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As if Lotte’s ethereal limb, eternal good luck, and rugged good looks were not enough to impress her, the man was a devastatingly accurate shot as well. And with a pistol, no less! His targets went down as though he had walked straight up to each man, placed the barrel of his gun between their eyes, and fired point blank straight into their skull. It was a calculated action, no emotion in his expression as he took the life of another. It reminded her of how she had been after escaping her captors, cold and calculating.

The crack of the pistol as it discharged directly over Eve’s shoulder made her flinch, mind returning to her past. When she was first learning to control her element and shape it to her will, her hold over the winds had been weak. Though she could push back anyone who ran at her, moving the winds to block projectiles was still beyond her capabilities. She had practiced with blunted arrows, but on the battlefield her opponents were less likely to shoot with weapons designed for practice, and more likely to aim to kill. A stray bullet, fired by a man who had gone unnoticed by her allies, had gotten past her defensive shield of air. It was her own fault for not tightening the winds, leaving small gaps that the projectile had just managed to sneak through. It had clipped her left wing, just above the spot where it extended over her shoulder. Searing pain echoed through her, radiating from her feathered appendages as she collapsed to her knees in the dirt. Her wings were one of the most sensitive parts of her body, with no method of defense keeping the bullet from plunging through the downy feathers and stretched skin that made up the vast expanse of her wing span. Thankfully the winds that surrounded her had helped to slow the bullet, but it still tore through quite a few of her feathers and had almost punctured the wing completely. Despite having been patched up by professionals soon after it happened, the old wound still ached in the cold or when she flew for long distances in driving winds.

Shaking her head, Eve snapped out of the past and focused on the scene around her. The quiet darkness of the town square was unnerving compared to the din of battle behind her. Adrenaline still rushed through her veins, making her jittery. She followed her companion through the empty plaza, following his lead. She was a warrior, not a detective. He seemed much more comfortable leading than she was, and so she allowed him to take the reins. She giggled quietly at the thought of being relegated to the duty of glorified bodyguard. Something about the notion was amusing to her, though she couldn’t put her finger on what. Perhaps she was simply drunk from the thrill of being in battle once more. She quieted her mirth as they neared the church though, drawn by the same flickering light that drew Lotte’s attention.

She mimed a gesture to her wings and armour, a grin plastered across her face. Stealth was not always her strong suit, especially not when she was armed and covered in shiny metal. Any flicker of torchlight was caught by the polished steel and reflected. “I’m not the most subtle spy.” She responded in a low tone so as not to draw unwanted attention from whoever was hiding in the church. “I think it best you try to discern their motivation, before we call in the cavalry.” Stepping away from the window, she placed herself squarely in front of the entrance. If anyone tried to escape, she would be there. An avenging angel clad in steel, ready to take them down.

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On 12/2/2016 at 1:21 AM, Misty said:

I’m not the most subtle spy.” She responded in a low tone so as not to draw unwanted attention from whoever was hiding in the church. “I think it best you try to discern their motivation, before we call in the cavalry.” Stepping away from the window, she placed herself squarely in front of the entrance. If anyone tried to escape, she would be there. An avenging angel clad in steel, ready to take them down.

Lotte nodded. Though he was far from a sleuth himself, his leather cloak and subtle equipment was far less flashy. Even a dagger's point had little gleam compared to her radiance. Radiance. He had to smile, the word fit her too well. He hid the smile behind his back, however, as he turned to the window to inspect the busted glass. It was shattered enough that any good-sized man could slip through, but he noticed a droplet of blood near the top of the shattered pane. Whomever it was had been clumsy, it seemed. Moreover, they broke the window, then climbed through. If they were willing to do that, then they must have been trying their best to be cautious. They sure weren't trying to clear the place quickly, he mused as he walked away from the window and towards the double doors. The tall, sturdy doors showed no signs of tampering, which, to a rogue like Lotte, meant one of two things. The doors were either ignored, meaning that the intruder had been singular, and had hoped to slip in through a window undetected.

Or, he considered as he pressed his arm against the doors. They swung open almost soundlessly, and he slipped inside, letting them shut behind him with nary a sound. Whoever came in through the window let some friends in, too.

He stepped boldly towards the altar, passing row after row of undisturbed pews. His soft footfalls echoed in the worship hall, bouncing off the high ceilings and back to him, somewhat louder. It was eerie, and his calm, cool exterior was put to the test as he walked that desecrated holy place. The hairs on his arm stood on end beneath his jacket, and he checked his pistol. One bullet loaded, just like always. He put it back, and drew his dagger instead, slowly advancing on the downed priest until he was meters, centimeters, millimeters from him. He carefully reached out, and turned the dead man around. The priest stared back, cold and dead and lifeless as he fell to the floor, though he didn't bleed too much there. Most of it had ended up on the altar, anyway. Lotte walked around the body, glancing about. Behind the worship hall, light could be seen still, and he could hear, very faintly, voices, and the clattering of pots and pans. Whoever had intruded was likely in the kitchen. Just what were they doing there?

He slunk around the corner, hugging the wall as he edged to the end of the room. Things were silent for a second, and he risked a look around the corner. The kitchen, probably used to feed the homeless, or prepare for potlucks, was a wreck. The gambler stared as silverware and cooking supplies flew here and there, getting tossed around by a hunched, hairy figure. Even bent over, the figure was almost as tall as Lotte was, and the toppled pots and pans made sense suddenly. He likely knocked into them once or twice, and tossed a few around in anger. However, why were there pots knocked down halfway across the kitchen? Surely, he hadn't roamed all the way over there; the jars and shakers on the counter were still intact. He stared a while longer, before turning the corner, stepping into the kitchen. He was ready to act, but he needed to know if there were more bandits inside the church still. He approached the counter carefully, and dropped into a crouch. 

The beastman looked up, and checked his surroundings, squinting suspiciously at the corner Lotte had been hiding behind moments ago. There was nothing there, certainly, and he turned back to raiding the cupboards. Lotte was about to stand, when the Gnoll spoke up.

"Can' hide foreva, weakling. I smell yer blood; yer bleedin'! I'll find ye, one way or anotha..."

Ah, so it wasn't the Gnoll who'd smashed through the window, Lotte realized. He himself wasn't bleeding, and the only other person he'd seen was the priest out front, dead in his own blood now. The gnoll wasn't the brightest bulb, certainly, but he was obviously intelligent enough to know that it wasn't the priest he'd smelled. That meant that there was at least one more person in the church somewhere, and possibly close by. He waited for his chance to rise, hoping to get the drop on the bandit.

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Unbeknownst to Lotte, danger had watched him, since he'd stepped inside. He'd gotten only about halfway across the worship hall when, hiding behind the door, a trio of short, fish-like beastmen had begun stalking him in silence. Had Eve watched carefully, she'd notice how their scales only ever glinted in the light once, before turning a matte black, hiding them almost completely from sight.

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Eve had resigned herself to a while of staring at nothing but darkness when Lotte disappeared inside the oaken doors. It struck her as odd, how quietly they swung open. Most old doors like those would have creaked at least a little, unless they were regularly oiled. Shoulders rose and fell in a shrug. Perhaps the priest here simply kept up with chores better than the other places of worship she had seen. Though the fact that they were unlocked struck her as odd as well, given the darkened interior. Lotte may need backup sooner than later, should there prove to be more opponents than he could handle inside. But for now she heard no noise, and so she resumed her defensive position before the doors.

Accepting her fate as a glorified bodyguard, her mind began to wander. It skipped back over the occurences of what was steadily becoming quite the eventful night. Who would have guessed that interrupting a bar fight, started over a stack of plastic chips, would result in a wide scale battle and guard duty? Certainly not Eve. She couldn’t help but chuckle quietly at the notion.

She had been so caught in her amusement that she nearly missed the gleam of something moving inside the dark church. She could see the faint outline of Lotte moving away from the altar, and alarm bells immediately began to sound in her head. That was not the reflection of light on drawn blades, but that did not mean whoever was on the other side of the doors was not dangerous. She waited a moment for the glint to fade. Listening for footsteps as they moved across the floor, or the scrape of metal as it was pulled from a scabbard. Hearing the slow steps of a hunter stalking its prey, Eve released a slow sigh. Apparently, the cavalry would be needed sooner rather than later.

One foot rose and was planted firmly against the wood, and with a resounding smash the doors of the church slammed open. They ricocheted off the walls on either side, creating even more noise. Eve winced. She had meant to create a distraction, not destroy the property. But the forms of three strange creatures before her caught her attention, even in the dim light. Their matte black scales may have hidden them in the darkened interior of the church, but with flickering light pouring in from the doors their outlines were clearly visible to the Valkyrie they now faced. A grin spread across her face as she clinked a visor into place.

“Now, now. Wouldn’t you rather play with someone willing?” Her words were mocking and harsh. The blade of her naginata swished through the air, catching the dim light and shining as she took up an offensive stance and began to advance.

The beastmen backed up, trying to avoid the deadly swing of her weapon, but had not gone far before they were backed against the altar. Though they fought hard, Eve simply had the advantage against creatures so much smaller than she. It did not take long for her to claim victory, though the screeches they managed to get out echoed across the interior of the church. It would alert any within the place of worship to the battle.

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On 12/7/2016 at 0:28 PM, Misty said:

One foot rose and was planted firmly against the wood, and with a resounding smash the doors of the church slammed open. They ricocheted off the walls on either side, creating even more noise. Eve winced. She had meant to create a distraction, not destroy the property. But the forms of three strange creatures before her caught her attention, even in the dim light. Their matte black scales may have hidden them in the darkened interior of the church, but with flickering light pouring in from the doors their outlines were clearly visible to the Valkyrie they now faced. A grin spread across her face as she clinked a visor into place.

The door crashed open, and the gambler had to duck quickly as the Gnoll spun on his heels towards the sound of the noise. The bandit wasted no time in going towards the source of the noise, gripping his weapon of choice, a terribly worn battleaxe of ridiculous size. From this view, it looked like more of a hammer than an axe, and although Lotte was sure he could get the jump on his foe, he had better ideas. While the gnoll was distracted, he could easily slip through the kitchen and conduct a thorough search of the church. If the injured person was anywhere to be found, he'd find them quickly, and escort them out another way. He crept along the ground slowly, one hand resting comfortably on his pistol's grip. If the gnoll so much as turned around quickly, he'd draw it on the spot and put a bullet in the side of his head. Until then, however, he remained calm, eyes fixated on the beast as he slowly escaped through the back, and into the church's mess hall.

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The Telekhines, or Sea-Dogs as some might call them, were child's play. The creatures were used as cannon fodder in most cases, meaning that they soaked up damage in time for the stronger attackers to arrive, and that was no exception here. The Gnoll rounded the corner, axe at the ready, and charged at Eve without hesitation. He swung low, aiming for her feet before following up with a shoulder check, aimed at knocking her down.

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Elsewhere, Lotte crept through the church. He was well out of earshot of the Gnoll, he was certain, and now he took the time to look around. The rooms beyond the mess hall were small and unassuming, and after a quick investigation he found most of them to be small offices or bedrooms. They were all abandoned, and he had to wonder if their occupants would never return. All the same, the gambler left them undisturbed, and continued down the hall. The hallway was quite interesting, actually; it bent around the side of the building, and eventually sidled up to the worship hall again. He slowed to a stop, and listened. The walls were quite thin; he could hear the battle between and Gnoll and whomever had entered the church raging on even then. They were putting up a hell of a fight, he thought to himself, as he leaned against the wall, straining to hear voices. Through the ringing steel and dry, ragged pants of the beastman, it was difficult to make out the voice of his attacker, and after a while Lotte just gave up. As he did, however, he heard a sound. Sobbing. Crying. Curiously, the gambler turned to the source of the sound, and approached it slowly. With each step, it grew more audible, until he stood just outside the door to the source.

"Forgive me, Gods, for I have sinned..." Somebody said between desperate, racking sobs. Lotte drew his pistol, and pressed it to the door, waiting carefully for them to speak again. 

"I...should never have accepted that shipment! Just look at what I've done!" The man wailed, erupting into a fit of hiccups. 

Lotte hesitated, and put the pistol back. He'd wait for Eve to catch up, then. She'd probably want to hear this, too.

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On 12/9/2016 at 9:38 PM, Jotnotes said:

The Telekhines, or Sea-Dogs as some might call them, were child's play. The creatures were used as cannon fodder in most cases, meaning that they soaked up damage in time for the stronger attackers to arrive, and that was no exception here. The Gnoll rounded the corner, axe at the ready, and charged at Eve without hesitation. He swung low, aiming for her feet before following up with a shoulder check, aimed at knocking her down.

Blade carved through scale, sinew, and flesh as though it were nothing. The Telekhines were cut down by Eve as though they were trees felled by the stroke of an axe, no more of a challenge to the angel than the straw figures she practiced on. Despite the blood and gore, she had trained as a warrior and it did not phase her beyond the initial screeches of terror. Watching life leave another being's eyes had always been something of a jarring experience for her, though. Thankfully the darkness of the church concealed the majority of their countenances. 

The noise of a snarl had her whirling from the deceased fish men, turning in time to feel the ricochet of a weapon against the bracers that covered her shins. The clang of a blade against the tempered steel echoed through the church. Instinct cut through the shock from the Gnoll's sudden appearance, and her weapon came flashing through the air to block his check. The shaft barely made contact with the beast's shoulder, deflecting it slightly to one side. It shoved her back a few steps toward the altar and she gritted her teeth. This would not be the most optimal position to fight in.

Changing her grip on the naginata, she took up a stance that would allow her to utilize it more as a blade than a pole-arm. Quick strikes punctured with small gusts of wind allowed her to gain back the ground she had lost. Each one of her steps forward pushed the creature back two, gaining her the space she needed to fight effectively. The Gnoll was slowly becoming covered in shallow cuts that crisscrossed his torso and arms. He was bleeding and panting heavily, eyes flicking back and forth in search of any sort of escape. He feinted in an attempt to get away from the woman that advanced on him, a sight of metal and feathers that created an awe-striking embodiment of an avenging angel. 

Feinting was his first mistake. Not dodging was his second.

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Careful footsteps echoed down the hallway, announcing Eve's presence before Lotte had the chance to catch the glint of her armour out of the corner of his eye. No longer was it covered in the viscera of her opponents, the blood wiped off to give her the appearance of innocence despite her recent battle. Her approach was quiet, movements muffled in order to preserve what little sense of surprise that remained. She motioned to her blade, then behind her, in an attempt to convey that the noise and conflict had involved her. An ear pressed almost against the door, she listened to the muffled weeping and sniveling that was taking place just on the other side. She backed up slightly, a questioning glance on her face as she made eye contact with the gunslinger and mimed a kicking motion toward the door. The man on the other side was certainly frightened, but extracting information would be easier if the person they were questioning was thoroughly terrified. An armoured, winged woman wielding a large blade and crashing through the door would certainly do the trick.

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On 12/12/2016 at 1:06 AM, Misty said:

She backed up slightly, a questioning glance on her face as she made eye contact with the gunslinger and mimed a kicking motion toward the door. The man on the other side was certainly frightened, but extracting information would be easier if the person they were questioning was thoroughly terrified. An armoured, winged woman wielding a large blade and crashing through the door would certainly do the trick.

Lotte was proud of how quickly she'd caught on to the task at hand, and gave no mention of the sound of the battle he'd heard through the wall. She wasn't covered in blood, which meant that she'd cleaned herself of the battle, probably both mentally as well as physically. He had no qualms with that, after all, a lady had needs, even if she was a sword for hire. He nodded politely at her as she arrived, and nodded again after she motioned to kick the door. She was exactly what the time called for. The gambler was convinced that whoever was begging for mercy from the heavens behind this door would need some kind of divine figure to get the truth from his system. He took a spot behind her, and waited for her to bust in the door, watching passively.

The door crashed in easily, and the ramblings of the guilty came to a halt with a scream of terror. The sight of an armor-clad angel, wielding a blade to pierce the souls of the wicked was enough to force the man to his knees after only a second of cowering, kissing the floor at her feet. The man, a pudgy, short man with no hair and unremarkable features, babbled incoherently as he reached up to clutch at her legs.

"Oh, please I beg of you, have mercy!" He sobbed, genuinely terrified for his life. Lotte waited outside, listening in carelessly as he plead for forgiveness. He was tempted to just let his partner deal with it at her own pace. To watch her struggle to get him to speak clearly would have been well worth admission price, in his opinion, and whatever method she used to get him to talk had to be worth seeing at least once. However, they were on a deadline. The longer it took them to figure out what the Wolves were after, the more damage they'd do to the town while they waited for the payload to be extracted. He strolled in behind her, excusing himself as he knelt before the man. With his ghostly hand, he tilted his chin up to look into the gambler's eyes. He held that gaze before calmly, carefully, talking to him.

"Easy now, easy." He breathed slowly, speaking in a deliberately soothing voice. His hand must have come as a shock to the pudgy sinner; he hadn't reacted since he was touched by it. "My good friend here will forgive your sins if you confess, good an' proper, to whatever it is you've done. First, I gotta know. Who are you?"

"I...I'm William. William Hogson?" He picked up his words carefully from the ground that he'd smooched and dusted them off before trying to use them again. "I own the general store in town. I do most of the exporting and importing in...oh...oh Gods, do you think my store is alright?" He gripped Lotte's collar all of a sudden panicking. "My store! Is it okay, I beg of you!"

He shook him off, taking a step back to correct his collar. Hogson returned to his silent fretting, and the gambler resigned his attempts. Instead, he patted Eve on the shoulder and gave her a quick grin. 

"Alright, toots, see if you can get him to explain the deal a lil' better. If not, at least figure out what the Wolves are after. I'll just be out here."

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Eve smiled back, the wheels of her mind already working to determine the best method of extracting information. Though it seemed William was afraid of her rather imposing figure, she was afraid that threatening him would only cause the terrified man to panic further and become a blubbering mess. There would be no way to determine his motivations if he was reduced to pleading for his life.

Stepping in front of her companion, Eve rolled her shoulders slightly and extended her wings to their full length. Grasping hands removed the imposing helmet that crowned her head, gently handing it and her weapon to Lotte with quiet thanks. The sparse candlelight was enough to illuminate the white down of her wings and reflect off of the steel circlet spinning lazily above her head. Smiling gently, the angel gazed at the shopkeep, her wide grey eyes full of compassion and framed by long lashes. Where before the man had been convinced she was an avenging angel, come to slay him for his sins, now she looked the picture of forgiveness. Ready to hear his woes and cleanse him of his misdeeds, if only he was willing to speak to her.

"Fear not, William. I am here to help you, not to exact divine judgement. If you are willing to explain the circumstances that have led you to this point, I will be able to cleanse you of your sins.” Eve's words were gentle but firm, leaving no room for argument from the man before her. His eyes widened in return, words trailing off as though stunned by the sudden change in demeanour. With hands that shook he reached for her, and she grasped his hands in hers and gave a reassuring squeeze.

After the man had spilled his guts to her, she released his hands and stepped back slightly, returning to her full height before him. A light wind stirred through the room, causing the candles to flicker slightly as she spoke. "Thank you for explaining. I will see to it that you are forgiven for your wrongdoings, but until such time that the situation is rectified, you should remain here. For your own safety, you see.”

Eve waited only for him to nod before turning abruptly, gathering the helmet and naginata from Lotte and gesturing for him to follow her. Folding her massive wings against her back once more, she brushed past him and swept out the door, accompanied by a gust of wind that pushed Lotte toward the exit as well. The angel seemed preoccupied, her thoughts directed toward what she had learned. Not waiting to see if her companion had followed, she began to speak in a hushed and hurried tone while making her way back to the entranceway.

 "Why would a shopkeep need enough metals to outfit an entire army, head to toe?”

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Lotte held on to her helm and blade loosely, standing just outside the confession booth as he waited for Eve to have her fun. The church was still, and silent, and the gambler could hardly hear the raid going on only a few blocks from where they stood. He imagined that, at this point, the casualties were starting to pile up. If the Wolves didn't find what they were after soon enough, most of the townspeople would have fled further into town. In order to keep up their current facade, the bandits would be forced to chase them in deeper. That meant more casualties, property damage and theft. Would Lotte and Eve be forced to abandon their quest to stop the robbery, and redouble their efforts to beat back the Wolves? If so, Lotte didn't think he'd be able to stick around. An attack of this caliber would prompt outside attention. There would be investigations, eyewitness reports and the like. He had no doubts that He and Eve would be swept up in enough red tape to trap them for quite some time. He didn't have time for intervention of that sort. It would keep him bogged down for much too long, and the Wolves would get away for sure.

Time ticked by slowly, and the bored gunman reached for his ghostly dice, giving them a few playful tosses. Most of the time, the roll of the dice wasn't too erronous. If he rolled sevens and twelves, he noticed that he often had much better luck, and tossing those dice during fights, or trying something skillful often yielded better outcomes for the young cutthroat. However, he'd also noticed that things never truly changed if he rolled anything else. Perhaps the universe didn't deal in absolutes, after all. Yet, he'd never rolled snake eyes. From what he remembered, of that fateful night where he'd gotten this ghostly appendage, snake eyes were to be feared. As a gambler, it certainly never boded well, but to Lotte, they could very well have different outcomes. He rolled his eyes, and plucked up the dice. He toyed with them, changed the way they were facing. The dead, glassy orbs on each face of the dice looked back up at him, and with only a little hesitation, he dropped the dice.

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On 1/18/2017 at 3:51 PM, Misty said:

ve waited only for him to nod before turning abruptly, gathering the helmet and naginata from Lotte and gesturing for him to follow her. Folding her massive wings against her back once more, she brushed past him and swept out the door, accompanied by a gust of wind that pushed Lotte toward the exit as well. The angel seemed preoccupied, her thoughts directed toward what she had learned. Not waiting to see if her companion had followed, she began to speak in a hushed and hurried tone while making her way back to the entranceway.

 "Why would a shopkeep need enough metals to outfit an entire army, head to toe?”

"You've got me there," Muttered a thoroughly annoyed Lotte. Though she hadn't caught it at first glance, the dice had...interesting responses to being fixed to fall the way they did. His long, trusted coat and plan attire had been replaced, as if by magic, with an apron, blouse and skirt. It fit him well, as if custom made for the gambler alone, and despite his evident masculinity, he appeared quite effeminate in it. His new heels clacked against the wooden floor, a stark contrast to his trusty boots, yet they looked rather cute with his knee-length black socks. The only feature that soured his appearance now was the sour look permanently etched into his face. The gambler had, in a frenzy, attempted to rid himself of the clothes, hoping to get into his regular clothes before his partner had turned around, but it seemed fruitless. Ultimately, he had no choice but to wear the outfit, and pray that whatever bad luck he'd come across was undone with time.

"Perhaps he got it for a steal," He wondered aloud as they stepped out into the night air. The fires burned brilliantly by the Lovely Giant, and marauders could still be seen roaming around, hunting for villagers to butcher. He turned his back on that for the time being, and looked towards the center of town. 

"A shipment big enough to outfit an army, however, wouldn't fit in the town hall, or his shop. Sounds like we'd best find the storage shed, warehouse or whatever these sorry folks use to store their goods."

He started walking ahead of Eve, who would now have a very good chance to realize what he was wearing. Inwardly, Lotte braced himself for the oncoming barrage of teasing that he was certain would follow.

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Caught up in her musings as she was, Eve missed the change in Lotte's attire as she moved past him. The gears of her mind clicked and whirred, working overtime to determine any possible motivations William may have had. The angel pursed her lips, frustrated at the lack of answers coming to mind. She simply couldn't connect the information they had gathered to a logical conclusion. With a heavy sigh, her eyes traveled from the floor to her companion. Metal scraped against wood as she ground to a halt, surprise etched into the lines of her face.

"Uhm... Lotte? You didn't tell me you were a quick-change artist." The woman's voice was slightly strangled from the effort of holding back laughter. The corners of her mouth twitched and danced in a vain attempt to keep from grinning.

Despite the pressing attack and strange mystery unfolding around them, the sight of the tall gunslinger decked in a rather lacy maid outfit was simply too bizarre to ignore. Eve pondered for a moment sending him back toward the inn. After all, nothing would stop the fighters in their tracks quicker than something absolutely out of the ordinary. Perhaps the Wolves would even decide that a man in a maid outfit must be too insane to fight normally, and retreat. One slender finger tapped against her chin, considering, before she shook her head and banished the thought. After all, Lotte seemed to be much more suited to detective work than she was.

"I'd offer to stop while you change out of your... combat gear? But I'm afraid the longer we linger, the higher the body count will climb. Shall explore the edge of town? It seems to me that they'd keep their storage away from the busier spots." The angel quirked a smile toward her partner, an apologetic shake of her head accompanying the conclusion. Setting her shoulders and gripping her weapon once more, Eve turned toward the darkened streets that lead away from the inn. Who knew what lurked in the shadows, after all?

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Lotte rolled his eyes, resting a hand on his pistol. Thankfully, the change of attire seemed to be mostly cosmetic; his gear was exactly where it should have been. This alone meant that, should they get into a fight, he would have no issues reaching for his equipment like any other fight, an invaluable part of any good rogue's kit. Once his gear was all accounted for, the highwaymaid paused to consider their options. 

"Thankfully Dougton ain't the biggest place to explore," He mused. "I'd say it wouldn't be hard for us to locate it if we were on the right street. It might take a few minutes, but that's to be expected." He nodded at her suggestion, then. "To the outskirts it is, but we'd better hurry. I haven't heard many screams for a while; if we don't get this resolved quick, they might start heading further into town."

Lotte led Eve through town primarily on intuition alone. Though his sudden misfortune had rattled him, the gambler knew it could only be a temporary setback, and had resolved to move forward with confidence. They wandered the blackened streets alone, far enough away from the carnage now that the crackling of property damaging fires could no longer be heard, and the screams of the dying were lost to them. For a short while, the streets seemed like any other streets, and the duo walking were just another oddly dressed couple on a night out.

Ordinarily, Burkov would have been quite comfortable with this silence. He was used to long nights on the road, hiding in the dark while waiting for potential targets to crawl down the road for him to ransack. Yet tonight, it felt a bit odd. For one thing, the threat of time was against them, and for another, he was spending it with someone else.

"So, Eve, I doubt you expected something like this to happen while you were in Dougton, but you seem to be taking it in stride. Ever been through this before?" He asked mildly, checking the buildings around them. Though they were squat, easily identifiable buildings, it was fairly plain to see that many of them ahead were tall, stocky buildings. One of them could certainly be the one they were looking for.

 

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sarlia_by_wlop-d8j18ag.jpg     The sudden silence was deafening. It seemed more oppressive than the mayhem they had left behind, a stifling presence that made shadows into hidden enemies. Every footstep seemed to echo across the empty street, a declaration of their intent and destination. "Quick, hide before the good guys find us!" Eve was decidedly on edge. Her head swiveled back and forth, the grey of her irises almost entirely eclipsed by the darkness of her pupils. The naginata was held at attention, the lazy circles it traced keeping muscles warm and ready. Every corner was an opportunity to be ambushed, every alley hiding snarling beastmen.

     When Lotte broke this silence with his question, Eve nearly jumped out of her skin. Taking a moment to calm her rapidly beating heart, she rolled the answer around in her mouth, tasting the words and their impact before sending them out into the night.

     "I've been a part of a few altercations. Nothing quite this bloody nor one-sided, though." Her voice was pitched low so as not to echo off the close-leaning warehouses. Another pause passed as she considered how much information to share with the relative stranger. "Generally, I was part of a defending force. And you? You seem at ease in combat, and you're quite the shot."

     Stopping suddenly, Eve placed a finger on her lips to hush Lotte into silence. To their left, a building sat squat and wide between two darkened alleys. The doors were padlocked from the outside, a thick chain slipping between the handles to hold them closed. Darkened windows were hidden behind dilapidated shutters, but one pane high on the wall had been uncovered. Rust had worn away a hinge, and the shutter had slipped just far enough to let light leak through.

     "What's someone doing in a warehouse so late?" Turning to her companion, she quirked an eyebrow. "It may be worth a look."

     Leading the way into one alley, Eve glanced around for any clues or alternate entrances. Nothing stood out, until Lotte's lovely heels crunched through a pile of broken glass. The angel stopped, head tilting back to scan the brick wall of the warehouse. A fire escape, rusty but standing strong, was a handful of feet above them. Adjacent to the metal platform was a window, the shutters cast aside and panes shattered. Low voices echoed from inside. 

     "Looks like a forced entry if I ever saw one." Taking in the scene once more, Eve grimaced and began to roll her shoulders, loosening the muscles and preparing them for use. "Unfortunately, they also seem to have pulled up the ladder. Up for a little flight?"

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Lotte was going to be frank with her and explain his line of work, until she'd silenced him. The highwaymaid paused, and looked towards her outstretched hand. He caught the thin sliver of light escaping the warehouse, and the same question occurred to him. Of course, there were a few reasons to be in a warehouse late at night, and not all of them had to be illegal. Still, given the events of the night, they couldn't be sure, and with the doors locked up, and the windows boarded, this was the sort of lead they couldn't afford to miss out on. Lotte cast a glance her way, and admired Eve for a second as she led the way into the alleyway. She'd taken charge of the situation rather quickly, he noticed, and it was a good look. She was just as invested into overturning this raid as he was, which meant they could get this done quickly. Maybe. Hopefully.

The gunman followed her into the darkened space, and felt glass crunch beneath his heels. He stopped, and took another step forward before taking two back.

On 4/16/2017 at 9:07 PM, Misty said:

"Looks like a forced entry if I ever saw one." Taking in the scene once more, Eve grimaced and began to roll her shoulders, loosening the muscles and preparing them for use. "Unfortunately, they also seem to have pulled up the ladder. Up for a little flight?"

He raised an eyebrow. 
 

"Will you actually be able to pick me up, or are you just going to fly up there yourself and drop the ladder for me?"

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A muffled giggle escaped Eve before she managed to suppress it, clamping a slender hand over her mouth. Her steel-clad form shook in silent giggles at the thought of an armoured Valkyrie smashing through a window while carrying a maid gunslinger. The mental image was odd, and utterly hilarious. The angel toyed with the idea for a few moments, but ultimately abandoned it. While her strength was better than most women, carrying her weapon and her companion through a window and into a potentially dangerous situation didn't seem the best idea. Especially since carrying Lotte would be cumbersome.

"As much fun as going for a joyride would be, it might be in our best interest for me to just drop the ladder." She grinned. Her voice was pitched low, but the mirth in her tone was unmistakable. 

With a flick of downy white wings, the feathered limbs extended to their full 15 foot wingspan, and Eve leapt into the air. A slight breeze, prompted by her magic, propelled the woman upwards. It only took a couple strong wingbeats to bring her onto the platform, and once there she easily slid the ladder down to Lotte. The metal did clang slightly, despite her best efforts to keep it from making noise, and from within the building at her back she heard muffled voices.

The warrior's whisper was guided to Lotte on another gust of wind. "We may not have the element of surprise for long."

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