forum Author's World Reboot- Closed

Started December 18, 2019 by @ElderGodSwimwithGamers group

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Agent A reached out slowly, seeing how jumpy Aron seemed to be. She took a hold of the chains, undoing them deftly and letting them fall away.
"Better?" She asked, unaware that the door behind her was partially open.

Aron's eyes flicked to the door. If I can get around her… He nodded a little bit, crossing his arms for a moment. He studied her carefully, taking a deep breath and trying to calm down.

Agent A smiled apologetically.
"Sorry about Agent L. He can be a bit… arrogant." She sat back on her heels, watching Aron.
"I might be able to talk him into giving you a better cell."

Aron edged to the side a little bit, watching her still. "Arrogant is…one way to put it." he replied slowly.

Agent A nodded, looking at him a moment.
"Actually, there might be something I can do right now," she said, turning her attention her pocket as she dug around for something. Now, she wasn't looking at Aron at all.

Aron used that chance to make his escape. Sure, Agent A had been…kind, he supposed, but he knew better than to trust someone in the nest of the enemy. He pushed her aside and darted out the door.

Agent A was surprised by Aron's actions, falling to the side. She scrambled to her feet, running after him.
"Wait!" She called. She didn't use force yet, but she would if pushed.

Aron kept running through the halls, eyes flicking around and trying to find the way out. He needed a way out, and soon.

Ahead of aron, the hall split in two ways. It was impossible to tell what each held, but there was a sign that said EXIT above them.
"Aron, stop!" Agent A ordered. She came after him, pulling a notebook and pen out.

Aron went left, ignoring the agent. He was going to at least put up a fight, no matter what that meant.

Cicada could hear the commotion and directed her attention to the door. she moved to the cell door and looked out hoping to see what was going. She wrote on the notepad, "What's going on?"

Down the hall Aron chose, there were two others; the woman he had passed when first coming into the building, and a shorter man with a slight beard, talking to her. Agent A saw what Cicada had written, taking the few moments it took to write a response-
"Aron is trying to escape." Then she flipped to a new page and began writing furiously. A woman appeared next to her, with long black hair and a flowing white dress. She darted after Aron, duel swords slashing out in an attempt to stop him in his party before he reached the other two.

Cicada blinked once as she read the response. What? She hadn't expected, well she should have expected, that. She knew that she probably couldn't open the door, and if she did then the binds would probably reappear.

Aron kept going. He fumbled at his sword, and drew it out quickly, the metal practically humming in his grip. He kept running.

Agent A flipped back to the page she had written to Cicada on.
"It's under control," she said. "But please, for the love of God, don't make his mistake."

At that moment, the woman with black hair motioned with her sword, a burst of wind slamming Aron into the wall. This alerted the man and the woman down the hall.
"What's this?" The man asked, more amused then anything.
"Stay out of this, Sean," Agent A said. She came up, though she didn't go after Aron. She stayed at a distance, letting the other woman do the actual fighting.

Aron grunted softly as he hit the wall, picking himself up after a moment, turning to look at the woman. He raised his sword, energy pulsing through the blade.

The woman wasted no time, rushing in with both swords raised against Aron. The woman in blue moved to join as well, but the man raised his hand, stopping her. Agent A was writing furiously, the woman with black hair going to strip the sword from Aron, one weird anything in from the left and one from the right.

Aron growled softly, dancing away. His blonde hair fell into his face a little as he fought. His sword shone with each clash of sword as he swung at the black haired woman.

The woman fought with quick movements, never staying in one place for long. She never seemed to grow tired, either. She slashed at Aron's legs, watching for his reaction.

Aron took a deep breath, and continued to parry and block her movements as best he could, golden eyes flashing.

Relentless, the woman kept pressing, attacks continuing in a barrage. Eventually, she had Aron pressed against the wall, knocking him to his knees with a gust of wind. She went on for a kill shot…
"Allani! Enough!" Agent A came in at this point, diving in and handcuffing Aron's arms together.

Aron growled softly, twitching away and still trying to fight. Still trying to get away even though he knew he hadn't a chance in the world of it.

Agent A grabbed onto Aron's arm, gentle but by no means soft.
"Stop, Aron. I'm trying to help as best I can, but I can't if you do things like this." She pulled Aron to his feet, lips pursed.

Aron grimaced at her, tugging away from her hand. "Yes, imprisonment, helping, that's all the same to you guys, I guess?" He snarled.

Aron grimaced at her, tugging away from her hand. "Yes, imprisonment, helping, that's all the same to you guys, I guess?" He snarled.