Fantasy Chaotic Rouge and Officer - Steampunk RP

[Cosmic_Chaos]

The day was almost up, only an hour or two before it gets fully dark, and he hasn't found this damn brat! This kid, whoever they were, kept making trouble and starting shit, and he was being roped into it. He sighed, ruffling his blond hair as he wondered if this would have to be another night where he's just call it a day and go home. Fuck he was hungry. He called it that his shift was over when the sun went down and the lights in the city turned on. He hated working during the day, but it was easier than working during the night. You could barely see at night, making it eaiser for small brats to run away-! He looked behind some boxes suddenly, before easing back. It would have been great just to randomly come across whoever this character causing mayhem was just by looking behind some boxes but luck wasn't on his side today.

He stretched to the skies with both hands, only for a moment before hands back in his pockets and making sure everythign was there. He didn't trust the streets for a second. Everything in order... good. He took out a note book, a hand staing in one of his pockets, and opened to a page of information. Skinny, red head, 'fluffy hair' as some described, you couldn't tell if it was a young boy or girl, just that they looked young and small, but surprisingly fast. Never been caught, but really liked messing with one specific area. The area he was patrolling currently. It got more and more desolate the closer and closer it got to night, and honestly, even with the amoutn of light that was being shone, it was still sort of creepy. He wasn't scared, not a lot scared him nowadays, but it gave that eerie vibe.

He looked around, feeling watched, only to find that he couldn't see anyone. He huffed a laugh, looking around. "Come out, I know your watching me. You're not subtle." He said, and honestly that was a lie and a half. Whoever was watching him was actually good at hiding. If he was anyone else he wouldn't have noticed, but he had picked up another officers bad habit of being overly suspicious, and he could tell when he was being watched to when he was just being paranoid. It worked out for him either way. He smiled, cocky and ready to run if nessissary, handcuffs ready in his pocket where his hand was residing in, his other on his hip, pushing back the open black coat that his peers liked to tease as a 'trench coat'. and for the reccord, it wasn't. It was just a really long, fashionable coat. "Well? I'm waiting~" He sung, listening out for any movement, looking around cautiously.

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[Brain_Rot]

The Turtle's Den was a dusty old book shop which sat itself on the border just past the lavish inner city pedestrian area, closer to the underfunded neighborhoods that tended to house many supernatural folk of all kinds. It's walls were decorated in webbed antiques and books stacked upon stools, a good renovation was well overdue. Despite its distasteful outlook, an old cash business like a book store was just the place to launder smaller amounts of illegal income. This was the true face of the business- not that the geriatric owner would ever admit to it, of course. During the day the shelves would be pursued by book fanatics, or the occasional collector, but as the final rays of sunlight bleed across the building tops in the area some unsavory characters would come out to do their bidding. In the basement of this shop a group of misfits sat in a circle gambling, and though the act itself wasn't illegal the objects subject for bidding were. Drugs, special favors, magic items, information, and anything else not subtitle for the free market could usually be found here. If the handful of people attending these small get togethers didn't have what you were looking for on hand, they certainly had connections to get it to you. The key component to these gambling parties were discretion, leaving very little suspicion to be flagged their way when the dealing was done.

Cedar was just rolling out from this evenings game, a moderate flush on their cheeks from an exciting night of drinking with like minded colleagues. They hadn't won anything special, just barely scraping away with their original bidding money, but they were happy to have attended any way. They usually took a more sly route home, but found the chilled midnight air to be quite divine and opted to stroll among the brick roads and buildings while they were empty. At least, they should have been empty, most people in this district were lower class workers who either went to party in the inner city, or stayed home to sleep on nights like this. This lead Cedar to assume the blonde walking a few blocks away wasn't from around here, and seeing his formal attire exposed under the lamplight confirmed that assumption.

Cedar could have walked away, weaving through the intricate patterns of the district till they were safe at home.. but that wasn't nearly entertaining enough to keep them from doing something mischievous. The first step in their plan was to whistle three blocks away, standing behind a large building as to disperse the noise over two different avenues. They crept down the street, hiding in the shadows till they found their next spot to continue the prank. Another whistle, this time closer to the detective. It could have been mistaken for the pleasant, yet mundane song of a perfectly upstanding citizen taking a stroll, but Cedar assumed better of the man. They finally reached their destination, a small butcher shop surrounded by a chain link fence. This shop only had a single street lamp near it, and even then it was still half a block away, causing it to she shrouded in shadow. Along with the early morning fog this was quite the eerie destination, but that could be said for a majority of those desolate streets.

Cedar ducked down through a pair of bushes to find slim cut in the chain link fence, easy to locate if you were looking for a way to get in but not too obvious to those simply passing by. They climbed to the top of the building, staying blanketed in shadow until the very last moment when they took the leap across the roof's boarder. They whistled once again, lying flat against the roof as they waited for the pair of pit-bulls down bellow to attack. Anyone who was close with the owner of the shop knew how to maneuver around the easily disturbed hounds, but that list wasn't very long, especially when it came to those affiliated to the police. Cedar knew the dogs were chained up, but it was worth seeing how much he could scare the detective.

Cosmic_Chaos

 

[Cosmic_Chaos]

He heard the slow walking of feet and a Whistle a mere 3 blocks away. "This is probably the Brat, of course he wants to lead me somehwere. Why wouldn't he?" he questioned, looking up at the sky. A Small amount of sunlight left, before it got too dark to see, he could work some overtime if it means taking some brat in. Unaware of any plans, but expecting a trap of some kind, he moved forward. It was pretty easy to get to the place where whoever was trailing him had whistled. It was still reletivly desolate, but there were a few people. At the closer whisle, he raised an eyebrow. He expected to be playing a bit of a chase, but whatever. He followed the whistle, young sounding but practiced, he ended up at a Butcher shop. "Oh hey, this is Kelvins shop." He blurted out, distracted momentarily. "I wonder if his dogs are still out-yes they are. Hi~ How're my two favourite puppies~?" He said, adopting the very typical way you talk to a dog. there were a few barks, and he simply scaled the fence to get access to the two well behave dogs.

"Hello Rover, Mandy! How are you two doing tonight? I'm curious why some Brat decided to lead me to you two, but either way I'm not Mad." He said, getting close enough so that the dogs could jump on him. Most people couldn't do this, but he had a small special way with animals. Which was great since he was a huge animal lover and honestly wanted a whole ton of animals. but with his shitty salary that can barely afford the place he sleeps and food, having multiple animals wasn't going to be someting he could do in the near future. But, that was fine, he got his fix from absolutely adorable dogs like Rover and Mandy here! He petted the two, allowing them to lick his chin on either side, before getting up and looking around, seeing a shadow jump and then heard a whistle from the same building and sighed as the dogs starts barking at the whistle. "Rover! Mandy! Heel!" He commanded, the two dogs stopping on command. he pet the two dogs one last time, before commanding 'Guard' and leaving.

He supposed he'd have to use some energy that he didn't want to use. He made the decent of slimbing the building he was aware the other was on, the route of access looking broken and unstable, as well as slow, so Free climb it was. He got to the top, less winded then he'd expect himself to be, and looking around, only to see a small form prone on the floor. "This Cat and mouse game is annoying, but I humoured you. So mind humouring me and letting me take you in?" He asked, and he didn't expect it to work. It would be great and oh so nice, if it did work. But this was obviously someone who grew up on the streets, they wouldn't conceed to a polite plea. He did have time to get a good look at the Child, and while small, the other was obviously of Age, if by the fact that they look like a small young adult. He had a cousin that had an extreme case of baby face and they were older than him by a good few years, so it was easy to tell that the kid was at least late teens, despite their young look.

"Got to admit, kind of surprised that a Kid like you survived on the streets. They don't often live long enough to survive in the first place." He said, slowly walking closer, getting a better look with the last few rays of light. And he was aware they could just as easily get a good look on him. And honestly, it wasn't anything Major. Grey Button up with a darker grey button up vest on top, a tie tucked into said vest, and black trousers. And of course, his black coat that was totally not a trench coat. "You caught me at a good time, I was planning on going home, but then you decided that you wanted to play games." He said, smiling. He was sort of confident he could catch the kid, but he didn't kno what this kid could do still so he was cautious. but he could run, he was 6'1, he had enough leg to sprint fast if nessissary. And while he did want to chatch the child, at the same time, he still just wanted to go home and sleep. The Ball was in the Kids hands.

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[Brain_Rot]

“Well I am rather fond of games. I’m glad you’re willing to participate.” Cedar was sitting criss-cross on the rim of the roof opposite to the detective, the very last bit of sunlight stretching across their vibrant red hair and pale ivory skin. They had a cigarette propped at the corner their lips, and they were currently patting down the pockets of their over sized jacket for a lighter.

“My love for games is one of things that allowed me to stay alive this long, you know.” Cedar hummed, finally pulling the lighter from an inner pocket. They cradled the butt end of the cigarette as they held the flame beneath it, looking for signs of self sefficiently before allowing the lighter to cut off the flame. They chewed on what exactly to say as they took a drag from the cigarette.

“And whether or not I’ll make things easy for you depends on how you answer these three questions.” Smoke bellowed from their nose and mouth as they spoke, and they held up a hand displaying three fingers to emphasize their point. Their hands were decorated with an array of pristine silver jewelry that glittered with the evening suns dying light. A majority of their body was cast in its own shadow, their form highlighted by the sun leaving the rest of them a bit of a mystery. They looked young, probably not even able to purchase the alcohol that had given them the healthy tipsy flush they were sporting, but old enough to know their way around the law.

“First question! How do you know Kelvin? Old sport is about as anti-cop as the rest of the fae in the area.” Cedar didn’t look to be completely supernatural, but their ears were pointed and adorned with traditional elven rings. Their eyes were large with an upturned curve, and paired with their small pointy nose it was easy to assume their family lineage had a fair amount of elves within it.

Cosmic_Chaos

 

[Cosmic_Chaos]

There was a small gap between the buildings, easy enough for him to jump, but it would be enought ime to make the other run. The kid was willing to talk though, and even make it easy for him if he answered questions. The Kid was young, he looked young. But then he noticed the small elven features and any worries he would normally have ebbed slightly. Elves look a lot younger than their actual age, so even with his young and youthful looks, he was probably a lot older than he looked. He took his notebook and pen, indicating for the other to continue as he squatted on the roofs edge. He quickly wrote a few notes, '+elveln heritage, likes games, young in mind and body' he wrote out, and perked up at the question.

"Kelvin? Oh we go years back. And you assume I've always been an officer." he chuckled. "i was pretty young when I met Kelvin, I saved his ass from a couple of no-good rouges and we hit it off. I sort of acted like his body-guard for a few years. He'd repay me in meat he never ended up selling. Then obviously, I started working with the Police, and he wasn't happy, but we stayed friends when he realised i wasn't exactly the 'normal' officer." He explained. Like he was normal in the first place, but that was a topic for another time. He smiled.

"Since we're playing 20 questions, I got a few questions I'd like to ask. Whats your name? I keep calling you 'Brat' or 'Kid'. I want something to use to refer to you. Even if it isn't your real name." He said, and honestly, it was a bit annoyign to call the Brat... well a Brat. He looked at his notepad. He was going to have a new note-pad, this was was coming apart at the seems. Still he flicked open a new page, ready to write down any notes. He sucked at remembering things, this was actually something Kelvin suggested, 100% done with him forgetting simple items to buy. The only thing he could remember was faces, names and patterns.

 

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“Not a ‘normal’ officer, you say? I have a hard time believing that.” Cedar commented just before taking another long draw from their cigarette. Their eyes never left the detective, despite their playful attitude their watchful gaze made it clear that they would not be under estimating him.

“20 questions? That’s much more exciting then the 3 I proposed.” Cedar chimed as they blew the cigarette smoke in the detective’s direction. They sat on the question for a moment, humming quietly to themselves as they decided which alias they should use this time around. The term brat didn’t seem to offend Cedar much, but it was hard to discern whether they were amused or impartial to it.

“You can call me Cedar. You’re being nice, so I’ll save you some time and let you know now that name isn’t gonna be in any official records.” They tapped the edge of the cigarette against the stone ridge of the roof, watching as the embers fall the short distance to the cement flooring to ensure they wouldn’t have a chance of causing a fire. Cedar was the most common alias used around this area, many people knew them by that name even though they didn’t know much else about them.

“Alright, my turn again! What are you after me for this time?” Cedar had a series of allegations regarding window watching and stalking from an array of people and creatures, most of whom were upper class and located in the rich districts near the center of the city. Though their physical description was circulating around the police system, there wasn’t much else about them on any legal documents. They usually didn’t get into any trouble outside of those activities, but they wanted to make sure that one of their associates wasn’t blabbing away to the cops.
Cosmic_Chaos

 

[Cosmic_Chaos]

He huffed a laugh at the disbelief that he wasn't a normal officer. It wasn't his fault that the division he worked with couldn't decide what he was. And could you be 'normal' when you wern't exactly 'normal' yourself? He kept his thoughts to himself as he simply listened to the other, noting that apparently 20 question sounds better than a boring 3. He didn't have anything to hide, not off the top of his head at least. He made extra notes. 'Really likes games. 20 questions > 3'.

At the name he hummed, noting that down. Cedar. Like the tree? his face showed curiosity, but he didn't ask his question. Its probably a code-name, if it wasn't on any reccords. Still, you could make endearing nicknames out of the name. Kiko for 'tree child', Sapling, sprout, there are a lot of nicknames he could go with. He tried to hold back what probably would have been a goofy-looking smile, looking more like a normal grin.

At the question, he hummed. How much was he willing to give away? "Well, there have been numourous complaints about the same kid running around causing a ruckass. Some people have reported their items being stolen, or just their day being disrupted. People are sensitive over that sort of thing." He waved off. "There were also supposed reports about stalking which no one had any evidence of. either way, you're sort of in everyones mind-eye, and that cause cause worry and paranoia, and a mass-group of people who're paranoid is never going to work out." He sighed as he explained, sitting down on the side of the roof properly, this time cross-legged.

"My question, you working by yourself or with a group? One just has more paperwork than the other, and I'd prefer to get ahead on that." He huffed another laugh. paperwork was always boring, and he would rather be out doing something than in-doors but he supposed that had to do with his heritage. Still not sure what that Heritige is exactly, but he has his own theories and hypothesis'. He just hoped the kid-wait no, he had a name now-sorry, Cedar was working alone. Because less work and he could just ask the kid to tone everything down. If he was working ina group, which was more likely, he was going to have to find the whole group as a whole.

 

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“Oh..” Cedar purred, “all I’m hearing is that I need to up my game and quit the petty thefts.” They ended their statement with a chuckle, their free hand tapping a mindless rhythm into the brick beneath their fingers. They could see why Kelvin could look past the blonde’s career choices, he was way less uptight than most creatures who worked within the government.

“Which won’t impact me much, I guess. I think I’ve had my fill.” They extended their hands out to fondly gaze at their collection of presumably stolen jewelry, their cigarette held in place by their teeth. Though their official job title on the streets was ‘Private Investigator’, they were really just a glorified stalker-for-hire. Lots of creatures working in the underground market needed in-depth information on their target’s daily schedule and habits, and Cedar had a knack for procuring that information.

“A lazy cop? I wonder where I’ve heard that trope before.” Cedar teased at the request of alleviating the detective’s work load. They didn’t want to make him mad, but irritating them would make running away a lot more exciting when the time came.

“No one is ever a ‘lone wolf’ in the lower districts, but to answer your question, yes. I prefer to go about my business alone.” They sucked down more of the cigarette, humming once they finally exhaled with black smoke billowing from their nose.

“Every misfit is a mushroom top connected by a grand root system, so don’t think just because all the people I work with aren’t ‘with’ me they’ll be willing to rat me out, capeesh?” Cedar’s tone returned to one that was a tad more serious. They weren’t trying to be buddy-buddy with a cop, merely enjoying their presence for the time being.

“You grew up here blondie, so tell me, what lead you to work with the police?” Cedar didn’t have much of an interest in the man’s name, as far as they knew this would be their last meeting.

Cosmic_Chaos

 

[Cosmic_Chaos]

He huffed a laugh at the statement, shaking his head in amusement. Of course the kid would take it up higher. "I don't care what you do, just don't cause more poeple to complain." He huffed with a roll of his eyes. he didn't comment on the stuff that was stolen, it wasn't his job or juristiction. He did note down 'lots of jewlery' so he can claim that he was taking valid notes. Althought he doubted anyone would look at his notes, let alone understand his chicken-sctratch for hand-writing, better to be safe than sorry. At what he could only assume to be taunt he rolled his eyes.

"I just don't like doing more work then I need to, or doing it all at once. I like to have some free time in the day and not spend all-nighters working on Paper-work that could have been avoided." He grumbled. He listened to Cedar talk, noting down that he was generally a single character. Thank god for that, less paperwork. The explanation of Mushrooms made him look up. interested and almost amused.

"Never heard Mushrooms be used as a refrence. Good analogy." He hummed, making yet again another note. "So you mean to say that you're not willing to Rat out the people who sent you do not-so-good things? Stalking stealing, killing, etcetera, to save your own skin?" He asked, almost as serious while also interiged. He had a small pit of worry in his stomach, when the inevitable would happen and he'd have to run after Cedar. He was used to running after pretty-speedy people, small, large, didn't matter. He was always forceful, often tackling and being rougher than nessissary and not holding back strength. He'd rather not hurt the kid, if only cause he looked young and he'd just feel bad.

He hummed to the question. That was a story and a half to tell. And what to tell as well? He wrote down some thoughts as he spoke "Thats a bit of a complicated story, but the general gist is I need work, I'm a bit bored, and its fun chasing after people and tackling them to the ground." He said before looking up almost concerned and bewildered. "That sounds almost sadistic... Well either way." He shrugged. "Oh and, don't bother calling me 'blondie', you can yell blondie in the streets and I bet you like 2-3 othe rpoeple will look your way." He grumbled, but it was more out of amusement. Keeping his real name a secret, he gave the name almost everyone else liked to call him. "Everyone calls me Aion, don't have a clue why, but thats what I go by. Just so you don't end up calling me blondie if we next meet." He shrugged.

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[Brain_Rot]

“Bingo, blondie! It’s sort of an unspoken rule that if you start blabbing to the pigs, you won’t be able to find work ever again. At least, not the work that pays a living wage.” Cedar explained after Aion inquired about the probability of them releasing information.

“And besides, I’ve never murdered or stolen anything above.. let’s say 200 silvers- but in its only from rich people! Those kinds of people wouldn’t even notice a ring or two going missing.” They explained, not edging over into defensive territory simply because they couldn’t care less about what the detective thought of them. It was all true, even in terms of self defense they were too weak to hurt any attacker that might come their way. Even with their baggy clothing it was easy to assume they were quite slim, presumably from a life of running away from their problems.

Cedar listened intently to the detective’s story, their body still and watchful like a cat interacting with a being it did not quite trust yet. A small grin was plastered to their lips, only disrupted by their frequent cigarette inhalation. Their smile was more of a reflex than something produced by joy.

“You see, I could call you ‘Aion’, but I have a feeling that if I start calling you the same name as one of the most famous porn stars of the underground it would get under your skin.” They reasoned with a shrug, sucking in lungful of breath before targeting the exhaled plume directly towards the detective. There was enough distance for the smoke to dissipate before it reached his face, but the message was clear; ‘I’m not here to get on your good side.’

“Where do you live- an exact address isn’t needed, I could find it myself easy enough, but which district?”

Cosmic_Chaos

 

[Cosmic_Chaos]

Huh, so, no willing info being leaked. Thats a shame. "Well, at least you haven't killed people. Then I'd really have to take you in." He said, serious, a different tone to his cocky but playful nature until now. the serious didn't last too long though. "And while stealing is bad, honestly your not wrong." He agreed. It didn't help that half of the people higher class seemed to have it out for him. When he was Helping them. They were dumb enough not to realise they were being helped, they wouldn't notice half their money going missing.

At the snide remark, that was obviously way to annoy him, he rose an eyebrow. Amused, and curious. Well, he had 0 shame, and he was pretty sure that his co-workers have heard worse about him. So instead he simply laughed. "I mean, I was thinking of calling you Sapling, or even sprout, cause your small, and your name is like a tree. So have at it, I've been called worse." He laughed. Perhaps the matter was serious, his superior would probably ask questions, but a simple explanation of 'A child is salty at me' should honestly explain a lot.

"Wait, districts..." He muttered, looking confused. Oh yeah, people lived in different areas and it was divided up by.... class? He was sure his confusion was written on his face. "Funny question that. I'm... bad at remembering a lot of things. And districts is no exception. The best way I could say is in that general direction." He said, pointing to where there were at least 3 districts in the general direction. He laughed, a bit dumbly, looking sheepish but amused.

He did stretch and arch back a bit. "Well, this was eventful. But the sun is setting, so I'm going to have to ask for a reason to not drag you and take you in right now. You're an adorable child, you really are, but... you're breaking the law and I'd like to try and keep this one job, I've been on a good run for a few years thank you." He said, relaxing on his hands.

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“You act as if I’m a child, but I could very easily be older than you human. I’m sure you’ve lived amongst the fae long enough to be aware of that.” They hummed with a sly grin, simply assuming that the man in front of them was human instead of bothering to ask.

“Sapling is cute, though. Most of the elders in my communities just call me a little tyke.” They chuckled along with Aion, already thinking up different nick names but coming to a loss, the alcohol from the gambling night had sedated their wit.

“I assumed as much.” They replied after noting the detectives district. The middle ground between impoverished outcasts and famed riches was the largest demographic, and the detective didn’t seem too flashy or kiniving to belong in either.

“Well, if you’re asking for a reason to believe I’m a kind, law abiding citizen I won’t be able to accommodate. I’m many things, but not a liar.” Cedar took one last drag of smoke before flicking the cigarette to the concrete roof, smudging the embers beneath their leather boots.

“Besides, you didn’t keep your promise. You agreed to twenty questions.” They teased and stood up, waiting to see if Aion would even try to wrangle them off the roof top they had trespassed onto- ‘not very ethical of a cop’ Cedar thought with a grin. They had an escape plan ready to go, and felt a familiar sensation of adrenaline rising in their chest as they waited for the right moment to flee.

Cosmic_Chaos

 

[Cosmic_Chaos]

"Maybe so, but you look like you're barely 15, your small, your kind of adorable, I want to pinch your cheeks, and you haven't told me your age. That and every Fae seems to be a lot happier when I treat them younger than what they actually are. Everyone assumes there 500+ years old apparently." He rambled off. "But then, the younger elves like being called older than they really are, but to be honest, thats also a human thing. or at least a female human thing. Or so I've heard, I don't get social stuff all too well." He continued on but then, a thought occurred to him and he looked serious as his blood went cold.

Did he take his ADHD pills today? He thought, and he was sure he did. but he was scarily focused on his paperwork today. He didn't take a break. His serious look went to concerned as he looked down at his lap, in his own head worried. Then he remembered that one of his co-workers reminded him and he took the spare meds he had in his office. He relaxed a bit, letting out a breath of relief.

He took note of the 'not a liar' but that didn't count white-lies, white truths, or half-truths, or concealed information. not lying doesn't mean truth anyway. He looked up at the sky, and then at the sun-set. his workers, boss and anyone knew that when it was sun-down that was it. He sighed, if he was forceful and took the kid in, he could get a raise, but did he want to go through the effort? he thought with a smile. If I catch him before sun-down, I'll take him in. If I don't, not my problem. He got up and stretched.

He rose an eyebrow at the 'promise'"Ah-ha, cute, but I made no promise. I suggested '20 questions' but like, at the same time not really. you wanted to know 3 questions, and I thought that if you give me questions I get to ask you, so thats generally 20 questions, and even then thats a generalisation. it could be 20 so thats 40 questions, or 10 questions each, so the rules are flimsy. And its not like you have to follow the rules of a social game that people made up." He rambled, and then stopped. "I think I just confused myself." He said, almost pathetically.

"I'll be real with you, You look like you want a chase, and I stop working at Sundown, so start running kid." He said, already jumping the distance between the roofs. Its a large enough gap that with his long limbs he could just pass it, but it takes a few moments toget up and moving, giving the kid ample time to run.

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Cedar stood patiently, their eyes resting and watchful as Aion rambled on. They didn’t bother interrupting him, not that they wanted to anyway, and started chuckling once he finally stopped. They didn’t exactly have any where to be so seeing the detective spiral down into his thought process was quite enjoyable.

“I’m 19.” Cedar stated nonchalantly. There were thousands of other elves in the city, so there’d be no way Aion could track them down with that little information. Cedar figured it would halt the detectives ramblings from going even further.. at least in regards to that topic.

“You confused me too, blondie.. So I guess that makes the Q and A count an uneven 7 right? I might track you down to settle the score one day.” Cedar grabbed their lighter and secured it in their pocket, zipping up their coat and stepping onto the ledge of the roof. They would have hopped from roof to roof, but with the auntumn rain making everything slick and the setting sun darkening the land scape, that plan could pose many risks. A quick trip down was the best route.

Cedar didn’t give any pleasantries once the chase started and Aion was on their tail. They hopped off the two story shop, gripping the water drain that climbed the building and landed on an open dumpster. The trash bags were stuffed and provided a cushion for their fall. Cedar jumped out and executed a quick turn around to head north, having climbed over the steep chain link fence in a matter of 2 swift steps. The city streets were confusing and haphazardly planned, especially when nearing the smaller districts, but there was a fair amount of distance between the butcher shop and Cedar’s destination for the detective to catch up.
Cosmic_Chaos

 

[Cosmic_Chaos]

"Wow... Thats young." he said, without thinking. "Sorry, thats rude. Either way, you're much younger than me. I'm..." He trailed of, and counting, he made a lot of hand gestures, before seeming to land on a number. "24! Pretty sure at least. Maybe 25?" He asked, slightly confused. Time was weird, and he barely knew his own birthday anyway, so it was an educated guess.

He chuckled. "Well, I'm open to having any kind of chat, so just pop up like the sprout you are. I seem to be easy for anyone trying to find me, and I haven't the faintest clue how." He sighed, amused. it was annoying if he wanted some alone time, but it was good when He was lost or something important really needed to be done. He had checked multiple times for a tracker of any kind, but found nothing. And he was good at finding things. When the kid decided to go down, he sighed, hoping for a roof chase. He might just randomly sprint from building to building in his free time but for now, he had a little sapling to catch.

It was a simple jump and roll to go from the 2nd story to the ground floor. It was simple enough once you know how to do it, and he's done it enough getting away from people, going after people, or doing it because he wanted to be able to do it when needed. Either way, he took a bit of pain from it, but nothing he couldn't handle and he rolled and got up, homing in on the moving bit of bright-red hair. Carrot-top? No, it was more of a vibrant red so Tomato-top? Apple-top? Screw him if he knew any nick-names for red-heads that could be somewhat endearing and a tease.

He saw the chain-link fense and moved himself slightly to the side before jumping off the side of the building and scaling over the fence pretty easily. He wasn't sur ethat would would, but it did. He did another roll after that to concerve momentum, something one of the other officers told him when explaining Parkour, something that he apparently did often without realising it. He just liked to move, okay? He ran after, his long legs easily closing distance. There was an issue that he noted. Being larger, meaning he ran faster. But the smaller guy was smaller and ran slower, however speed wasn't always key, because the younger could easily duck through the haphazardly-placed buildings without losing speed, while he'd have to slow down to turn.

Basically, if the kid was smart, and didn't under-estimate him, the little Sapling could easily lose him But, if the kid didn't decide to move inbetween buildings, it would be easy to keep up and even catch up to the other, having longer legs, and probably a lot more stamina from running around often enough.

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The edges of the chain link fence dug deliciously into the palm of Cedar's hand. Sure, they jogged on the occasion, but a run was always more thrilling if there were consequences involved. They might've considered themselves to be a sadist if they weren't so sure that they'd be walking off scot-free after the sun would retire for the evening. Even when Cedar ducked behind buildings or weaved through alleyways, the sound of their leather boots slapping against the soaked brick road made it easy to catch back up to them. They were well aware of this, and decided this would be a chase of persistence rather than speed and stealth. Cedar wasn't very strong, but they were proving to be quite the runner.

Deciding to up the game before things got too boring, Cedar took a sharp left and slipped through a pair of wooden doors connected to a little bakery. They remembered that the passageway lead to a small seating area with short paneling around the sides. More obstacles for the chase, but manageable ones. This was fun, Cedar began thinking to themselves, almost like taking a jog with a friend- even if that friend had an inclination to arrest them. Maybe it would be enjoyable to indulge the detective, let him cuff them up and walk them back to the station before they inevitably sleuthed away like they usually did.

"Come on old timer, you'll need to do better than that-" the taunt was cut was short and the sound of their steps halted. The the only noise that persisted were the double wooden doors bobbing two and fro from the impact and the sound of Aion's own breathing. Just past the doors were 3 heavily armed people, one of which was a distinguished looking woman who sat at one of the tables counting out a few hefty bags of coins. A large man was accompanying her, and the third was a thinner male who looked to be the recipient of the coins due to the sketchy case he was holding tight against his chest. If you squinted, you could see the hefty lock securing the case , and an insignia depicting a clawed hand surrounded by circles. There was a large drug market in the city, and that insignia belonged to one of the most infamous groups that participated in the trade.

Cedar had crashed through the double doors with their shoulder and hadn't immediately seen the group. They were greeted with a gun pointed at their head before situation was properly registered. They instinctively flung their hands up with their palms flat and waited for Aion to trail in after them.

"Listen, we were just having some fun, we don't know anything about what's going on here." Cedar rattled off, an air of anxiety flushing their body. They have been in similar situations, and their natural instinct was to take the 'young but harmless teen' act. It wasn't respectable, and in turn wasn't threatening. Cedar practically prayed that Aion had enough sense to keep his mouth shut about the dealing.

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More chain-link fenses, that he simply vaulted over, more boxes he easily side-stepped, and muliple alleyways that would almost be maze-like if you didn't know the paths, one would think it would be harder to keep up. But lighter but fast foot steps and a mass of red moving was a dead giveaway to youngers position. He also had the ability to contact his co-workers at any point so he knew that if he did get lost he knew he had people he can count on to help. Cedar seemed to know it too as well, if the grin he saw often enough told him anything. He knew suggesting the chase was a good Idea, it was not only fun, but it also had stakes that seemed to to make Cedar a bit more interested. A Chase of persistance and stamina, something he had both a plenty of, so it was looking good until it wasn't.

Aion huffed a laugh at the taunt as he ran after the smaller elven child, not really taking in the surroundings which was his first mistake. A small place near a Bakery, he hoped they didn't cause too much of a ruckus, and the sight of it didn't make him twig onto anything. He followed in and was about to speak when he forced himself to slow when guns were trained on him as well as Cedar, who looked like the teen they were. so that wasn't planned. It was a quick look and he knew what they had gotten themselves into. he rose his hands slowly, moving himself infront of Cedar to body-block the younger. He was an officer, and even if the brat was a mischief-making thief, he was still a kid. Well, in his eyes at least. He wasn't sure if they knew him or not, since he had a bit of a reputation, but it didn't mater. Guns, knifes, whatever weapon someone used, he would win either way.

"Sprout, leave... slowly. Don't ask questions, do as your told." He said, blocking the smaller elf from sight. With his build it was faily easy to do so. Once Cedar had gotten at least somewhat safe, he grinned. 3 with guns verses 1 un-armed, he's done worse. They didn't even get to react as he grabbed the arm of one and with almost in-human strength, he threw him into thte other two, before taking the guns and knocking them all hard in the head knocking them out. effective, quick and simple. He looked at the womana dn the smaller man with a raised eyebrow.

"So this is the Infamous drug-traking group I keep hearing about." He said, tone relaxed and curious, but his body-posture still ready to fight. Now would be a great time for co-workers to want to try and find him. "You're.. whats the name... Hand of Chromo or something?" He asked. "Or is it the Silent Order?" He asked. He had heard so many names, it was stupid. he did recognise the insignia, that was for sure. The scrawny male tried to escape, but a quick swing of the gun and he was out cold sleepeing with the other 3.

He put a hand in a pocket, looking casual and relaxed, but in reality he just silently turned on the emergancy divice he was told to use in case he was in Danger. He wasn't in Danger, but he was a one man trying to protect a kid and he was up against what was currently an unknown threat. And he wasn't one to under-estimate his opponants. The Divice was silent, but it sent a signal of his direct coordinates to his co-workers and it couldn't turn off without having to connect it to the HQ base or something. Or so they explained when they explained it to him.

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Cedar held their tongue as the detective blocked their view from the trio, first taking it as an insult to his capabilities. When prompted with these sort of situations, which was as common as you'd expect for a career in the underworld, Cedar would have to do some unsavory things because they weren't strong enough to protect themselves in the conventional sense. Less violent, more so deceitful or distasteful. One too many times had a captor taken video evidence of their indiscretions and Cedar had to take time off just to track them down and destroy it and/or them. After thinking through their options, sleuthing away seemed to be the most attractive compared to brawling it out with a cop.

"Good luck, old timer." Cedar muttered, which prompted the presumed body guard to take charge. The ginger didn't waste much time getting away and by the time he had exited the premise, they could hear the trio yelling with surprise. Cedar just couldn't walk away now- perhaps that boring detective had something exciting up his sleeve. They scanned the front of the building and walked to the front door, scaling the wall till they reached the tip of the roof. From there they had a good position draped in shadow, their stomach pressed firmly against the wet tiles of the roof. Sure it was uncomfortable, but the show that unfolded had been entirely worth it.

"Whats it to you, pig?" The woman snarled, her hand reaching for her hand gun before she was knocked out cold. 'Rookie mistake' Cedar thought, under estimating ones opponent was something you learned not to to very quickly. Those who who were always prepared to fight were regarded with long lasting lives in the trade, and this little meet up did not show those qualities. The Silent Order was much more elite and recluse, and unless there was theft involved there would be little chance of their merchandise reaching newbies like these. Hand of Chromo however was just a hop, skip, and a 1000 dollar investment to get into the lower level ranks. Cedar ran with that group just once before realizing it was just a slippery slope into the hands of the cops. Aion had proven this timeless fate once again, and Cedar couldn't deny that a shiver ran through them after seeing the detective mercilessly deal with these criminals with such low effort. It almost made them want to high-tale it and never look back.. almost.

After the fight had come to an anticlimactic end Cedar swung their legs over the other side of the roof, sliding down the tiles and hopping off the sloping ridge onto one of the tables in the backyard. Their movements were quiet and the only thing that alerted Aion of there presence was the loud thunk of their boots meeting the top of the wooden table behind him.

"My stars old timer, you are one hell of a police hound." Cedar hollered after hopping down off the table, stomping towards the brief case with a playful grin.

"But don't try turning me in now, the sun's down. You can't break two promises in one night, that'd be a real shit way to start off a fruitful friendship" They teased with their focus directed towards the lock protecting the brief case and its contents. It needed a key, but something told Cedar that it would be stashed elsewhere. It was common practice for beginners to hide the key in a third location to ensure their safety during a dealing, and it would be much easier for Cedar to simply make off with the case and open it with their own lock picking tools at home. Cedar had no idea that a cavalry was currently on the way to the bakery so it was entirely up to Aion whether the ginger would be getting off for the night or being hauled away in cuffs.

"Were you holding back on me while we were running? Answer carefully, my ego is easily bruised." They joked and picked up the case to better examine the lock.

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At the womans snarled insult and very obvious move to her gun, he also knocked her out. That wasn't a very smart move. He was on guard waiting, expecting, someone to join in and attack but it seemed that was in. he blinked and looked around. "Was that really it?" He asked scratching his head slightly. He supposed he had no need or reason to call for back up. Well, he was going to be reamed out by his boss for that, but it wont be too bad since guns were involved. He heard the familiar noise of feet and looked towards the noise, almost surprised. He expected the kid to run far away now. He laughed goofily at what could be a taunt but he saw it almost as praise. Or even as a statement.

"Hey I'm not that old!" He complained, but a smile still evident. "but yeah, I uhh, did I ever mention I like to fight? Ann that I'm fairly good at well... this?" He said, gesturing to the piles of knocked out people on the floor. He walked up to all the guys he knocked out and took their guns, and dumped them on the table. he then grabbed everyone who he had kncoked out on the other side of the room away from them, in case one woke up and wanted to try and get a weapon. If they ran, he could just catch them pretty easily.

At the mention of the sun he looked outside and saw that it was, in fact, dark. Sun had gone down fully and he sighed an amused smile.

"And well, thats fair. I did promise that." He said, conceeding. "Perhaps another time. Helll, we can race eachother during the day if you popped up while I free." He suggested, amused. He wondered how long it would take for the police force to get here. He looked over Cedars shoulder as he looked at the briefcase, bending over slighty with how tall he was compared to the younger one. "Uh, Just so you know, I wasn't sure if I would be over-whelmed or not because it can go wither way with guns, so uhh, I may have set off an alarm that broadcasts my location as an emergancy signal to my co-workers." He said casually. "You... may want to leave fairly soon, unless you wanna said that you brought me to them. Which isn't a lie." He suggested. He picked up the case easily taking it out of the kids hands, looking at it interested. It was easy enough to keep the case out of the kids hands.

"I was more trying to figure out if you were going to do something to try and lose me, so I just stayed on your trail." He said, basically saying 'I could have caught you if I wasn't cautious'. . "So, any fucking Idea who this group is? I recognise the symbol but thats about it." He said, looking at the symbol and tilting the case left and right to see if there was anything audible in there. He could break the lock if he so pleased, but this would be considered evidence so probably not a good Idea. His boss would have his head then.

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“You may only be around 24 but the job has aged you. From what I've seen, cops always put on 5 years from the stress.” Cedar teased as they thumbed at the lock, their lips pursed with vague curiosity. Maybe it was because it was late, or that the detective had put so much emphasis on Cedar's age, but they were growing fond of the nickname.

"Though I must give credit where it is do, you are more fun than a lot of cops I've happened to come into contact with." They laughed weakly, providing very little protest when the detective began looming over their shoulder. A shiver ran down their spine as Aion's presence grew closer. It was clear that Cedar believed no matter what your official job title was, from officer to detective, that if you worked within the police force you weren't to be completely trusted. This was one of the ginger's rules for self preservation, and they were having quite the struggle trying to figure out why this particular law-man was being so polite to them.

"I think I might take you up on that, officer. You have shown to be a good sport." They whispered out, tilting their head up to meet Aion's gaze.

"Co-workers? So, I can assume a handful of trigger-happy, armed assholes heading to this location?" Cedar clarified, swiveling on their heels after the case had been plucked from their grip. They made a vain attempt to get it back, grunting with irritation once they realized it wouldn't be so easy.

"Bastard, you know damn well I could have out run you at any point," Cedar protested, fitfully crossing their arms, "and I don't give information for free. I'll tell you what you want to know if you can manage to willingly 'loose' that brief case." They held out a hand, their pointed ears twitching much more frequently than at any other point that night. Cedar was listening closely for any noises of Aion's back up, 15 different get-away routes all planned and ready to execute once they had that case. 'Fairy dust', magically imbued cocaine in modern terms, was most likely what was in the case. It was the easiest kind of drug to get your hands on when you started yourself in the underworld, and that's exactly what Cedar assumed was in the case. It would buy them food for a week if they were able to pawn it off, so they were eager to acquire the case.

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"Its not that bad, the worst part is the paperwork" He chuckled "Though thats not unfounded, my boss is only 15 years older than me and he looks much older." He shook his head, almost feeling bad for his boss. But the guy was working for over 15 years at this point, so its not a surprise that the guy looked as ragged as he does. Damn good boss though. He grinned at the borderline praise.

"Why thank you! I try to be aproachable, even if I am known for tackling people." He chuckled awkwardly. People thought he was brute because of it, or just because of his strength, . it was a bit annoying, but it was nice to be somewhat apreciated by someone who wasn't a cop. "Besides, you're an interesting fellow. I'd liken you to an enigma, and I can't help but be curious." He grinned.

He smiled down at Cedar, before ruffling the others hair. the Sprout was cute, and he couldn't help but want to just... adopt him? It felt like trying to get a feral kitten to like you. At the comment of his coworkers beign 'triggerhappy armed assholes' he cocked his head to the side as he thought. "I wouldn't call them triggerhappy assholes. They can be annoying or even dicks sometimes, but they mean well. I've never seen them tigger-happy though." He said, thoughtfully.

"I'm aware if you wanted to you could have just disapeared and gotten away. But in an actual race in a straight line I'd catch you easy enough." he said confident. He could sprint for ages, a good 5 minutes before actually getting tired, and with his long-legs he can cover distance. "But when moving around corners and around stuff, its a lot harder to keep up that speed without having to stop." He said and then hummed at the suggestiong of willingly 'loosing' the brifcase. "Now, you see sprout, if I wanted to I could lose the case and get information on the group, but with the case after a few hours I'd have both information on the group and whats on the inside." He said before frowning. "Besides, whatevers in here is probably not good for you, and in good conccience I couldn't let you leave with it. Not to mention my Boss will have my head if I lost it. " He slightly, before ruffling the youngers hair again. "Sorry Sapling, but no Deal."

There was the pattering of feet and he looked up to the noise. "Cavelry's here." he mutttered, keeping a Firm hold on the Case. He didn't want to Risk Cedar trying to get it out of his hands somehow.

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Cedar immediately stiffened as they felt the foreign hand slide between their ginger locks, and with the accompaniment of the compliment they couldn’t keep a mighty blush at bay. They were the type of person who blushed when confronted with any warm yet foreign feelings, and was quite sensitive to sincere flattery or kindness. They hoped that beneath the veil of night their reaction wouldn’t be registered by Aion. They subdued the initial impulse to swat away his hand, having felt a small source of comfort from the friendly contact. They didn’t have much of a family to speak of, and no friends to rely on. Other than an old woman they cared for and lived with, they were alone. They enjoyed this little act of softness far more than they would ever admit to.

“I’m guessing it’s been a while since you’ve been on the receiving end of a police officer’s duties.” They snapped quietly, finally flinching away from the detective’s hand then playing with their hair to return it back to its messy glory- well, less messy than having been half hazardously tussled by a stranger. Despite the sudden mood shift that went from playfully aloof to downright irritable, there wasn’t much bite in their words. Feral kittens always seemed so fickle.

“Well it looks like I’ve wasted my time here.” They hummed absently, this time swatting away the approaching hand without a pause. Disappointed, but not malicious. Their ears perked up a few moments before Aion even spoke of the cavalry as the subtle drum of footsteps grew louder. Sharp thrums of leather boots pierced the shallow puddles that filled the craters of the stone streets, and those noises danced around the crowded roads with a stark contrast to what the quiet evening had recently been. The jewelry adorning the elves ears made a soft swishing noise after being swung so suddenly, and continued to emit the soft tune as Cedar strolled to the far side of the dining area. A large stone wall divided the cafe’s grounds from the rest of the city, and the elf had no trouble scaling it with just a handful of steady hops.

“Well, old timer, would it be safe to assume that when we meet again my file will have been buried by all the other unsolved, unimportant cases that filter through the system?” Cedar called as they swung their legs over the wall, their gaze meeting Aion’s for the final time that night as they stalled their descent.

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He saw the blush, and could feel the younger melt to his touch almost and was able to keep a grin off of his face. A weakness, or rather, a show of weakness. The little tree was letting him pet their hair and head, and felt safe enough or trusted him enough to let him do so. He really just wanted to pick the other up and give him a big-ol-hug with how adorable he was, but he resisted the urge and continued to pet the hair until the sapling decided enough was enough and finally did move away from his hand. Just like a Feral Kitten, the spice would have to be tamed.

"I tackle people for a living. I don't use guns, dangerous fuckers they are, and I'm not good enough to use them. Everyone else trains and practices and are capable in them, and I haven't seen them tiggerhappy. Everyone in the department I work at use a gun and have the skills to use it as little as possible." He said, sternly with a more serious-than-normal fexpression, which melted away quickly enough in a show of 'I'm actually being serious here'.

But it wasn't like he was lying, his department took that sort of thing super seriously. They said that while he knew how to use a gun he wasn't allowed to use it unless apsolutely nessissary, until he was on the same level as everyone else. Even with practice, he couldn't get the hang of it, so he just... never used it, and learnt how to tackle people. It was surprisingly effective.

Aion let his hand be waved away when he tried to pet the other again, not surprised by the refusal. perhaps another time. at the question he chuckled. "You couldn't be unimportant even if you tried, sapling." He said, earnestly and honestly. And it was fact at least to him. The other was... noticable, easily remembered, Interesting and fun to just talk to and be around, of course he wouldn't be considered 'unimportant'. He met the others gaze a smile shining in his eyes as well as playing on face. "Hope we meet again soon, Cedar. Don't get yourself killed, alright?" He asked, hoping the other stays safe enough and doesn't get into too much trouble.

When Cedar finally leaves, its barely a few seconds for him to get back to everyone else, and familiar faces come in pointing their guns. He rasises his hands, case in arms with a sheepish smile. "I don't suspect you'll belive that this was a false alarm, right?" He asked and that was all it took for everyone to relax and drop the guns. "In my defence, There was a kid here with me and I didn't want to risk them getting hurt since the group here had guns and they left after I told them to leave." He said and one of his co-workers, a curly red-head merfolk with the code-name 'Sally' who acted like a protective sister, sighed and punched his arm non-too-gently. He didn't really feel it though.

"You dick! I was worried when the alarm went off! Honestly Aion." She groaned, and everyone else came in and grabbed the people who he had knocked out. His Boss arrived and he held out the case.

"The Kid I was chasing I was only chasing after petty theft since the sun was still up, and he accidentally ran into here. I decided this was more important to stop rather than some kid who some food." He said and his boss nodded, taking the case. "Hand of Chromo, huh? Once again we find another one of this group." His boss sighs, but nods anyway. "Good work here Aion. Take Sally and go to the headquarters to shut the alarm on your device off. the rest of us will stay here and deal with this." He said and he nodded. "Yes sir, thank you." He bowed slightly to the man in respect and and and Sally left, heading to the headquarters. The only reason he was sent with someone was because he would get lost.

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Cedar's ears twitched rapidly as they made their way home, their hands stuffed deep into their pockets as the temperature dropped and cold nipped at their exposed skin. After a good 10 minutes they found a late night trolley heading towards their home. They jogged along side it before grabbing one of the bar's attached to it's side, their feet resting comfortably against the metal frame that poked out from the rest of the paneling. It chugged along with Cedar enjoying the late night view till they finally hopped off at Greenfield street, hustling the remaining distance. They tugged at a string looped around their neck, a bronze key popping out from underneath Cedar's layers. They eagerly got to work unlocking the front door.

"Lillian? You up?" They called, rubbing their hands together to ignite some warmth. Lillian, the owner of the house, never was one to start and stoke the fire of the house so it often went cold in the night when Cedar wasn't there.

"Now I am. Whatever have you been doing? Being out so late like that.." The woman croaked as she sat up, struggling to release herself from the captivity of the thick quilts before pawing around for her robe. The house had two stories, but despite her old age her voice was mighty enough to be heard form the front door.

"Just with friends, ma'am." They both knew it was a lie, but it was a pleasant one that could easily be left undisturbed.

"Right well I'll put the pot on while you make us some late night snackings." She instructed, adjusting the scarf that held her hair curlers in place to make sure nothing had dislodged in her sleep. Cedar, the spiteful and bratty teen who always had something to say, complied without much hesitation. There was no need for excuses or pleasantries, they respected Lillian greatly.

The 'snackings' Lillian had requested ended up being the last bit of strawberry preserves spread over a fresh pack of crackers, though the low effort treat had been laid out delicately upon a china plate which matched the tea pot and cups. The dishes had steam pouring the edges, filling the small room withe the aroma of earl grey tea. Lillian had what looked like an obscene amount of tea leaves stocked up in the pantry, before hardships fell upon her she was quite the collector. Even though Cedar had hoped to be going to sleep around this time, they didn't refuse this pleasant interaction in hopes to end the night well. Though she wasn't much of a loving figure with her firm hand and controlling tone, Cedar appreciated her presence. She often reminded them to eat, sleep, and take care of themselves even if it was disguised as her appealing to Cedar's vanity and presentation. They had first worked under her for room and board, but one thing lead to another and Cedar ended up supporting the woman far more than originally agreed upon. They wouldn't admit that they cared for the hag, and would simply chalk it up to a symbiotic relationship. She had some life savings that would be paying off the house and utilities, and Cedar would provide food and service.

That little midnight pick me up was enough to get them through the night and following morning, but after rounding their domestic duties and checking in with a few 'coworkers' they found themselves in a small market that catered many differed shops and food vendors. It was in the middle of the districts with a wide variety of food and prices. They felt their hunger rising, and were powerless against the cries that came from the pit of their stomach and ended up ordering a small dish of rice and curry. The market was just a few blocks away from one of the local police stations, and the ginger opted to eat in a nearby alleyway rather than out in the open. They wouldn't be causing trouble anymore, but it was best to lie low until a large time period had passed from their meeting with the detective. They allowed a good half hour for relaxation and eating on account that they didn't have much planned today save for a small club meet with a potential client later in the afternoon, an up and coming dealer who's wife was supposedly cheating on him.

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