Contamination

[sha-draw]

"Yes they're definitely going to believe that " he chuckles.

[David Le Fox]

"Judged by the way you carried me up the tower I wouldn't say it's far from the truth"

[sha-draw]

"Well if you want to go home you can.
These people look much more interesting.
And you didn't exactly fix me well."
He says, stopping to tick each of these off on a claw.

[Nishjin]

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.

Waking up, Nishjin feels a huge pain in his head, and immediately puts his hands up to hold it. He then notices multiple things. The fact that only one of his hands made contact with his head, he was lying in the street, and everything else hurt, too. He opens his mouth to speak, but nothing comes out except a quiet sort of mechanical groan. Looking down at himself, he inspects his body and finds a few things that aren't there anymore. Including half of his fur, which had burned off, and most of his right arm, which was lying a few feet away from him. 'Oh God, no...' None of his supplies were in the pack that was beside him except for a few melted things. He might've killed himself again, if he had a gun. But there was only one thought on his mind.
'I'm going to destroy that dragon.'

[sha-draw]

He stopped climbing, his eye flashing . "could it be..."

[Nishjin]

Getting up, Nishjin sees a load of shrapnel around him, and quite a few are a decent size. He picks a couple up, then goes into the building where Connor had been and looks around. He finds the rope from that one person who snuck through the window and starts bending the large pieces of metal into something he could hold, and bends them around the rope, making an almost whip-like weapon. Going out, he finds some bigger pieces of metal with sharp edges and brings them inside, cutting the rope protruding from the handle down toe about a foot long. He slowly makes a knot in the rope, although it's hard with only one arm's help, and then he bends a sheet of metal around it. He stabs a few holes in the ball, then puts as many of the sharp shards of metal into the ball as he can. The end result was about as much of a mace as he could've hoped for, since he made it with one arm.
'Ah, a mace. The one-handed nunchuck. I haven't trained with these in a while...'
Suddenly, a tingling sensation blasts through his head for a moment, then subsides.
'The hell was that?'

[sha-draw]

His only ear left perks up and he looks around, forgetting the task at hand. He reaches the top of the building, facing not towards the place with food and tech and new furs,  but in the opposite direction they had come. 

[Nishjin]

Nishjin swings the makeshift mace around a few times, then heads out of the building in a random direction. Although the tingling was weaker, he still felt it. It seemed to be in a certain direction, so he decided to head towards it.

[David Le Fox]

"What? did you hear something?"

[sha-draw]

He motions for conner to be still. Stretching his neck out and looking aroun, and watches all the steets he can see.

[David Le Fox]

*Connor slowly pulls out his revolver and looks around*

[sha-draw]

"S-say Connor...do you remember nishjin?" He says, cautiously sitting  on the edge of the bed.

[David Le Fox]

"I'm holding his gun for Christ's sake"

[sha-draw]

He taps his claws on the roof idly, his ear flattened.
"He may want it back..." He whimpers, looking in the general direction of nishjin, though he could not see them yet.

[Nishjin]

Spotting the dragon's head poking out from the top of the building, Nishjin rushes to the fire escape and starts climbing up as fast as he can, his mace dragging behind. "HEY BUD! I THINK WE GOT OFF ON THE WRONG FOOT!"