175 She is Indeed Stuck (1/2)
Bobble offered up the metal cup to Quinn, straining a bit. Quinn bent down to accept it. At this point, Christian and Ayva clearly saw his action, and began making their way around the perimeter.
Quinn nodded his thanks to Bobble as he began speaking into the metal cup.
”Hello? Robin? Are you there? Is that you?”
”Wait...-ld on...The ph....-it far away...” Came back through the receiver. Quinn understood, and waited a bit.
”Okay! Can you hear me now? Over.” Robin's voice came through the transceiver.
”Roger. I can hear you loud and clear. Over.” Quinn replied.
”Oh thank goodness!” Came back.
Quinn glanced over at Christian, who was running headlong down the length of the perimeter. Then he spoke.
”You're going to want to hold the phone away from you after a minute or two because Christian is on his way. For the sake of brevity, I shall ask the important questions first. over.”
”Understood. Over.” Robin rolled her eyes at the worrywart.
”Are you all right? Over.”
”Never better. just trapped in a stone room. Over.”
”Who did it? Over.”
”The Poisoned Paralytic Idiot Lord Thorn. Over.”
”Did you capture him? Over.”
”He got away via a spacial device disguised as a ring. Took the whole room with him, walls and all. Over.” Robin replied.
”And here he is now....” Quinn smirked as Christian arrived, and took over the phone. He had noticed Quinn talking into the phone with someone and began a lifelike imitation of Gerard's machine gun questioning over the phone.
”Hello? Is that Robin? Are you all right? Did you get hurt? How did the ground collapse? You're not injured are you? Do you know how worried we were!?....”
Quinn shrugged helplessly at Ayva. Then relayed what he had gathered before Christian took over the phone.
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”Did You know how worried we were!?” The voice called from the cup in Robin's hand. She currently sat down upon a stone pillar that had lifted her high enough to reach the other side of the phone.
Despite Christian being over-exaggerated about everything, Robin still listened to his frantic ramblings. She felt warm, as if light had begun to glow from within. It reminded her of how her brother had sometimes scolded her for doing things he considered dangerous.
”....Hello? Why aren't you answering me!?” The cup which Robin was holding away from her ear was almost ringing from the vibration. She smiled a bit helplessly. How could she answer if he continued to ask questions?
”Calm down-” She tried to speak into the phone.
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Chelsea and Liam with the stalking Gerard trailing behind, had travelled to the Fourth Level of the city, where the craftsmen plied their trades. Chelsea led the way the entire time. Finally, she stopped in front of a busy construction company.
”Why are we here, again?” Liam asked.
”We're not here specifically to go in” Chelsea chirped with a knowing smile. She dragged Liam off to the side, around the building. Behind the large sturdy stone tradehouse was a derelict shed made of rotting wood.
”We're going in that?” Liam asked.
”No, hush! I need to orient myself...” Chelsea walked about the shed before she seemed to find the right direction.
”Come along! This way!” She called, as she stepped into the small grove of trees behind the shed. Liam shook his head, but followed after her. Gerard picked up his pace so that he wouldn't lose them.
”Ah, found it!” Chelsea called out as she stood in front of a recently caved in pile of rock and mud.
”And what are you planning to do here?” Liam asked.
”I'm not going to do anything.” Chelsea shook her head. ”But you are going to dig this cave out.”
”You mean you brought me here to dig?” Liam asked, feeling even more confused than before. Chelsea nodded her head, smiling.