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[indent][color=lightgray]7pm. Closing time.

Zahariel would take care of that, so while his boss was locking up, Shawn watered everything that needed water, made sure everything was put up, grabbed the tiny backpack he carried things in, and ducked his head out the door. 

[color=89CF45]”Later, bossman!”[/color] He said as the door closed behind him. He tossed his bag over his shoulders and made his way towards Brigitte. It was a cloudy evening in New Haven, and it looked like it was going to rain soon. Shawn didn’t pack an umbrella, so he’d have to hurry. As he trotted down the sidewalks of the city, he saw police cars fly past. Someone he passed mentioned a fire over their phone. That worried Shawn. It couldn’t have been good. 

[color=89CF45]”Okay, detour.”[/color] Shawn quickly ducked into an alley and sped down far enough that no one would see him, and pulled something from his jacket. A pack of cigarettes and a flip lighter. He lit one up and let the power flow through his lungs.

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Rooftop after rooftop, Grassbones flung himself in the direction of the cars, barely touching the ground long enough to correct his course. He recognized those Variants running in the opposite direction of the smoke. Flea. That jumpy little son of a bitch stole his lighter once. Graphite would’ve taken the longest to deal with, being a Brute himself, and Grassbones wasn’t touching Noxia with a ten foot pole unless he had to. 


When they split, Grassbones made a mental note of which direction Flea and Noxia went, and opted to chase down Graphite and Ruby. Those two stopped, and Grassbones recognized the person in front of them. Good old Sear, busting their chops like it was daycare. She looked like she had this covered, but the cops were on their way, and Sear was the kind of woman who gave Pariah Underground a good name, at least in his eyes. People like that deserved to be looked out for.

And so, like a 25-pound cloud, Grassbones dropped down into the alley, landing right on top of the very angry Variant named Ruby. Grassbones was surprisingly light for someone who was an actual person, so Ruby would’ve been fine. Though, having 25 pounds dropped on their body from atop a building still hurt. In the dim light of the alley, smoke rolling off of his body was hard to see, but the glow of the cigarette between his teeth gave him away. A skeleton dressed in a cargo vest, sweatpants and slip-on shoes, as if battle-readiness came secondary to comfort for him. 

He looked over his shoulder towards Sear, and it genuinely looked like he smiled, despite not having facial muscles. [color=89CF45]”Hey, Sear. Been a while. Staying outta trouble?”[/color] He jokes. Grassbones had a voice like a blender. Gravelly and airy. He turned and looked at the bag stuck to a wall by a knife, and then to Ruby and Graphite.

[color=89CF45]”Didn’t your parents ever tell you it’s dangerous to play with fire and chemicals?”[/color] He brought his bony hands up and gave his knuckles a nice crack. [color=89CF45]”Cops’re comin’ any second, Sparky. Lemme help you wrap this up.”[/color]




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