Confrontation [Uriel / Rio]

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Confrontation [Uriel / Rio] Jan 26, 2016 2:09:04 GMT -5

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Post by Adalura on Jan 26, 2016 2:09:04 GMT -5

As the rain continued to fall, the mild humidity and occasional sprinkle of water coming through the cracks in the shattered building felt cool and soothing to the Lion now leaning against the questionably stable wall. The cold sent a single shiver down her spine, though what swelling it offered to reduce was appreciated compared to the dusty corner she'd sat in just minutes before.

There had been a bit of surprise in the air between the officer and his prey- more so on Rio's side she expected than his own. The fact that he only watched her unload the heavy handgun without drawing a weapon of his own was a turn she hadn't expected. He was either mad confident in his body armor- or a fool. Rio would have pegged him for a little of both.

Red ears perked, flicking once to rid themselves of dust, and again to tune in to the male's almost self-targeted dialogue. It opened up to his next sentence, what sounded like he was almost considering the idea of letting her go. Of course, it came with a bit of malice she already knew- and to be truthful the marksman had expected Uriel to be that exact caliber of person. One that would relish being trapped alone with her for an hour or two before leaving the wreckage and claiming the redhead an 'accidental' casualty.

Still, surprised or not- Rio wouldn't let an opportunity like this slip by. Even if rough honesty is what brought it about in the first place.
"That line of work almost did it today, frankly. If this room were lit I'm sure my hair wouldn't be the only red scattered around it."
A cold and equally refreshing truth. The amount of blood lost today would serve as a reminder for just how close the lion had come several times in the past to closing both eyes for good. The idea didn't settle well- especially knowing she wouldn't even get the luxury of a coffin in the slums like this. The marksman brought her organic arm up, running it through her hair with a sigh typical of a school child just barely avoiding a detention.

A large impact brought both eyes wide again as gold and blue settled on the male. His irritation had brought him something of benefit finally as a hole in the debris was opened up- followed by a familiar sight being kicked back in her direction. She hesitated, looking down and back up again before straining to bend down and pick it up.
"Yeah...I'm hoping to find a few of them in a medical clinic."
Revolver in hand, Rio holstered it behind her back once more. Out of sight, out of mind. It would likely be better to leave the bullets where they were, she had spares of course- but reloading in front of the agitated male seemed like another addition to the days bad ideas.

Slowly, Rio made her way towards the hole Uriel had created. She crouched down, making her way through to what had remained of the building with pride keeping her from making any noises too pathetic for the lion herself to deal with. All that was left was to descend the staircase leading out into the streets and hopefully make her way to a back ally clinic without dying on the way.
"I don't know if I can, or should, thank you for letting me go. You're probably more doubtful than I am though. If it's any consolation, I'd like to see you succeed. I don't have a lot of evidence to back it up, but not getting tortured or worse the moment you got a hold of me says a little more about your character than most I deal with- with or without a badge."

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Confrontation [Uriel / Rio] Jan 27, 2016 3:38:32 GMT -5

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Post by UrielIscariot on Jan 27, 2016 3:38:32 GMT -5

To say that Uriel was irritated was an understatement. Of course it was almost completely directed towards himself. Everything within him was in conflict as a SP officer and as a person. He should be taking this girl to prison, but he needed to weigh that against what good it would do for Novus in the long run. That was his job after all, to maintain and strengthen the health of the city and its society by whatever means necessary.

Unlike some of his other colleagues, he didn’t allow himself the benefit of dismissing the long term and simply forgetting. These were people that they were dealing with and his upbringing made sure that he treated them as such. It was one of the things that his family held onto which the rest of the world seemed to slowly forget, that those around us aren’t simply passing faces. They are someone’s son or daughter, someone’s father or mother, a wife or a husband. Each one of them grew up and endured their hardships and experiences. To simply look at them as a criminal or a NUIP ID number was an impossibility for him.

That isn’t to say that there aren’t people with whom Novus couldn’t do without, and Uriel was no stranger to taking a life. He had difficulty with the aftermath of crossing that line however, and more than once Uriel had gone to his grandfather for guidance on the matter. Uriel came to hold the advice close to him, that forgiveness was important and must always have a place in Uriel’s heart and mind, but that the Lord had created him for a purpose and that he must walk the path that he felt was right.

The girl before him was surely too young to be lost to the darkness of Novus, and perhaps there was hope for her yet. He had offered her the chance, he could only hope she started on the path back to a place which would keep her safe and would allow her to help others in return. At the very least, her looking to get to a clinic was a good start. He stepped to the side, noting her good decision to leave the revolver ammo where it was as she walked towards him and slowly crawled through the newly made hole in the debris.

He followed her through, crouching down and stepping through, trying to get his large body through the hole being a bit of a task. He got to the other side however and stood up, cracking his neck.

“Don’t. Gratitude is probably the last thing that I want right now.”

He appreciated the comment that she made about him, but Uriel was in no mood to accept it right now, opting for silence and letting it be instead. He sighed and leaned down, wrapping an arm around her hips and waist and picking her up under it without much effort before starting towards the stairs to make his way towards the building’s exit.

“I don’t care if you don’t like it. I’m giving you a second chance and I’m not letting you waste it tripping and getting yourself killed because you can barely walk down the stairs.”

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Confrontation [Uriel / Rio] Jan 28, 2016 0:31:16 GMT -5

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Post by Adalura on Jan 28, 2016 0:31:16 GMT -5

Rio was still a bit surprised she was able to escape the night without a hefty prison sentence. It was refreshing, no worries of getting shanked in your own jail cell for knowing a bit too much- even if Rio went out of her way to stay on the ignorant side of the family for that very same reason. Of course, it had been quite a long time since she'd been injured in the line of work quite as badly as this, and ironically it was all at the hands of people outside her usual suspects.

It was no matter though. She was almost free- all she needed to do was avoid bringing any more repressed anger out of the large behemoth of a police officer. After that, she would blend into the streets easily enough, and hopefully make it to a back ally doctor before she bled out in a ditch somewhere. Oh, the irony that would hold. Shaking the thought aside, the lion finished exiting the hole, looking at the now light-flooded hallway and quite clearly hearing the lighter onslaught of rain coming from outside. The smell was refreshing, though she'd have to definitely shower hard to get all this dust out of her fur. A mildly disappointed look came across her face- knowing the amount of work she'd have to do today in order to clean both herself and her wounds alike.

The worrysome thoughts were swept away however, much like the lion herself as Uriel wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted up. She winced a little at the sudden tug, barring her words and simply looking off to the side with an indignant expression. One hand came up, gently gripping at the shoulder of his uniform for balance as the two descended the staircase towards freedom. Or, at least, however close freedom in the slums could be.
"You're so thoughtful. I'd have also accepted not getting shot in the thigh, but I won't squander the freebies I'm being given already."

It wasn't long before the duo made their way to the bottom of the stairs. Rio wriggled away from Uriel's grip to stand on her own two feet, brushing the dust off herself and throwing back the hoodie of her poncho- covering the easily identifiable red ears and hair.
"I guess this is where we part ways. I won't tell you anything you don't wanna hear, so sorry for almost shooting you in the face."
She took another look at the male, remembering his features in case they ever crossed under another storm-ridden, gloomy night. After a brief respite, Rio pushed open the doorway to the abandoned complex, carefully navigating her way down the stairs and into the crowded streets below. It wouldn't take more than a minute to disappear normally- but with a slouch in her posture she'd have to swallow her pride extra deep to blend in.

Here's hoping the clinics were still open.

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Confrontation [Uriel / Rio] Jan 30, 2016 10:51:47 GMT -5

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Post by UrielIscariot on Jan 30, 2016 10:51:47 GMT -5

Uriel steadily made his way down the stairs, Rio held firmly under his arm as he made his way towards the front door of the unstable building. He would have to make sure to put in an order for condemnation and demolition of the place when he got back to the office. A building like this still standing was asking for trouble for everyone with the condition that it was in.

Rio on the other hand was still lively enough to fire off another couple of clever comments for being in the condition that she was. At least that showed a good sign that she would probably be alright. She did need to find her way to a doctor however, though the cauterization of the wound from his weapon should hold for a fair while longer for her to get it sewn up.

Uriel didn’t feel a need to respond to her first thought, appreciative that she didn’t put up as much of a verbal fight as he’d expected. They soon arrived at the foyer of the building and Rio was quick to pull herself from his arm, standing up and preparing herself to move through the slums and the rain coming down on them. He waved off the apology for trying to kill him, in his line of work it wasn’t the first time and it wouldn’t be the last.

“Forget it. Get yourself fixed up and start figuring out what you need to do. And if I get word of more officers with wounds from a long range rifle, I’ll know who to come after.”

He looked to her as she seemed to inspect him, probably her attempt to make sure she remembered what he looked like. A moment later she turned and was out the door, making her way through the dimly lit and decaying streets. He took a deep breath and a sigh, checking his weapons and equipment before turning and heading in the opposite direction. He needed to make sure that the rest of the raid was successful and get the men who needed it to a hospital as well. Besides, he had a long report to write when he got back to headquarters, and he would have to make sure to mention the sniper who escaped through the window just as the building collapsed, leaving him to dig his way out.

End.