The Liquid Wallaby - WW2Allaby

[Ava Ire]

She looked at him.
"Yeah. Hopefully that happens soon." Ava laid down on the bed. She felt tired.

Dom laid down next to her, cuddling her as his eyes fluttered open and closed.
"I... L... Love you, Ava Ire..."
Dom closed his eyes and fell asleep, his chest slowly rising and falling.

Ava smiled as he fell asleep. She turned on her back and stared up at the ceiling, deep in thought.

She eventually fell asleep.

[Crumlark]

Sa'ach laid on her straw-stuffed mattress, far from exhausted but taking the time to rest anyway. In her line of work, you took rest when it was available and you thanked a higher power that is was ever available. Instead of just staring at the ceiling and listening for threats as she did when she lived without that fateful bundle by her side, she thought about the things she had done. It had taken her a few days to acquire them, but through a few well made trades and whispers into the right ears, she got her paws on holy texts and scholarly analysis' on Ahl Cultian culture. The decision to raise Ciry of the Ahl in the culture of her unknown ancestors was a difficult one, but one she felt she had to make to help the kid survive. After all, you can't get rid of a problem by pretending it isn't there. That's just another way of getting yourself killed when it finally caught up to you. Really, she just had to accept the fact that either way neither of them were likely to get out of this alive, and keeping the kid in the loop had better chances of survival with it.
She took a deep breath and sat up, disturbing the infant's sleep enough to make her wriggle sleepily, but not enough to open her eyes. Moving with a purposefully sweeping manner, Sa'ach brought Ciry to her face, the bundle unraveled enough to reveal the Ahl Cuhltian's troubled, pure face. "I love you so." She cooed to the baby, holding it close to her. "I do."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Sa'ach laid on her straw-stuffed mattress, far from exhausted but taking the time to rest anyway. In her line of work, you took rest when it was available and you thanked a higher power that is was ever available. Instead of just staring at the ceiling and listening for threats as she did when she lived without that fateful bundle by her side, she thought about the things she had done. It had taken her a few days to acquire them, but through a few well made trades and whispers into the right ears, she got her paws on holy texts and scholarly analysis' on Ahl Cultian culture. The decision to raise Ciry of the Ahl in the culture of her unknown ancestors was a difficult one, but one she felt she had to make to help the kid survive. After all, you can't get rid of a problem by pretending it isn't there. That's just another way of getting yourself killed when it finally caught up to you. Really, she just had to accept the fact that either way neither of them were likely to get out of this alive, and keeping the kid in the loop had better chances of survival with it.
She took a deep breath and sat up, disturbing the infant's sleep enough to make her wriggle sleepily, but not enough to open her eyes. Moving with a purposefully sweeping manner, Sa'ach brought Ciry to her face, the bundle unraveled enough to reveal the Ahl Cuhltian's troubled, pure face. "I love you so." She cooed to the baby, holding it close to her. "I do."

Said peaceful, honestly quite lovely moment was shortly interrupted by the door being knocked upon. The Reil agent leaned back, waiting for an answer. Adri mentioned that the cargo was an infant... Which had him questioning the importance of it. Potentially a child of Alutia? Possibly. He didn't have a damned clue.

[Scamvidia]

Ano and Myra do things

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Ano and Myra do things

Saren stalks Ano.

Cerril waves at Myra or something.

[Scamvidia]

Ano and Myra do things

Saren stalks Ano.

Cerril waves at Myra or something.

He does not notice.

She waves back and smiles, going over to him.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Saren stalks Ano.

Cerril waves at Myra or something.

He does not notice.

She waves back and smiles, going over to him.

Saren sits next to him and yawns.

"Good morning... So we're leaving here soon, from the sounds of it."

[Crumlark]

Said peaceful, honestly quite lovely moment was shortly interrupted by the door being knocked upon. The Reil agent leaned back, waiting for an answer. Adri mentioned that the cargo was an infant... Which had him questioning the importance of it. Potentially a child of Alutia? Possibly. He didn't have a damned clue.

Sa'ach wasn't expecting company, and carefully slid Ahlcir underneath a pillow. "Uh, who is it?" She called out, sneaking around her dirt floor home to grab a brick.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Said peaceful, honestly quite lovely moment was shortly interrupted by the door being knocked upon. The Reil agent leaned back, waiting for an answer. Adri mentioned that the cargo was an infant... Which had him questioning the importance of it. Potentially a child of Alutia? Possibly. He didn't have a damned clue.

Sa'ach wasn't expecting company, and carefully slid Ahlcir underneath a pillow. "Uh, who is it?" She called out, sneaking around her dirt floor home to grab a brick.

"Mikael ju Resinov." He lied through his teeth, but that was a vaguely important sounding name, meaning 'Strength in Solitude'. "I'm here to speak with you about a certain... package, you received."

[Crumlark]

"Mikael ju Resinov." He lied through his teeth, but that was a vaguely important sounding name, meaning 'Strength in Solitude'. "I'm here to speak with you about a certain... package, you received."

"I seem to remember you died three years ago, and your body was found mangled in the rented harvester that I'm pretty sure tore out your guts." Sa'ach called back, trying to create as vivid a description as possible to lend legitimacy to what she was claiming. "I'm not particularly fond of dead farmer's boys who find out where I live." She took this time to prop a chair against her door. No matter how many times she wanted to reinforce her locks before, she had to face that the door itself could still be knocked down by a determined Eagle Scout with a can opener. Not for a second had she believed this visit was for her benefit, and with the mention of the new delivery, she narrowed it down to an Ahl Cultian here to arrange new terms, or someone who isn't fond of Ahl Cuhltians-- or traitors, and especially criminals. The Reilish name narrowed it down to the latter. Now, armed with time and ingenuity, all she needed was a plan.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"Mikael ju Resinov." He lied through his teeth, but that was a vaguely important sounding name, meaning 'Strength in Solitude'. "I'm here to speak with you about a certain... package, you received."

"I seem to remember you died three years ago, and your body was found mangled in the rented harvester that I'm pretty sure tore out your guts." Sa'ach called back, trying to create as vivid a description as possible to lend legitimacy to what she was claiming. "I'm not particularly fond of dead farmer's boys who find out where I live." She took this time to prop a chair against her door. No matter how many times she wanted to reinforce her locks before, she had to face that the door itself could still be knocked down by a determined Eagle Scout with a can opener. Not for a second had she believed this visit was for her benefit, and with the mention of the new delivery, she narrowed it down to an Ahl Cultian here to arrange new terms, or someone who isn't fond of Ahl Cuhltians-- or traitors, and especially criminals. The Reilish name narrowed it down to the latter. Now, armed with time and ingenuity, all she needed was a plan.

"There's more than one Mikeal ju Resinov. Now open the damned door. I was told to avoid violence, but I've got no qualms against shooting a smuggler, especially one of children." He slammed into the door with his shoulder, making a light dent in it. "We can either do this quietly and without bloodshed, or we can scare the hell out of a kid who's in the wrong place at the wrong time. Your move."

[Crumlark]

"There's more than one Mikeal ju Resinov. Now open the damned door. I was told to avoid violence, but I've got no qualms against shooting a smuggler, especially one of children." He slammed into the door with his shoulder, making a light dent in it. "We can either do this quietly and without bloodshed, or we can scare the hell out of a kid who's in the wrong place at the wrong time. Your move."

"So much for getting him to talk until I was out of here." Sa'ach grumbled to herself, and took stock of her situation. There was no weapons for her to use. She had to keep the infant out of harms way if it came to a fight, and she had to worry about herself as well- with no doctors within reasonable distance, any injury she took could be lethal. The man at the door said something about shooting, but that could have been a bluff. Either way, this person had the confidence to start with the threats pretty early, so it was probably too dangerous to take him head on.
So instead of doing that, Sa'ach did what she was good at. From quite a long career in smuggling, she found herself in much less calm situations than the swamps, and had learned to survive it by getting fairly good at a vital skill: cutting losses and running like hell. Grabbing a mid-sized satchel bag and shoving all the literature she got her hands on the past few days, and then more carefully nesting the sleeping baby amid the books and papers, she kicked all around the woven-twig walls, eventually finding her bolt-hole with a questing boot. Almost as an afterthought, she took a protruding stick from her smoldering firepit and shoved it into the wall. "I'll miss this place, but it isn't as if I can come back..." She told herself, watching the fire spread for a moment before getting onto her elbows and knees to get out the bolt-hole. The baby started to wake up, smelling the smoke, but Sa'ach put a hand over it's mouth while making good her escape. "You'll thank me later."

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

"There's more than one Mikeal ju Resinov. Now open the damned door. I was told to avoid violence, but I've got no qualms against shooting a smuggler, especially one of children." He slammed into the door with his shoulder, making a light dent in it. "We can either do this quietly and without bloodshed, or we can scare the hell out of a kid who's in the wrong place at the wrong time. Your move."

"So much for getting him to talk until I was out of here." Sa'ach grumbled to herself, and took stock of her situation. There was no weapons for her to use. She had to keep the infant out of harms way if it came to a fight, and she had to worry about herself as well- with no doctors within reasonable distance, any injury she took could be lethal. The man at the door said something about shooting, but that could have been a bluff. Either way, this person had the confidence to start with the threats pretty early, so it was probably too dangerous to take him head on.
So instead of doing that, Sa'ach did what she was good at. From quite a long career in smuggling, she found herself in much less calm situations than the swamps, and had learned to survive it by getting fairly good at a vital skill: cutting losses and running like hell. Grabbing a mid-sized satchel bag and shoving all the literature she got her hands on the past few days, and then more carefully nesting the sleeping baby amid the books and papers, she kicked all around the woven-twig walls, eventually finding her bolt-hole with a questing boot. Almost as an afterthought, she took a protruding stick from her smoldering firepit and shoved it into the wall. "I'll miss this place, but it isn't as if I can come back..." She told herself, watching the fire spread for a moment before getting onto her elbows and knees to get out the bolt-hole. The baby started to wake up, smelling the smoke, but Sa'ach put a hand over it's mouth while making good her escape. "You'll thank me later."

Eventually the slams against the door repeated themselves before it broke. And saw that it was on fire. "Times like these when I wish I brought a rifle instead of a shotgun." He sighed, seeing that there was nobody inside. There was a hole in it, however, and he decided to leave the building, following the general direction the hole was facing.

[Crumlark]

Eventually the slams against the door repeated themselves before it broke. And saw that it was on fire. "Times like these when I wish I brought a rifle instead of a shotgun." He sighed, seeing that there was nobody inside. There was a hole in it, however, and he decided to leave the building, following the general direction the hole was facing.

He would see that the smuggler is hightailing it with a bag of loot, but nothing else. Perhaps she left the kid in the small house?

Carthage follows the agent closely, and silently watches Sa'ach make good pace.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Eventually the slams against the door repeated themselves before it broke. And saw that it was on fire. "Times like these when I wish I brought a rifle instead of a shotgun." He sighed, seeing that there was nobody inside. There was a hole in it, however, and he decided to leave the building, following the general direction the hole was facing.

He would see that the smuggler is hightailing it with a bag of loot, but nothing else. Perhaps she left the kid in the small house?

Carthage follows the agent closely, and silently watches Sa'ach make good pace.

Somehow he doubts that seeing as it's on fire, and elects to scrabble his way atop a building to avoid dealing with anyone on the ground, leaping from rooftop to rooftop, nearly falling off one that had been hit particularly hard by rain. He'd try to get ahead of her and get in her way, rather than chase her down through the sure-to-appear crowds.

[Barboneia]

Dom walked downstairs, humming. He looked a lot happier then normal.

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Dom walked downstairs, humming. He looked a lot happier then normal.

Kasat looks over at him oddly. "So I take it you managed to patch things up? Or did you just buy a hooker and call it a day?"

[Barboneia]

Dom walked downstairs, humming. He looked a lot happier then normal.

Kasat looks over at him oddly. "So I take it you managed to patch things up? Or did you just buy a hooker and call it a day?"

Dom stopped humming, and looked at her.
"The former."

[Ava Ire]

Kasat looks over at him oddly. "So I take it you managed to patch things up? Or did you just buy a hooker and call it a day?"

Dom stopped humming, and looked at her.
"The former."

Ira peeked her head over the couch, watching him silently.

[Barboneia]

Dom stopped humming, and looked at her.
"The former."

Ira peeked her head over the couch, watching him silently.

Dom slowly turned to look at her.
"...Uh, you alright there, grey-skin?"

[TotallyNotEvilLand]

Kasat looks over at him oddly. "So I take it you managed to patch things up? Or did you just buy a hooker and call it a day?"

Dom stopped humming, and looked at her.
"The former."

"Well, good to hear. Less likely to give you a disease."

[Ava Ire]

Ira peeked her head over the couch, watching him silently.

Dom slowly turned to look at her.
"...Uh, you alright there, grey-skin?"

Ira huffed.
"That's not my name, Dominic".

[Barboneia]

Dom stopped humming, and looked at her.
"The former."

"Well, good to hear. Less likely to give you a disease."

"I'm going to pretend I didn't hear that."

[Barboneia]

Dom slowly turned to look at her.
"...Uh, you alright there, grey-skin?"

Ira huffed.
"That's not my name, Dominic".

"Ehm, right, sorry, Ira. Anyway, what do you want?"

[Chaos Crescent]

'I am here to give hell and rise gold farms.'