Jan 14, 2015 1:26 pm
Seyyal's heroics had paid off. The man was safely pulled back unto the stairwell and though the action had further shaken the groaning structure, all seemed well again. Both Seyyal and the young man stood for a moment to catch their breath and calm down. After a brief moment Seyyal decided she can wait no longer on the unsteady structure and ordered the pair down the steps. Each step and each passing moment proved treacherous and adrenaline floods the body with each rattle and groan of the metal which protested their every step. The man fell behind Seyyal now, trusting her connection with the gods to guide them to safety below. When Seyyal stepped off the last step onto the darkened metal footpaths below the young man sighed with relief and practically jumped off the structure and onto the ground below. Panic was still evident in his face and he turned to Seyyal and spoke, "Thank you so much, I just need a moment to compose myself, if you feel we can."
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Mujahid and Vizim were both forced to brace themselves on the opposing railings as the structure shook and rattled when Seyyal had pulled the young man back onto it. The pair held tightly and both could feel the rush of adrenaline at this new danger. Despite this Mujahid kept a very calm demeanor. This attitude was common of Mujahid and almost expected. He has developed a reputation for remaining calm in the face of any calamity and as such he made a good soldier and an even better leader. When the structure finally seemed to calm Mujahid looked over his shoulder at his companion, "Watch your footing, this stairwell is in need of maintenance and I cannot fix you should you fall." The pair swiftly, albeit carefully, proceeded down the walk way and reached the ground level shortly after Seyyal. Both Seyyal and the young man stood there in the pale light of one of the tentacles breathing heavy and watching Mujahid and Vizim come off of the stairwell.
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Biiliik had finished her morning rituals. They were time consuming, but she had learned of their importance in her time with her mentor. She also found them relaxing and they helped her focus, which she knew would be much needed today. Yesterday's riots had been an increase in activity over the last few weeks and she had a gut instinct that a crescendo was coming. Biiliik was no stranger to violence, but the weeks of fighting and policing had taken its toll on her body and had taken her attention away from her true love of hunting. The previous night was fraught with poor sleep and frequent awakenings, perhaps because of physical discomfort, maybe because it was morally punishing to fight with those who would be your brothers. Or perhaps it was because she could not sleep in her own bed. Biiliik had been largely responsible for helping keep order down by the tanks and as such has been sleep in a bedroll in a small maintenance room near the tanks. It allowed her quick response time if a problem arose, but it was not as comfortable as being home. Just as she finished her head wrap, she could hear workers yelling and chanting already. The clang of metal on metal rang out throughout the darkened lower floor and already she knew this would be a long and difficult day.
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Mujahid and Vizim were both forced to brace themselves on the opposing railings as the structure shook and rattled when Seyyal had pulled the young man back onto it. The pair held tightly and both could feel the rush of adrenaline at this new danger. Despite this Mujahid kept a very calm demeanor. This attitude was common of Mujahid and almost expected. He has developed a reputation for remaining calm in the face of any calamity and as such he made a good soldier and an even better leader. When the structure finally seemed to calm Mujahid looked over his shoulder at his companion, "Watch your footing, this stairwell is in need of maintenance and I cannot fix you should you fall." The pair swiftly, albeit carefully, proceeded down the walk way and reached the ground level shortly after Seyyal. Both Seyyal and the young man stood there in the pale light of one of the tentacles breathing heavy and watching Mujahid and Vizim come off of the stairwell.
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Biiliik had finished her morning rituals. They were time consuming, but she had learned of their importance in her time with her mentor. She also found them relaxing and they helped her focus, which she knew would be much needed today. Yesterday's riots had been an increase in activity over the last few weeks and she had a gut instinct that a crescendo was coming. Biiliik was no stranger to violence, but the weeks of fighting and policing had taken its toll on her body and had taken her attention away from her true love of hunting. The previous night was fraught with poor sleep and frequent awakenings, perhaps because of physical discomfort, maybe because it was morally punishing to fight with those who would be your brothers. Or perhaps it was because she could not sleep in her own bed. Biiliik had been largely responsible for helping keep order down by the tanks and as such has been sleep in a bedroll in a small maintenance room near the tanks. It allowed her quick response time if a problem arose, but it was not as comfortable as being home. Just as she finished her head wrap, she could hear workers yelling and chanting already. The clang of metal on metal rang out throughout the darkened lower floor and already she knew this would be a long and difficult day.