The Rogues (RP Thread)- HTTYD/Criminal RP (closed)
"Hi, I'm Copperblaze," she answered. "Sorry, it's just that you startled me a bit. It's usually so quiet in here, and then I hear a loud clanging noise and you're throwing yourself against the wall. I wasn't really sure what was going on until I saw your chains. You a maximum-security prisoner or something?" she joked, laughing a little.
"Maximum security prisoner? Ha.. I just might be. Not that I`ve ever been taken prisoner before.... But, if you want to call me that, I suppose that works. Most of the time they just call me 'traitor'."
Paz looked up at Skari through the bars before answering bluntly, "Name's Paz."
At that point someone had started a ruckus with the guards a little farther down the hall. Paz peeked out to see a girl with her wrists wrapped in chains agitating the guards.
'What is she doing! He's gonna-'
Paz cut off her thoughts when a sword went straight towards her.
'- do that.'
But when Paz dared to look back, all that she saw was the guard walking away annoyed and the girl rubbing her wrists.
'Okay, that was actually kinda smart. kinda.'
After the conversation took place between the other three, Paz made a mental note:
'Okay, the lovestruck Berkian is Copperblaze, the theif is Skari, and the traitor is Sylvan. Talk about good company.'
'Well, if we're gonna be like that, then you would be labled as murderer, so...'
'Technically, he's still alive. So no, it wouldn't count.'
'It's the thought that counts.'
That left two more mysteries in the room. She turned to the wolf girl and attempted escapee.
"Either of you feel like sharing your stories?"
Sylvan cracked a small smile at Skari`s breif explanation of himself.
"Heh... A theif eh?"
Copperblaze listened to the others talk, smiling at appropriate places, but her mind was elsewhere. There were seven people in the cell, and all likely eager to escape. We've got to get out of here, she thought. She'd always been thinking that, ever since she got captured, but now, with more people other than her, it even looked possible.
"We've got to get out of here," she said out loud. Let's get some ideas flowing, then we might have a chance.
She watched Skari struggle with the barred wall on the side of his cell, before giving up and leaning back against the wall. "That won't work," she said matter-of-factly, likely repeating what he already knew. "Using brute force on the walls will only leave us tired and the bars unbroken. We'll be wasting energy for nothing. No, what we need to do is trick the guard into coming into a cell."
"It can't be you," she explained. "They don't trust you, and from the looks of it, they don't trust anyone else here either. They'd never believe you, but I might have a chance. I'm a war prisoner, not a criminal. No offense, by the way. I've never tried to escape, and I've always cooperated when they wanted me to do something. I'm sure they don't trust me either, but they'd be more likely to believe me."
Coming up with a possible idea, she posed a question: "Does anyone have a rock?"
"Oh, perfect," Copperblaze grinned. She reached through the bars and took the rock chunk from him, accidentally brushing his hand in the process. She immediately drew it back as what felt like an electric shock jolted through her hand. Reddening, she continued, trying to pretend it hadn't happened.
"So, do you know when the guard will come in next?" she pondered. "He looked in a few hours ago, I know, but I think I was asleep the last time he came. It could be minutes, or it could be hours, for all I know."
Smirking, she thought of something she hadn't yet. "So," she asked, a gleam in her eyes, "how good is your acting?"
When Sylvan noticed Copperblaze blushing as she retrieved the rock, she felt something inside her bubble up.
'Oh wow. She crushes on `im...' she thought.
She looked over at this Paz girl. She finally gave in. "I'm Lupus. A name I chose myself after no one else wanted me. I've been alone for as long as I can remember. An outcast, someone who is treated like dirt. I've never had a family. I sailed the seas for quite some time now. But then I ran across this island and needed some food. I took some and these mutten heads cuaght me. I've been here for around 10 years now." She finished.
"Hm" was all Paz could think to say to the knew develpment of this Lupus girl.
'Huh, we have a few things in common. Not enough to make it worth mentioning, sure, but at least it's something.'
Thinking about what Copperblaze said earlier, Paz threw a comment over her shoulder.
"By the way, I'm terrible at acting. Can't keep a straight face to save my life."
"Ok," she mused, "so if a guard doesn't come in on a regular basis, we're just going to have to make him come in."
Copperblaze smirked and walked as close to him as she could get through the bars, before yelling out a long string of insults. "YOU LYING TRAITOR! YOU'RE A MANGY, SLIME COATED HAIRBALL THAT ONLY DESERVES TO GO TO HEL'S REALM!
She winked at him. "Play along," she whispered, only loud enough for him to hear, "and when the guard comes in, punch me. Got it?"
Lupus smiled and joined in. She ran up to the bars and yelled through them. "WILL YOU GUYS SHUT UP! YOUR LOUDER THAN A BOAR GET ING HIT WITH AN AXE! I'LL SENT FENRIS WOLF HIMSELF AFTER THE BOTH OF YOU!" She yelled.
Suddenly, everyone out of nowhere started cussing each other at the top of their lungs, making Paz jump to the back of her cell in fright, covering her ears.
"What in the world are you trying to do?!"
Honestly, she didn't understand why they were even trying. Sure, she wanted off this island as much as the next prisoner. But even if they succeded in getting out, what then? They were just gonna get captured again, and after the last time that happened to her, she didn't want to know what happened to second offenders.
When she finally looked up again, the guards had arrived and Skari had puch Copperblaze.
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Copperblaze tried to hide her smile as she stumbled to the ground, curling into a ball. She held the rock in her hands, anticipating what was to come.
"What's going on here!?" roared the guard. She thought it was Violent, the one who'd brought Skari in, but she couldn't know for sure.
The cell block had quieted nearly instantaneously. Copperblaze doubled her acting. She screwed up her face and pretended to sob with shaking shoulders. She heard Violent mutter something about girls before approaching her door.
"Stop that," he said, clearly annoyed. "Don't make me come in there!"
Her plan was working! She had to fight to keep her pitiful act up, and only barely succeeded. A faint curse came from the direction of the guard, and he fiddled with his keys, debating. Finally, she heard the rusty squeak of the cage door opening.
Waiting for him to come nearer, she tensed her muscles, preparing to leap. His boots were now in her sight. Perfect. She lunged at him, grabbing the backs of his legs and pulling hard. Surprised, he fell backwards, and his head hit the cold stone floor with a thud. Working quickly, she took off his helmet and banged the rock against his head several times, until she was sure he'd be out cold for quite a while.
She grabbed the key ring off his belt and set about unlocking the cells. She couldn't help but let a loud whoop out of her mouth. Finally, they were free!
Copperblaze came over to her cell and unlocked it. Lupus threw her fist up into the air for their victory. They were finally out! "So what's the plan?" She asked.
When Skari and Copperblaze and Lupus began cussing at each other, Sylvan smirked as she leaned back against the wall, eagerly watching the drama unfold. She loved moments like this; random, stu.pidly hilarious moments.
But it turned out to be an escape plan-- one which Sylvan had to admit, was fairly clever. Very clever...
The second her cage was unlocked she darted out, cracking her knuckles eagerly.
"Right... This 'traitor' is gonna get some revenge...." she hissed to herself. She was half tempted to finish the job with the unconscious guard, but decided against it, because it would needlessly waste time.
Paz's eyes widened in realization when the guard hit the floor.
She then groaned inwardly when people started proclaiming there victory.
She started to back farther into the cell. She didn't want to be part of this. Who knows what they'd do to her if they got caught.
But then another thought came to her.
'What'd they do to me if the others suceeded in escaping.'
Paz already knew the answer to that. Without another thought, she got up, walked over to the door and leaned on it, waiting to be let out. Only to tumble forward when it swung open from her weight. The realization had Paz peeved.
'He didn't even bother to lock the door. He knew I wasn't gonna escape, and decided to apply insult to injury. How long had he been doing this?'
Deciding not to dwell on it, she righted herself and looked up to were going to be her companions for at leaste a little while.
"Did anyone bother to pack a map for this fieldtrip?" She asked, words dripping in sarcasm.
It was a triumphant moment all around, to be sure. Everyone cheered, some outwardly, some keeping it to themselves. Skari had run out yelling what sounded like nonsense words and hugged her, to her mixed delight and mortification. There was no one in the room who wasn't happy to be freed. Well, except for Violent, who had been bound, gagged, and locked in a cell, but he didn't really count. Paz, weirdly enough, didn't seem excited by their freedom, either.
Copperblaze heard Lupus ask what the plan was. That... was a very good question. "We can't go out the door, who knows how many guards there'll be," she said, half in response and half to herself. "The only option would be the windows, but we can't even reach them."
She climbed up the bars of a cell, trying to look out the center window. It was useless, though. She could see the horizon, but couldn't see anything downwards. Trying to jump from the bars to the ledge would be an exercise in futility, as it wasn't big enough to stand on, and would only result in her getting hurt.
"Hey, ah, Skari the Scary Viking," she teased, grinning. That had been one of his more ridiculous insults, and she really couldn't resist. "Could you lift me up to that window? I want to see if it's safe to use as an escape route."
There was a broad grin on her face as she stepped onto Skari's shoulders. Freeing yourself from prison did wonders for your happiness levels, who knew? Well, probably everyone that had broken out of prison, she mused.
Copperblaze grabbed the bars on the windows and hoisted herself up to an awkward squatting position. "I've got it from here, thanks!" she called down to a slightly confused Skari. She peered through the bars as best she could.
It was a cliff face, slightly at an angle, like a super-steep slide. There were small ledges, big enough for maybe one or two people, scattered throughout. Maybe they could jump from one to the other? It was a big drop for each one, but missing likely would not mean instant death. The ground looked pretty far, though. She wasn't the best at gauging distances, but she guessed a hundred feet? Maybe, it was hard to tell.
The Outcast harbor was faintly visible in the distance, a definite plus. And surely it would be safer than attempting to go through countless guards...
Copperblaze jumped down from the window ledge, making an audible thump. She stood up fully and started to explain her plan. "I hope no one's scared of heights," she started. "Because the only way out of here is through that window, and it's a long fall if we don't make it."
"Hey, I've missed jumping off of things just for the fun of falling," Copperblaze shrugged. "This'll be nice and refreshing." She knew it probably would be a lot harder than that, but why be negative? Things were finally looking up.
Paz was standing by the opening of their dead end hallway, cause someone's gotta act as lookout. as she watched the other try to find a way out, she just sort of stood there, shaking her head.
'Honestly, of all the things we could be doing, we're gonna jump out of a window and possibly fall to our doom. That's definetly how I felt like dying.'
Then, just as the others were about to execute said plan, Paz could hear footsteps coming there way, fast.
"Uh, guys, we need to be getting out of here soon." She warned the others in a whispered voice.
Suddenly, the guard, who'd finally woken up, started trying to scream through his gag and banging on the cell walls.
"Ah, second thought, we need to be getting out of here now!"
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'Oh no,' thought Copperblaze, just as distant footsteps started to be heard and the guard made a loud commotion in the hopes of alerting others. "Does anyone have anything to break those bars?"
They didn't. All right then, time for something crazy. She opened the guard's cell and creeped into it. Knocking him out with a few strong kicks, she searched his body for weapons. A small dagger she pocketed- it would be useless against the bars, but might come in handy later. There was a large axe strapped to his back, though, and grunting, she turned him over and took it off.
She relocked the door, then held the axe out questioningly. "Can someone break the bars with this?" she asked. "I would, but I'm horrible with an axe."
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"Oh perfect... And now we--," she was stopped when Skari suddenly broke the bars. "-- that will work. Now move!!!" she hissed. "Before we get caught!!"
"Nice shot!" she complimented breathlessly. "Can I have a lift back up?"
Skari obliged, and soon she was again in an awkward crouch on the ledge. She twisted herself around to be on the outside, then found a few hand- and footholds to raise herself upwards. She wanted to make sure that everyone made it out safely. "Okay, I'm out! Keep it coming, we don't have much time!"
Copperblaze watched from above as the whole of their party did the same as she did. One at a time, they took turns jumping from ledge to ledge. Finally, everyone was off of the window, and she lowered herself down.
There was just one problem though. Skari was still trapped in the cell, with no one to lift him up. She couldn't just leave him there! But the footsteps were closer now, steadily approaching their cell block. 'What do we do?' she wondered desperately.
"Wait, hang on," said Copperblaze. "I've got an idea." She stood up and tucked her shirt in, then sat on the ledge facing away from Skari. She carefully rested her knees on the ledge, finding a convenient spot to hook her feet, then slowly lowered herself down so that she was hanging upside down, facing him.
She held her hands out in his direction. "Here, grab my hands," she said, feeling the blood rush to her head from being upside down. "And hurry!"
"You're welcome," Copperblaze replied, panting slightly from the exertion. It was hard work, lifting someone that was heavier than her. It was like doing a situp, but while carrying weights. She shook out her legs, which were cramped from the awkward position they had been in. She was glad she'd had the foresight to hook her feet on something, though, or else they both would have fallen.
She almost wished they could stay there forever, as she leaned on Skari for support while trying to catch her breath. In the distance, the sun was setting in a brilliant haze of orange, casting those same hues on the water it was silhouetted against. The clouds in the sky were stained a faint pink, a beautiful contrast to the darkening sky.
Alas, their small bubble was just about to burst, as she heard the guard behind them start making a ruckus again. There was a pause, and then came the unmistakable sound of the key scraping in the lock. Copperblaze froze, her head still on his shoulder, before straightening up. "Come on," she hissed. Her heart was rapidly speeding up. She looked at the ground, at Skari, then back to the precarious ledge below them before tensing and scooting off the ledge where she sat.
Had this been any other situation, she would have loved the feeling of that fall. But they were escaping from prison, and the only things she was feeling now was nervous. She couldn't wait to get to the ground and into a nice hiding place. Looking back at Skari, she saw him wink cheekily, likely at the guard just coming in, before doing the same thing as she did. They hopped down together, before landing on the ground with the rest of their group.
"We've got to hide," she said quickly, searching for a good spot. There were some, but only fit for one or two people. "The guard just discovered that we escaped, and they're bound to be sending somebody after us. Let's go!" she said impatiently, worried that they'd be discovered.
"Ok great idea let's get out of here." Paz cut Skari off, making her way to the docks with the others. Let's just say that she didn't enjoy the fall or this ordeal in general as much as some people. She could hear the prison above raising the alarm, which made her footsteps speed up and her heartbeat even more.
"Are you sure?" Copperblaze wondered. The clouds had taken a dramatic change in the last few minutes, becoming dark and rain-filled. But if the alternative was staying on the island, hiding and hoping not to be found, then it certainly sounded more preferable.
"Okay, I'm in," she said decidedly. "But you'd better know how to sail! I learned once, I think. I'm pretty sure my knowledge of sailing amounts to something like, 'Turn the rudder the way you want to ship to go.' Or wait, is it the other way around? I don't think so..."
These cells held other prisoners, but Katla didn't mind them and only focused on herself. They had conversations which Katla didn't pay attention to until they started arguing...really loud. She had no clue this was an escape plan. They unlocked her cell door leaving her with a look of surprise on her face. They all left the prison before the guard could spot them and planned on taking a boat to sail away from this place. "Why did you unlock me cell?" Katla asked still confused.
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Copperblaze turned from her conversation with Skari, hearing a voice ask her a question.
"It's Katla, right?" she asked, wanting to be sure. "Well, it's not like I could have left you there! That would have just been cruel! And well, if they took the risk of putting you in a cell block with other people, you couldn't have done anything really horrible," she reasoned.
Pausing as a thought hit her, she asked, "Why were you in prison, anyway?"
"Cause why not? It's not like you're any more dangerous than the rest of us." Paz bluntly stated. By that time they had reached the harbor, which was empty thanks to everyone searching for them.
'Thank goodness Outcasts are stupid.'
'Technically speaking, you're an Outcast.'
'I'm going to pretend you didn't say that.'
Once they finally found a small enough boat for their purposes, Paz froze when felt a drop on her head. Finally looking up, she didn't like what she saw.
"This might have been a bad idea." She mutterd.
"Oh good," sighed Copperblaze, relieved, after Skari declared his sailing expertise. "I trust you. Well, mostly," she amended jokingly.
She followed Skari onto the ship, watching as he stood at the wheel that would control the rudder. Looking around at the mess of ropes, pulleys, and fabric, she was utterly baffled. "Uhh..." she started hesitantly. "I'm, ah, going to need a bit of help here..."
She limply tugged at a rope on the deck of the ship for emphasis, inadvertently tightening a knot that had formed. "And now more help," she muttered, half to herself.
"Oh and now a storm.... If its thick enough it could actually HELP us..." She sighed. She didnt mind the rain, just the after-effect of being cold and wet....
"Lets just get to a boat and leave this cursed place."
As Paz rummaged through the pile of weapons, she came across what appeared to be a double-sided ax that wasn't in too bad of shape.
'This could be useful for some serious hacking of limbs. Or trees, I suppose that would be less frowned upon.'
Suddenly, an idea popped into her head.
'Speaking of things needing to be chopped off.'
When she made her way back above deck, she stopped and peered over at her barely visible reflection in the water. Her eyes widened a little. It had been a while since she'd seen herself. Her face had gotten a little thinner from the skipped meals, and her skin paler from the lack of light. And then there was the hair, which had done quite a bit of growing in the last four years.
But what probably startled her the most was her eyes. It wasn't because of the scar running through one of them, though that certainly didn't help. They looked so hollow, so bleak, as if they'd lost hope. Now that she thought about it, she couldn't remember what hope felt like, or even if she ever had.
Oh wait, yes she had.
The night of her first escape attempt.
She probably would have had a chance of making it too, had the guard not been able to grab her braid when she made the mistake of looking back.
Which brings us back to why Paz's staring at seemingly nothing since her reflection was gone.
Not giving it another thought, the girl grabbed the long braid with her free hand and swung the ax behind her in one swift motion.
As the braid fell into the increasingly choppy waters, a foreign feeling began to well up inside her. She couldn't quite place it, but decided it was good, considering it meant cutting ties with the hel she'd been through for way too long.
"Hm, blade needs sharpening." She commented to no one in particular while running her hand through her hair, which now only reached halfway down her neck.