Thread: Erebos (Middle Six)

Name Nickname Jibril Jack Attire Light blue, off the shoulder crochet top with a black cincher, black cargo pants with dark red suspenders, black and blue knee high socks, and black knee high boots with multiple buckles. Weapon double-barrel old world shotgun, old world katana, new age katana, and two hunting knives. Location Erebus Bar Tagging ZaphkielDanikaTrystanAnyoneThe other pirates Time October 1, 3075 Night Name Nickname Zaphkiel Zack Attire Red tank-top, black cargo pants, dark green suspenders, black shitkickers, and black goggles. Weapon Two old world katanas, two pistols with silencers, and two five inch bone handled daggers. Location Erebus Bar Tagging JibrilDanikaTrystanAnyoneThe other piratesLaela Time October 1, 3075 Night Such a trooper you are, milk duds, Jibril said, patting the pirate on the back after she did her shots. Eventually the little waitress came back with food for the group of them, bringing in other staff to help with the orders since the bar was rowdy and there was a lot of food to handle. A plate of raw meat was placed between Zaphkiel and Jibril, the dragons leaning down from their perches to sniff at it. If the chirps were anything to go by, it was good meat for them to eat. Zaphkiel gave the waitress a few more coins for her trouble before taking the time to hand free his dragon companion. The twins got a lot of looks as they did this but then again, they had felt stares drifting their way ever since they walked inside. They felt the tracker and whoever he was with glance over at them and heard the whispered, G. A. Hs. Sometimes, they truly hated being tagged with that term but they could do nothing about it and continued to eat their food and feed their dragons. There had been a bit of a scuffle involving the little princess and Jibrils interest was perked becauseshe smelled some sort of metal that she was far too familiar with. Her senses focused on the man who had been escorted out knowing that he would tell someone about the woman. Well, he needed to be silenced now, didnt he? Zaphkiel looked at Jibril before nodding. She ordered two more shots, knocked them back, and then disappeared out the door like a wraith, staring at the tracker and his companion who had looked at them. Zaphkiel kept it casual, as if she was going outside for a smoke or something like that, the dragons now perched on both of his shoulders. He fed them as he ate his meal, noting that Jibril had barely touched hers. He would have to make sure he had food for her when she got back since she needed to eat far more than she let on in front of strangers. As Jibril went outside, Zaphkiel noticed that the Illuminati girl was curled up like a child at a party full of strange adults. Rolling his eyes, he went over to her and put his hand on the table with a few taps to get her attention. He stared at her, not bothering to hide his dislike of her and her kind but he spoke plainly and bluntly. Eat and stop sitting there like a lost puppy. Youre attracting too much attention as is and since your under that pirates protection, you are technically under ours so shape the fuck up and stop pitying yourself. Now eat something, Staring at her for a few more seconds, Zaphkiel went back to his place at the bar and started to eat his food, feeding the dragons again until they were full and the plate was clean of meat. He kept in contact with Jibril, noting that this place didnt seem kind to G.A.Hs either. It made sense, most of their kind were under the Illuminatis control and were hardly more than soldier puppets. No matter, they did what they had to do to survive. Nothing more, nothing less. Turning his attention to Danika, he gave her a small smile. So the pirate wench likes to drink, I doubt you could do another couple shots of what Jibril was drinking, he teased, giving her a sly grin as he sipped at his Screwdriver, enjoying the smooth taste of the juice mixed with the vodka. It wasnt that he wanted people to start getting sloppy, but it meant it was easier for him to attempt to relax. He didnt like being separated from Jibril at all and it was hard for him to sit there and let her wander further and further away from the bar and his presence. As Jibril exited the bar, she put her nose to the air, careful not to look suspicious. She stretched out, casually reaching for a pocket as if to grab a pack of smokes as she walked around the bar, hearing the sounds of the men who had escorted that stranger out of the bar. They probably gave him a good whipping but that wasnt enough. Not for Jibril. But soon the bouncers were walking past her and she batted her lashes at them, seeing a few of them look interested but thought better of it. She did happen to have a lot of weapons, after all. Stepping into the shadows, she followed the man who had gotten his fill of punches and kicks. He was a bit bloody and angry, but she could sense that he wasnt going to give up on getting that woman. Something about him was definitely offlike he wastrained or something. Sliding one of her knives from its secret compartment, she followed behind him as he stumbled off, muttering words under his breath. Once he stopped to pull out a comm device, thats when she slipped free from the shadows, coming up behind him and holding the knife to his throat. Unlike some people who would have tried to see what he was up to, she didnt hesitate and simply slit his throat, letting his body topple to the ground. It was a quick, clean kill and the smell of blood invaded her senses before she sighed deeply, as if being stroked by a lover. Shaking her head, she only let herself lick the blood off her blade before putting it away and moving the body. She picked him clean of his money, devices, and the metal that had been calling to her. It was a whistle but it wasnt an ordinary whistle. Smelling it, she knew now why it had been so familiar. It was the same metal that was found in the Illuminati labs meaning his whistle was meant as a signaling devicefor what, she didnt know but if he wasnt solo, his partner or partners wouldnt know where he was anyways. Time to clean up. Lifting the body up over her shoulder, she carried him a few blocks, careful not to get any of his blood on her as she did. He wasnt too heavy, but he was a bit on the bigger side and carrying him was not as easy as she had hoped since his weight was all on one shoulder. Finding a nearby dumpster, she dropped him in front of it, arranging his body to make it look like a mugging. He was already beat up so it wouldnt be looked into too closely. He had been beat, was probably easy pickings, bam! Dead and robbed. Quietly, Jibril made her way back to the bar, cleaning her hands with the wipes she kept in her bag. Zaphkiel would taste it later, but she didnt need him trying to take her out back. She was slowly coming down from the adrenaline and didnt need him revving her right back up. They had to blend as much as possible. Soon, she was back at the bar and sliding back into her seat, nodding once to Zaphkiel before looking directly at the tracker, licking stray blood off her bottom lip. Some people dont seem to like us very much She said casually, turning her attention back to her food. Luckily for her, it was still warm enough to eat and so she dug in, eating quickly but politely, taking Sabbin back onto her shoulders. The little dragon rubbed against her neck and cheek, making little noises and Jibril stroked her back, scratching at the scales. Turning her gaze to Danika, Jibril grinned. Soshot war? She winked while Zaphkiel rolled his eyes, sipping his own drink with a small chuckle.