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Refugee
Aug 10, 2010 16:20:05 GMT -6
Post by Bryce Langley on Aug 10, 2010 16:20:05 GMT -6
He arrived in the dead of night, escorted by the three individuals assigned to keep him from winding up dead before the trial. Curled up in the back of the big black truck, he couldn't help but wonder what would happen to him after it all. Without government aide, he was effectively homeless, jobless... And a bunch of other words ending with 'less' that certainly made it all the more depressing. Letting out a soft groan, he rolled onto his back, yellow eyes narrowing at the feel of smooth scales rubbing against one another. Why they hadn't let him at least put on a shirt, he'd never know, but the still-foreign sensation of his altered body was really starting to get on his nerves. He felt the truck begin to slow, coming to a halt. Voices spoke, muffled through the thick glass and plastic, and he perked up, wondering what was going on as the truck started off again. Sitting up, he watched out the heavily tinted windows as the vehicle turned off the main road, slipping down a few quiet side streets before pulling up behind some kind of club. Curious, he sat up, tapping his claws on the dividing glass to get the attention of the others. One, a young Asian woman he had yet to learn the name of, gave him a raised eyebrow, but finally opened the glass. "Hey, what're we doin' 'ere?" "Checking in." Don, the leader of the group. A big black guy with a shaved head and muscle enough he looked like he'd be able to bench press a bus. "Checkin' in? With who?" "Night City." He gave the large African-American a bewildered look, but before he could speak up again, the third member of the group shoved a bundle of cloth in his face. He lurched back with a startled hiss, giving the skinny blonde known simply as Jo (no E, man!) a dirty look before investigating the bundle. Finally, some clothes. Dressing quickly in the t-shirt and trench coat, he gave the little Asian girl a small smile to show he was ready to go. She in turn gave the two guys a thumbs up, and shortly after, the back of the truck was pulled open. He did his best to be quick, grimacing as he felt muscles shift and move in a manner he still found disturbing, lowering himself to the ground with a little help from Don. A moment to get his bearings, and the hybrid turned to his three human compatriots, clawed hands tucking into the pockets of his trench coat as the rattle on the end of his tail buzzed irritably. "A'right, let's get this over with..."
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Refugee
Aug 10, 2010 19:26:49 GMT -6
Post by milesquincy on Aug 10, 2010 19:26:49 GMT -6
"Long night." Saint Germain mumbled, before he yawned. He stood behind the bar and wiped away a few glasses.
"Very, sir." Said the lump of purple fur lying on the counter.
"I wonder where Miles ran off to. Though I shouldn't be too thoroughly surprised if he went to visit his doctor friend. That reminds me..." Germain smiled some at the thought of his sweet Viktor.
"Sir?"
"What?"
"You're drooling."
"I am not!" Germain wiped his chin out of reflex.
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Refugee
Aug 10, 2010 20:58:44 GMT -6
Post by Bryce Langley on Aug 10, 2010 20:58:44 GMT -6
The four black-clad figures made there way through the back door, carefully avoiding the few patrons lingering around. Don lifted a broad palm, signaling for the others to wait as he approached the bartender. "Excuse me, sir, but are you the one known as Germain?" While the leader of their little group chatted with the stranger, Aiden did his best to relax and keep out of sight, keeping his hands tucked into his pockets as he leaned up against the threshold of the door through which they had just entered, making sure to keep behind Jo and the young lady. It was a habit he had slowly become used to, keeping out of sight for the benefit of all. He really didn't want to go through another incident like that one diner... The hybrid gave a soft sigh, rattle buzzing faintly before he managed to silence it, tucking the tip of his tail under the bulk of his scaled lower half. Jo noticed anyway, glancing back over his shoulder and giving Aiden a curiously raised eyebrow over his narrow glasses. Aiden simply frowned, turning his attention to observing the club surroundings. "Bit dull f'r a night club..."
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Refugee
Aug 10, 2010 21:12:55 GMT -6
Post by milesquincy on Aug 10, 2010 21:12:55 GMT -6
"Why yes, yes I am Germain. How can I be of assistance?" Germain smiled politely.
This club wasn't a night club, it was more of a cocktail lounge than an actual night club. It was dimly lit since there wasn't anyone singing tonight and the music was low and classy. Off in the corner near a set of stairs, a pair of red, almost alien like eyes were watching the four newcomers.
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Refugee
Aug 10, 2010 23:58:44 GMT -6
Post by Bryce Langley on Aug 10, 2010 23:58:44 GMT -6
"Don. My associates and I were told to report to this establishment, inform the man in charge of our purpose here." Aiden half-listened to the brisk conversation, mentally noting the bartender's decidedly British accent as he continued to look over the club surrounding with eyes lidded with weariness. It had been a long, rather bumpy drive, and he desperately wanted to get this whole fiasco done and over with so he could get some sleep. Then he glimpsed those red red eyes peering out of the shadows, and stiffened, immediately on alert as he ducked back into the hall, hissing quietly in warning as his lips curled back from sharp teeth. The little Asian noticed immediately, turning to him with a questioning look before following his gaze, tensing herself upon glimpsing those crimson orbs glinting in the dim light.
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Refugee
Aug 11, 2010 0:07:35 GMT -6
Post by milesquincy on Aug 11, 2010 0:07:35 GMT -6
"Oh, you'd want to speak to Miles!" Germain smiled ever so politely. "He should be upstairs in the VIP room."
The creature saw Aiden hissing at it, and hissed back, it was no larger than a normal rat... and it looked to have a jewel on it's forehead.
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Refugee
Aug 11, 2010 8:38:36 GMT -6
Post by Bryce Langley on Aug 11, 2010 8:38:36 GMT -6
"Thank you. Your help is much appreciated." Don retreated from the bar, turning to rejoin his team and their charge. Aiden didn't know why he felt so threatened by the little critter, but there was something about it that just rubbed him the wrong way, screaming that there was something off about the thing and he needed to be on his guard. He could feel his rattle vibrating, and knew that if it hadn't been tucked away, it would be buzzing quite loudly.
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Refugee
Aug 11, 2010 12:33:42 GMT -6
Post by milesquincy on Aug 11, 2010 12:33:42 GMT -6
The rat-like thing then turned and retreated up the shadowy stairs, its twin tails flowing behind it.
"VIP room's that way." Germain pointed - to the same flight of stairs.
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Refugee
Aug 12, 2010 11:52:07 GMT -6
Post by Bryce Langley on Aug 12, 2010 11:52:07 GMT -6
The young lady and Jo exchanged a curious glance, Don quirking a brow as Aiden tried to disappear into his coat, eyes slitted as he continued to hiss, low and quiet. There was something just so off about this whole place all of a sudden, it was almost terrifying. He gave Don a pleading look, asking silently if he could just wait while the others went about their business, but the large man simply shook his head, clapping a broad palm down on the hybrid's shoulder and steering him towards the stairs. Jo and the Asian girl were quick to follow, masking the movement of their ward's serpentine lower half. Aiden glanced over to the bartender, noticing the man's odd watch pendent and the purple (really?) cat at his side. What a strange pair... His pondering was cut short by their arrival at the stairs, and he grimaced. Oh fun, climbing stairs without legs. Without a word, Don wrapped an arm around the hybrid's waist, allowing him to lean up against the other man for support as the little group carefully mounted the long, dark flight of stairs.
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Refugee
Aug 12, 2010 11:54:56 GMT -6
Post by milesquincy on Aug 12, 2010 11:54:56 GMT -6
"Are you starting trouble again?" A dark, raspy voice spoke as a hand covered in an evil looking red gauntlet pet the creature that sat on his shoulder. He heard people shuffling up the stairs, so he turned his chair around it face them.
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Refugee
Aug 12, 2010 14:06:48 GMT -6
Post by Bryce Langley on Aug 12, 2010 14:06:48 GMT -6
He scented the stranger before the man came into view, and couldn't help but find himself on edge as animal instinct reacted to the presence of a being far more powerful that himself, rattle buzzing loudly as he gripped Don's shoulder. The black man winced as the hybrid's claws dug through his coat, and he gave the other a sidelong look. Aiden caught on quickly, giving a sheepish smile as he released his grasp. "Sorry." "Just watch yourself." Jo and the young woman dropped back to wait on either side of the door, Don taking point as he strode up to the desk, Aiden trailing nervously behind him. "Miles Quincy, I presume?"
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Refugee
Aug 12, 2010 16:14:45 GMT -6
Post by milesquincy on Aug 12, 2010 16:14:45 GMT -6
"You presume correctly." Miles said calmly, petting this odd, blue rat.
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Refugee
Aug 12, 2010 17:32:53 GMT -6
Post by Bryce Langley on Aug 12, 2010 17:32:53 GMT -6
The large black man barely glanced at the small creature, fully intent on the blonde behind the desk. Aiden, however, couldn't help but stare, leaning slightly to get a better look at the decidedly odd little critter. "I'm Don. These are my associates Jo and Lana. We're here concerning the upcoming medical misconduct trial." The hybrid gave a soft derisive snort. Medical misconduct, ha. More like mad scientists with funding from a top pharmaceutical company. "Mr. Longstaff here is a key witness under our protection, and we like to assure your cooperation and assistance in keeping him safe." Until the trial was left unsaid. Aiden had a feeling that after the court passed it's verdict and the government no longer had need of him, he'd be pretty much back where he started in this whole mess. The thought made him shudder, hissing softly as he burrowed deeper into his coat.
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Refugee
Aug 12, 2010 17:44:13 GMT -6
Post by milesquincy on Aug 12, 2010 17:44:13 GMT -6
"It's witness protection you seek then." Miles thought for a moment. "I sense there will be some trouble from this, but nothing my Deputies and my Senaschal cannot handle. Very well. Your request is granted."
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Refugee
Aug 12, 2010 19:38:43 GMT -6
Post by Bryce Langley on Aug 12, 2010 19:38:43 GMT -6
"Thank you, sir. We'll be on our way then." With that, Aiden found himself being herded back down the stairs, once again having to rely heavily on Don to keep from falling on his face. As they left, the hybrid glanced back at the man behind the desk, brilliant yellow-green meeting crimson in a silent plea. Help me. And then the black-clad foursome was gone, Don giving the bartender a nod as Aiden was hefted back into the truck. It was going to be a long drive to their assigned apartment on the outskirts of town...
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