Thread: The Lady and the Wolf - Penitency x Praxis

It was true, the two had primarily been silent on the way back. Ethan took the time to rinse the grime of the Blight off of him and get into some fresh clothing before the hovercraft shook under the weight of the hitch. Soon enough, the duo was stepping out of their issued transport together. Ethan now wore a long, gray colored trench that differed from the last. Black lining and a high, pointy collar covered both sides of his bulky neck. A dark green button up shirt lay beneath the large layer of clothing, straining to his looming pectorals and broad shoulders. The tie strap and long length of his trench shifted about the ankles and lower back as he came to a stop upon hearing her words of praise. Nonchalantly, he turned to face her with a smug look taking hold of his sharp facial features. Warm lips tugged just enough to show a faint display of his pearly whites. You better. He threatened with those deep pitched words he held unto his letters as if savoring each as they exited his throat. Turning around and beginning to confidently march away from her, the man paused when she called out again. Pivoting on the heel of his boots, Ethan spared her attention for a second time from a further distance away. Brows narrowed as he awaited her words silently. With his hands tucked into the front pockets of his trench, he was forced to remove one quickly as a coin was tossed in her direction. Green-brown eyes watched it rotate in the air, and with perfect harmony of hand-eye coordination, he raised an open hand beside his head. Calloused fingers immediately trapped the coin into his palm like a fly catcher it's prey. With a curt smirk, he pocketed the coin and proceeded to continue to walk off without acknowledgement of her words. Of course he was her puppy. Soon enough, his boots were splashing up puddles across the sidewalk's pavement as pouring rain fell between the crowded buildings with vigor. Due to the dramatic climate change from overcrowding and heavy industrialization, it never seemed to stop pouring over Seattle. It was much worse than years past. With his head tilted down to avoid the brunt of the sideways falling rain, and the narrow of his brows, Ethan trudged his way through merchants, prostitutes, and goons toward his favorite strip joint. There was always someone selling shit, getting in your face over an advertisement, or a hologram did it for them. Ethan simply used his thick forearm to either shove along the individual or shrug off the intrusive ad. The hustle and loud, overwhelming noises the city produced was something he never got use to. After traveling a few blocks, he finally found himself entering the dim and romantically set lighting of Red Tape. The pulse of synthwave music began to thump, filling his ears and rattling the walls. Ethan's heavy footsteps were overcome by the bass filling the hall as he traversed the long, claustrophobic corridor before finding himself face to face with bars and glass. The front desk hunched over his register with both forearms resting upon the desk and commanded grimily, Twenty credits. Ethan nonchalantly reached into the pocket of his fresh jeans, and slid over the required amount before he was allowed entrance. Have a good time. The host at the front watched him with a grimace as the coins were stored within the computer's register. When he was off mission, everyone knew where to find the lonely puppy dog. Red Tape was Ethan's hangout when he wasn't on mission. Being that the Department nulled his senses and turned him into a hunter, the hunter had no clue how to return to normal life off task. He was a wandering soul trying to find company. Ethan lowly groaned from sore joints as he sat a seat near the neon pulsing stage. With a naked woman clinging to a pole before him, a waitress soon stepped over without a top on, Office Gray! Welcome back... the usual, sir? With her bountiful tits mashed between her forearms, the man was so close to his head being sandwiched between them. The girl made it this way with the bend in her waist. Ethan nodded and spoke under his breath as he sat back and watched the girl currently performing, Absolutely...