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PostPosted: Sat May 17, 2014 1:30 pm 
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Cigarette smoke was heavy in the dragon’s lungs, held for a moment before let loose into a crisp, wet nighttime breeze. That accursed city was still spread out on one side of him, and to the other was the vastness of unbroken ocean. The lighthouse provided a marvelous vantage point for a brooding genius to get outside and just think.

He’d been here for six months, give or take. Every computer he’d managed to get into had the exact same time on it no matter how often he tried to fix the damn things. That wasn’t the only apparently miniscule quirk of this city- not by an enormous margin, in fact. It was just one of a thousand minor mysteries buried under a mound of much more life threatening ****. Monsters, killers, and idiots had all been thrown at his feet since he’d gotten there. The dragon rubbed his side, the scales somewhat marred from the last time he’d actually gone out into the city- and brought home a roommate.

“Taka, it’s fairly quiet out. You may as well come enjoy the breeze.” He rumbled out with a hint of teasing affection. He’d wanted to get his claws all over the hawk’s body for weeks now, but the lithe bird was extremely shy, and also quite held up on a woman. A woman who had shot the dragon, no less… but mostly by accident.

The light tap-tap-tap of the avian’s talons was evident before the shorter male came up next to him, feathers ruffling some. “It’s cold.”

“Mhmm. And wet. We don’t get a sea breeze even out here unless something very special’s happening.” The dragon rumbled.

Taka looked up at the dragon curiously. “And that would be…”

The dragon looked down at the hawk with a predatory smirk, teeth sharp in the night. “Fresh meat. I suppose we ought to go out looking, otherwise your girlfriend’s going to have far too many guests.” The dragon added, starting back inside after flicking his cigarette over the railing. “I’ll fetch your rifle, you can cover me from above. Usually much safer up there.” He continued “Usually, anyway.”

The dragon slid aside some papers on the desk, mostly the hawk’s maps- he really was a fabulous cartographer- and picked up a few items. For himself, a sword. The jian had a simple wooden scabbard, and the hilt was tarnished bronze, but the thing felt absolutely familiar in his hands when he slid it free. He slid it into his belt and grabbed something else- a small sheet of paper, with two phrases embossed upon it like some sort of cryptic business card.

BEWARE THE TICKING OF CLOCKS
BLESSED ARE THE MEEK


The dragon had afforded Taka at least as much privacy as to not pry what his card had said. They all had one, after all- every one of the damned souls that woke up here had a card and some memento of a life outside the hazy fog in their heads. He’d had this sword, and his paper- and that was it. Taka hadn’t had much of his own either. Gods forbid he ask Roxxie what she had- the ****ing had a bite. His strong, clawed hands wrapped around the stock of Taka’s rifle and leaned it against his shoulder. “Come along then, lovebird. We have people to save and supplies to fetch.”

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It was cold. Or, rather, maybe he was cold. He felt like a microwave dinner- hot on the outside, frozen in the middle. Half-cooked. He wasn’t ready yet. What a peculiar thought, he mused, to feel unprepared. For what? It probably didn’t matter. He just wanted to sleep.

But then there was that noise. Thump. Thump. Pause. Thump Thump. Pause. It was incessant. It forced him into the land of the waking with the accompanying smell of something metallic. “Da, da. Udnu sekundu, da? Sooka.” He groaned out, hearing his voice echo back at him softly. He sat up and immediately regretted it- a sharp pain shooting through his head, and something was stinging his eyes. He ran a furry hand over them to get whatever it was off, blinking away a heavy fog in his head to see his fur stained with crimson.

“Hey, anyone in there? ****ing’ bullshit electronic locks…” he heard. The voice was female, and from some distance away. Thump. Thump. Pause. Thump Thump. Pause. The sound was coming from a door- someone was trying to get in with little luck. He staggered to his feet and looked around.

From what he could see around him, he was in some sort of arena. He closed his eyes and tried to think of the word for the sport… basketball. That’s right. American game. He had the oddest sensation that he could hear the power running through the building- he could certainly hear the low whooshing of the building’s air conditioners, but nearly every light was off. High-up windows only let in a few slivers of moonlight onto the stands and court below.
Thump. Thump. Pause. Thump Thump. Pause. “Don’t worry, I’ll get in there in a minute. Just sit tight.”

“Angliyskiy. Of course.” He muttered. “Ah, da? I speak it too? Good.” He almost chimed, straightening up some before wincing, a string of Russian curses pouring from his mouth. He ran a hand over the source of the pain- the crown of his head- and recoiled. He had some nasty wound up there, for sure. Thump. Thump. Pause. Thump Thump. Pause.

He took a step back and heard a light crumpling sound, which prompted him to lift his foot. Underneath was a small piece of paper- no bigger than a business card.

“PROTECT YOURSELF
TOGETHER, YOU CAN SAVE THEM”

“Chto za huy?” he remarked, turning it over and feeling intensely unsatisfied by the black reverse side of the card. Something caught the edge of his vision, and he turned… and turned… and turned- a tail. His tail. Ringed and plump with furr. “Raccoon? Da, I guess that’s me. Where am I?” he wondered aloud. Thump. Thump. Pause. Thump Thump. Clang.

The door seemed to finally give way, busting open to reveal a bright light- a flashlight, probably. The raccoon covered his eyes and groaned. “Ohooiet! Too bright!” he hissed out, the light clicking off.

“Hey hey, sorry alright- Jesus ****, kid, is this all *your* blood?” the voice remarked. He blinked away the fog to see the faintest outline of a fox- a vixen, coming close. He recognized another shape, too- a gun. H&K MP5. She was armed. Why did he know that?

“Stop, da? No guns.” He pleaded. “I’m hurt, da? No need for guns.” He kept up.

“It ain’t for you, kid. It’s for what might’ve done this to you, you fluffy ruskie bastard. What’s your name?” she asked. Her fur was too dark for the dim lighting- he could only catch a few flashes of pink.

But that was a great question. What was his name? “I don’t know, da?” he responded curtly. “I only find this paper here. I just woke up.” He continued, blinking away the spots as best he can.

“Well you’ve got a nametag on that shirt you’re wearing, alright? Saw it when I flashed you with the light. Let’s get you outside and take a look.” The vixen retorted, stepping out of the dim light from the door. The raccoon could see a whole city before him, glowing with light. “I’m Roxxie. C’mon, I’ve got a first-aid kit back at the Fort.” She continued. The raccoon saw her pause and lean down to pick something up, but he couldn’t see what it was. She shoved it into a bag on her shoulder. “Come on then, ruskie.” She goaded. He complied.

The city was beautiful. Glass and light and steel created canyons between immense structures that reflected the light from the streets and the moon above. It was cool and crisp and altogether lovely- and empty.

Roxxie and the raccoon were the only souls on the street. He felt Roxxie tug up on the chest of his shirt- and sure enough, there were some words embroidered there.

“Buyou, Head Combat Instructor. Well ain’t that some ****.” Roxxie mused. “You seem a bit young, but we’ve got no reason to believe that’s not your name. Buyou it is, then. I prefer ruskie, though.”

Buyou. That sounded right enough, he supposed. It wasn’t Russian, but it sounded familiar. “Da. What now? Where are we?”

“This, fuzz-for-brains, is Ivy-City. The prettiest hellscape you’ll ever see. I guess- I don’t remember seeing anywhere else.” Roxxie responded. “And if you’re here, it means that there are others, too. We gotta find ‘em before someone else does that won’t be half as nice or good looking.”


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PostPosted: Sun May 18, 2014 9:50 pm 

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Ristina awoke with a bit of confusion. Confusion was typical for the average day with her. Why she was in Ivy CIty? How did it happen? It was a mystery that continued to pile as if it was unread newspaper. Speaking of unopened newspaper-there was a pile resting just at the bottom of her feet side of the bed. Say the devils name and the devil shall answer right?

She groaned fully aware that the alarm waking her up was the cell phone dangling off the desk. Who the hell would call her at----------3 in the afternoon! Holyhell! Her feet felt as if last night had been one heck of a night. If only that was the true story behind this. Her fur felt grimy and clumped together. In a huff and rather upset her feet traveled to the just barely clean shower. There was a toothbrush placed on the inside of the shower, with the shampoo, conditioner, and soap all in one corner. Showers were a vital part of the day, and needed to be done everyday.

The shower coaxed the rather grim and dirty feeling right out of her. She went to grab a typical blue tank top and a black mini-skirt with niki blue jeans from her dresser. Afterwards, the cellphone which was still dangling off the desk was the next venture.

Four missed calls. Four of the same messages. Everyday four times a single call occurs. It’s an automated message. Rather annoying. The time never changes on her phone so technically it says it happened at the same time.

One will fall
There are old answers here


What doe this freaking mean? Hell it could just be a scare tactic? But then why remind and remind as if it was an essential idea. Actually, the number received with the messaged belonged to the very phone in her hand. Weird. The memory of where the cell phone came from was hazy too. darnit. Nothing ever adds up.

Time to take to the streets. Her hands swept up two katana’s resting against the wall. The only thing she remembered was how to fight. Which...is one hell of a good thing.

Streets are all the same. People rob, steal, beg, and sell themselves for no more than a dollar. Are there others like her out there?

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PostPosted: Sat May 24, 2014 12:01 am 
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Garrick awoke on a hard, flat surface, his neck sore and stiff after what must have been hours of fitful sleep. Above him, a square fluorescent light fixture bathed the room in its weak white glow. The walls were a faded blue - the work of a shoddy paint job which was coming to pieces in several places - and their most notable features were a rusted door and the remains of a paper bulletin that had long since become illegible. There were no windows, but a very slight breeze still blew throughout the room. A narrow staircase led downwards to another door.

He sat up, running one hand across the blind spots behind him to retrieve... something. When his fingers failed to make contact, he twisted around to look, but only dust and concrete greeted him. He pushed himself off the ground, noting for the first time that the room was rather claustrophobic for his tastes, and searched his clothes. There was nothing. No identification, no wallet, and most distressingly, no weapons. Even the holsters for his knife and sidearm were missing, which drew him to the conclusion that he had been captured and disarmed. If so, the location he was being held in was almost definitely improvised.

That could mean several things, were it not for the fact that he had no memory of where he was, how he had arrived there, or several other pertinent details like who his employer had been for the past two decades of his life. He didn't have much experience with concussions, but felt around the back of his head for any signs of an injury. Nothing seemed bruised, bloody, or otherwise out of place. Sighing heavily, he took a second look at his surroundings.

Beside the wall furthest from the stairs, there was a table supporting little more than a few papers and some writing tools, and next to the door on the same level was a backpack that seemed too large for a normal person to carry. Familiarity drew him towards the latter first, and he was not disappointed. It belonged to him, but perhaps more surprising was the fact that nothing was missing from the inside. All of the parts for his rifle, their replacements, his sound meter, maintenance tools... even the boxes of ammunition were still there. A small card stood out as the only addition to his possessions, which he turned over and read carefully.

THE WATER IS THE WAY
BEWARE WHAT LIES IN THE VAULT

A coded message, perhaps? The phrase meant nothing to him, or he had simply forgotten what it was supposed to mean, but he still tucked it into one of his coat's pockets on a hunch. His attention turned towards the door nearby, and he found that it was surprisingly unlocked, opening up onto the roof of a high-rise building in a city that he was completely unfamiliar with. After a few furtive glances outside, he hefted his massive backpack onto both shoulders and stepped into the open air.

The first thing which occurred to Garrick was that he was exposed without serviceable cover from such a vantage point. The second was that he could see for over a mile in almost every direction, and there wasn't a single sign of life from where he stood; cars lined the streets but the roads were empty, the sidewalks were devoid of pedestrians, and despite it being early into the evening, streetlamps were the only source of artificial light, save for a distant neon sign somewhere to the east.

While doing his best to keep a low profile, he searched the city for any hint that it was inhabited for several minutes without success. His efforts were interrupted only by an automated broadcast that echoed through the empty streets.

"The time is seven in the evening. Thank you for choosing to be here with us in Ivy City. We hope you enjoy your stay."


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PostPosted: Tue May 27, 2014 5:24 pm 
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“Well, they’re awake. Might as well get ready to welcome them.” One rumbled out, dusting himself off. “Haven’t seen ‘him’ yet either, funny enough. He’s a glutton for punishment- he’ll show up if we shake things up. Come on.”

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LeBlanc could feel it- southerly, whispering through the concrete and glass canyons that encompassed this vast and horrible prison of a city- a less cynical person, or perhaps a less practical one, would describe them as winds of change. LeBlanc knew that they were more likened to a hellish gale. They harkened a terrible fate for whichever poor souls had been deposited here. The dragon had met a number of people since he’d gotten to the island, and he could absolutely stand to have not met any of them if it meant never having been brought to this place.

Because LeBlanc knew. He knew that none of them decided to come to this place. Someone brought them here, and he had a good idea of who it was. What he didn’t know, however, was why.

There was a light shimmer from a rooftop up ahead- Taka was in position and was giving him the all-clear. Another pause, a few more shimmers.

One down on the roads. Another on rooftop. Second at half-mile, first three blocks east.

LeBlanc held up a hand, and the flickering stopped. Their system was well practiced and simple, but it had kept them both alive thus far. The signal for Taka being in trouble was simpler- usually the sign of gunfire. LeBlanc was expected to handle himself well enough until Taka noticed he was in any real danger.

LeBlanc could see Taka start to signal towards the other rooftop resident that he couldn’t see. Morse code with a flashlight. Easiest way to be sure it would be understood. LeBlanc sighed and started walking down the pristine streets. If only they’d been able to hijack that awful PA system, things would be much better off. He was close, though- it didn’t make any sense to the dragon that the island’s central network was so secure.

Or that the island had a central network when the rest of the technology in the public areas seemed to be from the nineties, yet the central network was some real space-aged monstrosity. Every time he thought he’d figured it out, it seemed to adapt. For some reason it struck him as something he’d seen before.

LeBlanc stopped at a corner and peered down one of the streets. Quiet, pristine- readymade for a city’s worth of holiday vacationers, and it was unused. The food was fresh and stayed fresh, the air was clean, the power was on. Only areas outside the usual public sight ever showed signs of age, and even that was inconsistent. Some looked like they’d been left to rot for a half century, some were just dusty. The place was a city forged from a puzzle.

Another block. Stop, look. He’d lost sight of Taka above, now. Alone. Good- he wanted to be alone sometimes. In all honesty, he oftentimes thought that poor Taka would be much safer with Roxxie. Not just because they had no certain proof that the lighthouse was definitively safe from the monsters’ intrusion, but because LeBlanc was quite disturbed by his own thoughts. He was fairly certain they weren’t memories, but he couldn’t be sure. All he did know was they were graphic, violent, and made his heart soar with pleasure that his more lewd and endless sexual musings did not. There was a rage inside of him he could barely contain, and he had no idea why. Taka was a sweet kid- he didn’t want him to get hurt.

That was another quirk- physically, they were of similar age. Roxxie as well; but LeBlanc couldn’t help but see them both as comparative children, both in intellect and general existence. Perhaps he was older than he thought? Another block. Stop. Movement. There.

His mind ran away with thoughts before he could reel himself in. Female, five feet, vulpes anthropomorphus- probably. Armed, young. New. Upwind- no scent of perfume. Alert, uninjured.

Salvageable.

LeBlanc put his clawed fingers to his lips and let out a short whistle that echoed through the cavernous concrete spaces between the buildings. Sound was a bad way to get attention, but LeBlanc had a theory he wanted to test. Sure, it might put all of their lives in danger, but that was a risk he was willing to take.

He raised his arm up to catch her attention, eyes scanning the rooftops and streets. He had to be here- he was never far from the new ones. He had to be.


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Ivy City. The name was unfamiliar to Garrick, and he wanted to believe that he hadn't forgotten something quite so big as the identity of a major metropolitan area. A more convenient answer was that it had simply been "renamed", though he saw no recognizable landmarks and the lack of residents was made no less strange by the thought. There wasn't even evidence of a conflict - in fact, the whole place was unusually pristine, as though it had never been occupied to begin with. That should have been impossible, though; he could feel radio transmissions in the air, and the power was clearly still running. Something had to have built the city and it was still being maintained, even down to the flawless state of the streets.

Where the hell was he?

A small flash caught Garrick's attention as he stared at the buildings beneath him. It was distant and not especially bright, but with no other activity for as far as he could see, it was still hard to miss. Moreover, it was blinking on and off in a recognizable pattern. He set his backpack down and retrieved one of his rifle's sights from within, holding it up like a spyglass to take a closer look.

On a rooftop roughly a half-mile to the west, he could see some sort of bird-person shining a flashlight at him. Morse code, it looked like. He was a bit rusty at translating it, but at least he hadn't forgotten how.

"You aren't safe on your own in the open. We have food and safe shelter. If you understand, wave."

Food? Food was a problem in this empty city?

He waved.

"Good. Proceed to street level, then head towards this building. I will cover you. We don't have long."

The bird carried a rifle, but just what he was expecting to use it on was less clear. Garrick didn't have enough information to trust him; unfortunately, he also didn't have enough information to trust his own judgment. Between following the order and simply walking away, the former promised a chance for him to learn something about his circumstances, but... it was dangerous. Then again, striking off alone was quite possibly worse. He needed to know more.

"Alright, feathers," he uttered to himself. "I'll play along for now."

Putting away the sight and lifting the heavy backpack onto his shoulders again, Garrick jogged back inside the building. The door at the bottom of the stairs led to the top of a winding stairwell, and a quick look revealed that the highest floor contained offices. That was unfortunate; he had hoped that he could find some sort of weapon other than the 30 kilo monster that he had been left with. A knife would have been nice, a pistol even better... but the best he was likely to find in there was a dull letter-opener. He decided against searching and merely rushed down the stairs as fast as he was able. More offices greeted him on his descent until he finally reached a spacious lobby on the ground floor. Like everywhere else, it was barren and unattended; the city seemed just as empty on the inside as it did on the out.

As the sniper stepped onto the streets, he put the thought out of his mind and tried to focus on the task at hand. It was a long hike to where he needed to be, and he wasn't exactly traveling light. With his hands clenching the straps hanging over his shoulders, he took off running.


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She heard a whistle that caught her attention. Sound was generally a bad thing..based off of the announcements on the island. No one liked to hear a cat call or even a whistle. Whistle’s meant two things ; one trouble, and two trouble. The man who whistles soon raised his hand as if grabbing her attention for some reason. Part of her figured it was a messed up form of kidnapping but then he wouldn’t be trying to make her attention.

On a whim she took her hands off the swords and wandered over the man who was taller than her. He was a black dragon with a blue mane which meant he was either bad or extremely odd. It was hard to say if this was meant to be a trusting man or not but in an empty city like this...was there ...really truly a reason not to trust an obvious stranger? Oh wait...it’s an empty city.Obvious people mean that either they are truly being true or they are being completely fake.

“ So what is that you were so blatantly trying to get my attention for? I mean this place is pretty much meant for scavengers it seems.” Her hands then went to her side as if unsure if this conversation was going to lead to a very bad end. The emptiness around her was not from the people but the sense that the people were going about life like always. Stealing, fighting, avoiding, and even making it apparent that they did not want to be traveling. This was strange to her the way it worked....It wasn’t like ...what? She couldn’t remember.

It hurt as the thought just left her mind without a trace. Any memory was burned before she could think it and it hurt. Painful. The announcements around here seemed all the same and the clock never changed. This arose the question of how did she know when to sleep? Why was she asleep in the first place? God the questions here.

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LeBlanc rolled his eyes. “Questions come with time, darling. Time to go- it’s not safe in the open, anyway.” LeBlanc responded plainly. As if on cue, a low rumble reverberated through the night, a high pitched screeching of metal following behind it. “Like that.” The dragon rumbled. It was too quick a response from such a distance to have been because of his whistle. “There are much more dangerous things than you could possibly know skulking around out here, and I’d rather not have to scrape bits of pretty fox woman off the streets.” He added. Before she had a chance to respond, he held up a finger.

“Before you start with some snarky comment or question about why you should trust me, well, you shouldn’t. You should recognize that I’m one of very few people on this island, and I happen to be very good at surviving.” LeBlanc explained. “So tag along or, y’know… get cut up by that thing.” He practically purred, pointing down the road to a hulking metal humanoid, at least twelve feet tall, thin filigrees of metal trailing behind him off his shoulders like a cape made of filaments and metal ribbons, scraping along the road, leaving trails of sparks. It let out a bellowing warcry upon seeing the two in the street.

Taka did as he and LeBlanc had planned- gunshots rang out, clanging off the metal-man’s head, one, two, three. Taka slung his rifle over his back and took a running leap off the other side of the building, gliding down towards the other survivor that had taken to the streets, knowing he would’ve **** off that thing long enough to make sure that LeBlanc had a chance to get out, and they’d meet up back at the lighthouse.

He swooped down to the street in a tight circle, stumbling a little on his landing a short way away from the other sniper, raisings his wings up to show he meant no harm. “Hello. We really need to go, okay?” Taka asked quietly. He was a timid one, and it showed easily in how he carried himself. “My name is Taka, I guess we both do the whole… sniper… thing.” He added. “I’d shake your hand but… wings.”

Taka looked over his shoulder and pointed down the road. “We have a few blocks to cover before we head down towards the sea. We’re held up in the lighthouse. It’s defensible, but the monsters don’t ever try to come for us there.” Taka explained sheepishly. “Just don’t, ah, try to shoot me. That happens sometimes with newcomers. I know you can’t remember much and you’re confused, but we all are like that at first.”


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Garrick was fairly close when the bird started shooting. It would have come as a greater surprise if he hadn't heard the shout of something inhuman in the distance mere moments before, but he still thought to dive for cover in response. The middle of the street had regrettably little to offer by way of protection, however, and all he managed to accomplish was slowing himself down and scuffing the front of his coat. It was more of a reaction than anything - he already knew that he wasn't the target. When he picked himself up, it was just in time to watch the bird leap from his post and glide down to street level where the two of them could talk.

Up close, he didn't look like much. There was some irony in the fact that such a timid little thing was working to save a hardened soldier, if his intentions were even honest in the first place.

"Hello. We really need to go, okay? My name is Taka, I guess we both do the whole... sniper... thing. I’d shake your hand but... wings."

Garrick raised a hand to try and buy himself a moment, but the bird wasn't listening. "How the hell did you know-"

"We have a few blocks to cover before we head down towards the sea. We’re held up in the lighthouse. It’s defensible, but the monsters don’t ever try to come for us there. Just don’t, ah, try to shoot me. That happens sometimes with newcomers. I know you can’t remember much and you’re confused, but we all are like that at first."

Monsters?

Another identical shout answered the question before he could ask it. It was closer, and carried with it the sounds of screeching metal and worse things that he could not even begin to identify. The questions would need to wait, save for one.

"What did you just draw the attention of!?" he half-shouted, taking off down the road without hesitation.

"It was coming anyway." Taka responded, keeping just ahead of the newcomer. "I'm just trying to buy a friend a little space to get away. It's big and metal, and that's mostly all we know."

"How big?" he demanded of the bird. Glass shattered as the thing broke through the front entrance of a building a block or two away. "How fast!?"

"Way too big, and faster than us. Gotta hope he gets distracted, otherwise we need to duck off the main road." Taka offered in response. "It's not too far, though."

The two survivors didn't manage to run far before the thing found them. It was still quite some distance away, but they were plainly in view while moving down an empty street, and it took after them without hesitation. Garrick only managed to steal a brief glimpse at it, but he was shaken by what he saw; a human figure, but easily twice his size and completely covered in - or composed of - pristine, silvery metal. It was sprinting his way at a speed that he couldn't match even unencumbered. He knew there would be no way to simply outrun it.

There was only one thing he could think to do, and he had no guarantee that it would help. He looked to Taka in desperation.

"I hope you have a plan, feathers, because I don't think that distraction is coming any time soon."


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Taka looked back over his shoulder with concern. “One more block and we’ll cut inside one of the buildings. He’s too big to follow us inside, and there’s a zipline down to the docks. We’re held up in the lighthouse, and it won’t be far.”

The hawk jogged along next to the newcomer with a huff. “Sorry, you sorta get used to the mind-numbing terror- there, that one. The hotel- go in there. It’s not locked- nothing’s ever locked.” Taka explained. If LeBlanc was going to give them some breathing room, now would certainly be the time.

LeBlanc ushered the woman he’d found along, looking down side streets at the enormous metal beast that so often plagued them when they went about the business of surviving. The dragon had tried a number of means of killing the creature- acid, heat, crushing force. Nothing seemed to slow it down- but he did know how to **** it off.

LeBlanc pointed at a lighthouse down the road. “Look, I don’t care if you trust me or not right now, all that matters is that if you intend to be alive, you need to do as I say. Get running, go to the lighthouse. You’ll meet a cute little bird who’s way too shy- he’s a friend.” The dragon explained, unsheathing his sword. “Now be a dear and run like hell, yeah?” he offered, picking up the pace into a dead sprint. The dragon slid to a stop on one of the cross streets and caught his breath. He saw Taka and another newcomer sprint past him- and judging by the sound of things, the metal beast wasn’t far behind. “Well at least I’m not late.” He muttered, twirling the sword for a moment before wheeling his arm back and hurling it forward just as the beast came past, hitting it square in the side of its head, causing it to trip and stumble, roaring out in rage.

“Hey ****ing!” LeBlanc yelled out. “I rang the damn dinner bell. Now come and get me.” The dragon hissed, holding up the swords sheathe and watching the thing retract from beast’s head and come flying back into the bronze thing like it was magnetized. “That never gets old.” He chimed eagerly, starting to run as the beast regained its footing and started to give chase. But instead of heading towards the lighthouse, LeBlanc headed back the way the beast had originally come.

It was time to test a theory.


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She was being ushered down the street by the man as if something was onto them. The mafia? Who in this place would even start a mafia? Oh right dumb question....“Look, I don’t care if you trust me or not right now, all that matters is that if you intend to be alive, you need to do as I say. Get running, go to the lighthouse. You’ll meet a cute little bird who’s way too shy- he’s a friend.” He unsheathed his sword .” “Now be a dear and run like hell, yeah?”

Her feet began to kick start against the sidewalk. Lighthouse...Lighthouse....right? Directions were not her forte. But the lighthouse was at least in her view. Running? Running was beneath her. She had a desire to stop and turn to face whatever it was coming for her. But doing so would put the man who found her in danger. She needed the man. Maybe he would know more about this place?

The lighthouse was getting bigger as she ran towards it. The katana’s at her side a grim reminder that a fight may occur soon. It was an itch. This need to turn around. But part of her had to resist this urge. It was far better to have made an ali than to have crossed a potential friend.

A person ran by her. Heading for the same place she was. Or so it seemed. Maybe she wasn’t the only one trying to make way for the lighthouse.

After a few seconds her feet began to slow down. How long till the lighthouse? It looked like the lighthouse remained the same amount of distance no matter how long they ran. Great. When did running not account for anything? Oh except for the cowards way out of everything.

A while went by before the lighthouse was upon her. The last yard to run though was ridiculously tiring. Man, if running ran you dry? Just imagine what a lengthy battle could do? Well, her current memory wasn’t really in tact...so maybe this could be normal.

Her hands pushed the lighthouse door open. Safety.

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