MULTIPLES
THE SPRAWL
RATING PG-13ISH
MENTIONS OF VIOLENCE INEVITABLE
Narrative :: Rocket Raccoon & Ellana Lavellan
Ellana could have sworn she'd seen someone following her the other night and tonight, as she wandered into the Sprawl to find herself some new tequila to try... and now she felt that feeling again. It was after Halloween so it wasn't like she felt like it was someone who could be creeping on her for a bit of a scare or a spook (at least, that was how she'd understood the holiday to be - not that she'd pass up a fun chance to dress up and drink, and she had enjoyed the party). The Inquisitor had been on one too many battlefields, been in one too many situations where she'd had to be always on her toes to not have the hairs on her neck raise. The sound that finally made her turn around suddenly as she walked down a side street (probably a bad idea, but it wasn't like Ellana really had any reason to be scared with the life she'd lead) was claws against metal - her spin was fast, too fast for Rocket to get out of view and the Inquisitor took an immediately defensive stance.
"Oi. Don't need to get all spooked lady." The raccoon-like thing spat out at her as he made his way around the garbage can adjacent to where she stood. A soldier's stance, one that was second nature for her. She was a warrior, after all - even though she may have looked like a lithe elf on a good day. She was a warrior. One that had strength and muscle under every inch of her clothing - all of which instantly tensed up. There may have ben magic in her world, but she wasn't keen or used to talking woodland creatures. "Well, shit. Maybe you shouldn't be following me around like a fucking spook then." She spat back at him. Rocket couldn't help but chuckle. Ellana didn't like anything about this but she didn't have much time to think about it - beyond Rocket at the end of the alley, she squinted at two shadows approaching the corner a little too slowly. Unfortunately for her - she didn't have a lot of time to think about what was possibly just her paranoia because a loud crash and shouting erupted at the other end, eliciting a very loud, "Oh hell." From the rodent in front of her.
Shit immediately crossed her mind as she turned quickly once more, just in time to stare down a team of 5 or so far too dubious looking characters approaching them.
OOC INFORMATION
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