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Post by Fell on Dec 21, 2020 20:04:44 GMT -8
Both of her hands balled into tight fists as soon as he said it again. She turned to face him, rage all over her face. Then, slowly, she raised her hand, putting a finger to her lips in the universal sign of quiet. She gave a shake of her head, pain evident in every movement she made. Just hearing that word made her sick to her stomach.
Slowly, carefully, she ran her fingers along her throat, and then pointed once more to herself. She didn't say anything, but it was obvious in that moment that she couldn't. Her throat muscles stood out against the skin, as if she were choking on something. They were locked in place. When she spoke, she made slow motions, as if explaining things to a deaf toddler.
"Listen, Drake," she pointed to him, "that word," she pointed to herself, exaggeratedly, "doesn't mean anything." With that, she pointed to her throat. If he couldn't understand her, there was nothing she could do.
"Now, come on. Let's just go."
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Post by Drake on Dec 21, 2020 20:14:08 GMT -8
Drake watched. He wasn't sure if he understood what she was trying to say, but something about that word was obviously causing her discomfort that, she wasn't able to talk about do to the mark on her soul. That combined with her earlier warning about names...
"So, Dog, what is your real name?"
He would ask, rather pointedly.
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Post by Fell on Dec 21, 2020 20:15:56 GMT -8
"I am The Watchdog. Bark."
Her eyes flashed for a moment with disgust as she said it, and she added the little bark at the end of the statement in complete, vicious sarcasm.
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Post by Drake on Dec 21, 2020 20:29:03 GMT -8
"Yeah, your nickname, like the one you warned me about. But what is YOUR name."
He pressed. Trying to confirm if he had gotten what he was being hinted at.
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Post by Fell on Dec 21, 2020 20:30:44 GMT -8
She meshed her teeth together and shook her head again. She didn't bother trying to answer him. She simply turned away, walking back in the direction she had led him in originally. Whether he followed or not was up to him. Like she had told him the night before... it didn't bother her either way.
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Post by Drake on Dec 21, 2020 20:39:17 GMT -8
"I see."
He would follow.
"So, what about your... companions there, anything of importance I should know about them?"
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Post by Fell on Dec 21, 2020 20:43:01 GMT -8
She snickered to herself, continuing to rub the side of her neck as if it still pained her. She was moving more stealthily, as if pain somehow triggered even MORE of the predator to come out of her.
"The twins are crazy, and the innocent ones are probably not as innocent as you think," she said with a shrug. "Just trust your instincts here."
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Post by Drake on Dec 21, 2020 20:52:33 GMT -8
He would look at her hard.
"My instincts say that I shouldn't trust any of you, any of this. My instincts also tell me to be especially wary of you."
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Post by Fell on Dec 21, 2020 21:01:03 GMT -8
She stopped in her tracks, then. She didn't face Drake, and simply stared straight ahead. If one looked hard enough, they'd be able to see the beginnings of tent city, and homeless people were milling around, just outside of earshot. She took a deep breath.
"Like I said. Trust your instincts."
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Post by Drake on Dec 21, 2020 21:32:31 GMT -8
"Hm."
Was all Drake would say. Thankfully, thats all he ever did. He lived his life full of distrust and pain. Because that's what saved him. He didn't want to be here... but he had a feeling that if he didn't come, something worse would happen.
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Post by Fell on Dec 22, 2020 8:20:43 GMT -8
Dog led him through the tent city in silence. The homeless shrunk away from her, disappearing into their boxes and tents, or around corners. They were obviously terrified of her. Even the old man, always sitting in front of his fire cooking his mystery meat, disappeared as soon as Dog came into view.
She glanced back at Drake, and intentionally took him to the same door Gidget had, of the same building. Inside was the same room full of smoke and bodies, people indulging in the worst of their habits. They all looked up at Dog, but it was hard to feel anything through the drugs. She paid them no attention. They were fleas. Easy to ignore.
She stopped in front of the back door and turned, standing at attention. She glanced at Drake and tossed her head at the door. It was obvious she wouldn't be joining him.
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Post by Drake on Dec 22, 2020 12:42:02 GMT -8
Drake scowled.
"This guy."
He turned to Iskera.
"I have no intentions of doing anything for him. I believe my companion already told him off."
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Post by Fell on Dec 22, 2020 13:00:49 GMT -8
She shrugged her shoulders. At least Drake was vaguely aware of who he was dealing with, even if he didn't quite understand the implications of it all.
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Post by Drake on Dec 23, 2020 0:17:31 GMT -8
Drake sneered again as he opened the door. His hand on his sword as he walked inside.
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Post by Fell on Dec 23, 2020 6:43:26 GMT -8
The same man from before was perched in his same seat. This time, however, the people surrounding him were different. They weren't simple nameless henchmen...
On either side was a teenager, young children with inky black hair and strange eyes. One was red and one was blue. The female was leaned over the chair, wearing a tutu and a long, clingy jacket. The male was standing upright in a suit.
The man smiled as Drake came in, raising a hand and dragging his fingers lightly through the air. "Ah. You came. How kind of you. I was beginning to wonder if our little puppy was going to fail. Again."
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