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

Suffice to say, Lucia's remark didn't bode well for the guard patrols and soldiers investigating this issue. They quickly offered the two women some unappreciative stares and rather mean glares. Ultimately though, the women didn't do anything to obstruct them from their search. They were just rather troublesome to talk to. You would do best to do that, ma'am. Came one of the male patrolmen. It's imperative that we capture this man. And they left it at that. Several other groups being questioned could be heard given the same spiel it's important to find this criminal or target. Whatever it may be. The real reason why it was so important was not delved into. It left many to wonder what exactly this man did, and with the lack of information, many wondered if it was particularly nasty. Nevertheless, the women were right to at least carry on with some sort of objective, the first being a proper attire for Lucia. While it was common to see rags and sometimes barely anything on people, the gown she wore did make her stand out negatively. The first few stalls, however, seemed to be rather on the expensive side. A leather stall was even further out of their reach, but that kind of attire did do very well out in the Devil's Maw. It wasn't until that they traveled a bit further into the Metro that they came to a small circle of stalls that seemed to be more within their price range. One particular stall next to the settlement's church provided clothing for a modest price. Why hello, ladies. You two look like you're in need of some new clothing. He especially pointed to Lucia. You, an entire wardrobe it seems. The seller simply chuckled, and whatever response she gave him, he simply waved it off. Now, as much as I want to help, money speaks louder than words here. And since I'm in a rather good mood, I'll give you a great deal. He disappeared underneath his stall's table, pulling out a weathered hard box that had seen its fair share of travels. He unlatched it and went inside to pick up the small set of clothing for Lucia. It was indeed women's clothing, and the material didn't look like amazing quality. However, it appeared thick and resilient. For the most part too, it looked clean. For your friend here, this is a complete set. Top, bottom, boots, the whole nine yards. Now, not a lot of people seem to like the style, and I've been trying to get rid of it. So how about this? I'll cut the price in half for you, and the entire pile is all yours. The seller gave a friendly smile, crossing his arms and awaiting their decision. While they might have some other stalls to check, chances were that Evelynn would at least have some Shells left over to perhaps get some ammunition. Going once, going twice? He chuckled, playfully taunting them a little. Whether making the decision or not, the seller quickly looked behind them, seeing patrols running towards the church. However, the doors suddenly slammed in their face, to which they quickly began banging on the door, yelling for and demanding entry. Huh, wonder what's going on there... Suddenly, right above them, the church window pane shattered. Oh hell! The seller quickly dived away from the table as a cloaked figure landed upon the stall, destroying its tarp and the table itself, scattering Shells and papers about. Its hooded face looked towards the two women, the only thing seen of its face being a pale pair of lips grinning at them. It appeared to be a man, roughly around six feet in height when he rose up. In his hands was a pristine, marble grip revolver with intricate designs along the barrel and loading chamber. Before they could make anything else out, the figure had quickly sprinted away and disappeared into the crowd, shoving people out of his way and overturning carts to slow the patrol groups that were giving chase. The patrol from the church did their best to catch up, but one man stopped just a short ways away from Evelynn and Lucia. He pulled out his radio, viciously dialing into the communication channel. Blasted, he stole it already! Slipped right under our noses and bolted into the church. He growled out, staring towards the direction he went. Who?! It's that damned man, the one they keep calling the Vagabond! He shouted out before slapping the radio back upon his hip and dashing towards his comrades. Christ, that guy nearly landed on top of me. Damn it, my stuff! The seller grumbled, quickly picking up his Shells. Damn Vagabond keeps making trouble the Metro like this, and I'll pack up and go somewhere else.