The Hidden Door-A Role Play (AKA The Most Dangerous Coffee Shop II)

[Rose Quartz]

“Kipp! Come with us!” Fred urged “if you come we can get the kids out without anyone being harmed!” Fred didn’t wait for Kipps response, if Kipp chose to stay then Fred would hide the kids and come back, if Kipp came then they would keep going

Kipp ran awkwardly his hand dragging across the low stone ceiling to keep from hitting his head as he ran hunched over in the slightly too small space. His eyes had locked on to the small blond girls frame she'd heard her name called and looked at him, but unlike the other kids who had shot up and started running in a panic, she still sat on her knees digging at the ground.

"Ehh! Chi-" Maybe he'd said her name wrong, had he forgotten it? "KID!"
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Chion couldn't see well in the darkness of the cave, but she could hear people approaching and yelling. She looked up again peering into the darkness toward her name being called. The other voices yelling about catching a harpy, hadn't clued her in that it was some one she knew. She'd been concentrating on her job, unlike the other 'Islanders' who had disappeared. Chion frowned looking around for where they had gone.

"Noha?" She called quietly, he'd been right next to her just a moment ago. Where had they all gone?
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Kipp grabbed the little kid around the waist with one arm barely stopping as he flipped her horizontal to be carried like a bag of potatoes, eliciting a surprised shriek from the young girl.

"You want to get out of here don't you?" Kipp asked his voiced strained as he tried to drag her kicking and clawing toward safety. "Geez kid then move!" He attempted to set her back on her feet, but she still flopped to the ground.

Kipp grabbed her by the back of her shirt and dragged her to her feet, shoving the confused girl ahead of him. "Chion, GO." He urged finally remembering that she wouldn't understand him.
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Chion skittered on the loose gravel falling as he released her, only to be yanked back up onto her feet and shoved forward. Her pointy ears perking up at her name. Who ever it was knew her. And was speaking what she had wrongly assumed was Islander.

The shouted curses about a harpy, clicked in her head. That guy she'd met, who'd seemed to be having a bad day, was trying to get them out of there now. Chion sprang forward without a glance back over her shoulder. If they were going now, she didn't want to slow them down.

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[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

Kipp ran awkwardly his hand dragging across the low stone ceiling to keep from hitting his head as he ran hunched over in the slightly too small space. His eyes had locked on to the small blond girls frame she'd heard her name called and looked at him, but unlike the other kids who had shot up and started running in a panic, she still sat on her knees digging at the ground.

"Ehh! Chi-" Maybe he'd said her name wrong, had he forgotten it? "KID!"
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Chion couldn't see well in the darkness of the cave, but she could hear people approaching and yelling. She looked up again peering into the darkness toward her name being called. The other voices yelling about catching a harpy, hadn't clued her in that it was some one she knew. She'd been concentrating on her job, unlike the other 'Islanders' who had disappeared. Chion frowned looking around for where they had gone.

"Noha?" She called quietly, he'd been right next to her just a moment ago. Where had they all gone?
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Kipp grabbed the little kid around the waist with one arm barely stopping as he flipped her horizontal to be carried like a bag of potatoes, eliciting a surprised shriek from the young girl.

"You want to get out of here don't you?" Kipp asked his voiced strained as he tried to drag her kicking and clawing toward safety. "Geez kid then move!" He attempted to set her back on her feet, but she still flopped to the ground.

Kipp grabbed her by the back of her shirt and dragged her to her feet, shoving the confused girl ahead of him. "Chion, GO." He urged finally remembering that she wouldn't understand him.
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Chion skittered on the loose gravel falling as he released her, only to be yanked back up onto her feet and shoved forward. Her pointy ears perking up at her name. Who ever it was knew her. And was speaking what she had wrongly assumed was Islander.

The shouted curses about a harpy, clicked in her head. That guy she'd met, who'd seemed to be having a bad day, was trying to get them out of there now. Chion sprang forward without a glance back over her shoulder. If they were going now, she didn't want to slow them down.

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Fred quickly grabbed Chions other hand “Chion. Come” he waved her towards himself

 

[Amer]

"Beautiful?" Aella echoed softly, staring blankly at Mallie. Beautiful was for flowers, ornate and intricate petals and delicate leaves and stems. Beautiful was for places, people-packed, noisy and chaotic, or serene, silent and empty. It was for the fiery, silent autumn with fluttering leaves unsure of were they might land, dancing in the cold sunlight and casting a glow of fire. For the harsh winters turned gentle, a careful snow and crackling fires. For the vibrant spring, full of flowers and fresh buds, and innocent, youthful creatures. For the blazing summers, impossibly green grass and blue sky that stretched for miles and the flaming sun, teasingly floating just high enough that the skyscrapers couldn't touch it.
But not her.
Not a thief, a runaway. Not for a criminal. But, in the moment, it made her feel lighter. Like the world wasn't so dark after all. These people weren't tainted by the warped views of right and wrong, and wouldn't judge her. After all, how can you judge when you don't know someone at all.
Snapping out of it, she set her clothes on a chair and the ribbons on the table. "Thank you," she whispered softly, probably too soft for her to hear. A smile tugged at the corner of her lips, and she took the worn rubber elastic from around her wrist, raked her nails through her hair a few times and twisted it and brought it up, pinningdown a bun on top of her head with the elastic. Then she turned to Mallie, silent questioning on her face.

Mallie reached for the golden hair. It was tangled, dirty, and greasy, so she ran a comb through carefully, making sure not to tug. She spritzed a bit of lora fluer extract in. It smelled good and helped you to comb hair. Then she found a boar bristle brush, which made the hair smoother. It couldn’t remove all the dirt and grease, but now it was straighter and shinier.
Then she began to braid it. All the way past her waist.
Hair could be such an inconvenience when it was that long. Out of way, out of sight. She curled the braid on Aella’s hair, curling it on the back of her head like a snake. She tied it with the ribbons and a few shiny pins.
“U eguire cordiba,” she said softly. You look beautiful.

 

[Rose Quartz]

Fred quickly grabbed Chions other hand “Chion. Come” he waved her towards himself

She nodded holding his hand tightly and running along with him.

The air was almost instantly cooler on entering the small tunnel. It was thankfully easier to breathe, but next to impossible to run. The ceiling was only about 3' high and the tunnel was narrow, only allowing one person to pass at a time. The uneven ground led upwards at a steep angle, and there was barely enough room to squeeze her feet into the loose soil, between the walls.

The others were ahead of her and Fred moving slowly further into the tiny cave. It didn't seem to have been made for traversing, Chion decided it was probably an air shaft, and worried over whether it would end with it going straight up and leave them all stranded in here with no way out, but back the way they'd come.

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Kipp some how managed to get into the tiny hole in the wall. Crawling awkwardly with one knee and hand on the floor and his other side half way up the wall. His wings dragged against the other wall knocking loose dirt and gravel down over his face and inside his clothes. He scrunched up the one side of his face closing his eye to keep the falling dirt out, and sputtered the musty dirt out of his mouth, forcing himself forward. Hopefully this tunnel doesn't get any narrower than this. Or just end, cause there's no way I'm getting back out the way I came. Kipp blew out a breath of air slowly through his mouth, pushing the thought of being trapped there out of his mind. Anything is better than being caught. He told himself.

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Mallie reached for the golden hair. It was tangled, dirty, and greasy, so she ran a comb through carefully, making sure not to tug. She spritzed a bit of lora fluer extract in. It smelled good and helped you to comb hair. Then she found a boar bristle brush, which made the hair smoother. It couldn’t remove all the dirt and grease, but now it was straighter and shinier.
Then she began to braid it. All the way past her waist.
Hair could be such an inconvenience when it was that long. Out of way, out of sight. She curled the braid on Aella’s hair, curling it on the back of her head like a snake. She tied it with the ribbons and a few shiny pins.
“U eguire cordiba,” she said softly. You look beautiful.

Aella was clearly startled by the woman touching her, jerking away and eyeing her, the beginnings of a fire crackling in the palm of her hands. However, when she realized Mallie intended no harm, she relaxed.
She couldn't help giving a slight flinch with every touch, but allowed the other girl to do her work, unsure of what she was doing. When she was finished, she looked at her quizzically, confused by the odd words. She turned her head, looking across the room and through the washrooms open door, finding her reflection looking back at her. Her hair was braided and tucked onto her head in a curl, far smoother, straighter and less tangled then it had been in an incredibly long time. She turned back to Mallie, gratitude blooming in her chest. "Thank you," she whispered. "For everything."
Not every person would be so kind to open their house to a group of bloody, foreign strangers. How many of the group realized the extent of their kindness, she wasn't sure, but she did and appreciated it more then she could express in words.

 

[Amer]

Aella was clearly startled by the woman touching her, jerking away and eyeing her, the beginnings of a fire crackling in the palm of her hands. However, when she realized Mallie intended no harm, she relaxed.
She couldn't help giving a slight flinch with every touch, but allowed the other girl to do her work, unsure of what she was doing. When she was finished, she looked at her quizzically, confused by the odd words. She turned her head, looking across the room and through the washrooms open door, finding her reflection looking back at her. Her hair was braided and tucked onto her head in a curl, far smoother, straighter and less tangled then it had been in an incredibly long time. She turned back to Mallie, gratitude blooming in her chest. "Thank you," she whispered. "For everything."
Not every person would be so kind to open their house to a group of bloody, foreign strangers. How many of the group realized the extent of their kindness, she wasn't sure, but she did and appreciated it more then she could express in words.

Mallie nodded. Her young daughter likely needed tending, so she left Aella to Korim. Korim was now packing clothing into the bags. Boys clothing, at least.

 

[Butterscotchbitesfinger]

“What am I saying? Of coarse your not! Your brothers missing” she went to continue before flinging a hand over her mouth, she was being very insensitive. She hung her head shaking it, what kind of idiot said stuff like that to someone who just had just been told their little brother had most likely been eaten. She sighed “sorry Kylan.” She wouldn’t say more, she couldn’t say anything else. There wasn’t exactly much else to say.

Aria nodded casting a curious sideways glance at him “are you okay?” She asked pausing

Aria consulted her shoes for wisdom, she didn’t know where else to look. She felt a familiar pang of empathy towards Kylan. If Aria looked at Kylan she knew she’d blush like crazy and if she looked at anyone else she would feel embarrassed, so naturally the shoes are the best place to look

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

Mallie nodded. Her young daughter likely needed tending, so she left Aella to Korim. Korim was now packing clothing into the bags. Boys clothing, at least.

"So..." Aella dropped into a chair, looking at the palms of her hands that lay flat on the table. They were bleeding from small cuts, torn skin peeling, revealing new skin that was filthy with dirt. That was no excuse for the lack of flames that spark when she willed them to, though. A few pitiful sparks crackled, but fell back onto the palms of her hands and sank into the skin, vanishing.
She blew a heavy sigh, planting her elbows on the table and head in her hands. "How long of a journey is it? How difficult is the journey?"

 

[Amer]

"So..." Aella dropped into a chair, looking at the palms of her hands that lay flat on the table. They were bleeding from small cuts, torn skin peeling, revealing new skin that was filthy with dirt. That was no excuse for the lack of flames that spark when she willed them to, though. A few pitiful sparks crackled, but fell back onto the palms of her hands and sank into the skin, vanishing.
She blew a heavy sigh, planting her elbows on the table and head in her hands. "How long of a journey is it? How difficult is the journey?"

“Very long and difficult. I’ve never been there. Maybe I wouldn’t make such a good guide, but ask anyone in the village and they’ll say the same thing. Or not. My sisters and my uncle are the only linguists I know. So really...” Korim chuckled, “they wouldn’t be able to tell you anything.”
He glanced at her dirty palms. “So you’re a pyrokinetic?” he asked casually. It was a dangerous, unpredictable power. He was glad she was on his side.
He gestured to the clothes. “I guess you can help me.”

 

[Cluckcluck1215]

“Very long and difficult. I’ve never been there. Maybe I wouldn’t make such a good guide, but ask anyone in the village and they’ll say the same thing. Or not. My sisters and my uncle are the only linguists I know. So really...” Korim chuckled, “they wouldn’t be able to tell you anything.”
He glanced at her dirty palms. “So you’re a pyrokinetic?” he asked casually. It was a dangerous, unpredictable power. He was glad she was on his side.
He gestured to the clothes. “I guess you can help me.”

Aella gave a quiet huh, her fingers trembling slightly, every muscle in her hands tensed. "I guess that's what they call it," she muttered, her face scrunched in concentration. "Fire-wielder, pyro, pyrokeneses..." she was mostly murmured to herself, a golden glow swimming beneath the surface of her skin, and it burst into life in a brilliant flame, before it died nearly as quickly as it came. "Sometimes."
She slammed her hands on the table, shoving herself to her feet and rounded it to come where he was. She needed something to do, or she'd drive herself crazy trying to keep a steady flame. "What can I do?"