Post by MARIELLE LAROUX on Feb 21, 2013 22:10:01 GMT -8
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[/style]Of all the things she expected one of them to have, a genuine weapon was not one of them. She'd been pretty sure her taser would have been the most extreme form of attacking they could have had – but no, apparently the fair-er-haired of the men had been holding out and been waiting for a key moment to pull out his firearm. A part of her was relieved, another irritated – he could have used it before, and he chose now? Then again, it was rich of her to be annoyed at anyone for withholding information she considered, eyes pinned on her companion as she considered that. That was when she decided something – amidst the chaos and the threat of being eaten, of all times – once they had a moment to breathe, she had to tell them what she'd gleaned from her date, hell with the consequences. As he stumbled back from the quickly moving and incredibly pissed reptile, using Lyanne to steady herself from the sudden movement.
She righted herself as quickly as she could, ignoring the other woman's hushed question if she was okay – it didn't matter if she was okay, so long a she wasn't broken and bleeding on the floor damned if she was going to stop. Her eyes zeroed in on the one who'd managed to pull the ire of the crocodile, or at least the outline she could see, annoyed as he seemed to stand completely still while his eminent leg-gnawing came at him at alarming speeds. 'Now's not the time to sit with your thumb up your ass and contemplate life.' he thought, irritated, before he finally started to move again, and she was satisfied with that for now, holding tight to her companion's wrist as she dragged her unceremoniously behind the next display they could press against. Before she could even settle, though, something grabbed her own arm, and she didn't even bother suppressing the surprised squeak that escaped her – though she would deny it later.
She was unceremoniously dragged through the rest of the long hallway, which, would have involved a lot of shouting and 'how dare yous' had their life not depended a lot on remaining quiet. This did not, however stop her from making hissing noises of discontent and disapproval. The only small mercy granted to her was the fact she was no longer in shoes – that run would have been impossible in heels. Not that she wasn't talented in running with heels – but running desperately while half-stumbling even barefoot...yeah her ankle would have been broken. By the time they finally slowed, she was panting a bit from the effort to keep up with the man with much longer legs than her, and when they finally stepped outside of the hall with all the displays of animals, she wrenched her hand away, glaring pointedly at their savior as she rubbed the part of her arm he'd had ahold of.
“Second floor.” she said suddenly, sharply, refusing to let the very small window of silence go to waste. “Apparently they have a new artifact on display that arrived shortly before this. Sounds damn well worth looking into to me, as insane as it sounds.” It sounded even crazier said aloud, but she didn't falter, dark eyes hard as she looked at the man who was now her sole backup. She was unsure what happened to the other, though she decided it wasn't likely very good. He apparently hadn't made the run in time. It only further fueled her determination – she hated casualties, and hated them even more when they happened on her watch. She sensed Lyanne about to say something, to protest her admittance of this to the stranger, but she was drowned out by all the sudden noise around her – or at least, it caused her to promptly shut up.
There was a split second as Marielle spun wildly on her heel, eyes searching for anything else coming after them. There was nothing however, nothing but the hollow, eerie sounds emitting from the displays all around them. Her expression hardened again – sounds she could deal with – they were a sheer mental debilitation. From what they'd been through so far, this was nothing – which was proven when she looked sharply at her date and before she could launch her protests again, spoke in a tone that broached no argument. “Take us to the stairs.” she ordered, full and done with this silly venture. She supposed she should have been more annoyed by the long pause that followed from Lyanne, but the fact that she gave in and gestured them to follow her was what mattered – Marielle suspected that when they got out of this (yes, when, not if – she refused to meddle in pessimism right now), she'd owe her an extra drink. Or two, depending what happened to that artifact.
She righted herself as quickly as she could, ignoring the other woman's hushed question if she was okay – it didn't matter if she was okay, so long a she wasn't broken and bleeding on the floor damned if she was going to stop. Her eyes zeroed in on the one who'd managed to pull the ire of the crocodile, or at least the outline she could see, annoyed as he seemed to stand completely still while his eminent leg-gnawing came at him at alarming speeds. 'Now's not the time to sit with your thumb up your ass and contemplate life.' he thought, irritated, before he finally started to move again, and she was satisfied with that for now, holding tight to her companion's wrist as she dragged her unceremoniously behind the next display they could press against. Before she could even settle, though, something grabbed her own arm, and she didn't even bother suppressing the surprised squeak that escaped her – though she would deny it later.
She was unceremoniously dragged through the rest of the long hallway, which, would have involved a lot of shouting and 'how dare yous' had their life not depended a lot on remaining quiet. This did not, however stop her from making hissing noises of discontent and disapproval. The only small mercy granted to her was the fact she was no longer in shoes – that run would have been impossible in heels. Not that she wasn't talented in running with heels – but running desperately while half-stumbling even barefoot...yeah her ankle would have been broken. By the time they finally slowed, she was panting a bit from the effort to keep up with the man with much longer legs than her, and when they finally stepped outside of the hall with all the displays of animals, she wrenched her hand away, glaring pointedly at their savior as she rubbed the part of her arm he'd had ahold of.
“Second floor.” she said suddenly, sharply, refusing to let the very small window of silence go to waste. “Apparently they have a new artifact on display that arrived shortly before this. Sounds damn well worth looking into to me, as insane as it sounds.” It sounded even crazier said aloud, but she didn't falter, dark eyes hard as she looked at the man who was now her sole backup. She was unsure what happened to the other, though she decided it wasn't likely very good. He apparently hadn't made the run in time. It only further fueled her determination – she hated casualties, and hated them even more when they happened on her watch. She sensed Lyanne about to say something, to protest her admittance of this to the stranger, but she was drowned out by all the sudden noise around her – or at least, it caused her to promptly shut up.
There was a split second as Marielle spun wildly on her heel, eyes searching for anything else coming after them. There was nothing however, nothing but the hollow, eerie sounds emitting from the displays all around them. Her expression hardened again – sounds she could deal with – they were a sheer mental debilitation. From what they'd been through so far, this was nothing – which was proven when she looked sharply at her date and before she could launch her protests again, spoke in a tone that broached no argument. “Take us to the stairs.” she ordered, full and done with this silly venture. She supposed she should have been more annoyed by the long pause that followed from Lyanne, but the fact that she gave in and gestured them to follow her was what mattered – Marielle suspected that when they got out of this (yes, when, not if – she refused to meddle in pessimism right now), she'd owe her an extra drink. Or two, depending what happened to that artifact.
