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Post by Avice Locke on Feb 1, 2018 16:21:13 GMT -8
On her way to the location, she was asked to go to. She grabbed a small pint of heavy duty matte black paint and covered the Diamond she obtained in it and after letting it dry and rolling it in some dirt it would go in a little nicknack bag of things she collected on the road. Buttons, sea shells, concert tickets, a bit of tarnished jewelry... it was a bunch of junk to anyone else but it was all memories of the places she'd been and the people she met. It was likely she had plans to sell it but got a bit worried if she did they'd only think she stole it. Hanging onto it for a rainy day sounded like a better plan as long as it was not stolen from her. She'd adjust her sleeve to see about accommodating for the new accessory. The watch had more than it needed and it was more than too shiny for the street urchin she was. Once she felt more prepared she'd pack up her compact tent and be on he on her way. Her backpack consisted of a few changes of rather dingy clothing, the tent, that bag of nicknacks, and a few other things she usually needed like her pocket knife, toiletries, leaves little room in the medium sized bag that she had to also replace because of the Beastly-bloke back at Cabal. So why was she going along with that Blaze's weird plan and heading to PAL's side to investigate them? She had zero ties with Cabal actually knew very little to them other than what she's been told. While she might of gotten her chance to go and take a look she decided this might be better keeping her bias and seeing it from the same end as the rest. Honestly, all she had to do was see if they plan on going and causing trouble. That was easy enough. She knew she was getting close and decided to start blending in with the night. She pulled back her mess of curls in a tie and started off the beaten path. |
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Post by David B. on Feb 1, 2018 17:21:24 GMT -8
As she left the school, she'd notice a man following her, mirroring her across the street.  If she noticed him, he'd remove his glasses and keep following her. |
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Post by Avice Locke on Feb 1, 2018 17:28:11 GMT -8
She sucked her teeth at the notice of the pursuer. The strange smell he had about him... she wondered what it was, and she'd try to ear his heartbeat wondering if she can get a read on what she'd be expecting of him. Further, in the darker parts of the dinky streets, she went. Once out of sight she'd start running taking almost random corners through the piss riddled alleys. How well could he keep up?
Zero Ability use 1 = Perception 18
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Post by David B. on Feb 1, 2018 17:29:34 GMT -8
She'd hear a steady, calm, too-normal heartbeat. As she moved, he'd run after her, weaving in and out of the buildings.
"Wait!"
He'd shout, attempting to get her to stop.
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Post by Avice Locke on Feb 1, 2018 17:41:05 GMT -8
A steady heartbeat, It meant more than one thing but most of all it was resolve if it no quicken in a sprint or such there was something interesting. So few a moment she might have come across this. He might not even be breaking a sweat or he might have something to do with his Qi... She'd question it later apparently he was not wanting to hide the fact he was tailing her. She'd turn one more corner and Yell.
"Ya stop Right there an' come ney farther, Hear?!" She'd keep listening to him she'd hoped to know if he made farther steps or made any other changes to himself in order to keep from coming too close. Using the corner as her shield, not like her eyesight was good enough anyway
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Post by David B. on Feb 1, 2018 18:03:21 GMT -8
"Hard way it is!"
His speed would suddenly and violently increase, and he'd attempt to full tackle Avice!
Stats:
Attack: 10
Speed: 26
Defense: 13
Perception: 19
Energy: 40
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Post by Avice Locke on Feb 1, 2018 18:18:25 GMT -8
She heard but could not recover well enough she was on the other end of the speed stick this time and it hurt. Feeling him slam into her and she smacked the pavement feeling it go off in her head.
"Fuckin' Wank! I'll rip out your bloody windpipe!" She threatened as they both went down and she struggled to recover. She'd send an elbow back to meet his nose. They were close quarters and she's growing pissed off.
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Post by David B. on Feb 1, 2018 18:54:32 GMT -8
Her elbow snapped his nose, forcing blood to spurt out onto her face. He cursed. "AGH FUK! NOD MAH FASEH!!!" He rolled off her, holding his nose, as another man stepped forward and held a blade to her neck. "This....this is the one who was sitting with the supervisor?" The man laying on the ground was still crying, clutching his nose....but nodded. The one with the sword scowled. "Another Academy dog..."  |
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Post by Avice Locke on Feb 1, 2018 19:01:01 GMT -8
She scrambled to get up when another was heard at the last moment... why she had not sensed him before could be because of the piss and garbage that surrounded them or the blood that tickled her cheek as gravity drug it down. The blade at her neck made her pause as she made a quick jerk of the head to look at its wielder.
This encounter and his accusation made her snape a snarl at the swordsman. None the less she held her hands where he could see them. "AS IF!" She growled. "Do I look like I just had a nice shower an' a posh bed?"
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Post by David B. on Feb 1, 2018 19:04:18 GMT -8
The man tilted his head.
"Point for the Scot. Alright Yenifer, why were you with the supervisor if you weren't suckin' at Cabal's teat?"
The other one was pulling out bandages. Avice would continue to note a distinct lack of smell coming from the mans body, along with any sounds.
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Post by Avice Locke on Feb 1, 2018 19:37:22 GMT -8
"Scot? Oi, now you thinkin' I'm some bloody porridge wog?" She sucked her teeth and waved a finger at him angrily. "Ya got to get yar eyes checked... An' ears for that matter... Grew up in Irish an' British port towns ne'er so bloody cold as the Scotlan's. Now if ye wantin' to poke a bloody blade in my business I am what I call a Rogue Runner... I get paid to do thin's. Delivery, retrieval, odds an' en's between territories... He made an order an' paid. I snuck on the grounds an' did my job.
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Post by David B. on Feb 1, 2018 19:51:14 GMT -8
"Hmm."
That....sounded entirely plausible. He'd heard the scuffle, he'd heard of runners and coyotes getting things where they needed to be.
"I see. A free agent, then? No loyalties?"
He would sheath his swords.
"I apologize then, for the scots comment and the attack. We at PAL can't afford to let opportunities go to waste."
He'd offer her a hand up.
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Post by Avice Locke on Feb 1, 2018 20:10:26 GMT -8
"Aye... An' no loyalties... as if, that man is a bit of a crack... Tips good though..." She slaps her hand in his to a land up. " What ya mean by Opportunities? Because after yar bein' assumin' that I'm some militant dog to strike me down, I'd say that isn't leavin' a good mark to me services."
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Post by David B. on Feb 1, 2018 20:19:27 GMT -8
He took the slap in stride. They deserved that.
"An opportunity to strike a weakened Cabal agent. You've been through a war in there. We wanted to take advantage."
He looked her up and down.
"You a meta?"
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Post by Avice Locke on Feb 1, 2018 20:34:48 GMT -8
She raised a brow and crossed her arms. "I see... Cabal is tighter than a homophobic arse an' ya're gettin' what scraps fall in the lap... that's really rich." But they were PAL and she needed to get in, talk about... falling in the lap.
"Aye, Meta enough... I snuck in an' got caught by one of their students who'd be a bit too trigger happy... Even my speed which is not much to bark at compared to his." She pointed to the broken-nosed thug. "But some strength these students have and their bloodlust hindered me from making a peaceful delivery... That fuckin' wank." She growled fangs bared. "Usually I can get in an' out without anyone knowin' Cabal was a nice challenge for once."
She bent down to pat her jeans of the loose dirt that settled on them while having a thought. "If ye want a real crack at 'em they have more than one way of gettin' in. But I'll need to speak to the man with the plan, I'll need pay, an' ya can get my information." She was opening up for business.
She'd take the gamble, she was not for Cabal, but they did pay her in diamond. What would PAL offer? The answer could turn the tide of things.
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