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Post by Shogun Liquid© on Nov 17, 2008 22:36:19 GMT -5
The Cavalerie building is a four floor very large and very ornate military school for officers. It is one of the few areas in Paris which has not been over run by zombies, mostly because this is where the French Police have decided to make a stand.
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Post by Taylor Fote on Mar 21, 2010 12:09:20 GMT -5
Taylor surveyed the area in front of them. Strangely, fresh air seemed present through most of it. As the three of them moved through, Fote started hearing something. "Stop." He whispered harshly, listening intently. Voices. They echoed off the walls, thick French voices. If it was English, Taylor might have been able to pick them up, but he wasn't too confident in his French.
Fote turned to leaned down to whisper to Emily. It wasn't like before, that he was bending down because shes a child. This time, it was so she could hear him without him having to speak at full volume. He spoke in French "Emily, do you think you can pick out what they're saying?"
Taylor didn't know what they were listening to. He knew that there were humans, and quite a few of them. But that suspicious person, that arms deal could be right here. Fote didn't want to walk right into it without any knowledge of wheter of not they were friends or foes. French Police, or virus dealing terrorists. Hoepfully Emily could pick out what they were saying, and they could go from there.
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Post by Escachick357 on Mar 23, 2010 3:00:26 GMT -5
Emily paused, out of breath, but still aware of where she was. Some of the voices sounded familiar, but most of the others were unfamiliar to her. It was difficult in the beginning to pick out where exactly the voices were coming from, but she was able to tell what was being said. It was an argument amongst a few men, the number of men was unknown.
She nodded and leaned in closer to the direction of the sound when she found it where it was coming from. She didn't understand most of what was being said in the conversations, but got the gist of what was being talked about. She turned back to Taylor and said in a serious voice, "They are talking about what to do about the monsters. I do not understand their methods, but I believe they are not going to hurt us. I know some of those voices and they would not hurt me so we are safe here."
Her body suddenly felt a bit dizzy. "I'm sorry, but I need to sit down for a moment." she said before walking to a nearby bench and sitting down and taking deep breaths. After a few minutes, her body started feeling better. She would be alright for a while after that, but she knew that she would have to tell the truth of what was really wrong with her.
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Post by Taylor Fote on Mar 23, 2010 18:28:08 GMT -5
When Emily went to sit down and appeared to gasp for air, Taylor felt his hand go to the med kid he had on his back, but he hesitated. 'I should ask her first.' Fote thought, walking towards her 'She might already know something I wouldn't be able to find'
Taylor had been happy, if even a little leary, to hear the voices were friendly. It would be good to have some more backup in case BOWs were walking in behind them. He and Spina could probably take most the city could throw at them, but it never hurt to have backup.
He glanced over at Spina, at the corner of the room the men would be in, but Jack was looking back at Emily as well. Taylor sat down next to her, speaking in French. "Emily, are you sure your gonna be okay?" he wanted to see if she'd tell him what was wrong without him having to ask directly. If she tried to shrug it off, Fote would press. They wouldn't move on without knowing what was going on with their own group. Taylor had grown close to the girl through their minimal communication, and he didn't want to leave her behind. But if the French police up ahead were willing to take her, Fote would make the desicion that would keep her the safest.
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Post by Escachick357 on Mar 26, 2010 5:24:54 GMT -5
Emily nodded as soon as the dizziness went away. Without standing up, she took a deep breath and revealed what was really wrong with her. "There's nothing you can do for me. The doctors said I have lieukemia and that I'll die before I turn sixteen. Before I met you in the Pantheon, I ran away from the hospital." It felt good to get the little secret off her chest, but it worried her to do so because Taylor would probably feel that she was too weak to help out with anything.
"I apologize for not telling you sooner, but I didn't feel that it was necessary to tell you." she added. She stood up finally to show that she was well enough to still move around.
Slowly, Emily moved towards the voices of the police and listened more carefully. Her face paled more when she listened to what they were saying. "I do not know if they are going to be of any help. Their ideas are starting to get dangerous. Some are requesting that the police open the doors and lock the creatures in these buildings to stop the others. They may want to use live bait and it sounds like there is little opposing the idea."
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Post by Taylor Fote on Mar 26, 2010 12:45:02 GMT -5
Taylor felt an inward turn of his stomach. Leukemia. Fote understood now while she seemed....frail. He figured there wasn't anything for him to say, and he damn well couldn't just put a bandaid on blood cancer. He understood why she didn't tell them before. The two BSAA agents probably would have sheltered her more than the already had.
Fote figured that he might want to leave Emily with the cops up ahead until he heard that they were considering live bait. They couldn't just contain this virus. When you thought you were safe, it eventually comes back. He had learned that after his escape from Raccoon City. He had thought it was over then.
Taylor sighed, and stuck the SIG in his back holster, but unclipping the holster that held his Beretta, just in case. He turned to Emily and addressed her in French "Listen.......I think the best I can say right now is that I'm sorry." he started, peering into her eyes "But right now, I'm going to go see what I can do for the situation over there." said Taylor, motioning towards the orgin of the voices. "Stay here, Spina will protect you, and if I need it he'll help me too. If shooting starts, duck under the bench."
Fote stood, placing his left hand on the Beretta and walked up to where Spina was standing. "Emily says we might have some less than sane locals over here. I'm gonna see if I can do anything about it. If I yell or theres shooting, give me some backup."Spina wordlessly nodded and tightened the grip on the M1911.
Taylor took a deep breath and bellowed "Friendly coming in!" once in English and then again in French before stepping around the corner, ready to draw.
There was a group of people all huddled in the middle of the chamber. There were several uniformed men standing around a circle of civilians, they were talking about an idea that Fote could indeed tell was crazy. The police whipped around and drew their weapons, and the people seemed to panic briefly. A short, frog like cop stepped forward, still pointing the pistol at Fote's face. He spoke with a thick French accent "What are you doing here?!"
Taylor spoke slowly and calmly, carefully selecting his French "I'm with the BSAA. We've recieved reports of a suspicious character around this building, and we think he might lead us to an arms deal that could be occuring in the city." He recited his mission just like had always been taught, both in the Rangers and the BSAA. Fote only gave them what they needed to know.
The people looked at each other nervously, and at the police who had started to lower the weapons. Froggy on the other hand was still pointing the handgun at Taylor. "There was no person and there is no arms deal. Leave now."
Fote frowned. 'Stubborn cop. Great.' "Maybe there is no arms deal and this whole thing is a flop, but I still need somewhere safe to stay, at least for now."
Froggy cocked the hammer on the gun. "Not here."
Another cop stepped towards Froggy "Gusto, you can't just turn them away!"
Gusto turned and looked at the other officer "Pierre you don't know what is best. I am responsible for these people!"
Taylor slowly moved towards Frogman, moving slowly enough so that he wouldn't be heard. This situation had to be ended now before someone was killed. He focused completely on the form of Gusto, the gun still outstretched toward Fote as he addressed Pierre. Taylor was on him now. He grabbed the arm that held the gun and turned it sideways, Froggy turning around in surprise. Fote then grabbed his wrist wih his other hand, yanking it down and around as the handgun fell out of his hand. He snatched up the gun and stepped back, it in his waistband.
He turned towards the other cop "So Pierre, I guess your in charge now." he said in French, hoping the situation wouldn't degenerate any further.
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Post by Escachick357 on Apr 4, 2010 4:26:59 GMT -5
(in this post, all the conversations are going to be spoken in French, so I will not color Emily's words)
Emily felt bad about Taylor's apology. It wasn't like it was his fault that she was so sick. He didn't cause her to get lieukemia. It wasn't his fault that her body wasn't responding to chemotherapy and that she now had a death sentence. She blamed all of her feelings on the current situation upon herself. It sounded like she was expecting sympathy and she sounded as if she would be of no help.
Like back in the Pantheon, when she was told to hide and be protected, she quietly followed Taylor as he left, ignoring Spina as he tried to grab her and hold her back. By walking slowly, she muffled her footsteps and by the time she made it over to where Taylor was, he had a pistol aimed at his face. The girl let out a small gasp and stood out in the open and watched what happened next.
Although Gusto was quickly disarmed, Emily still felt uneasy around these men, or at least the short, plump one. At first, before she could see the men, she could swear that she heard a neighbor of hers, one of the men that fled with his family to Greece after the first outbreak before she was born. However, when she followed Taylor and actually got to see them, none of the voices fit. She didn't know any of them. It reminded her of one of the last lessons she learned at school before her fateful last visit to the hospital.
There are many voices in the world and even more people, so there will be instances where multiple people will have the same voice. It is something unavoidable and has caused people from around to injure other innocent people because they mistook the innocent person's voice for someone that hurt them either physically or psychologically. Some people try to make their own voices different by giving themselves different accents or by having operations on their vocal chords. Doing this could cause damage to a person by rendering them unable to speak and trouble with breathing... Madame LeBeau's voice echoed through Emily's head.
"You brought a child with you...and a Ryan at that!" Another male voice shouted in French. Though the voice was aimed at Taylor, his finger was pointed at Emily.
Emily forced a friendly smile upon her face as she looked at the well-built man of average height. "Hello, Mr. Pruitte." she said happily. Doing what she had just done was not easy. When she hoped earlier to find someone she knew, she was hoping for a friend of her family's, a family member, or at least one of her nice neighbors. Henri Pruitte was a neighbor of hers, but he was the last living person she wanted to meet up with. Every time something went wrong, he blamed others for it even if the problem was his fault. Last fall, a gust of wind blew leaves from a tree in her family's yard into his, and he came to her home screaming and had the police called on the Ryan family.
"Why did you bring her here? She is going to be nothing but a burden on everyone here." Mr. Pruitte asked with a huff.
"I am not so useless!" Emily shouted quickly. Her smile was now gone from her face. "I managed to survive on the streets before making it here and the Pantheon. I know that there are plenty of other things I can do to help out."
"It doesn't matter! There is nothing that a little girl can do to help. You will only be in the way and I will not sit here and be forced to listen to a whiny little brat who--" Pruitte shouted.
"That's enough, Henri. We are going to protect the citizens of France and she may have some use to us." Pierre's voice stopped Pruitte.
Emily smiled when the mouth of Pruitte finally closed and did not open again. She had faith in herself to survive and help others and if Pierre had faith in Emily, he would not force her to stay hidden in the Cavalerie.
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Post by Taylor Fote on Apr 5, 2010 17:01:09 GMT -5
Taylor wanted to be stern with Emily, but he found himself shaking his head with a grin on his face. This little girl had some guts, and Taylor admired that. And when the other man had started talking about Emily's family, he had been ready to cross the room and knock him down, but Emily once again proved she could handle herself.
Fote looked back to Pierre. He found himself liking the guy, admiring the good inside him, even with the circumstances. He spoke in French, picking up a better accent from listening to all the French around him. "I was just wondering, have you heard or seen anything around here that seemed suspicious?" he asked with an inquisitive face "I mean, aside from the walking dead shambling around outisde."
As he waited for Pierre to answer, he turned around and gave a sharp whistle, Spina coming from behind cover weapon raised. "Don't sweat it, for the most part we have it all under control."
Gusto's eyes widened when he saw Spina, obviously not happy that there were three new people in "his" Cavalerie. "Whats the situation?" asked Spina, lowering the weapon but not holstering it.
Fote shrugged and said "I'm about to find out." before turning back to Pierre.
"We started hearing gunfire a while ago, and then silence." he said in French, and Taylor figured it was probably them fighting the chimera, but there was still the noise of gunfire they had heard before "and before you came, we heard more noises, they went around the front, heading for the back."
Taylor nodded his head and looked back at Jim. He was in charge, and in the long run it was up to him. Spina seemed to fly through a series of rapid thoughts before nodding. Jim motioned Taylor over to him. He turned to Pierre, and pointing at Gusto, said "Keep an eye on him."
Fote then came over to where Spina had motioned, and they started a low conversation. "I don't feel right about bringing Emily with us." Spina said, looking at Taylor with an intense expression on his face.
Taylor nodded slowly, agreeing. A weapons deal was no place for a 13 year old girl. But he had some reservations. "Yeah, neither do I," started Taylor, glancing back at the group "But she said these guys were getting kind of crazy back there before we got here. I don't feel right about that either."
Jim kept his face placid, glancing as Taylor had done over at the group. "Did you hear them say anything?" he asked, looking intently into Fote's eyes.
Taylor squinted at him slightly while he answered "No, they were talking too fast for me to pick up, but Emily translated for me."
Spina shifted his weight to his other foot "Well, we don't know for sure if they meant to do anything. And its awfully convenient that Emily'll probably stick with us if these guys seem unstable."
Fote gritted his teeth, not wanting to speak out rashly, but it happened anyway. "That girl has came this far and survived a Chimera." strangely, Taylor didn't feel mad as he said this " And she wouldn't lie to us, not after that."
Jim nodded, to Taylor's surprise. "I agree. And we can't know the sanity of these people either. We'll bring her with us."
Taylor wasn't sure how Jim was gonna react to his comment, but apparently he had the same respect for Emily that he did. Taylor turned back to the group, winking at Emily. "Alright now, lets see a little democracy from its place of orgin." he said in French, glancing at the faces in the outer edge of the room. "Who wants this guy to be in charge?" asked Fote, pointing at Gusto. Emily's old neighbor and a few more people raised their hands. "And who wants him?" while pointing at Pierre. Most of the room raised their hands.
"Alright, its settled, Pierre is in charge." said Fote, pulling Gusto's gun and giving it to him. "Give that back to him when you think is best."
Pierre thanked him and turned away, speaking in rapid French with some people who were asking him even quicker questions. Fote walked over to Emily "Your with us." he said in English, pointing to himself and Spina. As soon as she acknowledged that, they would set off towards the back of the Cavalerie, where more creatures, or the ones spreading them, were waiting.
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Post by Escachick357 on May 30, 2010 5:35:51 GMT -5
Emily smiled when she found out she was able to go with the group. For a moment, she felt like sticking her tongue out at Mr. Pruitte as if she was a child, but stopped herself after remembering that now was not the time for her to act like a child. Never once, that she could remember, had she ever acted in such a manner in front of people, even when she was very small and living in Greece.
"Gotcha!" she said in perfect English with an optimistic tone. Her hands still clutched the taser gun that was given to her back at the Pantheon.
She could tell that Taylor was still unsure if he should take her along with him, but she was glad that he allowed her to work with him. If she stayed alone, she would wonder what happened to her family. Even if she went out into the streets, at least she might have a chance of finding out if they were alright. Something inside told her that they were fine, but then again, the doctors said that she would be safer inside the hospital.
Emily didn't have much of a hard time worrying about seeing Papa and Jack again. Both were a part of the police force and the military. Their families were usually always first priority. Mama and Andre were also probably safe from the attacks and somebody probably went to help her at the hospital and if she was not there, they would simply leave. It was better that way.
Emily looked down at the taser in her hands. It helped a little with the chimera, but with monsters coming around all over the place, it did not seem like it would be very helpful. After a while, something like it could end up dying on her and she would be left over with nothing more than a simple prop. If she was to be of a good help, she needed to have a secondary weapon that would have to make do.
Her eyes wandered around the room for something of some use. Most of the men seemed to have guns. If she was able to have some time with a shooting range, she could use a gun with ease without wondering how things would work. She could probably handle a gun at the moment, but there would be no guarantees that she could hit all of the targets. She watched earlier how Taylor and Spina fired their guns. They just aimed and pulled the trigger and the targets went down. She could do that although it would take more shots than needed.
Something caught her eye on a nearby table. Laying on top of inches of dust was a knife. Emily picked it up and looked it over. It was light, about six inches long, and was sharp enough. It looked as if it was a good enough item...if her enemy was small and within extremely close range of her, which was not likely going to happen. Nearby, she noticed two more items that could help with that: rope and a broom.
While fighting with a broom felt like possibly the worst thing that she could fight with, it wasn't exactly what she was going to use. The only part that was needed was the stick, which was remarkably thicker than the normal broom and only a few inches taller than her own body. A few years ago, back in Greece, Mama used to remove her brooms from the stucks by twisting them to the left and that's how Emily was going to get her own stick this time.
With very little difficulty, Emily unscrewed the broomstick from the handle. Part one was complete. Part two would be a little more difficult. Emily had to lean the stick against the table in order to get close enough to tie the handle of the knife to the end with the rope. It took a little bit of time but when she was done, she had herself a makeshift spear. It could cut from a distance and she could use her dancing skills to move with it until she got something that was easier to use.
She continued to smile and nodded her head at Spina, Taylor, and Pierre. She was more than ready to go out and fight to protect the people of France. All she had to do was wait for the orders.
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Post by Taylor Fote on May 4, 2011 17:14:57 GMT -5
Taylor smiled at Emily and her makeshift spear, once again surprised by her ingenuity and simultaneously beating himself up for it. The little girl had more than proven her ability to make the best of this nightmare. If any kid could hold her own in this situation, it was Emily.
Spina kept glancing around at the people seated around the room. Fote spied some type of look in his eyes, but he couldn't place what it was. He heard him talking into his radio, and he attempted searching for the channel on his own but heard nothing but static. Spina walked over to him, peering back at the people before looking back at Fote. "I think we'll have better luck if you take Emily and go." Spina said without blinking "I'm going to stay here and find out as much as I can about this weapons deal."
Taylor raised his eyebrows, a bit taken aback by this plan of action. "Um, were you in the Pantheon just now?" asked Taylor, gesturing back with his thumb "That damned B.O.W. almost ripped all of us a collective new one, and you want to split up?"
Spina nodded, seeming to accept Fote's view. "I'm not disagreeing with you. But I've got command in my ear telling me this would be the right course of action, and I agree." Spina didn't look away from Fote's eyes.
Fote nodded, pushing his lips together inwardly as he looked back at Emily, still holding her spear. As much as he hated to admit it, it made sense. Taylor could understand her, and he could protect her. He also had the medical know-how to deal with Emily's condition. "Alright Spina, your the boss." Fote said with a nod "I'll go break the news to Emily. You might want to say something before we go."
Taylor started approaching Emily before turning over his shoulder "Good luck!" he said, just loud enough for his voice to carry slightly. He slowly walked over to Emily and smiled at her. Fote scanned her young face, confident and ready for anything. 'This kid...' he thought before speaking in French. "Alright Em, Jack has decided that he should stay here and help out these people. So from here on out, it's just you and me." Taylor winked and added in English "It's alright though, I thought he was starting to cramp our style anyway."
He looked over to Spina and started speaking to Emily in French again. "I think he would like you to say goodbye before we go."
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