[Poggio]

(( well then we'll see who wins this game of tag >D))

Ezra eyes flew open with shock. He had somehow been careless. One hand reached under his pillow while the other one clenched his cargo close to his chest. How and who this man was he wasn’t sure. He didn’t think Ricardo would go against the terms Cassidy at set. Ezra shook his head no fiercely. He quickly aimed at the little glow of light that was standing on his bed. His eyes quickly flashed red as he summoned the magic for his gun shooting at the man. A bright red light blinded everyone in the room as the gun expelled a flaming bullet. Rather than hitting the target where he intended Erza noticed that the man’s pants were now on fire and the flames were rapidly engulfing his crotch. He used this time to get away. Rushing out of the door he had no time to lock his home, he hopped it would still be there when he got back. He slid down the fire escape into the shadowed streets below. He ran as fast and as far away as he could zig- sagging in the streets so his smell couldn’t be easily traced. Eventually his frantic running ceased in the middle of a crowded market.

[Corovignh]

Oh blessed be, night had finally set in. A shiver ran along her spine to the tip of her tail, where she flicked it once in mild irritation. Blinking from underneath larger segments of rubble, she allowed her nocturnal vision to take over and started noting the directions of the streets and appearances of the buildings, the scents and rustling sounds that were within range of her predator senses. So this was Shane City. Visually it didn't seem to differ much from other cities, just that it had a larger commerce flow. But that wasn't enough to impress Cha. What she wanted was a niche to claim as hers, preferably one with a sink if a shower was too much to ask. And it wasn't as if she was poor, she just had the ability to make small change bleed. Though sitting like a lurker wouldn't help that dream become real any faster.

Curling and uncurling her tail for the last time, she got off her haunches and started to pad towards one of the alleyways where she hoped to discover food. From what her nose could tell, if she continued towards the 'central', then she would find food faster rather than later. And indeed her nose did not lie. This must be one of those rumored 'night markets' she had heard about, similar to what it was during the day, only at night it was all for the brave ones. Well, she didn't consider herself a coward, but that still didn't mean she had to interact on a furless level. Besides, she was more likely to get free treats this way.

Only problem was finding someone willing to treat. Ducking around the outskirts and weaving in-between legs, it seemed that the majority of participants were either too self-absorbed or too menacing to want to bother with a strange feline. She had better chances of someone making her into a treat than buying one for her, silver bits flashing from their hidden pockets. Her eyes narrowed. It seemed like she really would have to shed her skin for this occasion, but paused as she was about to find another shaded alleyway. Heavy footfalls and heavier breathing were heading in her direction fast and it made her fur bristle in warning. A few bounding leaps to slip under a table and she had the perfect hiding spot to avoid said feet.

The owner of the footfalls finally appeared, a boy carrying a case of something. Trailing him were even more peculiar scents, none recognizable. 'Interesting', she mused, taking in his rushed appearance and drawing her body in close as if preparing to pounce.

[Sir_Odin]

The reaction had taken him by no surprise as his pants lit on fire as the man ran past him he sighed waving his hand across the fire.
"Useless."
He flicked off the lights disappearing into the darkness his almost gone cig bounced off the ground. The cig going out of course. The scent was easy to follow none the less and He stepped out of the shadows noticing a figure next to him.He reached down and petted the beast (Chyeanne). Reaching into his pocket he took out some jerky and dropped it for the animal.
"You mam have a weird scent to you but please excuse me."

He stepped fully out of the shadows weaving slowly through the crowd coming behind the young fellow.
"That wasn't very nice you know."
He saluted him.
"I just want to make a deal I have no intention of hurting you."

[Eshandist]

Tikno was looking for a place to sleep in the market place when he noticed a man rushing into the crowd of people. The man carried a pack, and something clicked. This was the person he was looking for. Tikno carefully turned to follow him, when Rail appeared seemingly out of nowhere behind the man. Tikno sensed the man's nervousness, but he felt somehow compelled to help Rail, and so made ready to catch him if the man bolted. He circled out through the crowd, making sure not to be seen by the man, so he was walking to the side. He had little doubt that Rail could catch him if he ran, but Tikno was going to be as helpful as he could.

[Corovignh]

((._.; Odin, my character's under a table. I'm nowhere near Ezra. ))

[Poggio]

How this man found him so fast was beyond him. “I don’t know what you’re talking about” He didn’t want to make a deal with this man. Not when his cargo was already promised to some one else. He looked around for another escape route. A plan was quickly forming in his head. The Blonde, even with his tattered pants looked a bit well to do, to be in the slums with the humans. “Look sir I don’t know who you are and you obviously don’t belong in this part of town so back off.” He growled at the man slowly backing up towards a perfume stand. With the mass of people around he could easily create a diversion. And he did with one word. With all his might he yelled “VAMPIRE!”

Time stood still in the market place as every one’s gaze converged onto The Blonde fellow like a herd of lions on a elk. The nearest one whipped out a dagger, it was the domino that made the rest fall. Soon the others with whatever weapon they could muster converged on him as well. Mothers and children scattered into the wind. Ezra took this as his cue; he ducked and rolled under the nearest stall still clenching his back. It was time for part two of his brilliant plan. He positioned himself underneath a perfume stall. He searched around the ground until he found what he was looking for. Just before he was about to activate the spell, he noticed an unusual rare looking cat. He glanced at the cat before deciding he couldn’t let it suffer for his actions. “Here kitty” He called to it gently coaxing it into his bosom.

Ezra had already lost time; he could hear the brawl heating up. He pricked a finger drawing a circle on the ground. Mustering his strength he called forth the rainwaters below into giant gazer. The water spouted through the perfume table, raining both perfume on any one with in the radius. It was enough that every one smelled the same. With that Ezra slipped into the hole he created. He watched the hole mend itself as soon as he was falling along with his cargo into the current beneath the city. Running around most of the day, with limited food resources exhausted his body. He didn't need his eyesight to tell him that he had used up most of his energy making the spout. He felt himself slipping out of reality as he splashed into the water.

[Sir_Odin]

Originally Posted by Corovignh

((._.; Odin, my character's under a table. I'm nowhere near Ezra. ))

{[ haha lol sorry thought you said you saw him the description was very close}}

[Corovignh]

Cha stared at the man who had appeared with wary eyes, recoiling and hissing as he reached out to pet her, but not letting his gift of jerky go unappreciated. An annoyed throaty purr was the only response she offered as she picked up the meat and carried it back under the table, dropping it to the ground and sniffing it suspiciously. There had been more than one incident that the giver had laced her food with something, so this time might not-

Before she could finish her inspection a tumult began in the square. Cha left the meat where it lay as she poked her head from underneath the table to watch as the two men from before were... separating, the one who'd caught her attention before running in her direction again. Had he no one else to rush at? But as she ducked away from his invasion of her hiding spot, she noticed he seemed to be getting weaker. And again with the case. Her ears twitched as he called out to her, her fur beginning to stand on end as she felt energies being focused and manipulated. Glancing back to where the crowd seemed to be going mad and taking another look at the man before her, she figured her chances with him would be safer than not and leapt towards his outstretched arm, her claws extending enough to dig into the jacket material as she continued to observe to see what would happen next.

And what came next was the opposite of her previous torment and woe. Where before there was a lack of water she was now being surrounded by it, engulfed in a maddening stream to which she could only respond to with 'cling to this guy or get swept away!' As always, the latter seemed to be the worse of the two and she clung to him for dear life. His, hers, both, right now it was just most important to cling. By the time they reached the bottom, Cha was gasping for air and feeling an ache she wasn't too familiar with. But from what she could tell, the gracious hand had turned into a deathtrap as his conscience seemed to be fading fast. 'Damn!' she swore mentally, not having wanted to change so soon. But they were in water and this would probably be the closest she would get to a shower anytime soon, so with a resolute growl she allowed her body to extend and reshape to that of a young woman.

The change happened fast, but the water was moving faster. As she rapidly blinked to keep her eyesight as clear as possible, she took note of where the man and his case were, kicking against the flow to reach them both at the same time. What little light was available improved with her nocturnal ability, but it showed nothing positive. No side stone to cling to, no plateau to balance on... this was going to be a ride to the other side of the city. A ride that seemed to take forever as she continued to bob along, struggling to keep their heads above the water. After what felt like an eternity, she suddenly noticed her feet rubbing along the ground and caught herself, slipping backwards as the ground gave way underneath her. She yelped, caught herself before completely falling back in the water and had to feel with her hands for the boy, holding him by his torso and dragging them to what general feeling told her was a pile of wet sand before rolling him into a fetal position and her spreading out on her back. 'A.. underground sandbank? Trippy city.'

((Edit: It's okay, I made it work. c: ))

[Poggio]

By some miracle he was still alive. Purely a miracle. His body felt weighted down by the water. He groped around in the dark. He found his satchel to the left of him, but to his right he felt something fleshy. It wasn’t furry like the cat… The Cat… Alarm bells went off in his head. He suddenly started to pat his chest. The little fur ball was missing. He gulped inwardly. It was his fault if it died. He slowly raised a shaky hand into the air against the weight of his clothes. Slowly the oxygen around his hand began to spark, with the last of his magic, he created a small flaming ball he could use as a torch. He let gravity take hold of him until his eyes adjusted to the dim light.

He had lucked out or so he thought. Not only was he alive but also the current had pushed him to a sandbank. It was then that he remembered the flesh that his other hand felt. He lifted himself up peering over to see a young girl curled up in ball. His heart sank in his chest. She was sopping wet, and must have been the one that saved him. He was about to speak to the girl when his throat unexpectedly threw up the recess water it had been retaining. He rolled over so that he wouldn’t hit the girl wrenching up what little food his stomach had not processed.

[Sir_Odin]

Rail growled as he yelled his plan.
"Fool."
The night was at its peak for him and his strength at the peak. so it was no wonder that he drew his gun fired three shots the first was at the man with the catnip like cargo. the bullet would graze his cheek but that was all. the second disarmed the man closes to him shooting right through his palm and the third shot was up in the air. His mind had snapped but his body had reacted fast enough from killing the fellow.Rail growled after Ezra.
"What the hell do you think I was after! This is not over!"

Rail ducked just as a pipe swung over his head stepping back he sent an elbow into the attackers adamant. His mind was racing like crazy so many humans so many attackers and yet he truly did not want to kill any of them, a man came to attack from the front but stumbled making the perfect target for Rail's knee which had shot up square into the base of his chin. The man fell knocked out cold, Rail side stepped sliding his hand near the armpit of another attacker the arm went limp and the man tried moving it again but by the time he realized it was useless he sent his elbow into the man's mouth crushing some teeth and sending him to the floor. Rail stood up straight taking out several other is the process.
Placing his left hand to his temple he sighed.
"ENOUGH!"
That hadn't worked at all as he took a small step back an attackers arm swung past his ear and his elbow crashed on his shoulder. Rail reaching up with little effort grabbed the arm and brought it down shattering the elbow completely. He saw a glimpse of red and smiled.
"Tick!"
It was the nickname he had given tikno. Moving to the side he shot his hand into the face of another attacker grabbing him and throwing him through the crowd clearing a path to Tikno.
"Distraction!"
Thats all he said when he ran towards him for Pete's sake Tikno had one ready he didn't want to kill but he could feel his mind slipping. Luckily no one had hit him ye.. As he was thinking it a thick blade shot towards him moving he couldn't make it out of the way slicing through his cheek it connected with the other wound that for some reason was still fresh. His cheek split open blood sprayed from the side of his face. Rail's eyes narrpwed and his hand shot forward as he ducked this man was better then the other but he felt the warm great essence drench his hand. As Rail stood he looked at the damage. His arm was halfway through the attacker throat. His eyes widened.
"jus..jus...just a child!"
Indeed the dead corps was no older then 16.
"Tikno! NOW!!"
He had to get out of here and quick.

[Corovignh]

After that exhausting ordeal, Cha was thankful for the mound of sand. Even if it was sand, she didn't care, it was something she could rest in. It didn't take long before she started to doze, the way her shoulder muscles were twitching acting as pre-warning signs that she would be sore in the morning. A brush against her side made her growl in warning, not wanting to be roused at this time. She was sleeping, couldn't they tell? At least, she wanted to.

And it was dark... maybe it was still night. Meaning her laying and not moving was justified. But then through her eyelids she saw a faint glow and covered her arms, it couldn't be morning yet. That was also when she remembered... her mind had been ready to slip into a comforting retreat, but that also meant she'd be giving in to her inner critter. That wasn't necessary at the time. Especially at the sudden retching sound. Cha sat upright, having pulled a dagger from her secret pocket but relaxing once she saw it was just the man having reached consciousness. And it was a relief. If he had been dead.... well, he would've been dead. There wasn't too much she could add to it. And she didn't feel like talking, her whole body hurt still. With little to no grace she let herself fall back onto her side, re-sheathing the little blade and inching close enough behind the guy to rub his back. It was meant more as a soothing act than anything else, he seemed like he'd been ready to collapse ages ago.

[Eshandist]

Tikno began fighting immediatly as the crowd converged on Rail. He growled in frustration, lashing out with fist, elbow, forarm, smashing and incapacitating anyone who got near him, but never killing. He heard Rail shout at the man, shout at the crowd. But his cry of enough was not heeded. They converged even more, and Rail was fighting more and more. Tikno had to reach him soon to help. Then he heard Rail shout at him for a distraction. He raced forward as the blade sliced into Rail and Rail shot his arm foward.

"Rail! NO!" But it was too late. The young boys eyes widened as his arms dropped the weapons they were holding. Tikno shot foward to place himself right next to Rail. Luckily the crowd had stepped back to make a circle around them, suprised at the violence that had just happened. Tikno's eyes flashed, now he was mad. His hands opened, palms out, and immediatly caught fire. The fire spread up his forarms, as it coallesced in his hands. Suddenly his arms tensed and the balls of fire that had formed shot out and burnt a path in the pavement around them in a circle. All this took less than a second.

"NOW YOU WILL SEE WHY YOU SHOULDN'T TRY TO FIGHT US!!!" He yelled at the crowd around them, then lifted his arms, which were glowing even brighter, above his head. His arms came down, and the fire of the circle around them shot up, creating a massive piller of flame around them. It burned no one, but anyone trying to approach it from either inside or out would be scorched into oblivion in seconds. Tikno turned to Rail and grabbed his shoulder.

"We need to get out of here. We need to get you away." He said, hoping Rail would hear him. He had seen the insanity in Rail's eyes as Rail had killed the young man still skewered on his arm. Tikno looked at the corpse, and in the blink of an eye, Tikno had removed it from Rail's arm and set it on the ground. Tikno was in front of Rail, hands on both of his shoulders, looking into his eyes.

"Rail! Come on!"

[Poggio]

He felt something rub against his back, he turned to set it on fire but the motion only made more water come up. When he finally reached the phase where he was merely choking on air he turned to see the girl had crawled over to him. He didn’t trust himself to speak, at least not in her direction. He pulled his bag closer to him wondering if anything inside escaped into torrent. He was thankful to come across a waterproof bag with all of his items inside safe and dry. He pulled out one of his emergency blankets and draped it over the girl. Feeling his flames dwindling he decided to use the other blanket for fire fodder. He rolled it up setting it a blaze. He scooted away from the girl and slowly forced himself to his feet. He trudged back over to the current and started to look for the cat

[Corovignh]

The sudden gesture caught Cha by surprise and she instinctively recoiled, keeping in place at the material he had placed over her before moving towards the water's edge. Maybe he was trying to gain his bearings? And speaking of feet... hers were exceptionally cold and wet. She hated her feet being wet. And didn't he need a blanket to help him out as well? He seemed worse off than her. Come to think of it, ever since she had laid eyes on him he seemed like he was going to pass out if not die first.

She stood on shaky legs like a new-born doe taking its first steps, and walked awkwardly in his direction. She tugged the material off of him and draped it over his shoulders, holding on to it as she pulled herself up and changed back to her feral form while still in motion. In case he tried to shake her off, she spread across to the other shoulder and began to warm the back of his neck. Her feet were now safe.

[Sir_Odin]

Rail blinked a couple of times. Realizing that now they were surrounded by a pillar of fire. He looked at Tikno well at first it was more like through him then at him. Then Tikno slowly materialized in his sight.
"All this over some damn drug."
His voice a growl as he picked up the dead child.
"He just slightly younger then me, and I..I did what I had to."

Rail looked at Tikno sanity raced back into his eyes.
"I'm ok no if you could just keep the pillar up for a bit longer as my brain catches up."
Rail's face was bleeding badly.
"We are taking the child, I want to give him a proper burial."
He looked around and found his gun he had smacked a couple of people with it but still three bullets remained inside the gun.
"Oh I am so sorry Elenore."
He picked up the gun tenderly.
"As well as to you Wisdom."
It would be clear to some one as observant as Tikno that he had first called out a different name and it seemed his weapon was called Wisdom. Spinning it rapidly Rail slid it into its holster neatly. Picking up the dead child like a man holds his bride, Rail looked at Tikno.
"I am ready, come hold my shoulder again."
His cheek was still bleeding but deep down inside Rail thought that was a small peice of the price he had to pay for such a crime.
"Its funny I use to torture children,woman,man, and beast alike.Now I just want to save them."
It had been a whisper if Tikno had been listening closely he would have heard.

As soon as Tikno touched his shoulder the world around them would swirl and then the would end up in Corsa.
"Welcome to the land of Prilla. If you need to stock up this is where to get it."

They were on a whole different Island then the events of recent. Rail turned from Tikno.
"If you like you can follow me. Other thne that if you shop you the name Doc.Blood,it will get you quite the discount here."

Rail began to walk along the the small path that he now looked at. This place was surrounded by water with small walkways.
"Oh and be careful not to fall in. The beasts that inhabit the water here are quite large and hungry, all the time."

Rail paused to think if there was anything else.
"Oh yes, and the fights here are intense but the people are accustomed to all types of being. So like a honey bee as they say."
Rail began his walk with he dead child.
"Your services of the flame will be much in handy if you follow."
He was talking about cremating the child and throwing the ashes into the water. But not now when he got to where he was headed.

[Eshandist]

Tikno wondered what the meaning was of the name Rail had said earlier. Elenor? Who was that? What meaning did she have to Rail? It had been hard to hear, but Tikno had caught the whispered comment as well, and was also wondering about that. What was Rail's past that he used to torture women and children?

Tikno burned with these questions, but he kept them to himself. This was neither the time nor the place to be asking those kind of things. Instead, Tikno followed along behind Rail, wondering how fair Rail intended to carry the child before they buried it, or cremated it, or whatever Rail was planning to do with it.