Her name is a killing word [Open!]
Once again there they were; they made it to their sanctuary through the fighting. The streets were peaceful now, but who knew for how long. She cursed under her breath, setting her gun down on the counter as she rebandaged her arm. In the thick of it all, he grabbed her-- forgetting her wound-- and threw her out of the way to finish taking their target down. Though it was in her best interest, he knew she was annoyed. Usually in this situation, especially with Oni, it meant it was best to just apologize and try to move on. Dante Fawkes slid his own gun in its holster, shaking his head. "Ok, yeah.. Sorry. Overreacted there.” He muttered brushing his hair back before peering back at her. “Can you blame me though?” Honestly... it was either that or she could've been dead. He grunted a bit. "Better that then have me peeling your bloody carcass off the street, right?"
She started speaking, saying something in response to him with the roll of her eyes, but his eyebrows narrowed as he couldn't hear a word she was saying. “Huh?” He tilted his head, rubbing his ear.
“Speak up, doll. Can't hear you.” He complained. She seemed to get frustrated and kept talking.... again, with no sound reaching his ears. He didnt get hit that hard did he? Soon... he couldn't even hear his own voice. He could swear he was saying her name, trying to get her attention, or at least to figure out what the hell was going on with his ears. He tried saying her name again. And again. He grunted, unsatisfied that the situation wasn't bettering itself and he closed his eyes, holding his head. The Rift took him, and yet he felt nothing at all.
“ONI.” He yelled. This time... he heard it. Along with windows breaking and a car alarm. With a pause he stopped.... lowering his hands and slowly opening his eyes. ...Oni wasn't there... but a nice bright blue car was. A nice bright blue car with a shattered windshield and flashing lights.
“Hey you!” Someone called to him from down the street. Fawkes looked over, realizing he didn't recognize this place at all. He was in an old warehouse one minute and outside the next... Where the hell was he? When was the last time he even saw a brand new car like that? He spotted a very furious man running right towards him. “The FUCK did you do to my car???”
Weeelll... shit. "It was like this when I got here, man, I swear." He tried to defend, but somehow that didn't seem to be the answer the guy wanted. While the other gentleman decided to curse him out, Fawkes decided it was useless to try to save his own hide. What did this guy want from him? "Ok, yeah, sure. I smashed your window in. 'That what you want to hear, cueball?"
As expected, that statement got the assumed reaction-- which was a swift punch to the face.
It was almost like home. Almost.
She started speaking, saying something in response to him with the roll of her eyes, but his eyebrows narrowed as he couldn't hear a word she was saying. “Huh?” He tilted his head, rubbing his ear.
“Speak up, doll. Can't hear you.” He complained. She seemed to get frustrated and kept talking.... again, with no sound reaching his ears. He didnt get hit that hard did he? Soon... he couldn't even hear his own voice. He could swear he was saying her name, trying to get her attention, or at least to figure out what the hell was going on with his ears. He tried saying her name again. And again. He grunted, unsatisfied that the situation wasn't bettering itself and he closed his eyes, holding his head. The Rift took him, and yet he felt nothing at all.
“ONI.” He yelled. This time... he heard it. Along with windows breaking and a car alarm. With a pause he stopped.... lowering his hands and slowly opening his eyes. ...Oni wasn't there... but a nice bright blue car was. A nice bright blue car with a shattered windshield and flashing lights.
“Hey you!” Someone called to him from down the street. Fawkes looked over, realizing he didn't recognize this place at all. He was in an old warehouse one minute and outside the next... Where the hell was he? When was the last time he even saw a brand new car like that? He spotted a very furious man running right towards him. “The FUCK did you do to my car???”
Weeelll... shit. "It was like this when I got here, man, I swear." He tried to defend, but somehow that didn't seem to be the answer the guy wanted. While the other gentleman decided to curse him out, Fawkes decided it was useless to try to save his own hide. What did this guy want from him? "Ok, yeah, sure. I smashed your window in. 'That what you want to hear, cueball?"
As expected, that statement got the assumed reaction-- which was a swift punch to the face.
It was almost like home. Almost.