Board Thread:Roleplay/@comment-25686329-20150429205054/@comment-25686329-20150504212900

Hourhand made light work of the thugs with her new ally, leaving the one with the Broom Emblem for last.

She swept out his legs with a simataneous backhand to the face, leaving just enough conciousness in him to allow for a few more minutes.

"I'll let him tell you." she said, stepping firmly on his face.

"Backbeat..." the thug weezed.

"Industrial district...?" Hourhand asked politely, yet darkly.

The thug stopped making noise for a second.

"...Piss...off...." he finally managed.

Hourhand growled like a dog kicked him in the temple, knocking him out soundly.

She turned, not thanking or acknowledging the Archer behind her. She gave a gesture with a gloved hand that could be interpreted as 'Follow Me' but that was up for debate.

Hourhand was preoccupied with the duo -- that is, the human and the fox -- at the back of the alleyway.

"Give me three good reasons I shouldn't kick your heads in for seeing what you just did."

- - -

Backbeat giggled again.

"Please bring Heartless here... as soon as possible. Word on the street is that a few people are out for me in chains, and I need another ally."

- - -

"Henry Blackwall's cult IS at it again, but I figure we have at least three days before they try to sacrfice another person." StarStripe said boredly. "You're other guess was right. Backbeat's at it again."

He gestured for her to follow as they walked down the hallway.

"The chick's insane and she's not gonna stop 'till musical lasers are the only light in Ever After City or my eyes are on a skewer, though ideally I'm sure she'd love both."

"Do you wanna take the Rampart?"

The Rampart was StarStripe's vehicle of choice; a top-of-the-line, experimental spy car that was made to look like a 1962 Bentley Continental.