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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 28, 2015 17:24:33 GMT -8
The moon light spilled onto the concrete, between the breaks of buildings. Timothy stood at the entrance of an alley, concealed by the darkness. His eyes searched for the signs of anyone coming towards him. The assignment was easy enough: check out the warehouse, if there is hostility do not engage, report back. When given the assignment, Timothy told he would be partnered with an old ketsuki who had been in the organization for a really long time.
(Only if Shadow wants: )
Another younger member had said to Timothy, "Yeah, the old man is blind and well over a thousand years, or so I've heard. He's been put on... quieter missions, y'know Wright?"
His eyes fell on the ground and he adjusted the scarf around his neck before tucking his nose into the fabric. The night's chill flushed his cheeks. 'Quieter missions", eh? Poor guy. They were focusing on the fact that this guy is old, and that he's blind, but after all these years, hasn't he been taking care of himself well enough?
Some other guy's life isn't something Timothy should worry about. It was about time that Timothy asked for vacation. He could visit his sister's and Alan's grave.
Timothy shifted his weight from one foot to the other and pulled out a slip of paper, making sure that he had the address correct. Maybe he was just early. If this guy wasn't his senior, Timothy would have told him a thing or two about keeping him waiting. A breath left Timothy. By this point, he just wanted to get this all over with. Except he knew better than to just to go on his own. A cold breeze pressed into his back and made his hair askew. Not that it mattered too much. Timothy hardly ever paid attention to what his silvery hair was doing.
Sighing, Timothy closed his eyes and let his head fall back. Maybe punctuality wasn't necessary. He should start coming to these things later. Maybe he shouldn't come painfully early.
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Post by Dina Doo on Apr 30, 2015 6:39:17 GMT -8
As Gabriel made his way through the cold night, his irritation was enough to warm him. He was usually a calm soul, but he found himself growing more and more irritated with the organization he worked with. They sent him out on a rookie mission. Gabriel had devoted his entire life to his higher ups and served their cause without fail. He served as head of their cavalry unit in times of great battles and led them to victory. Now he was an old fragile man who apparently needed to be coddled. Why ride horses anymore when you could simply drive? Why wield a sword when you could simply shoot at your opponent from affair?
The ancient ketsuki breathed in the cool air, forcing himself to calm down. He thought of other things, wondering if Malcolm was safe where he had left the boy. Should he have left the boy? What if something had happened to him? What if someone came after Malcolm? His stomach tightened with raw anxiety, an issue he has dealt with since he was a boy. That thought process wasn't helping either...
Gabriel drew closer to the (building?), to where his current mission led him. His ghostly purple eyes darted around until he caught sight of another man, presumably his assigned partner. No doubt he was young. No doubt he was as hot headed and eager to show him up just like the others. "You, there," Gabriel called as he steadily approached the figure. "You're the young one they sent to assist me on this mission, yes?"
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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 30, 2015 13:35:54 GMT -8
Timothy straightened when he saw another man headings towards him. Even before he heard the man's voice, his senses went off and immediately told him what any normal man could see: this man was blind. Judging by the clean cut, the blade was either remarkably fast, or painfully accurate. He winced under the man's call, though he shouldn't be so worried about making noise. This mission was a "quiet" one, a break for Timothy after the last few that he's been on. Letting out a breath, Timothy blinked away his senses and said, "Yes, sir. Timothy Wright."
Timothy Forester, actually. "Here to check out a warehouse to make sure it's clean. There has been a rise of missing animals around the place, among those are animal partners. Just recently an anigma disappeared. I trust you're all caught up with this?" His blank gaze searched Gabriel's face before falling down to the toes of the man's shoe. Why would anyone think he was unable to handle harder missions? The man carried himself with sure footing, and didn't seem frail in the least. "Do you rely simply on hearing, or do your senses help you?" Maybe Timothy shouldn't ask, but his senses told him that there was no way this guy should be walking without a cane.
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Post by Dina Doo on Apr 30, 2015 14:49:32 GMT -8
One of Gabriel's brows perked. "If you think my apparent handicap will inhibit me on this mission, then you've chosen a poor way to start this temporary partnership." The ketsuki walked away from Timothy, heading towards the warehouse with a gait of a man who knew where he was going. "Come on, we should go. Are you armed?" But he didn't bother glancing back at Timothy as he spoke. "I haven't had a reckon mission in some time," he muttered, mostly to himself. Dina is sorry.
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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 30, 2015 15:06:57 GMT -8
Timothy's brows lowered and he watched the man walk in front of him. Touchy about that, are we? A sigh left Timothy and he shook his head, "You misunderstood me." Not that it mattered. Soon they would be parting ways, and Timothy would be on his own. Again. His heart felt heavy. Instead of focusing on sorrowful thoughts, he began to wonder what his coworkers spoke of him behind his back. "Always armed, sir," Timothy said quietly, his hand moving to the hilt of his sword. While he had been trained with a gun, Timothy preferred his sword. Plus, he wasn't the best shot. "Do you have eyes in the sky, sir?" Timothy inquired, wondering if this guy knew he didn't work with bats.
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Post by Dina Doo on Apr 30, 2015 18:45:18 GMT -8
"No, I.. have no ability to use bats. The creatures go as far as to avoid me." Perhaps if Cloudy wants, they were near the building now, maybe close enough to scale the wall. Gabriel wasn't accustomed to infiltration jobs. Scouting, perhaps, but not sneaking. Was it silly of him to just use the door? Maybe, if he was able to find the door, surprisingly unlocked, the ancient ketsuki pushed the door open slowly, cautiously, and he listened. The massive abandoned warehouse was abandoned, quiet, save for the sound of... crying? Gabriel peered further into the warehouse and caught sight of a young girl sobbing sadly against the cold concrete. Perhaps this was the missing anigma the reports spoke of?
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Post by clouds just clouds on Apr 30, 2015 19:10:01 GMT -8
Timothy was just about to hoist himself up to slip through a window when he heard the sound of a door opening. His eyes snapped over to see his clever partner already opening the door. Abandoning the window, he pulled out a knife and stood behind Gabriel. After looking behind them, Timothy stepped closer to Gabriel and then slipped inside, heading towards the girl. After sheathing his knife, he held up his hands. "It's alright. We're not here to hurt you. We're hear to help..."
The girl let out a watery sentence that Timothy couldn't decipher.
Stepping over to her, he crouched down and leaned closer. "What did you say? Miss, is everything okay-" Pain exploded in his abdomen and he let out a surprised gasp.
The girl let out a laugh and whispered in Timothy's ear, "I hope you die." She stood and sprinted away, calling out, "Two! There's only two!"
Timothy pulled the knife from his abdomen, agony flashing bright lights into his vision. The knife clattered to the floor and Timothy pressed his hands against the wound, quick gasps of air leaving him.
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Post by Dina Doo on May 1, 2015 18:28:56 GMT -8
The girl had dashed away before Gabriel even had time to properly react to her attacking his partner, who he had followed into the warehouse. She had fled and he released the hilt of his sword he had no idea he had reached for. The ancient ketsuki wrapped his arms under Timothy's and attempted to drag the injured man behind cover, perhaps a wall of rusting crates. If this had all been done, Gabriel knelt down and went to press his hands to the wound to create pressure. He couldn't see the blood, but he could feel it, he could smell it. Gods, what help he had been. "We don't have time to treat the wound.. If she's called in reinforcements, we'll likely have to fight our way out. Do you have anything I can use as a tourniquet?"
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Post by clouds just clouds on May 1, 2015 19:16:24 GMT -8
Pain filled Timothy when the man moved him. He clamped his mouth shut to not cry out in pain. Letting out a breath, Timothy looked up at Gabriel hazily. What if he was going to die? His hand reached up to grasp his scarf. "Sir," Timothy felt his eyes begin to water. "I-I have a very i-important request..." He pulled off his scarf and pushed it into Gabriel's chest. "T-This scarf... it belonged to one of my p-parents... I-I..." Important facts, he needed to get the important facts out. "I need you to deliver this scarf to an abandoned house, th-the house... it's..." Timothy managed to squeeze out where the house was. "Please? Just... please do that for me?"
Shouts filled the warehouse, "Where are they!?"
Taking in a breath, Timothy looked at Gabriel. "You need to get out of here, a-and tell them that there are hostiles. You need to get out." Gun shots rang out, but they were warnings. The group didn't know they were there. He turned his head and started looking around for an escape for Gabriel. A warehouse had to have multiple doors, right?
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Post by Dina Doo on May 2, 2015 9:57:27 GMT -8
The fact that the address Timothy gave was eerily close to the place he and his wife had once lived and attempted to start a family did not faze Gabriel. It did, actually, but it wasn't relevant at the moment. Their assailants would be on them any moment now-
His calloused hands ran over the soft fabric of the scarf as he pulled it away from his chest when he felt a rather peculiar design that had been carefully stitched/embroidered near the end of the fabric. No, it wasn't peculiar. It was familiar. He remembered her taking his hands and hers and tracing his fingers across the design she had added just for him. In the heat of the moment with gunshots sounding overhead, Gabriel was brought home to simpler quiet times.
Where had this young man gotten something so personal to him? Had the home Timothy mentioned been his? Had this rat stumbled upon the abandoned home and dug through the dust and cobwebs for anything he could find?
Gabriel felt compelled to ask now, but it could wait. It could wait.
The man pulled away from Timothy and stood, though he knelt for a brief moment in an attempt to hoist Timothy up onto his feet. If they could just sneak their way through the alleyways the crates created, they might be able to make it. "When we get out of here, you make go there yourself," he hissed into Timothy's ear, only if he had been able to hoist the man up. "And you owe me an explanation."
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