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 Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2021 5:48 pm
[Scar via discord]
More chains? It was smaller, sure, but Gabhan still felt like it only served to cement his fate as some huge amazon's new servant or- sandwich. Or something. After being silent so long, he expected his kidnapper to ignore him still - instead, he laughed (or made a noise of some sort) and started fidgeting around... only to produce a slip of some sort, which Gabhan took in his manacled hands awkwardly. The description was... er. ... familiar.
But the descriptions of such crimes made his eyes go huge, blinking as he perused the notes.
A stocky man, facial marking but... wagons? "There's... been a mistake. The only wagons I use are my dad's- and I definitely didn't kill nobody!" His hands shook, and there was the urge to rip up the paper - but instead, he thrust it forward towards the man, biting his lip hard enough to feel the cut of his teeth in it.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2021 5:52 pm
[Eliazer 9]
The bounty hunter leveled a disbelieving stare at the man before him. Of course there had been a mistake; there always was. Eliazer rolled his eyes and wrapped the chain once, then twice around his hand just to make sure it wouldn’t slip away should his target decide to run.
When the paper was thrust toward him he made a sort of growling noise, but it wasn’t completely right. It sounded off; as if the act of making any sort of sound from his vocal cords would forever be out of reach.
He held up the paper once more, giving it a shake as if to say ‘here it is, proof of your bs’ before putting it back into his pocket.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2021 5:58 pm
[Scar via discord]
Well... being dragged in to the security sector was probably preferable to being eaten or strung up as an amazon's plaything. But - it was a small upgrade, being accused of murder! And on such a vague description... he couldn't be the only ... er. Big Geian with a face marking in this district! He was just the one who'd lived here the longest, considering he'd grown up here.
Maybe, he might have tried to run or tug away if he had the energy, or... if he and this guy hadn't already fought. But he was in pain, and exhausted.
As for his new companion, the almost painful noise in his throat made it rather clear that there was to be no conversation with the man, and he didn't seem intent on listening either.
What if the sector didn't listen either? They'd been the ones to unleash this... crazy guy on him in the first place, so-- "This is crazy." He murmured to himself, swallowing thickly as he trudged along after his captor, feeling lightheaded. Was he gonna bleed out from the wound in his arm?? (No, it was still painful and bleeding sluggishly, but it was far from life threatening)
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2021 6:03 pm
[Eliazer 10]
Eliazer raised a hand to his mouth and slid it from one end to the other, making it clear he didn’t want the other Geian to talk. He may have been murmuring, but hearing an endless string of half-audible phrases all the way back to the security sector wasn’t on his list for the evening. If Eliazer had it his way he would hunt down another target before mornings light, but only if he had the mental stamina for it. Physically he would just cope; he’d done as much up til that point anyway.
As he walked he cast a side long glance at the other Geian and furrowed his brow. He wasn’t…exactly looking the best. Eliazer wasn’t used to taking living bodies back to his employer so maybe he’d gone too far? Or this one’s endurance just…wasn’t up to par? That was just odd for a carriage robber…and he was still so young…
Nope, he wasn’t going to think on it. He had the right man and he was going to prove it once they made it to the destination.
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Posted: Wed Nov 24, 2021 6:10 pm
[Scar - Fin]
Ugh. Of course. Gabhan made a face at his unnamed assailant, sticking his tongue out at him behind his back when he turned again. It was... horrifying, really, to be dragged along. It was one thing, at first - to just be hobbling along after the guy, tired and sore as he was. But then they finally left the alleys and, despite it being very late at night, there were still people - who had come out of the woodwork at the sound of conflict, watching as he was led off.
People he knew in one case, and well - at least he wouldn't have to worry about that family setting up an arranged marriage for him!
Eventually though, they left the neighborhoods they were used to, and instead arrived at a post that could only be where the strange, feral man had gotten his assignment. The manacles were taken off, and exchanged for heavier ones - and for a moment he was shuffled forcibly to the side so that paperwork could be done.
Apparently, he'd have to be held until a witness to one of the robberies could come to confirm his identity, and Gabhan wasn't sure whether to feel furious or relieved to know he'd be let go soon enough. Instead, he glowered as he watched money be exchanged... less than his 'wanted poster' said, with the instruction for the man to return to see what the remainder was, pending his positive identification.
"When they let me go, you better buy me a pint with that." Gabhan grumbled, jerking his chin towards the pouch of coins with a pout.
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