A.N So... most projects that I've abandoned, I forgot about them. But with this? No, I continue to get emails of people following the story. Reminding me of it's existence. So with that, today, I realized how many people might want to see this to the end. SO I guess I have to finish it. Not that I'm not enjoying it, But since I had some spare time today I finished ch. 6 and will begin 7.

I'm sorry this took so long, but I've just been caught up in other things. Other, more personal projects... *insert evil laughter*

City, Price 7:00 P.M

It had been several days since Price had entered the city. Extensive knowledge on espionage and related efforts told him that he should gain more information on his location before proceeding in any… questionable activities. From his gained and currant understanding he tried to think of a plan. Well, he had been trying at least. The amount of knowledge on this… world... he had gained was enough to understand his situation but not yet come up with a way to get home… without dying in the effort.

"No, that wouldn't work…" He monologue-ed as he went over varies schemes in his head.

"Oh by the Founder sir please stop!"

It had become quite a quandary, making up a plan. You see, Price had it in his head the pre-notion that a plan would fall together quickly. Yes, maybe his mind might struggle for a bit, but he believed that a moment of realization would suddenly occur, although it had yet to.

"No! Not that!"

"Will you shut the hell up?"

Multitasking was a bothersome, yet necessary task. Becoming somewhat impatient with him mind's ability to create an epiphany, he began to "sample" ideas.

"AH!" The jail guard had screamed as the hammer came down and ended his hopeless call for assistance.

"Damn, I just stole this shirt…" The captain said as he halfheartedly wiped the gore from his attire. He grabbed a large cloak from the wall a put it over his bloody home-made fatigues.

You see Price had decided to make a visit to a local jail. He had heard rumors about the capture of a gang leader. From a "meeting" with some of his men it became surprisingly apparent that their leader, Albert Brown, was tactically capable. Yet he had been captured. And… without leadership the gang of idealistic rebel likes were strategically inept.

It would seem this could have been part of the plan, or at least the start of it, that Price was wanting. He did not think it was the light-bulb moment he was looking for since he could not foresee the events past rescuing Albert, but it was a start.

After disposing of a few more guards Price made his way to the cells. The cells were disturbing. Much like the ones that Price had left behind not so long ago. They were disgraceful. A pile of straw and a bucket surrounded by brick and mortar with iron bars and gates that were not rusted enough to make a clear change in color to the metal, but enough to make a loud squeak when moving the mechanisms within their locks. Many of them were empty and if not they contained petty thieves and robbers.

Price guessed that the low amount of prisoners was not due to a general lawfulness in the country, but rather the inability to capture criminals or the immediate medieval-like execution of them.

At the end of the line of cells there was a man sitting on the straw casually. He matched the surprising depiction that Price was given. He's rather short man with long black greasy hair and short circle beard. He looked more like a crazed cult leader to Price than an intellectual brigand boss.

"Ahe, buddy! Ya tha one carven up those guards back tha? Mighty fine job that, but would ya mind letten me out? Possibly without choppin me?" He said in an obnoxious yet snazzy dialect.

"Are you Albert Brown?"

"Why yeas thas ma name. Why? You lookin for me?" He said standing up.

"Yeah your boys said their willing to pay-…" Price said before being cutoff.

"Let me guess, four thousand livres was it? With a horse if ya back by the next mornin?" He said almost in a giddy tone.

"Exactly…" Price said with an air of suspicious.

"HA! I can't believe they actually fell for dat. Sorry ta bother ya if thas all ya was after but… I wouldn't be willin ta part with da kind of money." He said leaning against the wall.

Price unlocked the cell and slid open the door walking in. "I don't care about the money. I just want to know that I have your trust." he said with his hand out.

Albert looked at him and looked away then back as if in disbelief. Albert seemed good at profiling as he took Price's hand and shook it, understanding that indeed Price was being serious. "Ya ether a genius or a fool ya know that?"

"I suppose I had my suspicions. Come on let's go, I'll lead the way." He said pulling the sword from his newly acquired belt and quiver hidden under his cloak. He handed the weapon over to Al, suspecting that he had better use for it than himself. Price was able to take out the guards with his knife or their own weapon after a bit of hand to hand.

They made their way to the entrance. Skipping over a few bodies the duo grabbed what supplies seemed needed then was about to walk out the door when…

"This is the Tristain Royal Musketeers! Come out with your hands up!" A loud commanding voice shouted from outside the door.

"Damn broads are after us!" Albert said leaning against a window. "How tha hell did they know?!"

"I think I'm to blame." Price said readying himself. "They must not have liked me grabbing powder of a few of them."

Al showed his confusion but seemed not to really care. "I don suppose ya got a way outta here?"

"Follow my lead." Price said opening the door staying behind the wall.

"Come out now!" The voice screamed.

"Wait here, you'll know when to come out." Price said walking out.

"Hands in the air!" A woman aiming a musket commanded.

There were three musketeers. They surrounded the building in a way that formed for a triangle. A quick look around showed there were no other guards or musketeers. They must have underestimated Price, are waiting for reinforcement, or expected the jail guard to still be alive.

"I said put them up!" The woman in front yelled as she primed her musket. "Do you want to die?!"

Price slowly raised his hands.

"Move!" The one from the left shouted.

Whatever crimes the one in front of him was convicting him of had to go unfinished as he ripped the musket out of her hands. He smashed the stock into her face then aimed it at the musketeer to the left and fired. The one on the right attempted to aim at Price but was distracted by Al coming out of the door and throwing a steak knife, he had gotten of a table inside, at her. The hit her shoulder but did not penetrate but it stunned her long enough for Price to pick up the dead musketeers weapon and fire it at her. Meanwhile Al equipped his sword and motioned it towards the still living musketeer before she could arm herself. She subsequently raised her hands up.

"Damn good job eh?" Al said to Price not relinquishing his gaze from his prisoner. "What do ya plan with her though?"

Price looked up from the body he was examining and said, "They're common right? I don't think you could hold them for ransom."

"Right-then." Al said. "Well I'm not a-hollin her to ma camp through town so-…"

"Criminal scum, just kill me and be done with it." She said spitting blood on the ground.

"Fine enough." Al said before plunging the sword through her throat.

Price grunted before moving the body into the jail, Al getting the picture moved the other two as well.

"A bit of a bloody one wasn't it?" Al said as they walked out of the jail.

"Yeah, unfortunate. They probably heard the shots, we maybe have a minute before more guards show up. I need you to lead me to your camp." Price responded before shutting the jail door and pocketing the two flintlock pistols he had acquired.

Al walked to a sewer grate and ripped out a sword to open it. "Ya see I know a good way outta town from under 'ere." Al said moving the metal plate out of the way.

"Sewer Pipe, how original…" Price said as they both climbed into the abyss.

The sewer was a surprisingly well lit place. The waters ran in the middle of the sewer while there were places for walking, and more than likely repairing, around it. There were lit candles placed on the brick walls every few yards. It must have been an active place.

"Huh, you been e're before?" Al asked as he began to lead Price through the labyrinth.

"No, why do you ask?" Price said looking back.

"Ya haven't said a thing bout tha smell." Al said in an almost joking fashion, as if he remembered a previous similar experience.

"Well I've gone through worse." Price said, contemplating the smell of burning bodies.

Magic Academy, Tabitha, 7:30

If you ever lived in a time and place where humans had life easy, you more than likely have heard the unbearable complaints of young women about how the way things are going. One must contemplate about how disturbingly low their empathy and humbleness must be to complain about thing such as valuable or rare commodities. We see many whom may complain about their transportation's color when many do not have transportation, for example. It is a testament to society's constant rises and falls that we may observe this pinnacle of luxury before we see the inevitable fall of a society.

Tabitha had been sacrificing her time (time being a human's limited number of brain cells) to listen to just that. For the last hour or so, Kiriche had been talking about Louise, and her familiar. Saito would have been an interesting fellow, if not for his low level of prestige. Yet that did not stop Kiriche from directing constant attention towards him and Miss Valliere.

For whatever reason, Kiriche came to Tabitha to talk about her interests in them. Either because she respected and valued Tabitha's intelligence above those of her other peers… or more than likely because she knew that Tabitha wouldn't say anything.

"So why don't you talk to a mirror…" Tabitha whispered as she had been thinking about the topic stated above.

Kiriche stopped as she had heard Tabitha's tiny voice. "Oh Tabitha, because I see myself all the time, I would rather see someone else." She said as she had picked up on what Tabitha was thinking.

Tabitha, a bit out of her custom continued. "That doesn't change it for me."

Kiriche pinched Tabitha's cheek and said, "Okay then, what do you think I should do about them?"

Tabitha hated the feeling yet kept her cool as she pushed herself to keep as blank as an expression as possible. "Maybe you should talk with them."

Kiriche laughed and said, "There's no talking with little Zero."

Then maybe you should concentrate on your education you harlot. Tabitha thought about saying, but she had already reached her limit on giving an opinion. "I suppose." She said as Kiriche began doing something with her hair.

"Did hear what Count Mott came looking for earlier?" Kiriche asked as she fumbled the blue strands through her fingers.

Tabitha gave a simple no, and then began reading again. Not that anyone doesn't know.

A.N

Well that went no where... Sorta... Uh... yeah So... Really would appreciate some suggestions, I have an idea of where this is going but... it's so louse I might as well ask for any ideas.

THANK YOU FOR READING AND OR WAITING!