Blade City: The King and the Pentacle » Places

         "My my, proving the psychotic man wrong making you feel all smart Dick? Though you could just as easily be lying to me, but it's of no consequence to me now. This brain of mine has evolved beyond truth and fact. You'll see" He said, then snarled as Richard stood and walked away, tossing a bottle after him which shattered a few feet from his head, but the man paid him no mind.

"Seems I'm getting predictable" he said as he placed the mask back on his face, then looked up at where the bartender stood. smirking beneath his mask. "Have fun cleaning that up" he said simply before standing and taking his leave as well, punching the man closest to the door on his way out. As soon as he was in the streets again, he looked over at where Tiny had once laid and noticed he was no longer there, and it made Buster frown. Death in this place always made him smile. It was a reminder that his system worked and that the selfish always won. Compassion and respect, as far as he was concerned, were signs that a person was full of horseshit. They felt sorry not for that person, but because they had hurt, and are too weak to do anything about it so they find others who hurt in a way they recognize and help them instead. They were still selfish, but lying to themselves so they could rid themselves of the guilt. Buster could see the faint black trail of dried blood leading to a nearby alley, and decided to follow it, stopping when he heard voices. One of them sounded like Will, and one sounded like she absolutely wanted to eviscerate the poor fellow.

He liked this mystery woman already. He reached into one of his coat pockets and brought out a jagged piece of metal, flashing it in the light of the street lights and waited patiently for a few moments before a giant of a man wearing a gas mask, a dirty t-shirt and overalls ran to Rant's side, looking down at him like an obedient dog.

"Bring the doctor to Schrodinger's Cat. I'd like to get something looked at. You can scare her, but if she's hurt when she arrives, I'll do unto you ten fold what I did to your brother" Buster said as quietly as possible, which still probably gave away the fact he was eavesdropping on Will and the mystery lady, but at this point it didn't matter. The man was off and Rant stepped into the alley, making sure he stood in the light so all parties could see every motion of his body. It was as close to civility as he got with strangers, giving them fair warning if he were to take the notion to strike.

"I couldn't help but hear the tell tale signs of hostility and it was music to my ears" He said, and then realized who the girl was. "Well now, if it isn't Alice Malice. If I'd known that I'd have kept my mouth shut and just watched the fireworks. I really am a fan of your work, though I hope I don't sound like too much of a fan boy. This does present an opportunity I dared not to even dream of though" He said, and then looked at Will and Nyx.

"Are these two bothering you? I would be delighted to incapacitate them for you. Sorry Will, if you survive, I'll owe you a round at Schrodinger's Cat when I finish stealing Pavlov's supplies... Though to be honest I don't want you to survive"

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The man in the gas mask needed no name for his target. There was really only one doctor of worth in this city, and his life now depended on taking her alive back to the hideout Rant liked to Schrodinger's Cat. A sort of salute to the Pavlov bar, though this was a dream of Buster Casey's, so it was certain to be much more sinister than the name would imply. Rant had even picked out a nightly event for the soon to be bar: A man goes into a wooden box and Rant rams a spike through the box, one not long enough to pierce through the box, but certainly enough to maim whatever was unable to get out of the way. Patrons then placed bets on whether the man or woman was alive or dead. The box would be red of course... the blood would be a dead give away.

The man in the gas mask, for now let's refer to him as Logan as that is technically his name, had managed to catch up to the doctor, following her on the opposite side of the street. He had taken his brother to her when Rant had made him swallow seven razor blades as punishment for failing to address him as Lord Bobo, the name he had given himself for the day. There wasn't anything she could do about the internal bleeding, but Logan always thought the bitch had lied. She'd performed miracles before...why not for his brother Charlie?

When the Doc was preparing to take the final turn to get to her street, Logan launched himself like a wild animal across the road at her, the only sound was the heavy breathing coming from the mask's filters as he ran. He ran with his arms outstretched, ready to scoop her up and drag her off into the night, as he'd done before a dozen times to people Rant had taken an interest in. Though he's never once dropped anyone back off again...