Siggy is out on the town. Or, at least, her vision of it. Dark streets and run-down alleys, looking for another dealer to give her what she needs. Cram. Betameth. Bliss. Kami. Whatever she can find. It burns through her like fire, but it feels so good. Especially since she got out of the tank.
The moon high above, casting shadows from the dim rooftops, she slides down another alley. Two orks brandishing knives are hassling a terrified young woman in a tattered dress. A working girl. One of the thousands that dot Puyallup. They look up at her for a second as she passes by, perhaps trying to scout a new mark. But they read her correctly, and choose life.
She takes out one of the inhalers and breathes deeply, inhaling the meth and feeling herself quicken. She takes one last look a the girl and keeps walking. She can't do anything, not even if she wanted to. This one, another one, what was the difference? The streets always claimed their tribute. In pain. And blood.
As she walks away, the three figures dissolving in the steam rising through a grate from whatever hellscape existed underneath her feet, she notices the message, and replies.
"You know I don't sleep, Heinrich. Not since I got out of the tank. If they need problems tracked down, well, they may need someone else to do that part. But 'solving?' I think I know what that means. And there's nobody better."
((Shiawase Sorta-Samurai Drug Fiend Ex-SK Corpsec Shotgun/Grenade Muscle.))
Tez has gone out - in clothes befitting a slumming wageslave. To touristville. Not a place she usually goes - she finds the sin and filth and decay of the place, not to mention the hordes of dirty SINless, disgusting in the extreme. But Xochipilli insisted. He wants to see Seattle. All of it. The highs and lows both.
She'll show him the highs of the Pyramid later, but for tonight, it's the lows. The garish AROs, neon lamps, and augged-out joygirls, not to mention the peddlers crowd the streets, hawking their wares - or themselves, and huddling under awnings as the acid rain comes down. In the alleys to either side, illicit deals, illicit trysts, or barely concealed beatings and murders happen. She sees them - which means he surely does.
Sliding past another stable of flesh, Xochipilli tells her that he's noticed two men take an interest in them. He wants to have fun. A slide down another alley, and a pursuit. They corner them soon after, demanding valuables. And then he changes form. No longer a mere man, but a flaming warrior. He turns his force upon them, and they run, eyes wide in terror.
They share a laugh. Weaklings running from the strong. From hunters. As they finish, she notices the message, and replies.
"Track down and solve problems, Adriana? Xochipilli is eager to see more of Seattle, and I can imagine that he would be most interested in doing so here as well."
((Aztech Aztec Mage/Face and her new Ally.))