Akuryo Bekwood The Bloody Knife Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й Й Л Ω Ώ Ӥ Ӣ Ҋ Ѝ Π Ν Ƞ
"Booze may be s**t, but it's worth staying alive just to get a bit hammered." He responded to Onyxia as he got himself a cup of beer and downed it in a second. "Ah~ it's good. Hm?" He heard a thump and looked to the knife sticking out of the dart board. "Oh? You like to throw knives?" He asked with a small grin as he pulled out a strange knife... it looked familiar to any who kept up with Atlesian Courts... he flung the knife and with a perfect crack, it hit the dart board dead in the center... breaking it in two as it was partially oversized for a knife. "Hah, plastic is too easy to break!" Akuryo shouted with a laugh as he got up and walked over to the dart board, pulling it out and slipping it back into his jacket. "If drinks are on you love, then you may end up owing more than you want." He told her with a grin as he listened to Warp speak. "What did you want to talk about? As far as I know, you may be just as interested in talking about bodies about me talking about dates."
Targets(Company) : Throlyn Warp & Onyxia || Traps Set: None || Location(Specifics) : Vale Streets: Funeral Home to The Motorpool Semblance: None || Post Count: 7 Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й Й Л Ω Ώ Ӥ Ӣ Ҋ Ѝ Π Ν Ƞ
"...Can you donate to me...some blood?" The Master Assassin
Zen the Keeper of Chrono
Ghost_Rios
Posted: Mon Oct 29, 2018 7:59 pm
¤¸¸.·´¯`·.¸·..>>--»Dracaena Cinnabari Lenz«--<<..·.¸¸·´¯`·.¸¸¤ »»"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same."««
The streets seemed to bustle as usual with people and the shop people seemed just as energetic as remembered. A woman of average height and slim build walked the streets quietly as she would look through the different windows and mind her own business. Walking with grace and proper posture, the miss dressed in white Gothic Lolita with black roses and touches of pink seemed a little distracted, though she was careful not to run into anyone as she strolled. Mostly veiled by the pink parasol whose handle rested against her shoulder slightly."Hmm."She paused before a window display that had a particularly cute cake."That is astounding."She thought to herself. She closed her wide blue-gray eyes as a gentle wind blew her long, straight, white hair and layered bangs into her eyes.
With a sigh, she opened them once more and continued on her way. Dracaena could not put her finger on it, but she she had a feeling that life would be changing for her. She knew not how or when, only that it would. The letter she had received the morning before was neither good, nor bad."Now, what should I make for dinner,"the young woman would ponder as she would glance through the windows on her way to market.
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Onyxia chuckled. "That was wood Mate." Watching the bartender replace the board. "I drink free. My Father was a well loved man before the fall." She looked to Throlyn as he talked, nodding at his choice of water, the EMT couldn’t exactly be drunk. "At the civility here I'd say you got a student who did something stupid. Just pray nothing happens tonight." She slouched a little sighing with a smile. "Old man would have liked you both. Just sayin."
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Throlyn Warp, EMT
Throlyn watched as the two threw things at a dartboard,and watched as Akuryo broke the board with his toss. His trim would light up again, and there would be idle banter upon his radio, mostly just check ins, and locations. with a quick grip of his radio,as Onyxia spoke of her father, and smiled. He'd then incite his badge number and coordinates of his location, and awaited to be confirmed. He'd look between the two,and once the operator said he was confirmed,he would respond. "Roger, block D ,is under my watch. I'll check back in at o-six hundred, over." His rather feminine voice chimed in, a sound of reassurance and assertiveness. His large mediterranean eyes rested on the two,who were now chatting amongst themselves,would offer a brief smile,and he'd join the conversation. "don't know much about dead bodies, I only call their time of death, and cause,then escort them to a mortuary. I'm sure my old man would like you guys,but most likely would give short ended replies,and usher me away,due to well mostly prejudice. He was always quite protective of me. How about yours,Captain?" He'd say,and smile. Histrimwould glow and flash once more, and he'd take another sip of his water.
Akuryo Bekwood The Bloody Knife Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й Й Л Ω Ώ Ӥ Ӣ Ҋ Ѝ Π Ν Ƞ
Akuryo could hear Onyxia comment about it actually being wood that he just broke, causing him to chuckle and shrugs. "Eh, still easy." He stated while he sat back down and the talk of parents came up, about how old men would've liked all of them before Akuryo grinned darkly. "Your old men would've shot me on sight to be honest." He stated openly before shaking his head with a chuckle while the young girly-man was on their walkie talkie. "Eh, something is bound to happen tonight... I'm betting the booze would be the cause." Akuryo stated with a soft chuckle before he soon popped his neck. "Eh, my Old man would like anyone who was living longer than a day."
Targets(Company) : Throlyn Warp & Onyxia || Traps Set: None || Location(Specifics) : Vale Streets: Funeral Home to The Motorpool Semblance: None || Post Count: 7 Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й Й Л Ω Ώ Ӥ Ӣ Ҋ Ѝ Π Ν Ƞ
"...Can you donate to me...some blood?" The Master Assassin
Chase walked calmly and quietly beneath the pale blood light of the moon high in the sky, enjoying the cool air. He had been stuck confined for the good part of the last month in a room and under guard, ironically enough for his own protection. A person branded with the reputation of murderer, even if it was found to be false due to lack of evidence, did not invite him well into the company of others or to his particular homestead. In their minds, the justice system had just failed and let a killer loose. They didn't know the words they were being fed were false, the poison of those he was once considered part of the family to taking its toll. Not that he would provide any evidence for the contrary, not that he would give definitive proof as to what actually happened. If he had to be alone to keep that a secret, then he would. Chase shook the thoughts from his mind, instead electing to focus more on the night at hand. He had sneaked out of his room by window to enjoy the evening, the blood moon not being a sight often seen and it beckoned him out. He knew his guard would not let him, not with how recent the events had been and with how the whispers of the people were. So, he had to make do. And so he did, and now found himself free from that stifling, if safe, prison he called home for now. Thoughts drifting back to his old home, and his new one to come. He could never go back, his life had forced him to only have the now and the future. He idly wondered if anyone would be put with him, with all the rumors circulating, as he continued to wander the streets, almost completely devoid of anyone. Whether it was because of him or the blood moon, or both, he wasn't sure.
It was as he was lost in his thoughts, and in enjoying the scenery when cast in the pale blood light, that he was caught off guard. While happening to walk nearby an alley, he felt a hand cover his mouth as another wrapped around over his chest. His instinct was to yell out but with the hand there it was muffled, and he struggled to free himself as he felt himself being silently pulled into the alley. The grip only tightened around him as he was dragged ever deeper into the darkness of it, now hearing the sound of another's voice in there. The one holding him and the other started to taunt him, of saying he may have killed his father but looked like he couldn't even put up a fight. Wondering if they should just ransom him or kill him. Chase stopped struggling as he remembered his training with his father...remembered his father...could almost see him mirrored in them. He despised the man, his touch...he despised anyone touching him. Suddenly, chase would slam the back of his head into the person restraining him, feeling his hand let go of Chases mouth. Feeling his anger grow, he would then lean forward and bite down hard on the mans hand, causing blood to flow but not letting go even as he felt the other begin to strike him. Instead, he drank some of the blood from his fingers...
It was at this point his friend had reached them, and both began to beat Chase. The power of both combined knocking him to the ground as they began kicking at him...not noticing the ever growing pool of blood beneath chase, or that it stemmed from the mans bleeding finger. They just assumed it was Chases...and paused when they saw how much had bled. Almost looking like Chase had bled out in seconds. They both laughed, giving him another kick as they assumed he was dead and began to walk away...Before hearing the dripping of something behind them. Turning, the last thing they would ever see was chase covered in blood...and the blood shooting towards them. Chase would leave behind two bodies as he left the alley. One holding a broken bottle that seemed impaled into the other, and the other seemed to have died from blood loss from knife wounds, conveniently in the hands of the former. Chase regretted doing so but...they were scum. Like his father. They would've hurt him or others, and so they didn't deserve to live. He couldn't let them, especially with how casually they seemed about killing him. Head bowed, he would limp through the streets to get well away from the scene of the crime. He was heavily bruised, and was bleeding lightly across several areas from their beating and kicking. He would survive, one benefit to being a faunus for him was his increased healing...but that didn't ease the pain of it.
'This was stupid, I should not have come out. I should have stayed safely inside.' He thought to himself. Unfortunately, it seemed he had been in a relatively quiet part of town earlier, and now found himself in a decent sized crowd of the streets. Which, while it did hide him to a degree...was not the best for someone of his reputation. There was a bubble around him as people kept their distance, eyeing him warily and others straight up going in the opposite direction or side of the street from him. He didn't like being so close to others, to anyone really. There was too many chances for physical contact. And despite his apparent injury, which while he did try to hide but could not entirely, no sympathy was to be given on this night. A few would whisper loud enough for him to hear the words: murderer, killer, criminal. All manner of things to try and upset him. While he internally hated being called that he tried keeping a neutral expression on his face, his eyes downcast to the ground. He just wanted to be ignored and left alone here, he didn't like being alone but he didn't want to be with these people because he knew he was unwelcome. As he had always been in his life. It was then, with eyes downcast, he felt himself be shoved from behind. He would fall to the ground, unable to stop himself with his limp and slight injuries from earlier. All he heard was laughter from all around him as he lay on the ground near a shop window.
¤¸¸.·´¯`·.¸·..>>--»Dracaena Cinnabari Lenz«--<<..·.¸¸·´¯`·.¸¸¤ »»"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same."««
Dracaena Cinnabari was minding her own business as she was continuing on with her window-shopping. Twirling her parasol absently as she did. There was strange sounds from an alley across the street but she had let it pass for now. The young woman would sigh softly as she looked in another window, her wide blue-grey eyes would spy a small group...and a bloodied boy!"That will not do."She said under her breath.
The young woman would close her parasol and set it to the side of the wall. Removing a small vial from her pocket and a three small items; a peppercorn, a chili pepper seed, and a needle. With these items out, she would place the peppers in the vial, she would p***k her finger carefully while keeping hold of the vial. Causing two drops of blood in it, her aura glowed a faint color of dragon's blood resin and turning to a reddish liquid. Then she would stopper the vial before slipping it back into her pocket before picking up her parasol and heading quietly."I suggest you move, please. You are blocking the path assholes."She said casually, a little irritated. Of course this pissed people off to glare at her. A hand rested casually before slipping out the vial."Oh dear..."She sighed as she pushed through, poking people with her parasol.
Closing the distance, she would slowly bring out the vial, glaring at the bystanders. She knew not who he was or what this guy did, but he did not deserve mistreatment...from anyone."Alright kid, time to leave,"She thought as she reached out to try and help the boy up. Sure he was taller than her, but she didn't give a ******** at this moment, standing between him and the angry mob."Move away, this is your only warning."She raised her voice with authoritative calm. When they did not heed her warning, she would sigh."I warned you...Lets get you someplace safe,"She sighed then whispered to the boy, then threw down the vial. As the glass broke, a reddish smoke begin to rise up and into the crowd; a kind of pepper-spray/smoke bomb.
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Shaking her head a little Onyxia would sigh. "General Morrison, as everyone here knows him as, was a man of the people. A soldiers General. But he tried to spend as much with my twin and I. He actually pushed me to join Special Operations and even challenged me to officers school. When Atlas was evacuating he said he'd be the last one out, but his office was hit when the Grimm struck." Looking to the beer in hand, she would sigh once more. "Every Atlas soldier, or at least most of them, view him as a hero. He always pushed for the best, believing we should be better."
Chase was struggling to hold himself back from doing something he did not want to do. Despite having been shoved to the ground, despite their laughing...he knew why they were doing it. He was branded a killer, a murderer...and for now his life was not at risk. He only killed the other two people in the alley because they were fine with killing him. Because they kept their hands on him...He shook those thoughts from his mind. He felt humiliated, in pain from his prior wounds...He had to try and resist falling back to it. Killing them would be so easy, but then what they said about him would be true. He could bear the humiliation, the minor pain...as long as they didn't try hurting him more he could resist. He felt some tears reaching his eyes though. He could never fit in. Not before, not now, or the future. He was destined to be left alone, all because of his father. Even in death he still held full control of Chases life, and it was even worse now that he was gone. He just wanted to be left alone, to live his life in piece at this point. The only people who knew the truth were his family, and he could not see them for the foreseeable future. He missed his days of isolation with his sisters and mom, before his father entered his life. He missed them in general...of not feeling like he was alone in this world.
He could feel the urge to use his semblance rising now. While no one came at him physically, the words cut deep. None of it was true, he hadn't been the one that did it...but his silence had bought him this fate. He just wanted quiet, peace...to not be constantly reminded of what his life currently was. His shaking fingers moved towards his face. 'One bite...is all it would take.' He thought to himself. Slowly convincing his mind to act, that they were not innocent. Just to silence it all. However, before he could he felt a pair of arms touch him. He recoiled slightly on instinct, but it didn't feel like a mans...didn't feel like his fathers...It was more like his sisters touch. Instead of feeling the disgust of someone touch and lashing out...it calmed him slightly. Feeling their arm on his back and by his arm, whoever it was seemed to be trying to...help him. He wasn't sure who this was but...he would be too weak to stand by himself, and he desperately wanted away from this area and everyone. Leaning a bit heavily to her for support, he began to slowly rise till he could stand, feeling her let go on his wrist but keep the other hand on his shoulder. Turning to briefly look at his savior, he found it to be a girl with white hair and a nice white and black dress who was quite a bit shorter than him. 'Does she know who I am?' he wondered to himself. He couldn't think of why anyone would want to help him, not with what he was suspect of doing. Not for who he was. But for some reason she was. Seeing her attention turn to the crowd, standing between him and then as she spoke with a tone of authority to leave...He hadn't a clue what to say or do, save admire her for doing so. Though he wondered what she could do to stop the crowd...people whose aura have probably already gone up to a degree, who his blood probably could no longer deal with.
The crowd though did not seem intent to listen. They yelled at her to get out of the way, to give Chase what he deserved, to stop interfering. Some even calling her threat out as if it was a bluff, that she wasn't in a position to be making the threat in the first place. It didn't seem to bother her, or phase her...saying she warned them before whispering to him to move. Confused, and worried that they may follow, he hesitated but a moment as she tossed a vial that turned into reddish smoke once impacting the ground. Not knowing what it did or was, but for now trusting the person who was saving him, he quickly moved off in the opposite direction and followed her away. He could hear the cries and shouts of the crowd, and then the screams of pain and death threats from them...slowly fading as he raced behind the mysterious girl, not eager to be anywhere near them once whatever that cloud was cleared. He couldn't really even think as he followed her, adrenaline coursing through his system. Didn't even notice the cold feeling of someone else's blood on his own clothes anymore as his body felt like it was burning internally to try and escape any would be pursuers, even when he had not heard a sound from them for a while. Didn't feel the aches or pains of his wounds, almost entirely ignoring his limp, the adrenaline making him ignore the pain he would surely feel later. He matched pace with her until they reached the steps to what seemed to be a condo, something Chase had been residing in his stay here before school if a different one. Making him think if he would be missed there once they found out he left but...knowing his guard, he probably wouldn't even notice.
Finally able to relax a little, having cast a glance behind them again to ensure no one was around them, he breathed a sigh of relief...as all his thoughts began to rush at once. 'She helped me...but why...Doesn't she know what I am...What people say I did...' He wondered to himself. It was fairly common for people to recognize him on sight at this point in time, though there may be a few who didn't. Looking to her though, having been led here...he wondered if she lived here, would they part ways now...What to even say to her...He had few, if any, interactions with people outside his family. He rarely even spoke, afraid the words would be turned on him, finding they usually didn't even matter... 'But she saved me, so she deserved some?' He didn't know anymore. He had little to truly offer her, despite his noble background...most of that was taken away, besides the bits and pieces his mother and sisters sent him. 'And how could words convey that level of gratitude...Had she not come, I may have done something...' He wondered to himself. All the while his gaze would remain on her, a slight turmoil of his mind evident on his face...Only then feeling a cool wind hit him, and the chill on his chest. Looking down, he saw all the blood on him...Blood from that now deceased mugger...And looking to her he saw a little on her as well. He had ruined that dress of hers by getting blood on it... His face would take on a look of brief concentration, Red eyes looking intently to her. If she followed his eyes, she would notice the blood on her dress separating away from her clothes entirely, along with the blood on him...Snaking away to a nearby sewer and disappearing from sight. His eyes remained intense for a moment from controlling it, before his shoulder would slump a bit and he would wobble a little on his unsteady feet. 'There...thats something...At least.' He thought to himself. It was draining after he used his semblance, he never truly felt it while using it but whenever he ended it he could feel it hit him at once. He could only use it a few more times tonight safely. Coupled with his prior wounds...a walk home would not be a pleasant or quick one by any stretch of the means. It did nothing either to heal the bruises or his unsteadiness, nor the dull pain in his legs. But...he felt it had been worth it, to try and fix some damage he had done to her for helping him. His eyes, much gentler now than before, would gaze down towards her almost meekly. Despite his own size advantage over her, he clearly did not view himself as any bigger than her, perhaps even smaller. His eyes seemed to be asking what now...as he wondered if he would be sent away now, if she expected anything of him...So many things in his head that could not be conveyed by a simple look, but all he could manage as his mouth refused to bring words to bear. He only hoped she understood most of it.
Throlyn's radio would go off, as Onyxia spoke of her father, and quickly pulled it to his ear. "Riot in need of treatment from pepper spray,also possible bleeding out civilian. Requesting your immediate response." The operator's voice said through the walkie. "On my way there, send coordinates to Boomer." Throlyn's voice responded, in all its feminine sounding. "Looks like it's time to go to work. You're both welcomed to ride along, the rioters might still be rioting despite the pepper spray. could use an extra pair of hands." He'd say, looking to Onyxia and Akuryo. He'd then finish his water and stand up, his trim now flashing like siren lights. His robotic husky would come into the bar and join him, feeding given coordinates into his PDA. There was also an alert of a pair of bodies in need of transport to a mortuary. "Oh boy, transporting the dead, must've been what sparked the riot." Throlyn would say, a dry laugh escaping his mouth, that was brief. He'd turn to head out the bar's doors, and looked back to the others. "Sorry for killing such a fun night.Perhaps on my next day off, the drinks are on me." He'd say, as he gave them a smile. Before heading out the doors, at a slow pace, in case the others decided to join.
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Akuryo Bekwood The Bloody Knife Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й Й Л Ω Ώ Ӥ Ӣ Ҋ Ѝ Π Ν Ƞ
Akuryo had just gotten his beer as he opened it up and downed it as Onyxia spoke about her father, causing him to roll his eyes and glare at the end of his bottle as he continued to drink. The sound of her father possibly dying as Akuryo finished it caused him to slam the bottle down without breaking it as he laughed a bit while getting up. 'Serves an atlesian general...' He thought to himself as he got up from his seat and walked over towards the door as he could see the trim color change. Then the most asanine question came into play about a riot that might need a pair of extra hands. Throlyn began to make his way to the door before Akuryo soon said, "Hard pass.... i specialize in one thing, not helping others." He told the man and with a flick of a wrist, two scalpel blades flung out of his hand as they hit the bartender, one in the neck and one in the eye and they were both in DEEP. Before the soldiers, Onyxia, or even Throlyn had time to react, Akuryo was running out of the bar, round the corner before they could see where he went, and down the alley as he jumped up and climbed an emergency exit to get to the rooftops by the time they came outside to look for him. He wasn't fast, but he was very good at making quick escapes. When he finished ascending the first ladder, he weakened the ladder's hooks, making it so that it'd fall when the first person tried to climb it.
Targets(Company) : Throlyn Warp & Onyxia || Traps Set: Weakened Bottom Ladder of the Fire Escape(Slow's down chasing) || Location(Specifics) : Vale Streets: The Motorpool to the Outside Semblance: None || Post Count: 8 Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й Й Л Ω Ώ Ӥ Ӣ Ҋ Ѝ Π Ν Ƞ
"...Can you donate to me...some blood?" The Master Assassin
Zen the Keeper of Chrono
Ghost_Rios
Posted: Mon Nov 12, 2018 5:29 pm
¤¸¸.·´¯`·.¸·..>>--»Dracaena Cinnabari Lenz«--<<..·.¸¸·´¯`·.¸¸¤ »»"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same."««
Dracaena was expecting disrespect; most mob-mentality made humans stupid and angry."How obnoxious."She sighed as they ran away from the screams. Oh yes, they would be feeling that one for a while...well, unless they were smart enough to use water or milk for their eyes. As they ran, she too had made sure that none had escaped her pepper bomb. Glad to see those dicks get what they deserve for picking on a boy, she smirked slightly before her focus was on where she was taking him...which was her place since it was closest.
Once they were at the steps to her condo, she would let go of the young man and allow him to rest against the wall. He was fairly fit for one his age, she thought...then realized she never got his age, or his name for that matter. Now that they were safely away from danger, all professional thought came flooding into her mind. Of course this all halted when she had noticed crimson eyes just staring at her. The medic had no way of reading people outside of symptoms, so for her it just looked like he was gazing at her and her outfit."Young man, it's quite rude to be staring point blank..."She told him, trying to gain his attention. Her eyes then moved to where he was staring."Well, that's different."She thought, impressed as her blue eyes followed the blood on her clothes. She hadn't even realized it was on her...and now it was moving off both of them! Okay, that was pretty cool, she figured as the woman's stare followed the blood moving toward the gutter.
Her attention then returned to the young man before her. he was wounded and weak, her logical mind deduced. With a sigh, she would then walk up to him, her look serious and calm."He won't last a night on his own. And it's not safe tonight at least,"She decided as she then turned and started up the stairs."Well, follow me, I have room in my place. You should be safe for tonight."She instructed him as she walked back down to gently but firmly take him by the wrist, though she would help him because her place was six flight of stairs up. Once there though, she would let him in, the door seeming unlocked."Sit down on the couch and I'll cook us something,"She told him, not giving him much choice at the moment. The woman was in no mood to argue as she would ready a pan and some eggs. A raven would then fly in from the balcony to whom she would smile and whisper to softly. Intelligent creature, it would seem to gather things for the woman.
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As she mentioned it being impolite to stare at her, only truly registering the words after he used his semblance, Chase's mind went into a slight panic. He hadn't intended to stare at her, to be impolite. He just had to focus to use his semblance and...words were even scarcer in his minds at what to say to that. His eyes grew slightly as they opened up more and his face took on an expression of worry as he shook his head no, bringing his hands up slightly in a manner of surrender. It was all he could really manage to think to do. 'I just wanted to help, I should've known better...I didn't even mean to stare...' He repeated in his head. Normally he wouldn't have to stare at the blood to control it, as long as he knew where it was he could manipulate it. However, being weakened and slightly traumatized from what happened earlier...his mind was not exactly in the best state for the most part. He had to focus on it to use it at all. Thoughts of what happened earlier made his blood boil and sent a shiver of fear through him. Part of him wanted to kill all of them, make them suffer as they made him...While the other half just wanted to hide away for the rest of his life. One thing for certain from that experience was that he was going to be more careful from now on, and try to avoid the busier areas from now on. Or at the very least take his bodyguard this time, or perhaps even a disguise. But never again, he hoped, would he be caught off guard like that. He didn't want to follow the side of him that wanted them dead...not when he knew why they did what they did, when they were just misled. People like the ones who got him in the alley though...those he had no qualms about ending. He had seen similar types like them before, like his father and school bullies...and with those, the only voice in his head was the one calling for their blood.
He was snapped out of his internal thoughts, eyes having gone downcast ever since she called him out for staring, as he heard a sigh and noticed her walk towards him. His eyes would gaze up to her, curiosity in them and meekness mirrored, as she stopped in front of him. 'Shall I be sent away now for staring? Do you want something from me now...?' Chase wondered in his mind, the thoughts unbidden but ever present. His experience with people outside his family has almost never been pleasant. He found most people either didn't care or liked hurting him. Even out here, some of the few who pretended to like him and help him just wanted some of his families money...and once they found out he didn't have any extra to give, they usually deserted him quickly. There were a few though...Amelie...Who were not like that. But he now no longer thought of that as the norm for others. Despite that though, he didn't want to believe they were all bad...or that he would never fit in. He wanted to still, wanted to be able to interact with everyone else like normal people did. Unlike what Chase expected though, especially after her comment about his staring...she instructed him to go in. He was caught entirely off guard by it. 'She's...ordering me to go in?' He confusedly asked in his mind. He had not been invited anywhere in a long time, and after everything that happened on this night...he hardly expected that to change. So far, he had only been trouble for her...Getting her involved with that mob, making her have to run with him form whatever she was doing...What was truly the most shocking thing to him was that it was not a request on her end, no open invitation of politeness. She ordered him to sleep in her house for the night. 'If they ever find out I did this...' He began to think to himself, still in shock with his face and eyes reflecting that to her, before he felt her gently yet firmly grab his wrist and begin leading him inside. He could not even muster up the idea to resist her. Nor could he think of a way to decline at this point, not that he was sure if he wanted to or not. He was also surprised by the firmness of her grip, truly not expecting it from her given his own natural strength from his size. As they reached the stairs though...He could feel his limp now as he tried going up a few steps. Already feeling weakened from earlier and struggling pretty easily.
He wondered if that would be excuse enough now, to leave back to his home for the evening...to forget all of this night and not to burden her any longer. Part of him was also unsure if it was safe to go up there...she came from nowhere to save him, and was now saying he was to spend the night at her place with no other option. It could be she had similar goals to the people who tried getting him in the alley...He shaked the thoughts from his mind. 'She helped me...I should...give her a chance.' He thought to himself. While he couldn't get rid of the thought from his mind, he wouldn't try to leave at this point. Then, seeing him struggle as he ascended the stairs...He felt more of her arm around his shoulder as she began to help him up...He still wasn't sure how to feel about her touch. Anyones really. If it had been a guy, he would've felt a strong urge to lash out. With women...it honestly just felt strange to be touched by any he was not related to. Had she seemed less intimidating to him, there may have been less of a strange feeling and more identifiable one to him, but for now it could only be described as strange. He found he had to lean on her shoulder after the third flight of stairs due to his limp, having gotten too bad by that point. It was then that we reached whatever room had happened to be hers, the door seemingly unlocked as she merely opened it without a key or anything. 'Is she feared enough no one will enter, or is she just confident where she lives is safe to do so?' Chase thought to himself. She even let him in first, sending slight worry to Chase that this may be a trap for him to be in here...but relenting nonetheless quite quickly. Once inside, he would turn halfway to her, eyes downcast slightly as he wondered what would happen next. Hearing her order him yet again, again surprised by the firmness and authoritativeness of her words...He quickly followed her order and sat down silently and gingerly on her couch. He tried his best not to disturb anything, almost seeming fearful to make anything go out of place as he felt too nervous to even lean back.
His eyes would travel back to her again as she went to her kitchen, only now remembering her mention of food. Hunger was the farthest thing from his mind after what happened...though now that everything had calmed down, and the thought of it, his stomach embarrassingly growled. His eyes widened and shot straight down to the ground, hoping she had not noticed anything of it. He could hear the sound of something being cracked and the sizzling of something being cooked on the pan... Despite his embarrassment, his eyes were drawn to the balcony as a raven flew into the room. Chase found his eyes drawn to the bird, having not seen many of them with their hounds being particularly vicious to other animals at times. Not his own, who was safely at home, but the other war bred hounds at least. He saw the woman's lips move as she smiled to the raven...and despite not being able to hear it. What was most surprising though was that the bird began gathering things for her. Chases imagination, despite knowing it was probably not true, could not help but view her as a witch with her familiar creating some kind of brew. But...he felt no maliciousness from her currently... His fear and worry about her intent was slightly sedated, and his curiosity for the bird was currently overriding it as his eyes tracked its movement with curiosity. 'How does she get the bird to return...Did she raise it, bribe and train it with food...and How does it know what to get...' Chase wondered to himself. Soon after the awe and curiosity in his eyes would die a bit as his eyes would travel back to the floor. 'Why is she doing all this for me...' He wondered to himself. First, she saved him from the mob. Second, she ordered him to stay in her home for the night. And third, she was making him food. He could understand keeping him in her home. Traveling after that would not be the best idea...especially once the bodies were found. The food...she didn't need to do, but it was a host's duty to do so he supposed...But it all stemmed back to what there was no clear answer to as of yet. Why did she help him. He would remain silent, eyes traveling back to the bird as he pondered the thought in his mind.
It was one thing to crack jokes and talk about an action, but it was another to commit one. Though the assassin had a head start, Onyxia was on his heels. She was warping any and all metal on him. She was concerned for other, no doubt about it, but there was a medic with an ambulance already on the scene. She'd done dark operations, learning escapes and looking for traps. Though when she got to the ladder she watched. "You marked yourself for dead b***h, I will see you hang for this!" She growled. It was no use to keep chasing but she should have shot him on first arrival. With a beligured sigh she would return to the bar, talking and trying to calm soldiers down who were upset.
¤¸¸.·´¯`·.¸·..>>--»Dracaena Cinnabari Lenz«--<<..·.¸¸·´¯`·.¸¸¤ »»"Some people come into our lives and quickly go. Some stay for a while, leave footprints on our hearts, and we are never, ever the same."««
Dracaena did not seem bothered as the boy seemed to panic without a sound. And figuring he was slightly confused, she had a calm expression. Though she was glad he would not fight her as she would lead him up to her condo. Grumbling internally of the muscle weight that was being poured onto her, she did not seem to struggle really. It was a relief that her bird companion had opened the door for her. Even as she had him sit, she would lean her folded pink parasol by the door.
As the young man seemed to questioningly relax, she had heard the growl of his stomach and felt free to turn her attention toward her current task: Cooking. When her smart winged friend brought her two eggs from the fridge, she smiled and lightly stroked its head with her free hand."Thank you, Freya."She told the raven sweetly, smiling when it replied with a high-pitched "Welcome" before flying off to a hanging ring perch in one corner of the living room. The raven's eyes would then rest on the young man currently getting his bearings as the woman in the kitchen would scramble eyes in a pan before prepping bread in a toaster set for two minutes.
When close to finished, wide blue-gray eyes looked toward her guest casually."Food's ready,"She replied before turning her gaze back around, plating the scrambled eggs buttered toast. Carrying it to her small table that seemed round and had the capacity to seat four. Setting the plate at the end seat closest to the kitchen, she would then look back at him causally."He still seems shaken, but hopefully a hot meal could help soothe his nerves."She deduced logically, as the woman was hopeless at reading people outside of symptoms. A frown played her pink lips as she felt a buzzing in her pocket, taking out her scroll, she sighed and clicked talk."Great...I must be in trouble,"She thought sarcastically."Hello, John."She answered politely as she began walking toward the kitchen once more."Yes, I am aware you have a mob being sent to the clinic...no, I won't be in tonight...I will see you at the clinic bright and early...Goodbye, John,"She talked softly, but calmly. She then would hang up and lean against the counter. So, her aid had decided to lecture her...she sighed softly.
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Akuryo Bekwood
