"Hmm," Crow pondered. "But if we were to travel by boat or plane, wouldn't it be that much harder to escape if they somehow did find us? Although, I'm not sure what other route we could possibly take. Foot travel for such a long distance wouldn't be very time or energy-efficient, and it's not like we can all pile into a taxi or something."
This whole 'rebel' thing was far more exhausting than anticipated, but he knew he didn't have much of a choice at this point.
"It probably would make escaping hard, but as you said, the other options don't seem to fit well for this," Kirsten answered calmly, before suddenly acting out in a fit of annoyance. She banged her head against the table a few times, groaning and uttering curses as she did so. "I'm starting to rethink this whole thing," she spoke up angrily, leaning back in her chair far enough for her to nearly fall.
"We don't have time to get all stressed. The sooner we start moving, the better." Crow snapped. "We'll figure it out as we go."
He stood up and started gathering his things, realizing he probably should have been a bit more patient with her. His expression softening, he mumbled, "Nothing really could have prepared any of us for this, but we can't just sit around stewing about things."
"Gosh…i didn't think we would all be walking the whole the way to anything we needed…i thought there would be a lot more benefits to this whole rebel thing.." she muttered, huffing as she grumbled pushing her small petite frame up off the ground and looking at her hand before looking at the others,
"as much as i would love to go with we figure it out as we go if we don't have a plan with what we're doing we won't make it very far." She looked over at Crow, looking up from her short height.
Her nose hurt, more than she thought it would, as she took Dustin's hand to stand up. "Screw you." She glared and she lightly pressed it. "I was trying to move through the room without hitting anyone or anything, clearly I need to work on it a bit more. I'm just glad I didnt break my nose." She sniffed.
He rolled his eyes at the screw you, helping her up. "Oh was that what you were doing? It was hard to tell."
He looked down when she sniffed, and reached out to give her a gentle head pat when he was one hundred percent sure no one was looking.
"I'm sure you'll get it."
"I know I will." She smiled softly at him. "What are we doing? Is there a mission or something? I'm bored out of my mind." Violet asked him and stood to the side, still sniffling
He didn't smile, but sometimes you might could say his eyes smiled back at her. "I don't know, though I know some members decided to rebel so they might send people out to hunt them down…so if your bored you could try and prove your sentry material." He flicked her forehead.
"Well I'm quiet and I move fast, and I can basically move around without seeing. Maybe thats a good thing for me?" She rocked on her feet and bit her lip, trying to think of other ways she could be useful as a sentry.
A year. A whole, entire year. Rabbia really has lost valuable members, if they can stay on the run for that long.
Arabelle sat at her desk, the cigarette sitting rather forgotten between her fingers. The traitors’ files were laid out in front of her, and she stared at them, gaze unfocused. This usually happened at certain points of the day, where the only productive thing she could seem to do was think. Her mind swimming with thoughts, nothing seemed to distract her from them. She simply let her train of thought flow and see where she would end up.
With a knock at the door, the train came to a dead end. Arabelle sighed with annoyance. “Come in,” she said, her voice carrying a commanding yet disinterested tone. A man entered, running his fingers through his disheveled chestnut hair.
“Ah, Ricci,” Arabelle greeted him with a dry smile. “Tell me, have we narrowed down the traitors location further than the entirety of Venezia?”
Ricci seemed to notice that his boss was in a less-than-good mood. He coughed nervously before saying, “Yes, yes we have. What we’ve found indicates they could be in an area of around 62 blocks about eight kilometers away from here, near the Cavone River.”
Arabelle mapped that out in her head. “Mm, I see. Good. And you’ve sent sentries?”
“Yes, but we may need backup.”
She pondered this for a moment. “Send eight groups of five soldiers,” she said, pausing to take a drag of the cigarette. A puff of smoke escaped from her lips. “Make sure the river and any possible weak points are cut off. Ah, but before you do that, could you fetch that boy, King? I need to speak with him.”
Ricci nodded. “Will do, boss.” And with that, he was gone.
Arabelle then leaned back in her seat, taking out her phone and deciding to contact Mochizuki. She knew he was closer to the traitor’s possible location than the others, and told him of that location and to patrol a small area. Additionally, that if he came across Satori, to bring him along as well.
Once the message was sent, she put her phone on her desk and took another drag on the cigarette. There were other matters to attend to, but for now, they could wait. The only thing to do that was important right now was to think.
(Who's the boy?)
(Dustin, she just calls everyone by their last name)
(Pfft i forgot his last name was king)
(Should i say they came in and got him in my next response with him?)
(Sure)
"Well I'm quiet and I move fast, and I can basically move around without seeing. Maybe thats a good thing for me?" She rocked on her feet and bit her lip, trying to think of other ways she could be useful as a sentry.
"Yeah it's a pretty good thing, if we had a blackout." He looked out the window. "I'm sure they will recognize you got good skill, i-" someone came and told him he was summoned to talk to boss.
"great, well I'll see you later Vi." He headed to the boss's office knocking on the door.
(lol why did I get nervous when she took out the files)
(Pffd lol)
"Gosh…i didn't think we would all be walking the whole the way to anything we needed…i thought there would be a lot more benefits to this whole rebel thing.." she muttered, huffing as she grumbled pushing her small petite frame up off the ground and looking at her hand before looking at the others,
"as much as i would love to go with we figure it out as we go if we don't have a plan with what we're doing we won't make it very far." She looked over at Crow, looking up from her short height.
Crow looked down at Spectra, not realizing before how tiny she was. Someone like her would probably be killed off pretty fast, and going without a plan didn't seem like the best idea after all. Although he didn't feel close to any of the traitors, he didn't want to lose another person.
"I guess not," he replied, crossing his arms. "Do you happen to have any ideas?"
(How tall is Spectra? I couldn't seem to find it in the character page)
(Oh she's 4'11)
(Basically she looks like a Litteral child)
(I'm not sure if she's 4'6 or 4'11 tbh)
I mean, her hoodie covered most of her figure so when she sat down she looked a lot bigger when she was sitting down, she sat up.
"now I'm not saying that we do something huge, but if we do something to cause a distraction and cover our get away then we might be able to use something faster then walking."
She stared up at him crossing her tiny arms. How did she even get in, in the first place?
Kirsten was distracted at this point, having plugged in her earbuds and begun blaring a song through her headphones. Even so, she nodded as if she had been listening. Though her nods could go either way, seeing as she could either be agreeing or just bobbing her head to the loud music. Either way, she was nodding, and Kirsten herself saw that to be a fitting enough response.
Darcy took out his wallet and placed a couple of euros on the table. As he tucked the rest of his money back in, he paused to look at the picture he tucked in. "Mia vita," He whispered, following with a small chuckle.
When his phone went off, the small grin on his face disappeared. He placed his wallet in a pocket then picked it up, reading the message. His eyes squinted as they gazed around the area. There wasn't much for him to search around, and he didn't really expect the bastards to be in the same place.
Shaking his head, he replied to the boss's message then texted Jake before walking off.