RE: Journal of Sociology [S!6] - [Round Two: Ryburg Ritz]
02-06-2014, 10:08 PM
"Alright guys," Flo stood triumphantly smiling in front of all of the various members of the gang. During the walk, the red in her hair went green and she decided to change jackets again, this time settling on silver with green. Her shirt also changed, now with a happy face with angry eyebrows on it. "This here, is Blake Richards. He is of absolutely no threat to us, and in fact, is going to be a great asset for the following mission."
Blake, who had gone though zero changes in appearance since having woken up sans armor other than the addition of a scarf and more hot cocoa simply waved as the various members of Flo's gang murmured to themselves.
Blake opted to take the first question, "So uhm, what is the mission?"
"Well Blakeyboy, you and I are going along with a special group of my friends and we are going to go to the fuckin palace!"
"The palace?" Blake thought about what he knew about the round and what he heard so far, "Where the nobles are?"
"Yeappers! And we're gunna plant those nobles in the face before they get a chance to do whatever new garbage they're plannin."
As Flo smiled happily at her suggestion to seriously injure the nobles (at best), Blake couldn't help but look at everyone in the room. They were so young...
On the one hand, helping children assault people (Blake didn't want to think about it getting worse than that) was not quite something he wanted to have on his list of things he done did, but at the same time it was a bunch of kids, and all of their parents were probably dead. At this point, all they had were each other and whatever ideas they could cling to, such as revenge. All in all it wasn't a very pleasant place to be in morally and he sort of wished he could go back to the wacky, if unapologetic evil from the last round.
Before Blake could attempt to say something along the lines of, 'maybe we shouldn't attempt to attack the rich and powerful adults,' Flo had started on the more important details of the plan.
"Now, the main reason for us finally bein able to pull this off isn't just because of Blakeyboy, but because of somethin else he had, TY!"
A large buff black guy, a bit taller than Blake but very obviously younger entered the room. He was bald, wearing a skin tight long-sleeve and jeans and he was wearing silver gloves and boots. With a big smile on his face, he carried in the armor that Blake stole from the last round.
"With this tech," Flo almost spat out the word, "we can finangle our way past their sciencey bullshit~" Flo's enthusiasm was spreading to some of the crowd, it seemed like this wasn't the first attempt to get into the palace.
"Do does that mean you don't need me?" Blake said, for reasons he wasn't actually sure of.
Ty shook his head, "None of us fit in the armor."
Blake frowned and looked to the side, very unsure about this whole situation. From what they were saying, they needed him to pull this off, but he didn't know if they wanted them too... "I..."
Flo interrupted Blake once more, "With this armor, Blakeyboy will be able to get past that stupid techno barrier and shut it off enough to allow our five best through! Once there we'll go to those stinkin nobles and figure out whats their follow up to the..." Flo was almost shaking, "vague plague..." No one in the room enjoyed the term.
Flo took a few deep breaths and then moved along to the next subject.
"So, while the five o us are off, Nan will look after ya'll... Now geddout, we've almost got our prep worked out and we don't want none of ya'll to get nabbed if this goes sour."
After the crowd dispersed, murmuring various murmurs of concern and worry, only Flo, Ty, and Blakeyboy were left in the room.
"So uhm."
"We're taking the underground tunnels, the rest of the team's already there. Ty, give him his armor then get your things."
Ty almost dropped the armor in shock, "M..my things? So does that mean you want me to use... that..."
"Only if there's an emergency."
Ty excitedly nodded, and then, after giving Blake his armor, ran back to the room he came from, once again leaving him and Flo alone.
"So..." Blake was still very flustered and very unsure of what to do here.
Flo smiled and pat him on the back, "Look, I know that this can't be the best situation for you, but we've got to do this... We don't have anything else."
Blake tried not to look into Flo's eyes, "I'll help... but... just don't do anything you'll regret..."
Flo didn't say anything as she left him to change into the armor, for the first time in a while, all alone.
Blake didn't know what he would do. These were kids. Kids!!! And all of their parents were dead or missing! Even if the nobles had created the vague plague, he didn't like the idea of children having to fight like this, having to fight adults like adults. He had the feeling that Flo didn't like it either, but that didn't help how he felt. She was so committed to this... How old was she even?
Blake supposed that he would just have to move forward and hope for the best...
After reluctantly suiting up the factory worker walked to where Flo and Ty had gone and saw the pair waiting for him with a third person, with short, pointed, black hair, shorter than Blake but taller than Flo, with a sword hilt hanging on their belt by a strap. They had a puffy white vest over a red longsleeve and white pants and sleek, black and red shoes. They were wearing sunglasses.
"Hey Blake, this is Cera, she's our swords person, very good at cutting things and piercing things! She doesn't say much though! Wave hello!"
Flo wiggled her hand at Cera who reluctantly waved her hand.
Blake did the same. He still didn't understand Flo at all, she understood more than she let on, was this sillyness really necessary? This was a serious situation, not one to just play around in. Still, when the three of them went down the ladder into the deeper tunnels of the Ritz, Blake once again followed. What else could he really do?
"Alright Blake, so you know Ty, the muscle man and Cera, blade lady, and me, the super jack of all trades leader type," The climb was a long way down, so Flo had decided to talk over it, "Down below are the last two members of our group, Kaz and Parley. Their roles are much more non-traditional, as you will see when you meet them. By the by, Kaz is the one with the ghost, and Parley is the one with the feathers."
When the group finally reached the bottom, Blake had successfully processed Flo's words, and as such was prepared when a young teen with brown hair covering one of their eyes, with a big grey hoodie, a pink skirt, and black leggings, waved hello along with a much larger, pink spirit wearing a mask in the shape of one of the most beautiful women Blake had ever seen.
"Hello..." Kaz raised their arm and waved meekly, while the spirit was much more enthusiastic, smiling and waving with both arms.
As Blake waved back, he noticed the final member was already moving forward. All he could make out was a blonde ponytail and an orange cloak. "Eh, don't fret it, Parley's just kind of a jerk. He makes birds happen."
Blake was easily the most worried out of the six people walking along the slightly lit tunnels. Everyone was silent and just walking forward, leaving Blake in the most awkward position possible. As he made an attempt to try to get some more answers or anything about what the other people thought he noticed that Parley had gotten quite a lead and that he was in the very back.
"Catch up old man."
Flo shrugged, looked back, and said, "Ya better catch up!"
Blake wasn't going to like this at all.
Blake, who had gone though zero changes in appearance since having woken up sans armor other than the addition of a scarf and more hot cocoa simply waved as the various members of Flo's gang murmured to themselves.
Blake opted to take the first question, "So uhm, what is the mission?"
"Well Blakeyboy, you and I are going along with a special group of my friends and we are going to go to the fuckin palace!"
"The palace?" Blake thought about what he knew about the round and what he heard so far, "Where the nobles are?"
"Yeappers! And we're gunna plant those nobles in the face before they get a chance to do whatever new garbage they're plannin."
As Flo smiled happily at her suggestion to seriously injure the nobles (at best), Blake couldn't help but look at everyone in the room. They were so young...
On the one hand, helping children assault people (Blake didn't want to think about it getting worse than that) was not quite something he wanted to have on his list of things he done did, but at the same time it was a bunch of kids, and all of their parents were probably dead. At this point, all they had were each other and whatever ideas they could cling to, such as revenge. All in all it wasn't a very pleasant place to be in morally and he sort of wished he could go back to the wacky, if unapologetic evil from the last round.
Before Blake could attempt to say something along the lines of, 'maybe we shouldn't attempt to attack the rich and powerful adults,' Flo had started on the more important details of the plan.
"Now, the main reason for us finally bein able to pull this off isn't just because of Blakeyboy, but because of somethin else he had, TY!"
A large buff black guy, a bit taller than Blake but very obviously younger entered the room. He was bald, wearing a skin tight long-sleeve and jeans and he was wearing silver gloves and boots. With a big smile on his face, he carried in the armor that Blake stole from the last round.
"With this tech," Flo almost spat out the word, "we can finangle our way past their sciencey bullshit~" Flo's enthusiasm was spreading to some of the crowd, it seemed like this wasn't the first attempt to get into the palace.
"Do does that mean you don't need me?" Blake said, for reasons he wasn't actually sure of.
Ty shook his head, "None of us fit in the armor."
Blake frowned and looked to the side, very unsure about this whole situation. From what they were saying, they needed him to pull this off, but he didn't know if they wanted them too... "I..."
Flo interrupted Blake once more, "With this armor, Blakeyboy will be able to get past that stupid techno barrier and shut it off enough to allow our five best through! Once there we'll go to those stinkin nobles and figure out whats their follow up to the..." Flo was almost shaking, "vague plague..." No one in the room enjoyed the term.
Flo took a few deep breaths and then moved along to the next subject.
"So, while the five o us are off, Nan will look after ya'll... Now geddout, we've almost got our prep worked out and we don't want none of ya'll to get nabbed if this goes sour."
After the crowd dispersed, murmuring various murmurs of concern and worry, only Flo, Ty, and Blakeyboy were left in the room.
"So uhm."
"We're taking the underground tunnels, the rest of the team's already there. Ty, give him his armor then get your things."
Ty almost dropped the armor in shock, "M..my things? So does that mean you want me to use... that..."
"Only if there's an emergency."
Ty excitedly nodded, and then, after giving Blake his armor, ran back to the room he came from, once again leaving him and Flo alone.
"So..." Blake was still very flustered and very unsure of what to do here.
Flo smiled and pat him on the back, "Look, I know that this can't be the best situation for you, but we've got to do this... We don't have anything else."
Blake tried not to look into Flo's eyes, "I'll help... but... just don't do anything you'll regret..."
Flo didn't say anything as she left him to change into the armor, for the first time in a while, all alone.
Blake didn't know what he would do. These were kids. Kids!!! And all of their parents were dead or missing! Even if the nobles had created the vague plague, he didn't like the idea of children having to fight like this, having to fight adults like adults. He had the feeling that Flo didn't like it either, but that didn't help how he felt. She was so committed to this... How old was she even?
Blake supposed that he would just have to move forward and hope for the best...
After reluctantly suiting up the factory worker walked to where Flo and Ty had gone and saw the pair waiting for him with a third person, with short, pointed, black hair, shorter than Blake but taller than Flo, with a sword hilt hanging on their belt by a strap. They had a puffy white vest over a red longsleeve and white pants and sleek, black and red shoes. They were wearing sunglasses.
"Hey Blake, this is Cera, she's our swords person, very good at cutting things and piercing things! She doesn't say much though! Wave hello!"
Flo wiggled her hand at Cera who reluctantly waved her hand.
Blake did the same. He still didn't understand Flo at all, she understood more than she let on, was this sillyness really necessary? This was a serious situation, not one to just play around in. Still, when the three of them went down the ladder into the deeper tunnels of the Ritz, Blake once again followed. What else could he really do?
"Alright Blake, so you know Ty, the muscle man and Cera, blade lady, and me, the super jack of all trades leader type," The climb was a long way down, so Flo had decided to talk over it, "Down below are the last two members of our group, Kaz and Parley. Their roles are much more non-traditional, as you will see when you meet them. By the by, Kaz is the one with the ghost, and Parley is the one with the feathers."
When the group finally reached the bottom, Blake had successfully processed Flo's words, and as such was prepared when a young teen with brown hair covering one of their eyes, with a big grey hoodie, a pink skirt, and black leggings, waved hello along with a much larger, pink spirit wearing a mask in the shape of one of the most beautiful women Blake had ever seen.
"Hello..." Kaz raised their arm and waved meekly, while the spirit was much more enthusiastic, smiling and waving with both arms.
As Blake waved back, he noticed the final member was already moving forward. All he could make out was a blonde ponytail and an orange cloak. "Eh, don't fret it, Parley's just kind of a jerk. He makes birds happen."
Blake was easily the most worried out of the six people walking along the slightly lit tunnels. Everyone was silent and just walking forward, leaving Blake in the most awkward position possible. As he made an attempt to try to get some more answers or anything about what the other people thought he noticed that Parley had gotten quite a lead and that he was in the very back.
"Catch up old man."
Flo shrugged, looked back, and said, "Ya better catch up!"
Blake wasn't going to like this at all.