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I-N-F-E-S-T-E-D Assignments

Resistance – Rowan

First Assignment

Due; April 24th 2012 {Missed}

Extension; May 3rd 2012

Assignment Objective; Amber will lead the scouting party, and Rowan will join her. This party will cover ALL Numbers on the map. Amber and Rowan's objectives will be to search for a new home/possible areas to shelter.

Assignment Form; Written
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This was only the beginning. The rain, oh, the rain,  it was a downpour never seen before. And it was a young storm. The streets of the Resistance territory were already beginning to flood. Water clogged the gutters and pounded the asphalt  with a deafening roar. Only the brave bordering on stupidity would venture out into the torrent. But the pair of rats sloshing along the street had a purpose. The purpose was spawned from the rain itself. They needed to find a new home for the Resistance, or they would all drown.

This is insanity.Rowan thought to himself as he strode alongside Amber. The Resistance had thirsted for water not days before. The irony of the downpour was nowhere near funny. It was deadly. The ginger fur of the rat clung to his figure, causing him to look defeated. But he pushed his paws to the soaked earth with determination, and refusal to slip up.

After much sloshing and slipping, the duo finally reached some decent shelter. It was sidled up along the edge of Marten's Groceries; a small rocky outcrop, with trees providing some shelter. Water still pooled at their paws and dripped into their fur, but it saved them from the heart of the storm. Rowan and Amber sat for a moment, catching their breath. Finally, Rowan spoke up, eyes on a pool of liquid at his paws.
"I thought we could look along Krin's factory. It's not very well been explored, and the ground seems to rise in a steady slope as we travel that way. Maybe in the forest area nearby the factory there could be some kind of shelter for us?" The Scout suggested, turning his head to look at the Assassin. Amber was the one really in charge of the party of two, but he had the idea scratching at the back of his head for a while. He wanted to get it out there. If Amber refused, he would respect her authority over him. But Amber looked out to the torrent outside, seemed to consider, and then turned he head to look at Rowan.

"We can give it a try. If not, we will look around Langly East." The female didn't ask for his verification, but she needn't to. She was in charge, and Rowan agreed anyhow. So he merely nodded.

After the brief break, Rowan and Amber were off again. The wind had picked up, and it shot wave upon wave of icy rain into their faces. They skirted along whatever shelter they could find, trying to avoid the worst. It was a fruitless attempt, for the wind seemed to follow their every move. So they endured, pushing forward, until they set their sights upon Krin's Factory. Rowan let out a sigh of relief, but the sound was ripped from his lips as soon as it had entered the air. Rowan and Amber dashed, or scrambled, more like, up to the factory, pressing themselves to the side, squeezing their eyes closed and trying to regain what little strength lay kindling within their drenched forms. Rowan was the first to move. He was disgruntled, but wouldn't let the storm overtake him. He grazed a bare tail lightly along Amber's flank in guidance for her, and in security to himself to feel that another being was going through this with him. "Come on!" He had to shout over the rain, and even then it was barely audible. He began to scramble, and finally broke into the forest beyond the old factory. He skidded to a stop in the mud, leaning against a tree with heavy breathing. "Amber?" He asked, squinting through the rain to see if she had followed.
"Here." Amber's voice came from nearby, or else he wouldn't have been able to hear the awe hidden within it.

"Uh…you okay?" He asked, knitting his brows together, trying to puzzle out what she would be so awed about. There wasn't  much to gawk at in the storm, that sensation had passed with a quick step outside. What could it be? Rowan twisted to and fro, trying to find the fellow rat, searching for her dark fur. Instead he found it.

They had run farther than Rowan first thought, for this monument couldn't have been hidden from them so easily if it was nearby the factory. It was tucked away within a crowding of trees quite neatly, blending in with the darkness of the trunks. It was massive, at least to a rat, it was. The building was made of stone blocks, and it tall enough that Rowan was surprised it could hide behind the treetops so easily. It had to be a hundred of the longest weasels, from tail to nose, long, and twice that tall. A large door with chipping black paint stood in the middle, with a large, ragged hole in the bottom left corner. Four windows, two on each side, framed the door, with a half-oval one sitting atop the entrance. The black roof jutted out over a front patio, held up by two columns that seemed to be made of multiple stones. One half of the roof was higher than the other, giving it a lopsided, daunting look. The windows were shattered, all of the roof shingles chipping slowly away. But it held firm and strong, if a little beat down.

"It's perfect." Rowan broke the mull of the rain, snapping out of his awestruck silence. Amber had recovered long before he had, and she was already mounting the porch, tail swishing behind her.

"Follow me." She snapped, not even acknowledging his comment. Rowan blinked, frowning slightly at her harsh tone of voice. But, what were assassins without a little attitude? Rowan  just shrugged it off, and followed her inside.
The inside was just as huge as the exterior. If not, it seemed larger. Rowan was yet again surprised so much space could fit inside the building. Entering through the jagged hole in the door, the pair found themselves in a spacious front room, with desks laying toppled and pictures hanging lopsided on the walls. Whatever humans that lived here before must have left in a scramble. But the Scout could already see his brethren here. He could envision the many furs, with belts and weapons tied to their waists, roaming the room, and otherwise slipping secretly out the door-hole.

"No time for gawking." Amber said in a low voice, already across the room. Rowan hadn't  heard her move, but he followed quickly after, scaling a large staircase with ease, always a few steps behind the female.

They explored. Rowan would stop to gawk, and Amber would, just short of kindly, remind him they needed to move along. Tens of rooms lay nestled within the house, their doors from completely gone to firmly shut. Some excavation may have to be in order, that is, if the Resistance were willing to move here. It was certainly large enough. There was even a room near the top, and it seemed regal enough for the Roi. It would be the master bedroom for the humans, but a room to only tread in with invitation for the rats. Desks, mirrors, pictures, chairs, beds, and all kind of furniture still lay in place in the house. It was abandoned, most likely after the owners discovered of the infestation taking place. They must have fled, belongings the last thing on their mind.

At last, the Scout and Assassin found themselves back in the first room. This was perfect. It was meant for the rats. Rowan waited for the female to speak; To come to a decision, for she was in charge. They had found the kitchen inside, and it was chock-full of supplies and food. It would last them at least as long as the downpours. Even better, it was within their own territory. They would be safe from the weasels. The house was on high ground; it seemed to be built purposely on top of a hill. Even if the rain became unbearable, the most it could do was lap at the base of the hill. Rowan looked on expectantly, but Amber didn't need much consideration.

"I think it's time to go report to the Roi." She said, her eyes hard and certain. Rowan kept a stony-faced expression, but his eyes were bright, and just as hard as Amber's.

"Yes. I think we ought to." He said, and they struck out together, running across the rain-soaked earth toward Empire territory with new determination.

Description
I-N-F-E-S-T-E-D Assignments

Resistance – Rowan

First Assignment

Due; April 24th 2012 {Missed}

Extension; May 3rd 2012

Assignment Objective; Amber will lead the scouting party, and Rowan will join her. This party will cover ALL Numbers on the map. Amber and Rowan's objectives will be to search for a new home/possible areas to shelter.

Assignment Form; Written
______________________________________________________________

This was only the beginning. The rain, oh, the rain,  it was a downpour never seen before. And it was a young storm. The streets of the Resistance territory were already beginning to flood. Water clogged the gutters and pounded the asphalt  with a deafening roar. Only the brave bordering on stupidity would venture out into the torrent. But the pair of rats sloshing along the street had a purpose. The purpose was spawned from the rain itself. They needed to find a new home for the Resistance, or they would all drown.

This is insanity.Rowan thought to himself as he strode alongside Amber. The Resistance had thirsted for water not days before. The irony of the downpour was nowhere near funny. It was deadly. The ginger fur of the rat clung to his figure, causing him to look defeated. But he pushed his paws to the soaked earth with determination, and refusal to slip up.

After much sloshing and slipping, the duo finally reached some decent shelter. It was sidled up along the edge of Marten's Groceries; a small rocky outcrop, with trees providing some shelter. Water still pooled at their paws and dripped into their fur, but it saved them from the heart of the storm. Rowan and Amber sat for a moment, catching their breath. Finally, Rowan spoke up, eyes on a pool of liquid at his paws.
"I thought we could look along Krin's factory. It's not very well been explored, and the ground seems to rise in a steady slope as we travel that way. Maybe in the forest area nearby the factory there could be some kind of shelter for us?" The Scout suggested, turning his head to look at the Assassin. Amber was the one really in charge of the party of two, but he had the idea scratching at the back of his head for a while. He wanted to get it out there. If Amber refused, he would respect her authority over him. But Amber looked out to the torrent outside, seemed to consider, and then turned he head to look at Rowan.

"We can give it a try. If not, we will look around Langly East." The female didn't ask for his verification, but she needn't to. She was in charge, and Rowan agreed anyhow. So he merely nodded.

After the brief break, Rowan and Amber were off again. The wind had picked up, and it shot wave upon wave of icy rain into their faces. They skirted along whatever shelter they could find, trying to avoid the worst. It was a fruitless attempt, for the wind seemed to follow their every move. So they endured, pushing forward, until they set their sights upon Krin's Factory. Rowan let out a sigh of relief, but the sound was ripped from his lips as soon as it had entered the air. Rowan and Amber dashed, or scrambled, more like, up to the factory, pressing themselves to the side, squeezing their eyes closed and trying to regain what little strength lay kindling within their drenched forms. Rowan was the first to move. He was disgruntled, but wouldn't let the storm overtake him. He grazed a bare tail lightly along Amber's flank in guidance for her, and in security to himself to feel that another being was going through this with him. "Come on!" He had to shout over the rain, and even then it was barely audible. He began to scramble, and finally broke into the forest beyond the old factory. He skidded to a stop in the mud, leaning against a tree with heavy breathing. "Amber?" He asked, squinting through the rain to see if she had followed.
"Here." Amber's voice came from nearby, or else he wouldn't have been able to hear the awe hidden within it.

"Uh…you okay?" He asked, knitting his brows together, trying to puzzle out what she would be so awed about. There wasn't  much to gawk at in the storm, that sensation had passed with a quick step outside. What could it be? Rowan twisted to and fro, trying to find the fellow rat, searching for her dark fur. Instead he found it.

They had run farther than Rowan first thought, for this monument couldn't have been hidden from them so easily if it was nearby the factory. It was tucked away within a crowding of trees quite neatly, blending in with the darkness of the trunks. It was massive, at least to a rat, it was. The building was made of stone blocks, and it tall enough that Rowan was surprised it could hide behind the treetops so easily. It had to be a hundred of the longest weasels, from tail to nose, long, and twice that tall. A large door with chipping black paint stood in the middle, with a large, ragged hole in the bottom left corner. Four windows, two on each side, framed the door, with a half-oval one sitting atop the entrance. The black roof jutted out over a front patio, held up by two columns that seemed to be made of multiple stones. One half of the roof was higher than the other, giving it a lopsided, daunting look. The windows were shattered, all of the roof shingles chipping slowly away. But it held firm and strong, if a little beat down.

"It's perfect." Rowan broke the mull of the rain, snapping out of his awestruck silence. Amber had recovered long before he had, and she was already mounting the porch, tail swishing behind her.

"Follow me." She snapped, not even acknowledging his comment. Rowan blinked, frowning slightly at her harsh tone of voice. But, what were assassins without a little attitude? Rowan  just shrugged it off, and followed her inside.
The inside was just as huge as the exterior. If not, it seemed larger. Rowan was yet again surprised so much space could fit inside the building. Entering through the jagged hole in the door, the pair found themselves in a spacious front room, with desks laying toppled and pictures hanging lopsided on the walls. Whatever humans that lived here before must have left in a scramble. But the Scout could already see his brethren here. He could envision the many furs, with belts and weapons tied to their waists, roaming the room, and otherwise slipping secretly out the door-hole.

"No time for gawking." Amber said in a low voice, already across the room. Rowan hadn't  heard her move, but he followed quickly after, scaling a large staircase with ease, always a few steps behind the female.

They explored. Rowan would stop to gawk, and Amber would, just short of kindly, remind him they needed to move along. Tens of rooms lay nestled within the house, their doors from completely gone to firmly shut. Some excavation may have to be in order, that is, if the Resistance were willing to move here. It was certainly large enough. There was even a room near the top, and it seemed regal enough for the Roi. It would be the master bedroom for the humans, but a room to only tread in with invitation for the rats. Desks, mirrors, pictures, chairs, beds, and all kind of furniture still lay in place in the house. It was abandoned, most likely after the owners discovered of the infestation taking place. They must have fled, belongings the last thing on their mind.

At last, the Scout and Assassin found themselves back in the first room. This was perfect. It was meant for the rats. Rowan waited for the female to speak; To come to a decision, for she was in charge. They had found the kitchen inside, and it was chock-full of supplies and food. It would last them at least as long as the downpours. Even better, it was within their own territory. They would be safe from the weasels. The house was on high ground; it seemed to be built purposely on top of a hill. Even if the rain became unbearable, the most it could do was lap at the base of the hill. Rowan looked on expectantly, but Amber didn't need much consideration.

"I think it's time to go report to the Roi." She said, her eyes hard and certain. Rowan kept a stony-faced expression, but his eyes were bright, and just as hard as Amber's.

"Yes. I think we ought to." He said, and they struck out together, running across the rain-soaked earth toward Empire territory with new determination.