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Who: Darin Altway and You
Status: Open
Where: Eltrut and various MANTA board jobs
What: Darin's helping out with Eltrut reconstruction and doing some jobs
Warnings: If needed will be in threads

-ELTRUT RECONSTRUCTION-

[The Garuda assault really did a number on poor Eltrut. He'd seen powerful storms before back in his bayside hometown, but this was a complete disaster. With so much damage, it was the least Darin could to to try and help out where he can with his particular skillset. He's making and replacing tools to help with the reconstruction effort and often times he's working on rebuilding himself. He's doing his best to look like he's still recovering...which means he's taking lots of breaks so no one gets particularly suspicious considering he was probably seen duking it out with Garuda in the skies above the city and out over the open water. Hopefully no one's eyes are that good but he's still trying to act like he's in worse shape than he actually is.]

-LIFE IN COLOUR-

[In the interest in 'diversifying his portfolio' a bit, Darin's decided to take the job regarding the recent spate of disappearances and vanishings. It doesn't take long to see the connection to the painter's house on Atnam, so naturally he's there to check it out.]

[He knocks on the door several times before he just shrugs and lets himself inside where he stops pretty much cold.]

...Okay. Something definitely happened here. I know artists can be eccentric but this is going a little far...

[He looks around, examining the room before taking a cautious step inside.]

Now...where to start...

-STARSHIPS-

[Now here was a job posting Darin could get excited about. Sailing the ocean? Making star charts? Potentially discovering new constellations?? He couldn't sign up fast enough!]

[The sun is on the horizon and dusk is fast approaching. Darin's currently doing some checks on the boat he'd rented while waiting to see if anyone else decided to show up.]

Man, if I discover a new constellation, I wonder what I'll name it...? "Hammerfall?" Oh..! How about "The Solar Forge?" This is gonna be so great...!

-GOLD & GEARS-

[One might expect someone as boisterous as Darin to be acting as a sort of carnival barker; promoting these very well-crafted pieces of jewelry and assorted accessories. And normally, you'd be right. But the concept of magitech has fascinated the smith to the point where he can't focus on promoting anything. He's trying on everything he can; every ring, every bauble, every necklace and, after demonstrating and witnessing what it's capable of, sits down and promptly starts to sketch the item into a notebook with several detailed pages on how it even works. When he's not sure of something, he's asking every question he can possibly think of.]

[Finally, he turns a page in his notebook and stops.]

Damn, I already filled this one up? I gotta get another...

-THE GREAT ESCAPE-

[He's got no idea how he got here, but Darin's sure not happy about it. According to a note he had pinned to himself, he was captured and incarcerated for "Disturbing the peace with loud hair." The note was summarily shredded and now Darin's wandering his holding cell in clear annoyance. Where the hell was he? How'd he get picked up?]

Damn...well, no sense sitting here wasting time. I gotta get out of here.

[He heads over to the wall and pulls an arm back, aiming to punch right through the wall with his bare fist. Which cracks harshly on the wall and does...all of nothing. Nothing except cause Darin to yell in pain and start cursing. That must look really strange to anyone else imprisoned here.]

WHAT THE HELL WAS THAT?! WHY CAN'T I PUNCH THROUGH?!

-GET SHIRTY-

[You know, considering he spent some time on the lam, maybe brushing up on some of his disguise work might not be such a bad idea. After all, he was technically a corsair which meant he might need to be a little less...outwardly obnoxious? Either way, it sounded like a good way to kill a day and something fun to boot.]

Okay, so...we gotta switch clothes and just act like one another? Seems easy to me.

[Already unfastening the long periwinkle blue, sleeveless coat he wears, Darin turns to whoever is unfortunate to be accompanying this 6'3" wall of smithing muscle.]

What are you waiting for? We gotta change.

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[Cid, already used to being taken in a number of times not that long ago, just kind of went along with it and only once in his cell was able to read the note left to him: The list is endless, but this should be easy for you, shouldn't it?

Should he feel flattered or concerned that his "reputation" is becoming more well known... Well, when one used to have a high profile bounty on one's head, he supposes that would do it. In any case, it doesn't take much for Cid to realize his magic is sealed, but that's no matter for him. Instead he just looks around, noting the cell's structure and what he could possibly use before he hears Darin in the cell opposite him and just arches a brow before calling out to him.]

I'd conserve your strength if I were you.

I don't have a choice in the matter, apparently!

[Darin barks back before he recognizes the very recognizable voice that belongs to Cid.]

You got picked up too, Old Man? What for this time? Was it for that ugly hat in your poster?

[He just laughs at that as he leans casually against the bars.]

I seem to have quite the list, but according to this little note, I dare say I'm being challenged.

I ripped mine up. Apparently I got arrested for loud hair. Second time in my life I was picked up because of my hair and both times it was for bogus charges. If this is a challenge, they picked the wrong damn smith.

[Darin sounds incredibly annoyed and the sounds of his heavy boots can be heard as he paces back and forth in his cell.]

You're taking this pretty well.

Well not the first time I've found myself behind bars and wearing lovely anti-magic bracelets.

[A shakes of his wrists for the long chains to clink.]

Though at least these allow more hand movement than the wooden shackles back in my world.

"Wooden shackles?" Why wood? Iron would be more sturdy.

[Darin huffs and examines his cell. He'll be damned if he's gonna be locked away on trumped up charges. He's used to operating without his strength, he should be able to figure this out.]

[First thing's first: he examines the hinges of the door to his cell. It's either remove the door via the hinges or find some way to shatter the lock.]

Sounds like you're used to this. Any tips? Last time I got picked up I didn't actually make it to a jail cell.

It was a bit of both really, the wood part was just a frame to hinder your movements.

[And Cid is just...casually watching.]

As for tips, well. Got plenty. Digging, makeshift lockpick, test the bars if they've rusted and weakened. For something more advanced but risky, make enough noise to have a guard come by and trick them into entering the cell for you or another person to subdue them.

Haven't seen any guards since I came to so I'm starting to think they forgot about us.

[Darin spots the hinges and...they're on the outside. Great.]

[He heaves a sigh of annoyance and looks around his cell. There was his bed; a sturdy wooden frame with...not much else. But he could use that. He makes his way over and starts to break down the frame. He might not have his super strength, but a lifetime of working in the forge and training under a knight captain has given him more than enough muscle to break wood.]

[He brings one of the larger, sturdier pieces of the frame over to the door and drives it under the metal near the stone at an angle, creating a fulcrum. He can't reach the hinges but he might be able to lift the door enough that they pop out of the hinges.]

[Time to find out.]

I prefer something a bit...more...technical.

[He wrenches the door up once, twice, thrice...and the snap of metal rings out as the hinges, rusted from lack of maintenance, snap. The door starts to fall forward, but Darin catches it before it can make a loud enough clatter.]

Like so~

[Cid watches with interest before releasing a low whistle and then a quiet clap of his hands.]

Well done, lad. Mix of brain and brawn is always the best method I find.

Yeah, well...I'm more than just a pair of well-defined arms.

[He sets the cell door aside and brings his makeshift fulcrum over to Cid's cell.]

Shall I do the honors or do you want to puzzle this one out yourself?

[A grin.]

Who's to say I haven't already?

[And just a knowing look at him. Yes, he sure did have Darin get himself out first so that he can get Cid.]

If you would be so kind.

[And stepping back to give him room.]

[From this side of the door, Darin can easily get to the hinges and all it takes is a few well-placed strikes to break them. Once the door starts to fall forward, Darin catches it and sets it aside.]

We really need to stop meeting like this, by the way. I'd really prefer getting a drink than being tossed in a jail.

[He chuckles at that as he steps through the opening with a word of thanks.]

Perhaps after our successful escape, eh? Which we'll need to be quick about before the next patrol comes through.

Yeah, about that. Fair warning? These weird shackles or bracelets or whatever are keeping me from using my usual abilities. I can still fight but...well, don't expect me to be leaping any long distances.

They also took my tools and my sword. I need those back.

[Hmmm.]

Not a problem. A break from using your abilities is good exercise. As for our weapons... I wager they'll be locked up in a storeroom. Usually they're closer to the guards so they can have a hand should they need an extra weapon...

Suppose we'll have to make do and "borrow" a few first before regaining ours.

[Darin nods in agreement.]

Alright then, first thing's first. We knock out some unlucky guards, take their gear, then look for the storeroom. After that, we get the hell out of here.

[Darin moves to the nearest corner and peeks around to make sure the coast is clear. He's not the stealthiest man, but he's at least taking this seriously.]

Any idea where we even are? This doesn't seem like Eltrut.

Unfortunately I had a sack over my head, but was fortunate enough that it wasn't onion. Think it had apples.

[A small scoff as he peers with him before glancing behind and then moving forward, feeling quite at ease roaming through these prison halls.]

Given that I was on a ship, it must be some island they use to hold their prisoners. Make sense—wouldn't want your hardened criminals near the general populace.

[So far so good...though the other cells being empty is a bit eerie. Was it part of the ploy to have just the two of them together? Though perhaps in their favor or they would have to deal with the clamor of others who would love to see their asses kicked back behind bars.]

And you didn't think to save me one? Cid, I'm hurt.

[He offers the man a playful grin as he motions for him to follow. So far so good...it's clear.]

So we need to add commandeering a ship to the list of things we need to do. Shouldn't be too hard.

[Though getting through without causing a ruckus might be harder.]

...Hey, if this is some sort of prison island...they'd need a place to house the guards, right? A barracks or something...

[He looks at him for a moment.]

Aye, just a matter of finding it. What are you thinking?

We wander around looking like this, it won't be long before we're spotted. We could make a mad dash for the ship but I can't imagine one is just going to be sitting there ready to set sail. And finding one unmanned? It'll just take more time than we have to prep it.

[Darin was raised in a port town and he knows his way around most ships.]

But, if we find a barracks we can find some uniforms. We act like we're wanted back in Eltrut, find a ship with a small crew. Then, when we're in the shallows, we send 'em packing and take the ship back ourselves.

Hell, I don't know how paladins do things here but if there's a guard house, we can find some old paperwork. Make it look official.

[As he listens, the grin he wears broadens into a wider smile until his eyes shine.]

Clever plan. Aye, that would work better in our favor, and with this prison as large as it is, a disguise is better than wandering around as we are. It would be easier if we took down a few guards and steal what they wear, but bit more effort and risk the noise. So I say we try your plan.

If we have to drop one or two, we can. We just need to make sure it's absolutely necessary.

[Darin tries to creep as well as he can, but at 6'3" and well-muscled, his steps aren't as light as he'd like them to be.]

[It takes some time, but fortunately the barracks is close to the prison. They just need to pass through an open yard to get there.]

...Not a fan of how open this place is.

[He's not much taller than Cid, so he knows that feeling. But their first challenge...]

Especially when they have those sentries there.

[A nod up to the walls where a few figures could be seen.]

A distraction would be nice, but a tall order... And not much coverage I can see. Should we try to find another way to go around?

[Darin crosses his arms. Creating a distraction was going to be their best bet but it would have to be big enough to draw the guards attention away from the clearing. Going around would take longer and they'd run the risk of encountering more guards. In a case like this minimizing the time they're exposed would mean their greatest chance of success.]

[With no gear, no tools, and no powers, Darin was at the most extreme of disadvantages.]

Another way around would take too long and there's no guarantee we'll even find anything...

[Come on, Darin. Think...there had to be a way. There didn't seem like there were that many sentries. Considering the shackles on their wrists and how it stripped them of their abilities, the guard presence didn't need to be especially heavy.]

...Wait.

[Darin kneels and takes grabs a loose stone. He does a quick scratching of the yard layout and marks where the sentries are then draws conical shapes signifying fields of view.]

[He picks up some loose stones, five or six in hand, light enough to be thrown a fair distance.]

...How good of a shot are you?

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[Cid is also trying to puzzle this one out, but it looks Darin has cooked up an idea. Looking at the diagram a bit impressed, he then looks at the stones... And then grins, thinking he may have an idea of what he's thinking of.]

A fling levin bolts for a living, I'd say my throwing arm is better than most.

great escape

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LMAO ONE BACKSLASH RUINED MY TAG

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