forum 450 // Private O/O // Closed // Mature-ish?

Started May 11, 2020 by @Mojack group

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“Not really.” Radi answered, his thoughts on the humidity beginning to return.

“Oh? And why would that be?”

He just shrugged, not really wanting to explain it to her. Instead, he answered with a new, unrelated question, after a few moments of silence.
“Mm..Do you have any family?”

Celia wasn’t too offended at his lack of answer and instead a reflection directed at her.
“No.” She said, simply. That was the truth. She was an artificial recreation of the fearsome Bloodjaws, any relatives she had were derived from whatever sample that was used to create her. And those relatives were dead. “And you? What family do you have?”

He opened his mouth, then paused. Oh boy, he had lots of family. With a glance to her, he thought, Should I really be telling her about my family?

“Yes. I’ve got..a lot,” he started.

A lot? I mean, doesn’t everyone have a lot of family? Or.. Well, excluding her and her fellow synths.

“Where are they, then? You live on your own with that much family?”

“I’m an adult, so yes.” Radi stated. And also adding onto that, he’d rather not live with a family that almost weekly got itself involved in some sort of ‘business.’

“Well, not every adult has to live on their own. Some live together as roommates, siblings…lovers..”

A quick movement to her left caught her attention. Celia glanced to the side briefly, sniffing the air. There was someone else, someone tracing them. Who they were..Celia had no hunch just yet, but anyone wordlessly following you was bad news - from her experience. She attempted to make that not clear that she was aware that there was a pursuer, though.

Lovers? Why did she say it like that?

“True.” He had nothing else to say. Radi looked back to her and noticed her seemingly look back to him away from..something. People looked around while they walked, though. Radi dismissed it for now.

Again, that person. A quick peer behind her told her that the person had stepped out. And she recognized that clothing. Dark clothing. But no, something seemed peculiar. They made no attempt to hide themselves. And yes - the clothing was different, it seemed. So who was..this?

Celia decided to wait until the person did something. Which they did. Within moments, the person had lunged, and attempted to knife Celia, which failed. The attacker paused, noting Radi. Switchblade out, it was not long before they attempted to get him, too.

Radi had heard the person behind them, but it made sense for him to have been stunned by the fact they just attempted to stab my accomplice.

Struggling to pull out his handgun, he’d been caught off guard by the fact the person turned towards him and tried to get him. And succeeded. Boy, did it sting. He hissed out, kicking at the person in attempt to get distance.

Celia watched to see what the attacker would do, when the very clear scent of blood reached her nose. It had been a while since she’d smelled blood so clear..which one was bleeding..?

Oh, right. Radi. The attacker stumbled back, away from Radi, and closer to Celia. Celia dashed up behind them, lightly gripping their shoulder. “Who do you work for..?” She whispered, flexing her other, free hand.

“Myself.” The man - she could identify him as such - answered. Although his voice sounded confident, Celia could smell the fear dripping from his person. Not in waves - not yet, anyways. Just enough. Did he know her?

“Oh, that’s too bad.” She kicked the attacker away in the back of the legs. The attacker fell forwards, scrambling off and onto his feet.

Radi winced, but adrenaline soon took over as he checked his gun, before aiming it at the attacker. Without hesitation, Radi shot.

The attacker fell to the ground, the shot landing - not through and through - in his hip. Celia looked to Radi for a moment, the sound of the gun ringing in her ears. “Nice shot.” She mumbled. Indeed it was. A shot to the hip was enough to get him on the ground, and struggle to crawl away. Celia began to walk forwards, stopping, kneeling down, and ‘gently’ grabbing the man’s boots with her hands in order to stop him from retreating.

“So, mind telling me why you did it? Money?”

Radi watched the man fall to the ground like a sack of potatoes. Exhaling, Radi set his gun away and trailed after Celia, brushing a hand against his arm. The blood seeped down; it seemed no arteries were hit but it wasn’t slowing down in bleeding. The attacker had gotten him good.

Celia didn’t need to look to know Radi was right with her. The smell of the blood was strong to her, not that she could say anything about it. She just had to calm herself.
“You’d better get that taken care of,” she muttered to Radi. Celia could survive a lot of stuff, including major bloodloss. Humans couldn’t. Generally, anyways.

“What did I say, I did it for myself. For fun.” The attacker grunted out, turning to look at Celia and Radi. He was completely covered from head to toe, no facial features seen, no identity…

“For fun? So what if me and my friend left you here to bleed out? For fun?”

The attacker had no visible reaction.

“Because you know, hip wounds can be pretty fatal..”

“You wouldn’t.”

“Oh,” she leaned in. “I would.”

((Wondering if I should kill off the attacker or not, I kind of want to use him again in this. I’ll roll a die to decide his fate))

Radi stopped. “I’ll hold pressure on it for now, but I don’t know how to properly treat my own wounds,” he responded to her, looking on to the attacker.

(Hip wounds are pretty fatal, not sure how he’s gonna survive this one but you know what? Life finds a way)

Celia momentarily released her hold. “But I won’t, because I’m not really in the mood to be killing people right now. I really don’t want that on my record, you know? I’ll let the cops or whoever comes along deal with you. Shouldn’t take too long.”

The attacker growls at her. “Coward…”

Celia smiles, a smile that doesn’t quite reach her eyes. Glancing to Radi, she nods to him. “Go, walk ahead. I’ll catch up.”

Radi blinked. “Alright. Sure.” There was hesitation in his voice as he left the scene, glancing back a few times.

Watching him leave, Celia returned gaze to the attacker on the ground. “So, what’s your name?”

“Kreso.” The attacker responded after a few seconds.

“Kreso…Kreso, nice name. I’m Celia.” She moved forwards, that she was nearly upon him. The attacker stilled.

“And this Celia - she wouldn’t hesitate, to bring - to forcefully rip your throat out with her own teeth-“ Celia smiled, showing off her teeth, “So I recommend you back off for the time being..” She leaned in, “Or it’ll go quite bad for everyone involved, subjectively..”
“But mostly you.”

Kreso didn’t display a major visible reaction, just stiffening. And the breathing, which appeared to have quickened.

“Ta-ta for now, dear!” She stood up, pushing herself off of the ground. Without another word, she ran up to join Radi.

Radi looked back upon her return, still holding onto his arm. The bleeding had begun to slow down, but there was quite a bit of blood.

“Alright, now we’ll get you some treatment!” Celia said, cheerfully. Although she froze upon seeing his arm, and the scent, which aired around them. Not that he could tell, of course - that didn’t erase the fact her instincts were struggling to suppress. “..Can you walk on your own?” She said after a moment.

His arm was feeling rather light. Rather, he was, just in the slightest bit as well. Radi didn’t get injured often. He made a point not to. But..

“Kind of? I’m just light headed…”

Her lips thinned. Kind of was an answer that was debatable. Usually, the person didn’t mean kind of. It was either yes or no. Celia was thinking, no.

“Here, I’ll just..” She sidled up next to him. “Lean on me for support. Where should we go?”