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Aden had lately got in using the board to make things. He found he actually had a pretty good knack for making some cool things. After some trials and error, he managed to make some really cool things for his girlfriend. And he was getting creative he decided that he was going to go to the catacombs and get some bone from the ancient zombies to use as handles for some knives that he was working on.

He made his way down into the sewers so he didn't have to deal with the pesky government and their blocking of all of the entrances so that he could get into the catacombs. He hadn't gotten that far into the sewer on the way to the catacombs. When one of the naked paladins jumped out and attacked them. It didn't take long for him to dispatch the paladin, then a feral vampire attacked him and so on. And somehow this became cycle he just started fighting things in the sewers completely forgetting about his whole reason for going down there in the first place. Like he was known for doing something about fighting made the world makes sense to him. He would get lost in it it was his favorite secret lover. She always knew what he wanted if you won or if he lost. She was always willing to give him the extreme pleasure in that moment, where he was purely lost the only thing that truly made him feel anymore and helped him forget. The only other time in this godforsaken town he was able to relax and forget was when he was not fighting made forget was when he was with her the one he called" Beauty or Bell." There was something about her. The weirdest thing to him all he wanted to do was to see her smile. He really hopes that she liked the presents that he had made for her.


He had probably been down there an hour or so now. His beard was completely soaked with blood and probably some unknown mentionable's from the sewer and some of his enemies as he was just a bit lost in the craze of the fight, going from one enemy to the next making his way through the sewers. He was having a grand old time the regular sewers wasn't as much fun at the abandoned sewers but he wanted to let off some steam and apparently, this was at least curving the edge since he could no longer drink alcohol. And he was finally starting to get a decent control of his again. Becoming a vampire made it even worse and he made some serious mistakes in his first few months before he was able to get a decent control it. He was still a hothead at times but he had a lot more control than when he first became a vampire.

He somehow had made his way through the sewers from the catacombs now was getting closer to the Qz. He wasn't paying attention to where he was going he was just going from one thing in the sewers to the next. He had made so much noise that things were just kind of coming to him and he was just burrowing his way through them. The sound of his sword and his guns echoed throughout the halls of the sewers.

Sick of bashing zombies, Arauchia slipped out of the Corvidae Flats and walked over towards the sewer entrance so she could take the scenic way out of the quarantine Zone and maybe do a little bit more searching for where she lost her belongings. Out of all of her stuff, everything could be replaced but a pair of daggers. This pair of navaja was custom forged for the Spaniards hands and had five inch blades that would fold into the ornate hilts. The problem was she had no idea where she was when she had left this plane and was sent to the shadow realm. Her best guess, however, was the massive sewer system beneath Harper Rock's streets. It was the the place she frequented the most so she assumed she would have to search the entire system to find them.

So she would start under the QZ and slowly work her way south, than west. She would look in the water, under debris, and down every hallway. Once she was a half an hour into her evening's search, she heard commotion down one of the branches of the sewer. She would pause a moment and focus on the noise, trying to decide if she should go check it out or if she should run. It sounded like a fight and it was getting closer to her. Chia narrowed her eyes as she took out her gun and then slinked off towards the battle.

Violet eyes would peer around the corner to look down into the darkness. There was a large vampire coated in blood and guts, mowing through some ferals what were drawn to to the gore. Her lips pressed together into a thin line as she watched. She knew the masquerade was over, but this sort of reckless behavior is what would make humans afraid of vampires. However one of the ferals had spotted her and was running towards her. She gave a shrug as she stepped around the corner and took her aim before firing off three quick shots. Chia smiled as she watched the creature stagger and tip over, giving her freedom to approach the man to see what he was up to.

It had been a while since he had been down in the sewers running through ferals the crazy paladins, and hunters that were down here. It was strange not too long ago this would have been more of a challenge now this was so much easier to him that it was child's play almost. He had been going through the ferals one after another yet even had to use his gun or his sword he had gotten lost in the fun of hand-to-hand combat. Their numbers made it interesting. It seemed he had made enough noise that packs of them began to make their way to him like in the zombie movies. He finally picked the last one of this group slamming his head into the wall breaking his neck his neck with one mighty blow then looking up to see the silhouette of a woman.

Aden's eyes were completely black like a shark as he had a wicked grin on his face one of satisfaction. As his eyes scanned over the woman the way she was standing told him that she deftly wasn't one of the crazy paladins that were down here and obviously she was wearing clothes. Which gave him a great clue quite quickly. So he figured she was probably a vampire or a paladin looking for vampires doing what he was doing so they could root them out or she could be just someone else down in the sewers getting a little bit of hunting done, either way, this was going to be interesting. At least he hopes so he had been in a boring rut lately be nice to meet some new people despite some things up.

During all the fighting his shirt pretty much is mostly been destroyed and what little bit was left on and barely clung to his body. There was a simple longsword strapped to his back and enough belts of ammunition on his body to probably kill a small town. Probably wearing like six to 9 belts was kinda hard to count them, all with extended clips for his two 9 mm strapped in their holsters. Which it looked like he hadn't even used it yet.

His eyes slowly faded back to normal and he looked at her " Freind or foe or possibly both". He kept his distance enough that she could see him pretty well and he could see her in the dim light of the sewers. Then he reached into his pocket pulled out a handkerchief began to wipe off some of the stuff on his face. Yet the entire time it was quite obvious that he was keeping his eye on her. If there are any sudden moves that seemed threatening he was going for his gun.

Slender hands pushed her leather jacket out of the way and slid her handgun into its holster. Her hand ran back through a mess of blonde and black hair, which provided a stark contrast from the black jeans, jacket, ant top she wore. Violet eyes gave the man an appraising look as she walked towards him, but left a solid ten feet between them when she came to a stop. Lips would twist upwards into a smirk as she considered his question. "That will be for you to decide. I wouldn't consider me an enemy just yet."

Chia tucked her hands into her pockets as she walked a little bit closer, seeming to circle around him like the predator she was. "Do you always make such a ruckus when you hunt? I would think behaviors like this are why they are scared to death of us and become holy men so they can try to kill us." There was a large amount of venom added on holy men. She was trying to get at the uptick in paladin activity and in general brave humans that were trying to eliminate the vampires. But did vampires care about this anymore?

"Perhaps that wasn't the nicest way to start off the conversation, my apologies. It is a habit ingrained from many years ago to be hyper-vigilant about vampiric secrecy." Chia paused as she gave a slight smile. "So what brought you down into the sewers?" She offered trying to smooth over the conversation after her initial brash start.

Aden watches her as she approached. He did as he was trained to do. He begins to scan every one of her movements each one of her micro-expressions and how she moved her body. It told him a lot more about her than most people would understand. She deftly was a hunter but she wasn't anything like his Valkyrie, she wasn't at that power level of Doc. She was light on her feet, was thinker when she fought. Mapped out the fight and how she moved and an attack was based on their reactions and her previous understanding of them by how they moved. She was not afraid to attack first and she likely likes to go for the sweet spots. She was trying to size him up. He decided to play along.

He let his movements and quickly become a lot more brutish, giving the sense that he was a man who relied on his strength and power. He made sure that his footsteps were heavy. He gave the impression that he was more of an upstairs fighter that he probably did boxing or street boxing. He made his movements very proud more cocky than normal. He purposely made himself also look like he was trying to make himself look bigger, more massive than he already was as if he was trying to be more intimidating. He deftly tried to display the classic attributes from someone that probably played football knew had a fight with probably wasn't trained. Effective, but probably a bit sloppy.

As she began to circle him. He slowly began to move with her each one of her steps matching keeping his pace with her almost perfectly so. The distance stayed the same. Instead of her circling him. It was just two people keeping an eye on each other slowly making a circle.

"Do you always make such a ruckus when you hunt? I would think behaviors like this are why they are scared to death of us and become holy men so they can try to kill us."

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A slow smirk slowly begins to creep across his face as he couldn't help but chuckle. It was soft at first as it began to grow louder, more boastful. As she started talking again began. He quieted down and listen. She was testing him her words. She was trying to see if you get a certain style of reaction judging him by what he was about to say and his body movements. She was either a natural or taught that was yet to be seen. He was going to play the game.

"I doubt many humans go running around in the sewer if they're not looking for trouble in the first place. I don't think those zealots need a reason. They just wake up in the morning and realize that their *** holes and need some hate to make them selfs feel better. So the pick us to hate when they should turn all that resentment inward because they're pretty pathetic them self. It was fun putting several in the hospital. The sounds of their pathetic moans and groans as they would beat up. Like when Joe's fight Pros. " He watched her to see her reaction.

" But two your 2nd Q. I was on the way to the catacombs to get a few bones from the ancient zombies. I was thinking about using them for handles for a set of knives. I was planning on making. I ran into a pack of ferals and started having a little bit to much fun, and started just letting off some steam. Better on some ferals and baby hunters, and the weird nudist at like to hang out down here. Sometimes it's fun to let loose down here and the quarantine zone. Just killing with your bare hands letting out the primal fury. Since the likeliness of witnesses are very low and cameras down here are relatively nonexistent."

This man was certainly a different vampire then she was.

The aura rolling off of him was particularly unnerving, and was likely something that likely drew him into greater conflict with other folks. Perhaps it was why she was so worried about his actions in the first place. His gargantuan size coupled with the aura suggested he was one of those killer types that her sire was. She however was unconvinced by his sloppy posture and bravado. He was trying to mislead her. Inwardly, she would smile from this. His explanation of his activities as well as his skill at combat gave the small woman a bit of relief that he wouldn't pose a threat to the longevity of their kind. Probably was better off such an imposing figure like him killed underground anyways. Less cops.

"Primal fury, homicidal tendencies, whatever you like to call it." A hand was waved dismissively as she stopped moving so she could lean her back against the brick of the sewer wall. "Things have changed a lot since I was last around these streets you see. I'm not used to seeing a blood streaked guy running past, coverage of or not." She paused a moment as she offered a bit of a more genuine smile. "Did you know a lot of our kind used to squat in the sewers for accommodations? That's why I'm down here. I'm looking for the last place I camped at to see if I can recover any of my belongings." A rueful chuckle escaped her pink lips. "Its been five years, so its unlikely."

He listens quite internally as she could tell that he was pondering her statement. As he seemed to do the best he could to clean up his face and beard, at least, which was only so much. " Why don't have anything better to do so. I guess I can help you look for your camp or whatever it is used to have them. The idea of you and several other pretty vampires down here living in the sewer because you're scared of humans is weirdly pathetic and creepy. I'm not living down here no matter what happens. Unless we're all going to pretend to be Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles. I'm not living down here. And someone has to pretend to be Master Splinter which would be hilarious, somebody has to be the foot clan. Someone I guess has to be Shredder. I wonder I could make a Shredder costume at the Forge." She could see him considerably. Think about it. Therefore a few moments.

"Any way, you have an idea of what part that you may have lived in. Down here so we can have at least a decent search area?".

She couldn't help but laugh at the man's response. No reason to be afraid of humans? What a quaint idea. Indigo eyes sparkled with her amusement at both the Turtles references. She had fond memories of that cartoon from her childhood. "You must be a newly made vampire." Chia mused as stopped alongside the much taller man, offering him a rueful smile. "Before we had plenty of reasons to fear as the humans hunted our elders to death and brought the Holocaust. When I was made as I am now, nearly six years ago, the elders had just returned from two hundred years trapped in the realm. So we would often live on the fringes and underground as to allow our society time to be rebuilt." Chia was unsure if the brutish man would like the history lesson, but she thought it was important to hear it, as to perhaps understand the very different era during which she was embraced. It was also a relevant lesson due to the heightened tensions between vampires and humans over the cure and rift.

But back to the matter at hand. Finding her gear. "That's the problem, you see. I think I was down in the south west, but I am unsure because I don't even know how I ended up in the realm in the first place." Eventually she might find out, but ultimately she would need to make new memories. But wait, in Chia's rush to see what was going on she had forgotten to exchange formalities. She held her slender hand out with a slight smile. "Thank you for being willing to help. I'm Arauchia Rivera. Nice to meet you."

"Everyone says that. How long do you have to be a vampire before you are no longer considered new? So I know when I can start correcting people? It sounds to me like the elders got a bit tired of fighting and lost a bit of their fighting spirit after doing it over and over with the relentless attacks of those pathetic humans.That have nothing better to do. But having a long lifespan like we do I can understand."

He looked around for a little while as she could see the computer in his brain probably working then he just stopped as if he had a realization. Reached into his back pocket and pulled out his cell phone quickly typing in his passcode swiping a little bit for hitting a button pulling up an app." Ummmm "looking at the phone for second and holding it up to her showing them a map of the sewers." Took me a little while to make this I got lost on here few times so I started working on making me a little map. Were here at the blinking red dot. It's really hooked up to a GPS system so it's pretty accurate ever so often it doesn't where things. Does that help?'

He holds his phone out so that she can take it if you want so that she can get a better look. Once he handed her over the phone. He smirked"nice to meet you Ara...u..chia... Arau..chia Arauchia. I got it now. I am Redbeard or Red." Figuring since she had the phone. The formality of shaking hands was relatively over or was he being rudr
by not offering his hand was a bit confused.

"You can just call me Chia, everyone struggles with it." She gave a small, knowing smile at the man as she watched him fiddle with his phone. "Nice to meet you Red." Her eyes would fixate on the phone as he worked. Smart phones had just started to be a thing before she disappeared, but it had seemed they had come a long way in five years. It looked like they were more palm size computers then phones with how fast it was able to pull up a digital map he had made of the area.

Chia's hand reached out for the device, and used her fingers to zoom out and in, sort of looking at the sewer system in a bird's eye view. What awesome things she could've done if she had a map of the place before. She spent half of her time getting lost as she made her way back to her camp. After studying it for a few minutes, she looked up at the taller man as she pointed at one of the corridors in the southwest. "This set of bends here looks familiar. I think we can start there."

She turned to head off to the west, glancing back over her shoulder at him. "You and I were always going to be considered greenhorns to the elders. But i think if you've survived a year, I think you lose that new vampire smell." She laughed and started to meander towards where she thought her stuff might be.