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Prince Kyreℓℓ Elitairℯ

♣ Never give up...


Kyrell's face contorted as he was jerked nearer by the second-in-command of the rebels. "You truly are that man's puppet! You even act like him. It's disgusting!" He was talking of how Zil also did the same thing to him just a few hours back in the Helmshire quarters in Diethelm. He would have spat at Dustin but he had just enough manners to keep him from doing so.

((OOC: ))

...No matter what ♣

((She said 'after the patriotic moment'))

"Alright then. Thank you." She said, waiting. As soon as the patriotic moment was over, she wanted to leave, but she also knew better. Besides, it wasn't as if the officer was a jerk like most of them.

Jian also moved over between Damien and the man, knowing Damien wasn't as adjusted to defending himself as Jain was. "What do you want?" He asked.

"Oh nothing much. Even if you are with the military, no one will miss you." He said, just as he and the other bouncer pulled out their guns.

"Boss, she got away!" The bouncer who took Shadow said, holding his gut.

"What do you mean 'she got away'! She was drugged and had alcohol in her system and a gash to the head. I'm surprised she isn't dead, you moron!" The man replied.

As the man was talking, the bartender handed Damien his glass of wine, the same wine Shadow ordered for him previously, except without the Everclear added in.

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"Oh really? You fire those and the secret police will open fire on you. I would suggest you put those guns down and surrender. I have connections that you wouldn't believe. If I was found dead, well let's just say you wouldn't want to find out what would happen to you" Damien said to the man.


A medical van drove up and a couple medical squad members got out. They took Shadow over to the back of the van and removed her helmet. They began disinfecting the would and getting out the medical thread.

"Thank you." She said, holding still as they cleaned up the wound for her. The blood had dripped down her face, but the gash luckily wasn't very deep.

"Is that so, because so do I." He said, firing a shot that hit Jian's shoulder. Jian gasped for breath, grabbing the wounded area, but still stood just in case they fired again.

Some people screamed and ran out of the area where the gunshots happened.


The prince finally hit a nerve. If there was something Dustin hated, it was being referenced with his brother. He punched Kyrell right across the face. "Don't you ever say something like that again. I am getting sick and tired of your attitude. Shall we inform daddy where you are? You know what will happen. He'll have you locked up with maximum security so that you won't get out again. I suggest that if you don't want that to happen again, then change your attitude!" Dustin hissed. He then dragged the prince over to the van and shoved him in. Dustin then got in himself.


"J..." Damien said, almost calling out Jian's name, but stopped himself.

Mikhael smirked, rising. "finally..." he mumbled to himself, chuckling lihgtly. he made sure his own weapons were securely in their places, pistols at his side, and everything. all other weapons, he quickly stowed away, and looked over to Zil. "i'm all set. whenever you're ready." he hopped up into the vehicle he needed to be in, before getting an assault rifle hidden, though easily accessible. he hoped it would be a smooth trip, but you could never know for sure.

The caravan began to move, starting with the first car, where Dustin, Zil and Kyrell were. They were going pretty fast and each car moved in line and with an appropriate spacing from the one before it. All the drivers were rebels who were very experienced with theses sorts of trips. And even though the man that led them joked around often, they knew well enough to follow his orders because he always got people home safely.

((Oh God... >.< I know what's coming))

The parametric walked into the bar, looking at the note and noticed it was mostly empty except for the three men being arrested, and a few people standing around panicking. He ignored the outburst from the drunkard and noticed Jian bleeding. "Are you alright?!" The parametric said with alarm, quickly showing his badge to the police and opening up his case to do an emergency procedure on Jian's shoulder. "I'm a government parametric. Everything is going to be ok." He said.

"What?" Jian asked with surprise. 'That was fast. Too fast.' Jian thought.

"A woman with a gash in her head asked me to check on her friend before she left, and gave me a note to give him." The parametic said, examining the wound. "The wound is shallow because the bullet hit your bone. You're lucky." He said.

"What the hell! This isn't fair!" The weapon's merchant yelled as they were dragged away in cuffs. Even though their weapons were confiscated, he was still putting up a fight.