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Post by Fell on Jan 1, 2021 20:21:17 GMT -8
Tent city was alive at night, when the freaks could come out to play. The homeless were a tight-knit community that kept together more often than not, and very rarely strayed from the little sense of home they had managed to create. However, just a few blocks away, trouble was brewing.
There was a young girl with her arms full of bags, and a hood pulled up to hide her hair and face from view. She was walking down the streets, headphones in her ears, when three men seemed to melt from the shadows. They surrounded her, wicked, lecherous grins on their faces.
"Hey, pretty girl," the leader sneered, reaching out to grab at her. She jerked back from him, trying to keep hold of her groceries. The incident devolved quickly, and within moments, her bag had spilled on the ground, canned goods going everywhere, and she let out a shrill shriek.
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 1, 2021 20:43:41 GMT -8
WR was watching, way up above like a hawk, like they always did. It was in this area that crime was usually the worst, especially at night, because the homeless were just as equally defenseless. So far, the night was completely uneventful, which was best case scenario in their line of duty.
However, as screams rang out from below, WR was thoughtless to react, abandoning their perch just as quickly as they claimed it.
They were clad in black from head to toe, covering their face and renowned Dragon jacket. In one hand was a retractable staff, and in the other was a half-smoked cigarette, which was the only thing to announce their presence.
Emerging from the shadows in the blink of an eye, WR vaulted off of the side of a building, launching themself at one of the goons, hoping to take him by surprise. They led with a full body kick and followed with a 'clack' to the head with the staff. Then they jumped in front of the girl, spinning the staff around as a threat to the other two. They didn't want to drop more than one body tonight.
"I'll give you assholes one chance to run."
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Post by Fell on Jan 1, 2021 21:00:37 GMT -8
The goon went down like a sack of bricks, unable to defend himself against a shadow he did not see coming. The other two jerked in surprise, releasing their hold on the girl. She fell to her knees and started trying to grab at the canned food, sobbing.
The leader of the goons turned to look at WR with a sneer on their face. "Baddiwad crack?" he demanded, obviously utilizing a code as he spoke. The other goon glanced between the leader and their downed companion, his eyes wide.
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 1, 2021 21:05:13 GMT -8
WR spit in the goon leader's face, and if that did not run him off, they would drop the staff and grab his shirt with that hand, cramming the lit cigarette into his mouth.
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Post by Fell on Jan 1, 2021 21:10:13 GMT -8
As soon as WR spit in his face, his look contorted in rage. He reached out to grab them, right as they took hold of their shirt... When, suddenly and out of nowhere, a hand would reach out to grab ahold of WR's arm, stopping them from putting the cigarette out in the man's mouth. It was a small, almost frail looking hand, with long fingers and bones almost showing through the skin. It led up to a rather heavily tattooed arm... and at the end of that arm, a woman with eyes that glowed the sanguine color of blood. Her attention was entirely focused on the leader of the goons, who stared back at her with genuine fear in his eyes. She continued to glower at him, until he shrunk down as small as he could. He and his friend each grabbed the fallen goon by one arm, and practically dragged him off, not bothering to say anything to them at all. If WR looked back, the girl they had attacked would also be gone, half of her cans still littering the ground. "I genuinely can't tell if you're brave... or stupid..." |
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 1, 2021 21:16:05 GMT -8
WR's eyes darted to the newcomer as she grabbed hold of their arm, but they did not react otherwise, as it seemed the woman's presence was enough to scare the goons off. They however, were not scared, and did not flinch at the demonic gaze in her eyes. As the goons fled and they noticed the victim was no longer there, they turned back to her with narrowed eyes and a defeated grunt, snatching their arm away and tossing the cigarette aside.
"Great, another one. Who the hell are you?" They retorted.
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Post by Fell on Jan 1, 2021 21:18:45 GMT -8
She cocked a brow, her gaze direct in meeting theirs. Her posture was relaxed, but there was a gleam to the red of her eyes that could send chills down the spine of even the toughest of warriors.
"Shouldn't I be asking you that, little one? You're on our turf, after all."
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 1, 2021 21:26:42 GMT -8
The longer they stared into the woman's eyes, the more they felt. That feeling, it wasn't fear, but she was... creepy, to say the least, more so than most people that randomly appeared from the darkness. They shook their head and averted their eyes from hers, but that red... it didn't leave their vision.
WR just stared, their eyes rolling at the 'little one' comment, but they didn't say anything for a moment.
"Whoever I am, I'm on your list now, huh?"
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Post by Fell on Jan 1, 2021 21:34:55 GMT -8
"Not mine. But you've been on the Droogs list for a while now."
She crossed her arms over her chest, but otherwise, seemed totally calm. In fact, she even yawned, displaying two sharp canine fangs, and a mouthful of less-sharp-but-more-sharp-than-normal teeth. She tilted her head to one side and continued to stare, unblinking, at them.
"Like I said. You're on our turf. Been catching a lot of attention, recently."
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 1, 2021 21:44:49 GMT -8
"Ah, yeah, the Droogs" They said with about as much disrespect as they could physically muster, rolling their eyes again.
"Fuck your boy band. If you want me off your "turf", you're gonna have to kill every last civilian here."
They stepped on one end of the staff and kicked it up to grab reach, before retracting it and sliding it into their pocket. Their hands promptly followed.
"What I'm doing is a hell of a lot more honorable than whatever the fuck you're doing, not that honor means anything to street scum."
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Post by Fell on Jan 1, 2021 21:46:45 GMT -8
The disrespect and tone didn't seem to phase the woman in the slightest. She gave a shrug of her shoulders, her face devoid of most emotion in that moment.
"I wouldn't say that too loud. Mother fucker is probably just messed up enough to do that." There was no warmth in her tone, no affection or kindness. It was a simple statement of fact.
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 1, 2021 21:50:27 GMT -8
WR sighed. Yep, just another cliché, edgy lapdog.
"So what do you want?"
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Post by Fell on Jan 1, 2021 21:54:03 GMT -8
"I want to warn you, as best I can. They're going to try to recruit you, or they're going to try to undo you, and either way, they're going to send me to do it."
She sighed softly, and gave a slight shake of her head.
"I'd rather not have to kill you. And I feel like you're more likely to try to take the Droogs down than to join them."
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Post by WR Harthe on Jan 1, 2021 22:01:46 GMT -8
As her words sunk in, WR contemplated them. She had a point. Admittedly, this was the first group they had heard by name in a long ass time, and it had only gotten more common as the days went by. Clearly, they were dangerous, and the intelligence in WR told them to ease up before they said or did something they'd regret... although, based on what she said, it was probably too late for that.
They sighed, their loved ones in mind.
"I've got a job to do, and so do you. Either way this goes down, I'm not getting out of this easily, am I?"
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Post by Fell on Jan 1, 2021 22:05:57 GMT -8
She gave a shake of her head, and for a moment, a look of sadness crossed her harsh features. It wasn't quite pity as they looked at WR, but some strange, twisted version of sympathy, as if they understood the feeling they had intimately, as if they were familiar with it.
"Like I said. It's going to go one of two ways. They're either going to try to recruit you, in which case they'll send me to do it... or they'll decide you're too much of a threat, and it'll be my job to eradicate that threat entirely. And, honestly, I'd take the second option over giving in to the first."
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