Storm clouds lingered overhead now, yet those clouds seemed to refuse to release the rain that they taunted the city with. Ominously, they drifted overhead, threatening to drop a deluge of rain at any moment.
Criptfeind:
That single green eye turned to focus on you as you spoke, yet the thing remained impassive, unimpressed or unaware of the manner in what you were preparing yourself to use your power, to use your weapons. Maybe it was fully aware, maybe it was completely oblivious to it. It mattered not of course if it was aware or not, as it made no effort to continue any hostile action, instead seeming to peer past you, towards the others who were almost atop it now.
"I am Assault Unit Ego," came the artificial voice, while it turned its body towards the nearest building, that singular eye remaining focused on you as it did so. "I answer not to your authority," it added one foot slamming into the wall as it kicked its toes into the brickwork effortlessly. Even as it did so, it reached out, fast as lightning to grasp...
Armok:
You were unable to stop the thing as it grasped you by the collar of your attire, your body hauled upwards as its free hand impacted with the brickwork, as it made a show of using you to obscure its form. You knew that while it had you, hostage as you may be in its grasp, that the advancing peelers would make no effort to shoot at it, for fear that they would hit an innocent.
Ah, an innocent. You must be innocent. Innocent of what, you had no idea, yet you were quite happy to go with this moment as the thing scaled the wall.
"Ah, good sir, if you would loosen your grasp a touch on my shirt, I would be most appreciative, for as it is, you are asphixiating me!" you stated, playing up the fact that your collar was a little tighter than you were comfortable with, though you got little response from it as scaled the wall with ease. "I must apologise for fouling your weapon-" you started, almost gagging as you were jostled by the manner in what the thing holding you was climbing, still finding a moment in what to tip your hat to it politely. "-Yet I must inquire about the motivation that one such as yourself possesses. While there is no doubt that you have done this great nation a service in revealing the presence of that what lurks within its ranks, I do find my curiosity piqued."
The thing turned towards you as it continued upwards, the answer you got one that curiously, revealed a lot more than the few words it used should have betrayed. "I must stem the tide," it stated as it swung you up over the lip of the roof, leaving you sat atop the flat rooftop as it ran towards the opposite side, vaulting over the edge and vanishing from view.
The nerve of it all, leaving you stranded up here!
Abculatter:
While you were nearing, almost close enough to assist in apprehending this thing, it started to scale the wall, with a strangely dressed man. Some of the Peelers that you were approaching with reacted to this by turning down one of the alley ways, pulling you with them as they informed you that they were going to go around the building, catch it on the other side.
As they had seemed to predict, the figure dropped down on the other side of the building as you ran through the alley way, the heavy clang of its form landing filling the air. Even so, it crouched as it landed, turning towards the officers in pursuit as it rose to its feet, though it was questionable if you would realise that it had done so to absorb the shock of its fall.
The Peelers about you unholstered their guns in responese, raising them as one of them, one who was hiding behind you, barked an order at it. "Get down on your knees with your hands behind your head, you are under arrest for the assassination of Lord Morten!" came the mans voice, yet the figure before you, a slender figure of shining bronze wrapped in a leather overcoat stood there, watching them with that single glowing green eye.
"No," came the things artificial voice after a brief moments silence. "I commited no crime, for the law clearly states that the things that go bump in the night, that tainted humans and monsters are permitted to be killed on sight," he stated, while the officers behind you shifted nervously, cocking the hammers on their guns, yet none of them wanted to be the first to fire.
RAM:
It was clear that there was going to be no easy way to get the body, though the Peelers guarding it were setting the former Lord's coat over his face, to obscure the features that stared blankly skywards. Obtaining it would take force, it would require overpowering people trained with firearms, then hauling away a body that while no doubt lighter than natural, was no easier to conceal.
To make matters worse, the armed forces had turned up, no doubt having been stationed nearby incase of an emergency. While they brought with them additional firepower, they were focused at this moment on gathering up the citizens that lingered on, getting them all in one place as the Peelers watched the body.
Acting would be risky and if you planned to, it would have to be soon, before any potential window left open was lost.
Cerapa:
Having hurried away from the scene before the armed forces arrived, you were fortunately not apprehended on your way out. The Peelers had been glad to see the back of you no doubt, glad to have no more to do with you now that you had what you needed. You likewise, were glad to have no more to do with them, as you had work to do, work, that would be so much better handled without them looking over your shoulder at every possible moment.
The big issue was that without a lab, paranoid as you were about the potential that the guild could have been infiltrated itself, you were going to have to rely upon much lesser resources. While you could make do with as little as a kitchen, you were lacking even that. Unless...
Unless you were to pick one of the nearby pubs or hotels, find means to get access to their kitchen...
This would require more than asking nicely however, you noted, as you scanned the streets, taking note of how there was one slightly more run down pub, one of a rowdy nature and one of a more refined nature that you would no doubt get chased out of over your attire alone. Did you risk their facilities, or did you keep looking?
Nirur:
Your wandering took you away from the scene, down many streets you were unfamiliar with, towards and over the river as you drifted. In a city such as ths nobody stopped you to see what had you so pale, what had left you so clearly shaken. That was city life for you, and city life was about to add to those experiences.
The sound of gunfire came from around the corner of the street nearby, with a man built like a mountain charging past, pursued by Peelers. A man who was shrugging off every bullet he took as he held onto a small bag he was running with. A man who's clothing was soaked with blood, yet there were no wounds visible where the bullets had entered his body.
He seemed unstoppable, yet reluctant to fight back against the people pursuing him, instead, visible from where you stood, dropped the bag he was carrying over the side of the path, onto the riverbank. The Peelers seemed to have missed this, as they, along with the man and the sound of gunfire faded into the distance as they continued onward.
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