Board Thread:Other Roleplay/@comment-64.82.204.2-20150824172149/@comment-64.82.204.2-20150923131449


 * Hugo and Lucia walk down another corridor, making their way towards the place's exit--if Hugo's memory serves him properly. The two are conversing in Steelian, as to keep things a bit more private and to deny unwelcome eavesdroppers the ability to make any sense of the conversation in general.*

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H: <...I know you don't think highly of them->

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L: <...I'm sorry... I can't wait to get out of here and get back home...>


 * The heiress just gives a small sigh while her bodyguard gives her a reassuring smile.*

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 * Bruno just stands alone in the room, continuing to look over the maps... after several more minutes of this and a few of incomprehensible murmurs, he grabs a few of them, rolling them up and carrying them along as he makes his way out.*

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 * Bryce notices a rather familiar shadow outline... and a brief glimpse of green and yellow fabric slipping around a corner only confirming that he's getting much closer to his target... he straightens his beret quietly, then follows afterwards with cautious steps.*

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=Somewhere in the RK=


 * The convoy steadily makes its way closer to its main destination. A town of some sort ("Illusio") seems to have a few roadways stretching outwards to the current track in-use, and one might even notice the glint of weapons from afar if they looked closely enough... soldiers? A few tanks rotate their turrets so as to keep their sights on the odd mass of troops--who may or may not have noticed them yet--then turn them forwards again as they continue onwards... no time to investigate. A few soldiers in some of the trucks still turn the safety off... always better to be prepared.*