Metropolitan Blades [MM]

[Storyteller]

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Somebody bumps rudely into Cristiana. Perhaps it was an accident, but...

[Cristiana]

Feeling the bump against her back she swung around reloading her own clip into the gun. It was her modified, or well built, gun from a friend. She put the fresh clip into it locking the piece in place looking around for what bumped her. “Taylor!” She exclaimed as her wraith stood before her. “I almost shot you.” The wraith most likely invisible to Fang chuckled, she doubted Fang had the power to see or hear wraiths in this world. Maybe he thought she was crazy now smiling and chuckling, talking to herself. But she wasn’t.

“Taylor, do me a solid and see how many more gang members there are please?” Her voice was nice to him because he was rather a fickle moody brooding beast of a ghost. Was he still upset she let Micah kill him? That was over a year ago, he needed to get over it already.

She looked to Fang, “Sorry I had to see if my kind and generous former Thrall, now wraith, would do us a solid and see how many more beings there was trying to kill us tonight or if I could go back to work?” The explanation was the best she could give for being a medium (As in the Grid power).

As a human, he had been moody and brooding. Also, a drug addict in cover. Which she hadn't known until she was using him to help feed a former romantic interest. He was using mood altering drugs which he passed from his blood stream into the other males. It did not turn out pretty. Micah eventually shot and killed him, with Cristiana's permission. It wasn't even for that reason, but it worked out because she gained Becky a few days later and that had been the best choice she ever made.

Now back in the buidling where the moonlight was shining in through crusted crud covered windows and the stairwell was now in pieces around them. She wondered how many more people would be joining the fight. Taylor nodded to her and wondered off. If he came back, it would honestly shock her.

[Fang (DELETED 10463)]

Before he even could move she took care of the guy, good she's know how to fight and as he walk to her, she start to speek to someone or something who was not there. So he start to walk to Cristiana.

- Ok and are you ready for more action ? if something happen?

Fang spit some more blood and look at her injury.

- Are you ok? We should move from here before some more come.

He go to help her and start to walk in the shadow to find a relax place to talk and prepare for the next step.

[Cristiana]

It was a relief he didn’t think she was crazy. Most people would have seen someone talking to the air and instantly thought someone should be locked up inside a mental facility. He didn’t seem phased or batting a lash over, especially after she explained who she was talking to. It could have been brash the reaction he gave but he was being supportive. That was a unique quality in another, and one that she had instant gratitude for.

Her eyes followed his comment about being okay. The two gaping oozing wounds from being shot didn’t bother her as much as the moment she realised they were there. Maybe it had been adrenaline or just the excitement of the fight, she hadn’t noticed, nor did she notice the chunk of whatever it was in her thigh from the fall itself. She was going to need some hefty healing after this was said and done. It took some time for it and that was something she didn’t have now.

Taylor came back, nodding it was safe to get out of there for the time being. But, he wasn’t always the most trustworthy. For now, she’d have to accept it and get them out of there. “Are you hurt at all?” She looked to Fang so he knew she was talking to him. “I shall be fine, this is minor.” She limped and headed out but was fine.

[Storyteller]

==========AUTOMATED POST==========

Fang attempted to race none, and was successful!

[Fang (DELETED 10463)]

Its look like he dos'n have emotion like all soldier pain is a state of mind. Its a good thing he is a vampire because some wound like that dont get to him that much. He look down at his leg where there was a bullet hole and ax he raise his head.

- A flesh wound it should be gone soon.

He grabe her and lift her like she was weightless. And start to walk to a safe place so we can take care of our wound.

- Sorry about this but its gonna be faster. We need to think about the next step. Do you know a secure place around?

[Storyteller]

==========AUTOMATED POST==========

Fang attempted to race none, and was successful!

[Cristiana]

It caught her by surprise that he tried and succeeded to lift her like she was a ragdoll. She was no ragdoll, and even more so small and compact enough with a twist or two, she was out from his much larger grasp. When she stood upright, she ignored the tinge of pain from the wounds and looked him in the eyes. "I would much rather walk and stand on my own, but I appreciate the extra aid." Truth was she was not comfortable with someone touching her like that yet. It had been a long long long time since a man had their hands on her that much and it wasn't him. At the thought and face that flashed in her mind she frowned a split second before putting the mask back into place.

"You are in luck, I own a few places here in the city. We can go to one of my private estates. I just need to get my barings and remember where in the city we are." She motioned for him to take the lead out of the building and alleyway to see what street and what section of town they were in so they can head to one of the many many properties she had. If they took a transit, it could be fast. Or she could teleport the two of them to the doors of Lascivious Legacy in Cherrydale. She threw that option out to him, quietly, "If you wish, I can teleport us to one of most private estates in Cherrydale. Hardly anyone uses it and there is plenty of places to get lost in the building." The option was his, but he needed to make it fast before they left the alleyway so they did not get caught using powers openly in public by a soldier. She was already in enough trouble for the bank incident if she were to be caught.

[Fang (DELETED 10463)]

As she move to free herself he let her go without question and look at her still no sign of emotion.

He look at her with question all over his eyes as she talk about teleportation. He have done a lot of thing in the past but that ? Never. But it could be an interesting experience.

- How fast can you do it?

He went outside to check where there were in and its was in the south part of the neborhood.

- in the southern part of the city. So I'll follow you and then we build a tactic. How do we proced?

[Cristiana]

The man was semi amusing, so much she cracked a hint of a smile. From behind him she placed her hand on his shoulder, whispering close to his ear, “Keep your eyes closed.” With that warming she teleported him across the city to Lascivious Legacy. It looked like a castle, of stone and mortar from the outside of the building. Two heavy ornate doors swing inward to reveal a hotel like feel on the inside. There was a computer to left and a ritual station to the right but straightforward there was a barren abandoned check in station. The rest of the room was sitting areas and not that anyone knew but hidden areas as well.

She joined him quickly, having kicked on celerity and running till she met up with him. When she stopped beside him, she yawned stretching her small body to get the kinks out careful of her few wounds. She opened the door to the apartment building drenched in rich mahogany floors and deep red colors. “We are in Cherrydale so we should be safe for the time being. We can go back later or tomorrow after we heal up some.” She plopped down in a plush overstuffed chair and pulled out a cellphone.

“Bring antiseptic and bandages. And the bullet removal kit. …” She paused talking on the phone to someone. “Yeah, I need it. Okay bring Mindy, oh and I have a friend here as well. Ok darling.” She hung up just as fast. As well as she knew her thrall, she knew Becky was face palming right now. If the man didn’t know she had some spare change in the money department, he did now from the look of the building, she designed had the construction crews working on all day and night long. The interior was her own and she designed every little bit of it herself, but had a ton of people helping to place things here and there. “Welcome Fang, to one of my humble abodes.” They like the opposition needed a moment to recuperate and heal, she planned to take advantage of it. "Relax and when my thralls get here, they can show you to an apartment to rest up. We can continue when we are healed and get more ammo or your sword sharpened. Perhaps you would like some throwing knives as well?"