The Runaways




Theard 2 brothers!!! :gun:


Rules:

No God modding.
No breaking out before I say so.
No spam.
No more sheets
I am Jesus so what I say goes




Story info:

Alkatroz Prison: A place full of every mean and evil criminal known to the good people of Cyrodiil. Built from materials scavenged from the ruins of Kvatch, it resembles an animal pound for humans. The lucky prisoners stay until they've all served their time.... others are chosen to be put down.

The Elder Council: Since the oblivion crisis, the Council has become greedy and corrupted. They've been taking money from the citizens of the Imperial City and are hoarding it, in case the empire has to "reclaim" any provinces that decide to secede.

Black Inc.: A mysterious organzation hiring desperate prisoners as errand boys. They seem somewhat interested in changing history, though how is yet to be seen.

The Bounty hunters: A small group of mercs hired by the mean and greedy warden, they all want the large bounty thats been place on our head and they'll stop at nothing to have it.

The Runaways (us): The runaway prisoners are caught in a struggle between the empire and Black Inc. We may end up doing unspeakable deeds for a dark criminal society, while discovering the true nature of the Elder Council's plot and their recent irrational decisions. For us, being wanted men is just the beginning.





Prolouge:

"After the Oblivion Crisis, crime skyrocketed in Cyrodiil. While the empire was busy licking its wounds, the greatest criminal organizations in Tamriel decided to take the opportunity to squeeze all they could out of the good people of the empire. And so, all the scum and lowlifes grew rich, powerful, and greedy. Murders and thefts could be spotted all throughout Cyrodiil, and although the Imperial Guard worked tirelessly, they found it nearly impossible to fit the all the convicted felons into the Imperial dungeons. After a long debate in which no solutions seemed viable, the Elder Council decided to create a new prison, built to maximize capacity with minimal cost. Thus Alkatroz was born: a soon infamous and dark place, right on the ruins of what was once Kvatch. All manner of criminals are being sent here: from the most heinous of murderers to the pettiest of thieves. This is where you have just found your new home.... but for how long?"




Introduction:
You have all just arrived at one of the toughest prisons in Tamriel. Upon your arrival, you are delivered a mysterious letter, the guardsmen grudgingly giving you the sealed contents. The only thing you can discern from the outside of the envelope is the symbol on the seal: a sword ripping through a book. In the top right corner, the symbol is repeated, the dark ink reading with the authority of fate itself:

"Dear Prisoner,

Loyalty is far more valuable to me than gold, and freedom can be bought with both. Meet us in the yard at midnight.


Yours truly,
Black Inc."

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OOC: Anyways guys feel free to go ahead and post. We won't be fighting anything for awhile so this is the time to relax and stretch those muscles.


Edit: I'm also thinking of posting a bit more of the story up. Not our story but the story of whats goin on around the elder council and what Black Inc. gots to do with the high rise in crime. Maybe during chapter 4 or I'll do it at the start of 5.

Edit in later.

Saul had awoken in what it seemed to be a dark, damp cellar, he got up shaking his head, he reaches for his sword but its not there, he reaches for his crossbow but it isnt there, everything had been taken from him, everything, his flesh wound on his shoulder stopped bleeding, but it still hurt, Saul inhales to breathe put drops to the ground coughing, he throws up water, some food he had eaten before the riot broke out, then he coughs up the black sand or dust he breathed in, he got up and looked around, he seen a table with a letter over the far corner of the cellar, he walked over but he had sensed a cold pressence, he looked back and seen what looked to be 2 invisible figures that cast a chameleon spell on themselves, he looked around then picked up the letter, out of nowhere his sight goes black, a hooded figure had put a burlap sack over his face and the second hooded figure cuffed Sauls hands with a chain.

Screaming in horror they are dragging Saul into the hallway, Saul gets up, he kicks one of the hooded figures and tackles another one, soon enough four hooded figures stop him and drag him into a room, they set Saul down on a chair and tie his arms and legs to the chair, he yells then one of the hooded men punches him in the stomach, he stops yelling but trying to move his legs but cant, he regains his sight when one of the men take the burlap sack off his face, in a small room with bars and a table and chair, with 4 torches burning around the room. Saul soon thought it was the Elder Council interrogating him for treason and helping runnaway fugatives.

"Who sent you here?!!" the hooded man boldy asked without showing a sign of peace
"No one did... i followed the prisoners... i went into some black sand then i fell asleep and woke up here... nobody sent me, who are you?" Saul said
"Hes lying, shock him!" said the Hooded man again

An argonian looking figure wearing black robes approached Saul and touched him, he soon felt one hundred bolts of electricity rushing through his body, screaming in agony it stops

"Who sent you?!! the Elder Council? the dark brotherhood? the Morag Tong? did the house of telvanni send you???" the man asked again, so many questions and to a man who knows nothing
"Nobody sent me..." Saul said again
"Liar! who sent you, tell me everything you know! NOW!" the man yelled

Saul was shocked again and he screamed louder, what torture he thought, he lifted his head up and spoke

"My name is Saul Oakenfield... im 42 years of age, as you can see im an imperial, i was a mercanary turned guard when i was hired to help guard Alkotroz prison, i was there overall for almost a year i believe, i was born in the imperial city... last night, around the afternoon, riot had broken out between guards and prisoners alike, the warden caused the destruction of Alkotroz and many of my friends died... when my friend got killed i saw it was by the evil clutches of that warden, so i quit, right there... i walked out, letting out prisoners who didnt make the riot and were still in there cells, when the riot had settled down the prisoners started coming back, me and some other guards were hold up in an escape route that caved in, i was only one that made it out of the shaft, after a while i ran into these prisoners, i left shortly to get some prisoners to help me escape, i ran into a man named Malak, he was wearing those same robes... he died in the sewers when a man named Thomas appeared, a khajiit... i dont know his name but he was wearing the same robes, this Thomas had killed him, when the battle was over Malak was floating in the sewer water, when we reached a chamber, we got attacked by this monster... we managed to kill that, when we made it outside, their intentions were to leave me, i saw black sand and i assumed it was an arcway to wherever we are right now, i breathe in the sand and i fell asleep... and now i woke up in your cellar, and you guys are interrogated me! for no apparent reason cuz i am no spy... nobody sent me, i came on my own choice along with the prisoners..." Saul spoke

The hooded man unhooded himself and he was a tall Altmer with hazel eyes.
"Mhm hmm...... Hes lying, shock him!" he thought then told the Argonian to shock him.

Saul again screamed in pain and his head dropped on the table, he breathed then looked back up.

"Get Thomas in here, lets see if this story clears up... in the meantime keep shocking him" he ordered his men, as he walked out they locked the door behind them, only 4 men stayed in along with the argonian interogater, everytime Saul had collected himself he'd get shocked again, and again, his screams could be heard throughout the halls, loud and painful, but he must endure the pain.

OOC: Damn why aren't you guys posting

OCC: message them, tell them the new thread is up

OOC: Yeah I'll do that.

IC:

Cyrus shook his head at these two. He was not going to enjoy the next few seconds.

"Well then seeing as you all are giving me blank stares I'm gonna go ahead and take you in." Wud-Ne then unlocked the cell door and swung it wide open. The prisoner could only stand there in shock.

"Well come on now. Or if you refuse I guess I could drag you by your neck collar" The Argonian waved for everyone to stand up in follow him. Cyrus who wasn't taking any chances obeyed Wud-Ne with a faint smile. The group of prisoners were then dragged down an empty and dark hallway, only to be led by a large case of stairs with a small amount of light poking through. The argonian Wud-Ne then kicked open the door and a huge beam of light burst out.

As the prisoners walked through the door their face dropped in surprise. They came to a very large room that was surrounded by books... shelves and shelves of books. Overhead was a giant glass ceiling used the sun to light up the entire room.

The room was big, and it was bigger than any room that Cyrus had seen.

"Welcome to the library." Wud-Ne said. "This is the section where we gain as much knowledge as we possibly can. It contains every known book in Tamerial." Wud-Ne said pointing around.

Wud-Ne then led the prisoners through the hallway and into another giant room. Only this time if was full of people, tons of people all eating in one place. "Here is the cafeteria. This is where are members eat after a mission. Killing can really make a person hungry you know." Wud-Ne said as they walked through cafeteria identical to the library and full of maybe 200 people. The cafeteria was full of happy and hungry murders and the prisoners had to put their fingers in their ears to help drown out the muttering of all the prisoners across the cafeteria.

Cyrus then turned to Wud-Ne. "Hey where are we going?!?" Cyrus yelled through the noisy cafeteria.

Wud-Ne then turned around to Cyrus. "Not much farther redguard. Just down the hall, we're heading to the masters office. There you'll know everything you need to know." Wud-Ne replied. "Come on now. Not much farther."

The group was then led out of the cafeteria and down a long hallway. There at the end a large door stood before the prisoners.

"Well then, just walk on in." Wud-Ne said before turning around and leaving.

"But wait aren't you going to walk us in?" Cyrus yelled back to the argonian.

"It's a door, figure it out yourself!" Wud-Ne yelled back nasty like.

Cyrus then put his hand on one of the doors golden handles and opened it up. The group then walked inside.?

Qash and Lin silently followed the agents, becoming rather impressed as they entered the library....but trying not to show it.

As Wud-Ne mentioned the size of the library, Urdlin nudged Qash and pointed towards one of the shelves, "Every book, eh?" Lin asked. Qa'shirr snickered as he realized Lin was pointing at a row of scripts for Curio plays.

Moving on, they entered the cafeteria, smelling all kinds of delicious things. "Killing can really make a person hungry you know." The argonian mentioned. Qash nodded in agreement, "Indeed..." He began to realize he had missed breakfast. Urdlin didn't say anything, he was simply contemplating what might happen if someone accidentally spilled poison into the food supply.

Urdlin's attention was caught by mention of the 'Master'. "Perfect," He muttered, "Now we'll finally get to meet this meddlesome figurehead in person."

"Maybe he'll be short, like the prison warden." Qash chuckled.

Lin sighed, "Can we not talk about the prison?"

The two stood next to the door at the end of the hallway. After Wud-Ne chided Cyrus for not simply opening the door, Lin stepped past and opened it himself. "You ask a lot of questions, Redguard." He pointed out.

OOC: I've just thought, you might want to make more options than being an assassin, since that won't fit with some characters. I'm guessing you have a master plan\plot so I'm probably worrying for no reason.


At the bottom of a pile of prisoners wasn't a good time to be at the best of times, but when recovering from a fight with several armed guards in a riot, seeing someone who was the closest she had to a friend die and being taken to the headquarters of a group she was trying to avoid joining, it was quite possibly the most painful experience in Aria's life. And to add to the list, the Black Inc. people hadn't bothered to remove the neck collar that all prisoners wore, or the ankle bracers that marked her out as a traitor to the empire.

Now a guard had come to get them, and on one side the Dark elf wasn't now at the bottom of a heavy pile. On the other side, they were taking a flipping guided tour around a guild hall and she had just been told that the jobs on the list considered applicants that were good at killing.

"Err...I'm not actually a killer. Do you offer other jobs?"

Saul lay in the chair tied still, the pain of electricity coursing through his body had left his mind and body strain.

"Look... nobody sent me... i came along with this Thomas character and a lot of prisoners... no one sent me, i came cuz i didnt want to be left behind, i already got a flesh wound on my shoulder as it is, please dont kill me... im just looking for a job or join Black Inc." Saul said
"Really... hold please" the Imperial black inc. guard said, him and the other 3 guards walk out

"I think hes telling the truth" the argonian said
"Maybe so... but maybe hes a spy, sent here, he might of have hired to kill us all after what we did to one of the councilors" the imperial said
"Wheres the Altmer... shoot i forgot his name, go and find him argonian!" the other imperial said
"Lets get back to this spy..." the female bosmer said

"Guys you got to believe me im telling the truth!" Saul spoke
"Shock him..." the imperial said

the Bosmer women walks up to Saul and shocks him, hearing his scream of pain, louder and longer

After some grumbling on his part, Raves was roused and prodded into going along with the rest of the group as they were led through a corridor that was like any other prison hallway.

He perked up, though, when they were led into a library.

The young Dunmer had grown up in a bookstore, and, while he had detested the meticulous way his parents had demanded he treat the merchandise--including the regular duties of cleaning and re-binding--Raves had always had a secret soft spot for books. It was from books, after all, that he'd first picked up his little tricks, and books that had kept him company during various groundings growing up. There was use in knowledge.

"Welcome to the library," said their guide. "This is the section where we gain as much knowledge as we possibly can. It contains every known book in Tamriel."

Raves couldn't help but snort a laugh at that, even as his eyes drank in the sight of row upon row of bookshelves. He deeply doubted that particular boast. His parents had prided themselves in keeping stock of a variety of rare books, but there were simply some that were impossible to find, no matter who you knew. He doubted even a small army of super-assassins like these could get their hands on every book in Tamriel.

The red-scaled Argonian led them onward, and Raves realized that they weren't being marched to their doom... they were being given a tour. One does not give death-row inmates a tour of the prison. "Here is the cafeteria. This is where are members eat after a mission. Killing can really make a person hungry you know."

Hey, now, was that a sense of humor? A morbid one perhaps, but, at this point, Raves would take what he could get.

They passed through the cafeteria, and headed down another dark hallway. One that, now that Raves thought about it, was probably kept at such low lighting purely for effect. Perhaps these people weren't so scary and inhuman after all... he was starting to get inside their heads, and that got his inner con artist going.

The Argonian dropped them off at a heavy door that he claimed belonged to the "master's office."

"Err...I'm not actually a killer," said the Dunmer girl that Raves had first seen in the sewer. "Do you offer other jobs?" Raves decided he liked her.

He shared her sentiment, but he figured shouting it at the retreating Argonian wouldn't do much good; the Argonian was just following orders, most likely. Maybe, if he was feeling gutsy, he could take it up with the big kahuna himself, since that was where they were going anyway. With another Illusionist in the group, maybe they'd have the chance to spin a little mindplay, and negotiate a better deal than the one that was likely coming. A trickster, thief, and con artist, Raves was... but a killer he was not, and never intended to be.

It wasn't like he had much to lose for trying, anyway.

OOC: Queen of giant rats im gonna go ahead and say you said your question in the masters office. Also I'm going to change a few things about the story and what black inc. is. So whatever I have wrote about them so far is to be considered non cannon. Everything I'm writing right now has nothing to do with what I had in previous posts.

As the group stepped inside they were quite surprised to the amount of light that was allowed into the room. Once again a giant window on the back wall served as the lighting for the whole room, though there was no glass ceiling the prisoners could still see quite well in the daytime. It seemed weird that a guild that prided so much in blackness seemed to enjoy light so much. The office itself was an oval shape and was quite average for an office. Desk, books, shelves pretty much the usual.

Though the prisoners were quite surprised when they saw a very old man who was busy writing something down on his desk. The man looked up for a moment as he notice the prisoners walk in.

"Oh my my. Sorry I didn't see you there." the man said in a rough voice with his wrinkly face and his snow white hair. He looked like he was about 70 years old, but moved like he was in his 50's for he got up with quite ease from his desk. He then let out a small laugh as he looked at the prisoners and spoke. "Heh you know at first I thought this Alkatroz business was just going to slow down our recruit progress. But I see you men being alive and well seems to have proven me wrong."

Cyrus felt an uneasy vibe from the old man. He could sense this man was more powerful than anyone they had seen.

"Who are you?" Cyrus asked the old man.

The man then turned towards Cyrus and spoke. "I'm the book master. I run things around here, and you group of men are our newest recruits. I want to welcome all of you to Black Inc.'s guild hall." The old man replied.

"Err I'm not a killer. Do you offer other jobs?" Aria asked the Book Master.

The book master starred at the girl for a few moments before bursting out into a fit of laughter. "ha ha ha. Who said you would get to kill anyone!" The book master said through a fit of laughter.

Cyrus grew puzzled. "B?.but I thought you guys were an assassins guild?" Cyrus questioned.

"Yes some of our members are. But not you, I would never risk an assassination target with you guys. I think you guys must have been misinformed by the job application. You group of misfits are just worthless errand boys for our guild." The book master replied.

"Errand boys!!!!" Cyrus yelled in anger. "This is an insult!"

The book master shook his head. "You are all to cocky and have little discipline. We've been hiring small time criminals like yourselves for a long time now. You can't professionally kill a politician publicly in front of hundreds of people, you would be killed."

Name: Larry Wall
Nickname: Larry
Age: 25
Race: Imperial
Birthsign: Steed
Class: Spy/Petty Theft


Weapons: N/A, his throwing knives were taken from him when he was arrested.
Clothes: Tattered tan coloured cloth shirt, rough dark blue cloth trousers and leather shoes.
Skills: Throwing weapons, sneak, athletic, acrobatics, speechcraft and security.

Weaknesses: He's no martial artist, Larry has never been trained in the art of combat or magic. His only combat skill would be his throwing knives and that limits him to about 20 feet.

Appearance: http://img259.imageshack.us/img259/8996/larryua2.jpg Larry isn't tall, standing at 5 feet, 10 inches he's of normal height. His body is fairly well built, composing of a strong muscle tone and a lean figure. He has no real outstanding feature which makes his job easier in many respects. However, his eyes are of a striking green which contrasts to his somewhat dull, yet relatively handsome face.

Why you're in Jail: Larry has led a life of crime, but he was charged for 32 acts of theft, 12 acts of assault, 12 acts of drug
trafficing and has resisted arrest on 3 occassions. (Obviously escaping on the first 2 times.) Luckily for him the government has
yet to find out about his acts of theft against the military and how he worked for various criminal organisations.

Personality: Larry is fairly protective of his past and of his current state of affairs. He doesn't like revealing anything that
could come back to harm him yet isn't rude enough to stop talking about a subject once he is on the topic. Not naturally aggressive - he prefers to stand back and let the others do all the fighting or taking all the glory for his actions. Aslong as he lives - He's happy. Currently, he's quite content with prison life yet still wants to become free again.

Bio/History: As a child, he was born into a family of drug dealers. His father owned a lucrative business in Leyawiin and his mother ran a brothel. Together they were one of the richest people in the town until Larry's father was murdered by a rival drug
dealer. This sent Larry's mother into a life of drug addiction which he eventually died from leaving Larry all alone. At the age of 12 he began to live with his fathers friends and eventually began to smuggle drugs in and out of the city. It wasn't a pretty business and on many occassions he was almost caught by either rival gangs or the city guard. But Larry wasn't bothered, he was living well - He had his own home, friends who respected him and enemies that feared him.

However, his safehouse had been raided by the city guard and all his friends were jailed. Larry knew it was time to leave the city and was able to escape. For 6 years he began to work for various organisations where he would spy on members of the government or steal from military warehouses. The work paid well but not nearly what he was used to. It was also very difficult to find friends that lived long enough for Larry to get to know them. In these few years between jail he drifted from syndicate to gang, and from gang to organisation. Eventually he was caught and placed in prison without the intention of letting him free.

ic:

Larry was midly impressed as he walked through the halls of the Black Inc base, it certainly seemed quite different compared to the cell he was in earlier, it made him feel cautious, he didn't like organisations that hid secrets like that. But, either way, there was proof in the cantina that people actually survived their missions which was a big boost to Larry's opinion of Black Inc. Atleast now they were looking like a proper group rather than a bunch of ragtag mercs for hire.

The question about killing people was also on Larry's mind, he could kill depending on the situation, and he found he rarely thought about those he had killed, but he didn't like it, it seemed dirty and wrong on several levels - Nothing he'd like to do. He was more of a subtle theif, only using his throwing knives in self defence. When I finally aquire a set. he thought, the idea of finding weapons distracted him for a moment and it took Cyrus's shouts to wake him up from it, Errand boys? Suits me fine. he smiled at the idea of safe but paid work, it was a darn sight better than what he thought they'd get up to.

"I wouldn't call all of us 'small time criminals'. Alot of us have plenty of skill under our belts, if there's room for advancement, I'd like to take the test - Or whatever it is you do to advance your members." He spoke out, the idea of money was a promising idea, the more of it, the better. And maybe it'd be fun, maybe he'd actually have to steal something big; maybe he'd go quite far in Black Inc. T'was worth the risk at any rate.

The book master looked at the group quite sternly now. "I am now going to accept you as members of our order. I welcome you all to the Black Inc." The book master said dramaticly before getting quite serious again. "Now at this point I would usually tell you all to get out of my office. But no, I have special plans for you all." The book master then walked over to the group and starred them all in the eye. Moving his head from one face to another to make sure he got all of their attention. "Thomas told me about what happened in the sewers. I've never head some teamwork out of a group of people who had just met each other. Therefore I am putting you all together into a team, from today forth you are all partners." The book master announced. "You will be a small group of Black Inc. errand boys that we shall call the Runaways."

Cyrus was stunned at this news. These fellows he had just met only hours ago were now his partners. But then he saw the Book Master turn to Cyrus, "And Cyrus I am making you the leader." The book Master said.

"Why me" asked Cyrus.

"My outside sources have told me you served in the Navy. I feel you may have more leadership than anyone else in this room." The Book Master then began to shake his head. "Now my friends, I ask you to leave now. I will send for you when the time comes. Oh and go down to the dungeons for me, tell the men down there that they can release Saul now. Now please leave me." The book master said pointing to the door.

The group then obeyed the Book Master and exited out the door. While they stood around outside Cyrus pulled his men into a circle with a very serious expression on his face.

"Are you guys insane we can't listen to this man, he's crazy." Cyrus said in a quiet whisper. "I mean come on put two and two together. This man is obiviosley up to something dangerous with his base full of murderes and the political assassinations he makes. It seems to me like this guy is trying to destroy tamerials government!!!"

Saul still sat in the chair, electricuted numerous times, the Black Inc. guards were suprised Saul was still alive.

"Please no more... go get my friends... Cyrus... Larry... Raves... Thomas... please..." Saul said again|
"Before he dies go get the Book Master and his so-called friends, respect his last wish" the Black Inc. Guard told the Nordic man
"Give him some more shock, maybe he'll wake up" the Imperial said again

The Argonian pressed his hands on Saul and gave him another shock of electricity

Saul screamed in horror, hoping the runnaway prisoners and this 'book master' would show up before he dies, he surely thinks hes going to die, but maybe they have plans for him until his friends show up

OOC: Hey guys I need at least one person to respond to me so we can move on, okay?

"Cyrus..." Urdlin whispered back to him, putting an arm over his shoulder, "Cyrus, Cyrus....when did me or my Khajiiti compatriot here ever agree to any of this? We didn't. But these people seem to have assumed that we have joined them, which means for a very brief time they will regard us as allies. Eventually, they will send us out to do errands. And when they do we will be free to go off and partake in whatever activities, legal or otherwise, that we wish. With no obligation to return whatsoever. So for now we can play their insipid games, and when we escape they won't care because, as the scruffy old Bookmaster said, we're not important. Just errand boys. No one will miss us."

Urdlin let him go and announced rather loudly, "Ah yes, good idea, Cyrus! Let us now proceed into the dungeons and see to releasing Saul! Who is our friend!"

Cyrus shook his head. "Are you crazy. These guys are assassins, they'll know somethings up if we defect. Even if they don't need us they probably don't want us going around spreading who Black Inc. is." Cyrus said. "And you've seen what they did to Ri'soga. I doubt they treat new recruits as reliable allies."

ooc: Just a heads up, I posted a question to the "master" and actually was kinda hoping it'd get answered. =/

OOC: Your post is more a comment than a question.

The argonian pressed another shock of electricity at saul. This one more worse than the others.

"Okay you have one last chance to tell us what we wanna know, or the next shock is gonna be deadly." The argonian said meanly. But before Saul could say another word Cyrus and his friends burst forth through the door.

"Hey put that lightning spell down, he's with us now." Cyrus said pointing at the torturers.

"Yeah, says who?" The argonian asked.

"The book master!!" Cyrus yelled.

"Ha, he never said anything to me. Now if you'll excuse me I have a prisoner to kill." The argonian said ignoring Cyrus's request. The argonian then began to charge up another blast of lightning as he pressed it against Sauls head. It was pretty much over for Saul now, he would dead in a few moments. But before he felt the giant surge of electricity go through his body the argonian suddenly fell to the floor. Cyrus had just punched the argonian right in the face, and the lizard laid knocked cold on the ground. The other three Black inc. guards stood in shock and awe for a moment, but before they could lift a finger Cyrus grabbed a stray piece of ply board he found laying on the ground and whacked each of them on the heads with it. All the guards fell to the ground simultaneously.

"There you go Saul, now lets get out of here man!!!" Cyrus said unlocking Saul's chains.

Urdlin pondered the situation for a moment with his hand on his chin, then nodded with satisfaction, "I would have made more use of subtlety, but I'll say this Cyrus: You really know how to run an errand."

Saul got up and walked over to Cyrus

"Thank you man, thank god its over.... ugh.... your a true friend... im glad you saved me! i would have been dead by now..." Saul said, he hugged Cyrus for a long time while crying his hardest from the pain
he walks out of the room, looking for a door to find his equipment, while crying he charges himself through a door and breaks it down with his body, in the room he gets up and finds his equipment, he wipes the tears off his face

Larry sighed a very long sigh, it was a sigh that he took particular care to make sure it was known that he was sighing, for he didn't like what was going on.

For a start, Cyrus had been made leader of him, Larry didn't like that, secondly.. His question had gone unanswered, the idea of not rising through the ranks, well, he didn't like that either, and thirdly - He'd have to work with people he didn't trust even if it was just picking a local news report. All in all, the situation was grim.

He looked to Raves, possibly the only person he could trust right now, and that was just going off of gut feeling, afterall, he couldn't remember actually talking to the man for any length of time and had only heard his name in passing. He turned to Cyrus again, his face obviously showing his displeasure with having to be lead by him.