@Fantasy-Illy!
Esmae's eyes lit up. "Fly?" She couldn't contain her excitement, as she bounced a little bit. "Ah, but will it be okay with my shoulder?" Esmae tried her best to distract herself.
Esmae's eyes lit up. "Fly?" She couldn't contain her excitement, as she bounced a little bit. "Ah, but will it be okay with my shoulder?" Esmae tried her best to distract herself.
"I've been working on a different way of spyware. Something that is a little more discreet." She grinned and led Esmae to her workshop. Reaching there, she open the lights and pulled off a sheet from a silver device
"Wow." Esmae walked around examining the machine. "How long have you been working on this?" It was beautiful and something Esmae had never seen before.
"Its my life's work." She smiled
"So this is something you've worked on since you were a kid?" When she was my age? it was weird to think that Sparrow was her age once. "What was it like when Panther had your guild?" She asked running her fingers over the machine.
Sparrow's smile faded and she paused, caressing her device. "Life with panther eh? We were his most elite team, The Cubs. Small and young, able to pass off as being innocent and flexible enough to fit in even the tightest places." She said
Ever so slightly, Esmae looked up at Sparrow and raised an eyebrow. "So he only used to get into small places?" Esmae looked at her closer, examining how she looked. Since she has been here, she never really looked at any of them.
Sparrow looked up and smiled softly "that's not all. Such young and innocent children we were. He used us to pretend to be lost or hurt while the others raided and abused the others in the house. Sometimes ye word sell us off and then pretended to come rescue us so he would have something to hold against us. The first man I killed was when I was 9." She said quietly. "I was so protective of my friends and endured something's far worse than anything they have imagined."
"At least you had friends to protect. I was a killer and feared by many people in the guild. I was one of Panthers leading spys, going in stealing information or taking other guilds down from the inside." Esmae's eyes went dark, but soon brightened up again. She didn't want to think about the things she's done. "He's probably worse now. Uriah being there is dangerous, I hope he has enough skill and common sense to stay alive." Esmae's looked up and locked eyes with Sparrow's. "So when are we getting on this?"
Sparrow smiled softly at the girl "here, let me bring it outside." She said, pressing a button to make it collapse. The small plane like structure folded into a large metal box and Sparrow dragged it outside,to where many of yer failed creations lay. She called it the Metal Graveyard. No one came here except without special permission by her. "Welcome love, to The Metal Graveyard." She geinned
With the sun gleaming down, it reflected off the metal making then shine. It was beautiful. "Ah, I have a question. When I left, Freedom wouldn't leave this one grave, is there someone she knew there?" Looking at a metal grave yard reminded her of the real grave.
Sparrow stopped short and slowly turned back to face Esmae "where…where did you go? In which direction?" She asked
"Um, i-if I remember correctly, it was southwest. There was a bunker and I took some things I would need for my journey." Sparrow's reaction made Esmae more curious. Was it an enemy or friend?
Sparrow smiled sadly and leaned against the wall "how much has Uriah told you about freedom? Where she come from and such." She asked
"He didn't tell me anything. Not like I blame him." She shrugged and followed Sparrow's lead and leand against the wall. There were so many things she didn't know about. She doesn't know anything about this guild or it's history and even the people here.
"A year and some months ago, a girl came to the guild. She was put with us and we became friends. She went on a mission and met Uriah. They fell in love. Sometimes later, we escaped the guild and built our own over here. She went on a mission and was poisoned. It's her who.is buried there. Her name was Zhavia and she was the first owner of Freedom." Sparrow summarized
Even though Esmae never met her, she somehow felt close to her, made it was become her and Freedom had a good friendship. "I see, so Uriah had a girlfriend. I bet he didn't take it very well." To Esmae, Uriah seemed like the kind of guy who hides his feelings pretty well, that is until he's alone. "What was she like?"
(God, I miss Zhavia :( )
Sparrow smiled wistfully "she was a unique person, had a unique approach to problems. But that's enough time in the past for now, if we think about what happened too long, we will end up repeating the mistakes that led up to those problems." She sighed, wiping her eyes and activated her plane like thing
"Yeah let's get this started." Esmae hopped into the plan-like machine and got herself ready. It was strange, but she was mostly excited to fly rather than scared. But she wasn't scared of a lot.
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(Sorry!! I forgot all about this!)
Sparrow pressed a few buttons on her console and walked up to Esmae "this button here will allow the reflectors to turn on, essentially turning you invisible. The button will let you escape in case of emergencies, and this one will show you the weapons control screen where you can choose auto pilot, have your own weapons appear or use the machines own weapons." She explained
(Sorry! I've been out of town! I'm back though. Uhhh they kind of just left Cyrus behind, so idk what to do with him.)
"This is exciting!" Esmae bounced in her seat. This would be a good thing to use to go check on Uriah, but Esmae wasn't going to tell Sparrow that. She would definitely turn that idea down. "So, where are we going?"
(been debating if I should even post again, basically impossible for me to rejoin so I just want to say sorry for wasting your guy's time. I've been in a dark time of my life for a while so, again, very sorry for just up and leaving without telling you guys.)
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