Treasure Trove (Delilah)

[Saul Kelly]

Oh well

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Saul giggled, shaking his head 'no' as he continued to swing ever higher on the child's plaything. The man's adventure was not a 'fuck you' to Rogues or to the Commander, or anyone. He simply had an overwhelming urge to be independent and so it was written. The beast boy was not some cool kid with an anxious best friend and an uptight sister. Or a hot girlfriend. No, he definitely did not have one of those.

Still chuckling at the notion of it being Saul Kelly's Day Off, the boy spotted two creatures manifest themselves in full view. Saul's legs stopped kicking, the swing slowed itself, and the boy fell silent as the nervous blue hues bored into the bloody men a few yards in front of him. Newly clammy hands grasped on and off at the rusted chains that held the seat of the swing up before the stiff-bodied man rose to his feet, straightening up entirely as he attempted to seem like a worthy adversary to the newcomers, should they instigate something.

The man's eyes narrowed as they spoke, never sure which was actually vocalizing, and Saul processed their riddles. Just his luck. Of course the assholes who want to fight speak like Jetsam and Flotsam. All they were missing were mirrored dead eyes. Stepping away from the swing set and ever-so-slightly nearer to the ageless beings, the man's hands twitched in minor anticipation for what might happen next. Saul's eyes scanned over their faces, unsure of how to gauge their abilities. Unable to, in fact, and he worried that their attack might be similar to how they spoke: in unison.

Still, he tried to be intimidating, though it was likely impossible considering all of the jewelry he had found in the house was still happily clinging to his body. Making sure to peel his lips away from his teeth as he spoke, putting them into clear view, Saul questioned the creatures.

"You look lotht, friendth" his eyes narrowed "Need any help?" He would wait for their response, if any, but remained poised to retaliate if they made a move.

[Delilah A. Black]

There was a prickle on the back of her neck and Delilah turned her head, eyes narrowed at the new figures covered in blood, standing off to the side. She swiveled around to face them all, perched very much like the raven they described, ready to take flight at a moments notice to unleash her talons upon them. But she would bide her time for the moment, patient as always.

Quietly, she would hover above Saul as he asked his question, looming in silence as sharp blue eyes raked over the forms of the men, her demeanor greatly shifting to one of total awareness. So strange. Covered in blood, youthful in appearance, but with hair of an older man...though she knew better than to judge by appearance, what with the random experiments walking around these days.

They seemed...fae like. And while that was GREATLY interesting, she figured it wouldn't be too long before they found out.

[Van]

”We know where we are as well as you do,”

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”But where you are not is what should concern you.”[/b] the men replied, casting a wicked, knowing grin at Saul.

”No longer in the protected realm,”[/b]
”Of your death no one will tell.”[/b]
”All rules are meant to be broken,”[/b]
”As long as the act goes unspoken.”[/b]
”And as for you, dark-haired one,”[/b]
”It doesn’t matter where you’re from.”[/b]
”The blood of both will win the battle,”[/b]
”In favor of those who live in shadow.”[/b]

With unflappable confidence in their little prophecy, the two men exchanged a devilishly mirthful glance. In silence they stepped apart and slowly moved to opposite ends of the playground, each positioned at an equal distance from Delilah and Saul. They withdrew daggers from their bloodstained cloaks and held them almost ceremoniously, advancing in unison. The man nearest to Saul had earthy brown eyes, and as he crossed the threshold onto the sand his eerie stare never wavered. As he swiftly closed in toward the young man his free hand darted out, and with pinpointed brute force, he would karate-chop at the vegas nerve at the side of Saul’s neck in an attempt to knock him out.

At the exact same time, if Delilah had come down from her perch, the second stranger who had begun to advance on her would do pretty much the exact same thing, feinting with his knife and making a savage chop toward her neck with his other hand. If she remained on top of the swing-set, however, the green-eyed man would reach into his cloak and pull out a length of rope. Grinning wickedly at her, he’d begin looping it about in his nimble hands… making a lasso.[/blockquote]

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SPOILER: Click to show

???? and ???????'s stats:
Strength: 14
Dexterity: 21
Constitution: 16
Intelligence: 12
Wisdom: 13
Charisma: 10

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[Saul Kelly]

Narrowed eyes brightened in recognition of what the men were talking about, a wry grin pulling at the corner of his mouth as his right hand daintily began to unwind the thick chain from around his waist. Saul certainly hadn't seen the men before. Their faction was fifty 'people' strong and there was hardly tie to cast a glance on ever duo of ominous elves. But still, they were definitely Rogues, and while he was out of territory, he knew they knew the rules.

"Ooooh" The man crooned as he eyed the unnamed ahead of him. "I'm thure no one will know I'm gone at all. No, no. Definitely not." Saul snickered. As the brown-eyed fellow neared him, the man swung his chain out toward his attacker and sent it whirring in the direction of the man's eyes. Regardless of if it hit or not, Saul would dart out of the attacker's path by moving swiftly to the man's left. Shortening the chain into a loop, again the man would swing the heavy chain towards the other man's face.

[Delilah A. Black]

Delilah listened with an intrigued tilt of her head to the men's words, eyes moving down to Saul down below. 'Protected realm'? 'Rules made to be broken'? Interesting. So, the man was part of a gang of some kind...one she very likely didn't know about.

And now, here were two men who had followed him/them quite possibily this entire time. She tsk'ed lightly down at Saul. She didn't want to say she told him so...

...But then the men started speaking to her. Or about her at least. She smirked. So, she was just a formality then? Because she was present, her life was theirs for the taking? The smirk widened into a wolfish grin.

They were welcome to try~.

She slipped gracefully off her perch as the men started to circle them, landing on the balls of her feet with the remnants of gravel grinding beneath her boot. She would stand there, patiently as the man advanced slowly, drawing his knife. Hard faced, she slipped her bowie knife quietly out of it's sheath.

He moved. She let him.

The feint wasn't telegraphed, but her eye saw the subtle shift in his balance core before he withdrew the knife to launch a chop at her neck. Delilah would simply lift her arm to block his arm and stepped in slightly...aiming to stab him deep in the solar plexus, twist the knife, and rip the blade out of him sideways.

No need to be polite.

[Van]

For every loss, a gain

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Abandoning the chop altogether, ???????’s hand reeled back like a snake and snatched the chain midair as it careened toward his face. The corners of his lips darted up toward his ears like a mischievous elf and he tsked at Saul for an instant before he yanked back on the chain, hoping to pull Saul with it just forcefully enough to ruin the taller man’s balance for a moment. If it worked, ???????’s right foot would shoot out toward Saul’s left knee, flexed with his dirty bare heel aimed right for the kneecap. If the blow was strong enough it would hyper-extend the knee backwards resulting in injury, or at the very least reflexively, Saul’s leg would jerk up from the knee down and he might trip over himself.

Moments later, the man would suddenly clasp a hand over his chest as if he’d been struck, just beneath his ribcage… his brown eyes widened and his mouth gaped in agony.

Across the sand, ???? fell to his knees, splattering the sand around him with his own blood. With his hand clasped to his chest, he toppled backward, wide green eyes fixed to the sky, his mouth gaping in agony.

”I am gone,” he rasped.

”—YANN.” Yorrick gasped.

The man straightened up and glared across the park at his kin’s corpse. His eyes were wide like an owl’s but his withered lips pressed in an emotionless, straight line. He felt suddenly… empowered.

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Yorrick has been bequeathed Yann’s stats!

Yorrick’s stats:
Str: 28
Dex: 42
Con: 32
Int: 24
Wis: 26
Cha: 20

[Saul Kelly]

Caught off guard as he was forcefully yanked forward, Saul had little time to react before Yorrick had thrust his heel into the man's kneecap. Losing his balance, the man fell into the sand with a yelp as an unpleasant sensation surrounded his knee and it buckled underneath him. Moving to cover his head, Saul realized that for the moment his attacker was stalled and the boy rolled over to see just what was happening. As Yann hit the sand as well, the boy's eyes widened in horror, scanning over the bloodied man as well as Delilah's blade. The man grimaced.

"GIRL, YOU CAN'T KILL THEM" The man shrieked fearfully as he rolled back over to face Yorrick. "I'm going to be in THO MUCH TROUBLE you have NO IDEA what you've DONE." Rage and fear swelled in his chest, and desperately needing to disarm his attacker, Saul pulled the sheathed knife from his waist and would wrap his right hand around Yorrick's ankles before attempting to swiftly glide the blade through one or both of the man's Achilles Tendons.

Regardless of if that was successful. Saul would attempt to scramble backwards away from the man and closer to Delilah.

[Delilah A. Black]

A small sigh left her lips as the man fell to the ground in a bloody, ruined heap, hearing his companions gasp of pain and loss behind her. The chunks of flesh and blood scattered away from the knife as she flicked it to clear the blade, turning around to see how her new companion fared--

"GIRL, YOU CAN'T KILL THEM"

Delilah blinked in surprise, looked back over her shoulder at the corpse, and then back at Saul and his opponent with a raised eyebrow. lolwhut? "Uh, pretty sure I just did."

"I'm going to be in THO MUCH TROUBLE you have NO IDEA what you've DONE."

Evidently not! Delilah narrowed her eyes in suspicion, but a curious little smile pulled at her lips as Saul ran backwards towards her.

"S'that so. So, they're friends of yours?" she would tilt her head to the side, examining Yorrick, twirling her knife loosely in her hand as she stepped out slightly ahead of the young, strange looking man. "Interesting. So, whose group do you belong to?"

Over her shoulder, she cast the young man an intrigued look before facing forwards, waiting either for his answer or for what Yorrick would do next.

[Van]

As Saul began to shriek, Yorrick thrust his hand down toward the boy's head and attempted to seize him at the back of the neck, digging his gnarled nails in deep enough to leave scars later. As he tried to pull Saul up from the ground to make another vicious chop at the boy's neck, however, Saul's knife tore through the tendons in both his heels and with a screech of pain the man collapsed to the ground. His hand still clutched at Saul's neck and would attempt to thrust the boy's face down into the sand in an attempt to suffocate him.

"FOOL! HOLD YOUR TONGUE."

Yorrick would ignore the girl's presence unless she drew nearer, at which point he would whip up his glare to fix on her with abhorrence. She was going to ruin everything if Saul didn't first.

[Saul Kelly]

Screaming out as Yorrick's claws sank into his neck, the boy had little time to retaliate before he found his face being thrust into the sand, mouth still agape. The playground filler filled his mouth unwillingly until Saul was able to yank his head from the man's grasp. Turning his head towards Yorrick, the man would attempt to spit the sand-and-saliva contents of the sand directly at his attacker's eyes to temporarily blind him.

If Yorrick's hand is still in distance, Saul would use the sand distraction (regardless of how it turned out) to attempt to bite hard into the man's arm. That'd show him. Saul had heard all of Delilah's questions and observations, but ignored them especially with the other man's coaxing. Revealing Rogues as a faction would likely be catastrophic and would result in his death - or worse- and he simply could not allow that. So both men seemed to pretend she wasn't there, and as far as Saul was concerned the two could sort out their issues as it was, without her.

But he somehow doubted she would leave.

[Delilah A. Black]

He was right to doubt.

Delilah walked over calmly, smiiiling. She would drop to a knee beside the writhing bodies, knife held in a reverse grip. Looking down at them calmly, she ran her thumb over the straight edge of the knife, sending a rivulet of blood dripping to the ground.

"That's fine~. You boys finish up." She tapped out a rhythm on her knee with her free hand. "I can wait."

[Van]

Yorrick spat back at Saul a moment after the slop of sand hit his face. Snarling, he again tried to force Saul’s face into the sand. He kept his fingers tightly gripping the boy’s neck so Saul would be unable to turn his head far enough to reach his arm. Finally when the current tactic didn’t seem to be working, he put down his knife to free his other hand and lunged toward Saul’s neck with it, now trying to strangle the boy.

As Delilah sat down beside them, Yorrick turned his glare to her for a moment and lashed out with one of his bare feet, although his Achilles tendons had been torn so he couldn’t quite flex his foot to properly kick her at all. His leg would just sort of flail aggressively at her… toes pinching wherever they could get a grip.

[Saul Kelly]

Unable to turn his head, and finding his face had been planted into the sand again, Saul recognized he was running out of options on getting himself out of Yorrick's hold uninjured. Not terribly sure where exactly the man was near him, Saul's uninjured leg kicked back wildly, looking for any opportunity to kick Yorrick as hard as he could. In the mean time, the boy remembered that he even had hands and began prying at Yorrick's to remove them from his neck. Any tactic to make the man stop would do: clawing, scratching, digging his nails in. Whatever would make the man stop, Saul tried it.

As for Delilah, had his face not been in sand, the man would have likely rolled his eyes at her statement. What exactly was she waiting for?

[Delilah A. Black]

As if to answer Saul's unasked question, as soon as the flaily man's leg came up to assault her, Delilah flipped her knife over in her hands to the point faced down and down she would plunge it, aiming to bury the blade in the man's knee cap and staple it to the soft sand beneath them.

She would smile pleasantly at Saul, and draw a second knife from her belt, a gleaming tanto.

"See? I'm not killing him!"

[Van]

Yorrick just shrieked. Angrily. He thrashed in the sand, still clutching vehemently at Saul's neck while he found his grip being slowly pried away. How could it be? It wasn't supposed to happen this way at all. He had failed. Yann was dead. They had failed to capture the Wolf and the Raven. Everyone was fucking doomed.

A moment of clarity made the man go a little limp where he lay, his hands slipping away from Saul's neck. Panting. Hard.

A desperate hand shot out to his side where he'd dropped his dagger in his attempts to choke Saul out. Yorrick did the unexpected thing. With a hiss, he raised the knife and plunged the dagger…

…into his own chest. Right in the solar plexus. Without the strength to rip it out sideways, he let his bloody self collapse right there in the red sand with his eyes closed.