Thomas Laythorpe
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*The house is far more homely than he expected, far more lived in and far more quaint. A pang of nostalgia gnaws at Isen but he dismisses it.*
Let me do the talking and if you do try to speak try not to be offensive. We are the monsters to her, remember that.
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He teleported when I was there right, that was late morning, lets say he took a couple of hours to get himself sorted he would’ve left by about 1pm. This means he has at least 15 Hours on us if not more with those damned teleporters.
Those are going to be our main problem.
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*Isen is slowing himself down for her and he’s glad he is. She walks so slowly, a complete rookie.
Oh ride? Is she talking about horses? I don’t need a horse.*
I don’t need a horse. Keep up.
*He fires himself into the air and forms an ice path to slide on, his speed picks up almost instantaneously and soon he’s whizzing along.*
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My name is Isen, Ava. I figured based on proximity the human lived in this colony, I just spoke with the leaders and they told me a boy fitting his description recently fled. He lives on the outskirts with his mother. It is quite likely he left a clue so I suggest visiting there first.
*He turns to face the direction he needs to go and starts walking*
Make sure you keep up we don’t know how much of head start he has yet.
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*Isen walks out of the Town Hall and turns to spot Scarf Girl leaning on the side of the building*
You never did tell me your name. Scarf Girl.
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*Isen watches her leave and realises how tired he is. His encounter with Scarf Girl being the final nail in his sleepy coffin he turns in for the night, expectant of what the tomorrow will bring*
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Tomorrow Morning. Meet at the town hall and bring whatever you need to survive.
*he turns away*
You’d best leave by the window again.
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*Isen moves to his pack and pulls out a tub of the Ice Cream*
I’m sure I’m good for Phish Food; Blood means nothing to me and I also have plenty of coin.
I will still help you though. My payment doesn’t have to be immediate, when you can find something worthwhile I will accept it.
*He returns his precious tub of ice cream to his bag, his marshmallowey, chocolatey lifeblood.*
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*he looks at her, taking a moment to analyse her. The master comments aside she seems quite sensible… and genuinely angry…. Maybe he could help her…*
What do you have to offer?
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I am a being of instinct. I see a young girl. Whether you are 100, 1000 or 1,000,000 years old; this is what I see. Age is no guarantee of efficiency, innovation or superiority; so please, don’t patronise me by pretending otherwise.
*he turns away*
Regardless I owe you nothing.
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*His face drops at the sound of the word ‘master’ his expression hardens and he puts on his shirt*
I’ve never had a master and I don’t owe you anything. You got distracted and careless, my being there is just a coincidence.
What was a girl like you doing out there anyway? You called me an infant yet look at you.
Where was your father?
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*He stares at her a few moments longer gauging her strength, reactions and overall power. He decides on a course of action.*
Don’t get up.
*He moves to the back pack and starts putting his clothes on. This task is more difficult than he should’ve found it, his gentlemanly ways trying to ensure he kept the honour of the lady intact.*
Why did you come here?
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*Isen steps out the shower and wraps a towel around himself. With one hand he holds the towel together and with the other he picks up a bottle of whiskey, taking a swig he steadies himself.
He opens the bathroom door with a slam and steps into the room, he is aware almost instantly of another presence in the room, he turns to his left.*
Oh. It’s you.
Scarf Girl.
*He takes another swig of whiskey and wipes his mouth, staring at her.*
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*Isen leaves the Town Hall with it’s big, bulging and broken rotunda. It was ironic he thought, his pack heavier with the reward for his bounty, that a structure built to resemble the power and the will of the people was collapsing.
He was glad he was a Bounty Hunter, he wasn’t bound by the conventions of society; or it’s crumbling facade. Another irony. Who would pay him when everything stopped? It was this thought that carried him to his rooms.
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In every colony there is always a bar or pub; somewhere people can drown their war-torn sorrows as penance for either their apathy or their effort. Isen just liked drinking. He also liked sleeping which is why he chose to stay at the not-so-abandoned Abandoned Hardware Store.He walked past the big glass window with the graffiti’d welcome message on the side ‘Hard as fukkin naels‘ He stopped, sighed and opened the door to the bar; the smell of alcohol, piss and cigarettes welcoming him, temporarily, home.*
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*Isen turns the bacon over again.
He’s very lucky that the body is still this hot. Normally it wouldn’t be important but this Firekin has a twin, a Cold One. Apparently their only defining feature is their body temperature, they even hate eachother equally. If the body gets too cold then there’ll be no proof.
He scrapes the bacon off the Firekin’s forehead and puts it in the thick slices of bread. Bacon certainly was exactly what he wanted.*