Post by Arthur Kirkland on Aug 1, 2012 9:18:29 GMT -8
Lily was getting extremely tired of being kicked off ships simply because she was - well - a girl. The past two ships she'd found employment on, had the chance to travel with, both had seemingly changed their minds the moment they docked again. Of course, the captains were always nice, but it didn't lessen her annoyance. What was so bad about being a woman on a ship?
Maybe she'd have better luck this time. At least that's what she tried to tell herself as she walked down the busy docks. One hand burrowed deep in the pocket of her hand-me-down jacket while the other held the hem of her dress up, making it easier to walk. Occasionally she removed that hand from her pocket to readjust he strap on her shoulder or to pat her bag to make sure it was still securely closed. Hopefully she could find some sort of employment before the sun set. Though she supposed there was always tomorrow. The inns were a bit expensive though...
Lily sighed, shoulders slumping minutely. Stupid men and their silly superstitions.
"Get him! Don't let him escape!" echoed down the alley behind the fleeing figure of Elizaveta Hedervary. Bouncing off a dirty wall and darting out into the streets, the lady dressed as a man clamped her main hand around the hilt of her sword, preparing to pull it out at a moments notice. Cursing in a very unladylike manner under her breath, the sword-lady glanced quickly over her shoulder to check on her pursuit. The group of men - all with guns and swords and the desperate desire for her bounty - boiled out of the alley, still hot on her trail. It didn't help that the street wasn't too busy - unusual and unlucky as the route to the docks should have been thriving with people.
The other bit of bad luck was that she had run out of power for her gun in the first encounter with the group. The General had found her out apparently; discovered that she dressed now as a man, and had set a bounty for the 'young swordsman'. The bounty was fairly significant - and, to her annoyance, probably taken out of her own families vaults, the bastard - and a large group had caught up to her... and she was not entirely sure if she could escape them.
The crowds began to thin the further Lily walked along the docks. Something a bit odd, considering how crowded docks were - at least from her limited experience. And from that experience she'd also learned uncrowded areas also brought out the... less than savory characters.
Pausing, she looked around, coming to hold the strap of her bag with both hands. Turing around - that's what she should do! Head back towards-
The sound of yelling caught her attention. She turned her head in the direction the cries came from and jerked with a start as she saw a figure rushing out of an alley, followed by a group of men.
Oh no... what had she wandered into?
A beam of laser fire sliced past her face, searing of a hank of hair. 'Too close' she thought, adding a bit more dodge to her fleeing. The mostly empty street helped to that affect, but still she wished for the cover of a crowded street - less chance the men following her would be willing to fire their guns. Pausing for the briefest of moments, she kicked over a stack of barrels that sat outside a shop and providing her with a bit of a barrier for the bounty hunters to deal with.
Then she turned, and spotted a girl still standing in the streets while the few other bodies that had been walking the road having managed to vanish in the moments she had looked away. "Hurry up and run! she hollered, waving her free arm. To back up her claim, the whistle and metallic thud of the Hungarian Guards mechanical steeds, which meant the local police were well on their way... which was just another problem added onto her plate. Being caught by the police had the same effect as being caught by the bounty hunters: ending in her being handed over to the admiral for... whatever punishment someone who was "guilty of aiding pirates" got.
She was very determined that it would not end for her that way. She had far too many plans and had yet to live her life the way she desired... it would not end yet.
The laser cutting through her side put a damper on that thought instantly. Shock and pain exploded in her mind as she skidded down onto her knees as her balance gave way. It figured, she thought numbly, that the men after her had contraband weaponry - if the laser gun was legal, it would have burned the wound closed as well. Painful, but less bleeding to death. Elizaveta's free hand clasped over the wound, but there was blood leaking between her fingers and the smell flooding her nose and dammit, she would not die here.
Crawling her way painfully towards the next alley, she was gratified to hear the angry shouts as the police closed in on the bounty hunters, the clash of steel on steel and laser fire thankfully not directed at her and providing her with a better distraction than barrels. If she didn't bleed to death, she might actually have a chance at getting away.
And, prevalent in her thoughts and obviously a product of blood loss and dizziness, she mourned the fact that the mess and the hole ruined her outfit probably beyond saving.
(tag Lily! You're it!)
Maybe she'd have better luck this time. At least that's what she tried to tell herself as she walked down the busy docks. One hand burrowed deep in the pocket of her hand-me-down jacket while the other held the hem of her dress up, making it easier to walk. Occasionally she removed that hand from her pocket to readjust he strap on her shoulder or to pat her bag to make sure it was still securely closed. Hopefully she could find some sort of employment before the sun set. Though she supposed there was always tomorrow. The inns were a bit expensive though...
Lily sighed, shoulders slumping minutely. Stupid men and their silly superstitions.
"Get him! Don't let him escape!" echoed down the alley behind the fleeing figure of Elizaveta Hedervary. Bouncing off a dirty wall and darting out into the streets, the lady dressed as a man clamped her main hand around the hilt of her sword, preparing to pull it out at a moments notice. Cursing in a very unladylike manner under her breath, the sword-lady glanced quickly over her shoulder to check on her pursuit. The group of men - all with guns and swords and the desperate desire for her bounty - boiled out of the alley, still hot on her trail. It didn't help that the street wasn't too busy - unusual and unlucky as the route to the docks should have been thriving with people.
The other bit of bad luck was that she had run out of power for her gun in the first encounter with the group. The General had found her out apparently; discovered that she dressed now as a man, and had set a bounty for the 'young swordsman'. The bounty was fairly significant - and, to her annoyance, probably taken out of her own families vaults, the bastard - and a large group had caught up to her... and she was not entirely sure if she could escape them.
The crowds began to thin the further Lily walked along the docks. Something a bit odd, considering how crowded docks were - at least from her limited experience. And from that experience she'd also learned uncrowded areas also brought out the... less than savory characters.
Pausing, she looked around, coming to hold the strap of her bag with both hands. Turing around - that's what she should do! Head back towards-
The sound of yelling caught her attention. She turned her head in the direction the cries came from and jerked with a start as she saw a figure rushing out of an alley, followed by a group of men.
Oh no... what had she wandered into?
A beam of laser fire sliced past her face, searing of a hank of hair. 'Too close' she thought, adding a bit more dodge to her fleeing. The mostly empty street helped to that affect, but still she wished for the cover of a crowded street - less chance the men following her would be willing to fire their guns. Pausing for the briefest of moments, she kicked over a stack of barrels that sat outside a shop and providing her with a bit of a barrier for the bounty hunters to deal with.
Then she turned, and spotted a girl still standing in the streets while the few other bodies that had been walking the road having managed to vanish in the moments she had looked away. "Hurry up and run! she hollered, waving her free arm. To back up her claim, the whistle and metallic thud of the Hungarian Guards mechanical steeds, which meant the local police were well on their way... which was just another problem added onto her plate. Being caught by the police had the same effect as being caught by the bounty hunters: ending in her being handed over to the admiral for... whatever punishment someone who was "guilty of aiding pirates" got.
She was very determined that it would not end for her that way. She had far too many plans and had yet to live her life the way she desired... it would not end yet.
The laser cutting through her side put a damper on that thought instantly. Shock and pain exploded in her mind as she skidded down onto her knees as her balance gave way. It figured, she thought numbly, that the men after her had contraband weaponry - if the laser gun was legal, it would have burned the wound closed as well. Painful, but less bleeding to death. Elizaveta's free hand clasped over the wound, but there was blood leaking between her fingers and the smell flooding her nose and dammit, she would not die here.
Crawling her way painfully towards the next alley, she was gratified to hear the angry shouts as the police closed in on the bounty hunters, the clash of steel on steel and laser fire thankfully not directed at her and providing her with a better distraction than barrels. If she didn't bleed to death, she might actually have a chance at getting away.
And, prevalent in her thoughts and obviously a product of blood loss and dizziness, she mourned the fact that the mess and the hole ruined her outfit probably beyond saving.
(tag Lily! You're it!)
