minutes, Celty burst into tears, to which Red responded by wrapping his arm around her. Her tears being absorbed by his clothing, Red's eyes lit up from a strange feeling he had... An odd feeling that Red could only describe as the "Noise Effect" came over him. He lifted Celty's view to him by lifting her chin. He slowly leaned in for a kiss, to which Celty did not fight.

There was a silence throughout the forest, the winds that blew the leaves around them stopped. For an instant, animals stopped to look. It felt like time stopped for those few seconds. He opened his eyes slightly to catch a blush that engulfed Celty's entire face.

After a few seconds, Celty pushed Red away, "Sorry, I don't feel good. Too many thoughts racing at once for this to actually feel good."

"Its fine, I'm sorry." IDIOT WHAT WERE YOU THINKING?!?! I CAN JUST HEAR NOISE NOW, SAYING "Har har, you just tripped right into a temporary friend zone. Who knows when you'll recover from this."

There was another silence, which to Red, actually felt uncomfortable.

"I should get back to the prison."

"R-right."

Celty got up and made her way to the prison, with a blush hasn't left her face since the kiss. "C-celty falling out"

"Oh and...." Celty turned to Red one last time, "Keep an eye on Noise, he's in charge and I don't want him falling asleep while on duty for too long."

"Yes sir..."

Red turned the other to try to get some sleep, he didn't wanna process how badly he failed.





"Ugh." Red work up to the birds chirping, he got up to do some quick stretches.

He picked a dry patch of grass that didn't have any dew or animal poop. He got into a push up position, "1...2....3....4....5...6...7...8...9...10..11..12..13..14.15.16.1718192021" Red's push faster and harder when his subconsciousness started to process what happened yesterday night. Stop it stop it stop it stop it STOP THINKING ABOUT IT... Whats that? Red laid his eyes on Noise's lance that somebody failed to take back. "Hmph...? Ugh, these useless soldiers."

Red swung it around before deciding to go on to the capital with it, seeing as it didn't look like its important. Hope I don't run into... Nah, that old fart is probably dead. But just in case. Hollow took his weapon, Noises lance, and his paper work he managed to take with him before going after Kyorren.

"Oh yeah, where are those 2 insects?"

[Zup]

Hasseon nervously stared at the table in front of him, in between his two hands. Occasionally he would glance up to see Zuroc's knowing smile and to take a sip of the drink he was offered. It wasn't often that he lost his cool composure, but Zuroc was incredibly intimidating. Early on, his hand was even shaking when he reached for his glass.

"So...Hasseon..." Zuroc said, leaning back in his chair with his hands behind his head. "Whatcha locked up for? Just...bein a Mystic?"

The escaped prisoner opened his mouth to say something, but lost his courage. He opted for a simple nod.

"C'mon, kid, loosen up," replied the retired mercenary. He yawned. "Woo. Gettin' pretty late, huh? Tired?"

Hasseon scratched the back of his head. "Er...a little bit, I guess."

Zuroc chuckled, getting to his feet. "Well since you're obviously not in the mood to talk, we can save that for tomorrow morning. C'mon. Take ya to the medic to get that arm checked."

* * *

"You sure you're okay?" Taelee asked her daughter, brushing some blue hair out of her face. Kyorren nodded, twiddling her thumbs. She looked out into the distance, admiring the view. They were sitting on the rooftop of Zuroc and Taelee's house - something they were both used to doing whenever they wanted to talk or think.

"I'm fine."

"I'm not entirely convinced that you are."

Kyorren shook her head, shrugging. "It wasn't exactly a fun place."

Taelee nodded understandingly. "Of course not...They do anything serious?"

Kyorren turned to her mother. "Serious? Like what?"

The retired mercenary sighed, turning her attention back to the horizon. She leaned back on her straightened arms before replying, "It's a prison, sweetie. Could've been any number of things... They could've beaten you... Starved you..."

The blue-haired girl once again shook her head 'no.' "Luckily nothing like that happened...But..."

Taelee suddenly turned to her daughter, worry in her eyes. It pained Kyorren a bit to see it so suddenly. The bags under her eyes didn't help either. "But? But what?"

"There was a...um...a riot."

Taelee's eyes darted all around Kyorren's body, looking for any signs of bruises, fractures, cuts, or any other type of injury. Kyorren just smiled and motioned for her to relax. "I'm okay, mother."

"Are you sure?" Taelee responded, that look still on her face. "Kyorren if they did anything-"

Kyorren giggled, touching her mother's arm to calm her down. "No, really, I'm fine. I... actually kinda had fun."

Now it was Taelee's turn to let out a soft laugh. "Oh you're just like us."

"That good or bad?"

"Hey now," the mercenary responded, lightly smacking Kyorren on the arm. "How many did you take down?"

"A lot. Way too many to count."

"That's my girl."

"Even scrapped with the guy in charge."

"Now you're sounding too much like your father. Starting to scare me."