Keeper of the Lost Cities (RP) discussion

Residence : Shocken

Try to imagine it with wires all over the place and sparks flying from the house. The Hunt's live by the mountains too with a small stream coming from the peaks.

Sader had to run up the stairs and get his gadgets. He only hoped he wasn't too late.

Sader spun around. "You've got to be kidding me," He walked down the stairs. "You should not be here." He said, with a s much urgency as he could muster.

Sader took out an obscurer and activated it. "Just stay here and hide please. You don't want to be here."

"I'm being serious," Sader gave the obscurer to the girl and gave her an urging look. "Do not make a sound."

"Sure. Just stay put." Sader said.
He really didn't need this right now. They would be here any minute.

((G2G))

"What?" Sader whispered to the closet.
What did she want know? Did she no know that the figures could be here any minute? No, she probably didn't which meant that Sader had to protect her and he really did not like it.

Sader sighed and fished out his bandanna. "Here use this and put pressure on it." He opened the door and handed it to her.

"You sure know how to keep us waiting." Three cloaked figures appeared in front of Sader.
The figure in the middle pulled back it's good and revealed a face he knew too well from Foxfire.
It was Freea. She smirked. "Did you miss me?"

Freea held out her hand from her black sleeve. "Where are they?"

Sader rummaged through his bag and grabbed the gadgets he was working on. "I do have these."
He handed them to Freea.
"Aren't you suppose to be in Exillium?"

Freea studied the objects closely then handed them to the others.
"They let us have free time now. Besides, the Neverseen said I could pick up whatever useful junk you have available."

So that's what they were calling themselves. The Neverseen. They nailed the name cause Sader ever saw them.
He clenched his fists. "They're not junk."

Freea shrugged. "They're becoming more and more pathetic now more than ever. Something on your mind?"

Sader blushed and looked away. "No."

"Good because if there was," Freea leaned in closer to Sader. "We'll find out and we'll make sure you'll never see them again. Understood?"

"Yes." Sader mumbled.
One day he was going to make sure the Neverseen pay for what they were doing.

"I think we got what we came for." Freea gestured for the others to get up. "Have the next order ready when we get back."
With that, she held up her pathfinder and leaped away.

"None of your business." Sader growled.
The less she knew about the situation; the safer she would be.

Sader plopped down on a wooden chair and rested his elbows on his knees. "And that's how it will stay. The less you know, the better you'll be," He stared out the window and sighed. "Don't you think you should head home now?"

Sader continued to stare out the window. "The Councilors, huh?"

Sader rushed over. "Don't. Touch. That."
The girl was incredibly close to launching the house's defensive mechanism and she really shouldn't want to find out.

"This whole house will blow up if you touch it!" Sader yelled.
He walked back over to the chair and ran his fingers through his hair.

"Just in case someone attempts to break into the house," Sader said. "Besides, my whole family is protected from the explosion whereas the intruders . . . well, let's just say they won't have a happy ending."

"Just looking, don't touch anything okay?" Sader asked, rubbing his forehead.

"By touching, you can get yourself killed." Sader reminded her.
He bent down and produced a black cube. "See this? It modifies all sound to anyone but the user. The user can distract whoever'S trying to hunt them down for example."

"That's because I never gave it and I don't plan to either." Sader said, stuffing the cube in his satchel.

Sader smiled. "Fair enough. Now. Let's get you home."

Sader sighed. "How long are the parties?"
He wanted to get rid of the girl as fast as possible but if she really didn't want to be at home . . . he supposed that she could stay here for a while.

"So I'm guessing hours and hours then. Correct?" Sader raised an eyebrow.

"Your folks must be having some party," Sader noticed her reaction and frowned. "The worse for what?"

Sader shrugged. "Never really seen any."

"Again, don't see musicals." Sader said.
He fumbled with his gadgets as she spoke.

"If you give that back, I'll see it." Sader said, sighing.

"Deal." Sader replied, snatching his gadget back.

((Haha. I thought as much. :D))

((I love your profile picture! It's super cool!!!))

Sader slowly smiled as he listened to the music. "It's good."

"I can help you with that. If you want." Sader quickly said.
He might as well help her to pass the time by.

"Just hand it over and I can adjust it so it sounds better." Sader smiled, holding out his hand.

Sader made some new adjustments. He amplified the sound as he whistled.
"There. It should work better now."

Sader grinned. "Glad I could help."
He glanced a clock having from the electric wall and sighed. "My folks should be here soon. If they come before say we're working on a project for school."

((Super sorry it took me so long to respond back. :( ))

"You're welcome. You said your parents usually had parties for days, correct?" Sader raised an eyebrow.

"Sounds like you need a place to stay," Sader bowed. "I'd be happy to have you here Miss . . .?"

"Only if you do the same." Sader said, crossing his arms.

"First of all, you would try to little bits and second, I haven't developed a taste in music so I can't say if you will destroy my ears." Sader sighed. "Very well, my name is Sader Hunt."

Valli. That was her name.
Sader shook it. "A pleasure."

Sader rubbed his neck. "I'm sorry Valli, but I can't tell you that. The less you know about me, the better off you'll be."

"Sorry but you haven't exactly proved to me that you are trustworthy." Sader shook his head.

"I'm being serious. For all I know, you could be someone who was sent to spy on me!" Sader through up his arms in the air.

"Hey, I'm sorry," Sader ran a hand through his hair. "It's just that I trusted someone once and I'm not sure I can trust again."

"I guess," Sader held out his hand and gave a small smile. "It was nice meeting you though."

"Okay. See you later!" Sader said.

((Don't know . . . maybe they meet up in school? Or are you totally done with Sader?))

((Where should they meet?))

((What Hall is free?))

((Looks like Hall 3 is free. Do you want to start first?))