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

Started May 11, 2020 by @Mojack group

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Nothing was bothering him…..badly, anyways. "Usually work, if I had any today." But he didn't. "So typically, get something to eat."

"Hmm," She prepared to stand up. "And what do you usually eat?"

"Er." He stuttered. He didn't know. "Just whatever I can find. I usually go out.."

Standing up, Celia turned to him. "So why don't we go out now?"

"Mm, was about to ask that. Let's." Turning, he grabbed his stuff and prepared to go outside.

Celia watched him. From their - albeit limited - interactions, she couldn’t grasp much out of his identity. Not that it mattered too much to her (but was she lying when she thought it didn’t matter?), she wouldn’t be here for long anyways. Something would turn up and she’d get bored of him and leave for something more interesting. Or death. That was a possibility. For either of them.

Celia didn’t really take much of her stuff off to sleep. She just walked up to the door.

Radi took his keys and pocketed them, opening the door. He seemed to be waiting for her to go first.

Celia peered up at him for a second or two in silence. It was brief, though - and she soon made her way outside.

The clouds were grey but one could see the light threatening to spill from behind them. The air though was humid, and puddles marked the ground.

Radi followed after her, shutting the door and locking it. He disliked the humidity. He always felt uncomfortable in it.
He began to walk.

Celia started walking the moment he did.
“Quite a nice day, isn’t it?” She asked, opting for some small talk.

“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.