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Offline Nix

Never Quite Free (Rhi)
« on: September 09, 2016, 06:22:51 pm »
It was easier to sneak off the ship than Kyssimri originally thought it would be. None of his usual methods had to be employed. No hiding in things. No actual sneaking around. He put on a cloak to try and hide his blue skin as well as he could and just... Walked off the ship more or less. It seemed Ykan and the captain were not around and the rest of the crew didn't seem to care or notice what he did. That strange medic would probably notice he was gone eventually though.

As he slipped off of the docks into the more main part of the Cancer he was relieved that everything was going smoothly for once. He just had to keep his head down and find his way to the Piss Hole. He was sure he remembered where it was... Just... It had been a while since he had been there and some of his old landmarks had changed. He looked up for a moment to try and get his barings, hoping no one noticed his skin or saw his face.


Offline Rhi-Rhi

Re: Never Quite Free (Rhi)
« Reply #1 on: June 19, 2017, 10:26:24 pm »
Ari had stepped out for a smoke, leaning against the side of his ship, when movement caught the corner of his eye.

He twisted to get a better look, cigarette bobbing on his lips, and broke out into a slow smile when he saw what--or rather, who--it was. Kyssimri, his little stowaway and (shudder) blood donor. Had he forgotten to seal the door? Or had someone let him out? That was a question for later, though. Right now, he was less concerned about how he'd gotten out and more interested in just where he thought he was going.

Because the kid wasn't moving like a frantic escapee trying to just get anywhere but there. Naw, the kid was moving with purpose, like he had a plan and knew exactly where he was headed.

Ari flicked his cigarette to the floor, ground it out with his boot, and shoved his hands into his pockets as he counted to ten, leaving some space between them. Then he pushed off the Sassy Juice and followed, casually and not in any hurry.

The kid may have hidden himself beneath a cloak, but for Ari, that marked him as good as his hair or skin would have. He may have been moving with purpose, but he was still acting like a hunted, nervous thing, and it was easy enough to keep him in his sights.
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Offline Nix

Re: Never Quite Free (Rhi)
« Reply #2 on: June 20, 2017, 11:08:55 am »
He could feel eyes on him, kept his head down. Cloaked individuals weren't all too uncommon on the Cancer, most went about their business, but there were always eagle eyed bounty hunters and slavers looking for their mark or to pick off weak pray. He had to learn this the hard way, despite still being quite a bit naive. He ignored the vendors trying to hawk miracle cures and magical items at him, ignored a bar fight spilling out into the crowd.

Or tried to, until one of the bar patron's watching the fight caught his eye and caused him to stop dead in his tracks. Darvish.

His throat felt tight and his breath hitched as he slowly backed away, trying to melt unseen into the crowd, recoiling from the slaver and his entourage as they watched one guy beat the snot out of another. Shit. Shit! Ok. The Piss Hole should just be up ahead if he remembered right. He just had to go around the crowd carefully.

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Re: Never Quite Free (Rhi)
« Reply #3 on: June 20, 2017, 08:54:21 pm »
Ari's focus was on Kyssimri, though he kept a general awareness of his surroundings--a sort of casual awareness that came with practice and exposure and familiarity with this setting and culture. You could never lower your guard on the Cancer, but neither could you act like you were guarded. You just had to belong--and while Kyssimri had caution, he lacked that.

But it wasn't his own observations that saved him. Oh, he noticed the bar fight. He noticed it, and he ignored it. To him, that was a normal, unexciting thing. Happened all the time. It was background noise.

But Kyssimri paused, looked at the fight. At first Ari figured the fight itself had startled him--he seemed a soft thing---but then he saw the way he tensed, the way he cowered back into the crowd, and he didn't have to be a damned psychic to feel his terror. His eyebrows raised and he followed the kid's gaze.

And felt the blood drain from his face, chills running down his spine like icy claws.

Darvish.

FUCK.

He sucked in a breath and resisted the urge to duck into the crowd, to jerk out of sight. Act like prey and attract the predator. Instead he kept walking, kept walking, until he found a natural break in the crowd and slipped in, like he was intending to go that way all along, like he was in no hurry even as every instinct screamed at him to get the fuck out. He just had to act natural. Calm. Darvish was distracted by the fight. It was fine.

But his throat was tight, his heart was jack-hammering in his chest, and his hands were shaking in his pockets, fidgeting with his smooth metal lighter. And he realized too late that he'd lost sight of Kyssimri, that all thoughts of tailing the kid had scattered as soon as he'd seen that monster. He'd gone straight into survival mode, adrenaline arcing through his veins.

What the fuck was he doing here?

Fumbling, he pulled out a cigarette and lit it. Took a long drag to calm his nerves. Shit. And now he'd lost the fucking kid--and he had so many questions now, too. Where he thought he was going, for one.

How he knew Darvish, for two.

But for now, he quickened his pace and slipped through the doors of the good old Piss Hole, deciding the kid could wait for now--while he took a breather and kept his head down.
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Offline Nix

Re: Never Quite Free (Rhi)
« Reply #4 on: September 03, 2017, 03:56:43 pm »
Kyssimri resisted the urge to look behind him, to make sure Darvish and company hadn't noticed him. If he looked back he would be noticed. He would be caught. And so close to safety too. He could do this. He had encountered so much worse and escaped and was fine. He was fine and he was almost to Gen and he could do this.

An audible sigh of relief escaped him when he saw the little hole in the wall bar, but he didn't stop moving, didn't lift his head too much, even when he entered the dark dingy establishment. He couldn't relax till he reached the bar at the back of the lower level and saw Gen. He was safe. He was home.

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Things were pretty normal today at the Pisshole. A lot of regulars, some shady business being conducted in the darker corners but that was hardly new or exciting. A nice calm day was fine though. Gen was hardly one to argue with a slow but steady day. There was always work to be done after all.

He was not the kind of man who was surprised by very little but there was one thing he had not been expecting today. The cloaked figure approaching the bar.

Maygen Shrayd eyed the individual as the other's gaze raised. His heart thumped. "Kyss." He muttered under his breath, coming around the counter to hold the boy's shoulders, to make sure he was really here.

 

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