Cyrus Kincaid
Reaper of the Revolution It had been several minutes since Avery had blown a hole in the castle and as a result dozens upon dozens of guards had rushed towards the area, forcing Cyrus and Avery to move deeper into the castle. The two padded around quietly, careful to avoid patrols of frantic guards as they attempted to not only remove the rubble but find the source of the explosion. The air about the castle was frantic and as Cyrus made his way through the walls he was a bit unsure of how to proceed. He had no way of directly contacting Raul and the Drumlins and it was still a bit early to their planned contact point, but there was no way he was getting Avery out of this castle without some cover fire. As the two made their way deeper into the castle and away from the rubble, they came upon a set of stairs, one going up and the other continuing down. Wanna flip for it? Avery asked with a slight smile on her lips. Hmm, no we'll go up. Cyrus said as he began taking the stairs upwards. Jeez what bit you in the ass? Not as much fun once you've been thrown twenty feet against a wall, huh? No, Cyrus said, shaking his head, I'm just thinking. We need a way to get in contact with my...associates. Surprisingly, Avery didn't really have anything to say to that, so the two continued up the tower steps in silence. Finally they arrived at a landing with several doors in a circular fashion. Cyrus tried one and Avery another, his was locked but hers proved to be open and the two ducked in, closing the door behind them. The room they found themselves in was a lavish bedroom filled with pinks, whites and purples. Princess's room? Avery shook her head, King doesn't have a daughter, not that I know of anyway. Concubine's then. Cyrus walked about the room, noticing the mirror and massive bed. Avery lay down promptly and seemed to envelope herself in the silk comforter and elegant blanket. Looking out the window, Cyrus had a clear view of the mountain range the Drumlins had taken him up when they were scouting out the castle earlier. This tower faced directly to the front of the castle and with about a hundred foot drop, though there was a walkway about thirty feet down. Cyrus frowned and then walked over to the mirror before lifting Crow and shattering the mirror in a single swipe. What the f- Avery exclaimed, sitting up, but Cyrus hardly even heard her. Gingerly he reached down and picked a shard of glass from the pool of pieces. Back at the window now he reflected the sun off the mirror and towards the mountains, using code to transmit an S.O.S. as was customary of the Revolutionary Army. For a long moment Cyrus waited, worried that this had been for naught and they truly were trapped. Perhaps the Drumlins had been unnerved and abandoned the mission. Then, just as he was about to hold the mirror out again, a single flash of light exploded on the mountain side and just as quickly as it came, it was gone. What are you doing? What's going on? Avery asked, now joining Cyrus at the window. I'm calling in backup. OOC: Words: 560/2400 |