The Best Kind of Villian
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Faye finally gets her leg loose enough as she pulls it to her, getting up as she held her leg, whimpering. She also hears the cry and heads that way, limping quickly along, “O-On it!”
Faye limps along and follows the cries, eventually finding the lady. She turns the safety on her weapon and proceeds to use it as a lever to get more rubble off of her.
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Faye looks up at the rubble and Jack’s face, scrambling to her feet…Well, almost. She falls back down as she sees her leg wedged in the metal of the seat. She continues to pull on her leg, loosening the rubble around it. “Oh god, Jack, thank you!!”
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Faye sees the roof fall down around them, trying to slide away as the burning grew more intense, “F-Fuck fuck fuck!!!” She fires a few more rounds, hearing someone in the distance, “J-JACK! KILL THE DAOMER BITCH!!” Her arm burns as she screams louder, tears falling down her face.
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Faye feels her arm burn as she grabs her firearm with her non-injured hand, firing two shots in Malice’s direction as she falls onto the floor, “AAHHH!! S-STOP THIS CRAZY WITCH!!!” Faye looks up and hears the metal twist and fall…
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Torrad looks over to Swarine, walking over to her with a huge smile on his face. Always good to see old friends! He wanders over and notices her approach the masked man. He gasps a bit and Nolegs begins to bark again, “Swarine! Hello again!” He says, trying to get her away by waving very quickly.
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Faye glares at the half-breed, finishing up her patching job as she then moved her gaze to Malice. Why did they come back? To hinder me? Of course they did. Ignorant daomer-summoning traitors… “I concur. You’ve overstayed your welcome.” Faye gives a dirty look to Malice, “At least you have.” She keeps her hand on the seat, both holding her on and only inches away from her firearm if she needed it…
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Torrad shrugs and walks along his way, dragging Nolegs by the back of her neck for a moment, before she whimpers softly, following reluctantly, “Fine by me stranger.”
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Faye lets out a few deep breaths as she finishes whatever is left of Geralt’s patching job. She sits back in the chair and bandages her own wound, wincing as it still hurt like a biiitch… “N–Nggh…” She looks over at Apollo. “W…why did she…stab me?!” She asks, trying her hardest to be calm about the situation. Upping her own heart rate would only make things worse…
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Faye gets the ship started after some time, going over to Geralt, “I’ll do what I can…but that’s not much.” She looks down at the lupide, getting the first aid required to treat his wounds and hers. She begins to clean out the wound, sure to use her better hand for the application of the liquids… “Geralt…please…”
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Faye gets to the ship, starting to get the startup procedure underway, her pace much slower than normal, cringing each time she had to move her bleeding appendage…
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Faye starts to go for the ship, hit by a pair of knifes, “AHAh!! FUcking…” She turns around, “You little…” She gasps as Apollo pulls out the knife, holding the wound as she runs over to the ship, “D-Damnit…”
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Faye looks up at the team and follows along with them, glad to see a familiar Rose-Katherine swooping her and Geralt up out of the collapsing facility. “You’re baaack!” Faye says to her, smiling at Geralt.
Faye looks at whoever is left, nodding, “Well, I don’t know if we’re missing anyone…”
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Faye looks over at the arguing trio, should she add fraud to her crimes? Also, Geralt never asked for a paycheck. None of us have. Where are they getting all of this from?
She takes the rock and cautiously takes a bite of it…
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Torrad moves his hand from his back, putting them both on his hips, “Ha. I do not wish to fight friend. Just only wish for you to not scare the townsfolk.” He says, his smile starting to grow.
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Faye smiles a bit and rises from her spot… If only he knew the truth… The real reasons he wasn’t dead yet by her, Mizdog, or anyone for that matter… She looks over at the rest of the group, “Alright, what do we need to do?”