That Could Have Gone Better (Leon/GM)

[Lucifer]

"Not your job. This bitch has to learn to carry her own weight."

He cracked the whip in the air.

"Now stand the fuck up before I really lose my temper."

The man cat calling held up three fingers and some more money changed hands. 

[Allison Kazim]

Ali's face turned almost as red as her hair as the man threatened her, wings extending full on display as she activated the sheild to form around the girl. Her grip tightened on the sword hilt ot the point her knuckles turned white, trembling from outrage as much as the fact that the thing was heavy.

"Go ahead and get up," she murmured. She wasn't doing the girl any help, but every instinct was to attack the man who thought this was okay.

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Kazim Wings Ability 1.) Forms a Shield Negating 1/2 dmg of the attack

[Lucifer]

"See, you get it now. Now get out of my face."

The girl struggled to get up and fell back into the dirt, her arms buckling. The man would crack his whip again.

"I said up!"

The jeering man held up two fingers and slid them across his throat. Money once more changed hands.

"You done playing misery tourist yet sweetness?"

He'd ask, coming up behind Ali, his hand flicking toward her skirt to flip it up for the crowd as he moved around her.

"Don't take much to know you are out of your depth."

He'd say giving her a very blatant look up and down.

"I can bring you back to the kiddie pool."

[Allison Kazim]

Ali's retort was cut off by the man with face paint stepping towards her, cocksure and a pain in her side. Her lips pressed in a tight line at the mockery in his words, pivoting on her heel as her skirt flipped for all to see the less than modest garments underneath.

Instinct took over as she reached out and slapped him.

"You're part of the problem."

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Slap Atk 27

[Lucifer]

Her hand connected with his face with a solid blow. He winced from it, and her own face would redden from the handprint on her own face as she felt slapped.

"Now, now that ain't nice mosquito bites. You're a guest in our home. I thought someone as fancy as you would have some manners to ya."

A glimmer of mana covered the top half of his face, barely visible to her arcane sense in the shape and style of half a skull.

[Allison Kazim]

What int eh world? Though the sting was mostly gone from her cheek and no pain, the tingling sensation lasted, and matched up evenly with where she slapped the man. Who was he supposed to be? And why did he have to go to boob references too?

"A guest," she repeated, voice still flat and unamused. The glimmer caught her attention, the shape forming as she took a moment to focus on it rather than her own emotions. A qi user, then.

"And who exactly are you supposed to be, babydoll?" Sarcasm! Her gaze flicked to teh odd head on his shoulder before going back to his face.

[Lucifer]

"Oooh, some Sass from miss flat."

He'd jab a finger into her left tit as he held up two fingers to the others gathered around. The girl still struggling to get up.

"Count em off for me boys and gals."

And with some laughter, the crowd would chant in amused unison.

"TWO. FOUR. SIX. EIGHT!"

"That's right. Heir Eight of Twenty. In the flesh. And don't you forget it."

If she hadn't moved his finger he'd start rubbing it back and forth to dig into her chest.

[Allison Kazim]

Ali's gaze went to the girl struggling to get up, but it didn't stay there for long. Not when she had someone insulting her and getting into her personal space. Specifically the latter, because who knew what people here were capable of - and wouldn't have problems doing. She reached out to jerk his hand away, glaring at him despite the tinged pink in her cheeks.

"And that's supposed to impress me?"

[Lucifer]

He let out a low whistle.

"Wow, you really are a tourist. Who had money on dumb bitch?"

He held out a wad of cash for the guy that came to collect.

"Them's the breaks I guess."

[Allison Kazim]

Her mouth opened to reply, only to fall shut again as she realized that someone, multiple someones, had actually called her a dumb bitch and placed money on it.

"You can't be serious."

[Lucifer]

"I am always serious when it comes to gambling. The game has no meaning otherwise."

[Allison Kazim]

Her jaw worked in a cricle as she tried to muster words and failed, still flabbergasted. This entire place was a hole of misery.

"Fine. Do you have a name, or are we just sticking with your number." It's not even a question. Mostly because she's trying not to grab the man and shake him, or make hip pick the food up.

[Lucifer]

"What kind of retarded question is that. Course I have a name."

He'd pull a coin out of his pocket, rolling it across his knuckles.

"Let's flip. Heads I tell you my name, tails you tell me what a broad dressed for the palace is doing here watching slaves get beat. And no, I'm not gonna judge you if that's what gets your engine going."

He kept rolling the coin.

"What do ya say, feelin' lucky?"

[Allison Kazim]

Ali rolled her eyes. Not the point, but if the man got his jollies off by the cheers, that was his business. She just wanted him out of her life, one way or another, and it got him to shut up with the insults for a few seconds.

"Fine."

[Lucifer]

He flipped the coin, snatching it mid-air and slapping it on to the back of his other hand.

"Greg Bennet."

He'd roll the coin in his knuckle again.

"I lose again. Not my day. Care to press your luck sweet cheeks?"