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Searching High and Low - Part 2 (Day 4, Early Afternoon)
OOC: Joint Post from Winters, Wandering Wolf and Sail
Yazmina had been ‚Ä¶ less than cooperative. A smashed vase, a broken chair and three escape attempts later and they had moved her into a more remote location. To be Yazmina was no warrior women but much to her satisfaction she had been more or let wrangling angry cat. Bitch had claws so she made them pay for every inch! So here she was ‚Ä¶ a cuff on her ankle fettered to the wall.
The accommodation where rather simple and drafty in spite of the fire. The companion was dressed warmly and sensibly, wrapped in a blanket for good measure. Yaz was not one to give up but she was patient and a well educated women. So like every strategist wrote she plotted and bided her time and waited.
So imagine her surprise at the sudden windfall of a feminin voice outside her door! A NUN to boot!
Yaz nearly fell out of her chair her tablet clattering on the floor. ‚ÄúHere! Help! Sister!‚ÄĚ The companion yelled stretching the chain as close to the door as she could get.
A voice inside! It didn‚Äôt sound like Gill or Haddie, but that didn‚Äôt matter. Her slender hands tugged hard on the handle, willing it to give way. It was a rudimentary clasp lock, a single iron rod barring the door from the inside. Due to either being intentionally locked or lack of use Ly couldn‚Äôt force the rod mechanism to raise. After a moment of struggling Lyen looked to Dorian to see if he may have another idea of how to get through the door.
‚ÄúHold on, we‚Äôre coming in!‚ÄĚ she called through the door. ‚ÄúDorian, any ideas?‚ÄĚ
Adler tried the latch, forcing the door to rattle as he worked it. ‚ÄúNothin‚Äô like brute force,‚ÄĚ he finally said. The medic lifted a leg. He kicked hard, slamming the boot heel into the simple lock. Once...twice...three times he kicked. The lock remained stubbornly in place, but the door planking was collapsing from it‚Äôs worn frame by the last heel strike. ‚ÄúOne...more,‚ÄĚ he grunted, crashing into the splintered door with a shoulder. This time, the fractured entry gave way, splintered remnants swinging noisily open on rusted hinges. The persistent lock, however, remained fixed in the jam.
‚ÄúGood hardware,‚ÄĚ Adler said absently as Lyen lead the way into the cabin.
Yazmina back away from the door as she hear boots heel striking the door. From her side she could plainly see the latch would outlask the frame! The loud clatter of the hinges tearing off and the broken door was louder than she expected when it hit the floor.
She couldt help but give a sigh of relief as she saw the sister and ‚Ä¶ her ‚Ä¶ friend? Framing the entrance. She didn‚Äôt care she was seizing the opportunity! ‚ÄúSweet merciful budda!‚ÄĚ She sighed under her breath. This nightmare was almost over!
The cabin inside was nicer than the outside but still rather simple and bare bones. It only make Yazmina elegance contrast more starkly. ‚ÄúThank goodness ‚Ä¶ I‚Äôm being held hostage here.‚ÄĚ She explained. ‚ÄúI might have gotten out sooner exect ... ‚Äú she wave the chain that snaked from her her foot to the wall. ‚Äú... I am somewhat tethered.‚ÄĚ
Ly took in the room, Dorian on her heels. The woman she‚Äôd heard was indeed shackled to the cabin, but she didn‚Äôt quite know what to make of her.
‚ÄúSo it would seem,‚ÄĚ he nodded, studying the chain‚Äôs base. The ankle from which it hung was quite lovely as it disappeared into an elaborate, yet tastefully apportioned gown. The woman was exotic, enticing...and well in control of the message she exuded. ‚ÄúCompanion, per chance?‚ÄĚ he asked as he pulled his eyes once more to the study of her freedom.
Yazmina gave a wry smile and chuckled. ‚ÄúThat obvious?‚ÄĚ
Dorian smirked. ‚ÄúCompanions and nuns of her order,‚ÄĚ he replied as he hiked a thumb toward Lyen. ‚ÄúMost graceful creatures in tha ‚Äėverse. Ah‚Äôm Dorian,‚ÄĚ he introduced himself. ‚ÄúShe‚Äôs Sistah Lyen. Not tah be ovahly nosy, but what is it lands yah chained up in the middle of nowhere?‚ÄĚ
As she answered, he remembered the tools on the front porch. He excused himself, stepping out to reconnoiter what they had with which to set her free.
Though the nun didn‚Äôt have any particular reason to distrust anyone, she found Dorian‚Äôs questions interesting in the least. ‚ÄúWho would do such a thing?‚ÄĚ She was worried that whomever had done this could have done the same to Haddie and Gill.
‚ÄúFunny story. My former client thinks we are soulmates. So I kindly rejected that notion as gently as I could. Then I rejected less kindly and I was about book passage off planet when ‚Ä¶‚ÄĚ Yaz waved at the cabin. ‚Äú... he dove into the deep end of a pool with no water.‚ÄĚ She said dryly.
‚ÄúYazmina.‚ÄĚ She said introducing herself to her rescuers.
Dorian returned with what passed for tools...a rusty pry bar, a woodchopping axe, and a few hand tools of questionable use. He crossed the room toward the mounting eye that held the chain fast. ‚ÄúWell, Miss Yazmina,‚ÄĚ the medic said, ‚Äúunless yah know of a key fah tha lock on that cuff, we‚Äôre gonna have tah do a little work.‚ÄĚ After jamming the pry bar under the eye‚Äôs base, he used the axe as a hammer to drive the bar more deeply. Dorian grabbed the pry bar. Pressing a bootheel to the wall for leverage, he began to haul upon the source of the woman‚Äôs entrapment.
‚ÄúOh I know where the key is and if I tell you you might project vomit.‚ÄĚ Yaz said with an eye role as she watched the man work. The wood groaning and cracking under his labor Yazmina couldn‚Äôt help but feel butterfly at her impending freedom.
After a moment‚Äôs incredulity over the fact she knew the whereabouts of a key, Dorian resumed heaving on the bar. ‚ÄėConsiderin‚Äô tha next step involves me tryin tah break tha chain with that axe, Ah‚Äôd suggest yah run tha risk with mah gag reflex. Where is tha key?‚ÄĚ he asked.
‚ÄúIn my ‚Äėsoulmate‚Äôs‚Äô pocket. You know, next to his heart followed by awful, awful, limericks about future children and such.‚ÄĚ She said pinching the bridge of her nose.
He cocked an eyebrow. After a glance shard with Lyen, Dorian gave one final heave on the pry bar. The eye and it‚Äôs threaded bolts finally tore free of the wall with a splintering crash. ‚ÄúAh can‚Äôt take all tha chain,‚ÄĚ he said as he tested the weight of the plump metal links, ‚Äúbut we might manage tah take a few feet off...make tha ride less uncomfortable. Which begs tha question...where we takin‚Äô yah, ma‚Äôam?‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúI can make it work.‚ÄĚ She winked. ‚ÄúBack to town. I have bone to pick ‚Ä¶ and lock. Which also begs the question. What are you and a NUN doing out here?‚ÄĚ She asked
It was providential that they had found this cabin in the woods, but Yazmina‚Äôs question jogged Ly to their task at hand. ‚ÄúWe‚Äôre searching for two lost children, a boy about fifteen and a quiet girl of nine. We‚Äôve been searching since last night.‚ÄĚ Her face grew sober. ‚ÄúI‚Äôm sorry to hear the circumstances which brought you here, but if you can delay, we really must keep looking for Gill and Haddie.‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúHis kids?‚ÄĚ Yaz said ticking her head to the kind gentleman working on shortening the chain. ‚ÄúI haven‚Äôt seen or heard much but of course my business can wait. I‚Äôm not chained to a wall anymore so color me thrilled!‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúWe thank yah patience,‚ÄĚ the Doc said as he eyed the run down little table. Not perfect, he thought of the situation, but it beats mah performin‚Äô a field amputation. He pulled the table to the center of the room, then placed a single chair alongside it. ‚ÄúMiss Yazmina,‚ÄĚ Dorian said to the released hostage, ‚Äúkindly place yah bound foot on tha seat.‚ÄĚ
Once the Companion‚Ä¶.and was she ever stunning‚Ä¶.lifted her foot into place, Dorian laid the chain across the tabletop. ‚ÄúNow, Sistah,‚ÄĚ he regarded his friend and confidant, ‚Äúif yah‚Äôll grab hold an‚Äô pull it tight. Just taut,‚ÄĚ he said to both women, ‚Äúso it won‚Äôt jump around when Ah strike. It‚Äôs not a tug of war.‚ÄĚ
"Alright Mister Dorian. We fine ladies await your Herculean strike!" Yaz said the Nun helping keep the chain taut.
‚ÄúAh wouldn‚Äôt,‚ÄĚ the medic quipped. ‚ÄúIf yah knew how many years it was since Ah swung an axe.‚ÄĚ
As both women stretched the chain across the table, Dorian set the blade upon his intended target. ‚ÄúJust one question, Miss Yazmina,‚ÄĚ Dorian lifted the blade high over his head. As he swung, it grazed the ceiling, coming down to bounce awkwardly from a spot some good ten inches from his goal.
‚ÄúTry that again,‚ÄĚ he said a bit sheepishly. ‚ÄúYah mentioned a ‚Äėsoulmate.‚Äô Where is he just now? Is he liable tah return?‚ÄĚ Adler swung again. This time, he was a good deal closer, but his self conscious overcorrection caused the blade to once again bounce harmlessly from the chain.
‚ÄúRobust,‚ÄĚ he said, mildly flustered with his lack of success.
‚ÄúDorian,‚ÄĚ Lyen said, ‚ÄúMay I?‚ÄĚ As the axe changed hands Lyen steadied the blade on the chain link. Ten years in the monastery had developed many talents, as time was no object. Zen archery had been one that Lyen took to gleefully (as gleefully as a nun could). With a breath out, visualizing her target, she opened herself to the ‚ÄėVerse. Raising the blade, she held the tail of the handle before dropping in a swift strike. The link gave up the ghost and Yazmina was free of the extra shackles.
Ly rested the axe head on the ground with a serene smile on her face.
Dorian blinked. He looked at Lyen. He looked at the axe. He looked at the cleanly split chain. He looked at Lyen once more. ‚ÄúRemind me,‚ÄĚ he said at last, ‚Äútah nevah leave tha boat without yah.‚ÄĚ As Yazmina collected herself, he stepped to the shattered doorway. ‚ÄúShall we?‚ÄĚ he asked, inviting the pair to exit for the waiting horses. ‚ÄúMiss Yazmina,‚ÄĚ he politely acknowledged her as she stepped through to freedom. However, the quiet mirth in Lyen‚Äôs eyes could not go unobserved. ‚ÄúSistah Borden‚Ä¶‚ÄĚ
‚ÄúWhat?‚ÄĚ Ly asked incredulously, ‚ÄúWhen you‚Äôre a nun there‚Äôs plenty of time to learn the art of Zen archery. I‚Äôd say the same basic principles apply,‚ÄĚ she added, nodding.
‚ÄúSister. I am impressed.‚ÄĚ Yaz said with a nod of approval. ‚ÄúYes, let us go find the lost children!‚ÄĚ