Contamination

[sha-draw]

He starts to do something to the body, either extracting or implenting, and is there for a minute, and eventually turns around, his paws bloodied, and the body covered by its own shirt. "What was that?" He sticks his paws into his coat pockets.

[David Le Fox]

"I'd rather not know what you did with his body"

[sha-draw]

"I can live with that" he says and sniffs the air. "Hardware you say?" He sniffs the air harder.

[David Le Fox]

"Yeah, hardware store, I need to repair my gun"

[sha-draw]

He doesn't say anything but moves forward, eyes closed, sniffing repeadetly, only barely missing walls and poles, walking in a seemingly random and unknown direction.

[David Le Fox]

"Smell something interesting?"

[sha-draw]

"I smell an upgrade... So hardware, if you couldn't tell. Come along." He motions for Connor to follow him and begins walking down the street.
 

[David Le Fox]

*Connor emptys the used bullet casing out of the revolver, putting the casing in his bag, he loads in another bullet in and proceeds to wander along with the dragon, revolver in hand*

[sha-draw]

He continues following his nose, leading him up and down streets, wandering through broken homes and buildings, unknowingly leading Connor to others as well...

[David Le Fox]

"Are we nearing the hardware?"

[sha-draw]

"Yes, yes I think so..." He takes big sniff and points up. "I do believe it's up there... " where he points is the top of a skyscraper, and looks old and dangerous.

[David Le Fox]

"Ugh, I hated skyscrapers enough before I knew that they could crumble at any moment"

[sha-draw]

"You want the hardware or not?" He growls before going up to one of the barely stable support beams and sticking his claws in, and then another, using that to scale the building.

[David Le Fox]

"Yeah, my claws can't do that so I'll just wait here"

[The Past]

"Yeah, sounds good," Geoff replied to the gasmasked one. As they walked, he kept on the lookout for potential trouble. He didn't want to bother her with chit-chat; She looked the serious type who might not appreciate distractions. It's hard to read one's disposition when their face is covered.