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Post by RedWing on Dec 17, 2018 20:27:20 GMT -5
(Open to all)
It's been a few days after Leifa crossed paths with the black-furred werebeast and his ffriend. About 5 days. She has been busy running from place to place, managing, fixing and rebuilding relationships and hideouts. With their leader being out of contact for a few months, some uprising has taken place. She easily got it taken care of and reestablished who is alpha.
Which brings her to now. Hidden in a unused alley in the Drag, 5 dead bloody bodies lie face down and scattered.
They wore nearly identical outfits making it safe to assume they were from another gang. Their outfits were an ensemble of deep purples and flakes of gold and bits of teal.
Leifa sat on the floor, one leg stretched out and the other one bend close to her as she heavily leans against the filthy wall. She was panting with a grimace as she held her hand over a bleeding gash on her left side. Her blue blood leaking through her fingers and dripping onto the floor.
"Shit." She hissed.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 17, 2018 20:58:32 GMT -5
"Ughhhh! This place is so fucking boring!!!" Draig announces as he stops around the back ways of The Drag in hopes some one is stupid enough to "entertain him" even if it's just for a moment. "Where are all the little snot nosed gang banger's today hm? Too scared to fight a real fight maybe?" Draig says much louder than needed in hopes to lure some fool out of hiding. "Come come come out and play~" Draig punctuates his taunting with menacing laughter, menacing even by his standers.
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Post by RedWing on Dec 18, 2018 1:10:57 GMT -5
Distantly, she can hear a male voice yelling. She stills, and listens as he taunts, then groans. "oh no, not him." From the way the voice echoes, it seems he is still quite a bit away. She pushes against the wall with her left arm, trying to lift herself to her feet, but slides back down after a wave of dizziness hits her and she falls back down. She grunts in pain as she hits the floor and lets her head fall against the wall. She casts a light healing spell. It's not enough to close the wound, but its enough to bring down the severity of it. The wound still bleeds, but as a small light flow rather than the gushing blood. She sighs and decides to stay still and quiet. Maybe that fool will just walk past her.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 18, 2018 1:21:41 GMT -5
As the winds shift, it would appear they are in Draig's favor today. Blood, burnt flesh, death. The scent is strong. Fresh. Perhaps there's even paid work to be had! Draig readies his gun as he starts working his way through the dank ally ways towards the source, checking corners as he goes and no longer vocalizing the taunts. The festering cornucopia of scents grow strong as Draig must be nearing its source... To find an odd smell. A bit of iron, and a bit of burnt ozone. Draig quickly checks his weapon for damages and shrugs before carrying on. Rounding a corner with gun up, Draig suddenly spots the woman of red feathers, blue flame and wrath from a bit back. He instantly lowers his gun as he sees the pile of corpses, of what appears to be gangsters. People he'd have wanted to kill sure but hey its good they are dead. Draig chuckles deeply and darkly as he nods and looks at the body count. "MMMM... I see you beat me to the party. Nice. I appreciate the quality of your work." Driag sniffs again, curious about the scent, only to find it coming from her. He instantly stops the behavior as he knows it to be rude. "You have been injured, laying waste to the filth." Draig takes his gun in his massive left robotic hand and holds his right palm up as a honey colored, warming light fills it. "I am willing to treat your wounds, this time. In hopes of establishing a... Better reputation. I would hope to maybe do business in the future. I know potential when I see it."
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Post by RedWing on Dec 18, 2018 2:00:17 GMT -5
The ally went quiet. Has he left? She let her eyes close in the silence...until his voice was suddenly in front of her. She peeks open her left eye and yup. There he was. "what is it that you DO?" she asks not accepting the healing. She can't.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 18, 2018 2:07:00 GMT -5
Draig sighs and closes his right hand, dispelling the magic with a faint pop. "I take money or services and goods to do dirty deeds. I am not made for being a sneak but heavy lifting, being a distraction, intimidation, full on raids and assaults... These are all I know, apart from hunting. I am very good at that." Draig says calmly as his ears and eyes occasionally flick around attempting to perceive if they are in danger. "I would be happy to escort you to a place where you have people, away from a sensitive to you location. Maybe on the way we find more little shits and I show you what I am made of." He says in his rumbling, accented voice.
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Post by RedWing on Dec 18, 2018 9:59:47 GMT -5
Like all canine-like creatures, she has a hard time understanding him. It takes her a few moments of silence to translate what he said. "You're a mercenary." Says with a flat tone. "Your types are not my favorite, you know. They always turn on me." Her words came out rather slowly.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 18, 2018 13:00:59 GMT -5
Draig grins a softly shakes a finger “Ah ah ah, you assume me to be like the rest. Ask around and anyone that knows of me will tell you otherwise. I’ve only been a mercenary the past month, my time here. Back home I was a soldier. I ran special operations and was also an advisor of sorts. I assume you don’t harm children? So long as I am not asked to do that or asked to harm innocent women I’ve no reason to turn on you. That would tactically be a poor choice too as I’ve few allies established here thus far.”
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Post by RedWing on Dec 18, 2018 20:31:21 GMT -5
She blinks slowly as she removes her hand to look at the wound on her side. The bleeding almost stopped, but she still needs it bandaged. There is no way she is letting the new blood anywhere near her home. She tries to think, but it's all fuzzy. She glances up at him. Hard eyes stare through him. She slowly blinks with a defeated sigh and holds out her left hand to him. "There's a place you can take me to."
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 18, 2018 20:36:37 GMT -5
Draig nods and carefully takes her hand and gingerly helps her up, trying not to stress the wound. "Should you desire, I have a first aid kit on my person. If you do not trust my magic, I could perhaps at least bandage your wound? You may inspect my supplies first if that would ease your mind. Also. Do you suspect more of these people showing up? I could block the way with ice. Slow them down a little." Draig speaks a little slower than normal as his mind is busy calculating his options.
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Post by RedWing on Dec 18, 2018 20:54:32 GMT -5
"No." she says. Whether it was directed to the bandage or the thugs, he wouldn't know. "We just need to get there." as she begins to walk, she points to the bodies. "Do you know who they are, Mr. Kaiser?" she quizzes him.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 18, 2018 21:07:14 GMT -5
"As you wish." Draig responds softly and follow's, on-guard. "No. The only name I know is Crimson Tide and I know they don't belong to said faction. And that you don't either. Which is why I don't mind helping. The Crimson Tide are monsters. They don't even leave the children unscathed." Draig punctually puffs a bit of ice. "I assume you know how to get to our destination, but I should probably be on point as a shield yes? Feel free to give me verabl cues as to where to go." Draig picks up his pace which is easy to do when your legs are as long as his and activates his shield once his is in front of his "objective".
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Post by RedWing on Dec 18, 2018 23:03:24 GMT -5
She does not know why, but him activating his shield to protect her, even if she IS wounded, irritates her. She limps a bit at first, before forcing herself to walk normally. "Sheild down, Mr. Kaiser. Do not draw attention. Just keep walking." she growls and hands his aviators with red lenses. "Follow the marks on the wall."
When he puts the shades on, he will see faintly glowing marks on certain walls. though they were in a unusual foreign language, it was easy to tell which way they were pointing.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 18, 2018 23:15:38 GMT -5
"MMmm alright." Draig lowers the shield as asked, not really bothering him much. Lower profile can be good and its not like it wont stop a bullet or two still even when deactivated. Draig is a little surprised and intrigued at the turn of events, especially these cool red things that go over ones eyes he had not seen before. "You have nice toys, miss." Draig states as his tail wags, taking turns or holding straight as needed.
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Post by RedWing on Dec 23, 2018 14:37:17 GMT -5
They walked for about 10 minutes. Turning lefts and rights and straights before stopping at a what looks to be a dead end to everyone else, but to Draig, he sees an enormous tribal like mark that made the shape of a Phoenix on the wall. Between the tails was a sun.
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