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Haggling Over Something in the Marketplace! Maybe someone else saw the exact same shiny thing you did at the exact same moment! However shall this be resolved? Remember: blood is extremely hard to scrub off of turtle shell!
Dramatic Chase Sequence! You're running away from something! It could be anything, from a rampaging kirin to a gaggle of overly enthusiastic children! One way or another, you can't stop, and much like a katamari ball, you feel obligated to grab everyone in your path along the way to keep them out of danger! Or perhaps you're more the sort to try and knock them into it as a distraction...?
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SECRET UNDERCOVER MODE ACTIVATE! The three major kedan families all have their own agendas, and you've chosen to entangle yourselves with one (or more!) of them. Are you hoping to shift the balance of power? Gain some favours? Perhaps you're on a mission to bring a criminal to justice, or maybe you just want to get the cream of the crop from the black market.
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"I'm not going to poke you in the eye with a stick," she said slowly, "Now, are you going to help me get you to a doctor or are you going to make me carry you?"
She switched sides to keep weight off his injured ankle. Gently lifting his arm over her neck and shoulders and pulling him against her to support his weight as she lifted him to his feet.
"We'll go slow, if you need a break, let me know."
'Handsome'? Aw yes. Even beat half to death, he's still got it.
He hissed a little in pain as he was pulled to his feet. "So...what kind of doctor are we talking? Is this going to be the kind of thing where I bite on a strip of leather and pray, or?"
Yup, just a couple of bros, each with their own specific flavors of homophobia.
With a look up and down the ally, they headed to the back of the store. The owner should be gone for at least another hour. Amerika took his crowbar and jammed it between two beams of wood in the back, splitting off a plank, and then another. Enough space to squeeze in.
"That wasn't necessary. I could have picked the lock." Shay remarks, but moves to slip into the store. He pauses, looking around, then up. He activates his Sense, the target showing up gold a few rooms over. No obvious traps, and no-one else that he could tell.
He doubted Mr. Bigshot could have picked it faster than he'd taken those planks off, but Amerika wasn't gonna argue with the dude in the middle of a job.
"Do me a favour?" He motions towards the door. "Keep an eye out. He might come back." That's something Shay doesn't want to deal with. He really doesn't want to deal with that.
And whilst his partner is playing look-out, Shay approaches the locked cabinet where the juulan they were meant to lift is sitting. Flicking his wrist to extend the hidden blade stored up there, he inserts it into the lock, breaking it to get into the contents.
He scoops up the juulan, stashing it, straightening it and heading out of the back office.
"Hey. It's done, let's-" And he cuts off as he turns around... and the shopowner is right there.
"Yeah. Sure. Okay." Hey, as long as the cure wasn't worse than the affliction, he'd try anything at this point. Up to and including goat eyeball stew.
"What the hell is wrong with my wrist? Have people been putting cigarettes out on me?" Damn, he shouldn't have said that. Now he really wanted a smoke. The joke was said lightly, to help him avoid thinking about the vague memory of the branding iron and the pain so intense he'd passed out.
She didn't look at his wrist, focusing on keeping him balanced.
"That's one way of looking at it," she said, not wanting to make him focus on it for too long. he seemed in good spirits despite the pain he was in, but she knew it wouldn't last.
Daniel isn't alone on this turtle, but fortunately his partner is decidedly less maimed. That's because Metcalfe wasn't the one who got his idiot self captured and dragged into a Russian prison, which explains why he's stalking around Keeliai like an irritated lion with a gun. Jake should be trying to get Daniel out but instead he's god knows where-
And then he spots a familiar shape, and takes off running.
"Jesus, Kinney," he mutters, skidding to a halt and kneeling next to his bloodied partner. "No wonder you didn't get a lawyer, your Russian is terrible."
His tone is terse, clipped, as he gives Kinney a working over, searching for wounds.
"Absolutely no fucking idea," Daniel says, letting this guy pick him up. "I was in Russia, but I guess we aren't there, or in Kansas anymore. The hell are you from, anyway?"
"Yob tvoyu mat'," Daniel says, grinning at his partner with bloodied teeth as an illustration of just how terrible his Russian really is.
"By the way, I'm fine, thank you very much."
Lie. His left ankle is broken, there's the brand on his right wrist, and he's bleeding from a dozen places...not to mention at least two cracked ribs to contend with.
"Manners," he replies, pulling off his outer shirt and ripping it into strips. "I'm going to pretend that was the torture talking and not add to your injuries."
Jake wraps some of the former shirt around a few of the larger cuts, before searching around for some sticks long enough to brace that rather ugly looking ankle with. He finds three or four that are serviceable, and binds two of them to Kinney's leg just tight enough to hold them there.
"You let them brand you? I thought you had higher standards. Bite this," Jake adds, handing his partner a shorter stick. Then he quickly sets up a traction bind, wrapping another length of cloth around Daniel's upper ankle.
"This is going to hurt," is all Jake says before he starts twisting to extend Daniel's ankle and reset the bones.
Daniel just grins cheekily at him. "You know I've never been one for manners, old sport, and I barely felt it anyway." Thaaaat's about a second before there's a stick practically shoved into his mouth. He's about to make a joke about how that's pretty kinky (around the stick), before--
"Aaaakgh!"
He fixes his partner with a wounded look of deep and utter betrayal, sweating bullets.
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