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This place is just dangerous, isn't it? [Active/Open]

Character(s): Sara Sidle, Sin Spawn, and Open
Content: Sara's outside of the cafe where she had lunch, trying to get some air and clear her head. She gets found by the Sin Spawn...
Setting: Outside the Cafe Ersesat near Niflheim.
Time: Afternoonish
Warnings: Language. Sara has a dirty mouth sometimes.

She was still able to see the door to the cafe, so she could see when they others decided to leave also. She had made her excuses and exited, mostly to get out of the cafe for a while to clear her head, her thoughts still jumbled from everything she had been taking in lately.

First, she woke up outside some random domed city she had heard nothing about and didn't think was anywhere near home. Second, a masked man, V, had told her that there was the possibility of her home being destroyed by a war in the future. It was all a bit much for her to take in at the moment. She just really wanted to get back home, catch her flight, and go to San Francisco.

She groaned and leaned her head on her hand, this was a vacation she had never hoped for.

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Vacation or no, things were only going to be getting worse from here on out as one of the wandering Sinspawn had spotted Sara, and as was its wont, was moving closer so as to get within attacking range.

If one listened closely one might be able to hear its footsteps as it approached or maybe the dry rustle of needles, but other than that there was no sound to announce it's presence as it approached its target.

You didn't have to have good ears to noticed the creature, even a good eye could notice it, though Naja Salaheem could easily say that she had both. And she was annoyed at the sight.

"Tch, can't even get a littttle break now, can I? Might as well be calling this a Besieged! Well, whatever, if it's a beatin' yer wantin', it's one that you'll be getting!" She called out as she approached the created from the side, waving her Morgenstern through the air.

It had been awhile before she really released any of her fight anyway. It was about time. She tossed a Protect over herself and held her ground, wondering if she even perked its attention, or if it was dead-set on whatever tasty target it had picked out.

Sara sat up as she heard a slightly familiar sound, something that sounded to her like wind rushing through cacti, a sound she had heard while on many crime scenes in the desert. To her, this wasn't good. In a city where there was no natural vegetation, there shouldn't be sounds like that. Turning, she saw some sort of creature, that to her looked like some sort of mutated, mobile, cactus.

Standing up quickly, she pulled her gun out of it's holster as she turned to face it, getting into her ready position. It didn't seem that intimidated by her weapon, still slightly coming towards her. Panic mode began to set in, and she fired a couple of shots at it, hoping to hit her target, and get it to either die or run off.

Oh, the Sinspawn had noticed Naja alright. It was merely that she hadn't done anything directly threatening so far. Which meant that for the time being she was less of a threat. Far more interesting (to it at least) was the fact that was that it had been shot at. And given that it hadn't seemed to dodge, the logical assumption was that the bullets had hit, although they didn't seem to have done particularly much in the way of actual damage.

And running away was hardly in the Sinspawn's plans either, as it retaliated by firing a barrage of needles in Sara's direction.

Edited 2008-05-18 18:05 (UTC)

The woman with the gun slightly perked Naja's curiosity. She didn't seem like anyone she could place under a job... Gun-users that she was use to were either a Corsair, Ranger, or Thief... Perhaps a Ranger?

Tch, well, it wasn't like her systems of life worked here yet anyway. Why try starting now?

But her bullets didn't seem to do much. And the creature was attacking. Well, that would do no good! Though Naja wouldn't had been able to get to her in time to stop the needles, she tossed a high-leveled Protect over the woman to dull the pain of them in case she couldn't get out of the way. Then, Naja rushed forward towards the back of the creature, slamming her spiked mace at it with a cry of war.

((Lol?))

Sara didn't see the creature dodge, but it didn't flinch either, leaving her confused. Did I even hit the damn thing? She asked herself, aiming and getting ready to fire at the creature again. For a moment, she could have sworn she saw some sort of light floating around her, but she ignored it in order to steady her aim.

Right before she was able to pull the trigger of her gun, she saw the needles, and even though she tried to avoid them, she felt them tear into her right arm and shoulder, causing her to drop the gun. Sara fell to one knee to grab the gun, supporting her shoulder as she did so, and heard some sort of battle cry.

Looking up, she saw someone attacking the creature from behind with a mace.

Of course it was attacking - it was a creature born of malice and spite and wanted nothing more than to kill any living being that was not like it. Or, in the case of this new interloper, attacked it.

And the mace had indeed hit, and hurt, although the spawn could stand to take a fair number more of the same before it fell; one of the advantages of being designed after something that had a good deal of defense. Of course, it could and would would retaliate, sending a barrage of needles at the new attacker even as it backed out of range, aiming for a position from which it could properly keep an eye on both attackers.

"You piece of -" Naja scowled, sliding back as her body became a pin-cushion. She tore out one of the needles from here arm, scowling even more at the fact that she was bleeding now - everywhere. "Fine you want to play it rrrough then, eh?"

Despite that Naja generally sent other people into battles instead of getting involved herself, she was a fighter and she could withstand being made a pin-cushion for quite a while. She was a healer and a warrior - quite a handy combo, she's found. This? Tch, as long as it didn't turn into a ghost, she didn't give a damn about it.

She pulled back a bit more, sliding slightly in the direction of the woman. And then she begun to cast - magic bubbling around her before she sent a light-based spell, Banish, converging against the sin-spawn. "How d'ya like that?!"

Sara managed to grab her gun and stood up again, deciding to switch firing hands for the moment. Ignoring the throbbing in her right shoulder, she put her gun into her left hand and began to line up again. She didn't know if it was doing anything to the creature she was up against, but Sara didn't want to sit and just let it keep attacking.

She watched as the other person was hit by the same needles as she was, then backed a bit away, and used some sort of magic spell against the creature. Checking her aim again, she fired another round of bullets towards the thing, and then gritted her teeth.

"Why won't you just die?!" She was not a happy officer, especially now that her shooting arm was damaged. Not happy at all.

Like most cactuars, the Sinspawn had no vocal cords with which to announce its displeasure at the magic that crashed into its body, but its displeasure was nonetheless all too visible. How dare this strange person try to kill it and strike at it with strange magic?

Well, if that was how it was going to be it could deal - the other's attack were more an annoyance than anything and so it wouldn't really lose anything by focusing more of its attention on the one with the magic. Which, in this case, meant another barrage of needles heading Naja's way.

Just as she thought; it wouldn't like that much. She heard the trigger-happy woman and laughed, calling out with almost a cackle: "Maybe it just doesn't like ya!" And then slipped low to the ground, dodging quickly as she rolled herself away from the majority of the needles and staying crouched down, staring at where the rest pinged into the ground.

"That all you can do?" she called, still laughing. "Not verrry creative little beastie now, are ya?" Boring. The Lamia were more of a pain in Al Zahbi. Never knew what they were going to do next, either.

She wondered just how many of these creatures there were in the city. Well, it would be time for the new arrivals to prove their worth. Naja was a curious kitten when it came to that; how many - really - could hold up in a fight?

She burst up from her crouch with energy, rocketing herself towards the spawn again with her Morgenstern and cutting down over-the-top at it, then swinging again from the sides.

"Apparently, it doesn't like either of us!" Sara shouted back, dodging a few needles that came towards her also. Holstering her gun because she realized that it wasn't going to be much help, she looked around for something to use as a blunt weapon or, just a rock to throw.

Finding a rock, fake or not, it didn't matter to her at the moment, Sara grabbed it and prepared to throw it at the creature. She was wondering what it was, it didn't look like the cat-like creature that she had seen when she first arrived in the domed city. They weren't like anything that she had seen before.

Right before she threw the rock at the creature, she saw the other woman rush towards the spawn and use the mace she had attacked with before, and decided not to risk hitting her. She kept the rock in her hand, for when the other woman was out of range.

Well of course it didn't like them - of the very few emotions that the Sinspawn could still feel 'like' wasn't one of them. Dislike, certainly, and in large amounts, but not like. Neither was creativity part of its skill set - that was left to other varieties of spawn, the ones that would likely be coming later.

Besides, it was quite willing to do its best to bring death to the two others all the same. It might not be graced with poisoned needles, but it didn't need them. All it needed was some time.

This time howevver, Naja's strike failed to hit the spawn, as it backed out range before the blows could hit. Once had been painful enough and there was no need to get hit again if it could manage it. Besides, it had the advantage of range with its needles and why not take advantage of that fact.

Well fine then, if it wanted to go about things that way, then she would just continue to cast on it. Trade off range attacks? Psh! That was fine with her.

"Yeah, well, it's just jealous 'cause we're prrrettier than it!" Naja laughed. She swung back her Morgenstern to its rightful place against her shoulder then relaxed her body back, a grin of amusement on her face. She plucked out some of the needles from her skin, seeming to take her time with dealing with this beastie.

And then she was casting against, another Banish spell bursting against it, preparing another right behind it.

"Heh, yeah!" Sara said, smiling a bit. This was a rush she hadn't had since leaving Las Vegas, and she was enjoying it. She took a moment to look over and see who she was fighting with exactly, since she hadn't had a chance to yet. The woman looked like someone Sara wouldn't on her bad side either.

She watched as Naja began casting another spell, then decided to use that moment to throw the rock at the creature. She felt like a kid for doing it, but she figured she should try something else besides the gun that wasn't doing anything to the thing in front of them.

"What the hell is that thing anyway?" She called out, wondering if the other woman had any more knowledge than she did on this weird thing and where it came from.

Jealous? The Sinspawn barely knew what jealousy was. The only thing it was feeling at the moment was annoyance and pain. Annoyance at the fact that they didn't have the good sense to die properly and the pain from the attacks that had hit earlier.

Unfortunately for it, it wasn't going to survive much longer. It could survive physical attacks more than adequately; had been built for such, but magic? Surviving against magic was not its forte and between the repeated castings as well as the relatively weak attacks of the other woman it had finally reached the end of its strength, collapsing to the ground only to explode into a myriad of multicolored points of light not long thereafter.

Naja, to say the least, was cackling at seeing the creature fall to her magic. She was a White Mage, first and foremost, after all. Morgenstern could come second at times like these. And oh, wasn't it good to be free from those pesky needles?

But when the creature finally fell and then exploding into the eerie lights, Naja was only reminded of one thing: ghosts. She dropped Morgentstern and stumbled back, a terrified look crinkling across her face as she watched the light dance into the air, feeling the tug and chill of death, and barely managing to hold herself up.

Sara watched as the creature finally fell to the ground, and then exploded into crazy looking fireflies just a second later. That was an interesting way to die...turning into fireflies... Out of the corner of her eye, she watched the other woman stumble backwards with a terrified look on her face.

"Hey, you ok?" Sara asked, walking over. She was afraid the woman was hurt, from the look on her face.

Naja continued to stumble back, eyes shifting to each and every beacon of light. She hadn't had chills like these in... awhile. Not even when she sniffed up something suspicious in the empire. And... what was the last? Those few rumors of the Black Coffin - but they had died away quickly... Naja didn't have to worry about any of that craze....

And now here... now here...

She didn't think she'd have to worry about ghosts. Or anything ghost-like. Or... dammit.

Naja didn't even hear the woman as she sunk to the ground, cradling her head, refusing to look up at the ghastly, glowering wisps. She seemed keen on not moving until they were completely out of sight.

Sara watched as the other woman sunk to the ground, trying to figure out what was freaking her out. Sara noticed her eyes darting between the different firefly things right before she sunk to the ground.

It's the fireflies! She thought, her eyes widening. Something was off about them, and it was making the hair on the back of her neck stand on end. Death was something she was used to, but something exploding into little pieces? Not really.

...At this point, she wished she had a way to get them to go away faster, since they were possibly what was making her fighting partner nervous.

It seemed like a while that she just stayed like that, until she could sense that odd chill drifting off, and uneasily she peered up, eyes scanning up around the domes and noting that while the pyreflies weren't gone, they had drifted far off, unable to get completely out yet.

She scowled to herself, then sat back, glancing down at Morgenstern. She snatched up the morning star and leaned it back against her shoulder, narrowly eying the woman out of the corner of her eye. "What're you lookin' at?" she bit out, obviously still touchy about the whole ghost-not-ghost-whatever-things.

"You. I thought that was obvious." Sara said, crossing her arms, then wincing when she moved her injured shoulder wrong. That's not going to be fun... she thought, then taking a minute to examine her shoulder. The needles hadn't gone very deep, but had hit a generous portion of her shoulder and arm, rendering it nice and painful when she moved it. She sighed, shook her head, then turned back to the woman.

"Thanks for getting rid of that thing...My bullets weren't doing anything to it."

Tch. Whatever. Naja got to her feet, brushing off herself of any dirt and needles that still had themselves stuck to her. She had caught the woman's wince at smacked her hand away from the wound so that she wouldn't fuss with it.

The mithra's body shimmered with a bright glow for a moment, an aura that reached out and touched the air before focusing back on her free hand. She hovered the hand over the wound, humming a tune to herself as she casted a Cure V spell over the area - the highest of her cure spells - over the skin. The faint colored hues danced around the skin, not seeming to do much for nearly ten seconds before the magic seized the skin and then it did its work.

Sara frowned as she had her hand smacked away from her shoulder, then was amazed by what the other woman did. Whatever she had done had worked, her shoulder wasn't throbbed anymore, and the marks from the needles were gone.

"Thanks again." she said, pulling her sleeve down again. At least it was her right arm this time, not her left. She was just gathering scars left and right anymore.

"Name's Sara, what's yours?" She was mainly introducing herself in order to learn the name of the woman who probably just saved her life.

Naja grinned, a small sway of her hips as she moved her hand away onto one. "Ah, no prrroblem. I needed some action. Place is too damn boring most of the time." Except when she went and got drunk with the gypsies. That was a whole lot of fun that went on for several days. Passed the time, anyway. And damn they had great booze.

The grin widened when she introduced herself. "Prrresident Naja Salaheem, at your service."

Sara blinked a couple of times. She had heard that name before, somewhere on the journals. It had been in that Adonis guy's journal, she had mentioned her organization that she ran.

"President Salaheem, I remember talking to you before." She smiled. "About your organization...It was on that one gentleman's journal." She just couldn't remember his name for the life of her.

"Oho~ That's rrrright... I remember now..." She though the name rang a bell. The CSI, is that right? And the gentleman's journal.... haha... Vyers... such a cute, panicky, easily manipulated fellow... She had to look him up again, perhaps take him out for a drink. Purr a bit? Hm. She did need some entertainment. Though, there were several people she owed drinks for, now, weren't there?

"Though I paused of rrrecruiting anyone for that organization. Little need in this city. Well, that's not quite trrrue, I suppose, now with these creatures lurking about. But ya gotta know when to sit back and let the wounds fester, 'til someone realizes that everything about this place is wrong."

"Everything about this place is wrong." Sara said, looking upwards towards the top of the dome. "I feel trapped in this hellhole." So, normally she wouldn't use such language to describe this area, but she was stressed about what had just happened. She shook her head to clear her thoughts.

"Ah. It sounds like a very interesting organization though. If you start recruiting again, let me know. I'm very interested." She said.

"We are trapped in this hellhole, kitten," Naja smirked. She tapped Morgentstern once, then leaned back a small bit, eying the woman more clearly. Assessing. She stayed quiet for a bit, pondering over this and that, weighing her pros and cons.

"The last fella I took on as a colleague, not a member, upped and disappeearrrred from the city without a trrace. But maybe... hmmm..." She pulled out a coin from her pouch, an imperial symbol of some sorts on the front of it. "Prrrivate Second Class Sara... has a fair rrring to it."

Naja had her eyes on the coin now, balancing it on her fingers and rolling it about with ease and skill. She flipped it into the air and snatched it back, a grin widening on her face before she threw the coin in Sara's direction, curious if she would catch it.

"I don't think I'll be disappearing anytime soon." Sara said, smirking. She didn't plan any lone mad dashes for the exit anytime soon, she didn't really want to piss of the guards who seemed very well armed at the moment.

She watched as Naja played with a coin, and then tossed it at her. Sara raised her hand and caught the coin, not wanting it to get lost on the street, not that it would anyway. Holding it, she looked at it, it wasn't a coin that she had seen before, the symbols were unusual and unfamiliar.

Naja seemed to be satisfied, whether from the woman's answer, or that she actually caught the coin, it wasn't obvious. She paced a few steps so that she was lined up in front of Sara, though still a fair distance back, and then she lifted Morgenstern off her shoulder and pointed it at Sara. "Welcome to the Salaheem Sentinels."

Morgentstern returned to her shoulder and she rose a finger to her chin, thinking to herself. "Now let's see... I've got a pen 'round here somewheres..." she tapped herself down, then pulled out a pen and a folded piece of parchment. "There we go! Perrrfect." She smiled, quite happy with herself.

"Now, I ain't verrry good with names or spellin' an' all that. Heck, we barely just opened our ports in Aht Urhgan and I got all these foreigners rollin' in from the Middle Lands. It's chaotic! Some of 'em got the strrrangest names, let me tell you. So can you just do me a favor and write out your name for me? I miss my ol' assistant... Abquhbah was his name! Great fella. So loyal. Right then! Here you are. Can't have me reminiscing of the good life in the middle of the strrreet."

"Sure." Sara took the parchment and pen from Naja, then wrote her name, Sara Sidle, on the piece of paper. She handed them back to Naja, along with the coin that she had caught. There was a good feeling with being part of an organization again, just like being with the Lab back when.

"Of course not...especially if there's more of those cactus things anywhere." She really didn't want to meet up with another of those right now. She was shaken enough already.

Naja hugged Morgenstern to her in a purr of excitement, then snatched back the parchment from the woman's grasp. "Sara Sidle, is it? My... What an...interestin' name..." Carefully, with bright eyes, Naja unfolded the parchment and paced a bit away, tapping the morning star again as she read aloud.

" 'I vow... Through rain and through wind, running not from storms of arrows, and fearing not blasts of magic... To defend in times of beastman attacks... And to venture out in times of peace..." she hummed to herself, the nodded once, and continued to speak, "Uh...let's see here... 'In sickness and in health... Through curses and petrification... I pledge myself to Salaheem's Sentinels...for all eternity.' Hee hee."

She suddenly held out the parchment, where at the bottom of the folded part that Sara had seen, was her name written out, and the rest of it... " 'Signed, Sara Sidle.' Yes, yes! Brilliantly worded... as always."

Naja purred happily, folded the parchment back up, and pocketed it back into her pouch. "Ah, keep the coin, kitten. May not be worth much here, but hey, where I'm from that's quite a pretty penny. Well, congratulations! Welcome to the world of bein' a Sentinel. You're gonna love worrrking under me. How 'bout I buy ya a drink, eh?" She grinned.

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