roadrunnermuses | the EMILY HAS CONQUERED NANO open post

She has a feeling this is going to go so well.

Rather than being annoyed by that fact, however, if anything, she seems amused. Whether that's because Hippolyta reminds her of one of her crew or because that's so typical of a warmblood, who knows, but either way, the corners of her lips twitch just a little bit. "Things that are supposed to be simple rarely are."

Hippolyta smirks a bit at that, continuing to make her way up to the top of the peak, heedless of whether or not she should be concerned. She's an Amazon after all. They laugh in the face of danger, and all those other fun cliches.

"Perhaps they're not. But if we planned every aspect, we would never give it any room to surprise us."

Or something.

"I never said we had to plan every aspect." She likes plans, sure, but if you can't deviate from them, if you can't think on your feet, that's a pretty good way to end up dead. She likes living (winning) more. "Just that I wouldn't mind a little more than a general idea."

She really doesn't think she's going to get more than she already has, though, and that in mind, she shrugs. "I suppose I'll have to live without, just this once."

"Who knows?" Hippolyta smirks as she reaches for her sword. "You might even like it."

And with that, she's going to sneak her way forward to make a run for the nearest guard.

"Guess we'll find out," she answers, flashing Hippolyta a smirk of her own.

While she may or may not have a sword of her own, if only for the sake of the mission, however, she makes no attempt to reach for it, even though she follows Hippolyta quietly up to the guards. As far as she's concerned, traditional weapons are sort of a last resort -- something she uses when fang and claw fail her or she needs a little bit of distance between her and her opponent. It helps that she's sort of her own, living weapon and for more than just being trained and trained well in unarmed combat.

That in mind, when she catches up to the guard she's claimed as her own, she plants her hands on his shoulders, claws digging into his shoulder, and pulls him flush against her. She takes a split second, looking for an unprotected area of skin, and when she finds it, strikes, not unlike the snake she so resembles, delicate fangs flashing for an instant as she clamps her mouth down. The guard jerks once, twice and then stills, stiff. Pulling away, she lowers him gently to the ground, and leaves him there, his breathing odd, his respitory system already failing.

She wets her lips with her tongue, fangs already gone again, folded up against the roof of her mouth, and as if the fact that she just more or less sentenced a guy to death isn't a big deal. If they weren't supposed to kill anyone, well, she can make anti-venom. Probably before he dies. Probably. For now, though, she just glances to Hippolyta calmly.

You wish you were more or less part King Cobra.

Actually, Hippolyta doesn't but she is very pleased with the initiative. A wide grin crosses her face as she catches up with her and starts to move forward.

"See? Told you we didn't need a plan."

"Sorry to ruin your moment of self-satisfaction, but that usually is part of the plan," she answers, flashing her a brief, crooked smile. Or, well, it kind of is. Usually, it's her venom on one of Kerric's daggers, not her biting someone, but same difference, really.

A shrug follows, if only for her own benefit and in response to that thought, and she glances down at the guard. "Leave him?"

She nods. "He won't be much use to them and by the time we get to the doctor, it won't matter that they'll see us coming."

And she really doesn't feel much remorse for her enemies.

She does, if only about half the time and in her own, odd way, but she recognizes that they're on a bit of a schedule here, now. It'll only be so long before someone else finds them and sounds the alarm, and if they want to get what they came for, they need to make the best of their time before that happens. She can, well, not quite mourn later.

That in mind, she nods, too. "Fair enough."

Hippolyta leads the way into the compound sword drawn and slicing down anyone who gets in her way. It's not a thing she thinks of, the lives she's taking - she just wants to get to her target. Ends justify the means, and all that jazz. When she gets to the room where the person they're looking for is being held.

"Ready?" she asks, glancing back over her shoulder.

I'seth follows, holding her own when she needs to and, again, while relying on fang and claw rather than her sword. She hasn't felt a need to draw it, just yet, and that, in her mind, is promising. Again with the part where steel is usually he last resort.

When they stop, her attentions dart briefly over Hippolyta's shoulder, both in anticipation and keeping a watchful eye on things, just in case someone decides to try sneaking up on them. When she glances back to her, she nods once, definitively. "As I'll ever be."

"Let's go then."

And with that, she kicks down the door, sending it splintering into different areas of the room. Sitting behind the door, is a man with glasses, pouring over an old manuscript. He looks up with startled surprise when he sees the two women in front of him.

"Who are you?"

"We're here for you," she replies evenly. "You're coming with us."

Nice touch, kicking down the door, and the fact that I'seth thinks as much shows on her face in the form of a glance in Hippolyta's direction and smirk, however short-lived. When she sobers, she looks briefly to their target and then out over the room, looking for doors and hiding places and the like, just in case something happens in the next few minutes and they can't go out the way they came in. Or in case the doctor here's not alone and has protection.

"Trust me when I say it's in your best interests," she says calmly, still inspecting the room.

"Is it?" The man raises an eyebrow as he pulls off his glasses. "I can't say I know you. How do you know what's best for me?"

Hippoltya cracks her knuckles as makes a fist. She raises an eyebrow. She expects him to fill in the blanks.

" ... I see. Well then. Give me a moment to pack."

If she weren't already almost spoken for -- she and Zul'gar have something of a complicated relationship, to say the least -- she might be turned on by Hippolyta's methods of persuasion. As it is, she can't help herself from humming and flashing her a tiny smirk, however brief.

"You might want to make it quick." Whether that's a simple truth or a threat to let Hippolyta go to town on him, even she's not entirely sure.

The doctor fumbles as he gets his bag together, before exhaling slowly as he comes to stand next to them. "Well? Am I being kidnapped or not?"

Hipployta shrugs, before taking him by the arm and leading him back towards the door. "Are we clear?"

"Think of it less like kidnapping and more like borrowing." They'll put him back. Maybe. Okay, probably not, but hey, if it helps him come along quietly, she's all for it. As much as she approved of Hippolyta threatening him, she really doesn't want to have to chase him all over the place, if and when he decides to make a break for it.

Anyway, that said, she glances towards Hippolyta as she falls into step behind them, taking up the rear. "As far as I could tell."

The doctor does not look like he believes that sentence. In fact, his look clearly says that she should stop insulting his intelligence. Hippolyta, on the other hand, doesn't really care what she tells him. She just grabs his shoulder and pushes him towards the door.

"Let's go."

I'seth pops her eyebrows in a shrug. She figured he might appreciate the effort, since, in her experience, most warmbloods do, particularly back home and coming from someone like her -- most of her race don't bother with mercy, feigned or otherwise, so reassurances usually come as a welcome surprise -- but it doesn't really bother her that he doesn't. She tried. His loss.

She'll get herself a gold star, later. For now, she's going to follow and watch their backs.

Hippolyta leads them back through the corridors, wandering back the way they came when the doctor eventually speaks up, drawing to a stop next to her.

"We don't want to go this way."

Hippolyta turns on him with an aggravated look. "Do you have a better way out?"

There's a pause. "Well ... no."

"Then, pray tell, why should we not use the exit."

There's the sound of clanking metal in the distance, and he points to the sound of the approaching soldiers as Hippolyta swears.

"That would be why."

And this? This is why plans are good. Breathing out a sigh, presses her lips into a thin line and turns to the doctor. "Do you know how many there are?"

Because if there are a lot, that actually might work in their favor, assuming they have to fight through them. They might be able to choke them in the corridors so they can't all come at them at once or get behind them.

"Oh, probably quite a few. I'm very highly valued, you know. They don't want me going ... ow, ow ... ow - good Lord, is that absolutely necessary?"

He's referring to Hippolyta's fingers tightening against his arm.

And yes, she knows about the plan thing. I told you so can come after the mission is completed.

"What's our way out?"

"Alright, alright. This way." And with that, he'll lead the way down a side corridor.

She might take her up on the I told you so thing, later -- it's debatable and right now, they have more important things to worry about. That in mind, she moves to follow, taking up the rear again, half-turned so she can try and keep an eye both on their backs and on Hippolyta and the doctor, just so she doesn't end up crashing into them, if and when they stop again.

And for the record, she's really, really hoping the doctor doesn't lead them into a deathtrap. He did say there was no better way out, after all, and it's what she'd do, if someone tried kidnapping her and it happened to be an option.

He's not. He's too terrified of Hippolyta to screw her. He makes his way through the building before he reaches what looks like a storm cellar and pulls the doors open.

"This leads down into the abandoned mines under the hill. Hope you brought a flashlight."

"I can see in the dark." That's not entirely accurate. If it's pitch black down there, she won't be seeing much of anything -- if there's even the smallest bit of light, though, she'll be able to guide them as easily as if they did have torches.

Rather than make that distinction, however, and counting on her training to help her cope, even if she can't see -- she was trained to fight even when she couldn't see her opponent -- she takes a step forward, glancing at Hippolyta as she does. "I can take point."

Ooh.

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