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[right][code]The Waystone Inn
Interactions: Lairëcúma [@Tesserach], Bennie [@NoriWasHere], Mannie [@CassidyTheButch], Latrom [@Cosmic], Grask [@Blizz]
Outfit: Normal
Hunter’s Mark Target: Ransom[/code][/right][hr]
There was a slight pep in Cali’s step knowing she’d left Ransom speechless behind her, hopefully to never rear his ugly head again. The night was looking brighter from here on out. She’d have a couple of drinks with a beautiful elf, while making sure an equally beautiful but much less sober tiefling got home safely. 

[color=B21A4D]”Ay, add it to my tab, Rosa.”[/color] Cali smiled, slipping in beside Lairëcúma at the bar. It wasn’t like she was paying for it out of pocket- the cost of anything she drank tonight would come out of what they owed her for today’s fresh kills. Leaning against the bar, she glanced towards Kel to make sure she was still alright. Some old guy was talking to her but… He didn’t seem to be creeping. [i]Yet[/i]. She didn’t trust him. He was a man, after all. She’d keep an eye on it. 

With a relaxed expression, she turned towards Lairëcúma, mouth opening to say something. Whatever she’d planned to say was cut off by a tremor. Not a massive one, but still a tremor.

[color=B21A4D]”The fuck?”[/color] Cali grimaced at a second tremor. Was it an earthquake? No, she hadn’t seen the signs in the forest earlier. It shouldn’t be. A ranger had a sense for these things. Then again, she wasn’t infallible. It could be– 

It felt like the bar was thrown to the side, forcing her casual lean to become a tight grip onto the bar to stop her from falling. Her other arm wrapped tightly around Dev, glad she hadn’t let her go yet. Though the vixen probably wouldn’t fall, she might have been crushed by all of the falling people. Cali grimaced through the screams, twisted her head towards Kel. 

Instead of a drunk woman on the floor, she was met with the sight of an old asshole pinning her to the bar. That asshole was really taking advantage of this to force himself on her?! Of fucking course- men didn’t change. They were all the same. 

This feeling was only confirmed as the aggressive cat shoved his way past Lairëcúma. [i]Bastard[/i]. What had the poor bard done to deserve being constantly shoved aside?! Cali stepped forward, one arm moving towards her back to at least stop her falling if she didn’t get out of the way in time. She had to think fast, torn between three different problems. But having caught her, at least, Lairëcúma would be fine. But Kel? Would anyone else protect her?

And what about all those screams from outside? [i]Fuck[/i].

Arm dropping, having offered enough support to stop Lairëcúma from falling, Cali grabbed her bow. She swiftly nocked an arrow, aimed, and shot. It skimmed Benni’s ear- nicking it without doing much damage. Enough pain to draw his attention, Cali’s purple eyes narrowing. 

[color=B21A4D]”Get the fuck away from her, or the next one’s through your eye.”[/color] She snapped, head jerking towards Lairëcúma. [color=B21A4D]”Please make sure that old bastard doesn’t hurt her! I gotta go help!”[/color]

It was a big assumption that she would be more useful outside than the bard, but one she made and followed through with anyway. She pushed her way past the very hot woman holding the door open, met with the city falling apart. [i]Shit[/i]. Dev jumped out of her arms, dropping the now completely torn glove out of her mouth with a whine. Where could she help? Her arms were strong from using her bow, but getting people out of rubble strong. 

But she could spot people in need of saving. 

Cali spun around, jumping up to grab a hand hold in the uneven stone that made up the tavern. It was easy enough to climb, especially with pieces dislodged from the quakes. She deftly scaled the wall and perched on the roof. She quickly scanned the remaining city for signs of life. 

[color=B21A4D][i]Oh, so the overgrown furball does know how to help people?[/i][/color]

Now wasn’t the time to think about that shit. She’d rip into his ass later, if everyone survived. She looked down at the woman at the door and the people being ushered inside now. 

[color=B21A4D]”One’ve you with muscle, the crazy cat needs help lifting a big fucking slab.”[/color] She shouted down to the door, specifically looking at Mannie and Latrom as she pointed in Lucky’s direction. She very purposefully [i]did not[/i] look at Ransom, though he was near the door. Though she did give a quick glance at Grask. [color=B21A4D]”Or someone with a rock blasting gun.”[/color]

She looked up again, spotting another person half covered in debris. They seemed alive, and she pointed with her other hand in that direction. [color=B21A4D]”Someone over there’s stuck too.”[/color]