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[h1][color=lightblue][b]Jess Tauri[/b][/color][/h1][/center]

[center][color=lightblue]Location - [i]Some dirty alleyway inhabited by a person with a latex fetish Joy. [/i]
Mood - [i] Too old for this shit.[/i]
Status - [i]Fine as a horse with cancer.[/i][/color]

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Jess’ head snapped up when he heard the thud of feet. His hand, already halfway into the thug leader’s pocket, withdrew itself like lightning and slid under his coat. The former outlaw clenched his teeth upon seeing a person in a black and red skin-tight latex outfit that emphasized their groin. Fuck, this must be some vigilante the gov had yet to stomp on. Even if it’d been nearly a century ago, vigilantes could be more vicious than even the cruelest cop in his experience with them. He needed to play this cool or he could face an actual fight.

So he drew up to his full height and quirked an eyebrow at how short the person actually was. Jess himself was an average 7’11” by his species standards so this guy was petite. Hell, the person didn’t even reach his shoulders, but Jess still clasped the handle of his kukri. Size, after all, mattered for shite in many cases. Even the smallest of children could slide a dagger between his ribs and leave him bleeding out like a pig.

But maybe he could turn this around? The person did ask if there was a problem here and Jess wouldn’t be lying since it’s already been resolved… 

So Jess glanced at the two thugs lying on the ground and still knocked out cold. A trickle of blood steamed down their heads where he smacked them. Nothing too serious from the outside, but just in case, they should be thrown at the local healthcare workers.

“Lil issue between me and some unkindly folk. Already been resolved. Just, uh, they could use an ambulance.” Jess gestured at the two thugs.” But mind telling me where I am, partner? Just sorta, randomly popped up ere.”

[@Midle1998]