#diyara threads

“Whelp. They weren’t getting out of that one alive. Really what were they thinking getting in the way of my job like that”

==> You click your tongue as you wipe the blood off your hands, shaking your head at the poor troll who had died along with your target. Well at least the job was done. Now to actually get yourself out.  You sling your rifle onto your back as you trot up the stairs and to the open window you had come in through; dropping to the Ally easy. And really you would of been home scott free.....

If not for the random ass troll now standing in front of you.

“Fuck”

“You know. I like to think I’m good with directions. but I’ve been chasing this slippery bastard so long I have no idea where I am anymore...”

==> Of course you would be running late. That old man land lord just wouldn’t shut up about how you were late on rent... again. And after insisting that you were going to work at your second job right now did he let you go. You weren’t sure if your friend had gone ahead or not but you hoped not. You really needed this paycheck to come through if you were gunna keep your shop!

“Alright Di, Time to pick up the pace”

==> You mumble to yourself before making yourself run faster to try and make the meeting point sooner. Even breaths and focused steps made it easy to get to where you were going. Skidding to a stop you laugh and walk into the ally, only to stop at the sight in front of you.

“Hey! Sorry I’m la..te....”

==> That job was much harder than you had expected. It went from a single target, to half a gang. You had of course gotten the job done. but now your old rifle was bent from a fight and even your usual repair guy couldn’t fix it! Plus you had used way more ammo than you had anticipated. You almost ran out.

“Guess I gotta go with my daggers on this next job”

==> You’re mumbling to yourself, even pouting as you walk down an ally, staying away from the main road while you count ammo. You didn’t care to be spotted by police while covered in Tyrian blood after all.

==> Hearing the sounds of a fight up ahead you stop where you walk, puling your scarf over your nose and putting your ammo away while trotting over to the sounds. It wasn’t the usual sirens so you were admittedly curious on what was going on. Though you were only half surprised to find a street fight going on.

==> It wasn’t very often you went to a fancy place like this. Let alone a fancy place like this where you weren’t paying. Or you assumed you weren’t anyway. You wee here for a job interview and of course you had dressed nicely... Well moderately so anyway. You weren’t in your usual jeans at least.

“Hi- I’m here to meet someone?”

==> You speak to the waiter who comes to greet you at the door, explaining who it was you were meeting before they take you over to a table where another troll is already seated and waiting.