[HEADING=2]The University[/HEADING]
With the crowd now settled, the guards did their best to reinforce the defacto shelter. Fortunately, aside from the Montaigne mage, the pirates were keeping their distance from the university; which gave them plenty of time to reinforce their position. With the increased protection came a yet calmer crowd; despite the roar of cannons in the distance.
Of course, likewise with the increased security, came other problems. It wasn't long before a young blond Vendel man and an older Castillian - both dressed in their formal best and carrying guns and swords - burst from the central rooms of the university; intent on their own foolish actions. The older of the obviously noble men had an unmistakable fire in his eyes and seemed ready to kill anyone who got in his way. This wouldn't be so much of a problem were it not for the dozen or so people actively trying to prevent him from leaving. The Vendel man seemed more reluctant; apparently less used to his weapons and driven more by obligation than the elder man.
While this happened, El Vago was busy getting information from those in charge, trying not to draw the attention of anyone who might recognize her; thus far with some success. When this was done, many of the nobles broke away to return to the more pressing concerns of organizing a counter to the pirates or, in the case of many of them, hiding within the buildings.
Alejandro however remained; having spotted Alec waiting to speak with him. "Mr. Reiss; I trust you're well. I'm sorry if I must be brief; there is much to do. How can I help you?"
[HEADING=2]The Docks[/HEADING]
The bandaged man wasn't in a particularly good mood. The job itself was going quite well, but the gunman had managed to elude him, a knight was between them, and "his" goal was just out of his reach. Fortuitously, the gunman was still reloading, his goal wasn't far, and the knight... well she wasn't much of a concern. Even beneath the bandages, it was clear the bandaged man was smiling.
The man moved into a guarded stance with one sword at the ready then tossed one of his blades into the air. The moment it left his hand, the bandaged man pulled a small object from his sleeve with his now free hand and tossed in Rose and Renault's direction. He then caught the blade, spun to face Surfan, and charged the Yael user. The moment he did, the small object - a strange red sphere cracked; releasing a bright flash of light and explosive sound.
The moment he reached Surfan, he swung his blades down, screaming "Die boy!"
[HEADING=2]Ship[/HEADING]
As Reyes moved about the bottom deck, it quickly became clear the woman wasn't in any of the cells. While each of the cells had people within - whether disobedient pirates or captured Castillian's was not immediately clear. However, before he could move up to the next deck in search of more possible locations, he could hear a familiar voice two or three decks above speak. "I don't suppose any of you could tell me where the toilets are?"
The source of the voice of course had her own problems. Before her were a number of pirates, each looking slightly confused but more than well armed enough to pose a threat. Among them however was a particularly confused looking Montaigne man with distinctly red hands. He took one look at the fellow Porte mage, frowned, and took off further into the ship.
With the crowd now settled, the guards did their best to reinforce the defacto shelter. Fortunately, aside from the Montaigne mage, the pirates were keeping their distance from the university; which gave them plenty of time to reinforce their position. With the increased protection came a yet calmer crowd; despite the roar of cannons in the distance.
Of course, likewise with the increased security, came other problems. It wasn't long before a young blond Vendel man and an older Castillian - both dressed in their formal best and carrying guns and swords - burst from the central rooms of the university; intent on their own foolish actions. The older of the obviously noble men had an unmistakable fire in his eyes and seemed ready to kill anyone who got in his way. This wouldn't be so much of a problem were it not for the dozen or so people actively trying to prevent him from leaving. The Vendel man seemed more reluctant; apparently less used to his weapons and driven more by obligation than the elder man.
While this happened, El Vago was busy getting information from those in charge, trying not to draw the attention of anyone who might recognize her; thus far with some success. When this was done, many of the nobles broke away to return to the more pressing concerns of organizing a counter to the pirates or, in the case of many of them, hiding within the buildings.
Alejandro however remained; having spotted Alec waiting to speak with him. "Mr. Reiss; I trust you're well. I'm sorry if I must be brief; there is much to do. How can I help you?"
[HEADING=2]The Docks[/HEADING]
The bandaged man wasn't in a particularly good mood. The job itself was going quite well, but the gunman had managed to elude him, a knight was between them, and "his" goal was just out of his reach. Fortuitously, the gunman was still reloading, his goal wasn't far, and the knight... well she wasn't much of a concern. Even beneath the bandages, it was clear the bandaged man was smiling.
The man moved into a guarded stance with one sword at the ready then tossed one of his blades into the air. The moment it left his hand, the bandaged man pulled a small object from his sleeve with his now free hand and tossed in Rose and Renault's direction. He then caught the blade, spun to face Surfan, and charged the Yael user. The moment he did, the small object - a strange red sphere cracked; releasing a bright flash of light and explosive sound.
The moment he reached Surfan, he swung his blades down, screaming "Die boy!"
[HEADING=2]Ship[/HEADING]
As Reyes moved about the bottom deck, it quickly became clear the woman wasn't in any of the cells. While each of the cells had people within - whether disobedient pirates or captured Castillian's was not immediately clear. However, before he could move up to the next deck in search of more possible locations, he could hear a familiar voice two or three decks above speak. "I don't suppose any of you could tell me where the toilets are?"
The source of the voice of course had her own problems. Before her were a number of pirates, each looking slightly confused but more than well armed enough to pose a threat. Among them however was a particularly confused looking Montaigne man with distinctly red hands. He took one look at the fellow Porte mage, frowned, and took off further into the ship.