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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Mar 25, 2008 16:35:30 GMT -5
Terent looked towards Scarlet apprehensively for a few seconds before accepting the canteen of water, a nod as he reached for it gratefully, "Why migh' I ask woul' they pu' two prisnahs in th'same cell?" he asked, obviously still doubtful that Scarlet was here to help, his eyes narrowed and watched scrutinizingly. The short elf took a deep breath and held it before taking the respirator and he used the container of water to rinse it clean, then once it was satisfactorily clean he took a few gulps of the water and returned his respirator to his face. Amazingly, the elf hadn't managed to empty the resevoir more than halfway, so he offered it back to Scarlet. Terent's ears were drooping a bit, betraying the fact that he was slowly relaxing and accepting Scarlet's arrival.
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Post by Arual on Apr 3, 2008 18:56:30 GMT -5
"Terent, would you please do me a favor....and read the slip of paper there? I think the guard threw it in when she put me in with you...." she said calmly; refering to the paper Val and herself had sent on their way here.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 4, 2008 22:30:08 GMT -5
Terent nodded as he picked up the paper, his hands shaking slightly though he was obviously attempting to keep it under controll. He had no shrooms within an abnormally long amount of time and on top of such things... he'd been locked up. This wasn't a good combination at all. He looked at the letter for a few seconds as if he was unable to think of what it might have said if he had read it earlier and even now as he tried to read them... his mind was a worried mass of thoughts. He couldn't think of anything that they might've said. "I'm a tad sorry, Lass..." he looked towards Scarlet and handed the letter to her, "I... I can' thin' o' words to thah wroitin'..." he shook his head, looking to the ground silently, obviously much ashamed of his state. His long elven ears twitched nervously and his normally bright purple eyes were dull and darkened as he throught quietly to himself, obviously memories of his time hadn't left him over all those years. Things like the torture the elf had endured in Virisea were unforgettable and it was foolish of someone to think Terent would have forgotten it.
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Post by Arual on Apr 5, 2008 13:41:52 GMT -5
Scarlet looked down and took the paper, her fingers now dirty from soil beneath the clean nails. Those green eyes which took on the glow of an emerald in the light, had dimmed from the lack of light in the cell they put Terent in. "That's alright. I'll read it for you... Dear Terent, Please hold on as long as you can. Until we both kow the full story on what they plan to do to you, we cannot do anything. My name is Scarlet, a close friend of Valdoren's who's assisting him. We plan to go to the leader and ask what's going on. We will get you out of there Terent..... I promise. You must promise me that you will do what you can to stay where you are though, no matter how bad it may become. Scarlet. P.S. Valdoren is feeling horribly for leaving you there, and is overwherlmed with guilt- even though I tell him it's not his fault. Perhaps, even if you don't particularly enjoy his company....at least thank him." Scarlet said sadly, emotion put into the letter, in hopes of letting him remember at least something of what was put inside the piece of paper. She was on her knees when she read it, getting dirt and grass on the front of her clothes.
Valdoren paced around. "It has been too long....much too long." he told himself silently. His brown eyes slid back and forth along the leaf filled earth. "Okay, time to go and get those two." He added, but the voice in his head replying with a known fact. Scarlet had not given any signal yet- so why should he mess up their whole strategy? The boy sighed a heavy sigh, and slumped over in his stand; and sat back down with his bow on his lap.
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 6, 2008 19:13:48 GMT -5
"So thi' i' yer idea o' gettin' me ou' of 'ere?... i's a bi' unorthodox... tah say th'least..." Terent looked towards the letter and then towards Scarlet, "An' wha' migh' I ask is tha next pa't o' yer plan?" He looked towards the door cautiously as if someone would come in any moment and drag him away to a separate cell, the usual suspicions of anyone who'd been captured by any government. His ears twitched slightly and he shook his head as a sigh was exhaled into his respirator, escape didn't always end well... especially when you got left behind... and you happened to be found near a dead high-ranking member of whatever group you were trying to escape from. Things got worse from that point. He wondered perhaps if he could trust Scarlet and Valdoren not to leave him yet again... he wasn't too terribly sure.
Reggetar had left Terent behind all those years ago... twice. and Valdoren had left Terent to be captured and imprisoned here for whatever purpose...
Terent hated to be locked up.
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Post by Arual on Apr 14, 2008 19:00:53 GMT -5
"We can go now, if you can trust me. I promise......I have a plan." she told him with an extended hand. Her eyes looked into his with a soft, loving manner about them.
(sorry, too tired to do more)
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Post by Señor Sunday Friday on Apr 16, 2008 16:51:03 GMT -5
Terent nodded, "Alrigh' then..." he stood up and his eyes looked towards the entrance of the tent, "We're gettin' ou'...?" he was pleased with the thought and he hoped to get out as quickly as possible and without any casualties... because casualties complicate things and make them infinately worse if you were recaptured. It makes them more cruel to you, that was for sure. (Try a mental picture of Terent, slashed Achille's (sp?) tendons... with steaks strapped to him... in a cage full of adolescent dragons. Not. Pleasant.)
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Post by Arual on May 24, 2008 21:06:11 GMT -5
"Yes. Right now, Terent." she said smiling. "Right now." Valdoren showed up at that moment in time as Scarlet and Terent were walking out. "Let's go." he said in a hushed tone, but he was bleeding from his one leg. "But what happened to-" "Don't mind it," Valdoren told her wincing, "It's painful- but it's not killing me. Now lets get out of here!"
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