Acension City: Redux

[Michen_S]

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Name: Zila
Age: 24
Species: Cheetah
Gender: Female
Relationships: Parents outside of Acenstion City
Current Job: Unemployed
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(I'll hop in later.)

[Michen_S]

Zila sat down in the alley, out of breath and a piece of bread in her hand. It didn't take a genius to figure out she just stole a piece of bread. Sitting against the wall out of direct light, she tried to get some of her breath back. In the meantime she kept listening for anyone that could try to pursue her, hoping nobody would find her quickly here.

[Wilco Whiteheart]

*Wilco sees Zila down an alley and, curious, quietly walks to her*

[Michen_S]

The cheetah kept a close eye on the road and noticed the wolf approaching her. Wasting no time, she jumped up and ran further down the alley, the bread still in her hand. She was a quick runner, but he well knew she wouldn't get far with her current energy. Yet, she had to try. She had to try to get away from the wolf behind her at any cost.

[Wilco Whiteheart]

*Wilco holds out his hand and a clone appears at the end of the alley* Hey... Just calm down ok? I'm not here to arrest you...

[Michen_S]

Upon seeing the clone appear in front of her eyes, the cheetah felt forced to stop running and put her free hand on the ground. Panting, she looked behind her to see the wolf was still there as well. She closed her eyes. A magic user was the last thing she needed right now. There was no more running away now, if she still could run that is. Busy with her own thoughts and being very tired right now, she didn't hear at all what the wolf said.

[Wilco Whiteheart]

*The clone fades and is replaced with the real wolf, who gently rests his hand on her shoulder* Hey... I'm here to help... Not arrest you...

[Michen_S]

The cheetah remained in the same position, panting like before. Inside of her it felt like this was a lie, the entire city wasa a lie. She couldn't trust this guy, or anyone for that matter. However, there was nothing she could do right now even if she wanted to. Until her energy returned, she couldn't even speak.

[The Past]

After Red walked away, Geoff continued on his quest for shelter.

[Angder]

((Character sheet:

Name: Angder Greatfang
Age: 24
Species: Wolf
Gender: Male
Relationships: None he likes to speak of
Current Job:Private investigator. ))

[Wilco Whiteheart]

*Wilco, anxious to have an apprentice of sorts to help out with his lil business, hands Zila a water bottle and sits next to her, worried about her*

[Rayleonarde]

After treating his wound, Ray donned a black collared shirt and headed back out on the street. Again the cursed book drew attention, onlookers inexplicably driven to read its evil contents. Ray continued to a recent client’s address. A disappearance, from what Ray knew, of a young-ish child. It already registered on his ‘religious sacrifice’ scale.

[Michen_S]

The cheetah looks up to the wolf in front of her, clearly confused by what he was doing. The clothes the cheetah was wearing had dirty spots and multiple rips. Still panting, she managed to bring out a few words. "Wh- what... What are you... doing?"

[Wilco Whiteheart]

*Wilco looks at her* I'm helping you... see, I'm in need of an apprentice, and you look like the perfect candidate.

[Angder]

((I hope I am Ok to start posting, if not feel free to yell at me!  ))

Angder sat in his office, he was a Private investigator, Solver of problems, Explorer of the supernatural! Of course, Right now rather than doing any of that stuff he was slumped down against the desk. staring, almost mournfully, at the door. The walls had filing cabinets and books on them,  but honestly, he had barely used anything in this office since he arrived a few weeks back. He had read the local paper, but following your own leads rarely leads to a sustainable business, and almost nobody had come to him. He wanted to help people, That was his job, to help people with problems that the police couldn't (or didn't want to) deal with, but had a painful feeling those who needed it most could not afford to come to him anyway.

With a sigh, he adjusted himself, and looked down at the newspaper again. Disappearances, murder, theft, All so common, and yet not a single one of the victims, or their family, or even their friends, walked through the door. Angder slumped back down against the desk, now watching the clock. Only a couple of hours until lunch, then another 5 hours before he could close down, and go do something else equally pointless. Angder sighed, he should have moved in Woodlocke city, or prehaps to the area round the Duntmoor, it may not have been as nice, but there would at least be work at those places.