Desmond Miles ❖ 007

[failssassin]

Who: failssassin and all of somarium !
Where: In front of his club, in Somni
Style: Starts in third, but I'll match any
Status: OPEN! Desmond's club falls victim to the Prohibition mob and gets burned down to the ground. Come comfort him! Or laugh at him! Or be part of the mob! Police officers and firefighters very much welcomed in this thread as well!
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[walk_in_grey]

Allen had seen these kind of events unfold along his travels. Angry mobs trying to eject social pests. But this scale was a little larger than what he was used to or what he had faced during his years with his master. When he saw where the mob was exactly, he frowned and made his way through the crowd. Thanks to the suit this world had forced on him, he didn't stand out as much. Not to mention these bastards were more focused on the destruction than the white haired young man making his way through.

He arrived just in time to see Desmond get struck in the stomach with the tommy gun. It was too late for the club Allen could tell that fire would not go out without a substantial amount of water. So instead he focused on the men pinning Desmond down.

"Let him go! Haven't you done enough!?" Allen pushed aside one of the protesters and balls up a fist to strike another in the jaw.

[failssassin]

Right the moment the weight on his shoulders disappear, Desmond stood up and turned around to see Allen fighting off the rioters. The crowd seemed to shift its attention from the burning building to the white haired young man fighting and the novice knew it was a good thing. He reached over for Allen's shoulder:

"Stop it. It's not worth it. They're not worth it." Desmond was sad and pissed off about the lost of his club, but it was still not worth a bloodbath. "We...should get out of here too" he added as a common growl seemingly came from the angry mob. Things were probably about to get ugly in here.

[walk_in_grey]

He was doing alright though, thanks to his superhuman strength in his left and the monkey like agility and dexterity earned during his training with Fou, he was easily keeping up with the protesters. Still Desmond wanted to end this as peacefully as possible it seemed and he had promised Lenalee to not get into such potentially nasty situations so he nodded and tossed another demonic glare at a protester who seemed ready to charge at him. The man instantly jumped back and hid behind another.

"If you're sure. Let's go then."

[failssassin]

It wasn't a question if skills: Desmond could see very well how the other young man could hold his own in a fight. But the Assassin in training refused to hurt innocent people, even if they were responsible for burning down his club. That and the sheer number of rioters was overwhelming and they would certainly be disadvantaged in the fight. It was clear that they were out for blood, but the bartender didn't want to find himself at the end of their fists.

"Yeah, I'm sure. There's nothing we can do now for the club."

He turned his back to the brazer and made his way out of the crowd, but not without having to shove his way out from time to time. He gave a quick look at Allen to make sure the other male was following him.

"....Thanks for help me..."

[walk_in_grey]

When you fought against monsters that could turn you to ash if they so much as grazed you, human opponents became all the more easy to keep up with and avoid. Still Allen followed Desmond through the crowd occasionally throwing a glare at anyone apparently intent on blocking their way.

"I'm sorry I wasn't here sooner..." Allen was always like that. Wanting to help all the time and then shouldering the burden of failure when he was too late/

[failssassin]

"Don't apologize, Allen. This not your fault" Desmond offered with a shrug. Now that the situation was truly sinking in, the bartender was feeling the anger and frustration rising up in his chest. It was contained well, except for the frown on his face.

"There's nothing more you could have done even if you had come earlier."

He could almost hear Lucy's voice as he spoke. It was something the blond would have been more likely to say. Maybe he had been learning well under her training.

[walk_in_grey]

There it was. The classic reply he would always get. No matter how true it didn't stop him from feeling that silent jab of guilt.

"I suppose. What will you do now? Stay low for a while?" Allen asked with worry. Those people could always try and do more after all.

[failssassin]

The bartender looked back at the raging crowd and shrugged lightly:

"Yeah, that would probably the best thing to do. That and trying to find a new job, I guess."

Because now that he had lost everything, he'd have to find another one to pay his rent and food and clothes.