Encroachers [Mexico City; Bastille; Closed.]

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie swore in a litany of French, eyes wide as she took in the people here, in those rooms, and their states. Her gaze flicked forward, spotting Damien and the person strapped to...a variety of cables and tubing.

She would pause just outside the window, hands hovering.

"Damien..? We are here to help. Can I assist you at all?" Best to ask and not try to startle him.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille wouldn't hear Kiyr....

While her expression remained emotionless and stone cold....there was a flicker to her eyes. This was not something she was exactly....prepared to handle. If she had expected it, sure...but, somewhere inside she hadn't and it had surprised her. Even her.

Bastilles eyes were trained on a young boy in an opposite window, Her pupils dilating and her breathe hitching.

Memories rushed her like a tidal wave, and she stood still...unable to break free from the images that seemed to literally drown her. It had been years- the drugs should and probably were definitely out of her system...but her body felt like it had just been reinjected. Luckily her qi stayed quiet, but that didn't mean her body hadn't reacted all the same, going rigid.

She was shaken. It was obvious to anyone who knew her. Quietly she choked down a forced breathe of air and she forced herself back to reality....she wasn't back in the facility....she wasn't- this was now, now she had kids of her own...

She had to stay rigid, emotionless like a statue- breaking her defense mechanism in order to move was too risky right now, she knew the moment she did something or even moved a muscle...she might erupt in her emotional capacity. Anger was already seeping into her gaze.

Closing her eyes she coughed and forced air into her lungs again, trying to concentrate on the now.

All of this, she tried to keep hidden from Kiyr as her back was to them both as she stared into the windowed cell.

She'd been in one just like this....

[David B.]

The boy looked up, his eyes were...Red. He mouth the words-

"Help me..."

To Bastille.

Kiyr, meanwhile, would be greeted by Damien, turning with a small, round object. He tossed it on the floor, and it started beeping. Kiyr would feel a pull in her abdomen...and would be unable to touch her Qi. Damien next drew a sword from his belt and faced her, his eyes wild.

"I will not go with you, Tasuhfedlr! Leave, or I will kill you."

His eyes were ice blue, and he was standing guard over the man on the table- who had a large mask covering his entire head.

[Kyrie Blaze]

?!

Demonwitch?

Kiyr's eyes went wide.

"Tasuhfedlr? Fdo? Damien--David has been searching for you. Bastille and I flew from Long Beach to get you." She took a step back, hands up, still, palms towards him. "To keep you from Barker and to bring you back. I have no intention of fighting or harming you."

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille ignored everything and stared at the boy. Honestly, behind her own memories she hardly saw him mouth the words- but she did....

Suddenly she saw the blue eyes of the demon child she had been forced to fight - the one she had saved by merely showing affection and refusing to fight. Her hand pressed against the glass and her qi activated- or what was left of it. It would only show off in blue sparks before Bastilles own hand began to bleed. Then her qi was gone. The blood ran from her hand down the glass as she stared, cold and emotionless into the cage.

[David B.]

Damien glanced at the table, before looking back to her.

"I don't believe you."

He lunged forward with an almost elegant motion- Damien knew his way around a sword, obviously. He was direct, no motion wasting energy. He gave a downward flick, aiming to open a small cut on her left shoulder and knock her back.

"Go, Now."

Before much else could be said or done, the finger of the man on the table twitched, and small alarms went off, screeching in the room. Damien kept his eyes on Kiyr and backed up toward the table. Once there, he pressed several buttons, and smoke billowed out from under the mask. It lifted, and the fists of the man on the table clenched. His entire head was wrapped, but Damien didn't care. He would not move toward the body, waiting for Kiyr to go.

Bastille, meanwhile, would feel a small electrical jolt as her hand touched the window, like touching an electrical fence. It wouldn't be severe, and in her dazed state she could probably ignore it. The boy started crying- he was maybe eleven or twelve, with patches of skin missing for "study", and needle holes covering his arms. He wrapped them around his legs and curled up, shivering and crying.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Rather than agitating Damien further by defending herself - though she wouldn't launch a counter-attack - Kyrie simply followed his movements and incorporated her own to evade as much as she could. He was direct, no-nonsense, and utterly efficient. Very much like, perhaps, he'd taken Fencing--but she knew that regardless of the style, it was always preferred to finish someone off as quickly as possible.

So the nick to her shoulder came as a surprise, and she backed away.

She didn't think that asking how she could prove herself to him would be beneficial, so instead supplied with quiet and calm eyes: "We can help to clear the way for you, if you wish. Back to Finch's group if you would prefer, or anywhere else, otherwise."

She had backed away a respectful distance and did not attempt advancing once again. The question of who was so important that Damien would risk capture in one of Barker's prisons? rang in her mind. Regardless of what Damien believed her to be, she was simply here to help. But apparently she would have to watch her back if she wished to come out of this unscathed and alive. She cast a sidelong glance at Bastille before her eyes immediately flickered back to Damien and the man he was defending and freeing.

'...who are you..?'

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille didn't turn around.

"I have a question, if you'd be so kind as to answer while you threaten my friend for being too close"

Bastille turned around finally, her eyes full of seething anger.

"What are the consequences of me breaking this glass?!"

She brought up her sword as if she would defend herself as much as she would fight him- less he give her a direct answer.

"Will the kid be harmed in anyway?" Her voice was direct and commanding, but while she seemed very present, there was a slight air about her that still seemed locked in the echoes of her mind.

"Tell me how to free him."

[David B.]

Damien stared for several seconds at Kiyr, then to Bastille- before his face turned into a frown.

"Who are you?"

He was now utterly confused, as these people seemed far less intent on him that the ones he was expecting. From under the wraps came a softer voice, spoken lightly to Kiyr.

"Did my brother really send you?"

The one in the white hospital gown pulled away at the face wraps, unwrapping them gently, before they all slipped away and fell into a pile at the floor. His feet touched the ground as he stood into the light.

It was...Damien.

"I am Damien. Where is David?"

Before Kiyr were two identical people, one of them in a hospital gown, the other being the individual she nearly fought, with the sword. 

The one she got cut by would seem to shift, his body shivering, then he would sort of...phase into an older looking gentleman, possibly in his early thirties, maybe late twenties, who lowered the blade and backed off, turning to Bastille who was in the hall. His voice was a bit deeper now, and he would point with the sword to a door.

"Break that down. He's... through there."

[Kyrie Blaze]

"She is Bastille Amtrum." Kyrie responded, simply, introducing the woman that was her elder, for her.

There was a surprised blink from the blonde as the new voice rose from under the wraps, and Kyrie's gaze zeroed in quickly upon the source. She began to respond.

"Indirectly. If it would not be us, two Skyforce members would be standing before you. Or, if he would have been in Long Beach to know, David himself would be standing here, now. He le..." The blonde trailed off, eyes fluttering in a set of rapid blinks. Damien was standing before her. Damien was just standing from the table. Her eyes slipped back and forth between the two. Things started to make sense, between Damien's words - he was the actual Damien - and the other almost...phase-shifting to another man. Perhaps his own form, though Kyrie couldn't be sure. She took a breath. "David left Long Beach a few hours prior to our departure to here. Stress and he had a...disagreement with someone dear to him that he needed to have some time to himself."

And a party with Barker soldiers to paint streets red, but Kiyr didn't mention that. This place...

"This place is not exactly the most ideal for questions from either group." She glanced back towards the windowed rooms, her intent to help them plain to see. But she stayed where she was and looked back. "I have a jacket that will enable you to fly with us, Damien. David requests for you to come to Long Beach...but first we have to blaze a trail out of here. I could perhaps answer a few more questions if you are not satisfied as we make our way out."

Her gaze was cast to the device on the floor before flicking up to the two before her, a wry sort of appreciation apparent in her gaze.

"Qi distortion?" By the look in her eyes, that she had many more questions was confirmed as she spoke the next words. But all of those were put to the side, even the question as to the mystery man's identity. "I have many questions, but, after. You are able to travel, Damien?"

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille just grumbled and scoffed at the turn of events. really now...this circus was getting too much for her.

She watched carefully, still not completely trusting of this man, but David could handle himself with whoever they brought back. She should know....and she turned and wrapped a cloth around her hands and immediately smashed the gass with all her force. She then crawled through the window- intent to free the child from his binds and ignore the theatrics behind her. Usually she was a fan, but when her past came back to bite her, she was more inclined to just get the hell out.

[David B.]

Bastille:

he little boys eyes opened wider after she smashed the glass...now strangely hopeful. He had never had someone try to protect him before. To...safe him from this hell. He had been here for seven months and... she was there. His hands were bound by a long chair, about six feet long, that was bolted into the wall behind her. As she got close she would feel her own Qi ebbing away...preventing her and, assumingly, the boy from touching his Qi. They were made of a heavy iron...but might be breakable.

Kiyr:

Damien stood tall, and looked strong. He nodded to Kiyr as she asked her question, having took in everything she said without question. David was in California, and he needed him. Enough said. Damien needed David as well...to tell him of the man who would be coming for him soon enough.

"Lead the way."

The other man stood behind Damien and sheathed his sword, waiting.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kiyr's eyes flickered across both males. She was a bit disconcerted by the second if she was honest. But Damien seemed to know him - though with his power he could be anyone; Barker had shown them already that people could have exactly the same qi--but there could be no purpose in freeing Damien just to kill him as Damien was too valuable to even be used as bait, the blonde figured - and so she would be at ease. Watchful, but at ease. She dug through the bag, pulling the emblazoned jacket from the depths and tossed it to Damien.

Her eyes were quietly cast to the other male. "I apologise, Sir. I had only anticipated we would need one extra jacket. I had not thought there would be a...shifter running around and that Damien was captured."

She shouldered the pack and turned, striding forward to the first of the other windows, gaze hard. So long as the occupants were alive and not outwardly hostile...

"First..." The blonde moved, heading towards any of the doors along the way if there were others. She would then break them down, regardless of whether she actually had to kick doors or attempt using her qi to break the glass if there were no doors.

It was time to free the other unfortunate prisoners and get out.

. o O ( Sorry--toootally misread another post. ><; )

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille was, again, ignoring most of the outside conversation. It was probably for the best- since telling her ex fiances brother that she was in face.....Davids ex fiance, was not a good type of thing to bring up, though a part of her wished to do so only to get a reaction.

Bastille slid her sword into the chains and began her work at finding a way to gain leverage against the chains. Her sword was made of special stuff...and it was fitting that it was the same sword she'd had the pleasure of obtaining at the correctional facility, now it was the sword she would free others from one. shoving her metal heel into the chain she sighed and then quickly twisted her body in a certain way, finally rolling onto her back and kicking. The certain angle against the movement of her sword would dislocate her shoulder, but it should also break the chain cleanly. Falling on her back should of popped her shoulder back in place, but she hadn't exactly been gusty enough to perfect that move.

After breaking the chain, she would jump down from the window with the boy in hand- helping him down with her free hand before looking to one of the two new men.

"Oi, either of you have balls enough to pop my shoulder back in place...it's sort of a hindrance"

[David B.]

Damien and the other man would follow, the glass shattering easily and the prisoners, both healthy and sickly, would stand, making their way toward the window to climb out. As Damien walked by Bastille, He'd punch her in the arm, hard. Right at the shoulder. It would snap back into place, causing some...significant pain. But it would be back in place. Damien would stare blankly at her.

"That's how it was done during the civil war. Your welcome."

He walked on, following Kiyr....who would hear the sounds of men, shouting about coming down the stairs. On the right, next to the stairs leading back up the way they came, there was a door that said "Train Access Tunnel"-Apparently, a small locomotive was used in the facility, and those stairs led the way to it. She could lead them up to fight their way out, or try for the tunnel. The man who had been Damien would step forward, leaving the real one to stand behind and out of earshot.

"My name is Tristan, girl. I would like you to have my sword, for repayment of the wound I gave you, and for picturing your death."

The Blade was Damascus steel and curved rather wickedly. It was still in it's sheath, which was a cool leather. As she took the handle she would feel a strange...pulse.

Bastille, meanwhile, would feel lighter, almost as though she could run circles around everyone- at least after the young boy took her hand. He looked up at her and blinked an owlish blink. If Bastille let go of his hand, that feeling would slowly dissipate.

OOC:

Kiyr-

Gains sword:

"Hulda": +2 Strength, +1 Cha

This Blade allows one, when drawn, to turn invisible while standing perfectly still. Once moved, the effect immediately vanishes. Can only be used once per turn.

Bastille:

While Holding the child, whether hand or in your arms, you gain +10 Dex. you lose this boost while he is no longer touching you. Only works on Bastille.