Roaches

[sacrificestogod]

Characters: Apostle, Reed, Youth, Handmaiden, Stoneface aaaaand some NPC Watchmen because CLEARLY we need more people up in here.
Date/Time: September 13, Morning
Location: Butcher's Shop
Rating: R for violence and cussing
Summary: (Apostle's back to work, but it looks like the Watch is hot on his trail.)

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[stonyfaced]

Stoneface had grimly led the small squad of the Watch's best fighters to the Butcher's and left the rest of the Watch in Sky's capable hands. The thought crossed his mind that if they all perished here, then Sky would

[ice_echani]

If Handmaiden had been head of the Watch, she might have assigned Stoneface to another duty rather than allowing him to come here. She had asked him if he was certain it was a good idea for him to come, but she'd known what his answer would be and hadn't raised the matter again. And it was reassuring to have him at their backs. She could feel the anger boiling in him, but she knew he would not give way to it no matter what happened. They were here for justice, not vengeance

[spandexisyouth]

After Handmaiden had questioned Stoneface, Youth let the matter be. He would do what he could to help keep his boss safe, but his duty was clear. Apostle was the priority. He'd be a difficult priority, too. Youth had a feeling he wasn't remembering nearly all that was important.

While he'd done his best at hiding his energy, something he'd been very slowly working on with help, Youth knew Apostle had to be aware of him. But Apostle couldn't know their number, and thus they still had a little bit of surprise.

Youth watched Handmaiden prepare and made sure he still had the spare pillowcase with him. If they could get that over his head (and he wasn't sure it mattered if the head was still attached or not) he couldn't find anything else that got knocked off to put back on. He picked up a simple pebble from the ground. When she moved, Youth matched her, throwing the small rock past Apostle at the wall, a distracting technique. He leapt forward, foot headed for Apostle's head. Hopefully one of them would connect.

[heretic_hamlet]

He and his squad, tasked with bringing a fanatical murderer to justice... he was almost ashamed at how right it all felt. Not to say he took comfort in the murders, or the fact that they now staked their lives against a dangerous maniac who killed in the name of his god... only that it was what he should have been doing

[sacrificestogod]

The door was thrown open, and there were fucking heathens there. Members of the watch, probably. Like he gave a shit.

He watched them, and things seemed to slow. A rock was thrown, and he glanced to it, and that was when he felt the pressure on his body causing him to take a step back against the wall.

Yelling, weapons being drawn, he held up the cleaver with a smirk.

"Fucking-" and the bubbles started, which he had learned to ignore. "-make me, you heathen cocksuckers! I can take you all on!"

And that was about when a foot connected squarely with his face. He could feel his nose crunch, and the pain shot through him. He swung out with the meat cleaver, hoping to catch his green spandex-clad assailant somewhere with it.