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Post by Zeeke Kore Raie-Hamming on Apr 30, 2014 4:34:04 GMT
There was a light drizzle in the air, but with his tracker Zeeke knew exactly where they would be going. His companion seemed to know a lot more about this city then he did and she seemed to know smells and people. It was around that time where he needed someone found. Searching all over had proved to be difficult. He didn't remember what the man looked like, nor was he familiar with his voice. He only knew the name. Ataxia
The name had been stuck in his mind for MONTHS. Who was he? Was he supposed to kill him? Befriend him? ... Kill him? He didn't know. He was just absolutely sure that he needed to find him. And when he did ... maybe testing him would discover what Zeeke was supposed to do.
Looking down at the creature attached to his leash, he narrowed his eyes. "Where is he, girl? I know you can smell him."
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Post by Kree Chancy on Apr 30, 2014 4:39:06 GMT
Kree quickly tugged on the leash, not even sure WHY she'd agreed to put it on, but it seemed that when he agreed to LIVE with Zeeke in pay of HELPING ... she'd made a deal with the devil. "If you tug on this leash one more time, Zeeke. I'm gonna rip your face off. I'm not a dog! I have acute senses. THAT'S IT!"
Snatching the other end from him, she quickly unhooked the collar. "If we walk around, we're bound to find him. I hear he likes places like this." She looked around, watching nasty loose woman corrode about, eyeing Zeeke like he was a fresh candy bar. "I wouldn't taste those cherries. I heard they're poisonous, if you know what I mean." She slowly began down the street, bringing her hood over her head to block off the light shower of rain. It was BARELY anything, but Kree never really liked the ran all that well.
"Let's look around, guy."
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Post by Ataxía; Dragon Slayer on Apr 30, 2014 7:46:33 GMT
Ataxia had been spending time in dingy places like this really since his last encounter with Hana. It had shifted everything on its head and even veteran warriors and leaders struggled when faced with emotions and tensions that they'd not had to worry about in a long time. He was also trying tonistance himself from the rebellion as well. He had taken a much more involved role than earlier anticipated, and having some time of his own was a blessing.
It was times like this that the Dragon Slayer found himself thinking of home. Of old memories, of Nell, of the old Kyrie's he'd served under and even of the Elders. Unlike most, no hood covered his head as he waked through the streets, wet hair matted to his head.
What a lovely, miserable day.
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Post by Zeeke Kore Raie-Hamming on Apr 30, 2014 19:07:49 GMT
Zeeke felt the rain pelt softly against his head. The glance of the earlier females caught his eyes but he cared not for them nor anything that they had to offer - which he figured wasn't much but an infectious disease that would probably result in HORRIBLE side effects and health in the future. He looked up towards the sky, the water cool against his skin. "I know. I'm not into any of this tainted meat of this city. I like things that don't walk the street at night. Innocent things."
The lights of the streets were cool and slightly relaxed him. He liked the breeze, but his anticipation was killing him. What was the chances that he'd actually RUN into him? And if he did, how would he know? There were so many unanswered questions.
"I remember the rain ... when I first arose." His words probably held no meaning to Kree and he doubted she understood, but he couldn't help it. Something about this night felt familiar in a way.
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