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Chapter Two: Outlaws
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Geralt gets closer to Kika as she backs herself into a corner. Kika, you shot Jack right in his head. While I agree that Jack was an asshole and does a lot of shit wrong, I don’t agree with what you did. God damn it, I do agree, but Odysseus could easily write me off and I could never see Rose ever again. Geralt backs away and leans against a wall, pulling a serrated blade out of his coat pocket. You see, Kika, we need you to be compliant so that we don’t have to kill you. I personally don’t want to kill you, but Ody here doesn’t feel the same way I do. So, you need to be cooperative.
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Kika frowns and backs into the corner, bringing up her hands as she shakes, obviously in fear of the lupide. After a moment she takes a breath and thinks while he is speaking…
Geralt was more against Jack than she was during all of their ordeals together. Why would he suddenly change his heart? More importantly, where was his crush Rose-Katherine? She looks down at the blade and bites her bottom lip. Why would he need a knife? Ody was nearly immune to his power, and even he was resistant to it. If she’s the only target, he wouldn’t need a knife… He didn’t want to do this as much as she did.
Kika gives a nod, still looking afraid, “I-I’ll cooperate…”
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Geralt nods in approval of Kika’s decision. Good choice. Odysseus moves to bind Kika’s hands and feet together. I don’t that that is truly necessary, but okay. Geralt keeps his eyes focused at a point between the two of them so he can equally watch both. The sound that Ody’s suit gives off is so annoying. He needs that thing to live, doesn’t he. It’s just so annoying to listen to his damn suit. I wander what Kika is thinking right now.
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Kika lets herself get bound by Odysseus, wondering where Ozymandias could be right now, and what he would do if they went where they thought they were going, “Geralt. Can you take my datapad from my bag along with the cord? If we’re going where I think you guys are, we are going to need it.” Geralt definitely was doing this against his own will… She could try to convince him later when Ozymandias gets back.
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Odysseus Zephyr…Jack’s old friend. Midzog thought about the two men, one named Geralt and Odysseus currently interrogating Kika, listening in.
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Geralt takes Kika’s entire bag then looks to Kika. Is there anything else on this boat that we need to get or look into? Geralt looks back into the cockpit and notices the sniper’s rifle in the room. I’ll be taking that rifle in the cockpit. Geralt goes and grabs the rifle then returns to the room where Kika and Odysseus are.
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Apollo had been flying about three hours up until a sudden sharp pain hit him on the side. [Damn! Ody’s micro trackers aren’t cooperating.]
Apollo looked at his arm and made a small cut on the artery with a flint knife.. He then held his hand over the bloodstream and began removing the micro trackers, causing Odysseus’s ‘Apollo’ dot to dissipate slowly from his screen.
(The reason I did this is because Odysseus can paralyze anyone with the click of a button and I don’t want to be under his influence. I can do this if I want to because I don’t need this type of control freakism in the RP)
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Andaluza began trailing Apollo. [He flies fast, but I can leap just as-woop missed a rock there! Ok I’ll still get there cloudtrail.]
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Apollo immediately turns around. “And you thought you could follow me, huh?!” Apollo immediately throws a punch at Andaluza, catching him mid-jump square in the chest.
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Kika looks at Geralt and Odysseus, “Take what you want…” The rest of her bag consisted of a camera, a voice recorder, a pistol, a bunch of tools, and a stolen assault rifle, as well as her trusty datapad.
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Odysseus leans down next to Kika, who is huddling on the ground, and his eyes flashing red. “Thank you for cooperating. I prefer not to use more… Medieval methods. After all, we’re not the OGA. Oh, and we will be using your ship. I’ll be driving. You’ll guide us into the base, and we’ll let you live. Well even let you keep the ship.” <i>Odysseus turns to Geralt and whispers, </i>”Untie and keep an eye on her. I’ll fly. And thank you for your help.” Odysseus goes to leave, and stops, whispering again to Geralt, “Two quick things. Why was she so scared of you? And also, the toxin was a bluff. I’m a sociopath, not a psychopath. The trackers do only what they are designed to: track. No paralysis, so don’t worry.”
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Geralt looks to Kika and says I’ll be right back as he follows Odysseus into the cockpit. Whispering, I don’t have a clue why she is scared of me. I haven’t done anything to harm her, that I know of. And since you say that, good. I don’t want to be under your control if shit hits the fan. And we need to keep her alive, I don’t want to hurt her, either. I’m heading back to her, now. Geralt walks back to Kika, who is still in the corner, her wrists and legs bound. I’m going to untie you, but you have to promise not to try anything funny, okay? Geralt looks deep into Kika’s eyes looking for any deeper meaning behind what she could say next. He also wanted to see how deep her fear for him ran.
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Kika stares at Geralt as he tells her that she will be untied, nodding in agreement, “Of course.” She looks up at him, saying in a quiet, fearful voice, “C-can I talk to you later?” <i>As she asks, there is obvious fear, but a questioning tone as well.</i>
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Geralt looks at Kika for a moment. Then he whispers Why can’t you talk to me right now? We aren’t going anywhere. And besides, I don’t think we’ll have a chance to talk later. I have a suspicion that you’d try to kill both Odysseus and I at the earliest possible convenience. Geralt waits for Kika’s response once he unbounds her.
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Odysseus sits at the cockpit, staring out the viewport as he plots their trajectory, taking the long orbit around to avoid detection. He nervously drums at the wheel, his hands shaking as his eyes continue to flash red on and off. He unawarely mutters to himself, “Jack … Thorn in my side … Damn council, telling me what to do … Hours to explain … The Nameless One … Never understand … Project Shelley … And then … They ALL die.” Odysseus stops rocking in his chair, his eyes returning to normal. He shakes his head nervously, and stares out into space, as the course is laid in. “Here we go…”
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