<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>If this timestamp does not work, please edit it. Dyo 23, 81379 </td></tr></table> Dom lifted the drink to his lips, downing it one one gulp, the strong brandy waking his tastebuds in a burning sensation similar to the desert sun on his bare back. He Ordered another and promptly copied himself, before ordering yet a third, not even flustered by the large amount of alcohol in all three drinks, heavily laden by the bartender by the request of Dom. After dumping a pile of shining gold coins on the bar, much more than the cost of the three drinks, also much to the delight of the scrawny red furred bartender, Dom strode quickly to the door, and flung it open, his crosshair shaped eyes wide open, scanning the night streets, seemingly empty. The night awaited him, and although a normal pendragon of 75 would either be partying with a few prostitutes or snoozing in an armchair by the fire at home, Dom had no intention of doing one or the other. He drew one of his customized guns and after spinning the chambers and making sure he had 7 bullets ready for action, he started walking briskly down the street, his gun still drawn and dangling loosely from his hand, hidden close to his waist. His large hat was pulled low over his eyes, completing the picture of a desert bandit, even though Dom was far from one. Evil would have a run for it's money tonight, if Dom had anything to say about it, and not 5 minutes since he began his walk, a gang member who pulled a knife on him had one of the bullets lodged firmly in his brow, centered directly between his eyes. Dom paid no heed, for if he had seven bullets in his other gun, (which he was sure he did through almost a hundred odd counts throughout the last daylight hours,) 13 more 'dragons who had chosen the path of corruption and darkness would fall to the grimy market streets, a bullet centered exactly between their eyes...
Muerrin shivered, hugging her arms tightly in some attempt to convince herself that it was the chilly night breeze that caused her body to shake, not her own fear. The Black Markets were reputed to be dirty, full of 'dragon scum, and generally a dangerous place to be at any time of day, let alone night. Under any other circumstances the scientist would not be wandering these streets, she'd be too terrified to come anywhere near here, however she needed something that would not be obtainable anywhere else. For its medicinal properties, she required a large sample of Erythroxylon coca, more familiarly known as cocaine. She was fully aware that it was now legal to buy and sell cocaine on the continent of Bhim, but still she didn't want to be spotted or worse, recognized, by anyone, so secrecy and darkness was required to disguise herself on this errand. As her dark-rimmed golden eyes cautiously scanned alleyways stalked by conspicuous denizens of the market, she spotted a stall that looked a bit more respectable than the others, and stopped to quietly consult with the attendant. He disappeared into his "storage," which appeared to be some boxes stacked up against a stone wall, as she pulled a small pouch from the pocket of her long, black coat. When finally the dealer placed a tightly wrapped rectangular package on the table, Muerrin eyed it, thinking that it looked much smaller than it should have been. Lifting it up and weighing the bundle in her paws, though, she decided it was, indeed, close to a kilogram. Before she payed she lifted a corner of the wrapping, inspecting the contents of the package. The abundance of pressed stalks, foliage and the occasional dried yellow blossom seemed to be to the scientist's satisfaction, so she tucked the bundle under her arm and counted out a number of gold coins from her purse. The stall attendant looked satisfied with the transaction, snatching up the money and disappearing into the shadows. Muerrin herself looked around suspiciously, then tried her best to shrink away into the enveloping darkness. She wasn't very good at these things, though, and with her honey coloration, stood out against the street obviously enough that she could have been spotted from long down the lane.
He spotted her not soon after eradicating the gang thug. She was carrying a small package, and Dom would bet his life that it contained something questionable. <span style='color:gray'>Another chalk mark on the wall...</span> He muttered to himself, and soon a bullet had found it's way out of the customized gun's barrel, strangely not aiming for the girl, but the package she was carrying under her arm. She would have no clue as to what happened, Dom having excellent aim, and being almost half a mile away down the street, the package would seem to jump out of her arms in an explosion of drugs...
Muerrin let out a small shriek as her package leapt quite forcefully from its place, pinned neatly under her elbow. The kilogram hit the ground hard, flying open in a flurry of torn paper and cocaine in its rawest plant form - dried stalks and stems. She gasped in horror, still feeling the jarring sensation in her arm but mostly concerned with her investment, scattered across the shadowed street. Resisting her immediate urge to get on all fours and gather up as much of the plant as she could, Muerrin instead turned her head sharply to look behind her - packages didn't lurch from grasp and explode on the ground of their own volition - but oddly there was no one there. Even the dealers and junkies seemed to have fled the streets, and this was disconcerting in itself. The scientist left her coca plant on the pavement as she began running, neatly and swiftly on all fours, along the side of the road where the shadows loomed darkest. Whoever had put a bullet in her purchase would probably next put a bullet in her, and she ran a frenzied gallop, intending to escape if she could.
Dom loved in when they ran, it made them seem even more guilty and guaranteed that they felt guilty about something during their lives. He picked up the pace, going from a walk to a jo to a full out sprint. He had soon gained the ground between him and Muerrin, and slid around the grimy street corner, placing two bullet after her, aiming for her thighs to bring her down. He knew that it would be harder to aim, now that the brandy had gotten to him somewhat. He expected the two shots to miss, and the rest of his ammo as well, so he spent the rest of it random in her general direction, and bolted after her, reloading as he ran. If none of his shots hit he knew he would have to catch up to her before he could take her out. <span style='color:gray'>Run evildoer, run...</span> He wheezed, as his old frame shook under the pounding of his feet. He was starting to lose ground now, his old stamina giving out on him. He just hoped she was getting tired as well...
Muerrin's eyes flew open as the first bullet whizzed past her, narrowly missing her right thigh, then another close to her ear. Gritting her teeth she began to run faster, her assailant unloading round after round of ammo in her general direction. His aim was wild, but his intent was clear; Muerrin didn't particularly feel like dying this night, so she stepped on the acceleration. Her paws pounded pavement, legs pumping to keep her weight slicing through the cold air as bullets pierced the night around her. One lucky bullet managed to glancingly strike her, tearing a shallow ridge in the skin on the surface of her left hind leg. It would leave her a scar but otherwise was a trivial wound, however it was enough to surprise the terrified 'dragon, tripping her. Her hind legs gave out, letting her weight fall messily to the ground, chin hitting the pavement with a sharp crack. The impact made her head reel, but Muerrin drew herself up once more, slowly and shakily. Concentrating on the rhythm of her legs, Muerrin started to run again, but the twinge of pain in her canter forced her to move slower than before.
When she tripped, Dom could see victory in sight, he stepped up his pace, now moving in bounding leaps that made his ancient frame shake with each landing. He was crossing ground quickly, and as he bounded forwards, he reached into the inside chest pocket of his trenchcoat and drew 7 bullets from it. He didn't notice as one of the bullets was glass with a strange greenish fluid inside. He continued to run, and after reloading, skidded to a halt, and levelled his gun at her back. He wouldn't miss again... The strange green fluid bullet was the first bullet in the chambers, and it streaked towards Muerrin at a high velocity, a perfect trajectory for her back...
Muerrin couldn't explain exactly how the last gunshot sounded different from the others, but it did. This registered in her mind, oddly, in the split second between the bullet's departure from its barrel and it meeting its destination, just below her right shoulder blade. The 'dragon shrieked at the explosion of pain in her back, not a single dull, ripping impact but what felt like thousands of tearing needles, or shards. Immediately her legs discontinued their frenzied gate, her body swinging forward to fall jarringly hard on her left shoulder. She slid a short ways across the pavement before she came to a full stop, frozen, unable to move herself out of sheer incapacitating terror that numbed her whole body. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>If Muerrin dies from this... I'll be very unhappy. It's her first thread, and not to mention four days before her birthday! XD</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>It's one of Dom's "specialty" rounds, non lethal, trust me... Har Har...</td></tr></table> Dom slowed to a walk as he caught up with his downed victim. He checked her back, and sure enough, it was only a stupid shock tranq, one of several custom rounds made to shut down the victims nerve endings for a limited amount of time. The bullet was made to freeze the target, either for transport or eradication. Dom flipped the chamber to make sure there was a normal round, and then aimed it towards Muerrin's head. <span style='color:gray'>No, it's a dishonorable way to die...</span> He muttered, loud enough so that Muerrin, even in her crippled state, would be able to hear. He gently crouched down and flipped her over, so she lay on his back, and he stalled for a moment, studying the fact that she was so young... He reconsidered, and then holstered his gun, after slipping a regular bullet into the single empty chamber. He drew a syringe from his trenchcoat and after checking it and swishing it around, he gently pressed it into her neck, releasing the antidote through her bloodstream. She would slowly regain her ability to move, although it would take a minute or two to stop the trembling. He hoisted her up with one hand, and stared down at her solemnly. <span style='color:gray'>Why was a youngin like you buying drugs like that at this time of night? Don't you realise you have the rest of your life ahead of you?</span> He spoke the words harshly, like a judgement, hoping to scare some sense into the girl, and deter her from the lifestyle he assumed she had chosen...
Muerrin was barely aware of what was going on as she couldn't turn her head to see, and all she could tell was that a dark figure loomed over her menacingly. When he spoke something it was barely perceptible to her dulled hearing, something about dishonorable and die, which only confirmed her swelling fear that tonight was her last night on this beautiful world. She was then turned over on her back, giving her a view of the sprawling sky and her assailant, outlined against the stars. Muerrin was in no condition to study his features, however at a glance she could tell he was elderly. Elderly but youthful in his intensity as he looked down loathingly at her. So this was the face of her doom. Not unpleasant, really. His next action confused the paralyzed 'dragon, though. He bent down to insert a syringe into her neck, apparently filled with some fluid that immediately unlocked her body, for the next thing she knew she was lifted to her hind paws. Her legs supported her, but barely - they shivered and shook dangerously, threatening to give out and let her fall to the street once again. When he spoke to her in strong, serious tones, his words seemed to increase the gravity around her, making her feel slightly faint from a mixture of the tranquilizer and dangerously high levels of adrenaline. "I-I-I..." she stammered, trembling so hard she could barely speak. "I n-needed Ery- Erythro- Erythrox... cocaine f-for a medical s-study. It h-has p-p-possible potential as a... a mood s-stabilizer."
That of a young red 'dragon dashed out from the darkness and threw his shoulder into the elder pendragon that gunned down the lady 'dragon. The red pendragon lifted himself up looking towards the elder 'dragon he just knocked down. "Where does a fellow pendragon get his jollies off shooting that of defenseless pendragons?" He spoke spatting on the ground approaching the elder pendragon with fire burning in his black eyes. He came to a stop inches from the elder turning his head back towards the female seeing that she was alright before turning his attention back towards the gunner. The serpent tip of his tail came up over his shoulder and flicked out a fork tongue at him before opening it's mouth with long fangs extending into a hiss. "I should just kill you now and save this lady the trouble of you following her any longer." He spoke approaching the elder 'dragon again with his Tmu tail hissing and drooling with vemon. <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>If this doesn't play well into the rp, you can just go around it and not consitter it. ;) </td></tr></table>
<span style='color:gray'>A growl erupted from the silence as a form slowly appeared between the two pendragons. She stood in front of the elder, snarling, flashing ivory fangs at the brute in front of her. She didn't care what the elder did, he was only doing his job. He was only doing what came to his instinct of mind. Her left good eye held a glaring anger as she glared at the other. She was not at all afraid of him. "Back away from Father brute." She said sternly in a warning tone. Willing to protect her grandfather no matter what. Her gaze traveled towards the other fae, before back to the brute in front of her.</span>
He glared down on her and took a step back reaching out one hand towards her. "This is between me and the elder 'dragon. I have no beef with you." He spoke to her giving his own growl as he kneeled down along side the downed female reaching his red furred paw against her shoulder. Amano was clearly going to have to defend this female against more than a drunken old cowboy, now his apparent daughter. "Keep the drunken fool away from her...and I won't cause you or him any harm." He spoke to them but in the back of his mind, those words of his would be twisted and thought of opposite of what he meant.
<span style='color:gray'>Rogue grit her fangs and growled once more. She shook her head at his words. She was not worried about herself, she never did. She slowly slunked to her haunches and calmed herself as she kept her focus on the other. "Not of my concern? Thats funny I remember seeing you burst in to protect the fae. So I have a right to do the same." She snorted and rolled her shoulders into a shrug. "I'm not worried." She simply said.</span>
There was a laugh from behind Rogue, and a gun poked out from atop Rogues shoulder. Dom waltzed out, both his guns pointed directly between Amano's eyes. <span style='color:gray'>Now Now, I think we've come to a little misunderstanding here... I was ORIGINALLY going to kill the girl, thinking she was an evildoer, as my self proclaimed job is killing the evil that corrupt and kill the innocent. She purchased a bundle of cocaine, and I thought she was an addict, making the streets a filthier place, so I attacked her, but due to it being a bit late, and me putting back a brandy or two, my accuracy has dwindled a tiny bit. I am by no means drunk, and since then, I've only shot her with a special "LockJaw" round. I just gave her the antidote and she should be fine now. She was just explaining herself before you attacked me. Have mercy on this Poor old Gunslinger will you? Or do I have to turn this street into a graveyard?</span> He stood in front of Rogue now, protecting his grandaughter from harm that might come her way. He might be an old man of 75, but he was just as quick and powerful as any young adventurer that came his way... His guns remained frozen in place, ready to dart to the side at any time to steal Amano's life at any moment... He wasn't called the Gunslinger for nothing...
It was plain that Muerrin's evening was ruined. So far she'd been involved in a drug deal, chased and shot at, paralyzed, vaccinated, and interrupted by two suspicious shadow lurkers who apparently meant good but were in the process of doing a great deal of harm. She no longer knew what the hell was going on, but, in fact, did not care, because on top of it all the tranq's residue in her blood stream was making her feel quite dizzy and exhausted. It seemed that she was being defended by a young, venemous male, while her assailant himself was being defended by a young, fiery female. Where did these 'dragons come from? Muerrin's brain reeled from the effort of attempting to comprehend the chaotic last several minutes of her life. "Can I... can I go now?
Amano looked back at the elder asshole without a so much as a blink. He felt the threats...empty...cold...meanless. He only wanted to get ouf of the market with the female still in one piece and alive. He didn't come here on this night to kill someone...but if the old bugger insisted on playing John Law, then he as going to bring down a whole hail storm of shit on them both. A bellowed growl came from within in Amano's gut as he released a hiss like a serpent take a step back slowly waving the other away with one hand. He was wheeling and ready to change if it was to be called for.
<span style='color:gray'>She tilted her head as the gun was atop of her shoulders. She shook her head, watching as Dom was in front of her now. She pinned her ears and narrowed gaze. She listened to him speak, before watching the other's actions. She snorted and padded up beside Dom and then looked to the fae. "Go ahead, ain't nobody stopping you." She replied as she turned away and padded a few paces away from the group.</span>
Dom grinned and then holstered both his guns. <span style='color:gray'>Unless you're an evildoer, I ain't gonna kill you kid, so unless you want to fess up to a crime and get executed for it,..</span> He trailed, off, before glancing over to Muerrin. <span style='color:gray'>Sorry miss, it appeared as though you were a addict, even if it was fer research, you shouldn't be hanging around these parts, as you can see they can get quite dangerous at night. You can go freely, I promise I won't shoot at you again... heh heh...</span> He turned to Rogue. <span style='color:gray'>Kid, thats the what, third time you've saved my skin? I owe you three now... How bout I buy you a drink instead?</span> He made as if to leave, yet a shot pierced the silent night, and a bullet bounced off the asphalt by Dom's foot. "Hey Gunslinger! You're gonna pay for what you did to Joe!" A crowd of young pendragons began walking towards them, all brandishing crude firearms, such as revolvers, handguns, and shotguns. They meandered over, until the group faced the others. One of the gang was dragging the corpse of the young 'dragon Dom killed earlier after the kid tryed to mug him. Dom sighed, and held up his hands, revealing his weapons weren't drawn. <span style='color:gray'>As soon as I move, get the others out of here...</span> He whispered in Rogue's ear and then dropped his hands. <span style='color:gray'>Listen fellas, I have no clue what you're taking about! I've never seen him before in my life! This is all just a big misunderstanding, so if you'd let me get out of your way...</span> He began inching to the side of the street, but another bullet bouncing near his foot from the leader stopped him in his tracks. Dom sighed loudly and crouched down. The gang tensed, but before they could move, the leader was dead on the ground with a bullet centered directly between his eyes. Dom grinned at them maniacally, almost pleading with them to run, but they only glared back at him, growling, and their firearms were soon centered on him. Dom nodded to Rogue, and then dashed off down a dark alley, amidst a hail of gunfire. He took a hit in the shoulder, but staggered on, concealing himself in the shadows. The gang chased him, stampeding into the alley, firing wildly at anything that moved, even the rats...
<span style='color:gray'>She tilted her head slightly as he spoke to her, ingoring the other for a few moments. She chuckled slightly and shook her head. "I don't really drink.." She was cut off as the bullet strayed near Dom. She pinned her ears and narrowed her gaze, growling lowly. She shook her head once more as she eyed Dom. She snorted and watched the others silently. She looked to Amano for a few moments and then Muerrin and then back to Dom. She watched him run, watching the group following him. She smirked and focused a few moments, creating a shadowy barrow for Dom, allowing him to be safe. She looked to the others and eyed them. "Come on." She says as she took a few paces away from them.</span>
