#disinfectcd

he had asked about his missing brother, they laughed and insulted the man in question in turn; refused to part with the answers he’s been desperately seeking for eight years --- so he fought back for it. as if the punches thrown would make them eat their own words or finally spilled the details of his sibling’s whereabouts. the cowards, as they all were, for using underhanded methods and gaining numbers against one. 

“ kgh, you bastards ... ! ” cú growls, struggling to free himself from the weight of two thugs as they pinned him on the cobbled ground. a means to stay his wild aggression and directly compensate the damages with a glint of silver in the hands of another.

the crunch of new footsteps approaching, however, carrying over the weight of a large shadow had caught the attention of nearly every breathing man. for a moment, the quick paces of every action had seemingly come to a slow standstill as they walked the threshold into the alleyway. cú could hear the pounding in his head singled out, along with the careful shuffle of feet and the curse of another. eyes trained themselves upon the stranger with trepidation. anticipation.

it was then when the voices and bouts of laughter began to rise in a broken unison. words became a garble of degrading names, others dismissive warnings focused on the other --- but none coming out clearly enough for him to piece together. rather, he continued to stare at the other individual with a dumbfounded expression, speechless and unable to peel his attention away from a screaming familiarity in the man’s appearance.

 but --- it couldn’t be, could it ? 

“ ... ”

The multitudes are ample enough distraction to conceal his monochrome stripes. Still, he’d be hard-pressed to drag any injured in that form, so he trades in his paws and claws for hands and feet in the blink of an eye. Glances left and right. Groups form in the wake of protection and instruction, and he braces himself as the ground rumbles from the impact of a ranged attack, dust clouding the air.

He spots a citizen who’d been knocked to the ground from the confusion of it all and seizes them. Hauls them quickly out of the heated swarm. More instructions drone out from the dollish robot and it momentarily distracts him from the light trail of blood tracking from his unconscious accomplice. A job, was it? … Seemed easy enough. All right, then— he’ll play along with the owners of this Domain.

But first, to get rid of the baggage that was his escape plan— preferably, without him being wrongly pinned as his role.

Medical centers and clinics seem to be near non-existent in the areas of this ruinous island he’s scouted, but the stark white tent canopy he passed on his way to the hole sticks out in recall as something that might be just that. He allows the trail to continue right underneath a jutted out hunk of concrete nearby… before nearly tripping over his paws and hitting said concrete with a thunk as his disguise gives way.

A pained groan escapes his maw before he tries to scramble out of sight. So much for trying to keep himself concealed— there’s no way someone didn’t hear that, right?

I guess you could say you...

MAID up your mind?

Welcome back, nurse mom!

Noted!

A lot of people had to catch his hands, like now, after one of the locals tries to steal from him. Reflexes help him catch the thief, and promptly throw him into a wall. He watches as the thief falls limp, then goes over to check if he’s still alive. He is, which is good, so he kicks him with one of his boots for good measure to make sure he’s still out. Clicking his tongue due to the annoyance, he’s about to run off to avoid the incident, but he’s met the eyes with a certain intense nurse.

Shit. 

“The hell ya lookin’ at? Bastard had it comin’ tryin’ to steal from me.”

Reserved!