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#21
Lauren snorted at Logan's complaint that she'd "hurt" his knee. The old man needed to exercise more often; this wasn't your run-of-the-mill surrender. She'd fuck him over and disarm him quicker than he could say chicken if she wanted to. Lauren pulled her newly acquired bag closer to her body, eyes burning with fury as Jay regarded her as a "problem" when he already knew who she was and the bounty she had on her head. It was dehumanizing that he'd find amusement in harassing her because she was a criminal.

"Keep talking, pretty boy. I'll bust you lip for it," she growled. Her fingers itched to grab her gun tucked safely away beneath her dusty brown jacket. It was concealed greatly into her earthy toned clothing that helped her blend in where she could. Lauren didn't have time to sit and chat. She heaved her new bag up on her shoulder again and stood up straight. Her irritation shot sky high when she heard a young voice pipe up that she'd stolen the black bag hanging on her shoulders- right in front of Logan and Jay Kennedy.

Lauren immediately turned to face the young woman, ready to punch the daylights out of the women for saying something smart, however, her bag swung a bit too hard towards the woman's face. Lauren craned her neck over her bag and noticed an extremely short woman, all doe-eyed at her recent find and an assumption maker too. Lauren scoffed at the young lady and flipped her hair. She straightened her jacket and side eyed Jay, the owner of the town and a notorious settler of disputes, or so she heard.

"Plainly put, I hurt the old man's knee by running away from him. He was chasing after me- it was his choice to chase after me, therefore, his choice to hurt his knee. Plain and simple."

She glanced around for the timid woman she'd seen before. The lady wasn't here; a shame. She'd get into the woman's mind, if she could, though it seemed that wouldn't be for a while. It appeared some of the patrons had heard the tiny woman's fascination- Lauren stealing a black bag from the Providence van- and Lauren was now being stared at in suspicion and a sense of wariness. Her lack of friends wasn't new though; she was used to being the small fish in the community who fought hard for her own survival.

"Listen, no one wants me here. So, I'm going to make it easy on everyone and leave."

Lauren took a few step backs before turning and heading towards the door.

  
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#22
~~Mona Twist~~

Seeing the masked guy do the little finger flutter, Mona got absolutely ecstatic and mimicked the motion. "Aw hell yeah! Das right mask dude. You're the bomb." She punched him in the shoulder lightly before turning to pay attention to whatever Lyra was saying, the girl really seemed distracted and distraught that day. Most likely due to that Providence Van that Mona did not want to bring up because she figured it had something to do with her early awakening. "Hey, the further the better in my case, most of the nearest shops are void of electronics by now." As they started moving she remembered there was just one teeny tiny thing she was forgetting. "Oh right, my sleeping bag. Gotta stop by my home." This was likely the first time Nomad had seen the residential areas of Breez. Mona slid her fingers across the graffiti to try and mask which part of it opened the latch. Lyra, of course, knew it was none other than the pierced tongue of the punk girl but anyone else watching would have a hard time figuring that out.

With her stuff for travel packed along with some rations and water she rejoined the group and slid her hand across the wall again locking her house as she left. Obviously, she left a note to her parents, though it was mostly a scribble saying 'gone out' rather than anything of use. "Alright, thanks for waiting, let's get going then." She had no trouble taking the lead and head of the party, even though no one asked her to. Since they were already in the metro line they may as well head a portion of the road to where they were going by the tunnel. It was more direct and easier to spot anyone sneaking up on them.
 

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#23
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Kane watched from the shadows as the masked man took on a job with two others. They seemed to be friendly doing some kind of handshake that Kane didnt understand. The whole prospect of touching each other without a need made him wonder just how isolated he had become. While lost in thought his target or rather targets started to move. He overheard them say something about electronics. Kane smiled for he knew this area would most likely picked clean. He knew they'd have to venture outside of Breez to find what they were looking for.

He followed them as they walked through the crowd. Being raised as an assassin had its perks, like being able to be invisible in plain sight. He walked leisurly behind the group as the stopped off yo pick up supplies before wandering off. He continued to follow, sticking to every shadow he could yo avoid there gaze. Suddenly they reached a tunnel. Kane stayed still as he waited for them to venture far enough into the tunnel to where they wouldn't sense his magic.

He waited till were further in and called upon the shadows. "Shadow movement conceal" he said slighlty above a whisper so as not yo allow the sound to reverberate off the tunnel walls. He was then absorbed by the shadows and was concealled within the darkness. Kane continued to follow, as he did he focused on his targets, he had to. The cold bitter feeling from being inside a shadow was the same as being on a glacier. Good thing he knew this feeling well, he knew how to cope as he followed them further down the tunnel.
 

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#24
As the woman turned to face her, the Providence bag swung and hit Emrin square on the nose. She stumbled backward, "Ow! What was that for?!" She glared at the woman. Whatever was in the bag, was hard and heavy. Luckily though her nose was fine and not broken.

As the woman turned to leave, Emrin summoned her owl. There was no way she was going to just let her walk away like that. Her owl appeared and the two of them shared a look before he flew over to Lauren screeching and started pulling at her hair and scratching her arms when she defend herself. He flew up out of reach and got an unmistakable mischievous glint in his eye and unleashed his final move and promptly pooped in Lauren's hair.

"Well. I'll be honest I wasn't expecting that one."
 
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#25
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The old man swirled the cup in his hand as he watched the liquor gently slosh around in the glass. He ignored the woman's taunting snort, instead focusing on rubbing his sore knee to provide some comfort.
He did muster a smirk when Jay was addressed as pretty boy.
"Pretty boy?"
The bartender frowned, repeating the insult before laughing it off. The door sound of the door opening once more caused Logan to glance over his shoulder at the newcomer, a girl he had seen around the city. She glanced over at Logan before heading up to the bar and handed Jay a wrapped bundle, probably the gun he needed fixed.
"I don't really need anything at the moment so just remember you owe me."
"Well thank you kiddo', I'll remember you helping me out."
Jay said, ever-so friendly as usual. The girl, likely noticing Logan watching their interaction, said "Busy morning." Logan plainly nodded, not wanting to dive into another conversation.

Another man entered the bar, a dog alongside him. Logan grumbled lowly too himself, before taking a drink of his whiskey."Too many damn people in a bar this early."

Jay gave the man a smile as he neared the bar. "Morning Doc, how could I help you?" The man reached into his back pocket and pulled out a bag of bottle caps. Placing them on the counter, he placed his order. "Three sandwiches, don't mind what they are, and a water please. Lastly a dog bowl that can hold some food and water."

Logan smirked, glancing over at Jay who's face went blank. Around town Jay was a notoriously bad cook, even a simply sandwich managed to taste off if Jay made it.
"Err, certainly sir. I'll see what I have in the back."
Jay pocketed the caps and disappeared into a back room. He was only gone for a few moments before returning with a try in his hands. A cup sat on the tray next to a plate with two tuna-fish sandwiches. Along side the meal for the man was two bowls. One filled with tuna and the other with water.

He sat the plate in front of the man, along with the glass of water before setting both bowls down alongside him.
"Enjoy!"
The bartender stepped towards the thief, once again giving the lady his most charming smile, awaiting to hear the story of how Logan hurt his knee.
As expected, the woman took no credit for hurting his knee. Instead she insisted on blaming him for it, saying it was his choice to chase her. Which, in turn, made Logan grumble out a quick, annoyed "Bullshit."

"Listen, no one wants me here. So, I'm going to make it easy on everyone and leave."
Kennedy took a step forward and called to the woman. "Nonsense, I'm sure we can find a place for you here! Just take a seat at the bar, I'll pour you a drink and we can talk this out."
He turned and headed back behind the bar, adding with a smile.
"Oh and I'm not asking."

Logan frowned and looked back at the thief. He worked hard to bring her in, and Jay was going to give her a drink! He glared at the woman as she left, having half a mind to throw the glass at her, but then he noticed the young girl. For whatever reason, she was holding her nose. It was a small motion, but one Logan had seen before. With a flick of her wrist, an owl seemed to emerge out of nowhere.

Logan sat up a bit straighter. The girl was a summoner! He had only met a handful of other summoners in his life, himself included. He couldn't suppress his laugh as the owl dived down onto the thief and pulled at her hair. Logans laugh grew louder when the owl took a shit on the girl, sitting out of reach up on the rafters above. His laughed died down into a cough as he covered his mouth.
His spit out a glob of saliva mixed with blood onto the ground, before wiping his mouth off. Surprisingly his smile held, him finding the owl attacking the woman hilarious.
"Damn Emrin, you actually made the old man laugh!"
Jay said with a smile, before glancing over at Lauren.
"Err, I mean damn it Emrin! Quit antagonizing this woman, we're trying to settle this dispute! Here, let me get you a towel to clean your hair."
He headed back into the backroom, yelling over his shoulder to Nissa.
"Hey Nis, you mind watching them to make sure no one kills each other?"
He peaked his head around the corner, adding.
"Oh, and the thief can't leave. Logan, shoot her if she does."
 

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#26
Lauren had hoped that she’d get the loose end of the leash. She’d prayed in silence that Jay would let her go and she’d be fine. A sudden flap and screech caught Lauren off guard. She turned around and right there, pulling at her hair and scratching at her hands was a bird of prey. Lauren growled and immediately pulled her pistol out on the bird. A slick piece of white liquid fell on top of Lauren’s head and without another thought, she took a clear shot at the bird’s right wing and another at its forehead. That would teach the damn bird not to fuck with her. The bar patrons had begun to snort and giggle at her unfortunate luck– even the sheriff was acting like a child.

“You’re all about this close to your heads being blown off,” she hissed at the crowd and aimed her pistol at everyone when Jays went to the back. Some people in the bar straightened up, immediately aware that Lauren wasn’t messing around. Others glared at Lauren and placed their hands inside their jackets where they had their own pistols hidden. Lauren’s steam was blowing off quick– faster than she would’ve liked– as she snatched up a handful of napkins nearby and wiped off what she could of the bird poop in her hair. Lauren’s pistol aimed at the young woman– shortie in town– next.

“–and you need to keep your nose out of other people’s shit. I’m feeling generous today, however, if you cross lines again with me, you won’t be so pretty next time.”

She eyed everyone and her irritation only flamed up when she saw there was still no sign of the woman.

“Someone tell me where that lady with the white hoodie went and I’ll spare this bar. I have a score to settle with Providence.”

No one said anything. She shot the roof.

“Now!” she snapped.

One of the patrons stood up and spoke in a shaky voice, “She went upstairs. There’s not much up there, so you should be able to find her easily.”

“Good,” Lauren responded with a small smile. “Your business is appreciated.”

Lauren dashed upstairs and within a few minutes, she found the woman hanging out in the tattoo parlor. Lauren slammed the door behind her and locked it before she pulled out her gun again, this time on the timid woman.

“What is your business here?”

  
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#27
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Nissa’s attention had been disrupted away from the other patrons arguing at the bar as Whistler let out an odd noise, half between a growl and a yip which she hadn’t heard in some time which had obscured the moment the thief had called Jay pretty boy amid a threat. Glancing to her side as another person approached the bar; her eyes cast a long look over the man and down to his side where another dog stood. She couldn’t help the small smile at the presence of another dog in the place, surely to piss Jay off somewhat more which was always fun to watch. The guy was tall, well built and obviously not from around Breez as evident when he made an open order for sandwiches from Jay. A loud chuckle erupted from Nissa as she looked back over to Jay with utter amusement. Whilst he disappeared in an attempt to find something to appease his new patron, Nissa swiveled around on the bar stool to pay further attention to the happenings of the bar and in particular Logan and his latest catch. The younger woman beside her was clutching at her face though before Nissa could say much more she turned back to see the tray of food Jay had managed to scrape together. Snickering as he set the tray in front of the guy beside her, Nissa nodded in the direction of his meal.
“Careful, I wouldn’t trust any kind of meal he serves you.”

The joke was shoved aside at the sound of screeches and Nissa’s eyes closed briefly as she inwardly groaned. She had simply wanted to come in and grab the package left for her, not stand around in a room full of noise. Though the entire sight of watching an owl take a flying shit on the thief was rather spectacular, the quickly roused tension was not comforting, nor was the following request from Jay to watch the rest of the patrons as he left the room.

“please tell me your joking!” Nissa protested as Jay disappeared out into the back of the bar. Rolling her eyes with a huff, Nissa sagged back onto the bar stool and began to slide around once more on the bar stool. The sound of gunfire followed and Nissa in habitual reaction slid promptly from the stool, kicking it out of the way as Whistler barked at the sudden burst of sound. Shooting someone in Breez was not on and neither were strongly suggestive threats in Nissa’s opinion and as the thief waved her gun about brashly, Nissa gestured at the other patrons in the bar who had gone for their own holsters.

“Don’t make this a scene you lot!” She warned as the thief continued to threaten the younger woman who had questioned her about the bag. Nissa looked to Logan as the thief continued to carry on about a lady with a white hoodie and fired another shot in the air. Whistler continued to bark at the noise whilst Nissa let out an exasperated sigh. If she had been armed with a gun of her own she would have been tempted to cap the lady though since it was Jay’s bar and Jay was head of the town she knew he was more than likely to reappear in a moment in pursuit of the thief.

“easy boy,” Nissa murmured soothingly at her dog while the thief left the bar and took off upstairs, Nissa flicking Logan a look.
“I’ll leave her to you and Jay since you two like chasing women around bars.”

She wasn’t entirely sure if the Owl was okay and worried about the other woman in the situation Nissa took a moment to walk over to her, a flat and calm tone coming from her as she gently asked, “hey...are you and your bird okay?”

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#28
Emrin let out a cry when Lauren shot at her owl. The first shot passed through his right wing as he flew up to the raftors. He immediately turned and began a dive back to Emrin as the second shot passed narrowly over his head. He flew into Emrin's arms and then held out his bleeding wing with an indignant expression as if to say, "Look what's happened to me!!" Emrin rolled her eyes, "Well maybe you shouldn't have pooped on her." She muttered under her breath. The bird gave a squawk that sounded more like an offended gasp, gave Emrin's braid a hard tug, and then disappeared in an angry huff.

There was a loud commotion as the crazy lady began shooting her gun, demanding to know where the woman from Providence. Emrin instinctively took cover behind the closest thing larger than herself - which happened to be Logan - before realizing who she was standing behind and stepping away from him. Emrin would be lying if she said she wasn't curious about why someone from Providence had come here in such a conspicuous van. She was also not brash enough to run around firing guns to find out who she was though.

"Hey...are you and your bird okay?" Emrin turned and faced the voice. Another woman who had been sitting at the bar had come over.

"We're both fine." She sighed grumpily. and inspected the blood that had gotten on her cloak "He blames me. Thinks it's my fault because if I knew his name he would've been able to knock her on her ass. I won't be able to summon him for a couple days but he'll be ok. Thanks for asking." She glared in the direction where the crazy lady had disappeared. Part of her wanted to chase her and give her a whack on the head with her staff. But Emrin wasn't stupid and knew that would most likely end in her getting shot so she resisted the urge. Instead, she turned to Jay, "Jay! Care to explain why you're hiding a woman from Providence upstairs?"
 

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#29
Rain's is in a pretty bad mood. He notices the women known as Nissa and looks at her for a few moments but for the time being, he decides to leave her alone. His ears are ringing and for a few minutes during this time he sits there to recover. When he finally recovers and takes the first bite of the sandwich, he can help but cringe because it just tastes bland. After a moment he puts it down 'this place is far too loud and the food is crap’ he thinks to himself.
' I know he's not a cook but I feel he really should learn some basic seasoning skills or hire someone that does know what they are doing so people don't have to eat crap flavorless food'. He decides to leave the sandwiches there no longer feeling hungry and gets up from the stool before he heads to where the fighting was.

He ignores the others, except Emrin who he reaches and says "Emrin I know you may not think it's a big deal, but just to be on the safe side I would like to clean you up and check for possible other injuries". As he waits for an answer he thinks over the situation at hand, ' If that really is the same tomboy Lyra from my past that has filled out hope she doesn't start up again, I don't need any more of this wild west bullshit before I have had something that's not bland, Nissa seems to be pretty skilled from the energy she gives off, however for some reason I get a slightly eerie feeling from her'. ‘I need to talk Lyra later but with that old man there it might be a little tricky'

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#30
Logan Russo
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Logan was taking the last sip of liquor in his glass when the thief started firing her gun. He flinched some at the sudden loud bang, spilling what little liquor was left onto his jacket.
He cursed under his breath and glanced at the woman as she waved a pistol around the bar. His hand itched to draw on her, put a bullet in her temple and an end her irritating ways. He knew better tho, the woman already had her gun drawn and had a crazy-enough look for Logan to not doubt her ability to shoot him. Plus, Jay would be pissed he killed someone in his bar.

Russo watched as the woman disappeared upstairs. He started reaching over the bar to grab the bottle of liquor to refill his glass, but paused as Nissa called over to him.
“I’ll leave her to you and Jay since you two like chasing women around bars.”
Logan scoffed and nodded, not moving from his seat as the gunsmith went to check on the young summoner. The old man was fine with the thief going to kill the Providence woman, he had no love for the city or it's people.
Plus, if the thief actually went through with killing the white robe then she'd be killed for murdering someone in Breez. He'd get to knock two birds out with one stone, and have a drink while the thief did all the work.


Jay emerged from the backroom, a scolding look as he looked around the room.
"Damn it Nissa! I told you to keep everyone in check, what the hell was that gunshot?"
He paused, his gaze shifting to Logan.
"What about you Logan? I told you to not let the thief leave, but I don't fuckin' see her!"
Taking a sip of his newly poured drink, Logan shrugged
"Technically she's still in the building. Just went upstairs to check on that Providence friend of yours."
"Shit. You have to go get her before she winds up killing the girl."
Logan didn't answer, nor did he move. He shot Jay a look of uncaring. Jay tossed the sheriff a pair of cuffs, adding.
"Trust me Logan, you'll want the Providence girl alive."
Logan frowned as he caught the cuffs. Something told him Jay wasn't exaggerating. The old man sighed and stood up from his stool, shot Jay one more annoyed glance and disappeared up the stairs.
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Jay relaxed some, letting out a relieved breath of air. Most of the patrons were clearing out, the only ones left in the bar, aside from himself, were Emrin, Nissa and Rain.
Jay just started to settle in his seat, when the young womans voice called out.
"Jay! Care to explain why you're hiding a woman from Providence upstairs?"
Jay scratched the side of his head, looking up at the girl.
"Well Emrin I wasn't just hiding her, I'm trying to help her."
He paused, motioning towards the stairs.
"Look, I'll explain everything when Logan gets back. For now lets just let the doctor check on you. Sound good?"
Jay took a glass from beneath the counter and started pouring him a drink, glancing up the stairs waiting for the outcome.

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The old man reached the second floor, his pistol drawn as he made his way down a hallway. Most of the doors were ajar but at the end of the hall was a closed one. On the otherside of the door were the muffled voice of the thief, who was liking talking to the Providence woman.
Logan turned the handle but was stopped by the doors lock.
"Damn it woman, open the door."
He pushed on the door but it wouldn't budge. Putting his weight behind him, he rammed into the door. The door held, leaving Logan rubbing his shoulder. On the otherside of the door, he heard the white robe crying. "Oh fuck it."
Raising his pistol, he put a few rounds into he lock. Pushing the door open, Logan aimed his pistol at the thief.
"Lady, you're really starting to piss me off."
He glanced over at the Providence woman, a few tears falling down her face. She was young, probably around twenty years old. She was standing in the corner, her hands shaking as she glanced between the two guns in the room. He gritted his teeth, his gaze going back to the thief.
"Lets calm down. Everyone has a score to settle with Providence, but shooting this kid isn't going to settle it."
He shifted forward some.
"Lets all go downstairs and we can talk about this before you make another stupid mistake."
 

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#31
As the chaos in the bar settled to medium toned grumbling voices and shuffling stools, Whistler padded across the floor as Nissa moved only his nose trailed to the spots of blood that had hit the floor from the owl. Licking at the small specks the dog seemed somewhat delighted at his find though seemed to become somewhat oblivious to the fact that the owl has disappeared. Emrin had been pretty obvious in her show of magic ability though Nissa didn’t make a fuss over the topic, simply nodding with acknowledgement of what Emrin had replied with. She was somewhat worried about whether the woman was okay despite telling her that she was fine and soon enough the man who had ordered sandwiches was offering to take a better look.

“That’s probably a good idea.” Nissa agreed, taking the opportunity to turn back towards the bar, noticing that the other occupants had all cleared out with the exception of the few people who had become involved in the situation. It was the best thing in particular for Jay since less people in a bar while someone was running riot with a gun meant that it was far less likely that others were going to be injured or worse. Whilst Whistler continued his search for blood spatter to lap up, Jay’s voice sent a small feeling of tension rippling through Nissa as her jaw tightened.

"Damn it Nissa! I told you to keep everyone in check, what the hell was that gunshot?"

She understood Jay would be pissed, though naturally she was equally pissed at the idea that she was suddenly responsible for some other person she didn’t know and that someone was giving her orders.

“First of all, no one died…at least not yet and secondly it was your latest catch that decided to be stupid enough to go rogue in your bar!” Nissa replied curtly as she strode back across to the bar and picked the stool up from the ground before sliding back onto it. She had no intentions of entertaining whatever was about to occur upstairs as the less she knew about a murder the better her deniability would be. The following exchange between Jay and Emrin and then to Logan had prompted Nissa to wipe her hand restlessly across her right brow. All she had wanted to do today was collect what she was owed and start work on a new order. Now she was here listening to Jay explain that he was assisting someone from Providence. As he poured himself a drink Nissa watched him somewhat curiously. Something in her mind clicked over and her brow furrowed.

“So you are in cohorts with providence scum today. Please for the love of god tell me that isn’t connected to your requested favour.” She asked though whether she wanted his answer was another thing.

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#32
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All she did was cry. What kind of woman was she? It was a simple question. Lauren growled, her gun still pointed when she heard banging on the door. What a waste of time. Lauren pulled back her pistol and narrowed her eyes at the gunshots from the other side of the door and Logan bursting in the tattoo parlor to point his damn gun at her. There was no way she would allow them to detain her. She needed answers and she needed them now. Lauren narrowed her eyes, "Over my dead body."

She made a run for the window.

As the woman turned to run, Logan gripped his pistol tighter. He could’ve shot her in the head and be done with this whole mess, but for whatever reason he fired a shot at her calf. It would hurt, but she would survive. Probably. The Providence woman in the corner yelped out, covering her head after hearing the gunshot.
”Next one will go in your spine.”

Lauren grimaced at the seering burn in her leg as she held the wound and her newly acquired bag slipped off her shoulder. Blood leaked gradually from he wound.

“What the hell?! What the hell is wrong with you?!”

She raised her gun to Logan, words dripping with venom.

“Next one will go straight through your forehead.”

Logan moved forward slowly, his gun still trained on her. ”Oh yeah? You wouldn’t be the first to try.” His left hand went to his belt, where the cuffs hung in a belt loop. ”How many people have you shot? Any of them as young as the white robe?” He nodded towards the Providence girl in the corner, but kept his eyes on Lauren. He edged closer, he was almost within reach of her gun.

The moment Logan stepped closer to Lauren, she pulled the trigger and fired a shot near the left side of Logan’s face.

“Why the fuck are you calling that bitch a white robe?” she seethed, putting more pressure on her wound as she knelt to the ground. “I’ve killed more times than you can count. You haven’t seen what I can do. Come any closer and I’ll harm her.”

She pointed her gun towards the Providence woman.

”It’s what I call people who stay hidden behind the walls of Providence. People who are afraid to get their hands dirty.” Logan answered her question just to humor her. Keep her talking so she actually wouldn’t do anything stupid. He lunged forward and grabbed ahold of her wrist, pushing it so the Providence woman wasn’t in the line of fire. Lauren growled as her gun fell to the floor. Dropping his gun, Logan put all his weight on the woman to knock her to the ground.

“Get off of me!” Lauren snapped.

He struggled for a moment with Lauren’s thrashing, but he managed to clip the first cuff on her wrist. He grabbed ahold of her other wrist and pressed it firmly on the ground above her head. Jerking the cuffed wrist up beside her other wrist, he finally clamped the second cuff on. He let out a huff of air and stood up as he caught his breath. He grabbed ahold of the woman's forearm and started to pull her up. Lauren yelped in pain as the burning sensation in her leg fired up.

”Alright lady, now that we got you in chains, lets get you downstairs."

Lauren winced, body shaken as she tried to pull her wrists out of the cuffs.

“Shit, didn’t realize you were into kink. I could get used to this,” she breathed. “You gonna make me bleed out too? That’s really nice, considering Jay asked you to make sure I didn’t leave.”

Logan rubbed his ear, which was still ringing from the gunshot that went past his head. He glared at the cuffed woman, trying to make out what she said but to no avail. ”Shut it.”

He lead her by the arm towards the door, pausing as he remember the Providence girl in the corner. ”Hey, you’re coming with. Jay is gonna example what you’re doing here.” The woman hesitated, wiping some tears from her face. She licked her lips nervously, before making her way towards the door.

“Hey, old man!” Lauren snapped and tugged at her arm. He didn’t seem to hear and Lauren was tugged back down the stairs, leg bleeding profusely the more she walked. She swallowed hard, her head beginning to feel a bit heavy. They reached downstairs and Lauren slumped against Logan, fighting for her life.
 

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#33
Someone who Emrin hadn't noticed before came over. She vaguely recognized him as the doctor, but she ignored him as Jay came out from the back. She raised an eyebrow at Jay's words but said nothing. Emrin hated Providence the same way that many others did, but she often felt like she didn't have the right to say so. It felt hypocritical. She was, after all, originally from there, and there were many who still considered her to be a "Providence person". She scowled at everyone saying she needed the doctor's help and slapped his hand away, "I said I'm fine." She snapped. She had been hit with a bag, not a sledgehammer.

Suddenly there were gunshots from upstairs. "Well, sounds like things are going well up there." She smirked, "I bet that lady from Providence is shitting her pants. They're not used to this kind of thing there."

There was really no reason for Emrin to still be there but she stayed anyway out of curiosity. Breez was, in general, more eventful than Providence, but it still wasn't every day that there was this much excitement. After some shouting, more shooting, and what sounded like a struggle, Logan came down with the crazy lady, the woman from Providence following meekly behind them. As Emrin had guessed, she looked terrified and seeing everyone staring at her as she came down the stairs seemed to make her even more frightened. The crazy lady was in handcuffs and bleeding from her leg. "You better help her instead doc. She'll bleed out from that wound."

Emrin walked over the terrified Providence woman and grabbed her hand and dragged her over to the bar in front of Jay. "Well, she's here. Care to start the explanations?" She looked at him expectantly.
 
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#34
ltra
Someone who Emrin hadn't noticed before came over. She vaguely recognized him as the doctor, but she ignored him as Jay came out from the back. She raised an eyebrow at Jay's words but said nothing. Emrin hated Providence the same way that many others did, but she often felt like she didn't have the right to say so. It felt hypocritical. She was, after all, originally from there, and there were many who still considered her to be a "Providence person". She scowled at everyone saying she needed the doctor's help and slapped his hand away, "I said I'm fine." She snapped. She had been hit with a bag, not a sledgehammer.

Suddenly there were gunshots from upstairs. "Well, sounds like things are going well up there." She smirked, "I bet that lady from Providence is shitting her pants. They're not used to this kind of thing there."

There was really no reason for Emrin to still be there but she stayed anyway out of curiosity. Breez was, in general, more eventful than Providence, but it still wasn't every day that there was this much excitement. After some shouting, more shooting, and what sounded like a struggle, Logan came down with the crazy lady, the woman from Providence following meekly behind them. As Emrin had guessed, she looked terrified and seeing everyone staring at her as she came down the stairs seemed to make her even more frightened. The crazy lady was in handcuffs and bleeding from her leg. "You better help her instead doc. She'll bleed out from that wound."

Emrin walked over the terrified Providence woman and grabbed her hand and dragged her over to the bar in front of Jay. "Well, she's here. Care to start the explanations?" She looked at him expectantly.
Rain coldly smirks and says" What a stupid thing to say of course I'm going to check on her I'm not deaf or blind". rain heads to them then say" I see Lyra is still a trouble maker, but trouble maker or not letting her bleed out when i could help her is against my code so please temporary uncuff her so she can lay on a table and I can treat her properly". Rain pauses for a minute then says" Just because you got lucky this time does not always be the case and that if the noise is hit at the weak point with enough force it can do a lot of damage sometimes even causes death, keep that in mind when you say it's not that big a deal".

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#35
Lyra Rosewald

For the next few hours, the group made their way through the ruins of the city that Breez was built in. Once every few blocks, they would either encounter a few small distant monsters, or an overgrown plant on their path. Lyra would pull out the piece of paper from the job board, and mark down the blocked roads before rotating in place until she decided on the alternate route to take. She managed to pick out a couple of Bloodrose leaves from the flowers the stuck out of the larger magical vines sticking in and out of the concrete monstrosities of the old world.

They finally made it a block away from their target, but soon the reason why this station was mostly left untouched became clear. The square had become the nest of a rather unsavory giant troll. The roads leading to the square were all blocked either by corpses and rubble, the mana starved attracted by the dead monsters and enchanted animals alike. The living horde seemed to be trying and failing to make its way through the debris of collapsed buildings toward the troll.

Lyra mouthed "up," as she carefully walked over broken glass into a half-standing building. It didn’t look like a particularly interesting building, but it appeared to have foundations solid enough to stand for so long. She made her way up the stairs, noting a couple of mana-starved corpses littering the closed areas. She slowly pulled out her knife, taking each step with care. As she reached the highest floor with a floor to speak of (though there were clues suggesting at least two more stories once existed above), the square came into view past the destroyed walls of the room. In the middle of the room, there was a bunch of freshly burnt out branches, most likely from when Petrov or her people found their target for scavenging. "Now to find a way in there," she muttered.

They had two neighbouring buildings closeby. One building was at least as tall, and had wide, but closed, damaged windows, with the inside obscured by the shadow it cast. It wouldn’t be much trouble to jump across if the windows didn’t block their entrance. The other building across the room they were in was significantly shorter, and close enough to jump across with no trouble. Just as Lyra was about to tell the others about the path, she let out a small squeal as a rotting mana-starved appeared at the window with a loud hiss. She jumped back as her heart tried to make an escape out of her throat. The giant troll in the center of the square turned its head lazily toward the sound of its prey.

"M… Maybe not this way." Lyra looked down at the blueish, purple blood around the creature as it walked toward them with heavy steps, with torn up limbs scattered around. The troll was larger than nearly any other creature she’d seen in her whole life. She turned to Mona and the masked man. "We should get out of here before that thing and the small fries come flooding in. Any ideas?"

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