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Jumping onto a roof top he watched his beset place the rubles down, shaking his head sadly at the beggars pushing each other, trying to all get a share. He supposed that it was only expected for them to swarm around the money like that, but still... He preferred the days of when everyone traded to get what they wanted. His eyes noticed a woman who was hesitant in grabbing for the money, but when the opportunity finally arose, her hand was smacked away. He jumped down, carefully slipping in a paw to hide a few coins under his paw that the other beggars didn't notice. After they all had left, the woman was still there on her knees, beginning to sob something in Russian. Weld uncovered the coins and the woman quickly noticed, thankfully before any other beggars could take it. She grabbed the money, saying something happily in Russian before running off. She was thanking god that she could feed her child.
With a small smile Weld ran off for Valyssa, slipping into an alleyway to change into his human form before finally getting to her side, "Did you find out anything about any of the besets or guardians?" He asked her.
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Tail swaying behind him, the Panther Guardian sauntered out of the alley, slipping into the flow of colorfully dressed humans going about their daily lives. Restraining a snort, he broke into a smooth lope, heading in the direction of the airport on the outskirts of Sirnagar. It was time he moved on; for all the years he had spent wandering about India he had seen neither hide nor hair of his Beset or any other Guardians.
He would slip onto a plane, perhaps one bound for Europe; he hadnât been there yet- and branch out from whatever city he landed in. Heâd gone through several countries already and still hadnât come across his Beset, but perhaps he would have better luck elsewhere.
Eventually finding the airport and slipping in amongst the flow of travelers Hyperion headed for a terminal after glancing up at a board, skipping the stairs as he bounded down them, choosing a gate bound for some European country at random. At least the flight would be a good time to catch up on some sleep.
He woke when the plane landed, hanging about the door to slip out before the other- legitimate- passengers. He didnât bother glancing at any signs as he trotted towards the doors, stepping outside to head off in the direction he saw buildings poking up above the skyline. A voice sounded above him, and a human in a hurry nearly stepped on him. With a curled lip, Hyperion neatly sidestepped and continued on. Hm, the language struck him as German; he could be wrong, but that was definitely his first inclination.
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"I am sure that you can help to guide the besets to finding their own strength. Even if you feel weary, stay strong and loyal to our goal. Do not fear failure, instead learn from them," He said, pausing as he tried to think of something else that was motivational, soon realizing that what he just told her might have been told to her a few times already. ... Repetition was always a good teaching technique, wasn't it? It wasn't like he couldn't think of anything else to say...
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"If you do decide to go in, I'll be close by," He reassured her.
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As she made it up to the top, she looked to the door that was her old room. She made her way to it slowly, and pushed the door open slowly. She peeked into the darkness and listened for noises once again, nothing. She lived most of her life in the dark, so her eyes adjusted quickly. Her old room had been torn to shreds, her bed looked tattered and worn, pages were crumppled and thrown about the room. It had an ungodly smell to it, she quickly buried her face into her scarf. Out of all the rubble, she spotted something that looked familiar. It was a key. She picked it up and quickly remembered that she had used to keep a diary. Memories flodded to her as she remembered that her father gave her one cause he kept one. They wrote in it everyday together. "My father kept a safe in his room, Maybe theres clues in it?" She quickly headed for her parents old room. Again she quickly checked it out before going in. The room was the same as hers, ruined. It wasnt hard to find the safe. It was dented and scratched, it was obvious that people tried to get into it. It looked to be half opened. She pulled her gun and shot at the lock. The lock finally gave away and the door shot open. A few things were in it. She investigated quickly to find her diary in the same condition she left it, a stuffed wolf her mother gave her, a bag of cash, and her fathers journal. She quickly took them and put them in her bag. "Lets go... Its getting really creepy." Valyssa said quickly as she turned, only to draw her gun to someone in the doorway, they looked ready for a fight.
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"What the Hell?" a woman's voice shouted. The needle had stuck into the sleeve of the girl's jacket and every attempt to remove it from the wall of the building she was now pinned to was a failure. Recognizing his coworker, he rushed over to pull the object pinning her out before swiftly returning it to it's place, hoping that she didn't see where he hid it.
"I'm so sorry Cara!" he exclaimed. "Are you okay?"
"What was that for?"
"You kinda surprised me... what are you doing out so late anyway?" he asked, looking worried when her eyes became lustful.
"I was looking for you..." she moaned, rubbing up against him. Ruse inwardly growled at the woman and checked his watch.
"At 2:46 in the morning?" he asked doubtfully but masked it with a smile. Taking a look at the jacket wrapped around her shoulders that wasn't her's, her messed up hair, her smeared lipstick, and the bite marks and hickeys on her neck, Ruse knew actually what she had been doing. She had just been with yet another man and already she was going after him... again. Ruse was a flirt no doubt but he hated her kind. Don't get him wrong, she was attractive but he hates all sluts and whores. They willingly hand their purity over to men they don't know and will most likely never see again without a second thought. Disgusting. All of them.
"I don't care what time of night it is, I'll slip away to see you anytime." she purred, wrapping her arms around his neck. Cara Audry, age twenty three, married, no children, main profession: Prostituting for fun. No. Ruse wasn't going to be apart of that, it was against everything he stood for. He smiled sweetly at her as he gently removed her hands from his shoulders and stepped away.
"You flatter me Cara but I really need to be getting home or my mother will get upset."
"Aww alright, we'll play another time cuttie." she cooed before tapping his nose and walking away. The red head shivered at the thought but turned the other direction, brushing off every spot of himself that she had touched. What a terrible woman she was. He was relieved when he could see him house. Though his little run in with Cara woke him up a little, he was still exhausted. He just wanted to be curled under his blankets, sound asleep.
"Hey!" a deep voice called out to him. He turned to his right to see another one of his coworkers, Antioco Baldovino. He was a built, dark skinned man who hated Ruse with a passion. "I've been waiting for you Blood Hound."
Lifting her bundled hands up, she covered the bottom half of her face, blocking it from the cold. To warm her body up she bounced on her heels, her messenger bag bumping against her hip with each jump.
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He nodded at what she told her as they climbed the stairs, contemplating turning into his wolf form, but then immediately decided against it. Anyone here might try to take advantage of such a young girl that seemed to be alone and despite the fact that his human form didn't look much older, at least he had powers to protect her with. Weld simply followed Valyssa, nodding at what she said but letting her lead because it was her experience, not his.
"If you say we should, then we will," Weld said, but then quickly turned around just as Valyssa did to see a person in the doorway, his stance intimidating and ready to attack. But despite this Weld put his arm in front of Valyssa, hoping to try and avoid violence, "What are you doing here?" Weld asked the man in Russian.
"Who said you owned the place?" The man said back in Russian, drawing his knife.
"We weren't claiming anything. Just let us go in peace," Weld said, again in Russian.
"And let some girl and some guy wearing cat ears take the loot?!" The man yelled in Russian, charging towards Weld and Valyssa with his knife in front of him.
Weld acted quickly, using his super speed to get behind the man, wrap his arm around his neck, and then made both of them fall back on the ground. He levitated the knife from the man's hand and flung it to a corner of the room as the man was swearing in Russian.
"Run!" He told Valyssa as he kept the man in place as he struggled.
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