@Lucius Cypher Hmm... I'm a little bit confused about the time. When I first jumped in, was it supposed to be morning for most of the characters? I can change a bit of my previous post if that's the case.
So just popping into say I am still here, I am still going to keep participating, just been working on a solo-writing project more recently and this RP slowed down a fair bit, but I'll try to get a post up either tomorrow or Wednesday
I... actually was able to sleep for about five hours last night. That's a first with this little one... between her and the 22 mo old anyway. I may return to being a vaguely functional human being sooner than I thought.
I'm going to move on from Yumi... I think Derra can get along by herself. I'll just go forward as if that convo never happened. I can't post tonight because I need to work on school, but when I get a chance I will. I think 2 days is plenty of time to have waited on an answer.
@Lucius Cypher I finished retconning my previous entries. I had to change my first post and my most recent post since George wouldn't be sleeping in the rooftops in the morning. If there's anything wrong, I'll change them back to the originals (or close to them at least since I forgot to back them up).
Also, if it's fine with you @Overlord Thraka, I'd like upload a post that takes into account my character's slight retcon and the beating Mergoux gave those thugs.
George scuffled through the alley ways, taking turns this way and that with backtracking to get a better feel of the layout. On occasion, he would immediately exit the alleys and explore the main roads simply because something didn't "feel right." On others, he would scale up the walls in secluded areas and take in the overhead view simply out of whimsy. He didn't always know why his intuition worked the way it did, but his hyperactive gut was, after all, trained in both city and forest. Eventually, in about an hour or two that George couldn't track, he'd gotten a full grasp of the city, confident that he could make a dashing escape if things ever got too hairy. He jumped off a couple of crates and began walking off towards the main street before he heard a drunken voice beyond a corner just behind George.
"Alright, y'know th' drill. 'And over all yer coin, else I'll stick ya wif' ol' betsy."
Another poor soul getting mugged in the street.
"Do 'as 'e said."
"Ah, a twosome I see," George thought. However, before he could take a step towards the alley's exit, something peaked his interest. A singular word. A granular word spoken by a strangely feminine voice.
Once those words reached George's ears, the grinding of stone beneath foot and the surprised grunts of two men reverberated through the alley way. Carefully, George looked into the alley way and saw the lightning fast exchange that was occurring. Though, he thought it more of a butchering and beating than an exchange. The man err... woman (George couldn't tell at that moment) moved like both like a snake and a bear, precisely dodging the attacks of the thugs while delivering skull smashing blows in retaliation. Although George was somewhat excited to have a new tale right in front of him, his stomach churned a little at the continued carnage the winner was giving. By the end of it, the person's head was dug deep into the skull of the larger man, and a sizable puddle of mixed blood expanded to reach the walls of the cramped alley space. George raised his eyebrows while rapidly blinking his eyebrows. Mid-blinking, he jolted away from the corner and ran without a sound towards the main street. He never ignored his instincts when they began screaming.
A little bit into the past, moments after George turned away from the corner, Mergoux looked in both directions of the alley way to ensure that there were no onlookers at that moment.