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Characters: Vincent Valentine, Rion Steiner, anybody else joining EPIC CRAB ADVENTURES
Content: After a couple months of being trapped in a musty old basement, Vincent finally re-emerges into the outside world.
Location: The former Meteor Mansion - Spring Street
Time of day: Evening
Warnings: Violence, some blood, and craaaaaaaabs.

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With enough makeshift Delmetor capsules in his pouch, Rion knew better than to set out unprepared these days. The PPECs he had preserved up until now weren’t enough to keep him fully safe, and it would take a lot more than a few shots of Nalcon or some bursts of Red in order to fend for himself.

James had shown him how to do it once. Create a makeshift flamethrower out of hairspray and a lighter. Not only did this preserve any Red he had left in him, but it also was a delight to hear the smoldering of flames and the squealing of the nasty creatures. They tried to take him down. They should have known better. Sure, they had proven to be a bigger pain than they used to, and these were nothing compared to armored guards or the Rabbits and the arabesque. Nothing Rion hadn’t faced before.

Now, being blind while facing them... He would be lying if he said it wasn’t difficult. However, at this point he had gotten so used to being unable to see that he became sharper at paying attention in general. He could hear their movements, and yeah,

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'Shit. Not this again.'

Sounds of battle were enough to draw him out of a half-conscious stupor, only to be met with the unpleasant sight of sharp, daggerlike claws mere inches from his bloodied face. He tried to stand, tried to get up, but the broken arm snapped in protest and he bit back a yelp, deep red eyes narrowing at the boy fighting for his life before turning to the looming monster.

Drip.

Drip.

The fingers of the gauntlet clicked metallically. Kill it. Tear out the eyes.

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Not long after he had taken out the one, Rion picked up the sound of someone being disturbed by yet another one of the monsters. He turned his head in that direction, catching where it was, as well as the one being attacked. Male. Sounded to be an adult. He was on the ground. The only stench of blood he sensed was the monster gore, not people. But his senses were picking up a mixture of several things, so Rion couldn’t tell if he was injured based on what little sense of perception he possessed

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Broken arm flopping uselessly against the concrete, the splash of human blood pooling under his damaged body, the former science experiment crawled forward when the monster did, nearly vomiting when the city itself seemed to tip him forward, darkening his vision in a pain-filled haze.

Bang.

It was after the popping crack of a elbow and the heavy sound of a adult male thudding limply against the concrete that he heard it. The sound of a gun. Rifle.

But it was dead now.

Dead.

Go to sleep.

[benbernanke]

Parano had packed a bag and set out almost immediately after Rion made contact over the network. He wasn’t about to pass up this opportunity or allow for Birdman to beat him to it. He wasn’t sure what he’d do exactly once he did see Rion though. Hadn’t quite thought that one through yet. Revenge for what occurred the last time the two had met sounded about right. An eye for and eye and a chunk of concrete to the side of the head for a chunk of concrete to the side of the head, after all. But at the same time, something about it didn’t quite sit all that well with him. Why end it all now? Where would the fun in that be? Well, he knew the answer to that, actually. Tearing the boy apart would be an absolute delight. And absolute scream. But then it would be all over. And then what would he have? Nothing to taunt Birdman with anymore. No, he wouldn’t have much of anything left at all. Keeping the boy close at hand, however, could prove to be fun times.

Oh it would make Birdman so jealous.Fucker couldn’t finish the job or track him down

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He was about three seconds away from pummeling the next thing that decided his ribs were simply for kicking, even half-conscious.

Dazed, disoriented crimson eyes fluttered open to the sight above him; crooked, fanged teeth, bizarre clothing, and the eyes of one beaten in the head enough to find to blowfish and knaw on it simply for the sake of boredom. A real live nutcase. Yay for him to get this guy.

If this was the 'help' the kid called...

...

...how far was it back to the basement again?

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With the knowledge of the kind of help that was coming, Rion wasn’t too keen on staying out in the open. He had no reason or sense of duty to the guy that was hurt to stick around him, though. Nonetheless, the boy figured he would stay at least unseen all the while as the injured guy rested. If he died, then it was no fault of his own, since Rion did the only thing he knew.

Should help not have come at all, Rion wouldn’t have been surprised. After some time, however, he began to notice the sounds of someone lumbering down the street. He crouched behind a dumpster in the nearest alleyway, a few yards from where the near-dead man lay and where his would-be “doctor” would come by and aid him.

Then, Rion glowered a little.

Parano. That stupid fuck. What the hell was he even doing here?

Surprisingly, the freak didn’t even make any efforts to kill the already dying man (although it might have been considered an act of mercy at this point). Rather, from what Rion gathered just by hearing, he actually wound up tripping on the lying man

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So he was alive. The man didn’t look all too pleased about it though. He looked more pissed off than anything.

What a grumpy asshole.

“What the hell happened to you?” he asked, taking his foot away from the other’s side. “Crabs? Lynch mob? Birdm-“

A sudden rushing of footsteps from behind caught his attention. Whipping around, he saw a familiar, eyeless face approaching with a wooden plank raised and ready to bash his skull in. Oh, cute. Fucking shitbag couldn’t wait two God damn minutes before breaking into this old song and dance. Parano ducked immediately as the angry, wooden plank-wielding boy swung.

Swing and a miss!

Before he could give it another go, Parano’s hand shot upward to grab onto the end of the plank. He yanked down, pulling it and Rion down to his level. His other hand curled around the boy’s wrist, much too tightly for comfort. He leaned in close so his face was only inches from the other’s. His lips curled back and a low growl rumbled its way up.

“That’s not any way to treat people you asked to come all