Welcome to The Duality of Man, an original animanga role-play that features numerous supernatural creatures. Unfortunately, these various species have distanced themselves because of the war that occurred thousands of years ago, plaguing some with eyes that only see their dualism. While others meddle themself with their differences, two groups fight, each attempting to eliminate the other in for their definition of worldly peace. These two groups of the Terror Response Syndicate (TRS) and the Assembly of Phantoms (AP). With individuals fighting merely over their differences, it brings uncertainty to the outcome of this war.
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Summer 2024
Heat has broken through into a glorious summer. The snow has entirely dried through the spring, leaving to the brilliance of the warmer months. Terror activity has risen as people are brought out of their homes, leaving the TRS in a position of consistent work. Each are attempting to maintain victory in the endless struggle for power.
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For someone so young, Mikaela sure had a lot of experience with the worst sides of life. It hardly seemed fair, but she wouldn’t complain about it. Regrets, insecurities, and fears hadn’t been an option for her until recently. Sure, she could occasionally reflect on her life and wish things had been different or shrink back in the face of a particularly fierce opponent, but when it came down to it she’d always keep moving forward and doing what she had to do.
Old habits died hard and she still made it through by shoving those negative thoughts and emotions to the side. They only got in the way. But tonight was different. She was sick of the limitations she usually tied herself down with. Maybe, just maybe, at the bottom of a bottle she could find a way to forget the past lives that had long since moved on from her.
She was only a few drinks in, and she was starting to get bored. It was time to make some entertainment. A crimson gaze scanned the bar, hunting for the perfect targets. Her attention caught on one particular couple and she spent the next couple of drinks observing them.
A muscly guy and a blond woman. The guy seemed protective. When others closed in on the woman he’d glower at them. And yet he wasn’t there for her. Sure, he was sitting with her, but he was periodically pulled away by a group of friends. She seemed disappointed every time this happened, but she was too meek to step up and say anything.
Mikaela wrinkled her nose. Both of their actions disgusted her. If you went out with someone you weren’t supposed to use it as an excuse to hang out with friends. And if someone wasn’t paying you the attention you deserved, stepping back and letting them do whatever they wanted wasn’t the correct solution.
She leaned back in her seat, contemplating, for a moment, whether she’d feel guilty if she messed up their lives a little. Deciding that no, she definitely wouldn’t, Mikaela waved down the bartender.
"Heyyyy, I have a favor to ask." her voice was accented thicker than usual and she took a moment to gather herself and find the right words in English. "That girl over there? The blonde that’s been nursing a cola all night? Next time her boyfriend goes over to play with that group of guys, can you send her a gin and tonic from me? Oh, and if you don’t tell her it’s from me specifically I’ll give you a nice tip. Just motion in my general direction if she asks." He looked at her dubiously and she offered a warm smile. Of course that would be a suspicious request and she should clear up any potential misunderstandings now. Or, at least, that’s what she would be thinking if she wasn’t lying through her teeth. "You see, we were sorority sisters a few years back and I want to see if she still remembers me."
Still seeming slightly skeptical, the bartender nodded and was pulled away by another waiting customer. Now for the important part of her plan. Her gaze scanned the bar again and she grinned at a passing stranger."Hey!" a hand reached out to loosely grab his wrist and she prayed to god that she wouldn’t get slapped for this. If she distracted him into staying and talking for five minutes that should be more than long enough.
"I don’t usually do this sort of thing, but can I buy you a drink? I can already tell it’s gonna be a long night and I don’t really fancy drinking alone." She tilted her chin down, looking up at him through long lashes with a coy smile. Upon closer inspection, he didn’t seem too far from her type. His eyes were the prettiest shade of green she’d seen in a while and they seemed to glow under the dimmed lights. But she couldn’t let herself get distracted! She wasn’t actually flirting, just setting him up to take a hit for her. No way would she let herself fall for a stranger in some dirty old bar.
Weaving through the bar full of slightly intoxicated people was as simple as navigating a graveyard. Everyone was standing in large groups as they crowded corners pretending to be having fun with people they probably hated. It was later in the night so the odds of a bar fight happening, especially at this little gem, were higher than usual. While it wasn’t something he could really participate in, he could still enjoy the fireworks.
Daichi made a beeline for the counter, about to pick the corner of the front bar with the best viewpoint when someone snatched his wrist. He flinched as his fingers instinctively dived to a concealed knife. Sage eyes whipped around to behold the most unassuming woman he had ever seen. Short stature, mahogany hair, slender frame. Nothing special at all except the ruby orbs that looked hopefully in his direction.
Was she… flirting with him?
A hint of irritation played across his brow in the form of a twitch. He practically ripped his wrist from her grasp with a sharp expression. But this was a good opportunity to play a little he guessed. As his hand fell from the blade, Daichi reached up and – in perhaps the rudest gesture ever, gave the woman’s cat ear a quick rub.
Her ear was surprisingly soft. He leaned in close with his most sincere smile before finally speaking.
“No thanks kitty, I’ve got plenty of options here and keeping you company is the last thing I’d want,” he pulled back, his usual grump-face in full display, “uncomfortable, wasn’t it? Next time don’t touch strangers. ” with that he turned to leave, satisfied that he’d paid back the unwarranted wrist grab in full.
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As he ripped away from her grasp she didn’t have the chance to hold on tighter. He didn’t like being pulled over by a stranger. She could read it on his face. At least... for a few moments she thought she could. Then it was gone, replaced by some other expression that escaped Mikaela’s understanding.
“What are you...” her gaze tracked his hand as it moved towards her and she growled as he scratched behind ear. She should punch him in the gut. She should kill him. But it would have to wait until later. If she drew too much attention to the two of them now it might catch the attention of her unwitting targets across the bar.
He pulled away and she stared blankly after him for a moment.
“Ma dai?!” she blurted out, apparently a bit too intoxicated to bite her tongue and conceal her emotions. Not that he’d understand what she said. Was he seriously just going to walk away without another word? No way was she that far off her game. Getting someone in a little bar like this to have a drink with her should have been child’s play. But no! Somehow she’d messed up and he was walking away. She wouldn’t allow it.
“What high and mighty plans do you have that make hanging out with someone like me so...” she paused to hunt for the right word, and her when she finally got it it rolled off her tongue in a thick drawl. ”Intolerable.”
She placed a hand on her hip and studied him. What made him so important? She knew first hand how hard it could be to determine who was actually dangerous in this world, but he wasn’t going to get out of a simple conversation with her without a fight.
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It didn’t sound like English but the quick reminder of his namesake caused Daichi to stop short in his course to get away. He shifted his front back to her, determined to at least hear her out. Certainly, if she were an assassin of sorts it would be a poor slip of the tongue to let him know she knew him.
On the other hand, seeing as he didn’t care for flirting, there was no possibility this woman knew him from passing. Still, her pointed tone seemed to poke his nerves enough that he decided she would be his game tonight.
“Well, I was going to sit in that corner and have a drink but now that you mention it, you are far too adorable for me to leave,” a sarcastic smirk played across his face, “I mean really, who doesn’t love a woman with such soft ears? Is your tail the same? I bet it’s a fluffy tabby tail!”
Daichi laughed at the idea, standing far taller than the woman across from him. Anzu would dive headfirst into this one with her games but while Daichi enjoyed a good game, he never went as far as his sister did. Sage irises settled on the woman’s ruby ones. It was an unusual color, lighter than the gem with a smoother quality. Inside lay fine lines, their pattern unique only to her.
Only when someone laughed loudly at the corner of the room did Daichi realize he’d been staring. “Maybe if you sat quietly across the table from me, i'll let you buy me a drink,” he was grinning like a fox now, trying his best not to poke at her ear for added measure. A small voice in the back of his mind told him this was why he was always getting slapped by women.
This one though, he just couldn’t help but push her buttons. Especially after that display.
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As expected, her question caused him to pause. She should give a reason for him to stay and talk to her while he was still interested in paying attention. But when he turned and spoke, he didn’t offer the brisk dismissal she’d been waiting for. In fact, his new attitude seemed completely different. She wasn’t sure she could trust the sudden turn around.
She initially tensed at the thought of anyone thinking of her as adorable, but that anger faded away and was replaced by a grin. Adorable. She could work with that. Even if the added jab about her fluffy, tabby cat tail hit a little too close to home.
She leaned against the bar, using the motion to casually glance at her other targets. She’d lost track of the guy, but that was a good thing. It meant she only had to hold her position for a bit longer before the much awaited collision was set in motion. After all, the girl was now sipping on a different drink.
She turned back to him when he continued talking, staring at him with an amused gaze. If she wanted to sit in silence she might as well drink alone. Then she wouldn’t have to pay for his drink too. ”Well, while that sounds like an.... entertaining time, I’m afraid I’m gonna have to disappoint you.” She sighed and leaned her cheek against her palm, but her eyes still glimmered mischievously. ”You see, I have a little secret.”
She paused and glanced around before leaning in closer and whispering: ”My tail isn’t fluffy. Or tabby.”
”I know, it’s shocking, but I’m just your average black cat.” She tilted her head to the side and grinned. ”Well, maybe not average. Us black cats are supposed to be bad luck.”
”If you’re in a place like this, you probably have enough bad luck. Maybe you should run while you still have the chance.” Disappointment filled her tone. It was meant as a sarcastic comment, but the truth behind it hit hard. No one should hang around her. She brought nothing but pain and trouble. She told herself that she cared about being a good person time and time again, but if it was true wouldn’t she just stay away from others? That would be safer for them.
In a smooth motion, Mikaela waved to get the bartender’s attention. She needed another drink, and she didn’t really care if the guy she was talking to wanted one from her or not.
He really couldn’t tell if the woman was drunk or just a looney. Daichi was admittedly disappointed when his jests fell on deaf ears.; he’d expected at least an irritated flick of her ear. Like a true nekomata, mischief sparkled in her eyes with her next display of haughtiness.
Daichi, not really sure where this was going, entertained her anyways. Mostly for his own amusement.
“Bad luck? Really?” his face broke into a line of amusement until he could no longer contain the laughter that was bubbling beneath the surface, “if you think something so mundane as that would chase me away then you have low standards in bar conversations.”
Daichi gestured outwards with his hands. “Don’t you know people here welcome bad luck? They come here thinking they have friends to drink and laugh without a care in the world but on the inside, they are alone, festering in despair while wearing the face of happiness around others. People come here to forget things and make poor decisions on purpose. You, bad luck Ruby, are no different from them.”
He placed some money down on the bar when the bartender swooped over, indicating which drink he wanted. Without warning he also ordered one for Ruby. As the bartender walked away, he shot Ruby a mischievous grin. Daichi leaned against the bar, watching the neko before him with a trained eye.
“So, why did you really come here? What could a bad luck cat like you be looking to forget?” sage eyes traced the contours of her face as though the answer lay within, “a boyfriend who no longer wants you? A fight with a friend? Maybe a handbag you couldn’t afford?”
Would these teases hit the mark? Probably not but Daichi couldn’t help himself. The boredom this bar was meant to bring had now faded away. He’d never expected to meet someone amusing here, even if it were just for a few minutes. Once he pushed her buttons enough, he could retire to a corner with his drink for his usual silent contemplations.
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Mikaela chuckled at the man's words. He was right, of course. Everyone here was trying to forget the hole that was slowly growing deeper beneath their feet. But why had he cared enough to point that out? Was he trying to cheer her up? The smile melted from her face at the thought, but he was too busy snatching the bartender's attention to notice.
"I thought I was the one that offered to buy the drinks." she observed, ear flicking in irritation. But she didn't say anything else. As long as he hadn't ordered her milk there was no reason to be upset.
Her stomach twisted in a knot as he finally threw out the dreaded line of inquiry. What was her story? She knew his specific words were meant to get under her skin and they worked. What nerve he had assuming he understood her. For all he knew, she could have just been bored or lonely. But it begged the question: Why was she here? She'd long since moved on from the past, so why did she still feel the need to hide from it?
When she finally turned to look at him, disgust was written across her face. "Is that really what you think I'm doing?" she asked. "Drowning out my insecurities?"
Her gaze studied the curves of his face, analyzing his expression with no shortage of curiosity. He was more interesting than she thought he'd be when she pulled him over. He was awfully bold to assume she had anything in particular to forget. For all he knew she could just be bored and lonely. The matter of his psyche demanded more attention.
"Alright. You wanna know my story?" she asked, sighing. Honesty. How was she even supposed to start on that? It definitely wasn't worth figuring out. "I have a boyfriend. The real mentally abusive type, but he has enough money that I stay despite that. Anyway, we got in a fight about how he wouldn't buy me a handbag and now I'm avoiding going back home until things blow over."
She shrugged and leaned across the bar to check the status on the drinks he'd ordered. Her gaze flickered back to him and she wrinkled her nose. "Before you judge me you have to know that it was a really cute handbag." She allowed the words a moment to sink in before cracking a wry smile.
"What about you? If you see through all these 'happy faces' what interest does a place like this hold for you? Are you an addict looking for some kind of twisted rush?" And if he was, would he be willing to really play with her? Maybe she was making a mistake in condemning him to a mere bar fight. She could probably do much better if she really put her mind to it.
For a split second Daichi thought she might actually tell him the truth. But when she spun her tale of woe and misfortune, he knew instantly she was laughing at him. Daichi’s cold gaze remained unwavering as Ruby continued to sing the praises of her non-existent handbag. Which way would push her buttons more? Maybe that was the fun of it; he simply had no idea.
“Your boyfriend will love your flirting with other people then,” he quipped back and then added, “though I guess you’re the kind of woman who takes joy in instigating fights or maybe you just don’t care about anyone other than yourself.”
Daichi leaned closer, a smirk spreading across his lips.
“I’m always looking for a twisted rush,” he turned towards the bar, grabbing the drink that the bartender slid in front of him and giving it a little stir. Ruby’s drink sat just to the right but he didn’t touch it as he turned back to her, “you see my father never loved me. My mother died before I was born so I’m an only child. I used to do drugs to keep the edge off but now it doesn’t fill the gap in my heart. My interests are darker…”
He gave the woman his best (and quite convincing) cold stare. For dramatics mostly, Daichi took a long sip of the drink in his hand before continuing his own spun tale.
“You see the truth is, I can’t afford a handbag I like so instead I come here to stare enviously at other’s handbags,” Daichi laughed, his serious expression caved to one that once again echoed his amusement. If that didn’t make her angry, he’d have to dig a little deeper.
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His gaze was freezing as she told her story. She'd thought it was a little funny, but people had different senses of humor. When he finally spoke she realized he was just holding off until he decided how he wanted to try and get under her skin next.
"I'm sure he does worse than flirt behind my back." she frowned. The story she was telling was meant to be transparent, but that didn't mean she wasn't going to stick with it. The follow-through was always just as important as the lie itself. "And I'm not the type to let that sort of thing go unmatched."
She leaned in as he began weaving his own story. She was sure it was meant to be sad, but she couldn't bring herself to pity him any. Having a mom die on you was much better than having her abandon you to what she knew was a living hell. She understood her mother's actions, and she was kind of grateful her sister wound up safe, but that hadn't made her feel any less abandoned growing up.
The bad boy act was also far too cliche. His interests were darker? What the hell was that supposed to mean? They were just petty words meant to scare her away. And yet his cold gaze had her fixed. That beautiful promise of danger was hard to fake. On any other day she would have loved to poke at that chilling demeanor to see how deep it really went.
Alas, she had other plans in motion and they were starting to come together. Out of the corner of her eye she caught a blur of movement near her other targets. She didn't need to look to see the argument she knew would ensue. Instead she kept her attention fixed on the man as he went on to explain how envious he was of handbags. She made a mental note of the fact. Maybe she could steal a handbag and give it to him as an apology for the mess she was throwing him into.
"Well, while the tough guy act is charming, you should really walk away now unless you want to prove it." She set her gaze firmly, daring him to leave. If the bad luck threat wasn't enough, she was pretty sure this wouldn't be either. And if she was wrong? Well she'd be very disappointed.
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Still committed to her ridiculous story, of course. Even if the sky were falling down around her, she’d probably continue to claim it was the same pastel blue it always was. Well, then he would commit to his own.
Daichi struggled not to laugh as she seemed to process his words. The handbag part didn’t even bring a twitch to the corner of her mouth which only made him more perplexed at this point. It was almost like she was concentrating on something else entirely.
“I’m not a dog that jumps for tricks,” he replied in a cold tone, “besides, what are you going to do? Meow incessantly at me until I feed you?”
Daichi chuckled, taking a long swig of his drink. He realized that the one he’d ordered for her still sat untouched. Of course. She’d asked to buy him a drink and so now she wasn’t even going to drink. Normally that would make him suspicious enough. Was she scoping him out before a kill? His eyes focused on the dip of her two, dark ears.
No. If she was good enough to draw his interest elsewhere then he deserved to be murdered. Settling back into his hubris, he tapped the counter by the drink he’d bought her.
“I thought you were thirsty? It’s not poison you know,” he flashed white at her through his smile.
What a strange woman. Well, it didn’t matter how much of an enigma she was because he would be leaving after this drink. Daichi took another long sip of the gin before settling on the bar stool. No sense in standing anymore.
He closed his eyes for a second, drinking in the loud din of the bar around them.
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"There there Touri, I'm not gonna try to make you jump." she drawled, rolling her eyes. What good would a jumping dog do her? They had sharp teeth for a reason. She'd much rather see him rip out someone's throat.
He stared at her for a few moments and as she counted the seconds she wished she could get inside his brain and figure out what he was thinking. What did anyone think when they saw her? Surely nothing accurate. No way was he thinking she'd destroy his word if he stuck around, right?
She swirled the liquid in the glass, studying it closely. She hadn't really thought it would be poisoned, but being prudent never hurt anyone. After all, she'd had people try to drug her drink before. It did not turn out well for them. Unfortunately, this was not one of those situations. By all indications of her brief examination, the only toxic substance in this drink was alcohol.
Hearing angry footsteps amidst the din of the bar, she figured the time had finally come. "Meow." she purred, then took the first sip of her drink and waited for chaos to ensue. She'd given him plenty of warning and he'd shrugged it all off, so she really couldn't offer the slightest bit of pity when a large man ambled up and shouted in his face.
"Oi! Who the hell do you think you are?!" A ruddy face loomed over them, and Mikaela was glad she wasn't the target of that rage. Not that she thought he'd be a semi-worthy competitor, but she desperately wanted to shrink back in disgust. From an outside perspective he probably seemed fairly normal, but she'd observed his behaviour all night and she absolutely hated him. She really hoped her new 'friend' would put up a good fight.
"Last I asked, he says he's a dog." Mikaela piped in before Touri could respond to the question, resisting the laughter bubbling beneath the surface. She'd expected more than a bit of yelling for the initial collision, but he seemed mad enough to start a fight and that's what really mattered. The man offered her an unamused glare before fixing his threatening stare back on Touri. "Ooooh, scary." she pouted, taking another sip of the drink.
Touri? Where the heck had she gotten that nickname from? Daichi didn’t bother opening his eyes for a second. No, it was the not-so-subtle slap of feet against wood that told him someone else was approaching. Like a cat that was far too tired to be bothered, he opened one eye gingerly. In truth it was the playful meow that Ruby gave him that caused him to reevaluate his life choices.
"Oi! Who the hell do you think you are?!".
The words were pointed, suggestive of someone who’d had far too much to drink, and spoken directly at Daichi’s ear five times too loudly. “Is this about your girlfriend here? You know, you really should buy her that handbag. She’s been absolutely livid trying to get her hooks into someone tonight,” he didn’t take his eyes away from the drink in his hand, giving it a little stir, “I mean look at her, meowing at strangers now.”
Daichi kept his expression neutral though there was a particular sort of disdain lightly aimed at Ruby for a second only long enough for her to notice. Had she been warning him that her boyfriend was near with that story? He really had thought it was fake. “Personally, I’d dump her and get a new one. Seems like too much work,” even before he’d finished the sentence Daichi knew he’d gone too far. He wasn’t good in a fight with a combatant of equal strength but a drunk? Unless there was fire involved, he’d be fine.
As he raised the glass to take another drink a bear-like smack sent the glass flying behind the bar.
Shrieks rose up from one corner followed by a deadening silence. The glass crashed against the interior counter and shattered into a thousand pieces. Daichi’s hand remained poised midair, irritation flying across his brow. But the boyfriend wasn’t done. He grabbed the collar of Daichi’s jacket and pulled him close in what was meant to be an intimidating motion.
“You think you’re better than me you little shit? I’d like to see you keep talking trash now.”
Daichi had to resist from wrinkling his nose at the assault of drink-breath that wafted his way. Well, this was going to be very, very not boring.
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Was Touri... Supporting her quest for a handbag? She was sure it was meant to be mocking, but it was still more consideration than she's been expecting. Or, at least it was until he told the man to dump her. Her ear flicked in irritation. Her? Work? What gave him that impression? He didn’t know her well enough to make that claim.
"To be fair, 90% of the people in this bar are better than you. I mean, I don't see any of them trying to throw someone across the room over a mere drink." she pointed out. Touri had understandably been caught off guard by a stranger's unbridled rage, and Mikaela felt a trace of guilt for that. A short distraction should put them back on even ground. Fortunately, her interjection had been enough to cause that distraction.
Suddenly, the full force of his glare was focused on her once more. He still held Touri in his grasp, but he wasn't paying attention. "You--"She held up a hand to silence him at that one word. The disregard seemed to offend him further, but she didn't care. She didn't need a stream of hot, alcohol scented breath shot at her.
"Yeah, yeah, this is none of my business, I've already done enough, yada yada yada." She waved him off.
She settled for making eye contact with the blonde across the bar. Her eyes had gone wide and she looked frozen in her seat. Playing to the role of an innocent bystander, Mikaela offered a pleading look. This girl, his actual girlfriend, was the only one that could really stop the impending fight. While that wasn't what Mik wanted, her desire to see if there was any drop of courage in the woman won out. She could see the two choices fighting within the blonde, but hesitation was just as bad as doing nothing at all.
Mikaela instead tuned back into the fight. The guy seemed angrier than before her interjection, if that was possible, and she was pretty sure she wasn't imagining the irritation in Touri's features. But was it enough? Maybe she should have done something to hold this off until he'd had more to drink. For all she knew, he could be some sort of pacifist that didn't fight willingly. That sort of behaviour would just ruin her fun.
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He’d expected Ruby to stand idly by nursing her drink as she watched the fireworks play out. Instead she almost seemed to be taking his side for a second. Daichi’s fingers slid to grasp the hilt of the knife inside his jacket as the behemoth before him focused his white-hot rage on the neko. If he so much as moved an inch in her direction… but the man’s attention soon focused back to Daichi. “Can you please just say what you have to say already? If you’re going to beat me up just do it already,” Daichi forced his tone to be bored, specifically to hit a nerve and then added, “thanks to you I need to buy a new drink.”
Fortunately, this was enough to spur the drunkard into action, he shoved Daichi backwards with a snarl. The jorogumo staggered into a nearby table. As his hand gripped a chair the table’s contents were sent flying with the impact but Daichi remained relatively unharmed.
This was far too much of a scene for him to be involved in right now and, as much as he wanted to play, this was neither the time nor the place.
As the belligerent man swung a fist in his direction Daichi ducked and then pulled the knife from its carefully hidden sheathe so that the blade drew a thin line of blood as he held it to the man’s throat. If the bar had been quiet before it was absolutely still now.
“Contrary to what this looks like, I’m not going to kill you,” he narrowed his eyes at the ruddy-complexioned man who stood facing a dilemma he probably had never faced before, “this is just a reminder that you don't own her.”
Daichi withdrew his knife, tucking it back where it belonged. Already the bar’s bouncer was on his way over and the bar tender held a cellphone in her hand. It was time to go. He shot his hands up in a gesture of peace and, with one last look at the neko who’d instigated the whole thing, made his way outside.
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Finally the first move was actually made. Mikaela finished off her drink and withdrew a small piece of paper and pencil from her bag. She didn't know how long she'd have to make this move and she'd much rather have all the pieces in place. 'Next time, stand up for yourself. You deserve better.' She folded it in half a couple times, hoping that made it too much effort to peek at - or tear in half. He seemed like the lazy type anyway.
Her gaze darted back to the fight when someone in the crowd gasped. It appeared Touri had pulled out a knife. Of course he'd be boring about this. She listened to his last threat and watched him saunter out before approaching the defeated man.
"And by that he means the blondie over there. She may not say anything, but it's not polite to take someone out when you're not actually interested in spending time with them." she warned. If she were him she'd be thanking herself for the advice. He didn't seem to take the information so kindly.
"Oh yeah?" A hand clamped down on her wrist, freezing her in her spot. She resisted the urge to recoil as he leaned in. "Just because I was focused on your friend earlier doesn't mean I'm any less pissed at you. So keep your mouth shut, kitty-cat."
It was meant to be threatening, of course. And people that had less experience being threatened may have cowered. She, on the other hand, was more focused on wiping away the spit that accompanied his words. "Kitty-cat? You're thinking of my sister. Now, I don't have a knife, but I have a mean front kick and as a rule I don't bluff, so I suggest you let go of me." she said in a hushed tone. Things had calmed down a little and it seemed no one was looking at the two of them, so she could still escape being banned here for life if she played her cards right.
The lamb had other plans. "If you won't shut up, I'll make you!" Rage echoed across the bar and once again people fell silent. She was about to open her mouth to ask how he planned to do that when a fist collided with her cheek. Of course, he couldn't have just backed down. Not from a girl like her after he'd just been threatened with a knife. What was she compared to that? Sighing like a disappointed parent, she jammed her heel on his foot and twisted out of his grasp. He stumbled back in surprise and her hand reached up to her face, gently testing the damaged skin. How bothersome. But she wasn't interested in dealing with the brute any longer so it was time to wrap things up.
"That was my bad." she addressed the entirety of the bar. As much as she wanted him to get in trouble, she really didn't want to deal with him following her out. "Pay him no mind, I was out of line and now I'm on my way out. Things should settle down in a couple minutes here." There was a bit of mumbling, but she made eye contact with the bartender. In the woman's eyes she saw the recognition that Mikaela was the one who started all the drama and if she left things should go back to normal.
"Give this to your girl." she muttered only loud enough for him to hear, handing him the slip of paper she'd been clutching. He offered a displeased grunt, but it wasn't a denial and she figured she'd overstayed her welcome. She left some cash on the bar to cover her tab and slipped out into the night.
As a chill that had little to do with the cold danced across her skin, she instinctively pulled shadows closer. She was ok with darkness when it was under her control, but shadows, like everything else, would betray her just as easily as they helped her. Nonetheless, she took a few steps onto the dark street before pausing to re-orientate herself.
A quick look in the camera of her phone told her her cheek was a bit red but nothing too noticeable. She didn't really care if it bruised later, she just didn't want to be called out on it yet. It wasn't worth fussing over though; there was nothing she could do just here.
"Hey Touri! You still hanging around?" Her voice echoed, bouncing back at her in a barrage of noise. She cringed back slightly. If Touri was still here she wanted his attention, but who knew what other unsavory figures might be hiding out on a street like this so late at night? She wasn't really interested in picking fights tonight.
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