[ A part of him has always known it would go this way. Well-liked as they were for so long, the Summoned are still seen as a different class — unique, blessed instead of cursed, and while a curse might be easy justification for brutality, a blessing is something that people are just as eager to control. It was never going to be fringe cults forever. It was only a matter of time before the government turned on them.
Many of the Summoned had fled with him to Fomalhaut when the raids first started, sneaking in and out of the quarantine zone where few would be eager to search for them. Ciri had been among that first few, and her skill with a sword alone had been indispensable when it came to freeing those who were captured or appropriating supplies.
She was the only one Cid had asked along for this particular mission. He hadn't intended to encounter anyone but their informant on the rendezvous, a young girl named Lisana, who was only just starting to trust him enough to consider fleeing Cadens. Unfortunately for them, an ambush had followed, and with the girl's life held at the end of a sword and a dozen arrows beside, they had been forced to surrender to the military. Restrained and tossed in the back of a wagon with two heavily armed soldiers, there was little to be done. Lisana sat beside Ciri, similarly bound, staring at the floor.
The soldiers had, of course, had the foresight to put him and Ciri both in enchanted cuffs to suppress their magic. They hadn't bothered with much else, assuming the escort and the hostage would be enough to keep them complacent on their way to whatever facility they're meant to be tossed into. Cid leans forward with his arms against his thighs. Cuffs or no, it seems they can still communicate over the network, for a mercy. ]
⚡ Ciri
Many of the Summoned had fled with him to Fomalhaut when the raids first started, sneaking in and out of the quarantine zone where few would be eager to search for them. Ciri had been among that first few, and her skill with a sword alone had been indispensable when it came to freeing those who were captured or appropriating supplies.
She was the only one Cid had asked along for this particular mission. He hadn't intended to encounter anyone but their informant on the rendezvous, a young girl named Lisana, who was only just starting to trust him enough to consider fleeing Cadens. Unfortunately for them, an ambush had followed, and with the girl's life held at the end of a sword and a dozen arrows beside, they had been forced to surrender to the military. Restrained and tossed in the back of a wagon with two heavily armed soldiers, there was little to be done. Lisana sat beside Ciri, similarly bound, staring at the floor.
The soldiers had, of course, had the foresight to put him and Ciri both in enchanted cuffs to suppress their magic. They hadn't bothered with much else, assuming the escort and the hostage would be enough to keep them complacent on their way to whatever facility they're meant to be tossed into. Cid leans forward with his arms against his thighs. Cuffs or no, it seems they can still communicate over the network, for a mercy. ]
You've still got your lock pick, haven't you?