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Post by zarikrahia on Apr 23, 2008 1:50:03 GMT -5
Zari staggewred away from the wall, then shook herself. Her head ached. Over the weeks since King Wolf had been crowned, she'd hauled herself through a fight during the coronation, that'd taken ages to restore her magic to it's usual state, then the Guild Wars. That'd been like falling into a butterchurn, then being washed by a giant cat and hung ouit to dry in the baking noonday sun. The Cityguard had been tough, but no where nearing as though as Knighthood in a struggling Kingdom. She wasn't sure if the letter inviting her to Dunburrow and Castle kestrel--Or Jorndarau and Cattarali as they were known as in Xenam) nearly two months before was a blessing (In some ways it was- The Xenami had very tight social circles and it was very difficult to penetrate them. The Knights were much more open in who they liked or trusted) or a curse.
Wait a second. Raised voices...where? Over there, stupid. WHAR?
Oh, for the sakes of your mothers cousin's great-aunt Josephine..THAR!
Ohhhhhhh sister; Something went wrong, methinks. Well, thanks, Genius, you've figured it at last.
Zari stayed still for a few seconds, blinking rapidly, then wandered over the the small knot of people, one of which she didn't know. "Is it just my paranoia, or has something gone really wrong here? I mean, the emotions round here are one big rage spike. As in, big. What happened"
Mentally, the now-mostly-lucid Zari cursed her double sided tape brain. If she was disorientated, her brain would immediately start arguing with itself. Most disconcerting.
((The inner workings of Zari's mind. Smart-alek sarcastic side having an argument with confused, ooh-look-shiny! side. o.o
Wait...my mind works like that too! Dx...
Wait, this isn't spacefleet! *flee*))
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Post by Deleted on Apr 23, 2008 17:05:43 GMT -5
Wolf was pondering what Pyro had suggested when Sir Bacon approached him and asked for a word, and what a word it was: Lady Fenrix from Alec's council wished to become a Knight of Dunburrow. And barely a second later, she herself approached to request the same thing, offering information in exchange for her accolade.
Though he was beginning to feel like Hunty must have felt in the second Guild Wars RP when everyone and their brother/sister/arch-nemesis demanded her attention, he kept this to himself as a sudden thought struck him from nowhere: What would Kit do?
He stopped thinking for a moment, feeling his blood simmer at the thought of the Grey Knight—perhaps he had been unnecessarily harsh to Kit, but he had to understand the position he was coming from—but then again, why should he even care what Kit would do? Their personalities clashed plenty of times for reasons Wolf still couldn't fathom, and yet, he was still the Arbiter, and in a situation such as this.... Wolf wasn't about to wear the words WWKD stitched on a bracelet, but he certainly would have valued Kit's input if he hadn't just sold himself to the other side of this...this conflict. Was it truly going to become a war?
Well, what would Kit do? He'd given himself up to stop war, wouldn't his first instinct be to prevent war? And if so, wouldn't he do anything possible to gain information on the enemy that could stop this before it escalated to the battlefield? And didn't that mean he would have to knight this woman for the information she offered?
He turned to Pyro for a second. "If you feel more comfortable following the illusion to ensure it is such, then do so. Return to the Castle when your search is through." He nodded. "You may go."
Turning back to the foreigner, he drew his glistening sword and let his breath slowly drain from his lungs. "If Knighthood is what you desire, then kneel before me."
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Jorn lowered his binoculars and blinked his eyes. What he'd seen was impossible, unbelievable. He rubbed his hands across the pair of bronze spyglasses that had been fused together, knowing that they had never failed him before in his eight years serving as the caravan's watchman. So why had he just seen the impossible?
He put his eyes back to the sky and sighed with relief: the winged woman was gone.
He felt a nudge at his side. "Hey, Jorn, look at that."
Jorn turned to look where his brother Ricard was pointing, over one of the wagons to where a woman had landed...the very same woman he'd seen with misty wings a moment before, in the sky.
"Ricard..." He stopped talking, not sure what words to say. He was seventeen, Ricard was a year younger than him. They'd been taken as refugees by the caravan when he was only nine; it had been smaller then, not a part of any nation. Their father had been the watchmen in their town, had been killed warning everyone of the coming invasion, and with his old binoculars, Jorn had stepped up to offer his aid to the people who had rescued them.
General Alec had joined the caravan less than a year ago, and with him, it had more than tripled in size. They'd stopped being just wanderers; they'd become a caravan with a mission. Jorn didn't know just what their mission was, but anything was better than aimless wandering. The thought of having a purpose excited him.
"Yeah, Jorn?"
He licked his parched lips. "That woman," he swallowed uneasily, "she's a demon."((Jorn and Ricard are NPCs.))
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Post by Cyborg on Jul 23, 2008 18:42:55 GMT -5
( I hope it's fine that I post this.)
Midknight followed by his fox Shado, walked to Dunburrow. When he reached the kingdom, he shouted, " Can anyone take me to King Wolf?"
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Post by Deleted on Jul 29, 2008 23:01:00 GMT -5
Some random farmer dude heard manic shouting and looked up as a black Kougra and his fox approached, wildly yelling for someone to take him to the King.
Crazy people, he thought. Just what the NTWF needs more of at a time like this.
But, if he said nothing, the Kougra would just keep wandering around his farm, trampling his crops, and that'd soon get annoying, and costly. >:( Even if he were a threat to national security, once he made it to the capital, the Knights would get him. Probably.
Well, at least his farm'd be safe. :)
"Hey," he called, leaning on the shaft of his shovel until he got the Kougra's attention. "You won't find no King out here. This may be Dunburrow, yeah, but the King ain't out here. Go to Palisade Falcorum, thattaway," he motioned into the distance where the morning haze turned the horizon grey, "if you wanna find 'im. Might take a few days to walk there, though, bit a ways away, y'know."
((Yep, Midknight, Dunburrow is the kingdom, whereas Palisade/Falcorum is the capital, where we are. ^_^))
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Post by Cyborg on Jul 30, 2008 6:07:29 GMT -5
" Thank you for your help." Midknight stated, as he and Shado ran off towards Palisade Folcorum. Get in, kill, get out. That was what General Alec had told him. Well General Alec was about to get a big surprise.
" Okay Shado let's quicken the pace, we need to get there before it's too late." Midknight said five minutes later, as he and Shado turned into shadows and raced off, in hopes of reaching the king as soon as possible.
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Post by Shadaras on Aug 18, 2008 19:25:18 GMT -5
Shade paced, growing steadily more irritated by the second. She disliked waiting. Especially in the middle of a potential enemy’s camp. Everyone was giving her nervous looks, and she was considering just going up to someone and demanding to know who, after the General Alec and Casandra, was highest ranked. Then she could tell that person that they’d be receiving a prisoner, and to ask the General about it if they wanted more information. That would be quite satisfying, because it would mean she could leave.
Of course, this meant that her temper wasn’t exactly at its best, so when a man approached her, she resisted snapping at him only because he looked either scared or determined. She couldn’t quite tell which. And because he was holding an unsheathed sword. That helped. She stopped pacing, waiting for him to speak. He swallowed visibly, and then began. “Um.. My lady -”
“Don’t call me that,” Shade said, automatically. “Use ‘Sir’. Please,” she tacked on, remembering that she should be polite to some extent.
The guard – for that was what the man seemed to be – nodded. “Yes, sir. As I was saying, these two lads say that they think you’re a demon. They said that they’d seen you flying overhead.”
Shade grinned. This would be fun. “I’m not a demon,” she said, quite cheerfully. “But my father was.” She couldn’t help but laugh at the guard’s expression. “Don’t be afraid. It’s not like I’m any more powerful that the mages, is it?”
The guard seemed like he was trying to voice a reply, and failing.
Shaking her head, Shade kept talking. “Look. I’m the Royal Envoy of Dunburrow. My king trusts me, and he knows what I am. I have barely any magical power. Flight is the most of it. So stop acting like a coward, and since you’re here, direct me to someone in charge.”
The guard gulped, nodded, and led her off towards one of the wagons. Shade followed, ignoring the stares that she drew, along with the silence of those nearby. There’d probably be rumours about her by the end of the day, she thought, rather sourly. And they’d all be untrue. Well. Probably. There was a chance that they’d hit upon some truth accidentally.
Jared, the captain of Alec’s troops, heard her out without a word. At the end, he nodded. Shade left after that, ignoring the gasps and whispers when she came out, allowed her wings to show, and simply flew off towards the gates of Falcorum. Perching on top of the nearest, she waited. It was probable that she’d see either Kit or Alec pass through eventually, and this, at least, she could wait for. With the patience of a predator, Shade settled herself on the warm stones, preparing herself for an indeterminable wait.
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Post by KitClairvoyance on Sept 1, 2008 9:28:34 GMT -5
The Great Hall was empty, but for a few servants wiping down the tables in preparation for lunch. The ovens were packed full of fresh rolls, cauldrons were bubbling over with rich soup, and baskets upon baskets of fruit were stacked in the corner, the amount of food needed to feed a castle's worth of servants, soldiers, knights and that one king whose appetite never ceased to defy conventional wisdom. Like any other part of Castle Kestrel, the kitchen worked swiftly and with a warmth that was shared amongst all the staff. It was a warmth that Kit had never been able to be fully a part of, his one pride and regret: his detachment that allowed him to walk away so easily from the castle, from those he stood beside all those years.
Maybe it wasn't so bad. His parents had lived a nomadic life before they left him to fend for himself, so it was somewhat in his blood to walk roads and paths. For a moment he considered walking a different path altogether, taking a path that would lead him far away from Casandra and Dunburrow and all the things they held in between. But no. Kristen wouldn't approve of cowardice, and he didn't want to justify Wolf's or Casandra's actions by walking away from the problem. And then there was the matter of the strange man that stood outside the Council Chambers during his volatile meeting with Casandra, the man whose aura seemed so familiar yet implacable.
A bustle of activity flooded Falcorum's streets with reds, yellows, oranges and blues, the current popular fashion amongst the citizens; distinctly autumn. Kit stopped by a stall, handing a silver coin to the trader. Knights had free access to whatever goods they might need, but seeing as how he had just walked out of the castle without Wolf's blessings, Kit preferred to not act a knight.
"Heard about th' rumours?" the merchant asked without looking at Kit, "Peoples are passing a sayings around that there's an new kingdom come t' take th' city."
Kit watched the merchant as he cut a slab of cheese and weighed it.
"You seem awfully dismissive of this threat."
"Well a' rumour is a rumour I say, and war is good for th' pockets. 'sides, th' kingdom isn't prepared for war. Th' new king and his 'nights wo' give much of a' fight, I says."
"And why do you say that?" Kit asked, taking the paper-wrapped cheese and bread.
"'cause thi' kingdom ain't seen war for decades. Th' new breed aren't equipped fo' war. If y' ask me, we need real soldiers, an' that's wha' this new army has. An' tha's why I won' be complainin' when they comes in."
"So you're saying that you wouldn't mind them taking over?"
"Yea' an' you'd be wise t' follow. I'm no' th' only one who think's this way. Ev'ry one else does so too."
"Well, thank you for the advice then, and for the food."
"Ah good day t' you too."
Kit left the merchant wondering if the merchant was right, that Dunburrow might be better off a more structured rule. It would certainly be more prepared to face future threats, that was for sure. It was a question he would have to ponder on for a while.
Reaching the gates, he saw a familiar figure perched atop them.
"Waiting for someone?" he called out to it.
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Post by Cyborg on Sept 13, 2008 21:33:10 GMT -5
After a long time of travelling in their shadow forms, Shado and Midknight reached Palisade Falcorum. Once they snuck inside they reverted to their normal forms. Now began the search for King Wolf. " Can anyone help me? I'm looking for King Wolf, I have a urgent message!" he called hoping for a response, from anyone.
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Post by Shadaras on Sept 13, 2008 22:05:49 GMT -5
Sitting atop the gates, it was quiet. Oh, there was the constant babble coming from below, but Shade couldn’t pick out individual words and conversations. She didn’t need to try to listen, and after everything that had happened with Alec and Casandra, she was glad for the moment of peace, even if it didn’t last long. It was especially nice, since the guards just left her alone. It seemed they’d finally gotten used to her, or at least, whoever was on this watch had.
Watching the people below, Shade tried to pay attention to who they were, but kept returning to the question of where Alec and Casandra were. They had left before she had. Even with her flight, they could have gotten back to their camp before she had. They definitely should have been there by the time she got fed up and left. And she couldn’t figure out where they would have gone, or why they’d be somewhere else. But all her musings were disrupted by a voice from below. "Waiting for someone?"
Smiling, Shade looked down at Kit. “Maybe,” she called back, jumping off the gates and flaring her wings so she landed safely. Nearby people muttered things, probably invocations against evil, and edged away. Shade ignored them. “Was hoping to see you pass by,” she said. “I- I told the camp that you were coming, but General Alec and Casandra weren’t there.” Shade bit her lip, pausing for a moment before talking again, more quickly this time. “I wish I knew where they were and where Jonathan was. I wish you weren’t giving yourself up as a prisoner. I wish—” that peace came with a lesser price. That you and Casandra hadn’t seen each other. That Alec hadn’t come at all. Too many things. Too many wishes that couldn’t be true.
Shade stepped back, towards the shadows of the gate, turning. “I wish there were a better way,” she said, softly. “But there isn’t, is there?”
* * *
Alec followed Casandra silently, wishing she would tell him what was going on. When the boy had woken up, she’d paused in an alleyway so that he could bind and gag the boy, but they’d continued on immediately after. Casandra still refused to answer his questions with anything other than “You’ll see” or “When we get there”. It had gotten frustrating already, and he was beginning to edge towards anger when Casandra finally stopped in another alley.
“Now what?” Alec snapped.
Casandra just smiled at him. “Now you’ll see,” she said, in that maddening tone of hers. Alec would have snapped at her again, but she was whispering words, words that were probably magic. So he waited, seething and silent, until she spoke again. “Grab the boy and follow me,” she said, her words barely audible.
Alec did so. He could wait until this was over before he yelled at her for ordering him around. Following Casandra out into a crowded plaza, Alec began plotting how best to do that. But the sight of Kestrel Castle, looming behind the ornamental fountain, brought him up short. “What the hell are we doing?” he whispered.
“Giving the king a message,” Casandra said calmly. “Now hurry; this spell only lasts so long.” She wove her way through the crowd to the fountain, Alec following behind. The boy seemed asleep, probably due to a spell of some sort. At the fountain, Casandra stopped. “Now go put the boy in the top bowl,” she said.
Alec stared at her. “No,” he said. His voice was just as calm as hers. “I will not do servants work.”
“You will,” Casandra said, “or all your secrets will come out. And you wouldn’t want that, would you?”
Scowling, Alec climbed up onto the fountain. No. Having his secrets revealed would not do. It would not do at all. Placing the boy just below the falcon that was the source of the fountains water, Alec tried to prop him up so that he wouldn’t drown.
“No.”
Alec looked down at Casandra. “Why not?”
“Magic will suffice.” She smiled, a cold smile. “For a short amount of time, at least.”
Sighing, Alec let the boy fall into the water. He was still visible from the ground, but if nobody looked up, they wouldn’t see him for a time. And that time just might be too long. Leaping off the fountain, Alec joined Casandra. “You got me wet,” he growled. “So you can dry me off.”
Casandra looked at him. “No. The sun will do that as we ride back to the caravan.”
And that was that. Casandra turned, leading the way back to the alley where they’d left their horses. Alec followed. Once they returned to the caravan, he promised himself, he would tell her exactly what her place in this company was.
And that place was not as his commander, no matter how much she thought it was.
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Post by KitClairvoyance on Sept 20, 2008 12:07:33 GMT -5
"Maybe," Shade's voice called clearly over the streams of conversation, her lithe figure taking a light jump off the gate's arch into a graceful free-fall, stopping the streams of conversation briefly as everyone turned to look at her. Wispy tendrils of black smoke solidified in an instant, taking the avian-reptilian shape of dragon's wings. A shriek broke the crowd's silence, murmurs and chants rising as they backed away to form a circle, terrified and curious. The bronze knight showed no care for the crowd as she let herself down gently, her wings dissolving as soon as her feet touched the ground.
"Was hoping to see you pass by. I- I told the camp that you were coming, but General Alec and Casandra weren’t there." Shade's normally steady voice wavered as she spoke, her unnaturally blue eyes hinting at the undercurrent of emotions that ran through her. Kit himself found it hard to steady his own heart. Part of him wanted to drop his hold on his emotions and hug the one knight that shared with him the same prejudice from the people. To reassure her that things would turn out all right.
"I- I told the camp that you were coming, but General Alec and Casandra weren’t there. I wish I knew where they were and where Jonathan was. I wish you weren’t giving yourself up as a prisoner. I wish—" The pause in her words hung in the air painfully, silencing even the crowd who had just before hurled their distrust towards them. Several people turned away in guilt, slipping back into the folds of the market. Shade took a step backwards, her gaze leaving Kit as the shadows of the gate touched her. "I wish there were a better way. But there isn’t, is there?"
"No.. there isn't," Kit said as he approached Shade. He found himself thinking again of what Kristen would have done. She would have just walked past, without acknowledging Shade. But. He wasn't Kristen. And as hard as he tried, he could never be. Kristen never had to deal with someone who genuinely cared for her. That's why she could be the way she was.
"I'll be back someday, I promise." Kit said, hesitating for a moment before reaching out to touch Shade's cheek with his fingertips. Perhaps in a different life, when they weren't knights, when he didn't owe Kristen his life, when they could live and let live, Kit might have given his life to Shade. But it wasn't this life. "I'll see you soon," he said as his fingers left her cheek.
The road to the enemy camp was quiet, giving Kit a long time to reflect on the prospects of a future as a prisoner. It certainly wasn't the most desirable, nor did it offer much room for promotion or retirement benefits, but it wasn't too bad either. He'd still have a roof over his head, hopefully, and there certainly wouldn't be any lack of company. And as the flags of the opposing army came in sight, Kit had already made plans on what games he could play with the other prisoners.. no, his other roommates when he met them.
He hoped they liked to play marbles, and as entertaining hide and seek would be, he figured they might not want to play that one with him.
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Post by Kat on Sept 23, 2008 3:43:36 GMT -5
"If Knighthood is what you desire, then kneel before me."
At that exact moment, Kat stumbled in, a bit frantic. Her hair was a mess, her robes were slightly rumpled, and she nearly tripped all over her own feet.
"Did I miss something, Highness?" she asked, scrambling to curtsy. "Forgive me; I must have fallen asleep in the library again..."
((Phail attempt to get back into the RP. XD))
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Post by Vyt: Down, but Not Out on Sept 23, 2008 13:25:40 GMT -5
(Following Kat's attempt to get back into the RP. Probably with more phail. T-T)
Crimson red. The hue of random images hovering across SILE's vision was covered with this ominous color. With the rest of the vision attacks she had received all over her lifetime, she could only get a few from what she could understand. People and eventually non-human beings who were not associated with Dunburrow began to flash themselves in front of her disembodied sight. Not one of them, she even knew. However, SILE knew her vision was up to something dangerous, but she would have to make her way through its devious "thinking" for her to figure that out.
Reality then began to tap SILE back, forcing her sight to meet a peculiar place.
"Huh, what?" asked SILE, who was left lying in front of the Council Chambers. She took a minute to rest her head, for vision attacks usually leave her mentally-fatigued for quite a moment. "... I need to make contact with Lady Pyro," she urged herself whilst resisting the impulse of forced sleep.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2008 13:26:19 GMT -5
Makeo darted past the outcropping outside the city, halting briefly before the gates the take a breath, absently fondling a crystal that hung from her neck. She closed her eyes and breathed deeper; then she opened her eyes, stared down at her golden-yellow hands, then forwards through a lock of black hair that feel over her eyes. Then she started running again.
She screamed and swore when a winged woman decked in a bronze mantle landed inches before her, and she cowered back with the crowd until the woman began speaking softly with a robed man before her. Makeo sighed, wiping beads of sweat from her forehead, and then backed against one of the inner walls to breathe for a moment more.
But this time, she did not merely rest; instead, she shut her eyes and sniffed the air. Yes, she could smell him alright, her long lost brethren. She had been pursuing him for days, and at last she was certain she had discovered where he dwelt. She opened her eyes and grinned.
Makeo kept running. She carried a message for the forest prince.
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For Fenrix's (re)knighting, see this post.
Kinda funny now that he'd call her the Agent of Serenity at a time like this...
Anyways, my apologies if I hadn't made it clear that the knighting itself was only going to be implied in the roleplay.
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Wolf looked up from knighting Lady ((Dame?)) Fenrix and sheathed his sword as he heard a familiar voice and turned sideways. A tide of warmth and calmness washed over him at the sight of the Purple Knight. Through his closeness with the White Knight, Wolf had himself become fond of and close to Lady Kalianne and he had confided in her many times since his kingship had been bestowed.
And amidst all this chaos, all of this confusion inside his head, her arrival was precisely what he needed. "Lady Kat—"
Then a cat of a different color stumbled onto the scene, rasping for Lady Pyro. Wolf blinked at the Pink Knight, rather confuddled, and then raised his hand and pointed further down the street, "She went that way."
Succinctly returning to ignoring SILE, Wolf returned his gaze to Kat and smiled at her. "Lady Kat, I...I—" He sighed, closing his eyes as the past few moments returned to him more clearly. He had practically declared war against Alec, there was good chance that Jonathan was in peril, and he had exiled Kit, one of the kingdom's most-trusted knights, if not the wisest knight he yet knew. His mind thought quickly of the country's army, the hundreds of trained soldiers they had at hand in the barracks beneath the city and hidden in the mountains behind, but nonetheless, his mind returned to Kit's absence. After all, how strong could his kingdom be if his strongest followers lost their faith in him, the king?
Wolf shook his head and looked downwards, shamed to be king.
"Lady Kat, I have made a terrible mistake."
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Post by Cyborg on Oct 18, 2008 19:17:29 GMT -5
(I'm guessing everyone`s in a building.... right?) After a long search though out the kingdom, Midknight and Shado, thanks to the help of a random passerby, found where King Wolf was said to be, he rushed into his rumored coordinates, bursting into the room. " King Wolf I have an urgent message!!" Midknight yelled.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 18, 2008 23:11:39 GMT -5
((Actually, Cyborg, we're just outside the Council Chambers, in one of the higher tiers of the city, not very far from the castle itself. It's rather much like Altador, if I had to make a quick, slightly-inaccurate description of how I envision it. Others may [read: probably do] differ.))
Luckily enough, Wolf was so consumed with Kat's presence and far too emo'd out at the moment to hear Midknight's rather inconsiderate and vastly uncouth statement (especially considering he intends to assassinate the aforesaid king), but also luckily enough, someone else happened to be within perfect hearing range.
Makeo stopped short, perking her ears and repeating the sounds she had just heard in her head. Her harried face brightened and she grinned--someone else had a message for the prince as well! If she could find him, she'd be able to find the prince all the easier!
Makeo fondled the crystal around her neck once more and then brushed her hand back through her short black hair so that her ears were clear and better able to hear the world around her once more. She spun around slowly and narrowed her eyes on a Kougra running further into the white city. Quickly, she darted after him.
"Wait," she called, her heart beating frantically. "Please, stop!"
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