#steeleokami

"Oh joy... well I'm not quite equipped to deal with a hacker myself, but I can at least try to help mitigate damage and make some calls to get some help sent your way." She scpots over on her chair closer to the other.

“What’s your name again...?” The alcohol she had imbibed left her lucid, but with a memory that was just slightly fuzzy enough to forget the details. “I don’t usually bring strangers back to my place. But I like you, so don’t try to kill me.” Not that he probably could. Even buzzed, Blake was still a force. 

Taupe was rather irritated. Not only had his previous partner in this case abandoned him, but he seemed only to attract simpletons to his side whenever he put his foot forward. In any case, things worked out last time, but he counted himself extremely lucky in that regard. At least this particular individual was a regular in these parts and could help him find his way around.

“I don’t know how familiar you are with handling these types of cases, but do try to not do anything reckless,” he said to the other. “We have no way of knowing exactly what we’ll be walking into, but knowing our quarry, one misstep will surely have lethal consequences.”

The IDs they’d found thus far were a clear indicator that something was awry. Identity theft happened to be one of Chimera’s calling cards, and the fact that they were scattered about left him with a feeling of unease.

It was strangely hard to go unseen in Delta Town. Despite the size of the district, the community that surrounded the Consecration meant strangers were always spotted in neighborhoods. It wasn’t unusual for people from outside the area to be here. Maintenance needed to be done and bounties on chimeras weren’t always handled by the templars. However, showing up for church wasn’t something folks from other areas tended to do.

In another time, Robin Goodfellow would never have left his home district, following in his father’s footsteps as a templar himself- the typical fate of all people in Delta Town born with an awakened power. Instead, he somehow found himself with a new name, a new identity, and a job as the groundskeeper for one of the most influential people in the city. His faith was the only thing that kept him from never coming back here.

😶-nudges my muse

“GAH! I forgot Steve!! Steeeeve! I don’t know if you’re around or can hear me, but we’re all going out to eat!! You can come if you want!”