💀 Truu/Trudy, Qurikk and Tris in some scenario~?
“Try and run again, and I’ll break the other one.”
For the most part, the two peacemakers where by the book, They did not bend the laws and did what was both just and good. By compassion their more chaotic friend was more, “screw the rules I’m doing what’s right.” So working together always had a small chance of disagreement, Except for this night. For once all three where on the same page.
Unfortunately for the one fleeing the crime-scene and holding a progeny hostage that page was more to the tune of Truu’s song then Tristana and Qurikk’s.
They’d chased down the perpetrator to an abandoned lab complex, the youngster was alive, That Qurikk and Truu’s magic could detect at the very least and gave them some measure of comfort.
They could also hear her crying within the blackened out complex.
“P-please.. I want my progenitors, please.. I just wanna go home!” The small child cried out, her pigtails and outfit dirtied by the smoke and grime of her prison. This cuased her captor to to swing her larger, bulkier fist to the poor dear.
“Shut yer mouth will ya kid? You’re my ticket to freedom and if ya dont wanna get hurt, Shut it!” The large, bulky brute of an asura half-snarled, half whispered. The child whimpered curling into a ball. The blow cuased her to get a nose bleed.
Meanwhile the peacemakers and the vigilante began to enact their plan, Tristana and Qurikk approaching from the front, Truu watching from the shadows before disappearing.
“Vacate the facility with your hands out and the girl unharmed” Called out Tristana. “You are surrounded and anything you do outside of full compliance and the freeing of the Progeny will result in a much harsher punishment for you.”
The brute appeared through a window on the third floor, Yelling both obscentiries and her demands.
“Fuck off ya twats or I’ll toss the girl out the window head first, I don’t want any of you wankers arresin’ or nothin’ ya hear?!” She stared at them, They stared back and it was Qurikk’s turn to speak.
“S-surely we can um rrange some sort of comprimise without devoling into unessarcy violence hmm? We’re all civil asura here.” He tried to smile but his amber gaze gave away his worry for the child.
The burte, distracted with negotiating with the peacemakers was unaware of a small, brown skinned asura making a “hush” motion to the little girl and carefully carrying her until..
When it did get so much colder? the brute thought, she turned around and saw the rift close, her victim nowhere to be found.
Swearing she picked up her hammer ad made a run for, aiming to slam down Qurikk. He was the weakest of the bunch and in a pinch could make for a good hostage himself.
But before the would-be-kidnapper could even reach him she felt a sharp, sicking pain and heard the crunch of her arm. Tristana had managed to dart around and behind her. Her armt hat was holding the hammer caught in a vice grip. Tristana pulled and yankked until popped. Her quarry howling and cursing in pain.
The white skinned and haired Peacemaker whispered, her voice harsh and cold.
“Try and run again and i’ll break the other one.”
