originally posted in:The New Dojo
Unfortunately, they were at hell's door. The wide empty Main Street had side streets that branched off of it. These were cleared until the two made some way down the Main Street.
Then, as the two walked through the street, they saw the horses fill the side side streets, thousands of the dead. They huddled together like a hive mind and didn't notice the two who walked past their street.
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Arianna and Isaac didn't even need to exchange words to know that a mistake would lead to their deaths. Once they had merely glanced over at the zombies, they kept moving, at a considerably...slow pace. If anyone would've gotten out alive, Isaac thought...it would be Arianna.
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Suddenly, Isaac heard something from his right. "Psssst!" Someone said. As he turned however he could not see anyone there. "Pssst! Down here!" They said in a hushed voice. Isaac saw the voice came from a larger open sewer grate on the side of the road. Arianna and Isaac stood between two homes, so they wouldn't be spotted by the dead from where they stood.
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Isaac's eyes widened for a moment, as he silently signaled Arianna to the sewer grate through finger movements. The two approached, Isaac in the lead as he and Arianna looked into the depths of the grate.
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The grate seemed to be torn open as the bars upon it were pried apart. Isaac saw a man's face looking up at both of them. "Get off the street!" He whispered. "In here! Now!"
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"E-Erm.." Isaac's thought process was interrupted by Arianna literally pushing him in, as he fell into the sewer grate without injuring himself...too badly. Arianna slid into the entrance afterwards.
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The two landed in a dank brick laid sewer. The ground was moist and stained with a variety of different liquids while the lighting was dim at best. Then, ahead of them, was a group of Six people. Two were women, four were men. The women were both blond and wide hipped, typical for Celtic women as Arianna had figured out. Meanwhile the men were large and muscular and their ages varied. Two of the men had massive light machine guns while the other had a double barrelled shotgun. The women had ak-47's in hand. The shotgunner had long ginger hair and a scarred face as well as high cheekbones. One of the machine gunners were similar in their features, with their cheekbones lower and their face less covered in scars while the other gunner had bright blond hair and blue eyes with no scars to his face. The women were wide faced and pale with larger eyes. One of them had blue eyes while the other had hazel eyes. The looked at the newcomers suspiciously. The man with the shotgun then spoke. "Jaysus. You two kids are real idiots don't you think? Walking through town like that?" He asked them "At least they were quiet." The hazel eyed woman pointed out. "So they can't be completely stupid."
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"Idiots? Didn't know that there were a bunch of survivors down here..." Isaac murmured, studying the bunch before Arianna then spoke up, her voice light but serious. "They're Celtics, Isaac...and damn, they've had it rough."
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"That's putting it lightly." The blue eyed woman told Ari. "That being said we ought to know your names."
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"...Isaac." "Arianna. We're from the Dojo, here to take of the zombies and their conjurer.."
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The Celtics looked at each other for a moment of silence. Then the blond machine gunner spoke. "Ya, and I'm a muther fu[i]c[/i]king ballerina." This invoked the rest of the crew to chuckle as well, except for the man with the ginger hair and the shotgun. "That's an admirable goal. But you two are just children. You think we are gunna believe that you're part of the dojo? Right now, it looks like you kids are over your damned heads."
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"Best get to dancing than, ballerina-" "Arianna, shut it. Please." Isaac sighed, working out an explanation for the Celtic man. "Believe us or not, we're from the Dojo. Got stranded on Shraak, and we took care of the zombie issue there, or at least...the source of it."
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"What do you mean?" The shotgunner asked. "You two managed to save Shrak? Care to explain?"
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"Sure, sure. At the heart of Shraak, past all of the zombies and destruction, and in fact within the throne room, me and my sister encountered some...creature. It was feminine and dark, corrupted and impure at heart." "...Cleaved it's head off, and apparently...that stopped the zombies, and got us a visit from Felix Coldbourne...the jackass who started all of this." Arianna muttered, finishing the explanation.
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"You saw Felix?" Asked the blue eyed woman. "What did he look like then?"
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"Tall, skinny guy, looks quite old with his pale skin. Almost like Dracula - hair's white 'n slicked back, beady little orange eyes...seems to like dressing formally, sarcastic git. That add up?"
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The group looked at each other again before the red haired man nodded. "Aye that about adds up." He confirmed. "Well, if that's the case then, we know where to go. These sewers lead right up under the castle in the centre of the city. We can bypass all these damned creatures and sneak our way in to kill the creature at the heart of it all. You kids in?"
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"Damn right we are." Arianna clarified, before Isaac could even speak. "...Yeah." He spoke up after her. "We are. Lead the way."
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Edited by Inflatablepants: 5/12/2017 2:02:13 AM"I believe some introductions are in order first!" The ginger said. "I am Damien. The blond with the hazel is Brigitte, the blue eyed damsel is Ronda." Damien introduced the two girls who nodded their heads. "Then, we have the men of the crowd. The red head there is my son, Harold." "Aye! Good to meet you two!" Harold said. "And the princess with the blond hair here is Tyrell." "Oh fu[i]c[/i]k off man." Tyrell cursed Damien.
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"Good to meet you all, truly...let's hope that we all get out of this alive. Wouldn't want to lose allies now.." Arianna went quiet, pocketing her hands as she went silent for a moment. Isaac saw this as a reason to start moving, otherwise...she'd have a "moment." "So...we should get going."
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"Aye. You heard the lady!" Damien told the rest. "We got shit to kill!" And so, the group of celtics began to walk down the sewers. However Irina and Isaac were behind them. [spoiler]*cough*yourmomentifyouwant*cough!*[/spoiler]
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((Alright.)) Arianna and Isaac merely looked at each other, the latter shrugging as he then walked (although he did so with a slight limp) behind the group. Arianna smirked a little to herself as she followed him calmly. She decided to speak up to him - in an attempt to calm him a little bit. "Hey, Isaac. You doin' alright? After the...Y'know." She muttered to him quietly, although the Celtics could still hear their conversation. "Wha? Oh, erm.." Isaac went nervous, his light blue eyes flickering over to his bandaged leg. "I'm fine. More concerned about [i]you[/i], Ari, but-" "...Why?" "Back in the castle, you...changed a little. Went from-" "A princess into a [i]victor[/i]." "...That's one way to put it. "...But Arianna, I'm a little frightened of that happens again. Perhaps it's part of the Outlier genetics, Y'know...the ones that Mom had?" "You're speaking nonsense, Isaac. I'm. Fine." "...Sure you are.."
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As the group made its way down the sewers, Damien suddenly stopped. "Hold up one second..." Damien said. He tilted his head as he stared down the dank half circle built sewer. Arianna could heat a [i]patter[/i] down the sewer. "Anyone else hear that?" Damien asked in a whisper.
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"...Yes." Arianna whispered back, her hands reaching back to the hilt of her sheathed nodachi. Isaac stopped in place entirely, listening to the noise as if his life depended upon it. Which, he believed - it probably did.
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"Stay frosty gents." Damien told the crew as all of them raised their weapons. They began to walk down the sewer, and Arianna saw that it branched off to the right a few metres ahead. So did Damien, as he waved his hand towards the right.
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Edited by Weeaboo Of War: 5/13/2017 3:34:35 PMTo stay safe, Arianna drew her nodachi and held it tightly within her right hand, as she nodded towards Damien after a moment and followed the rest into the tunnel. Isaac was purposely staying behind so that he could provide support - and continuously listen for anything behind their group.