Red Derived From Black

Timestamp: Mia, 81380 [night]
Where: Depends
Who: http://shadowlack.com/persona.php?id=689Leehara Sislon</a>
Wearing: thin black jacket over a dark grey tank top, well-worn jeans, black sneakers, sunglasses with no frames around the lenses. Hair held back by a set of oriental ebony sticks.
<span style='color:red'>Warnings: Language, referrances, possible anything 'kay?</span>

It was a good night for a walk in the chaos of the black market. A bit colder than Leah would have liked, but the temperature mattered little against her permanently cool skin. She pushed her sunglasses a bit farther up her muzzle, relishing the fact she did not have to hide her eyes behind her bangs any longer -it had taken a while to convince someone to go out and buy her a pair. She perused the various stalls, some selling jewelry, others selling weapons and other items she could not begin to name. She stopped momentarily when the thin silver phone in her pocket began to ring. She flipped it open and looked at the number, she didn't know it. She turned off the power and slipped it back into her pocket.

Something glinted in the artificial light that shone in sporatic patches of the area. She went over to the stall and looked down through a display case at the item. The weapon was rather impressive, a sword, its hilt glinting silver with intricate black designs that came from a ruby stone. She looked it over and asked to see it. It only took her a few seconds after looking it over closely and running her digits along the blade that it cost more than she would ever make in her exceedingly long life time.

<span style='color:purple'>Who's the maker?</span> She asked.

The stall keeper's eyes shifted uneasily, he'd most likely stolen the blade and was looking to make some decent money.

Instead of waiting for an answer Leah turned on her heel and went off to see what else there was in the expansive territory, but not before she bumped into a darkly-coloured arden.

 

Leah stood up and brushed herself off. She looked at the dark arden and took in his torn clothing and the pauldron over his right arm and the steel-toe capped boots, her eyes flitting like small dragonflies beneath the mirrored shades of her glasses. It took a fraction of a moment for her to process his question.

<span style='color:purple'>Ah...It's something to do isn't it? Not that I could afford anything that they've got here, but it does pass the time.</span> She said.

Although she did have to admit to herself, it did get just a bit boring after a while. She'd scouted out a nightclub, but the line had been exceedingly long and she didn't feel like pulling off any of her usual 'stunts'.

Leah looked at the arden some more, and finally took in the fact that he was rather tall. She wondered to herself how she could have missed that.

<span style='color:purple'>I must be getting old.</span> She joked to herself.

<span style='color:purple'>Name's Leah, mind if i ask why you're here?</span>

 

Leah just nodded when he said that he made his living in the Black Market. She'd known more than her fair share of thieves and criminals and was not all that surprised. What did surprise her when he crouched down and reached for something in or on his boot. She knew the stance, he probably thought she was some spy. She chuckled to herself.

<span style='color:purple'>{I'm unarmed}</span> She thought to him, her voice sliding into his mind.

To prove her point she began to empty her pockets and drop their contents in front of him, probably an unwise desicion, but it may as well have been one of her better intentions so far that night. From her right jeans pocket she pulled out her phone and let that clatter onto the street, not really caring if the inner mechanics stayed intact. From her left pocket she withdrew a gold piece and some lint. She took out her Notsalepua Academy Special Permissions ID from her back pocket and then began to pull out the linings of her jacket pockets to show that there was nothing in them. She unzipped the jacket and reached to an inner pocket, she pulled out a small switch blade that she carried everywhere in Bhim -it was just that kind of a place.

<span style='color:purple'>{Okay, so i'm not unarmed, but the blade wouldn't make a difference}</span> She thought and to prove her point she crouched down and flicked open the blade, it barely came half-way across her palm, not nearly large enough to do any damage.

Using her newfound talent of being able to slightly blur the outer apppearance of her eyes so that the pupils seemed only slightly mis-shapen she pulled her shades down a bit.

<span style='color:purple'>I have no intentions of getting my ass landed in jail for killing anyone.</span> She said, her tone definite, before putting the shades back in their original place atop her muzzle.

 

By now Leah had noticed Korif's jumpiness. When he asked her if she could run quickly she almost laughed. She gathered up her belongings, quickly stuffing them into her pockets and turned to him. He seemed to be listening for something, sure enough in a matter of moments several grunts could be heard on just about all sides of them. The crowd would probably get a few heads knocked if they didn't move.

<span style='color:purple'>Which way?</span> She asked, her voice calm and level as though she was used to this.

She waited impatiently for an answer, when he didn't answer immeadiately she began to look for ways out, her eyes darted from place to place, she saw an identically uniformed 'dragon grunt into a hand mic or to another just about everywhere she looked. She assumed this was who they were going to be running from.

<span style='color:purple'>I ask again: Which way 'cos soon our only option out is up.</span> She said. It was true, chances were if they stood still for any longer there would be no gaps in the circle of 'dragons and they would have to go up.

That might pose a bit of a problem.

 

<span style='color:red'>Do you trust me to, er... manhandle you for a second?</span>

<span style='color:purple'>Well at least he's blunt about it.</span> Leah thought to herself. She knew he wanted her to answer quickly, but she had an inner debate going on...one where voices made their unusual appearance.

<span style='color:purple'>You'll get his memories.
I won't get myself killed.
You'll pass out for a short time.
It's only about 10 seconds.
That's a long time in this place.</span>

Leah sighed, this was going to be a slight problem that may well be the end of them both. Although if it worked -which she wasn't exactly sure it would and she wasn't about to tell him- they'd both live to see another day, or in her case night.

<span style='color:purple'>Trust you? Only enough to let you get us out of here...but you'd better be prepared for one hell of a ride.</span> She said. She would think of some way to pay him back if they both made it out of there.

 

As Korif gripped her arm Leah closed her eyes. She wasn't scared of heights, in fact she love them, but she felt herself beginning to loose a few prime motor functions. Her thoughts became cursing ones as images of Korif's past flashed by her too fast for her to tell what they were, making her feel somewhat sick from the speed of them. She was mildly aware when he touched down and let go of her arm. She landed on her feet and swayed on the spot. She heard him yell for her to hurry up, the words were to loud and it seemed as though he was yelling through a megaphone into her ears.

She tried to move, but found herself involentarily rooted to the ground. It was an odd sensation, she could feel that she was there and her joints felt like she was moving, but she knew she waas just standing still. She tried to open her mouth to explain, but she found that her jaw was temporarily clenched shut. Of all the shit to happen.

<span style='color:purple'>{I'm trying to move just gimme a mo-}

AHA!

</span>Leehara felt her joints actually move. She caught up to Korif easily, running on the balls of her feet. She kept up, knowing that she could have gone faster, but she had no idea as to where the heck they were running.

 

<span style='color:purple'>{Tell them why don't you?}</span> She thought sarcastically to him.

She just kept on running oblivious to the thugs behind them and the 'dragons that she had to push to get out of her way. She had no idea where she was going, all she knew was that she was running away from 'dragons that were probably bulked up to the size of the smaller stalls and that if she stopped they'd probably sink a knife into her or something of the sort... now that she thought of it actually she would in time heal, lest it was a silver blade, but who bothered to carry those anymore. Seriously, you could get USR technology weapons here and those weren't made out of anything like silver.

<span style='color:purple'>Ah well...</span> She sighed quietly to herself as she kept running. Her eyes flicked to a gap between two stalls. She made a sharp trun into it, jostling the glasses she had placed upon her muzzle. She lifted a paw up and pulled them off, letting them clatter behind her.

She reached a dead-end alley way.

<span style='color:purple'>This is so clichè</span> She thought to herself. She stood against the far wall and waited for Korif to catch up. She looked at her surroundings as she waited, her eyes not obstucted by her bangs or the sunglasses she had tossed away. Apparently it was a privilege to be able to see clearly.

 

As Korif dived into her and pushed the both of them through the wall that she had been sure was solid just a second ago she felt like she had passed through a curtain of water although when he helped her up she was quite dry.

She smirked. If anyone at all -short of a Grader- had told her to run through a wall she would have deemed them half crazy and then gone off to the closest straight-jacket sale. She shook her head a bit to move a few stray hairs out of her line of vision and looked around the place. It was rather run-down. The wooden floors were worn and had quite a few scuff marks on them. There weren't many possesions around. Her spider-like pupiled eyes looked from the kitchen alcove to a hallway and finally back to Korif.

She walked over to where he was on the couch and sat down. She quickly got up though, it wasn't anything about the couch, but she felt like something was poking through her wings. She stretched her left wing and looked it over quickly. Nothing she could see. She then extended her right wing and scanned it. One of the stitches was coming undone. She worked at it, pulling it out and the rest of the line so that there was a neat line of holes parallel to one another.

Her furled her wings tightly back into her form and held the white threads. She looked at Korif for a second and then put the sting in her jacket pocket. She unzipped the jacket and shrugged it off.

<span style='color:purple'>Nice place. You mind if I put this here?</span> She said. Hanging her coat on the back of a chair.

 

<span style='color:purple'>Nope, got a dorm in the east and an aparment that i'm free to crash at whenever just outside the black market.</span> She said.

Moving back over to the couch. She slipped off her sneakers and sat next to Korif, one leg curled under her. When he gave her the invitation to stay at his place she almost asked something, only to have her question answered before she could open her mouth to say anything. She laughed.

<span style='color:purple'>Aww...that takes all the fun out of it.</span> She teased, sliding a digit from below his muzzle to his collar bone before pulling her paw back. She looked over at him and smiled darkly.

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class='ooc'><tr><td>Sorry it's so short *curses the purple monkeys that ran away with her imagination*</td></tr></table>

 

She shrugged.

<span style='color:purple'>It really depends, I mean I've got two exams in a few days, but otherwise I'm wandering around the Market until then.</span> She said. She thought she could already feel a question coming up so she answered it as though it were an after-thought.

<span style='color:purple'>I can take care of myself though, got quite a few defencives up my sleeve. Only been trekking around here for most of my life.</span>

She had spent most of her exceedingly long life here, never in the daylight, but she knew her way around, where they sold the best drinks, where she could get weapons or 'cursed' items. The black market lifestyle fit her like a glove. It was what she had always known and what had influenced her somewhat sinful trade choices.

She looked at Korif's arm.

<span style='color:purple'>Sorry if this is rude, but I tend to be rather blunt. What's with the pauldron?</span> She asked.