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Post by Fell on Jan 1, 2021 19:09:38 GMT -8
Drake would receive a single text message, through an unknown and unrecognized phone number, telling him to meet with "an ally" in a park, far across the city from where the homeless had gathered, and far from the Droogs headquarters.
The park was mostly deserted at night. Only a single figure sat on the swing set, a hood pulled up over their head.
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Post by Drake on Jan 1, 2021 19:33:13 GMT -8
Drake would go to the location at the time given. The place was deserted and only one person was visible. He would attempt to scan their soul to see if maybe they were preparing a trap!
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Post by Fell on Jan 1, 2021 19:35:46 GMT -8
The person sitting on the swingset was a young girl, a Meta, no doubt. Her soul was alive with the vibrant flames of rage and betrayal, but at the end of the day... there was a small, almost topaz colored center to it. It seemed to glow. She was obviously on a darker path, but one no darker than Drake's or some of the people he had been around. She had the blemishes of a criminal, but beneath the anger and the things she was willing to do, she was good.
She was idly pushing herself back and forth on the swing, glancing up from underneath her hood. Her ice colored eyes gleamed slightly as she caught sight of Drake, but she didn't say anything... She simply waited for him to join her.
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Post by Drake on Jan 1, 2021 19:38:00 GMT -8
Drake was sill unconvinced that this wasn't some sort of trap, but for now he would carefully make his way to the person his hand on his sword.
"You the one I'm supposed to meet?"
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Post by Fell on Jan 1, 2021 19:41:02 GMT -8
She finally turned to look up at him, and white hair bands brushed out of the way for him to see her face. Young was almost an understatement. It would be surprising if she was old enough to drink. She had a gnarly scar tracing down her cheek and across her chin. Her eyes were shining with wisdom, however, and there was a smirk on her face.
"Depends. Who sent you?"
Her voice was a purr, quiet and rumbling, but significantly deeper than one would assume from somebody who looked like her.
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Post by Drake on Jan 1, 2021 19:58:48 GMT -8
Drake held up his phone.
"Depends on if you know this random string of numbers that definitely doesn't belong to a phone."
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Post by Fell on Jan 1, 2021 20:01:20 GMT -8
She glanced at the phone, snickering.
"Oh. Now that's impressive. How do you even get something to send from a number like that?"
The girl leaned back on the swing slightly, looking back up at Drake with those unnerving eyes.
"If you don't know who sent you, why are you here? That seems fishy as fuck to me, and I'm not in anywhere near as much danger as you."
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Post by Drake on Jan 1, 2021 20:10:08 GMT -8
"I came because I'm curious, and because the last dumbfuck that attacked me regretted it. I'm sure if this is another trap I can handle it."
He would cracking his neck.
"Now what do you mean about me being in more trouble than you."
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Post by Fell on Jan 1, 2021 20:14:16 GMT -8
She couldn't help but snicker again at his comment. She wasn't particularly interested in fighting him, and her soul made that obvious.
"Well, the person who sent me here is involved in some major bullshit, so if it's the same person... then I'm assuming you've gotten yourself caught up in that same bullshit. Or, even better, you said you weren't INTERESTED in said bullshit. Which, while hilarious, puts you in significantly more trouble than me."
She stretched, and her lithe frame was exposed for a moment. The sleeves of her jacket fell to expose scars along her pale arms: most were straight, with almost surgical precision, while a few looked to be sloppy.
"After all. I'm a nobody, at least on the bullshit's radar."
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Post by Drake on Jan 1, 2021 20:32:43 GMT -8
He rolled his eyes.
"Is this more Iskeira's games?"
He shook his head.
"Yeah, I did turn that blow heart down. I have an extreme distrust for men like him."
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Post by Fell on Jan 1, 2021 20:37:18 GMT -8
"Good thing to know that you've got some taste," the girl said, continuing to swing on the set a bit.
"Yeah, Izzy sent me, too. Glad to hear it. Wouldn't call it a game... more like... Well, like being stuck in a game, and going outside the rules. What's that called?" She made a face for a second until she thought of it, and snapped her fingers as the word came to her. "Ah! Loophole. Right. She's finding loopholes."
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Post by Drake on Jan 1, 2021 21:07:25 GMT -8
"Loopholes huh, and exactly what kind of Loophole are you and I supposed to be?"
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Post by Fell on Jan 1, 2021 21:13:06 GMT -8
"Nobody turns down the Droogs these days, so Snake is sure to have it out for you, my man. And there's not a damn thing Izzy can do about it."
Her lips curled up into an almost predatory smile, her eyes alight with the same rage that colored her soul.
"Except send you to me."
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Post by Drake on Jan 1, 2021 21:14:39 GMT -8
"Oh? And what is it that the two of us can do?"
He would ask as he relaxed his hand off his sword and crossed his arms.
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Post by Fell on Jan 1, 2021 21:17:03 GMT -8
"Hopefully take that mother fucker down, one way or another."
There was a viciousness to her voice, a growl that seemed to originate from deep within her chest.
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