7475/Wolves and Lions.

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Wolves and Lions.
Date of Scene: 13 May 2019
Location: Unknown
Synopsis: Summary needed
Cast of Characters: Free Lancer, Wolfsbane




Free Lancer has posed:
    It's been raining all damned day, and only begun to slack in the past few hours. The streets of M-town were remarkably subdued for midnight, but the distant thunder and flash of lightning threatening yet more rain was likely to blame for that. Criminals incidentally don't normally like to venture out into bad weather, which makes sense right? The real professionals though, well the rain doesn't usually bother them too much.

    Like the trio stalking down a dingy back alley, see they were getting paid and the job had to be done rain or shine. There were no shortage of interested parties when it came to M-town of course, and more than a few who could turn the odds in their favor if the crime there continued to climb. This wasn't the first time legit underworld talent had been hired for a bullshit stick up of course, and a few likely had their suspicions about the "quality" of armed robberies in M-town.

    See the Free-Lancer had simply googled high crime areas on a lark when she'd moved into town, because sometimes a girl needs to get out and stretch her legs. Tonight for instance, it'd be the first time she put on her armor in city limits. First time in more than a year she'd allowed herself the glorious satisfaction of a good and proper hunt. Now of course she's hardly hunting for Venison, men make far more interesting prey afterall right?

    That short cape fluttering as she strolls along the roof of a brownstone, her gaze dipped to the three guys in the alley below. That bright white "needle" twirling amongst her fingers as she waited for the exact right moment. First impressions are important after all, and she's got a hell of a way to go if she's going to attract the sort've fight she's really looking for.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Staying the night in Mutant Town because she'd been here late on some business, Wolfsbane was itching to go get a late snack before returning to the room she'd got. It wasn't worth trying to return to the mansion at this hour, and she passed word along as to where she was. It was an area she, of course, could fit in, and after reading something online that bothered her - internet trolls doing what they do - the rumble in her stomach intensified, or maybe it was just a growl of her own.

Shutting her tablet down, she sought some clean air to clear her head, then remembered where she was. There wouldn't be much of that, or peace and quiet in general, in the big, noisy, busy city. It had been wet, still that way off and on, and after slipping outside she considered which direction to head in first. Perhaps her nose would lead her.

Free Lancer has posed:
    From the rooftops, a figure drops into the glow of a street lamp. Right there in the middle of the sidewalk, and you don't need metahuman senses to notice her. Theres a short cape you see, from shoulder to elbow maybe? Anywho the thing looks like it's been spun from perfect cherry red, and touched with some sort of gold embroidery. Armor who's lines are decidedly graceful and all but river polished, certainly the product of no human hands. Every plate, every joint attended to with flawless supernatural precision and inlayed with a mixture of obsidian and gold in a decidedly abstract bit of scrollwork. It's all the more obvious because the whole suit seems carved from peerless, polished ivory white bone.

    The helmet though, or more specifically the mask though? Thats what people remember, presuming they survive. Theres a degree of abstraction in any work of sculpture of course, the shape overall decidedly more geometric than anything found in nature. Muzzle sweeping up to ears in a single clean line, sculpted sure but with a razor blade it seems. Those teeth are certainly stylized dagger points, oh and there would appear to be four eyes? It's eyes backlit by the wearer's own, apparently red lit gaze and complimented with what would appear to be rubies set beneath either eye. A cat like creature certainly, but an otherworldly one rendered in yet more bone white and a smattering of detail black.

    It surges fourth the moment it hits the pavement, something round affixed to one gauntlet like a buckler? In it's twin, a sword but of course. Anywho it explodes foreward down an alley, followed shortly by a scream and a pair of gunshots. Blood fills the damp air, and well the stink of raw human terror.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Given reason to pause at the sight before her, Wolfsbane's eyes grow wider at what she can make out of the person or thing up ahead, and before she opens her mouth to call out with anything, the being is gone again. "Whit in th' world..?" the wolfen mutant asks herself, deciding this is something that bears further investigation as she takes a few steps forward. Feet are covered in flat-heeled shoes of some kind that just serve to protect all but the toes, leaving the claws uncovered.

Then comes the loud sound of the gunfire, the scream, and a quick sniffsniff reveals something more going on. That's when she reaches the mouth of the alley, partly crouched and ready to react.

Free Lancer has posed:
    One man's been cut from shoulder to hip, just barely deep enough to have drawn so much as a perfect red line in his flesh. His head slumped, and otherwise left to crumple into a bit of a sprawl across the entrance to the alleyway. His glock's dust cover cut away neat and clean, rendering the piece useless. Another with a bead of blood across his throat, and a growing red welt across his brow. So thats two down but alive, but #3?

    Well he's missing all the fingers on one hand, theres a pistol resting neatly in the middle of the alleyway amidst...fingerbits? He should be down and out of the fight, but well he's reaching ever so slowly for another piece in his waistband. His attention perhaps understandably focused on the masked warrior with, well what is that a bone white falchion?

    When she speaks it's like listening to the cold north wind, like the growl of something beyond the boundry."Come now, you've fought with admirable he-"and well despite how pleasant that voice might be he makes his decision. Dropping the piece slowly, before turning to sprint back down the alley the way he came. Our swordswoman watches him go, before slowly turning to regard Wolfsbane with that brilliant glowing ruby red gaze.

    "Goodness, a damsel of a distinctly lupine disposition."Theres a slow dip of that "chin" leaning in just a touch though she doesnt take so much as a step quite yet. "Are you perchance, in distress?"

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane's reaction to what she sees the aftermath of is to just more or less stay put right where she is, able to quickly discern what's happened to each of the three that were intercepted by whoever this person or thing is. It leaves her quite unsure how to further react yet, and strangely enough, some of what she picks up on from the one with the sword is enough to tell her there's something quite abnormal. Scents just don't really work that way when it comes to normal people, and it has her wary.

A face is made at the bits of fingers she sees missing from the third person, and she glances away quickly so as to not have to look at that any further before he simply vacates the area after the words that surface from the masked one. Even that is almost haunting in a way, something that causes a few hackles to push up at the back of her neck, along her forearms by the time she becomes the focus. "Ahh, nae, in nae distress here. I was just on muh way past." Yes, that should work for an excuse, especially if she starts to go! Granted, her voice is quiet, on the shaky side.

Free Lancer has posed:
    "Oh come now, this is a dangerous town this late."She all but stalks from the alley, making far too little sound for how much armor she's wearing. An artful flourish seems to, ahem shake the "Shape" from that sword, leaving it shaped like a spike with a loop on one end. A giant needle perhaps? Anywho, casually she hooks that loop onto a protrusion on her belt apparently made for just such a purpose. Those eyes however, never so much as glance away.

    "If you would permit me the honor, I would be delighted to insure you get to your destination unharmed."Theres a cock of the head, which is again distinctly not human body language. "Oh and I do apologize I'm being terribly rude."A short bow is made, clawed guantlets spreading in a bit of a skirtless formal curtsey. "They call me the Free lancer, though I've forgotten my Lance at home tonight."

Wolfsbane has posed:
"Many places are dangerous these days, day or night," Wolfsbane points out, giving some room as she backsteps a few paces as the masked person (presumably) approaches and gives that bit of motion with the sword or whatever it is, causing the thing to visibly alter before her eyes, which leaves a brow to shoot up suddenly.

The wolfen woman adds, "I..was on muh way for a bit o' food when.." She simply gestures toward the alley and what's left of the altercation, a glance back at the gauntlets and their clawed appearance, not unlike her own except for the gauntlet parts themselves. "I go by Wolfsbane. I've never seen ye around before. Whit are ye all about?" It seems the sensible thing to ask, given what she's witnessed already.

Free Lancer has posed:
    "A beautiful shade of lilac, your namesake. Regretfully dangerous, but fitting perhaps?"Theres a slow lift of that chin, shoulders squaring just a touch. "A knight errant I suppose, as I've been released from noble service. I so rarely find an opportunity to wear the armor, and discard my disguises these days. Rarer still that I find anyone worth the attention of an honest effort, a terrible shame really. Thankfully my interests serve to attend to the security of this neighborhood when able, and the safety of a dangerous flower."See this is what happens when you read nothing but courtly romance novels, it's a terrible condition really.

    "The fine folk who live here rarely have need for heroes from elsewhere, but I'm happy to provide this neighborhood's protectors some aid when convient. Truly my armor may not be shining, but my intentions here are honorable."Theres a hitch there, and soft 'ahem'. "As you have no doubt deduced I'm hardly human, and as such I harbor no ill will towards homo-superior in the least if this is your concern?"

Wolfsbane has posed:
It's not that the words Wolfsbane hears are hard to understand. Rather, they're so flowery and formal that it actually surprises her, catching her off guard based on whatever she must have been expecting. Most people don't talk that way. "Ahh, but no' named after th' flower," she points out, positioning herself such that she wouldn't be blocking the knightly woman's way back to the main street. Already, a few eyes have taken notice of them, but most people here seem to have somewhere else to be, for they aren't sticking around, not even to take their phones out.

She rubs a fuzzy elbow in thought, looking about the neighborhood, what of it they can see. "So this is yuir armor," she adds, realizing it after it's been brought up. "An' I'm no' sure whit ye are, but whether human or no'..whit matters more is yuir intentions an' they seem tae be on th' right side. I know there's been trouble around here lately."

Free Lancer has posed:
    "Aye, carved from the bones of the Fanged Queen of the Northern Frontier."one gauntleted claw tapping gently at her mask's nose"Nightmares do not take the shape things really are, the visage is a faithful reproduction I assure you."And a pause "Well her eyes were blue, if we're to be particular but changing my eye color seemed a little too much just for accuracy's sake."As others pass, well a look is typically sufficient to send them packing indeed.

    "As to what I am, well I was human once upon a time. Noble service demanded more than the human heart could muster, so I took the heart of the Fanged Queen and became something befitting the title I wear. Now I'm, well something other than a mortal human lets say."And the faintest of shrugs. "Would it shock you if I said you're not the first wolf I've spoken to? You're considerably better company mind, in all respects I should say."

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane confesses with a shake of the head, "I..I'm sorry. I have nae idea whit ye're talking about. I've never heard of a..Fanged Queen or Northern Frontier, or seen anything like yuir armor before." Her hands spread outward from her sides in a helpless sort of accompanying gesture. At least they have a little relative privacy, things being what they are around here.

"But ye say ye used tae be human an' are something else noo? I'm no' sure I understand whit ye mean." While a curious expression forms at the mention of some other wolf that must have been encountered, even a tilt of her head following, she doesn't ask about it just yet. "We should also probably no' be oot here in th' open for verra long a' this hour."

Free Lancer has posed:
    "I should think not, most of my peers didn't return."Theres a casual glance about, and a little nod finally. "I suppose, if you'd rather avoid trouble indeed. By all means, lead the way or I can leave you to your evening of course. I would hate to intrude, certainly."

    "Human no, not for a few hundred years now I should think."Ever so casual, but then again she never did find it difficult to talk when she was masked up. Not that she's had anyone to really just, talk to in years either mind.

Wolfsbane has posed:
Wolfsbane comes to frown, taking what she hears as generally bad news. "Oh. I'm sorry tae hear it, in tha' case." She still has no real idea what this person or thing really is, or what she's been through. "I do have a place I'm staying in tonight, doon th' street," she explains, though a new bit of information has her staring again. "A few hundred years, did ye say?" she repeats, a way of checking her ears to make sure they're not going bad on her.

Free Lancer has posed:
    "Oh at least, the years all sort of blur together if I'm being terribly honest."Theres a glance aside for a moment. "In anycase if you'd rather speak in a more, casual situation I'd be perfectly amenable to the company. Of course, you understand that I may need to depart if things kick off again?"Gauntlet offered oncemore, if Wolfsbane wants to lead her off somewhere?