[center][color=#816C90][sup][SUP][color=#807B84]_______________________________________________[/color][/SUP][/sup][suP][i] There once was a woman who lived a life so strange it had to be true [/i][/suP][sup][SUP][color=#807B84]_______________________________________________[/color][/SUP][/sup]
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[sup][SUB][color=#807B84]___________________________________________________________________________[/color][/SUB][/sup][sub][b] J Ä G E R B O M B [/b][/sub][sup][SUB][color=#807B84]__________________________________________________________________________[/color][/SUB][/sup][/color][/center][color=#816C90][indent][sub][B]Location:[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Tír na nÓg[/I] - [I]Milk Street[/I][/COLOR][/sub][sup][right][b]Post #2.34:[/b] [COLOR=SILVER][I]Two of Them[/I][/COLOR][/right][/sup][/indent][/color][sub][hr][/sub][INDENT][color=#816C90][sub][B]Interaction(s):[/B] [COLOR=SILVER][I][@Junkmail], [@SepticGentleman] and [@Skai][/I][/COLOR][/sub][SUP][RIGHT][b]Previously:[/b] [url=https://www.roleplayerguild.com/posts/4828368][COLOR=SILVER][I]A Normal Evening[/I][/COLOR][/url][/right][/SUP][/color]
[COLOR=#816C90]𐤉[/COLOR] [color=#807B84][B][sub][i]If you go looking for a friend, you’re going to find they’re very scarce.[/i][/sub][/B][/color]

[INDENT]Letting out a heavy sigh, Ellara looked around at the mess that aswang’s now dismembered body had created around her. Everything from the small parking lot, to the walls of the Tír na nÓg, to even the side of her Uncle’s truck had been painted in the thick, black ichor-like blood. 

[color=#816c90]“How the [i]fuck[/i] do I clean this up?”[/color] She cursed aloud as she kicked the body in front of her, her tantrum cut short by the sound of approaching footsteps as Ellara found herself gripping the hybrid weapon in her hands tighter only to relax at the sound of a familiar voice. 

[color=#ff0000]“Stay back, these creatures have a nasty habit of being able to remove portions of their body and be fine. Might not be dead.”[/color] 

Ellara turned to look as Kayla cautiously extended an arm towards the head, flame dancing from her palm while Ellara noticed the other arm was held tightly against her body, obviously wounded. From behind her there appeared another woman, she appeared younger than either of the Tourists, perhaps even younger than herself, Ellara noted as she studied her. 

Ellara couldn’t help but wonder to herself what Kyle had done to gain not only one but two very attractive women to travel with. Admittedly, Ellara had seen that Kayla’s ‘game face’ wasn’t quite as charming as the one she wore now, but her eyes weren’t doing anything while looking at the younger woman. Perhaps she was like Kyle, another mundane human who just happened to be prepared for their task at hand. 

[color=#e5d0ff]“There were two of these things?”[/color] The young woman muttered more to herself than anyone else, but Ellara’s keen ears caught her words as she watched the woman’s head turn to look at Kyle before her eyes then followed Kyle’s own gaze to look squarely back at Ellara.

[color=#a0522d]“What happened?”[/color] Kyle asked her as Ellara moved her own head around as if to motion at the obvious signs of a struggle and the dead monster at her feet.

[color=#816c90]“What does it look like [i]fuckin’[/i] happened? You missed one and I kicked its [i]ass[/i] straight back to whatever[i] hell[/i] it came from.”[/color] Ellara retorted sharply. [color=#816c90]“You could have at least warned me they were still preying on this [i]fuckin’[/i] area.”[/color]  

[color=#a0522d]“We didn’t know there was more than one.”[/color] Kyle replied sternly, [i]and[/i] genuinely, taking a moment to look down at the creature’s corpse. [color=#a0522d]“And you killed this? So, you’re activated then?”[/color]
 
Eli blinked as she listened to their conversation, her brows furrowing slightly at the mention of an “activation”. She pursed her lips and turned back towards Kayla in case she needed help. She figured that the bartender would explain eventually.

[color=#816c90]“Activated?”[/color] Ellara asked with a raised eyebrow, lowering the shotgun axe as she gave Kyle a look of brief confusion.[color=#816c90] “[i]Activated[/i],”[/color] She repeated, her tone almost a hiss as though he had said something to offend her. 

[color=#816c90]“I do hope you’re not about to tell me I’m some kind of [i]fuckin’[/i] robot and all my memories are implanted, because honestly I don’t know what the [i]fuck[/i] what you mean by [i]activated[/i] or what the [i]hell[/i] you’re trying to[i] [/i]ask me right now.”[/color] She stated before turning her gaze towards the other girl towards Kayla as she pointed with her chin, trying to mask the annoyance in her tone.[color=#816c90] “Who the [i]fuck[/i] is she?”[/color] 

[color=#a0522d]“You two handle this, I’ll clean the mess up.”[/color] Kyle said to his sister and their new friend, moving away from them and towards the aswang’s corpse.

In response to Ellara’s question, Eli turned back to answer it herself. [color=#e5d0ff]“My name is Eli. I just met the Fosters today, really,”[/color] she began, keeping her tone even so that she wouldn’t further annoy the angry bartender. 

[color=#e5d0ff]“I’m not a Tourist, if that’s what you’re wondering.” [/color]Eli wanted to ask the bartender the same question, but she thought it best to keep the conversation at a minimum for now.

[color=#816c90]“If you’re not a Tourist, how’d you end up with these two?”[/color] Ellara asked, [color=#816c90]“What? Did they save your [i]ass[/i] or something?”[/color] She continued to speak while sizing Eli up, trying to get a read on the other younger woman. Cocking her head to the side, Ellara decided to try a bit of a different approach.

[color=#816c90]“I mean, if so I can’t say I blame them, sure looks like an [i]ass[/i] worth saving.”[/color] 

[sub][color=#a0522d]“Oh for fuck’s sake.”[/color][/sub] Kyle muttered under his breath as he acted on bringing the aswang’s scattered body together, for the purpose of burning. And he was being rather quick about it.

Eli raised her eyebrows, her lips breaking into a grin as she heard Kyle’s comment nearby. She crossed her arms and shook her head.[color=#e5d0ff] “I met Kyle earlier this morning in a crackhouse of vampires. We worked together to kill them, but for me it was more of an escape than an attack.”[/color] She hesitated a moment, unsure if she should comment on the bartender’s compliment or not. [color=#e5d0ff]“I was in the bar earlier to eat, and I happened to run into them. They invited me to help them with this… [i]thing[/i].”[/color] She finished with a glance towards the pile of monster bits. She’d forgotten what these creatures were called already.

 [color=#ff0000]”When it comes to taking… critters on, it’s always a good idea to have as many advantages as one can get.”[/color] Kayla said, not looking at either of the two. [color=#ff0000]“Even then, sometimes you have to take a hit to make sure the job gets done.”[/color]

Kayla hummed as the creatures head remained motionless and decided that she had taken enough chances for the night. She clenched her hand and uttered a quick [color=#ff0000]"[i]Neuma[/i]"[/color], raising the dismembered head from the asphalt and with a flick of the wrist sent it over to the rest of the creature’s corpse for Kyle to burn. With all the parts assembled into an untidy pile, Kyle proceeded to use another of the enchanted marbles from before on the dead creature. It went up in flames, and he simply stood and watched the body begin to collapse into ash, and the ash began to vanish into nothingness. Within a few moments, there would be nothing left of the creature.

In the distance the sound of sirens echoed through the streets of the Bottling District, the noise coming closer to the bar, no doubt a consequence of Ellara’s reckless use of a notably loud shotgun in a densely populated area. 

[color=#ff0000]“We should probably make ourselves scarce.” [/color]Kayla suggested offhandedly with relative disinterest, as if she had done this many times before. [color=#ff0000]“We should also probably check the underground of this area. If there are two, they were likely a pair.  We’ve dealt with this stuff before. Experience dictates that they’d bump nasties in a place that wouldn’t have many humans around.”[/color]

[color=#a0522d]“Just [i]stop[/i] and let’s go!”[/color] Kyle said to his sister in a somewhat aggravated tone. He turned to Eli and said, [color=#a0522d]“Eli, you leave too. Keep the gun, there’s more bullets deeper in the pouch. Take care of yourself, call us if you need anything.”[/color]

Eli nodded, patting the pocket of her jacket. [color=#e5d0ff]“Thank you. The phone works both ways, as well.”[/color] She looked to Kayla and smiled.[color=#e5d0ff] “I hope your arm feels better in the morning.”[/color]

Kayla returned the smile for Eli’s benefit.[color=#ff0000] “I do too. Have a good night, Eli. And, thank you for the help tonight. It isn’t everyday you see someone put themselves at risk to help the greater good.”[/color]

Eli simply shrugged. [color=#e5d0ff]“I was born this way for a reason.”[/color] She looked towards Ellara. [color=#e5d0ff]“It was nice to meet you. I’ll most likely see you next time I come for a drink.” [/color]

[color=#816c90]“I’ll be here,”[/color] Ellara smiled as she climbed into the back of the nearby truck, the trunk full of weapons and relics visible as she folded the shotgun and fitted it back into the holster before closing up the trunk and truck. 

[color=#816c90]“I’m sure things around here won’t be getting any[i] fuckin’ [/i]less strange.”[/color] 

[color=#ff0000]“Honey, you got a big storm comin’.”[/color] Kayla hummed. With that, the Fosters made their exit, leaving the scene behind with the arcane flames set upon the creature quickly finishing their work. Following their lead, Eli slipped into the crowd of confused drunks standing outside of the bar and disappeared in the opposite direction of the twins.

Watching the trio leave the scene, Ellara ensured the truck was locked one more time before slipping back inside. If the police were on their way to the Tír na nÓg, it would be best that Ellara was caught working, not outside with her Uncle’s truck. Looking back at the vehicle one more time, Ellara remembered that not only had she shot her Uncle, Paddy had him still tied up downstairs.

Perhaps it was time to take care of that loose end.[/INDENT][/INDENT]