"Hm. I'm not the type of person to pay attention to how other people feel. I can't see why. It'll be fine."
"I'm holding you to that," she said as the doors signaled the end of their ride. "If we die, I'll kill you." The door opened to a large circular room with a dark hallway behind it. A man sat at his desk, unblinking, obviously typing on one of the virtual reality computers. They were placed in your eyes like contacts, and they would project an image that only you could see. "How can I help you?" he asked, not looking at them,
"I need to get a holding cell for this prisoner. I was also instructed to guard the cells by a higher-up," he said with authority, glaring at the member.
The man raised an eyebrow and looked up at them. "Hm. Right. Well, I can guide her to the cell." He stood up with outstretched hands.
"I don't see why that's necessary. I am perfectly able to take her myself, but I will be taking your place after this, and if you have a problem with that then you can ask one of the supervisors." He frowned and began walking.
The man stood there, reading something on an invisible screen. Finally, he nodded. "Yes," he said. "Yes, I think I will." He turned on his heel and began to walk away.
Francis let go of Poppy and checked for cameras before pulling the small weapon he had used earlier out from his cloak. He grabbed the man in a headlock from behind, pulling the gun to the side of his head. "Actually, I disagree. What you are going to do is take me to the ambassador, and if you don't I will kill you and any family you have," he spoke quietly into the mans ear. His voice was calm. A bit too calm.
Poppy was quiet, but she bit her lip. Her gaze fell on Francis' for a moment, and if he was intuitive enough, he would be able to tell that she was feeling a large mix of emotions. Guilt, shame, and a little bit of fear. Her body was tense, and her arms were folded across her chest. She didn't like this at all. The man raised his hands, blinking heavily. At first, Poppy thought he was going to cry, but then she put two and two together. "Stop blinking, please," she instructed gently. "I need you to remove those contacts of yours now without blinking. Do not think of trying to set off an alarm." The man hesitated, and then slowly removed his contacts from his eyes. Both Poppy and Francis would now be able to see that his eyes were a watery blue. "Drop them on the ground please," she said. The man did as she asked. Poppy looked down at them for a moment and then stepped on them. There was a small pop as they were destroyed. "Thank you," she said, nodding. "Now, the ambassador, if you please." The man nodded and pointed towards the hallway with a shaky hand. "He's back there..."
Francis nodded, before shooting. The man slumped to the ground, and Francis stood tall, walking in the direction of the ambassador. He had not killed him, just knocked him out. "I hate people like that," he said, removing the cloak. Luckily, his normal clothes were underneath. "We don't need that anymore."
Poppy knelt by the man and checked his pulse. She frowned, and pulled him to the wall and sat him in an upright position. "Getting out is going to be a bit of a problem, though," she said softly, standing up and turning to him.
"It won't, because when I send a signal, our guys will send back-up to help us get out of here." He smirked. "I do like explosions, so that's on my to-do list." Spoiler Just a really quick sketch I threw together. I paid no mind to anatomy haha ;; kfsnvjknjcj
(Is that Poppy?!?) "Jesus, Francis," she said, shaking her head and following him into the hallway. "You'd think that you liked death and destruction."
(It's Avice. I was going to Poppy next, though haha. I don't know how I'll do with curly hair ^^) "I do. It's exciting. That, and it damages the enemy." He brushed back his hair and fixed his collar.
(That's so weird though, cause I was looking at it, and I was looking at the tattoos and I instantly thought of Avice, but I didn't want to say it in case it wasn't actually her. I love it. I just have to let you know, I get so excited when I see your spoiler tags. I can't wait to see what you do next.) "That's... a weird way to think," Poppy said quietly. "At least, it is to me." (Do you want to play the ambassador or should I?)
(Thank you for telling me that! I always get happy when I finish cause then I can share it. Also, I will play the ambassador.) Francis shrugged. "I suppose it may be, bu-" he was cut off by a quick voice and an arm flailing through bars. "Hello?! Are you guys here for me? Please let me out! I'll make a bargain with you!"
Poppy looked over at Francis cautiously. "We could be here for you," Poppy responded to the voice. "Or we could just be here for a tour. A little vacation of sorts. After all, this is the ultimate resort location."
The voice faltered for a moment. "I didn't know this was a joke to you! While a war is about to start, you're over here trying to say you're on vacation? Shameful! I just want to go back home, but I can't because these- these miscreants keep me here! Are you here to help or not?" Francis raised an eyebrow. "Are you the ambassador?" The man sputtered. "Am I the ambassador? How on Earth did you not know this? Surely you've seen pictures of my face on articles?"
"Not really," Poppy said bluntly. "But I can say that I have if it will make you feel better." She came in front of his cell, pushing a lock of hair out of her face to get a better look at him.
He was well kept and in his early forties. His brown hair was wild, and had a tough of gray at the temples. He stood back, crossing his arms. Francis peered in as well, then used the gun to shoot the lock. "It's him. We need to leave quickly."
