Thread: The Fate of the world is in our hands (Max and I)

The Vagabond saw that... well, actually, he didn't see anything after he had stumbled into the alley. Did she actually refuse to jump? Well, she was human, he didn't have to worry. Besides, the woman had no safe landing nearby herself. She'd have to be a fool to even contemplate making the jump. That would at least buy him enough time to throw them off his trail. Good, good. He sighed out, pressing himself off the wall and walking down the alley. With the patrols around too, he'll have to find a way to get past them. Bouncing around the rooftops would have been great if they didn't chase him on to it. But, no matter. A simple change of plans was in order, and he was great with coming up with things on the fly. He wouldn't have made away with this ornate revolver if he wasn't, as crashing through a church window and causing a marketplace ruckus definitely was not part of the original plan. Suddenly, the man grunted out loud and hit the ground hard by some harsh force. The next thing he knew, he couldn't get up, his arms being pinned down. What followed next was a weight upon his stomach, putting pressure on his bruised ribs as he seemed to groan in aggravation and discomfort. Oh boy, was that going to hurt a lot in the morning. Salop! A thick French accent rolled off his tongue as he cursed in the foreign language, wanting to grasp at the source of his pain but unable to do so. Instead, he could only stare back at a rather lovely pair of icy blue eyes. In normal circumstances, the Vagabond would play coy and flirt, even in the face of danger. Well... why not? He was always in the mood for fun. Bonjour, madame. He greeted her with a small, polite smile. Usually it is I who is on top, but I'm quite open to a bit of reversal. Ah, but I bruise easily, please be gentle. Like she was obviously not right now. He showed a bit of discomfort as he tried to adjust himself to be more comfortable, but to no avail. Damn, this woman was strong, and he thought he worked out. Slippery? Squirly? Heh, I must say that I've never been called that. Not quite sure if it's a compliment. A chuckle left his lips as he gazed back up at her, smiling more so when the actual compliment came. Oh, stop. You'll make me blush. Though, she did bring him back to the very, very important issue at hand here, which was that he had been caught, and she was wondering if she should turn him in. Shortly afterwards, footsteps could be heard behind the woman pinning him down. He twisted his head around her to see a more upper class woman approach her comrade, it seemed. Lucia, was that his captor's name? No, no, no. The Vagabond spoke, chuckling lightly as he looked to the newly arrived captor. You wouldn't send me to that dusty old prison now, would you? I mean, look at this handsome face as Miss - Lucia, correct? - as Miss Lucia said. Surely you don't think I belong in such a disgusting, filthy place. He told them, offering a charming smile. Ah, are you in it for a reward? Come now, you know these Metro patrol officers won't even drop a single Shell into your palms. Now I, on the other hand, am a man of honor... well, I did steal from a church, but desperate times call for desperate measures, ladies. The Vagabond went on, defending his sense of honor before he simply shook his head and got to the point. Shells? No? Hm, human greed eludes some of us, it seems. Another quickly shuffle to wiggle free, and to no avail. He quickly examined them both, and based on the garbs from the second woman, she looked to be of a military background. Though why she was alone and with Lucia, that was curious to him. He wanted to be nosy, but he found no level ground to base it off of. Though, speaking of Lucia, the woman had on... what, a medical gown? That was just strange. You two must be new here, ah how could I have missed it? Well, I suppose your first inkling would be to assist the local law. Greater good, for justice, yada yada. His red eyes focused a bit on Lucia, since she seemed to be the one lacking equipment. I'll tell you what. Instead of turning me in, follow me to my hideout, and I can make it worth your while. I get off the hook, but you walk away with some goods, hm? A grin was directed to them both. I'm talking about high quality merchandise too. Stuff you couldn't even find in Metro.