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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 30, 2019 1:16:40 GMT -5
Stepping inside, Draig sees a bleeding No-name, and blood soaked, odd metallic item on the floor. Not knowing what the racket in the back is, Draig rushes in. Ripping a sleeve off one of the extra shirts, he applies pressure to the wound as he administers his not so powerful healing magic, possibly stemming the blood flow at least a little.
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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 30, 2019 9:11:00 GMT -5
No-Name smiles and pants softly as Draig arrives, “Hey,, you’re back.” She pauses to breathe, “As you can see, he got it out. That was painful.” She does her best to nod to the small object. Not too long after he comes back out with a roll of bandages, “Sorry I took so long, Oh.. hello sir. Thank you for helping her out while I was in the back.” He leans down with the bandages and does his best to put them on without hurting her.
Meanwhile on the corner the trench coated figure stands waiting for them, barely looking up it can be seen that they have a more canine face and only two eyes. They stand casually on the wall but still get the occasional odd glance from passerby’s.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 30, 2019 21:42:54 GMT -5
Draig's glowing eyes dart to No-names as she speaks, worry washing away as she informs him of what has occurred. With a sigh of relief Draig right's himself and tosses the blood soaked rag in the trash. "Any idea what that thing is?" Draig asks the two of them as he walks over and picks it up in his robotic/armored left hand. "Also..." Draig leans in and whispers "There's a person in a trench coat outside, as if waiting on you. Due to how things have gone, might I suggest donning a disguise now and leaving through a different exit?"
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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 30, 2019 22:05:57 GMT -5
As the bandages are done being placed, No-Name slowly sits up. The man stands up and looks at it, “I don’t know exactly what it is, it’s definitely mechanical, most likely some sort of tracking device.” No-Name sighs, “Yeah, I don’t know if I should change back or not. Probably not the best idea right now.” She chuckles nervously.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 31, 2019 14:24:13 GMT -5
Draig stares at the tracking device in his grasp as he searches for possible solutions. A few silent moments pass and Draig nods,now having a plan he’s satisfied with. “I agree you shouldn’t turn back yet. That would defeat these supplies I gathered. Might I make a suggestion? In addition to leaving out a different way, we may wish to have this tracking device go a different direction. Perhaps we can give it to some one and tell them it’s something valuable. Once the blood has been cleaned off at least. It’s all up to you though. These are just ideas.”
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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 31, 2019 18:01:23 GMT -5
No-Name thinks about it, “They may end up killing or severely injuring that person though. At the very least definitely interrogate them, thinking they might know me.” She pauses, “I suppose if it’s given to a bad person then yes, as odd as it sounds coming from me I’d hate to see an innocent person die to cover my tracks.”
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 31, 2019 21:25:18 GMT -5
Draig sighs and runs his face at this, in his mind, un-necessary complication. "And what would you define as an acceptable person to give this to then? The majority of people here are unsavory. It's not like I was gunna hand it off to a kid."
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Post by Sirhaan on Jan 31, 2019 22:36:28 GMT -5
No-Name hums, “Wwwwweeelllll there’s that one shopkeeper who you destroyed and robbed, If he’s still here. Orrr maybe the guy who’s been following us? Anyone who we know is bad. And I know you won’t, I was just saying. You’re have a good heart.” She smiles.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Jan 31, 2019 23:34:10 GMT -5
Draig huffs "A good heart huh?... Anyways. That guy at the food stand, he probably won't take anything I hand him. Hmmm this is tough. I doubt that stranger will take it either. Though... Maybe thats all those people want, if thats the case maybe showing it to them may not be bad?"
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Post by Sirhaan on Feb 1, 2019 0:26:54 GMT -5
No-Name sighs, “True. It’s worth a shot right? If not then we might at the very least find out why they’re following us.”
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Feb 1, 2019 14:28:51 GMT -5
Wiping the device clean with a nod, Draig holster's his gun knowing his sword would be better at point blank anyways. "In the mean time, take those supplies somewhere private, and be safe." Without waiting for a response as he has grown eager for action, he boldly strolls on out the front door in search of the man in the trench coat. Should he see him, he'd hold the device up to him and stare him down, and gauge their reaction.
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Post by Sirhaan on Feb 1, 2019 18:22:41 GMT -5
No-Name nods and begins carrying the supplies out the back door, thanking the man for his help.
The trench coated figure merely stares, confused at his sudden offer, though not showing any emotion other than it, “Blf hkvzp English?” They ask in a deeper voice.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Feb 2, 2019 1:23:37 GMT -5
Draig continues to watch with hard eyes and keeps his arm outstretched. "I speak whatever this tongue is. I think they do call it English here. You seem to be interested in my friend. Is this what you wanted from them? If not what business do you have? May wanna speak fast. And don't make me count down." Drawing the handle of his sword, he keeps it tucked up in his arm in case he should need to strike them down or intimidate, but out of sight so as to not cause alarm.
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Post by Sirhaan on Feb 2, 2019 11:11:45 GMT -5
“I figured, just to be safe since you seem to be close to her.” He lifts his hat up so that his face can be seen, he doesn’t look much different than No-Name, he has a couple small scars and his fur is mostly white. “I am interested in her, but assuming you’re thinking I’m hunting her, you’d be incorrect.” He stares at the small object, “I don’t know what that is, some sort of device?” He keeps his hands in his pocket and watches Draig intently.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Feb 2, 2019 16:33:59 GMT -5
Draig's gaze becomes even more scrutinizing upon seeing his appearance not being too different than No-names. Taking a few audible sniff's of the air, a familiar scent to No-name finds him. Causing chaos to break loose in his mind. "You are like her, aren't you?! And... She escaped the place via a random to her portal... Was that you perchance? I still want to know what you want with her. I'm not taking any chances. As far as this device in my hand? We just had it removed from her. It seems to be some sort of name plate with a tracking device."
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