⚔ 1st Rebellion ⚔ [Action/ Video]
[It's storming outside in Luceti. Fat drops of water leak down from overhead, as if the Spirits above are weeping. The maelstrom outside makes it hard to see, but between the brief flashes of light and rising mist, someone or something can be seen limping at the town's outskirts and forest's edge...
It's not a member of the Third party, much as the ( Read more... )
It's not a member of the Third party, much as the ( Read more... )
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Longshot doesn't mind it much, however. His hat serves him well in this weather, and it's a lot more convenient to get food from Luceti's grocery store.
It's as he's nearing closer to town that he hears it, through the patter of rain. A bird? That kind of bird wouldn't be out in this weather...
That bird wouldn't be here, because it was distinctly Earth fowl.
Maybe he's just hearing things, but it'd hurt nothing to take the chance. He turns towards the direction he thinks the sound came from and returns the bird call.]
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Longshot's reply fills him with relief. Whether the Dai Li had captured his companions or not, if they were close enough to hear him, victory was still on their side. The rebel leader heaves a breathe and forces himself to focus back on his walking. The crushing ache in his chest made speaking painful- really, his last triumphant outburst was not quite worth the toll his lungs were taking now- but those things aside he couldn't stop now... not yet-!
It takes an extra minute of effort but sure enough, if Longshot listens, there's another signal. The whistle varies this time, starting from a sharper, higher pitch to a secondary more irregular. It's purpose to stand out more; a call more distinctive of a Freedom Fighter.]
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Longshot takes a moment to return the call once again, complete with trills and warbles to clarify that he too is a Freedom Fighter, and that he's on his way. Groceries can wait; he breaks into a run back towards the edge of the village.]
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There is no mistaking it now, Jet is absolutely assured of what he has heard. Someone was answering, someone was on their way. Hope has never been something Jet has relied on, but just this once, he'll dare to think of it; just this once he is going to believe everything will be alright. The Avatar's group must have rubbed off on him somewhere. Despite the inevitable trouble Jet knows that line of thinking will cause, he can't help but grin.
One hand on the base of a trunk, the other clasping a heavy tattered book- not sure why he had grabbed it, but if the Dai Li had tried to dispose of it, chances are he'd want it- Jet staggers out from the last of the treeline. It's all or nothing now, any farther forward and he'll have nothing to catch himself on if he falls.]
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