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[Abandoned Sewers]

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The sewers are the best places to go in order to travel semi safely. However, the water is highly toxic, so you'd have to be sure to wear proper attire, including a gas mask. Never touch the water, it is highly acidic, so acidic that it could eat the skin away within a few minutes.

Laen never thought of himself as a truly reckless person. On the contrary, he thought he was rather careful about what he did and how he did them, planning everything out so it would go without a hitch. It was on one of these many occasions that things went so very, very wrong. He donned his gas mask, finding his way down to the sewers, where he often used them to get from his home to the black market, where he bought a month's supplies and returned to his home. Gas mask donned, he was just starting back towards his house, clunky box in his arms, when the unexpected happened. He was jumped by a few thugs, his box snatched from his arms. Naturally, he retaliated, snarling behind his gas mask and launching at them, unarmed, and actually managed to rip one of the asshole's throat out before he was shot. The wound itself was clean, in and out, through his stomach and just barely missing his spinal cord. He fell, his box of supplies dropped and scattered as the thugs took what they wanted and fled, leaving Laen to bleed out on the ground, inches from the acidic sewer water. He always prided himself on being the silent hunter, but now that he needed to be loud, to get help, he was voiceless.

Ryu dragged his large breaker sword through the sewers loudly, not caring about the clanking and sparks that arouse from the detiriorating concrete. His face hidden by the oversized mask on his head. Nonetheless he had heard the riffle, and deicided to follow the rusty scent of blood lingering throughout the air.

Fuck, this was way more painful than he'd ever expected a gunshot wound to be. This was not the place to be wounded, with the toxic bacteria all around. He needed to get home, get it cleaned out and try to mend himself. He clutched at the wound, pained tears in his eyes, his ears flat against his head. The gas mask made it even harder to breathe, what with the wound and all, and made crying out for help all the more impossible. He could hear something rather unpleasant, making his ears press more firmly against his hair. The screeching of metal on stone. An infected or something for sure. He pressed a hand to the wound and forced himself up, trying to find a place to hide and limping into a small alcove at an agonizingly slow pace.

Ryu turned the corner ominously, his eyes scanning the scene before him. What an interesting little human. He swung the breaker sword up and over his shoulder with an intimidatingly large amount of force.

He flattened his ears, backing up a few places and hissing at the...infected? He couldn't be sure. Smelled like an infected, but didn't look like one. He snarled, blood coating the hand on his stomach, dripping onto the filthy ground. "Stay back!" He snarled, the fur on his tail poofing out to try and make himself look more intimidating.

Ryu stared down at him. "You're going to die." his voice was deep, dark and massive, echoing within the sewer tunnels. His mask was hulking, and seemed to be covered in fresh blood.

Ears pinned back and tail lashing, he took the comment as a threat instead. Yes, the masked man was terrifying, but he wasn't just going to run away with his tail between his legs. "Maybe so, but I'm not dying without a fight!" He growled again, though he only had one free hand to do so.

He gazed at the wounds, "I don't kill the helpless. You're going to die because those wounds are fatal. And these gasses are too. You're going to die because you are pathetic. And I'd like to change that." he replied.

He paused, still tensed, but tilted his head to the side. "Are you offering me a proposition?" How curious..an infected/human thing wishing to help him? He knew he didn't have many options, knew that the bullet wound was fatal, knew that he was in the worse place to be wounded. "How do you plan to do such a thing?"

"I invite you to join my infected. But you don't have much of a choice." he replied sternly. His knuckles tightening against the handle of the sword, popping loudly. And a little creepily.

He blinked, a little taken aback, though a small smile graced his features, hidden by the gas mask. "Sounds fun. What's in it for me?" He replied quietly, staggering weakly and quickly trying to hide it. He was acting calm, but he didn't have long.

Ryu tsked, "Life. That's whats in it for you. What else do you want from me?" he growled quietly, slightly offended that someone asked something in return. He rolled his eyes, stepping forward, his step being quite loud.

He moved to take a step back, but then paused, holding his ground. "Life as a half sentient being is not a life worth living." He replied softly. He knew he didn't really have a choice, but screw anyone who didn't let him have a final say in his own fate. It was finally getting hard to stand, and he leaned against the wall, sinking to the ground with a small groan.

He furrowed his eyebrows, "And life as a sad wast of anatomy is no better" he grumbled before taking the edge of his breaker sword and slamming it into his chest harshly, a greenish liquid travelling down the edge and into him.

He was about to argue, but didn't get the chance, crying out and falling still as the sword made quick work of whatever life he was clinging to. He lay still, slumped against the wall whilst the foul looking liquid seeped into the wound.

Ryu felt nothing as he did so. Not a twinge of guilt. He was as still as a statue. His eyes glued to the slowly changing boy before him. Who's skin was noticably paler, and his eyes were much brighter. Ryu of course remained silent. Little did the boy know, when changed by a god, you remain sentient.

He was beginning to stir, groaning softly. How was he to know that!? His head pounded, that was for sure.

Ryu pulled away, dragging the sword behind him as he walked in the other direction.

He lurched up to his feet with a yelp, stumbling to catch his balance before padding after him. "Hey!"

Ryu blinked, not having seen that coming. But he didn't turn around.

Laen tensed slightly, growling softly, his tail lashing in annoyance. How dare this guy jab him with his giant stick and ignore him!? "Stop!"

"I'd rather not. " he replied monotonously. His hefty breaker sword scraped behind him, almost clouding the thoughts of anyone around him.

He furrowed hsi brows, bounding after him and jogging next to him. "Why? Afraid?"

"No." he replied simply, sighing quietly. Maybe picking up random dying people to join his infected was a bad idea.

He tilted his head to the side, furrowing his brows and shivering slightly. "Then why?"

He stopped, not even glancing at him, "I saw potential." he said quietly, though the voice echoed throughout his helmet.

He furrowed his brows, pausing for a moment, then hesitated, moving to pull his gas mask off. Potential..huh?

He stepped forward a bit after not hearing a response.

Once freed from his mask, he dropped it to the side, purring softly and shaking his hair out. "Well...now I owe you, don't I?"

He turned his head subtly, not replying. Owe him something? He furrowed his eyebrows faintly in both confusion and surprise.

"I mean, you saved me, gave me a second chance at life and a sentient mind to live it in. I owe you."

He let out a sigh. Blowing a piece of his red hair out of his face, "I don't know how you could possibly repay me" he muttered.

He purred softly. "I have a lot of tricks up my sleeve that you don't know about."

He blinked. Oh. One of those ones. He continued walking forward, "Do me a favor, and leave me alone" he replied.

<< I was thinking, there's only one way that he'd take off his mask, and that's by taking a bath. So hot springs he's taking a dip and he's seen without mask? >>

((Sounds fun :) ))

He paused, shifting uneasily from foot to foot. "A-Alright." He murmured, pinning his ears back against his head and not moving to follow. Loyalty tugged at his gut, and he so dearly wanted to be by the other's side, as unwanted as he was.

((do you want to post at hotsprings first or shall i?))

<< Oh! Sorry, I was playing this game called Town of Salem. It's addictive XD. I'll post >>

((I love town of salem xP and okay))