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[haring_to_go]

A Series of Unfortunate Deaths

Day 001| February 15th:

[ All had been well until Liam woke in the middle of a spice field. Even without seeing, he could smell the rich scent of excrement priceless spice all around him. Indeed, he fell to his hands and knees in it after a few stumbling steps, grasping at the green sand and with a dazed look in his eyes.

And then it came. A giant monolith of pure, tough hide. A sandworm. Which conveniently crashed into Liam and ate him whole.

Good bye Liam! ]

Day 002 | February 16th:

[ He awoke from the darkness, feeling decidedly masticated but whole. Touching himself, he could discern no injuries, strange as that was. This, dear boys and girls was Liam's first exposure to City death, but, sadly, as the sun began to rise and dark creatures scuttled across the sands, Liam was in the wrong place at the wrong time. Before he had but a moment to breath, he was confronted by a giant beast! He had no time, even as he grasped at his mirror to activate his contract, another scorpion appeared, flashing out with its tail and severing Liam's spine.

Breakfast was served. ]

Day 003: February 17th:

[ Liam was prepared for them this time. He was wedged between a rock and a hard place, well out of range of the scorpion tails; they shall not defeat him! But alas, he should have picked a more fortuitous hiding place. It was the golden eyes gleaming in the depths of the crevasse that made him second guess his choice. Scrambling back out, running into the depths of the desert, Liam could only shoot wildly behind him. But they gained, and cackling, they pounced, tearing him apart.

The hyenas had caught their prey. ]

Day 004: February 18th:

[ Liam had had it with death! Hardly a moment to check the network, dying before the sun was barely risen, he would show them! Tying a white handkerchief to his head with his cravat, he mustered on, into the depths of the desert, gun at the ready. Bring it on, creatures of the desert! He will survive!

Except, all that death does something to man. He was nigh on parched and weak with hunger. By midday, he was collapsed on the sand with only a lone buzzard circling above him, waiting to pick his bones. ]

Day 005: February 19th:

[ He could nigh on weep with his fill of death! But he soldiered on. Striking in the opposite direction this time, he hoped for the best. If he died, he would just repeat this all in the morning. But alas, despite his joy, a pair of nomadic Bedouins appeared out of nowhere, cajoling, calling, cackling. Liam did the one thing he could. He pretended to be dead. He was good at it by now.

Alas, the Bedouins had other ideas in store for him. ]

Day 006: February 19th:

[ the video feed clicks on, looking grainy and spotty, no voice discernible except for a few words to those in the Glass City. To those in the City of Sand, his voice comes over loud and clear, hesitant, shy, and full of awkwardness as his face flashes into view, hidden behind a gold and white veil. The rest of him is just as dramatically garbed as well. ]

Ah, I... don't suppose someone would be able to offer me a loan? It appears I cannot leave without paying ransom first. I can barter a pouch full of spice in exchange for the help, or, if you prefer to wait, I do have some savings in the city...

[ he cringed as he moved, little cymbals ringing all along his outfit. Yes, the Bedouins mistook Liam for a girl after his awakening in their tents. Would you not as well if at the mere sight of men you fainted? But, yes, our dear Liam is in a pickle and could use some mocking help. Please, before it's too late (and he ends up married to some chieftain's prince)! ]

Comments

[knaveswitness]

Liam.

[Just one word. One word from the Glass City. He doesn't know if it will go through. He couldn't see the other man well even if his remaining eye was 20/20, and it certainly wasn't, and even the audio-

Feelings. Not the pleasant kind. (Helpless, Useless, Bitter, Powerless-)]

[haring_to_go]

[ Even if the word doesn't, he can still see Break on the other end. Happy, surprised, none of it matters. Seeing a friendly face is just nigh on enough to bring him to tears again.

Fortunately, he is well rested by now, finally. ]

Break! You're okay. [ of course he was okay. It's Break. He could get lost in a blizzard with hungry wolves and still manage to survive. ] And the others?

[ Please, please let him here that! He was starved for news. ]

[knaveswitness]

[He used to be able to read lips- he can't see the damn screen well enough to make out Liam, let alone his mouth-

Off-screen, his hand is so tight on his case that he feels things grind together.

A word, here, there, enough to piece together the question.]

Fine enough.

What have you gotten yourself in to?

[He'll make him tell it as many times over as it takes for the staticky broadcast to make the situation clear to him.]

[haring_to_go]

[ thankfully, Liam is quite well versed in the art of reading lips and what he can sense is that Break is most definitely not pleased. ]

Just... Just a small bit of trouble.

[ he would blush, but this is his friend. Break knew far worse things then this. ] I'm to be married off.

[ He sincerely hoped that went through. He never wanted to say that a third time. Never. ]

video; 1/2 I WILL STOP DROPPING THREADS THIS TIME AROUND

[forhishonor]

[ ....good lord, man, what happened to you? not that elliot is looking all too spruced up himself, his coat having gotten lost sometime yesterday and his cravat looking more akin to a wilted weed than a starched piece of cloth. and let's not go into all that sand smudged across his face.

there are more important matters to be discussed! such as: ]

video;

[forhishonor]

Where are you?

[ elliot to the rescue?? ]

video;

[haring_to_go]

Elliot! [ :D A friendly non-salivating face at last! ] I'm in an encampment, on the northern ridge of the desert. Do you think you can find someone to loan you the money? I'm afraid it's... a little pricey. [ so unsure ]

video;

[forhishonor]

[ HAHA money.....that stuff of which he has none............... ]

It doesn't matter; I'll come break you out myself!

[ lol ]

[ video ] 1/3

[a_parting_word]

[ He's going to take sick. He's going to take sick. This whole thing is going to - ]

...Liam?

[ video ]

[a_parting_word]

I'd... rather - that is - if you could... tell them. Please. Please tell them -


[ Holding Break down will be an nightmare. ]

[ video ]

[a_parting_word]

Tell them you have a guardian. Someone who - looks after you. A man. A Nightray.

[ Why would that name mean anything here, he can't even pull an nonexistent rank, dear Abyss - ]

...me. Tell them I'll have their money, and they're not to... right. Tell them that.

[ video ]

[haring_to_go]

Ah, right. I... I should do that. Are you sure you want to do this?

[ Gilbert may find himself in the midst of a wedding for himself and one Liam once he arrives. The people here are...strange. ]

[ video ]

[a_parting_word]

I'm sure I'd rather not see you die.

[ video ]

[knaveswitness]

Get ready.

[ video ]

[a_parting_word]

Break, are you - ...right. When you give the say.

video;

[oceantrauma]

[Doesn't even know you, but he feels terrible for you.]

Are you alright...? I'm afraid I don't have any money on me. It's been lost with everything turning to sand.

video;

[haring_to_go]

[ his crestfallen face is thankfully hidden behind the gauzy veil. ]

No, that's... that's quite all right. I'll survive. [ he'll just have a few things to explain on his wedding night. ]

I'm sorry that I've troubled you with this. [ he bows, sending off another musical tinkle. There was no chance for escape. It was either alert the world to his presence, or streak butt naked across the sands. Neither was pleasant. ]

video;

[oceantrauma]

[Well, Ken just feels way worse, now.]

No! Wait. Are you sure there's nothing else I could do for you? And you haven't been a trouble, at all. You seem to be in a bad spot.

video;

[haring_to_go]

Well... Do you think you could send a change of clothes? I'm afraid my uniform was ripped to shreds.

[ Buttons. These Bedouins were mad for buttons! ]

video;

[blackshadow]

[ Tyr himself is still in the desert safe zone, waiting until he can leave with the others. ]

What kind of position did you get yourself in?

video;

[haring_to_go]

[ Liam coughs ] A delicate one.

video;

[blackshadow]

No kidding... Who do they think you are?

video;

[haring_to_go]

A bride for their son? [ he blushes. Truly, it is a great honor, but even Liam has... no. No he doesn't. He has no standards. ]

/moseys in late

[baitswitch]

Liam? What on earth happened to you since the last time we spoke?

/sees no moseying, only Ashoree!

[haring_to_go]

[ Liam blushes, turning his face away in maidenly modesty. ]

Jack, I... [ he coughs delicately ] Please forget this ever happened.