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.
"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.