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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 28, 2019 17:23:43 GMT -5
No-Name nods, “Sounds good to me.” She pauses and listens for a moment, trying to see if the voices are moving towards them. “I don’t know if the coast is clear. It could either help us, or be a dead giveaway.” Suddenly loud laughter rings out, “What patrol they are.” She scoffs and begins walking a bit faster, checking behind for Draig.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 28, 2019 17:54:43 GMT -5
"I'll only throw it up if they see us." Draig whispers as he follows along behind No-name, electing to keep his gun out in case they get in a tight space where he can't swing his sword.
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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 28, 2019 18:09:22 GMT -5
No-Name leads him down and out of the alleys, most of the crowd here continued on with their lives. No-Name checked back on Draig, “What now? They know I’m here.”
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 28, 2019 18:18:38 GMT -5
"Same as before, we just gotta be careful. So, we find this person that can figure out about the plate and if its a tracking device. We get it disabled. Then we can get you disguised, or potentially do that before if things line up right. Then... You gotta figure out what you want to do about these people. Make them think you're dead, or set a trap for them and kill them. It's your call." Draig continues holding his gun, keeping it pointed in a safe direction, not an uncommon sight here in The Drag.
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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 28, 2019 18:50:28 GMT -5
No-Name nods and walks on as he speaks, “Alright, I don’t know any nearby areas, never really been to this part of the Drag much. They probably wouldn’t believe that I’m dead, since, if its true I am a prototype, which has no evidence against it, then I was made to not die easily, probably.”
Meanwhile a single person stands wearing a long trench coat and hat, not quite blending in with the surroundings. As Draig and No-Name continue forwards the stranger follows them, never staying in one spot for long
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 28, 2019 18:58:52 GMT -5
"While that is true, everything dies. Even stars." Draig watches the stranger in his peripherals, taking notes of their actions as the press on-wards. "These agents are shit. You know..." Draig leans in and whispers into No-name's ear. "We COULD go into a neutral zone like the gun shop. If they go in and cause trouble... Well. They'll die before they know where they fucked up. And if they don't follow, maybe we can get some trip mines or something else fun to use against them. As far as where to go, I'm not really familiar with this part as I live on the other side. So we will just have to keep our eyes open."
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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 28, 2019 19:08:39 GMT -5
“Oh, I know. I’m just saying they’d probably immediately label it as BS and continue looking.” No-Name chuckles, “I agree. Very loud, though they are used to being guards soo.” A small building comes into view and No-Name begins walking towards it, not at all noticing that the trench coated figure still following them.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 28, 2019 19:25:50 GMT -5
"Guards you say? Does your planet not have a proper military or agency for handling these kinda of things?" Draig inquires as he begins to wonder if what No-name was forced to be part of was in-fact not even a legal opperation in the first place. None of it makes sense to him. Leaning down once more Draig whispers "Also... Don't look now but you're being tailed by some one in a trench coat."
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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 28, 2019 19:46:06 GMT -5
“It does. They just sounded like the guards who used to stand outside my cell, and bring food.” No-Name sighs, “Really? Great. We should be safe in here.” She walks up to the building and opens one of the doors. “Hellooo? Anyone here?” She asks once she’s in, looking around the area, someone answers from the back but their voice is very muffled. No-Name leans on a small desk, waiting.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 29, 2019 1:15:33 GMT -5
While waiting for whomever No-name is expecting he leans in and whispers into her ear "Doesn't that imply you were part of something either not sanctioned by your government or something very secretive? That's not the norm, in my experience. Also... Maybe while you're safe in here, I can go out and get supplies to disguise you with? We can then leave at slightly different times so it doesn't look like we know each other, which would give you away instantly."
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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 29, 2019 9:06:42 GMT -5
No-Name shrugs, “I honestly don’t know. The only things that were important to me there were escaping and finding a way to kill my family.” She whispers the last part, “If you want to that would help a lot.”
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 29, 2019 16:47:42 GMT -5
"Well... The escaping part sure seemed wise at least. But yeah just hang tight and call me if something goes sour." With a wave Draig sets back out into the streets, keeping silent tabs on any suspicious characters that may or may not be there as he searches for dye's and concealing clothing.
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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 29, 2019 20:13:02 GMT -5
Not too long after Draig leaves a man comes from the back of the small building and up to the counter, "Hey, you didn't die. I was wondering when you'd come back. What can I do for you?" No-Name smiles, "Yup. Didn't die. You see, I found this.. thing attached to me and I was wondering if you could help me get it off." She turns back to her canine form and the man inspects the device. "Possibly. Let me see what I can do."
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 29, 2019 21:47:10 GMT -5
Draig gather's the materials meticulously, being sure to stuff them into bags and to buy several things to throw off watchers, and to store anything that may have been seen separate so that No-name wouldn't use it and makes his way back to her.
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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 30, 2019 0:32:18 GMT -5
After a short while of examination, he turns to her, “I can get it out but it will definitely hurt a lot as it’s pretty deep in there.” No-Name nods quietly, “Alright, just do what you have to.” The man nods and begins cutting the wires and metal from her skin and muscle. She protests as he does this but tries not to move. After a while, she has to lay down due to the blood loss and getting tired from standing for so long. After what seems like an eternity the small metal gadget is removed and lands on the towled floor with a muted clank. “One second, I’ll go get some bandages.” He disappears to the back and she is left staring at the door to the outside as he loudly searches for them.
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