knightsoflegend | paris ♔ tried to save myself but myself keeps slipping away

[Good, because she's starting to hit that panic moment here. She'll follow his guidance, hoping to find Helen having stubbed her toe or hell she'll take anything at this point.]

[ they head back into the bar, which seems to have lost several patrons by now - and boasts no sign of helen. quinn looks around, raising an eyebrow at the goth bar. ] This never exactly struck me as your element, but I suppose you're full of surprises.

Yeah, I'm full of them. [She says, distracted as she looks through the bar. (spot 24) She remembers Max and Lissa splitting off too and she glances to see where the back door might be.]

Just - stick close.

If I knew who we were looking for, maybe I could be of a bit more help. [ there are quite a few eyes on them at this point, but she spots the back door. ]

[Shhh. Just be quiet pretty man, let the girl do the heavy lifting for a moment.

Faith reaches for his hand and cuts a path through the crowd trying not to create a bigger draw of attention than is needed. (move ~~politely/carefully/casually~~ silently 25??) She opens the back door and clearly the scene she's about to witness could be anything at this point...]

[ no sooner has her hand landed on the door than someone stops quinn, a leather-wearing pale guy/possible vampire who pushes a palm into his shoulder and squints at him before questioning him in french. quinn glances at faith, before shrugging and responding in english: ] I think you're mistaking me for someone else, mon ami.

[ his friend steps away from the pool table and points at him, adding something else, and quinn raises both hands. ] I must just have one of those faces.

[Faith sighs, frustration rolling off her shoulders as she lifts her hand off the door and turns to face the group of guys. Her head tips, sizing them up briefly and then she just stares the one doing the talking for the group down.]

He's with me and I sure as shit don't think you're looking for trouble tonight. [(intimidate 28)] Just go back to your game of pool and we'll just head out.

[ with a nat 20 will save, this guy is just not impressed, turning to hiss at faith, pointing angrily at quinn. "He owes us a lot of money. We know a cheater when we see one."

quinn just sighs like he is so very put upon by the world. ] I really didn't want to have to burn this bar down tonight, but we're in a little bit of a hurry, so why don't I just come back later and we settle this th-- [ he doesn't get to finish that proposition, however, because the guy behind him abruptly tries to whack him in the back of the head with a pool cue annnnd into init we go ]

[GDI. Faith doesn't have time for these guys and she's mostly concerned that fighting the two of them will just draw more in... so she needs to make this go quick so that the rest of them don't get any ideas.

With the pool cue missing the intended target, Faith opts for the one that didn't think she was someone to listen to and goes for a right uppercut to the jaw (atk 42 | dmg 14) and follows that up with a left cut to his side (atk 29 | dmg 18).]

[ with a sickening crunch, faith knocks some teeth out, and leaves a nice dent in the guy's side. quinn's head darts aside as the pool cue whiffs through the air where it just was, and he manages to reach up, grab it, and slam an elbow back at the guy's face, wrenching the stick free from his hands (successful disarm!).

the one fighting faith actually looks like he's reconsidering this and backs away, one palm raised in a gesture of surrender, the other clutching his fucked up jaw.

the one behind quinn, however, tries to wrap an arm around his neck, but quinn slams his elbow back again with an attack of opportunity (atk 28, dmg 7), cracking the guy's nose aside and cutting off his grapple attempt. ] There's just no reasoning with some people.

[Faith watches the guy back off, but she keeps her hands to the ready - because she is not going to just stand around and get hit when she thinks it's clear.]

Do you want to keep going? I mean, I just got started. [She's cool with continuing to break teeth and bones and faces and possibly more.]

[ quinn cracks the pool cue over his knee, and then tosses a small wad of bills aside at the other guys chest, which he utterly fails to catch. ] Keep the damn change.

[ they both seem to have had enough, at least, and quinn nods to the door before they can change their minds. ]

[yes, let's get back to the impending terror. Faith exhales and turns to the door, pushing it open to once more try to get a read on where Max and Lissa went off to and if the know where Helen is.]

[ they head out into the dark alleyway, the door clanging shut behind them, leaving them out there alone. ] Sorry about that. You just can't take me anywhere. [ he glances down the narrow expanse between buildings. ] You think your friend came this way? [ spot check, faith! ]

There were four of us. I could've sworn I saw Max and Lissa head to the back. [Faith runs her hand though her hair, glancing around. (Spot 22) sure did just borrow dice from my brother in the middle of moving him out.]

[ and she also notices the leg sticking out, further down the alley... ] ... Just don't tell me that's your friend.

[The moment she sees the leg her stomach drops.]

Shit! [Faith moves to the body and a wash of panic and guilt come over her.] I shouldn't have left them. [Kneeling near the bodies, she shakes her head. The anger welling up in her.] I thought I -- this is my fault. [She's not even sure what to do.] Helen isn't here. [her hand runs over her face as she stands up. Once to her feet her fist clenches and unclenches trying to focus.]

Why did I leave? [The self-accusation starts up as she paces near the bodies, then she moves back to kneeling as she tries to just not really lose her cool.]

Hey, whoa. [ he squats down beside her, casting a disturbed expression at the bodies before sweeping his eyes back to her ] You're not the one who did this. I'm ... sorry about your friends, Faith. But you can't blame yourself for this. [ diplomacy... 24?? ]

[She shakes her head, she understands the sentiment but it doesn't change the fact that she was the strongest one with them and she left them alone.]

I left them alone, Quinn. [She's not quite as angry, since he did seem so diplomatic about it??, but she does still harbor that guilt.]

I thought I was making a good call and I left them behind. I left and they were killed because I wasn't here to stop it.

You said it yourself - you thought it was a good call. Why fault yourself for doing what you thought you had to do? [ he doesn't let her answer, putting a hand on her shoulder ] You said there were four of you. Maybe we can still find your other friend.

[She frowns, shaking her head again.]

It's not like I made a bad call and something went wrong, I made a bad call and two people are dead, Quinn. [She needs to find Helen. She reaches into her pocket and finds her phone, moving to call Helen.]

Even worse to try to take the blame on yourself, then. Trying to live with that guilt when it's not anything you did on purpose will shackle you, Faith. Cripple you, if you let it. [ he is strangely intense about that point. meanwhile, helen's phone goes... straight to voicemail. womp womp. ]

[When the phone goes to voicemail, she glances up to him and tries to see the reason he's expressing, but this isn't something she's unfamiliar with. When she had blood on her hands, she didn't care and she's killed plenty of people... creatures on missions and not cared, but this is different. This is... this was part of her team.]

I'm not going to let it, but I can't ignore where the fault lays. [She knows she needs to call Wynn, to let him know that Max and Lissa are dead and she can't get a hold of Helen, but she almost doesn't want to. She wants to call Jack, because she trusts Jack -- but she knows she needs to call Wynn.] I need to call someone.

[She stays near the bodies and at this point she doesn't care if Quinn hears one half of her call. The longer she waits, the further away Helen could get.]

I get the feeling you don't mean the police. [ which ... does not seem to bother him. ]

[She doesn't answer him, but mostly she doesn't think he expects an answer. She just does the right thing and calls Wynn.]

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