Avalon’s Sunday night odd encounter(Eloa)
Date: 2025-09-14 03:56
(Avalon’s Sunday night odd encounter(Eloa):Eloa)
[Sun Sep 14 2025]
On Mariner Avenue/span>/spannight, about 58F(14C) degrees, and the sky is partly covered by thin white clouds. The mist is heaviest At Plymouth and Colonial/span>/span There is a waning gibbous moon.
(Your target is abducted in their sleep, waking up alone in a locked room. They need to either escape or draw attention to them so their allies can come and provide assistance.
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“Yes… His favorite is tall fescue although normally that only if for pregnant mares.” Eloa tells Avalon proudly. She pets the horse and the two of them chitchat for a little bit longer when a mist starts to creep onto the street. It creeps rather quickly actually and Avalon’s acute sense of smell warns him about something.. in the mist before the two of them crumble to the ground asleep.
When Avalon wakes up, he is alone in a musty old jailcell made of stone walls. He’s lying on a bed of straw on the stone. Nice and hard. A nice neutralizing collar has been snapped around his neck and his arms have been tied up behind of him at the wrists with some strong rope. He can see a prison door with one of those bar grills that allows guards to look inside. There’s a bucket on the side for ones waste… and a very small grilled bar that presumably is a duct or for air flow near the very bottom one of one of the walls.
Avalon takes a good couple seconds to find his orientation after waking up, blinking and glancing around as his senses come back to him. Upon seeing the apparent prison, he stands to his feet with a little jump, and then proceeds to wobble because his body is a bit weighty, and it comes with it. Taking a couple moments to look around, the best option the muscle head seems to come up with is to, since his legs are the only thing not tied up, throw a frontal kick towards the door of his confinement
BANG! Avalon makes a loud ruckus and there’s a equally loud BANG, when a guard comes to tap on Avalon’s door. “Keep it down!” The man’s voice is rough and Avalon is left in silence for a moment before another face looks through the bars. Hideous on one side with scars and as pretty as can be on the other, a woman with fire red locks of hair and amber eyes looks in on the bars. “Oooh this is the bear we’ve been getting reports about? How wonderful. I had always wondered if you skinned a shifter if the fur stays shifted.. And that would make a magnificent rug indeed.” She proclaims amusedly as she waves her fingers at Avalon not unlike someone trying to get someone’s attention at a bar. “Hello! Do you know if I keep the shifter alive after skinning them the fur turns back to skin? Do I have to kill you as I skin to make sure it stays nice fur?” She asks him as if it wasn’t him whose been skinned.
Avalon stares at the woman at the other side of the confinement for a good couple seconds, before telling her dryly “Well, newsflash Cruella…” Apparently the Hundred and One Dalmatians is old enough for the man to know it, and it’s only from the fifties! “I won’t be able to shift while bound, confined, or neutralized” He says in turn nodding his head in an attempt towards his back, then the walls around him, and finally lowering his chin to tap onto the collar “So you’ve got to worry about that first…”
“Oh that is no problem.” The woman purrs as she looks upon Avalon with those amber eyes that look like they belong to a wolf. “When we’re ready for the skinning we’ll take you out to the yard, set you free, throw down a taser dart or 20 and then chain you up while you can’t move. And add a little natrualizer….” She rubs her hands together gleefully while smiling at Avalon. “You’ll be prime for the skinning. I do enjoy skinning people alive. I find the skin is just… different.. It’s more full of suffering.” She purrs as she puts her hand on her chest as if reliving such an occurance.
“That’s what you do for werewolves…” Avalon goes to point a finger accusingly against the door, only to find his arms bound behind his back, seemingly more concerned with spiting or correcting the woman back instead of really solving his current situation, instead, he kicks the door again, knowing she’s right behind it “Take me outside and remove everything, see if I shift… And even if I do, use a naturalizer, and I’m back to simply human”
“Oh no that’s a neutralizer honey pie. A naturalizer is a bit different but you are right in that you suffer less if I naturalize you. An animal would just be scared of being tied up.. while you know what I want to do with your skin.” The woman smiles gleefully at her own idea. “Now pipe it down or we’ll give you a few samples of what the taser darts feel like.. Before your time hmm?” She looks thoughtful for a moment and then seems to reconsider her own words. A taser gun is brought up through the bars and PZZZZZZZZ the dart painfully embeds in Avalon’s shoulder and shocks him for a good minute while the red haired woman drinks in his suffering through the bars.
Avalon groans and shudders in, well, pain, it’s electricity going right into him, even letting out some loud growl at some point as he goes through it. The moment it stops, he bends forward a tiny bit, huffing as he takes in some air, needing a moment of rest before resting his foot on the door of the cell, this time without the impact, simply laying it on it. Then he seem to duck his head, and try to lean the shoulder towards it, attempting to bite onto the cables that should connect dart to gun, and to jank from them, using the door as leverage, seemingly not caring about the fact that the wires could mangle his mouth, or electrocution might be more severe now
Avalon manages to pull the dart out of his shoulder with his mouth! And it’s a dart so it’s kindof attached to the taser… which gets turned on again as Eloa giggles while the shock of the electricity forces Avalon’s jaw to clench uncontrolably. Cackling a little – or a not, the clearly demonblooded woman hugs herself in her latex catsuit and makes a noise of delight. “Wonderful. Looking forward to skinning you. I have to go do more research about wether or not we can keep you alive during the skinning. To-do-loo. And KEEP IT DOWN.” She tells him wagging a finger at him as she pulls the dart back and promptly deposits the gun in the hands of a guard. The footsteps of the two of them walking away are heard…
The moment the woman is gone, it’s time for Avalon to start assessing the situation once more, since it seems making noise isn’t really going to cut it. And, the bucket being the only available resource for him to try and use. But assuming that the metal on the bucket is likely not sharp for obvious reasons, instead he presses it against a wall, to then proceed to kick it hardly against the rock confinement, probably creating loud clank sounds, but in the process trying to chip away some end of the edge, just trying to get a sharp surface on the thing
“Avalon… Is that you?” Eloa’s voice floats through the air vent on the wall! Maybe the bars actually lead through to the outside but they are rather tiny.. like a hand could fit through kindof tiny. The girl’s voice is soft, whispered so might even be lost in the clang of the buckets.
Normally, Avalon would have heard the latina woman on the other side, but Avalon is used to having much better hearing, which he doesn’t have while neutralized, and he’s going pretty insistently at the bucket, chipping away little by little in order to create some sort of sharp edge, hoping to get it soon enough in order to then use it to try and cut the ropes slowly
“Psst… Avalon?” The girl tries again, whispering a bit louder over the clanging although, the loud noises are starting to get the guard’s attention again! Avalon can hear … well if he can’t hear Eloa, he probably can’t hear the guards coming but soon there’s some banging on his door. “I SAID SHUT IT. You want more taser?” The guard threatens and fires another taser dart at Avalon Like shooting goldfish in a barrel Avalon can try to dodge but it doesn’t take long before one of the darts land in the bare cage. Huffing, the guard withdraws the dart again and walks away. Waiting until the guard is gone, Eloa throws a small rock through the bars. “Hey!” She hisses! Hopefully before Avalon starts banging away again!
Avalon does indeed at least try and dodge it, and at least thanks to the interruption, he can hear Eloa muttering, glancing around for a moment or two before approaching the little space there is to breath from, and asking “Eloa? Are you out there?”
“Yes! Is that you Avalon?” Eloa’s voice lowers again to quite quiet because well, Eloa is risking the guards finding her hidden in a bush here infront of a grill in some random factory building! “Uhhh what is something only Avalon would know um…… How many days where you in hospital in brazil!” Eloa calls down as if expecting him to remember.
“I don’t know, that was a long time ago… Do you think I keep track of every time I need to recover? I’d have gone insane” Avalon replies to Eloa, probably not as subtle as the girl when speaking, but right after that, to confirm his identity he repeats the very thing he was telling her about before this whole thing “Your stupid horse is going to die one day and you’re going down in the mist with it”
“Pfft clipclop is not going to die! Okay how do we get you out? Can you shift?” Eloa calls out down because she can’t really see Avalon given the angle and the bars are kindof… reallyyy low down against the ground. “Wait shhh.” The latina girl hushes Avalon as she must be crouching in the bushes or something and then a few minutes later, she pipes up again, “Oh phew the guards are talking about preparing to skin a bear! At least we have time!”
“The bear is me… Have you seen my beard and my belly?” Avalon says, using the completely wrong acception of the word bear, before informing Eloa “I am tied… Neutralized, and in a place small enough to shift…” He comments towards the window with a good couple nods “So unless you have a way to topple this wall, and remove the rope and the collar…”
“Pfft a wolverine is not a real bear even if it is as fierce as bear!” Eloa informs Avalon still not understanding that Avalon IS the bear as she scrunches down against the bars. There’s some soft noises and then… a tiny tinee otter wriggles it’s way through the bars, looking up at Avalon from lying on it’s back on the ground as Eloa continues to wriggle through.
Avalon blinks a couple times at the intruding otter, moving to a side to leave some space, pressumably for the animal to drop to the ground the ground once it makes its way inside. There’s a glance on the man towards the door through which he spoke with the redhead woman moments before, and then he tells Eloa(L.provocax), a bit lower in voice “I’m not sure if it’ll work, but if you get this off me, I might have a way to break this whole cell… But you’ll have to scurry out or end up smashed in the process”
The otter slides out along the floor because the vent is on the floor! And then turns back into Eloa, a fully clothed Eloa, thankfully enough. Eloa gives a glance towards the door nervously and reaches up to try to break Avalon’s collar although it is quite firmly locked. “Ummmmm.” She tells him as she tries to poke it a bit, “Also what do you mean end up smashed in the process?” She hisses, apparently not liking that part of the plan.
“Just get this off me…” Avalon huffs in response, nodding his head towards the bucket “Hit it a couple times if you need to…” He says completely disregarding the closeness of the thing to break and his face “And once I am free to move… Get out of the cell to avoid being smashed…”
Eloa looks at the bucket. Then looks at Avalon. Then looks at the bucket. Then at Avalon. Then at her armband. “Okay going to try something…” She tells Avalon, rubbing her fingers together, “Please… don’t die.” Die? Why is Avalon going to di- Oh. Lightning starts to collect around Eloa and Eloa scrunches her face up going a bit like oh my god please don’t hit me, kindof expression. Before a giant flash of lightnig hits Avalon It unfortunately also gives him the same effect of the tazer except stronger… but it does make the collar click open and fall to the ground, it’s circuits overshot as it’s the point of contact. Eloa with a wincing expression on her face pokes Avalon to see if he’s still alive.
Avalon has already fallen to the ground, half fried, and not feeling his own regeneration or supernatural toughness until the moment the collar snaps open… So for a couple seconds he’s simply laid on the ground, probably letting off some faint burnt scent, before in what seems more like a growl than words, he doesn’t even ask, he commands of her “Untie my hands and get out…”
“Oh god you’re going to get all stinky aren’t you.” Eloa has a horrified expression on her face as she goes to cut Avalon’s bindings with her dagger, setting him free, “Okay Eloa am out of here!” She tells Avalon, turning back into a otter and wriggling her way back through the tiny cage bars until she pops out. There’s a tiny rustling of bushes as presumably the otter is trying to get away from the walls!
Avalon then takes a deep breath, still recovering from getting hit by literal lightning while neutralized, but thankfully superpowers are back to make the process faster. And moments later he starts shifting. Body growing out of proportion, getting covered in hair as he starts to take the shape of a bear… Except it doesn’t stop growing, and growing, to the point the cell feels small… And normally when not having room to shift, the shifter is simply unable to change, but at this point, the change is almost done, and using that last bit of growth he uses his own body to pressure and pop the walls of the confinement to the sides, exploding it from the inside
BANG! Well the bang this time is alot louder as the entire building kindof topples, walls after walls going boom like dominos and someone can only hope that there weren’t any other prisoners in there because they’re going to be pancakes because of him. The legion guard is also squashed by falling stone however the red haired woman is no where to be seen. Although, it might be her in the distance arranging some kindof correl or ring. A bunch of guards turn towards someone in the distance, pointing at him and it may be best to run given they are wayyyy out numbered!
BANG! Well the bang this time is alot louder as the entire building kindof topples, walls after walls going boom like dominos and someone can only hope that there weren’t any other prisoners in there because they’re going to be pancakes because of him. The legion guard is also squashed by falling stone however the red haired woman is no where to be seen. Although, it might be her in the distance arranging some kindof correl or ring. A bunch of guards turn towards Avalon in the distance, pointing at him and it may be best to run given they are wayyyy out numbered!
BANG! Well the bang this time is alot louder as the entire building kindof topples, walls after walls going boom like dominos and Avalon can only hope that there weren’t any other prisoners in there because they’re going to be pancakes because of him. The legion guard is also squashed by falling stone however the red haired woman is no where to be seen. Although, it might be her in the distance arranging some kindof correl or ring. A bunch of guards turn towards Avalon in the distance, pointing at him and it may be best to run given they are wayyyy out numbered!
Eloa meanwhile has shifted back to a human, looking bright eyed up at the giant bear. “oooh something to pet.
Sadly, Avalon(Ursus Arctos Middendorffi) doesn’t have the empathy to care about dead people unless it’s someone he deems useful, so there’s not much loss for him there. The giant bear, easily the size of a bus, makes a point of standing in its hint legs, not content with deloshing the building, also taking another swing at it, as if to throw the debris directly over the people that might be chasing them. Before landing on the ground, surely making it at least shiver, and following the running Eloa, clearly slow due to the impressive size, and punishing the petting comment by approaching its open mouth and letting a way too big blob of saliva land straight on the latina
“Ewww!” But Eloa doesn’t seem to mind, she reaches out to pet the bear anyways as the two of them make their getaway!
Some running, some bush beating and they find themselves back on the road. Looks like it was a temporary camp set up with some kindof earth magic so that the legion could prepare for their takeover of bayview. Uh oh.
Avalon(Ursus Arctos Middendorffi) only unshifts once back at the horses, probably messing a streetlight or a car on their way back, definitely accidentally hitting buildings with its paws, having not been this big in a while, it takes time to get used to it. But once by the horses, bear returns to naked man, and naked man goes to search for his spare clothing on the bags of the animal
(Your target and their allies are charged with tracking down a supernatural criminal on the run from the factions, what they do with them then is up to the players to decide.
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“Very sure. But costs too much to bother refilling and maybe it just tells me I should try and look for something else. Not intending to pay close to… a lot.” Lykaia admits, making a shake of her head. “Seven weeks worth of work, if it remained steady.” It is also then that both Eloa’s and Lykaia’s phone gives a ping. For Lykaia it is from the temple and for Eloa it is from the Hand. A new warrant, bounty. It speaks of a man, black short hair, though there is many of course, with a nice picture of him, fortunately, and lists the name as Dirk Washington. The reason to why is not mentioned on the file, but it does come with the request: Track him down and capture. A location is attached, too: New Haven beach cabanas.
“We should really be careful around the the cabana’s.. It’s there where Avalon got captured.” Eloa admits to Lykaia with a frown, her brow knitting. “Wonder if this is a legion guy they’re looking for..” She gives Lykaia another worried look before studying the photo. “Eloa is very bad at recognizing faces…. Maybe we should just wonder towards the disturbance and then look around..”
“Let’s just look around the cabanas. Legion hates me, they tend to throw their haemomancy and telekinesis at me while I’m taking a break from raiding… so if I am rescuing someone I might randomly get pushed around for some reason.” Lykaia admits, making a shake of her head. “So they probably see me as dangerous, and we should be just fine between the two of us, Eloa.”
“If you say sooo. You sound just like Thomas saying ‘it will be fine’ and then him and Matias almost die because buried in sand.” Eloa grumbles as she follows after Lykaia, looking curiously around because well there isn’t THAT many people around early morning in haven.
leads the way on towards the beach, telling Eloa “Is that what Thomas and Matias end up doing? That seems careless. I’m more… weighting it. I don’t think they will try to make another attempt on us and with how much they hate me, they would rather just kill me.” She tells to Eloa, walking on towards the beach, and as Eloa says, not too many people out just yet. She glances around. “Having been assigned to new haven I do regret never studying the books too much. Arcanists are incredibly useful here.”
“Yes but when giant sand worm come up and bury you in sand not very useful. Eloa was trying to dig Matias out and think he kept digging himself deeper. Until he passed out.” Eloa sniffs a bit although her voice is still affectionate as she speaks of the latino. “And then Eloa had to give mouth to mouth to Thomas! Although it was not as sexy as people think….”
places her hands over her face. “That sounds ridiculous. And it never is. It’s supposed to save a life.” She shakes her hand off and she turns back to look at Eloa. Somewhere far behind her, there is a guy to whom the description could fit. Just on his way out of the cabanas. “I have so many questions, Eloa. I do not think you want to answer them. Sandworms? Arcanists being reckless?”
“We were in a city called anupharis! Is big desert and we saw titan bones! The bones were…” Eloa leans back and gestures up towards the sky with her arms waving out, “Thiiiisss big.” Thiiisss seems to be the entire area of the beach infront of them. Eloa doesn’t recognize any man of any description at all, so excited she is telling Lykaia the story.
“And what were you looking to do there?” Lykaia asks, sucking in a breathe. She keeps looking at Eloa while the man happens to come closer, walking into Eloa’s and Lykaia’s direction, probably intending to go to the street. “You can find big bones here, too. Graveyard here in NH has them, too.”
“It is even bigger than the giant’s graveyard. These were titans.” Eloa informs Lykaia and does a bigger arch of her arms trying to encompass more in them. Eloa still doesn’t recognize the man because well she’s crap at recognizing faces. But at least her talking and chatting to Lykaia makes them less suspicious!
“So larger than that. Sounds like people would be living on top of them for overview over the nearby area.” Lykaia answers, her brows lightly pull together, the look in her eyes is, as it always is, hidden behind her sunglasses. It is also then that the man passes Eloa and Lykaia by and the later focuses on him, until making an upnod in his direction to Eloa.
“it is in the desert! No one live there! Is just sandd we rode camels for years!” Eloa’s voice trails off a litte and then continues on stronger as Lykaia points out the man. As soon as she’s passed, Eloa pats herself, frowning. “Oh! We forgot the rice back at the house!” Eloa is a terrible liar and that seems to be all she can think of at the moment.
stares for a moment longer at Eloa, before her baton comes lose. Precious seconds that are lost as the man gets a few more steps in, and then he is already by the street, moving towards a taxi. “We should just whack him, Eloa. Capture is the goal but I doubt anyone gives a shit if we happened to kill him. And I happen to have a rifle on me…” She informs Eloa, starting to move after the guy while unpacking that weapon.
“If that’s what you want.” Eloa tells Lykaia uncertainly, never really the kindof person for violence. To heed off the man though, Eloa sends him a illusion of someone coming out of the taxi towards him! Looking like a temple operative of course and the illusion points at the man from the direction opposite of Eloa and Lykaia, hopefully sending him running straight towards them.
slings the rifle around herself, holding it just as the man turns around, coming running towards Eloa and her, prompting Lykaia to drop the rifle and to start moving towards him. She is fast, the man is not as fast. If anyone were to look at his aura, it is silver but it leads to Lykaia trying to whack him with her baton.
The speed is not so much of an issue, but the man ducks down just in time and evades the hit from Lykaia.
Eloa hangs in the back just incase Lykaia fails but she does put her foot out just incase you know with her fae luck she can trip him.
Eloa turns up to be just a little too slow, and the man just dashes past her while Lykaia in the back rises her rifle to try and fire at the man’s leg.
“Wow he is really fast.” Eloa calls out as Lykaia’s shot misses and she runs behind the man trying to chase him down with her taser to zap him. “Don’t shoot me!!” She insists to Lykaia.
BANG, the shot from Lykaia rings out, and it hits the sand closeby, but not anywhere on the man. Lykaia hears the next bullet clack into the chamber just as Eloa calls on over to not shoot her and dashes in to ZAP the man. He begins to twist around, it is close to a miss but Eloa adjusts just in time and ZAPP. The man comes tumbling down into the sand. Lykaia comes dashing forward and cuffs him. “There there, no more fucking off my dude.” She looks to Eloa “Good work. Want to take him anywhere or we just putting him on the next gate to Venice? Is how it tends to go when multiple factions look for someone.”
Cheering a little as Eloa zaps him so that the man doesn’t have to die via firing squad that is Lykaia, Eloa tumbles a bit but comes back up when she rolls past the spasming man. She holds a taser in one hand as she shrugs up and down towards Lykaia, “El-No idea about any of this or what you’re supposed to do.” The innocent latina tells Lykaia as she looks down at the man. “If you say should drop him off at gate we could do that. What did you even do?” She asks the man who probably isn’t very cooperative.
“N-no! Don’t take me there. They can’t have me!” The man squirms and whines, prompting Lykaia to grab him a little tighter. “Probably fucked with secrecy and then had to find out.” She suggests with the man shaking his head “No, I didn’t! The werewolf killed my family! It had to die!” He claims, being held down by Lykaia. In a glance, he finds no care in her, and so he ends up looking at Eloa instead “You have to believe me!”
“Why don’t you just bring your family back with coins?” Eloa asks the man blankly, “Work hard for pay. Buy coins. Bring family back. What does killing werewolf give you?” The latina asks as she tugs at her sleeve where she scrapped it against the ground with a sigh. “Now you go jail for long time.”
“He’s probably lying anyway, Eloa.” Lykaia suggests, keeping her hold on the man and keeping his face in the sand. “Tend to talk all kind of shit to try and get out of this anyway. Wouldn’t piss off multiple factions just for that. You taking him somewhere or should we just dump him if you got no other questions.” The man grits his teeth, and of course denies it, claiming “I am not lying!”
“Well uhhh we can just take him to the court mirror together?” Eloa asks Lykaia squinting a bit, “Or the hand mirror. Eloa is sure you can go into the building with Eloa.. Is should be no problem right?” The latina gives the man a sympathetic look. “It’s okay if you don’t cause issues they will be fair and not hurt you.” Riiiightt? She looks over at Lykaia as if seeking reassurance that indeed will be the case.
laughs to Eloa’s questions and shrugs, much as she can as she starts to lift him up, starting to drag him along. Can’t really carry anyone over her shoulder. “Don’t know. Probably. They got the tools to not give a fuck about non-compliance. Court sounds fine. Let’s just make the trip?”
Given it’s later in the day, they’re probably starting to attract looks and Eloa just nods at Lykaia as she follows long while Lykaia drags the man. “Um maybe we should get uber or taxi… is getting alot of looks…” A few runners jogging early morning run by and slow down gawking probably.
“Sure.” Lykaia says, giving Eloa a look “Will pay for it. You handle that? I don’t exactly know how to… Uber.” The drag dragging goes to the street and the man is screaming. One guy at another corner picks up his phone. He bears a flaming 63 on an armband.
“Um.. you are part.. robot and you don’t know how to use uber?” Eloa asks incredulously as she takes her her phone and starts flipping to order a uber although given how early it is it probably takes a few minutes to get one! “Like isn’t that the point of your AI? You can just be like hey ai order me uber?”
“I could. But I am asking you, Eloa.” Lykaia says, sucking in a deep breathe “Uber is very American, I am not American and usually, transport is organized elsewhere.” The uber is confirmed, and is en route. Just a few minutes out. The guy with the 63 armband is watching and looking to say something urgent into their phone, drawing out a knife from a pocket.
“Eloa is brazilian??” The girl that just got to America a whole 3 months ago asks Lykaia bewilderedly as the uber is confirmed. Putting her hand on her cross, Eloa makes the man on the ground invisible to the man with the armband. “Lyk we’re drawing alot of attention…” She calls out, looking around nervously.
The man with the 63 armband looks surprised, lowers his phone, and then gives a confused look, speaking into their phone again. The knife lowers. “Comes with it. But this is almost normal to New Haven.” Lykaia claims still holding onto the screaming man until then just punching him out. “There, no more screaming. Now we are just… hospital escorting, right? Medical attention.” A black car draws on from down the street.
“Ummm if you say so…” Eloa looks at the plate on her uber app, “Is that car EHH18AH?” She asks Lykaia shaking her head as apparently this is not that normal in new haven. “Maybe um… pick him up and look like yo’ure helping him.. princess carry him or something.” She tells Lykaia as she tries to find the plate from her app.
It is the plate, and the car comes to a stop nearby. The door opens. “Don’t think it matters anymore as she goes on to drag him into the car. “You know, Eloa. Think about a five feet woman carrying a six feet or so man in her arms princess carry.” Lykaia laughs. “Anyway, address is one-one-one market street. Will pay if you do it quicker for us.”
“Yeah but people are used to supernaturals here. Not used to day time kidnapping.” Eloa points out as she slides into the car and waves at the uber driver who is probably looking like they’re going crazy. At least Eloa is sitting next to Lykaia with the man on the other side! “Well at least no one should pay attention to us he is just sleeping right..” She comments with a glance towards the man.
The UBer drives off, it doesn’t speed up, abiding the traffic laws. Especially as they enter Downtown. If someone were to look behind the driving off Uber, there is a van stopping by with several legion soldiers jumping out of the back, looking heavily armed. It would seem Lykaia and Eloa just narrowly escaped them. The rest of the delivery is simple, and by the end of it, Venice credits the court for the capture of someone who’s broken onto secrecy and mass diseased people in other communities by no insignificant amount. The target was primarily werewolves, and then extra anyone around, no matter the cost, with the sweetest smile on his face.
“Thank goodness.” Eloa calls out as they enter the safety of the theatre and go downstairs, still glancing over her shoulder as if legion will appear any time, “Is going to be terrible if Legion manage to take bayview… What if they break into the house.. Eloa hear they can search any house in the borough they want. Take anything they want.” She shakes her head as if terrified.
“Yeah. You could probably stay at the four-oh-four base, or at the court until Bayview is handled.” Lykaia says, making a light nod. “Worst is, Bayview is competed for. Still need this one more push to make it court. Don’t think a lot of people will be happy once the legion goes through here.”
“Oh that’s true Arachne put showers downstairs. But will still need to run home to find clothes.” Eloa sighs softly as she rubs at her arms, “Think would be absolutely terrible if Legion get to go through here though… hear so many bad things.” Shaking her head, Eloa yawns a little, “Is probably time for Eloa to head home.” She hugs the other woman then looks up at Lykaia, “Lykaia… there is enough shadows on your soul okay? One less kill is one less kill. We take what we can get. Even though eloa understand now that sometimes we cannot help it.
shakes her head, “Eloa worry for your soul.” With that and a sad smile, Eloa waves and then walks back up the road towards her house.