Board Thread:Role Plays/@comment-4681758-20150822030556/@comment-26362067-20151103004422

(Sorry it took me so long. It... kinda spaced my mind in all the stuff I had going on.)

Hebline finally decided to speak up. "He's right. Your stories are complete lies. Even I could do much better," she taunted from the back of the audience, most of whom turned to face her, while a few who'd had a few too many drinks tried to follow the rest of the crowd but faceplanted the floor instead.

"Oh yeah?" the storyteller challenged, too drunk to notice the newcomer's numerous scars and sinister expression. "Give us one, then! Let's hear yours!"

Hebline smiled. It wasn't a kind smile. "You'll have to beat me first." At the words, it seemed her whole face lit up in a sinister pleasure. Any sane person, anyone who valued their life, would have immediately backed away, and a few did. But most were completely drunk. A few of the thugs in the room even reveled in the thought of a brawl, of teaching the small woman a lesson. None of them knew the huge mistake they were making.

Many, including the very drunk storyteller whom was quite insulted and wanted to defend his pride and dignity, charged the Huntress in rage. Hebline gave a small sigh in return.

"And that is exactly how many idiots get killed," she muttered, jumping upwards and grabbing a support beam parallel to the ceiling, hearing the satisfying series of smacks and thumps of her opponents charging straight into the wall that had been behind her. Letting go of her improvised perch, the Huntress landed squarely on the shoulders of another drunk, bringing him down with a loud crash, a few cracks as bones fractured, and a wail of pain from the man.

Many of the drunks were now fighting themselves over by the wall, having completely forgotten their original target. Even the bartender had gotten into it--apparently everyone really did love a good fight here.

Hebline herself was too busy with the man underneath her feet.

"Fun time..." The smile lit up her face in sadistic pleasure as she bent over and thrust it into the man's terrified face below her. Judgement, in it's compact form, was now in her right hand, steadily beating against her thigh. Her eyes dancing with pleasure, she brought her weapon down on the back of the man's head in the blink of an eye. Hard enough to hurt badly, but light enough to not knock him out. Hebline wanted a little time with her new "friend", after all.

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Seeing a water taxi coming her way, Kaili almost ducked into a nearby alley, before deciding not to as it would probably just attract more attention. Instead, she lowered her head and tricorne a little more, immersed herself deeper into the shadows, and pushed on through the rain.

A driver and two passengers, both around my age, she noted, observing the water taxi's occupants. ''Not sure--wait. Oh, fuck. Shit shit shit fuck. That's Silver, isn't it? What's he doing here? Well, no use diving into an alley now. For all I know, he's too busy talking with that other kid to notice me. ''That, though, Kaili doubted, but she could always hope.

(I figured I might as well speed things along. :D And no, Kaili has no idea that the Cove is Silver's home too--she's not much for learning about people. She knows of him as they both go to Beacon and he's also a bit of a troublemaker, but she knows pretty much nothing about him. Also, it's still raining, right?)