Part 3: The City of Crime

[Dexie Oblivion]

Darx blinks, wincing a bit as he sheathes his sword, folding his wing down to get a look at the wound.

"Curses...that damn fool, I thought for sure he'd not fire.  Alas, I was mistaken."

He gives a look around town and hums...

"It's not that bad a wound....I need to patch it up, though, else the feathers won't grow back straight...damnit."

[Dracos]

Darx:

Town was not the term that came to mind standing on the broken pavement before the sprawling metropolitan.  He had clearly gotten attention though, though no one was getting near him at the moment.  He could feel himself being watched.

Dracos

[Dexie Oblivion]

"I hate cities this large..."

He sighs inwardly and begins to walk through the town, looking for any places that might be of use to him, bars, places to stay, things like that.

[Halbarad]

"I think I'll wait here for the moment," Clyde proffered. "This place looks about as bad as New York City, and I've only been there twice on business. I'd most likely end up in your way for such a meeting."

[Dracos]

Pity he scared away that greeter.  He might've been helpful.  One things for sure.  Los vegas had nothing on this hive of scum and villianry.  Anyhow, there were casinos, places of ill repute, alleyways, man, this place was a mess...  He spotted something a while in that kinda looked like a hotel.  Cheap place though.

Dracos

[Shukuen]

"All right. Come on then, Ryder."

Outside, he realized he had no clue where they might place docks in a desert.

[Dracos]

Leets:

You see that strange guy from before.  The one who almost got into the fight in New Brunswick, sort of walking down the street.  Seems to be dripping a bit of blood behind him too.

Dracos

[Dexie Oblivion]

Darx heads towards the hotel, one wing folded, but the shot one still extended.

[Shukuen]

Leets blinked, noticing the winged stranger from before. "Hey, are you all right?" he asked, noticing the bloody wing.

[Dexie Oblivion]

Darx gives a soft hiss..

"What does it look like? My wing has two holes in it and I'm dripping blood everywhere. Of course I'm not all right."

[Shukuen]

"Sorry, forgot not all of us have been shot in the wing before," Leets grumbled and led the injured swordsman inside. "You can rest in our room if you want."

[Dexie Oblivion]

Darx follows him, then brushes him aside when they reach the room.

"I need something to stop my blood loss..."

[Shukuen]

Leets wordlessly handed over a roll of bandages from his pack. "I don't have any experiences with wings, sorry."

[Dexie Oblivion]

He sighs and takes the bandages. "Useless...."

He begins to apply them to his wings, pausing every few moments to realign and pull out various feathers.

"When I find that no good lowlife....he's as good as dead.."

[Olvelsper]

"Wow. What the hell happened to you?" Jan propped himself up from his bed, using the wall to help keep him upright as he looked at the winged man. "You could be a bit more thankful to the kid, though. Hardly anyone helps anyone else in this city."