The Orb And The Onslaught {COMPLETE}

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   They finally found Saldarn's however, it was a lively looking place with a bright neon sign announcing its name and brightly coloured decorations around the windows. Even the stone it was made of was brightly coloured in purple and blue, Florence and Quentin exchanged a questioning glance before they climbed off the carriage and hitched the reins to a post with a few singular horses already attached. They snuffed and huffed at Florence and Quentin's horses, trying to reach them to investigate further. 

    Florence made sure the horses could reach the water trough before she and Quentin, accompanied by the cats this time, headed inside the club. Florence had a feeling if this was the town and base of the rebels, their stuff would be safe in the carriage, so long as they weren't mistaken for spies again.

    The inside of the club was similarly decorated to the outside, lots of neon signs and brightly coloured wall decorations. It was too modern for Aelston, or Nuplax in general. They had obviously smuggled new technology in from other Domains, whether in protest to their own Domain's ridiculous rules or not she didn't know. But from the moment they walked into the club, things changed instantly, the rainbow of people inside stopped whatever they were doing and surrounded the group within seconds. 

    The cats yowled and lashed out with claws, which stopped them from closing in, despite the fact they were holding and brandishing various weapons. A few of them had scratches in visible places and Florence smiled, they had to be the ones who fought against the cats in the street back in Grimwell. 

     A mixture of men, women and unidentifiables stood around them; Florence found that quite surprising, she figured they'd all be in hiding in a place as conforming as Nuplax. Not that it had ever bothered her and why should it? Every person should be allowed to live their lives in whatever way they felt true to themselves, so long as they didn't hurt anyone else. But each one of these people looked ready to hurt her, Quentin and the cats; they were leering menacingly and Florence had to do something before things escalated. 

     "We're looking for the rebels who have been painting things around these Regions." 

Whispers went around the colourfully lit room and a loud voice with a thick accent called out over the rest. 

"And why'd ya be wanting them?" 

Florence couldn't see who it was. "Because we're here to help them, in the hopes they'll be able to help us in return." 

    "Yeah? What 'elp d'these rebels need?" A different voice with a thicker accent called out. 

"Help in gaining power and one day making the whole Domain a better place for everyone living in it." Florence had her suspicions as to what their motives were, and the looks on most of their faces proved she was right. 

"What kinda 'elp would ya be needing then?" Yet another voice spoke up. 

    Florence peered to Quentin, what could they say without revealing everything? 

"We, erm, need help finding the worst part of Nuplax and helping the people there." It was the best thing they could say without letting them think they were crazy. 

The crowded people began muttering between themselves, several seconds passed before someone spoke again. 

    "Ya not from Nuplax, the rebels don't do deals wi' people they don't know or trust." 

"Yeah, ya could be working for those grimy Admin toads ter get rid of us- er, the rebels." 

That started a whole new chorus of shouts and insults, which Florence had to shout over just to be heard.