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Post by Quan Tian Meng on Dec 20, 2009 15:59:03 GMT -8
OOC: vespyr and company(open)
The park, what a great place for the poor and destitute, not really but kind of. It was in fact a good place for a poor person if they knew how to steal, if not then it was a place where you could get away from the hassle of cops telling you to move on. It was for those reasons that Quan was in the park today. He loved the park for the people and the air. There were generally a lot of absent minded people in the park so it made life easier. So he wandered the park aimlessly looking for people to pickpocket and just generally enjoying the nice weather.
Quan walked down the paths looking around for people but not really trying too hard in particular. He had found that this was a game of patience more then anything else and he was in any mood to rush. He could honestly say that he wasn't too erribly hungry so it didn't really matter but in an hour or two the story might be a little different. He wore the usual pair of jeans that were worn out and had holes on the knees as well as his worn white and black t shirt as well as his fingerless gloves. He laughed at the thought of his clothes, he figured more respectable people would think that he he was nothing more then a punk, thoughts that were reciprocated through looks. Whatever though, he didn't care.
As he walked through the park he came upon this one guy who seemed to be a prime target. He was looking the otherway and seemed to be occupied by something else. All that and he could clearly see the man's wallet bulge in his back pocket. Would it be of any need to note that this was the exact same Ivan that the girl had mentioned before? Nah. So Quan started jogging as to not seem suspicious. He came up behind the man, bumping into him giving an apologetic, "Duibuqi(Sorry)," As his hand pulled the wallet out of his pocket and slipped it into his.
He grinned as he walked away. He had gotten away with it. He would ditch the wallet as soon as he was out of possibly eyeshot of the dude. He didn't wan't to hold on the wallet because honestly he didn't want to get pinned with theft. he was getting past the age of a mere slap on the wrist. Some serious shit might happen sooner or later if he go caught, which of course he didn't intend, Little did he know that he was being observed...
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 22, 2009 21:54:43 GMT -8
Vespyr's eyes were dull, reflecting no sunlight though she gazed across the grass that basked in its warmth. She had sunk deep into the abyss of her mind, and her eerie violet eyes were nothing but empty shells, motionless and without life. The rest of her body was as pale and still as a corpse as she lay across the bough of a tree, one delicate white hand peeking out from the black sleeve that was suspended inanimatedly below the rest of her.
What was she doing here? Not even she could answer that question; in the middle of the night she had begun thinking again, wandered here, and stared off into the distance for hours. Occasionally she would break from her thoughts to gaze indifferently at one of the passersby, who were unaware of her presence, but it was a brief reaction and soon she'd be wallowing in darkness again. Life... was a blur without meaning. Yet, despite that she knew for a fact that it was pointless to scrutinize its meaning, she always found herself in this state--more than pensive, utterly lost without the salvation that an answer would bring.
Through the dark and misty turmoil, Vespyr watched blithely as a young man fixed his sights on the back pocket of another. She had seen it before and watched with frail interest at the scoundrel, wondering if he'd get what he wanted or if there would be a testosterone brawl in a matter of moments...
But no, he seemed to know what he was doing. The technique was a little cliche, though, but hey... as long as it worked, it went along fine. She watched the smile grow on his face, noting the smooth texture of his skin and the way the sun seemed to linger there fondly, caressing each prominent feature like a beautiful sculpture. As of late, Vespyr had been seeing a strange beauty in everything, even the humans she despised. Their crafted souls were a disgusting piece of work, but their bodies-- faces, hands, and forms-- were like a work of art. She would study them so gingerly as she took them apart, piece by piece, even keeping parts she found exceptionally lovely as momentoes.
The man passed under the tree she had been resting in, and her eyes followed him carefully. She felt the familiar urge rising in her again as she watched him go, remembering his face though she had seen it only briefly. Had to see it again, to feel it in her hands.
As soon as he was a safe distance away, Vespyr slid down from the tree and kept a keen eye on the direction he was headed in before making her way to a nearby building to scale the roof. Luckily for her, clouds had begun to blot out the sun so she wasn't completely fried in its merciless glare, and her shadow did not spill out onto the ground below. From her position on the rooftop, she was hidden from view but could also see wherever the young man would go. If he turned a corner into the alley, she would be there. If he kept walking, she would cross the black gap with ease and continue to stalk him from above.
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Post by Quan Tian Meng on Dec 23, 2009 13:55:53 GMT -8
You ever get the feeling that you were being followed?
It wasn't a fun feeling, especially not if you grew up in a social situation where being followed usually ended with you dead. The feeling of being watched had a subtle uncertainty too it. You got the feeling and you started assuming it was everyone. You wanted to look at and peer at everyone. Find the one fooling you if only to tell them to stop. The thing was though you couldn't do that. You didn't really want them to know that they were found out. Usually because they could become unpredictable, or something else. No, it was best to act casual and look for suspicious people through random acts of whatever and looking for people who acted off. That or just try and loose them through a variety of means.
Quan could have just been paranoid but as he left the park he had that feeling. So instead of looking around he smiled and continued walking. He began to make his way into the city. The idea was simple, get to a crowded and public area. Though that was not always the easiest thing to do. But generally if you followed a few basic principles it went along a lot smoother. That alley for example, it was in fact a short cut to downtown, a more crowded area but it violated a key principle, never enter an isolated area. Even if the streets were empty there was always that chance that kept the pursuers from doing anything rash. So Quan would walk around on the streets.
As he walked he pulled the money out of his pocket, the money from the park, all he had on him. He needed to count it out anyway and if it was enough he could use it to his advantage here if it were enough. Turns out it was ten bucks. Not amazing but not bad either. Enough for a cheap meal and hell he was hungry so he might as well.
Principle two, enter buildings randomly taking part in time consuming activities, provided it doesn't violate the no isolation principle. So Quan walked deeper downtown, by taking the streets. As he got to where there was a sub shop he walked in. He bought a sub and some of those healthy chips and found a seat against the wall, his back against that wall so there would be no surprises, just in case. It didn't really matter though as the shop was not empty, there were a few customers along with the employees. That and it had big windows that advertised everything going on in the store so if anything were to go down it would be widely noticed. Sure he could still get killed but it would be noticed and if that didn't matter? Well he was fucked anyway so it didnt really matter.
So Quan with his seat took his time eating, looking out the window, though not sitting in front of it. Justified by the fact that outside was more interesting then inside. He hoped that taking his time would get the person following him would just pass on. That or he was just paranoid, but those feelings of his had saved him in the past so it would be foolishness to just dismiss them now...
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 23, 2009 17:02:16 GMT -8
Vespyr could sense the unease that her prey was radiating as he walked away; it was comical, how obviously nervous people were when they were pretending to be normal. It took a skilled predator to see it, and Vespyr was definitely such. She hopped onto the next rooftop as he turned into the sub shop across the street. Her eyes narrowed nefariously--trying to escape, eh? Any other stalker might have waited for him to emerge from his hole, but since Vespyr knew that was what he was expecting, she'd have to take a more direct approach.
The femme dropped herself into the alley below and emerged into the sidewalk crowd unnoticed. Her face was expressionless as she crossed the street, blending into the city scenery with ease. Once she reached the sub shop, she pulled the door open and inconspicuously flipped the sign around to say CLOSED. There was a couple chatting heartily at a table by the door; Vespyr reached around the first one's neck as she passed, tearing it open with her bare hand as she slammed the head of the other down on the table before he had a chance to cry out. Their slumped and bleeding bodies were only visible for a moment before she switched off the light, cutting the horriffic scene out of view of passersby. Within seconds, Vespyr had leapt stealthily over the counter and taken out the shop owner with the knife he held in his hand, and there was silence in the dark.
She was alone with her prey.
He was against the wall. Vespyr was perched on the counter, facing him. If made any movement to run, she would have leapt and pinned him to the ground before he had a chance to reach the door. He was trapped. The girl grinned, her delicately pointy white teeth glinting menacingly in the darkness. She would wait for him to make a move, examining him with her eyes, deciding which of his features was the best and worth taking.
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Post by Quan Tian Meng on Dec 23, 2009 18:04:10 GMT -8
Unease? Maybe. Nervousness? No, not entirely. He was ready for action. A little tense maybe but there was nothing noticeably different then everyday. With the exception of knowing that someone was after him at this point there was nothing particularly different then usual. He always was as ready for action as this. There was not too much.
When a girl entered the store and turned the sign to closed Quan knew that he had found the one. He knew that this would probably not end well, nor why she was well pissed with him or what exactly she wanted. And as it would turn out she wanted something from him just enough to kill. As she killed the first person Quan raised his eyebrows in interest. He really wanted to know what he had done to warrant this kind of interest. He watched as she turned off the light and went to kill the the shop owner. A pity a bite into his sub and he had really enjoyed this place. Apparently he would have to savor this sub. Yeah, that was just about as much as he felt for the people dying around him. He had seen it all before so it wasn't too surprising. It wasn't like he was some stone cold killer like she was but he had gotten to the point where blood and guts didn't particularly faze him.
The lights being turned off wasn't particularly scary if that had been the effect, actually it helped him out a bit. Darkening the area, it covered up his movements and features. Well she'd be able to see movement so that may have been a little lie, but his eyes, well she wouldn't be able to tell what he was looking at. But he hadn't really needed that anyway. He had seen all he needed to while the action had been going on. What he could tell was that he was in the middle of the store. There was an exit in the front and in the back. He sat in the middle of it. Right now as it stood the entrance leading out to the street was the most logical one to try and make a break for as there was a crowd, but then again she had already shown that she wasn't afraid to kill anyone in her way, some sort of quality there. And yes Quan was looking to run. If a fight was to be had it would consist of Quan not getting stabbed and making a get away. Maybe he'd be more inclined to stay if he knew that a possible loss would not end in death but alas that was not certain. In fact he was fairly sure he would die if he lost, so he figured it was best to cut his losses. There was no honor in death so why be honorable in a life or death fight.
She sat there or crouched whatever you wanted to call it perched on the counter watching him. Quan couldn't help but chuckling, "Do I at least get to finish my sandwich?"
Yeah, he would be cracking jokes until the end...
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 23, 2009 20:36:38 GMT -8
Vespyr could see very well in the darkness; she had been living in the dark for more than half of her life and her eyes were well-adjusted. The light reflecting from the window did conceal the man's irises, but where his attention was directed to she cared not.
The first thing she noticed about him was that during the minute or so in which she had just killed three people and was now staring him down, he had made no effort to leave. He hadn't even screamed or made the usual demands. Vespyr liked that he was not afraid, or that he was at least good at not showing it. Fear was a disgusting thing, a pitiful human weakness that she despised and wished to destroy. But here was an interesting specimen who seemed to show none of it-- absolutely delightful!
Vespyr hopped down from the counter, remaining equidistant from both doors as she made her way to the young man's table, in case he decided to make a run for it. She sat down across from him, sticking the large knife into the table as she did so. It stood upright, dripping blood into a puddle at the center of the table. Yes, the center. She had placed it there on purpose.
"Yes, you may finish. And don't touch the knife." she said, being quite straightforward. Vespyr leaned in closer, clasping her slender hands together beneath her chin. Her eyes were locked on his, admiring them. They were a deep brown, reminding her of something warm and rich and lovely... chocolate. Maybe she'd take his eyes.
"I'm very pleased that you didn't run. You are very accepting of fate, i presume?"
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Post by Quan Tian Meng on Dec 23, 2009 21:17:21 GMT -8
She allowed him to finish the sandwich, or at least said she would. It bought him a few minutes. He wasn't sure how he was going to use it. Yeah he hadn't decided whether he was going to take as long as possible to annoy her or actually use the time to prepare. There wasn't much he figured he could do to prepare, maybe add A LOT of salt to his food and using it as a weapon. It could burn like hell if it got in your eyes. The only problem was there was no real way that he could do that without her noticing. Ah well guess being an ass would have to do. If this was truly the end then well, there was no way better for him to go out, but then again he wasn't planning on making this the end or allowing it to become one.
"I'm very pleased that you didn't run. You are very accepting of fate, i presume?"
Hmm, now let's see here. There sure was a hell of a lot that he could say here. He could simply say the truth. He could tell her what she wanted to hear, and yeah, he knew the trick here. He could insult her flat out starting the fight. He could insult here in a more clever way. There certainly were a lot of options at his disposal. Actually the options were almost paralyzing. The key word being almost.
Quan figured that he had to prioritize things here. First and foremost he kind of wanted to know why she wanted him dead, which is was he kind of presumed based on her words. Coming in a close second was to crack as many jokes as possible during the whole thing, annoying her, throwing her edge of if possible but that would only be a slight perk if it happened. And lastly, well he really liked this sandwich and was looking forward to the chips. Well telling her what he suspected she wanted to hear was it.
After she asked the question Quan chuckled, yes those thoughts played out in near an instant, "Heh. The real question here is why did you ask me the question if you plan on giving no real heed to the answer?"
"I mean I say yes and you say you're disappointed that your prey is putting up no fight, I say no and you laugh asking me if I know what fate is right? In essence I guess what I'm really getting at is why are you asking me a trick question?"
Well, maybe she'd laugh at him and berate him for interpreting things wrong. But then she would likely answer him anyway. And If by some miracle he was right she would probably take on another route of questioning. He really didn't care whether or not he was right though. The key was to get dialog going. Figure out what had made her decide that he was worth murdering, what was it three other people? to get to. It really didn't matter whether the answer was as simple as he looked at her wrong somewhere down the line or not, it would be an answer all the same.
He took a bite of the sandwich...
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 23, 2009 22:17:33 GMT -8
Vespyr continued to stare in silence, letting the bulk of the young man's words fly right by-- he was too wordy, she could tell immediately. It wouldn't be his tongue she'd be taking, that was for sure...
She leaned back a bit, out of arm's reach of the knife. He may have been long-winded and verbose, but Vespyr knew that he wasn't dull. He had misread her message, but he was smart. How did she know? It was in his eyes-- everything he meant when he spoke and all the thoughts that were firing back and forth in his mind were visible through those two chocolate-tinted windows. When Vespyr stared into his eyes, it was they who spoke his words to her, not his mouth. In the average human's eyes Vespyr saw nothing but fear and simple lack of intellect, but here was one who was like beautifully polished glass beside rows of dusty panes.
"I was actually praising you, that is all."
Vespyr hadn't intended it to be a trick question; in fact, she hadn't really intended it to be anything of importance at all. Merely a means to start a conversation so that she could analyze him and decide what was worth keeping and what to throw away. Of course, she could have elaborated as to how fate didn't actually exist, but that was all beside the point. She found what she wanted; they had been staring her right in the face the whole time.
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Post by Quan Tian Meng on Dec 23, 2009 22:51:44 GMT -8
"I was actually praising you, that is all."
"Duibuqi/Sorry," Quan apologized in a more native accent to China instead of english. Yeah, he hadn't really put too much thought into the language that he apologized in because he usually apologized in Zhongwen, or Chinese. He personally found that its apology rolled off the tongue easier. But yeah, it wasn't really a sign of anything other then apology.
He had over analyzed. Apparently she was not the cruelly manipulative type, or was she? Pardon his lack of trust but she did come in here and kill a few people only to walk up to him and stab a knife into the table in front of him. Could you really blame him for that? But that was beside the point. He had merely failed in his attempts to start a conversation. Misjudged her to a degree. A mistake to be certain but the real question was would this be correctable? More to the point what was correctable? Was it surviving? Or mere communication? Wasn't really too sure anymore. Well actually that was a lie. The point had been to find out why she wanted him dead and then run. That was the main point.
He watched as she leaned back, out of what appeared to be her own arm reach of the knife. He wondered if this was some sort of test. To see if he would do anything. He could deny that he had thought about kicking the table forward, flipping it and knocking the chair she was sitting in over and proceeding from there. But he doubted the ability for that to work. Sure it played out in his head but that didn't mean it would necessarily translate to here. He took a bite of his sandwich and chewed slowly, a smile on his lips, other opportunity would come.
"So," He asked with a grin, "for what reason do I earn the pleasure of making your acquaintance today?"
What the hell might as well ask...
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 24, 2009 10:23:09 GMT -8
Vespyr tilted her head as he apolgized, an amused twinkle in her eye because of the irony in the situation. She was going to kill him and tear out his eyes and he was apologizing to her. But then, the words 'pleasure' and 'acquantance'-- perhaps he didn't realize what she had come here to do? Either that, or he was being devilishly sarcastic, wearing that grin and all. Vespyr couldn't help but laugh diabolically at both possibilities, twinging the dark room with a menacing madness. Ah, people could be quite entertaining when they weren't getting on her nerves.
She leaned forward again.
"Don't get too complacent. I wouldn't exactly call this a pleasurable meeting. Not for you, anyhow." she answered dangerously, drumming delicate white fingers on the table. It was about time to begin, she supposed, but she would wait a little longer just to see how things played out on their own. Would he try to run? Grab the knife? Or stay and ask more questions, perhaps, like the usual "Who the hell are you and what do you want?"
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Post by Quan Tian Meng on Dec 24, 2009 19:43:08 GMT -8
"Don't get too complacent. I wouldn't exactly call this a pleasurable meeting. Not for you, anyhow."
"Oh?" Quan asked somewhat sarcastically, grin still on his face. Then without the sarcasm and an actual hint of seriousness, "Are you trying to scare me? Well that's assuming I'm not a masochist but we'll dismiss that notion."
To be honest at this point threats towards his life were boring. He had heard them all before, though this was a little different then the rest. Never before did he have the pleasure of meeting someone who would kill to get to him. Though that alleviated the boredom of the threats to his life. To be honest he wasn't too bored at all. This was really rather entertaining, all the foreplay that is. Well to Quan that was more the fun part then the actual action but that was beside the point. He was at the fun part now and he might as well enjoy it.
"So," Quan asked taking another bite of his sandwich, "What is your name?"
He figured it was a good conversational question, if that was what she fancied. Quan figured that a conversation with a killer might be entertaining, much less his would be killer. He had never actually had the chance to sit across from one so this was a unique opportunity. He checked his sandwich. There was over half left, not a big surprise as he had been eating slowly intentionally, and because of this interesting opportunity. He reached over for his chips. He opened the bag and ate a chip...
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 24, 2009 20:11:56 GMT -8
There it was again. That insanely arbitrary question that everyone asked like knowing the answer would score them points for something. Vespyr had given up asking why it mattered; they always seemed to come up with some excuse as to why they just needed to know her name. Praise the eternal kindliness of man!
"I'm Vespyr. And you are?" she said with a resigned sigh, knowing that he was just buying time. He knew what was coming, and knowing her name obviously wouldn't change it one bit. He wouldn't be able to give it to the police, because he would dead! Ha! Besides, the police didn't know her name. Vespyr wasn't even her real name, of course. Vespyr didn't exist. The girl sitting at the table had ceased to exist ten years ago. And as everyone knows, you can't catch a ghost.
"And i'm not trying to scare you, just correcting you is all. There's no point in trying to scare someone, there's no thrill in that. The thrill is in the kill." Vespyr said with a smirk and a coy wink. "Speaking of which, that sandwhich is only going to last for so long. If you have anything that's worth saying, then you'd better cut the small talk because it won't get you anywhere."
Of course, nothing he could say would get him anywhere at all, but if Vespyr had to hear someone speaking she'd rather it were about something interesting. The cordial chats people exchanged with eachother were of no use or interest to her, and merely distracted her from more important tasks.
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Post by Quan Tian Meng on Dec 24, 2009 20:43:24 GMT -8
"I'm Vespyr. And you are?"
"Wo jiao Quan Tian Meng,/I am called, well you can figure out the rest," Quan answered once again in his more foreign accent. Another little oddity that he enjoyed. He figured that his name was Chinese so he might as well answer in that. That and well he liked the flow more of the introduction in his other language. There was no superiority involved or attempts to plead for his life through intelligence. He just liked how it rolled off the tongue. Seemed to fit.
He could tell that she was annoyed in her answer. Really though he wasn't sure why. All conversations had to start somewhere huh? Where better to start then at the beginning? Not really like you could start somewhere in the middle of it. Whatever.
"There's no point in trying to scare someone, there's no thrill in that. The thrill is in the kill."
"Oh I've known and known of people who'd disagree with that," Quan replied back with a wink, two could play at that game. Take an old friend for example. Hell the people that had killed his friend. They had the chance to kill him after his parents but then they had taken joy in cutting him in the face, giving him the scar that everyone would know him for. But she could think what she wanted.
"If you have anything that's worth saying, then you'd better cut the small talk because it won't get you anywhere."
"Well I'm trying to have a conversation but it takes two to tango, huh?" Quan asked sarcastically, "I mean it's not often that you get to talk to a killer, much less the one trying to do you in."
No, he was not necessarily trying to her her to say who she was and why she was doing it though he'd like to know. More to the point he wanted to speak with her because it was as he said. He wanted to know more about her and her killing lifestyle. Not for a analysis reason but because it was interesting. He wanted to know more about them so well he could a, have good story and B, know what to do/avoid for next time.
He ate another chip...
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Post by Vespyr on Dec 27, 2009 17:35:06 GMT -8
Hah. The curious ones were the ones who died first; why was that? They were an annoyance. Always talking in circles to bide their time and trying to squeeze out arbitrary information for what purpose? They were going to die, so what good did it do them? Nothing. Curiosity wasn't a good enough excuse to ask silly questions. Curiosity killed the cat. Why? Who the hell wouldn't wring the little bugger's neck if he wouldn't shut up and behave? In other words, Vespyr didn't have enough courtesy to satiate her victim's hunger for some truth about her and this hobby of hers.
"I'm not really one for conversation. I think i'll show you how it is, instead. Would you like that?" she said, grinning rapaciusly at the thought of the warm blood that would momentarily be running between her slender fingers. She would carve his eyes out, and then some.
The girl rose to her feet smoothly, looming over her prey with an vulturous glint in her eyes like that of a dark raven peering down from a gnarled branch, an ominous and cursed being with death in its heart. Vespyr's eyes were riveted predaciously as one white hand, peeking out from the edge of darkness, began to move steadily toward the crimson-stained knife plunged into the center of the table.
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Post by Quan Tian Meng on Dec 27, 2009 19:42:14 GMT -8
Curiosity? No, it wasn't a bad thing like people seemed to think. Curiosity had produced some of the world's greatest inventions and discoveries. No, as she and others seemed to think curiosity was not the enemy. It was stupidity within curiosity. To think anything else was stupid and Quan wouldn't mind telling it to her face if the time came. Why? Because it was the was the truth. Sure he was curious but if the risks did not outweigh the benefits then it was worth it. It could be a time of realization and discovery. And sure he was staring down a stone cold killer but curiosity and pissing her off didn't change anything. She still said she was going to kill him so what did it matter?
"I'm not really one for conversation. I think i'll show you how it is, instead. Would you like that?"
"So does that mean I can walk?" Quan laughed, laughing in such a way that made it clear that he wasn't laughing with her. So if he wasn't laughing with her then by that logic he was laughing a-, well she could figure out the rest as far as he cared. So what if she got angry. Mad at him? It could only help him really. If she got angered to the point that it effected her performance then it was only to his benefit. Some might say that he was killing all the time he had left but he knew the truth. She was done toying with him anyway. All he could really hope for now was the skill to get away, or for the cops getting here soon.
Wait, what?
As she stood up and her hand slowly moved for the knife, taunting him he merely asked, "How long do you think there is before the cops get here? I mean because there were two employees her, but I'm sure you already know that."
It was true though. He wasn't exactly sure what the other guy was doing but hell it bought him time. Either she would go to kill the guy or turn back on him. He had seen that the guy hadn't run. There was a fairly good chance that he had dialed 911 because who wouldn't? Or he was huddled in a corner. Regardless everyone had to die for her own protection. They knew her face. They could go to the cops and get her face on a wanted list. Or at least that's what Quan hoped she thought. There were good opportunities for identifications already. Quan knew her features but did the other guy? That didn't matter though. There was only one of her and two people to kill. It was inevitable, she started going and the other that was unoccupied would run. What would she do?
Probably more importantly why did Quan give up the other guy? He could have been noble and kept his mouth shut. But that really wasn't his style. He would help others out so long as it didn't really cost him anything. But in a life or death choice he was going to give himself as many chances as possible. He didn't care. He had no tie to the guy and no other will but to survive. And if he was questioned, assuming him and the other guy survived he could say he was trying to get her to see reason and scamper off. Yeah, Quan wasn't exactly a good guy now was he? But he wasn't entirely a bad guy either. But he was a survivalist through and through.
He mildly hoped that she would turn around and look at the counter trying to see the guy. Regardless of whether she did or not he would not let her grab the knife. His foot flipped the table up and he kicked it out at her. The table had a good amount of weight behind it so it was fairly likely to knock her down or at least knock her back and off balance and it was large enough that it wouldn't miss. At the noise the guy behind the counter would make a run for the door, staying as far away from Vespyr as possible. During this time he would slip out of of his spot and towards the main door as far as he could, not turning his back on her. If he could get out of the shop that was fine, if not well that was that...
Time to see what her choice would be...
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