Encroachers [Mexico City; Bastille; Closed.]

[Kyrie Blaze]

The blonde kept her eyes open and senses alert, but...still listened. She could only imagine Bastille's face at the moment, but she had more important things to do that dawdle. She kept an ear out for others in the sewers as they went, casting her gaze around.

[Bastille Amtrum]

"Yes"

She said shortly. She refused to give more information than was necessary. Honestly, she was still trying to figure out what happened herself- nuclear destruction aside, it was all a confusing mess.

[David B.]

The man chuckled.

"Alright- keep your secrets. Though...why do you feel the need to pay the guy back? What, is he a guilt tripper or something?"

He headed out into the tunnel...before reaching a fork and heading right. Some scraping noises could be heard the other way...with some growling.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Scraping and growling. Lovely.

Kyrie didn't tarry or stop, but neither did she jump forward at an increased pace. She simply kept her stride steadily quick, but listened still, trying to gauge sounds behind, ahead, to the sides...trying to keep tabs on anything more.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille decided now was a good time to play on once popular films.

"I have red in my ledger- I'd like to wipe it out." She toyed quietly, her eyes intent on the scenery and her ears perked and listening. She spoke quietly to help her ears work which were never as good as her eyes.

"Or I'd like to say, but unfortunately blood does not unstain from rice- but the least I can do is correct the guys misconceptions, as well as possibly transform is twisted sense of morality in some way- though really the only one person anyone can characterize is themselves" She said cryptically.

Ironic, because really it was her sense or barbarically strict honor code formed from a defective sense of what it means to be a knight and uphold worldly justice that was warped....not Davids typically normal one- at least in comparison.

[David B.]

He cocked an eyebrow- okay, if she said so. He'd never seen Avengers, unfortunately, so it was lost on him, but he understood the context. He continued forward, until they reached a grate in the wall. Again paths to the left and right....this time, he paused, frowning.

"Why would he...?"

He turned and looked at the left path, then turned back to the girls, having picked up on Bastilles words and stored them away.

"I'm sorry but, Your friend is dead."

He would aim to walk past them, heading back the way they came.

[Kyrie Blaze]

At first, Kyrie thought perhaps this sudden shift in behaviour was due to Bastille's explanation. Which was, certainly, highly probable, still. Kyrie's eyes narrowed and she easily stepped into the man's path of escape.

"If you think we came all this way to turn away because someone tells me he is dead, you are mistaken. What do you know that you are not informing us of?"

If he did not stop, well...the sewers were dim and filled with shadows. He would quickly - especially if any hostile moves were made, although the blonde didn't think this was necessarily about him being threatening - find his legs immobile as a combination of qi from her body and using the shadows available would be used to root him in place. But only if necessary.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille was glad the purple bandana hid the excited smirk that crossed her lips as Kyrie did another 'trick'. God, gnome girl was cute to watch. She could sense it, at the very least... Thank god things had gotten interesting, she would hate to have to explain more details of her and Davids old relationship using her expansive mental cryptic translation dictionary. It was really no one business but hers and Davids as to what had brought them together, much less drove them apart. If the business was existent to begin with. Bastille was leading on a theory that most of it was precognition or some sort of imaginative hallucination period directly connected to relocation and post traumatic stress in respect.

That aside, the man stating that their target was dead was not acceptable- but as in everything relating to this trip, Bastille would watch in an almost giddy state as Kiyr handled everything. Little Tinkerbell was showing some attitude. Bastille silently hoped that millions of tiny sparkles might poof in the guys face for even suggesting that they might be so easily deterred. After all....it was Mathews policy and a lesson she had learned all too personally- no body= not dead.

[David B.]

He ground his teeth a moment before pointing to the left archway.

"He went that way. Feeling suicidal? Feel free to follow him. But keep in mind, girls- this is Mexico, not California. Your being introduced to Ogres and other little nasties there that we have had for months."

He would try to walk forward and, noticing the shadows on his legs, growled and drew his sword.

"Let. Me. Go."

[Kyrie Blaze]

"I believe we were prepared for the potential when we left. David's orders were by any means necessary, and so it shall be."

Because nothing was ever easy. She may have hoped it would be a simple extraction, but mentally prepared for more. With his command to release him, her eyes slid to the sword. Narrowed.

"You will lower your weapon or I will disarm you. I have no intent of quarreling with you, Finch of the Orello Brigade, and I do not even wish to strip you of a weapon that has doubtless saved your own or a comrade's life before, but I will not tolerate a sword being waved in my own or Bastille's face. Calm yourself, inform us of anything more we need to know, and you are free to be on your way."

Her tone was flat for a decent part of that, but tipped back towards firm seriousness though her gaze remained cool and direct. Provided he lowered his weapon, the shadows would slip from his legs. If not her reaction would be quite different.

[Bastille Amtrum]

Bastille pulled out her own sword and began to examine it.

"I guess this would be a good time to explain that your mommy lied when she said don't be afraid of the dark." Bastille said almost to herself. She would then shrug.

"Though whatever it is that has you turning back makes me curious... and no body means nothing is certain. How do you know he took that direction and more specifically, how do you know it means death?- After all dead men tell no tales right?"

[David B.]

The mans face darkened.

"So, you use your Qi against me, in order to force me to stay here, and when I draw my sword in defense, you order me to stand down?

The man jumped backwards and sort of...faded, like he was turning invisible, but not quite. His legs would pass through the shadows, and he would sort of phase through the bars of the grate behind him. Once there, he would slowly lower his sword.

"The kid went that way, I know his tracks, which are imprinted in the grime under the water. Damien and I were friends, but he knew the risks when he came down here. I told him we couldn't afford to go with him, and he went anyway. That path stinks of death- human death."

He sheathed his sword.

"I would have offered you sanctuary had you found him, but threatening me was the wrong move. You are on your own from here on out ladies. I do not wish to see you again. Good luck."

He would turn and start running, his form fading into the dark.

[Kyrie Blaze]

Kyrie's eyes flickered in alarm. With Finch phasing out of her hold, she immediately released her qi, cutting her hand through the air towards Bastille; the message to sheathe her sword was clear. The blonde realized - and it was a heavy weight - what she'd done and just how much the events in the past twenty-four hours had set her on the edge.

"The hardest thing to overcome, once strength is yours, is pride."

She took a deep, shuddering breath, expression and eyes showing remorse before she gave him the honour of a Dragon Bow--as though he was an Elder. It likely wouldn't help, but she straightened.

"Be safe and be well."

She could have cast her qi into the deep after him, but refrained. One lesson on a smaller scale - with repercussions on a much larger scale - was enough for her. She hadn't taken away his full range of movement, but, all the same, it bordered closely on what David had once done to her and it left a sour taste in her mouth and set her stomach churning.

Even with the consequences, she knew, she wouldn't fail to move to aid them. So the blonde shook her head at her own stupidity, even if it was brought by caution and tense anxiety. She muttered curses beneath her breath, in French. Likely if and when Bastille heard, she would be able to pick up on that and that the little blonde was berating herself.

She quickly cut herself off and stepped forwards. There was no time to verbally mash herself into the sewer floor.

"...the only thing crying over spilled milk does is waste time."

She would move forwards, towards that path they had been set upon, David's words still ringing in her ears.

[Bastille Amtrum]

"I feel like I've heard that before" Bastille finally piped up, tailing Kiyr. She had...from David....and Mathew....Something inside her mind shook its head at the horrible distaste of the irony of that. Oh well.

Bastille had sheathed her sword and ignored the man. 'Looser' was what she had thought...but Bastille was used to titling people with such names when they ceased to amuse her. It was her life after all, she was entitled to her own amusement. But again- not her mission. So her commentary stayed...well..mental.

She had watched the man go with a stone cold face- emotionless. She would not bow, but she would stare and watch him for a moment....and that would really be the only reward he got, if he stayed long enough to look at her eyes and realize the slight nod of respect in them. Sure, he was a looser and completely dull....but respect was something she afforded him.

Kiyr berating herself on the other hand. Tsk tsk, that simply wouldn't do.

"Guess we're back to square one"

[David B.]

Finch didn't notice either of their gestures, already taking the long way back round to his bar.

Kiyr would find herself moving into the dark, dead silence coating the walls around her. Within a few moments, she would begin to smell exactly what Finch had smelled- rotten flesh. Also, more- the sound of a waterfall. after a short curve in the pipe, she would notice light, about a hundred feet down the tunnel, as well as a floating body that was slowly moving toward the edge of the waterfall. About ten feet before the waterfall, there was an opening on the right that led on into darkness. Once she got closer, she would note that the waterfall went off into a much larger basin, with a thirty foot drop to the water below. Above them was a large grate, which allowed in sunlight, and sounds of fighting and combat could be heard. At the bottom of the basin was a small platform at the mouth of another pipe, which led into darkness.

The body is face down, with a knife in his hand. The individual has a large hole at the base of his neck, and semi-long black hair.