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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2014 4:52:18 GMT -5
The motorcycle engine roared loudly across the night's sky as Ayanna rode down the streets of Las Vegas with the wind in her face, a black helmet on her head and goggles protecting her eyes from the increased speed of wind all around her. Running down the street causing cars to stop dead in their tracks was one seriously pissed off werecat. Bright yellow fur that didn't give it any advantage in the dark, running on all four as Ayanna sped past cars and avoided other obstacles hot in her pursuit. It wouldn't be long now before the police were called and the sound of sirens echoed through the night's sky. Ayanna would have to finish the job before that happened.
The werecat ran into an alley in Downtown Las Vegas. Ayanna ditching her bike and following it into the alley where it came upon a dead end. The werecat banging its shoulder into the wall as if it expected to find a secret passage on the other side. Ayanna whistled, tapping her knee with her gloved hand. Her whistle grabbing the werecat's attention as it turned around and growled in the presence of the hybrid. Her scent giving off a foul stench that wasn't improving the werecat's mood.
“Here kitty, kitty, kitty, kitty! Come sit on mama's lap.”
The werecat roared and charged full speed ahead. Ayanna's reflexes allowed her to draw the twin pistols from their holsters and fire custom made silver bullets at the beast causing it to cry out in pain. It was enough to slow the werecat down in its charge, as well as the alley being narrowed making it harder for overall mobility to take place. When the werecat got within close quarters of Ayanna, she dropped her guns back into their hostlers and grabbed the werecat's mouth, holding it open and pushing back to keep the beast from biting her. Ayanna kicked it repeatedly in the hind legs, forcing it back just enough as she pulled out a needle from her pocket and injected wolfsbane into the werecat's body in order to subdue it. The werecat sank to the ground, weak eyes looking up to Ayanna who aimed her gun straight for its heart and fired a single silver bullet into it. The light in the werecat's eyes being extinguished for good. Ayanna turned her head, ears picking up the sound of the other pack members running towards the alley, still in human form. Ayanna turned around completely and looked at the exit of the alley.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2014 4:57:50 GMT -5
Ra entered the alley just in time to see Ayanna administering the wolfsbane into the werecat and finishing it off with the silver. Both the look and the whine it made provoked a look of pity in Ra's eyes as another life was ended here tonight. The magi had to remind himself that the werecat was part of the pack picking off innocent civilians, that it was responsible for the death of multiple humans before Ayanna and him tracked it down. Yet, despite all that, he still couldn't help but feel sorry for it. It was a weakness. Feeling sympathy like that even for the worse of things, but it was also a strength. Something Ayanna needed around to make sure she didn't slip too far into her vampire side. Her humanity.
Ra's eyes noticed the way Ayanna's ears twitched, it was what they always did when they detected trouble. The magi was happy to have someone around with senses like Ayanna's. While they weren't a match for a full fledged vampire's senses, it was still a lot better than what he had on his own. It came as no surprise to the young man when she turned to face the alley exit and noted that trouble was on the way. Werecats were capable of telepathically communicating with other werecats. No doubt this one called in the cavalry while it was being chased. Ra knew they wouldn't be able to take on a group of them, even if the group was small. At least not head on anyway. They were better off finding higher ground and then forcing them to split up before engaging any one of them. As the sound of footsteps approached, Ra could only sigh.
“Yeah...”
Ra outstretched his hands, the smell of dirt and stone would have flared Ayanna's nostrils by now as his eyes flickered. The part of the ground that made up the exit of the alley raised, forming a wall that now blocked the werecats' path. They grew angry, and shifted, using their strength to attempt to knock the wall down. Once the spell was completed Ra's eyes returned to normal and he turned back to Ayanna.
“We need to get out of here! Over there!”
Ra pointed out the fire escape to their left, and the two quickly ascended it, making their way to the roof. Not long after they got to the roof did the werecats break through Ra's wall to find their dead comrade. The sound of police sirens could be heard, just as Ayanna predicted, and the werecats had no choice but to abandon their search and escape, but not before taking their fallen comrade and leaving the area. This was far from over. Ra knew that much for sure. Ra moved to the ledge of the roof and watched the werecats take off, quickly disappearing into the night.
“Well, I think it's safe to say you've made yourself known to the werecat community. What other species would you like to piss off tonight?” |
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Dec 9, 2014 13:32:27 GMT -5
Post by Naomi Beaumont on Dec 9, 2014 13:32:27 GMT -5
”Be careful! That box you have in your hand right there is over 3,000 years old. You try staying in one piece for that long.” Naomi said in an authoritative tone to a pair of men carrying a large wooden box with blank ink printed across it with the words ‘FRAGILE’. She watched as they made their way up the stairs, her eyes following him intently and didn’t let out a breath until they were through the museum threshold. Tomorrow night was the opening of their new Egyptian exhibit, and as an Egyptian herself, and unbeknownst to her co-workers is in fact just as old if not older than the exhibits themselves, Naomi wanted everything to be perfect. Within the last hour it had seemed she had luck on her side and when all the exhibits were inside, unbroken and unscathed, Naomi’s job wasn’t entirely complete but now she could finish it stress free.
While signing a stack of papers clipped to a clipboard the sound of gunshots rang through the air, snapping not only her head up but the people as well. Living in Las Vegas the sound of guns firing was not all that uncommon. How close they seemed to be however was alarming but as if too afraid to pursue the source the people around her went back to their business but were not short of gossip and chatter as to what it could have been. After another minute, her nose raised in the air to pick up any scents that may reach her but for a moment nothing, she went back to her paper. The strong smell of blood that would later reach her nostrils wouldn’t be what grabbed her attention once more, but the faint voice in her head that strangely was not her own. Playing it off as nothing at first she went back to the papers when another voice, not her own still, but much louder spoke in her head and by that alone Naomi knew there was a pack of werecats close by. Connecting the dots she excused herself, pushing the papers into a co-workers chest before walking off in the direction of the gunshot.
Not wanting to be seen, only to observe, she kept to the shadows and followed the strong smell of blood that now hung in the air. The stronger the smell became the closer she knew she was getting. Upon coming to a clearing she noticed rumble in one particular area, as if a mini earthquake had hit that particular alley. That was a clear sign a Magi was around, if not more than one, which didn’t leave the Original all too surprised. Magi had a history of experimenting on her kind, knowing one other Original in particular who could account for such horrific deeds. When she saw a group pick up a motionless body and scurry off at the sound of sirens she was horrified at the sight. Though not strongly affiliated with the group she was still good friends with their leader, and though she never particularly agreed to his methods, she respected him. Regardless of her past affiliation with him Naomi was still a Lioness, and an Original. From the moment she came back to the Human World from the Underworld she was tasked to protect her own. Such a duty wouldn’t diminish with age, only grew stronger, but so did her patience and instead of retaliating as she would have once done she kept to the shadows of the alley way, targeting the possible killers with golden eyes atop their precious rooftop.
To be sure not to miss them Naomi took the liberty of taking the short way around but made sure to not be seen. Thousands of years of remaining hidden from the humans in order to preserve her identity made it effortless. Just as the young male voice finished speaking Naomi’s bare feet hid the pavement behind them, having given her shoes to a nearby homeless woman as she felt the click of the heels would give her presence away prematurely but didn’t want her shoes to go to waste. Jumping up the side of the building two stories at a time was no match for the 5,000 year old Original and the thrill of the chase left her feeling young again. ”How ambitious of you two. Multiple species in one night, I admire the dedication.” she said in a soft voice with only a tiny bit of sincerity and the clear distinction she was not originally from the States was represented through her accent. She did admire their spirit, just not their goals. Just then a gust of wind swept through and the scent of vampire stung her nose, making her nostrils flare.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2014 18:56:24 GMT -5
Ayanna didn't have to be asked twice to climb up the fire escape. Her bike was parked in a secure location and she could go back for it later when the coast was clear. It didn't take long for the werecats to burst through that wall and flee the area. A testament to their strength. Their unwillingness to be caught by the police also indicated that the law enforcement in this city knew what they were doing. Ayanna stood silently on the roof, keeping her eyes, ears, and more importantly, her nose open for anything that may be drawn in by the commotion, and the magic Ra performed. It had its advantages, Ayanna wouldn't have to hunt for them if they were lured in by the magi. You can never be sure what would take the bait, however. As for Ra's question.
“The vampire stench caught my attention.”
Ayanna grew silent once more when she caught the whiff of someone's scent approaching. Her hands going for her gun. Whoever it was was silent. The hunter couldn't hear any footsteps nor see anything in the darkness, and then in the blink of an eye the woman revealed herself. Standing on the rooftop with them now. Ayanna drew her pistol, aiming it at the woman's heart while keeping both eyes on her. Her ears and nose still alert in case the woman wasn't alone. Ra could do the talking. He was good at that. Ayanna would just as soon shoot the woman and move on. |
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2014 18:59:16 GMT -5
Ra only frowned when Ayanna's answer rolled down her tongue. The magi was hoping not to have to deal with the vampires in the area on their first night. Not that dealing with werecats were any safer, just that vampires didn't need to shift to have thick skin. They could be smaller, faster, move without a sound and track them down to the ends of the earth if they had to, and his blood would have been intoxicating to them. It was nerve racking enough whenever Ayanna's eyes lingered. He didn't want someone who didn't have a conscious lingering on his neck.
His line of thought was interrupted when Ayanna's focused returned to the night. That never led to good things. As Ra feared someone must have already traced them. Would it be the police? The last thing they needed right now was a confrontation with the police so they could be made as outlaws, then they wouldn't even be able to show their faces during the day. Ra's answer came soon enough in the form of a woman standing on the roof across from them. She looked younger, but things were never what they seemed. Her entire approach and the fact she didn't make a sound unnerved Ra. It kept him on guard, and hesitant to make a move. Hesitation that Ayanna didn't possess as she already had her gun pointed on her. Ra stepped forward, hoping Ayanna would hold her fire for now. They couldn't be sure if the woman was with the werecats, or sympathized with them. The young man always opposed violence for no reason. If he could avoid more bloodshed it was worth a try.
“Who are you?”
Ra figured asking what could be taken as an offense, and Ayanna would answer that question soon enough. He could guess why she was here, and those reasons usually followed a formal introduction anyway. |
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Dec 9, 2014 19:38:24 GMT -5
Post by Naomi Beaumont on Dec 9, 2014 19:38:24 GMT -5
When the pair finally noticed her arrival she had expected a less than welcoming greeting from them, even expecting the one holding the gun to pull it out and aim it at her. She was surprised to see the woman in possession of the weapon but it didn’t faze her, in fact it made her laugh. There was no way to know what types of bullets were contained in the gun though she suspected them to be nothing less than silver. Silver bullets would hurt an Original just the same as any other were but their reflexes were faster as was their heal rate so even if the woman decided to fire there was a large percentage she would miss. Confident they were no match for her she decided to let the woman keep her security blanket and shifted her attention to the kid who claimed the role of negotiator, standing perfectly still in her spot.
”Who are you?”
Her eyebrow raised and her head tilted to the side. ”Did you bother to ask the same question to the Were you just killed? Or do you only care because you fear you may not be so lucky with me?” her voice was far from threatening but there was a look on her face that revealed her irritation as clear as the freckles speckled across her nose. ”I’ll give you my name when you tell me why you are going after my people.” Despite her question she could only assume their reasons were the same as any other vampire or magi; out of fear for their extinction.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2014 20:07:57 GMT -5
Ayanna noted the surprise the other woman had for her possession of the gun, and the complete absence of concern. The last part didn't come as a surprise, many supernaturals were unaffected by someone drawing a weapon on them. Some even found it insulting. That's why Ayanna took great pleasure in making sure she had the perfect shot before even squeezing the trigger. The look in their eyes when the bullets actually pierced their skin was always priceless. Like the mere thought of a gun being effective against them was so absurd they thought they were dreaming. That any minute they would wake up and be safe and sound. For a lot of the things she hunted that never came, but they did close their eyes and drift off to sleep.
If Ayanna was the type she would have chuckled at the woman's reply. No, she hadn't bother to get the werecat's name. All she needed to know was that the werecats attacked innocent people simply to feed and their lives were forfeit in her eyes. Just like any other species that did the same. Of course, there was no way for the stranger to know that, and Ayanna didn't care enough to explain it to her. The hunter doubted it would make a difference in the end. These monsters always stuck with their own, even the humans. Few people were ever objective, Ayanna didn't even she herself as objective at times. The woman was upfront and wasn't flinching, Ayanna could respect that. She wouldn't bullshit.
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Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2014 20:10:25 GMT -5
Ra gave Ayanna a disapproving glance at her words before turning back to the stranger. As he expected, she was another werecat and wasn't the least bit happy about their display in the alley. Ra stayed by Ayanna's side, just in case things went bad he'd stay behind the hunter and provide whatever support he could. He hoped if a battle did break out it wouldn't lure in the police, news crews, helicopters. That was all they needed, but it would certainly make Ayanna's message to the supernatural world clear. Some humans didn't suspect her of being a vampire, so who knows. Maybe the humans would even think them heroes. Either way, they were going to piss off some and please others. There was no way around it.
“The werecats we've been tracking have been attacking innocent civilians, slaughtering them. We didn't take that one out because he was a werecat, it was what they chose to do. I didn't enjoy it anymore than you did.”
Ra thought honesty was the best way to go about things. It would prove whether or not the woman was reasonable. He made a point to keep eye-contact with the woman, not because he expected an attack, but because he wanted her to see he was being sincere. Ra wouldn't speak for Ayanna, Ayanna made her feelings quite clear, Ra would only speak for himself, and Ayanna wouldn't attack unless the werecat struck first. The ball was in her court.
“I'm Ra. I trust you already know what I am. What we are.” |
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Dec 9, 2014 20:55:53 GMT -5
Post by Naomi Beaumont on Dec 9, 2014 20:55:53 GMT -5
”The smell of death gave it away.” she said as her eyes darted towards the female’s direction, intending the scent causing her nose to itch was her doing, though not intentionally. The scent wasn’t strong enough to drive Naomi away and with the faint smell of human Naomi could only assume the woman was only a hybrid. This made her an easy target as most vampire hybrids spend their entire lives hating their vampire father and with the woman’s appearance and overall aura she didn’t seem to be an exception. In the end they were all the same. She seemed to be the type to inhibit a tricky finger so while trying to look as if her attention was on the young male in reality Naomi’s full attention was on the woman.
“The dead don't require names.”
Naomi suppressed a growl at the hybrid, her lip twitching in irritation. Unlike the other feline Originals Naomi actually had to die in order to be granted her abilities. If anyone was familiar with death it was Naomi and nor did she find amusement in her statement. In fact it insulted her more than the gun aimed at her heart. ”I’m going to assume you two are new in the city so I’ll give you the benefit of the doubt...this time. Only because I won't need to be the one coming after you for this." she grinned. The other cats would do it for her. "If you’re going to stay however I advise you learn more about your target before putting your plan into action. You just may actually save a life for once that way.” she paused, biting her tongue as to prevent herself from saying anything more. ”Cats are not like Vampires, or even wolves. We don’t kill humans for food or for sport. We kill to survive, to defend ourselves and our pack. You may not want to believe me but not every civilian in this city is as innocent as they claim to be. There are a lot more hunters than you are aware of and some more efficient at killing, and hiding themselves, than you two. Those innocent civilians, whose lives you just ‘honored’ with killing that Were, did you ever stop to think that they in fact were the hunters, not the hunted? Cats don’t attack unless provoked and it takes a whole lot more to rile us up than it does with the wolves or even bears, and you two...with that little show down there...just opened up a whole container of tuna when killing one of their own as you just did.” A small grin slid across her face in amusement. ”They might even be so lucky as to get the other packs involved. Lions are very family oriented.” And she would know, being the Original Lion herself.
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Dec 9, 2014 21:52:27 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 9, 2014 21:52:27 GMT -5
Ayanna's grip was firm on the handle of the gun, and she was ready to squeeze the trigger the second the werecat decided to make a move. Ayanna found the first thing she said amusing, her self hatred making it easy to smile inwardly. Her actual facial expression never changed from the emotionless mask it had on right now. Ayanna couldn't afford to show emotion, or feel it. It only got in the way. The grin, the story, the attempt at guilt, she heard it all before. After a while it was hard to tell what was true and what was not. Especially when the ones telling the lies believed their own shit. From Ayanna and Ra's own investigation they didn't find anything that indicated the humans killed were hunters, so if they were they covered their tracks well. Ayanna didn't have any regrets either way. That was just how much she hated the supernatural.
“I know enough to kill you,” replied Ayanna.
That was all she had to say when it came to learning more about their target. She knew silver weakened them, she knew wolfsbane subdued them, and she spent enough years fighting to know how to stay alive in one. Plus, it always helped to have a little magical support. She wasn't worried about the packs coming after her. That just made her job easier, and if there was one way to get the attention of the big wigs in this city, it was to make a pyre. Taking out the packs here would be no small feat, and that would move her one step closer to her goal of finding the son of a bitch who killed her father. The man she considered to be her real father, not the fang biter that helped give birth to her.
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Ra felt a heavy lean on his heart at the wildcat's words. A hint of self doubt entering his eyes as he went over everything they had inside his head. Even if he didn't do the deed himself, he still provided the wolfsbane that Ayanna used to finish him off. Ra had just as much blood on his hands if the werecat turned out to be innocent as Ayanna did. The only difference was Ra actually gave a damn. He cared about doing what was right, what was noble. Could he really have been so blind? Could they have missed something? No doubt Ra was going to go over everything again and pray that the werecat was only messing with his head.
“I'm sorry.”
It wouldn't have made Ayanna happy, but it was all he could think of to say. Even if the wildcat was guilty, that didn't mean he couldn't offer sympathy. Ra wouldn't have liked it any better if he witnessed a magi being killed tonight, even if that magi was guilty of actual wrong doing, so the wildcat had every right to be angry with them. Not that an apology would mean much, but what else could he say?
“If you leave peacefully, we leave peacefully. Neither of us gains anything from having a prolonged confrontation on the roof.” |
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Dec 11, 2014 19:22:53 GMT -5
Post by Naomi Beaumont on Dec 11, 2014 19:22:53 GMT -5
Naomi could sense the sincerity in his voice but it would only work for a moment as his partner intervened with her own thoughts on the subject. The more the woman opened her mouth the more Naomi felt the urge to make it her last, but in an attempt to stop herself she shifted her focus back on the boy. “Then why do I get the feeling I will be the only one holding up my end of the deal?” She said with her eyes staring the woman down. ”But I’m going to have to disagree. In fact, we have everything to gain from this rooftop. Maybe some more than others. Seems like some of us need a lesson in Las Vegas 101.” Naomi respected the boy’s effort to end on peaceful terms but Naomi wasn’t about to let them go without giving her a piece of her mind. Her brown eyes shifted back towards the Hybrid. ”Do you think you’re the only one who hates the monster they call father or has taken up a personal vendetta against supernatural, becoming a hunter so they can decide what is right and wrong for this world? Well guess what, surprise! You’re not. It comes with being a vampire hybrid apparently. So if you’re going to go after supernatural simply for being who they are, because you can’t accept yourself, you might as well go ahead and aim that gun at your pretty little face and pull the trigger because sweetheart, hate to break it to you, but you’re not human either and you never will be.” As harsh as it might have seemed it was the truth. Before the Great Revelation Naomi ran, and still does to an extent, the Resistance group formed to protect any and all supernatural who needed it. The group wasn’t species oriented and accepted all species, including vampires and hybrids. Because of this Naomi was well versed in Hybrids and during her experiences with them noticed a pattern with all of them. Each had their own personal stories but they all revolved around the same plot; vengeance against the father, denial about what they really were and the fact they forever had to balance between their human side and their vampire side, as well as the self loathing to the point of mass murder, all in the name of ‘protecting the people’. Though not all ended up in the same situation as the woman holding the gun, most did and after a while no matter the cause in the end their stories all seemed to sound the same.
”If I had a dollar for every Hybrid who became a hunter because of their daddy issues I’d be a fucking millionaire by now. Now, if you’re just itching for a kill because you’ve got nothing better to do with your immortal life,” she rolled her eyes as her tone of voice turned sarcastic. ”then there are Hybrids out there being taken left and right for their blood. And all you can worry about is a pack of cats…..If you’re going to join the millions of people who now call themselves hunters then do us all a favor, go after the people who really need to be put down, and in this city, that would be the vampires.” she looked over at the woman and gasped in a mocking way. ”Maybe one of them is your father, I bet you’d just love to get your hands on him, huh? You wouldn’t be the only Hybrid to senselessly kill because they’re mad at daddy.” she folded her arms in a snicker. ”If you want to make a real difference then leave the Were’s alone. They’ve had enough loss these last few years with the Arenas and since we’ve come out to the rest of the world our efforts at a happy life have been near impossible, especially with that vampire bitch in power. Just like you we’re trying to survive in a world where we are the second class citizens but one day we’ll change that. One day all supernaturals in Nevada will have equal rights, just like humans, but you two…..you two are only making it difficult for those of us actually trying to make a difference.”
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Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 20:15:43 GMT -5
Ayanna remained quiet as the wildcat said her piece, which was strange for someone with Ayanna's temper, but she was much too focused on any potential action on the part of the wildcat to let her anger get the best of her now. Ayanna never claimed originality in anything she did and didn't give a rats ass if she was the only one or not. She did pay attention to the valid information however. The hybrids being taken in for their blood, the vampires, vampire bitch. The rest was just filler. Things Ayanna had heard before, and she didn't care to hear it all again.
“My father was a priest in Kansas City.”
Ayanna didn't acknowledge her sperm donor as her father. He may have done the nasty with her mother, but it was Pastor Paul who took her in and raised her as if she was his own. It was Pastor Paul who helped him come to terms with her powers enough in order to use it for good. He saw past the monster and looked at the woman within. She would never forget that. Now he was dead and there was no bringing him back. But she could still avenge him. Whatever it takes. Ayanna returned her pistol to its holster. If the wildcat wanted a fight, she would have attacked by now, not mouth off like a politician.
“We'll have equal rights, but we'll never be equal.”
She was of course talking about the racism, sexism, homophobia, and the multiple reasons humans were still at each other's throats after all these years, let alone the supernatural entities where they actually had some justification to be scared and cautious. Leading to one hate crime case after another. Ayanna had no reason to believe those prejudices would ever die. She's already seen how terrible the human race can be.
“You're right, I'm not human. Not a vampire, either. I'm just a girl from Kansas.” |
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Dec 11, 2014 20:17:18 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Dec 11, 2014 20:17:18 GMT -5
Ra looked at Ayanna with pleading eyes.
“Ayan, put the gun down.”
To his amazement, Ayanna did. She holstered it and everything. Hopefully now the wildcat would feel secure enough to turn her back on the duo. Ra only stood there silently as she spoke, waiting for Ayanna to explode about how wrong this woman was, but she never did. Ayanna must have been focused, that was the only reason he could think of as to why she wasn't having a yelling match with the wildcat. The few things she did say left him with sad eyes. Remembering the story on how her father died, the belief that her mother was dead by her birth father, the prejudice that was all too real in America and the rest of the world. People sucked.
“We'll look into what you told us. I'd ask for more information, but I understand if you'd rather we just fucked off.” |
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Dec 15, 2014 18:43:44 GMT -5
Post by Naomi Beaumont on Dec 15, 2014 18:43:44 GMT -5
Naomi was pleased to see the woman holster her weapon, though it never bothered her to begin with, she assumed from the look in the young man's eyes and the effect they had on the woman that the pair was close. Maybe not physically but there was an unmistakable bond between them, possibly formed from a favor owed by the other as it was in most cases. The volatile woman could, in Naomi's mind, be considered lucky to have a friend such as him. From their short time together Naomi could already tell that the woman was far from the social type and most likely would have ended up dead without him. As solid and feisty as the woman appeared on the outside Naomi knew from experience that it wasn't the weak that went down the quickest, but the over-confident.
"I'm more than willing to give information to those who need it. But only if I know my words won't go unheard, and my advice forgotten." She reached into her back pocket and pulled out a small business card with her name, number, and the Museum of Egyptian history logo with the title 'Director' under it. Not caring if the woman felt threatened or not Naomi approached the young man and held out a card.
”Before you two do something stupid, again, call this number and I’ll do everything in my power to help. Day or night it doesn’t matter. And try not to cause too much attention to yourselves. I’d rather not have the Resistance after such valuable allies because they were too reckless to learn who is who in this city. If you’re not from around here it’s easy to believe you’re doing right when in reality you’re making things worse. Still, we could use fighters like you two. Gina and her goons don’t expect Magi to join ranks with Were’s but with our growing numbers she’s in for quite the surprise.”
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