Private Tales Biting Back Bile

[Myna]

Voxmire - The Gutter Run

"I think I stepped in shit." Myna said as she lifted her boot and rested it on her knee, making a face that spelled only complete and utter disgust.

It wasn't exactly the worst thing that you could step in when it came to Voxmire, in fact most people would simply ask 'What kind of shit did you step in?', because that was the logical way of trying to figure out how bad the situation would be. Dog wasn't bad, human was pretty usual, orc...smelled the worst, but there were certainly worse. Though no one really wanted to talk about those.

She scooped up a loose piece of metal on the ground, bending it slightly so that there was an arc to it. "Why did we have to take the gutter? The Steeples would've been better, faster too probably."

It also the first place most people would look.

The Steeples as was a series of 'high' rises that poked through the top of the smog at the peak of Voxmire. It wasn't exactly more pleasant than anywhere else in the city, but a lot of people liked to think so. One could jump from roof to roof there, but both the Regulators and the Syndicates liked to keep their eyes up there. A fact that Myna was well aware of, but one she was confident they would have been able to overcome.

Even with some of their...heftier number.

The piece of metal clanged onto the ground, now smeared with a brown muck that stank to high heaven.

"Anyway." Myna said as she crouched low and stepped forward behind Taug. "Is he there yet?"

They both knew who he was. An underboss for the Scarves, the man they'd been sent here to...question.

 

[Taugdorm]

“You know, in some cultures that's considered lucky,” Taug both grinned and then winced as he nodded to his friend's shit-caked boot, which according to smell and texture seemed to be entirely human. A white lie to lighten the air around them, which since their unfortunate encounter with Rise threatened to grow heavy and stagnant. The scars on his cheeks had yet to fully heal, every smile causing scabs to crack and bleed.

Lucky shit indeed.

Myna continued her belly rumbling, which was on par for her course, and all Taugdorm could do was what he always did; offer witty retorts.

“Not naming names,” he began, checking the soles of his own worn boots, “but some of the people we run with are a little heavy to run the steeples.” There may have been an incident where a certain half-Orc plunged straight through a rickety roof and right into a tin bathtub sitting beneath. An occupied tin bathtub.

“And we wouldn't judge anybody for being on the...larger side, would we?”

Man, that lady could scream.

Pulling his mind back onto their job at hand, Taug's eyes narrowed as he looked for their...their mark? Their target? This kind of job was alien to him and was a far cry from their usual racket of stealing food and medicine. He scratched the back of his head with dirt-encrusted nails, as he continued peering into the low light.

“Doesn't seem like it,” Taug replied with a small shrug before he turned to his shorter companion in crime, “...uh, what does he look like again?”

 

[Myna]

"Don't need luck when you have skill." Myna countered, though she didn't really believe in her own words.

The two of them had about as much luck as a pigeon dipped in Ether lately.

It seemed that no matter what they did something else went wrong, not that either of them had been willing to bring it up to the either. Talking about things like that was dwelling on it, and dwelling on it was...wasn't good in a place like this.

Myna had learned that early on. Stooping yourself in the misery just perpetuated it. Better to move on to the next thing. Better to ignore the past and just...just keep going. "He's...he..you know. He has that...thing on his face."

She motioned to the left side of her cheek. "Looks like metal, but it's more like..."

Myna shrugged.

Neither of them had much in the way of education, and Myna wasn't sure how to describe the odd augment that the Underlord had.

"Anyway he's a Raxxer." Like herself. "So I'll know him when I see him."

Almost as if on queue, a figure stepped out into the street below. His boots seemed to ring out within the alleyway, a bulky figure twice Taug's size making his way towards a small warehouse. On his cheek was a strange metal plate, yellow lines of Ether feeding into it through a tube from his back.

 

[Taugdorm]

“That...thing on his face,” Taug repeated slowly, nodding with a perplexed expression as if the words of his best friend was the ramblings of an incoherent lunatic, “yes, yes that's a very helpful description and I totally understand what you mean."

It was not.

As the half-Orc racked his brain trying to think what a cheek thing that looks like metal was supposed to be he felt an ill-omen linger in his gut. Clandestine gutter meetings were hardly the beacon of personal safety, especially when the pair of them were supposed to 'question' him. His mother was already mad enough when he came home with a cut-up face, and fucking with syndicate Raxxers seemed a poor way to avoid a repeat.

“So do you know what his...”

Oh, so that's what the metal cheek thing is.

“...deal is?”

Taug's head slowly turned to his partner-in-crime as if he had just seen a dark god ascend from the depths to bring an end to all society. He then looked back to the ether-fuelled behemoth coming towards them, blinked twice and then once again looked to Myna with concern-laced features.

“...uuuh, you doing the talking...or do you...uh...want me...to...”

 

[Myna]

"What?" She turned to Taug. "Why would I do the talking? You're the older one."

Myna looked utterly incredulous. "I'm the face, not the voice. You're much more intimidating than me."

What she said was...technically the truth. Taug stood easily a foot taller than she did, and he was much more imposing. Though the man coming towards them was nearly a head and a half taller than the Half-Orc himself. Rendering her statement somewhat moot.

"Just you know..." She peered towards the figure, shambling slowly towards the Warehouse.

Shit. How were they going to pull this off?

They probably should have planned this better, but Rise hadn't given them much of a choice. It had been this, or both she and Taug would have ended up as corpses down in the Ether pits. "You distract him and I'll..."

Myna trailed off, making a stabbing motion.

It seemed like a good plan.

 

[Taugdorm]

Taug stood open-mouthed, looking between the approaching monster and his best friend as if she had just taken a lucky shit on his boots. He was about to argue his own case to instead play the role of scowling, stoic muscle but the more he thought about it, the more the half-man released that he was doomed to be the voice.

Myna, after all, was the voice of impoverished and jaded misery. She would have absolutely started a fight. Hell, she was already planning on stabbing the bastard!?

His rough hands fidgeted awkwardly as the petty criminal attempted to play it cool, his head tilting upwards at the Scarves underboss who was now looming over them like a bad smell. Speaking of, he reeked of mines, that acrid ether-stench pouring off of the man's skin like rotten essence.

“H-hey hey, how is it...hanging?”

The pale behemoth practically snarled, his face twisting into a disgusted expression as Taugdorm searched his mind for both composure and the right words to say.

“Ju-just wanted to uh...see if you'd be interested in...in uh on behalf of...em...y'know...”

“Is this what Rise thinks of me? A meeting in the fucking gutter with a pair of street shits?”

Oh lord.

“OH OF COURSE NO-”

A fat finger stabbed into Taug's chest, causing him to stumble backwards a single step as the criminal interrupted the half-orc's awkward protest.

“You disrespect ME?!”

Taug's eyes sought out his partner-in-crime's, as if hoping that she would interject somewhere in the middle of this mess (but not with the knife).

“N-no no no. I...this is a....misunderstanding, ha ha, you know, don't shoot the messenger and all that. We was....we were just wondering...on, uh, of course, the behalf of Rise...that...no I mean, if you'd be interested in...a...kind of... you know, collaborat- aaaah...no not that. More like....ah working relation...ship? Of...um...”

 

[Myna]

Bravado and confidence were something that Myna had learned to fake long ago. When one came from a background like hers it was difficult not to, especially when she lacked for the real thing. A smile flickered on her lips, though it was as forced as could be.

The man towered over the both of them, the line of Ether dripping into his cheek marking him was probably more than the average Raxxer. "We...well-we-look we're just...just the messengers like my friend...said...right?"

For the first time in the conversation the man's head turned towards...and then down at Myna. A snarl pulled across his lips.

"Why would I work with people who sent fucking errand boys to speak to ME!?"​

His voice boomed within the empty corridor they were standing in, resounding off the walls. Myna quaked for a second, a tingle of fear rushing up her spine. What in the FUCK had they gotten themselves into? How were they supposed to solve this?

"We...umm...just...money?" Myna offered, her hand unconsciously slipping beneath her robe. "Everyone likes money, right? I mean I do."

She tried to force herself to sound confident. "I imagine you do too, and Rise has a lot. More than the Scarves."

Myna cleared her throat, the man seeming to stop for a second, his head cocking to the side as if it would somehow help him think.

 

[Taugdorm]

Unfortunately, Taug's charisma seemed to be reserved for the local ladies and as such was lacking in the face of an ether-fuelled monster. Maybe if he just shut his eyes and pretended that the underboss was a beautiful, busty orc maiden then it would be easier to talk.

No, that...

...could it work?

The boom of his voice sent Taug back to reality, where he decided that he wasn't going to pretend like he was planning on fucking the Scarve's pet brick shithouse.

Then Myna hit out with actual useful words, like money and... money! Which at the very least gave the creature pause to stop and think. At least everybody in this cursed city could relate to one subject, and that was greed. His friend's sudden forced confidence gave him a small boost.

“Yeah, and the skies are the limit with Rise!”

Taug cleared his throat before doubling down on their new joint effort.

“Not just money too! Think of the respect you could get with Rise. You'd uh...never end up dealing with errand boys ever again for a start! Then there's also the money, but we said that already...and AND I BET you'd get fancy new digs up in the steeples!”

The man grunted, a rotten-toothed grin appearing on his face like some kind of mutant shark, “That a promise yeah?”

“Absolutely!”

Taug knew he needed to stop speaking.

“And the WOMEN, all of them right at your fingertips!”

Just close the mouth.

The underboss craned his neck, flexing his fists as if he was warming them up for a ritual beating (no, you filth-brained degenerate).

"Sounds to me like you two will say any old shit to save your skins."

 

[Myna]

Myna's fingers wrapped around the hilt of her knife.

She could feel her heart pounding within her chest, thundering in her ears. It felt as though it were trying to spring from her chest, end her life before the man in front of them could. A desperation clung to her. She wanted...needed this to work.

They had already fucked up once.

Rise had cut into Taug, threatened to do the same to her. If they fucked this up they were done. Rise would probably throw them into the nearest pit of Ether.

No one would care. Only Taug's mother. Her own would be thankful to be rid of her, and everyone else? They would just see it as another act of the day. The whole thing wouldn't even be a spectacle, just two more kids tossed aside.

A small bit of hope rose in her chest as Taug kept speaking, the man's intrigue lighting a dream of elation.

Then it was snapped away.

In an instant the man rebuked them, staring down with a wide smirk parting up to that plate in his cheek. He would not accept. He would not go for the deal. He knew he could kill them. Knew that Rise had probably just meant to send them tot their deaths.

Myna looked to Taug, glancing at him, then back towards the man. "Well...yeah..."

Then she jumped.

From the small of her back Myna wrenched her blade free. A cobble together shiv of a dagger, drawing from a sheath she had made herself. It stabbed forward as the little girl pounced, thrusting into the hulks flesh again and again.

 

[Taugdorm]

He wasn't wrong.

If Voxmire was a city with a core purpose at its corrupt heart then that purpose would have been survival. The only positive attribute that this place seemed capable of scraping up was its people and their tenacity. It would have been easy to just lie down and rot, but not one of those three people standing right there had done so, and from steeples to gutter it was all the same.

So yeah, they would say any old shit to save their skins.

However, what the Scarves' underboss didn't quite realise is what they'd do to save their skins and just as she said she would, Myna went in with the knife as if she were the patron saint of multiple stab wounds, and as the old addage went in Bile Hollow: where you found one, the other wouldn't be far behind.

Taug went in to try and restrain the hulking behemoth, slipping behind him and grabbing one of his arms in this process in what was an attempt to keep his large hams from being able to strike his friend's slight frame.

This had mixed success, as when the half-orc attempted to wrestle the other arm into submission its raw strength broke free of Taug's grasp and moved to backhand Myna, and swat her away as if she was nothing more than an overly-persistent pest.

 

[Myna]

Myna felt the smack of the ogre's hand against the side of her body.

A loud crunch echoed out as she felt one of her ribs bend and then suddenly crack. A gasp of pain lurched from her lips, and before she could take a breath the girl found herself thrown against the sidewall of the alleyway. The blade in her hand, slick with the underbosses blood went flying.

It clattered onto the cobbled stone, tumbling and slipping a few meters away.

Myna grasped at her side, a hiss of a breath slipping between her teeth. Her face scrunched in pain, eyes opening wide.

"You LOUTS! I'll tear your spines from your backs!"​

The man's voice boomed out, but Myna barely heard him. Instead what she focused on was the sight before her, the magic that coursed through the mans veins. She could see it more closely now, threading and moving through the whole of his body, the strength it gave him.

Something on his back pulsed, glowing brightly as Ether began to swim forward. Her lips thinned, and then parted in a shout. "Taug!"

Myna half stood up as she yelled.

"His back! The tube!" Her voice half broke as she struggled towards her knife.

 

[Taugdorm]

Taug winced at the very sound of the blow that struck his friend, the impact so violent that it practically vibrated through the shit-scented air that they all shared.

Now he wasn't as much of a pessimist as Myna, not even close (she could take a basket of puppies and make them seem like a bundle of doom and gloom) but the half-orc was feeling a certain degree of doom in terms of the pair of them having any chance of winning this fight.

And he wanted to keep his spine, thank-you-very-much.

Myra cried out and Taug jumped into action, using his position behind the mutant to attack the supposed weak spot. He didn't come packin' with a blade but he had a pair of hammers on the ends of his wrists. Meaty fists, all the better to hit you with, my dear.* So he pounded his right down on the cylinder with a hammer blow, which cracked the glass and caused refined-ether to leak and then followed with a second, which finished the job and resulted in the shattering of the tank. Crimson mingled with bile as Taug got in one more blow, his hands burning from the glass gashes.

"YOU WORTHLESS MAGGOTS!" the hulking behemoth roared, apparently not defeated by their tactics as he swivelled around and grabbed Taug's throat with a vascular hand.

He lifted and squeezed, bringing the half-orc off of his feet. It was at this point, with bulging eyes and reddening features that Taug began to make stabby motions, hoping that Myra would notice.

*Taug would never hit small girls wearing red hoods.

 

[Myna]

Myna had never been much of a fighter. Down here in the pits she was the smallest of the small for her age. She had always been slight, tiny, and in the face of this ogre they might as well have been facing a giant. Terror gripped her, even as she pushed herself back up from the wall.

Her eyes squeezed shut for a moment, the Ether that spilled free from the Underbosses burning bright to her eyes.

His voice broke through the alleyway, pulling open her gaze. Shock painted her features as she watched the man grab Tuag and lift him from the floor. A gasp spilled passed her lips, her eyes barely catching Taugdorm's desperate signal.

Panic filled her, head spinning to the floor.

Frantically she searched for the blade in the darkness, spotting it to the right of her. With a sudden rush she pushed herself from the wall, catching the hilt of the blade in her fingertips. She swooped herself up, and then lunged towards the Underboss. "LET HIM GO!"

She screeched, desperate to save one of the only two people to ever show her kindness.

The blade in her hand bit forward, slicing down and aiming towards one of those odd glowing veins she could see beneath the mans skin.

A breath passed, and then Myna felt the slightest bit of resistance. The knife dug in, and then tore through the Underbosses hand. It sliced through his tendon, fingers loosening around Taug's throat in an instant, his arm going limp as a screech of rage echoed from the man's throat.

His hand withdrew, other palm clutching his cut wrist as he screamed.

Before he could offer another threat Myna turned, veraciously jumping on the man and stabbing her blade into him again and again.

 

[Taugdorm]

Mercifully, Myna had not gone blind in the past thirty seconds and received the frantic signal...or perhaps she hadn't, and her default answer for all of life's problems had turned to knife crime.

Concerning, but ultimately an issue for another day.

Taug gurgled, face turning purple and eyes bulging as his stinging hands flailed awkwardly at his side until a knife brutally sliced through the offending hand wrapped around his throat. The sound of the melee thankfully spared Taug's blushes as he let out a small squeak super brave noise at the knife that had ventured a little close to his face.

He couldn't complain.

The underboss dropped him and was once more concerned with the small knife-wielding maniac that stabbed him with the fury of one thousand incensed rax wasps. This time the man mountain didn't seem so invincible, being staggered by the unending assault.

After taking a moment to catch his breath and survive a rough and ragged coughing fit Taug joined in the assault, moving to fell their foe with a running shove and a leg stuck out behind the underboss.

Much to his surprise, the playground tactics actually worked and the man, too (and rightly so) concerned with swatting at the woman stabbing him didn't notice the half-orc barrelling towards him. He toppled in tangle of legs and fell onto his side with an almighty squelch.

Definitely human shit.

 

[Myna]

Myna was enraptured, enraged.

She hardly even noticed as the mountain she'd been scaling was toppled onto his side. Didn't even see Taug practically lifting the hulk of a man into the air. Her whole focus was on what was in front of her, the knife in her hand.

All she could see was the blood.

The wounds opening as she cut. The ethereal light of the Ether flowing from the underbosses body as her blade pierced his flesh again and again.

A spark seemed to glitter through her eyes with every stab of her blade. She didn't stop. Couldn't stop. Fingers clutched the hilt of her knife until they were white. A scream echoed from her lips, Ether infused blood spurting from the man's wounds as he struggled against his foes.

"You! FU-SHI-AAGHHHH!"​

His one good arm came down, slamming against Myna in a desperate attempt to get her away, to throw the girl off of him. A hard smack smashed into her, the blow sending her onto the ground besides Taug and the underboos.

Her head spun, her fingers still clutching the blade.

The Underboss roared, reaching for Taug, his vice like fingers now noticeably weaker as he tried to pull the half-orc away.

 

[Taugdorm]

Taug froze and watched with ever-growing concern as Myna kept stabbing, she was transfixed, almost a woman possessed as she plunged the blade into the brute over and over again. Ether tainted blood spurted and sprayed, mingling with their flesh, their clothes and the shit of the gutter beneath them.

It was a mess.

He didn't even think that this level of mess was possible.

Foolish to doubt their powers of mess making, really.

After swatting his friend away the underboss made a grab for him but by that point Myna's relentless assault had worn his strength away, blood and ether pissing out of his system like a steady, stinking stream. This time Taug was able to resist, as he grabbed back, using both of his orcish hands to grapple with one of the beast's arms. As they both grunted it all seemed so undignified, wrestling amongst the rancid puddles of waste.

Taug managed to wriggle into an armbar of sorts, sending his booted foot into the side of the underboss's head, and then in a very dignified moment, he bit the man's fingers.

 

[Myna]

Myna had no dignity left.

Almost as soon as the man threw her off, she jumped back on. There was nothing left of the bluffing joyous girl. All she could manage to summon was a vicious bestial thing that fought for the survival of her and her closest friend.

The blade she clutched in her fingers stabbed again, and again, and again.

Rage erupted from her throat, echoing through the small alleyway as she cut through the underbossess Flesh. A crack rang out as Taug kicked forward, the half-orc's teeth sinking through his fingers with a loud crunch in echo.

It was a relentless assault.

Two figures breaking down a colossus.

For a few moments it seemed as though the man might have proven too much, as though the Underboss might somehow resist. Yet as they attacked, as they relentlessly assaulted the man it proved too much for even him to bare.

Ether tainted blood pooled upon the street, muscles gave out, gurgled desperate scream pulled through the air.

Then the man was dead.

His corpse lay upon the street, a shamble of a man, an echo of what might have been.

Myna never noticed. Never even took a second to care. Her blade kept stabbing down, piercing skin, drawing tainted blood. Stabbing into hard flesh.

Removing the threat to her friend.

 

[Taugdorm]

Not accustomed to biting the hands of strangers, Taug underestimated the strength of his jaw and in, what turned out to be a new horrifying layer to the unfolding calamity actually severed two of the behemoth's fingers, which now rattled around inside of his mouth.

He wriggled away, gagging before spitting the fingers out into the waste that they wallowed in. For a moment longer the half-Orc remained upon hand and knee, dry heaving at the horrendous taste left behind in his mouth.

It was then that he realised that the only sound he could hear beyond their ragged breaths were the repetitive wet stabs of a blade into a corpse.

Taug looked and saw his best friend lost in a harrowing frenzy; it was frightening.

"Myna," he spoke softly, "Myna, he's dead," and instead of waiting for the woman to come to her senses, he got off of his hands and knees and went to her, his arms gently wrapping around her smaller frame in an attempt to lift her off of the ether and blood-drenched corpse.

"I'm right here. We're safe."

 

[Myna]

The knife slipped from flesh one last time as Taug wrapped his arms around her slight frame and pulled Myna away. A startled cry escaped her throat, and her head half whirled around to see her companion clutching at her tightly.

A startled whimper pulled from her lips, but she quieted herself almost in an instant.

Every muscle seemed to relax, her body becoming limp in his grasp as she looked down at the corpse on the ground. Her lips turned to a scowl, her eyes closing for a moment as she took in short, shallow breaths. Chest rose and fell. "Right. Right."

Myna said softly, quickly.

"We're fine." She repeated. "We're safe."

The man was dead.

Fingers loosened around the blade, and with a clatter of metal and blood it fell onto the floor. "We're safe."

A lie that they all told themselves.

 

[Taugdorm]

For the entire course of their friendship, Taug was always acutely aware that Myna's life had been considerably worse than his. Oh, they stood in the same shit now but his relatively short life of hardship had always been lessened by his mother whereas his friend had grown up with nothing and nobody.

Taug loosened his grip around her as the knife fell to the floor, feeling that she'd found a sense of calm once more.

He could remember the first time he introduced Myna to his mum, the way she had coddled the meagre blonde girl and offered her an extra portion of mystery stew. Mazoga would eventually come to play mother hen for a large portion of Bile Hollow, but she had adopted her son's best friend first.

"Okay..."

The half-orc's gaze turned upwards, looking to see if any errant eyes had spied the altercation. None that he could see, but that didn't mean fuck all in Voxmire, where even the shadows had eyes.

"We just report this back, rig-" he started half-asking before realising that perhaps it was best that he attempted to take some kind of charge of the clusterfuck of a situation, "yeah, we just tell them that he wasn't playing ball, and things got violent."

Taug shrugged, before inspecting the shredded, glass-embedded mess that was his hands.

"Not our fault he didn't want to listen."

 

[Myna]

Myna felt herself gently dropped by the hands of her best friend.

Eyes squeezed shut for a brief moment, and she drew in a long ragged breath as she tried to gain a bit more control. Fingers clutched into tight fists, and then slowly she righted herself. Her chest rose and fell, her eyes fluttered open.

She gazed briefly at the corpse, then at Taug. "He didn't....He didn't cooperate...we tried."

Myna confirmed quickly.

There was no doubt that their...employers would likely have some objection, but...what were they supposed to do? Besides, the death of an underboss could be used in all manner of ways. One just had to be smart, push things in the right direction.

She was sure they would be fine...

"What if we take some of his..." She glanced at Taug's hands, a frown pulling at her lips. "His stuff."

Myna gestured. "Show we tried? Or at least have something useful?"

Despite the mess she'd made of the corpse, there was still something to salvage.

 

[Taugdorm]

"He attacked us."

Taug chewed on the inside of his cheek, tasting ether and blood once again as his eyes cast over the body again, almost as if he were afraid it might move in protest. They had tried in earnest, tried talking, tried flattery and at no point did the beast from the Scarves ever ask for mercy.

"Well, I mean, he doesn't need it," he started, suddenly wincing at how callous that seemed; the pair had committed their fair share of robberies, but usually not from the dead, "ah, no, yeah," he faltered before finally making a decision, "we can take valuables for Rise, but we shoul-gah!"

He grunted, having pulled a particularly large shard of glass from between his knuckles, his hands stained by both blood and ether. Fuck, it stung to high heaven. Mazoga was going to be furious.

Again.

"If he's got any keepsakes, we'll drop it off to his family. Anonymously."

 

[Myna]

It made sense. It wasn't like the Underboss was going to need anything on him now. In fact, if they left him here scavs would probably pick over his corpse anyway. By morning there would be nothing left of him but a few bones and whatever meat wasn't edible.

She took half a step towards the body, and then heard the Half-Orc let out a pained grunt.

Almost immediately the girl turned back. A deep frown flickered over her lips as Taug all but mutilated himself. She stepped forward towards her friend. "Taug..."

Myna hesitated for a moment, forgetting the corpse for just a brief second and just glancing down at her friends hands. There was no doubt that his mother would be absolutely steaming at...well all of this if she found out. But she loved, and cared more than anyone Myna had ever met.

"You should let Mama Maz take care of that." She suggested. "I can carry the stuff and you'll just hurt yourself more."

There was a brief pause, then she added. "Sorry."

The word was meek, quiet. She knew that this could have gone smoother, and that it was mostly her fault it hadn't.

 

[Taugdorm]

"Mama Maz is gonna beat me over the head with her stew pot," Taug offered with a slight grin that stung his face, making a trademarked attempt to lighten the mood around them, despite the corpse at their feet.

"Hey," he replied to her barely whimpered apology, a finger rising to boop her chin upwards so that she would look into the warmth of his brown eyes and cheeky grin, "stop being sorry," he flexed both of his hands, showing that they weren't too messed up, "as I recall, some oaf was doing all the talking."

He didn't really blame himself for shit heading south, but he didn't blame her either. He blamed the raxxed-up freak with anger management issues that had attacked them in the first place.

Didn't mean he wouldn't say anything to cheer up his friend though.

"You keep watch, and I'll go through his stuff, okay?"

 

[Myna]

Myna let out a quiet chuckle. Taug wasn't kidding, Mama Maz would hit him with the new stew pot, but not hard. She'd always told both of them not to get involved in...well pretty much everything that they were actually involved in.

"Alright." She said with a gentle dip of her head.

That feeling of guilt didn't shake away, but Myna always felt that. A frown touched her face, and she quickly glanced down towards the body one more time. Her head shook, and she with a quick sliding step she moved to the other-side of Taug. "Just be quick."

She said quietly.

"Someone will have probably heard." They were still in the Scarves territory, and neither of them were much in the state to fight anyone else. Better they got out of here as fast as they could, then back to...

Her head shook. She decided not to think about what this would all come to.