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((Trouble on the way))
Santo chose the seat in the corner, so that he may observe his surroundings better. It was a bad habit of his. He had noticed the new comer to the place, but he needn't be weary of her, yet. He didn't want to start enjoying his meal until Amethyst sat down with him if she would ever hurry up. The thief was about ready to head back up until he saw her coming back with her food.
So, Ame sat down and immediately started to chow down on her food. Santo wasn't surprised which he was quite famished as well. He took off his black leather gloves where Ame would be able to see the many scars and knicks on his hands. She might be curious about them, but she might be too into her food at the moment.
Another moment passed and Freya sat at the table right next to them. Maybe she was the curious type. Why would anyone want to sit next to them anyways? They weren't the most pleasant to look at, and now, she was in clear earsite of their conversation. Santo would just have to be a little bit tactful. Ame then was curious enough to want to see his scarred face. He coughed on a burger surprised to hear it but decided to allow it.
"As you wish," he said surprised. Santo dropped his burger and pulled his hood back showing thick, pointed, dark, red hair which slightly overlapped his greyish eyes. His skin was smoothed for a 30 year old and deeply tanned like he was born in New Zealand. A thick, indented 'X' was on his left cheek which seemed to be caused by a sharp blade. Ame would be able to see three distinct claw marks running up the side of his neck. Santo closed his eyes and shook his hair to get the ruffles and hood-head damper out. The thief opened his eyes smiling to look at his partner in crime. "Santo as your service,"
((In Profile as well, especially if you want to see his Blind Rage form. Also updated it if you want to know more about him.))
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Freya wasn't watching Ame and Santo, but it was that very deliberate sort of not-watching that only comes if someone is listening very intently. However, you don't switch your eyes off, even when your ears are working overtime. Which is possibly why she noticed the farmer approaching as the two bank-robbers were having their 'getting-to-know-you' chat.
She held her coffee close to her face, trying to block out Ame's... er... distinctive smell.
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"Ah, good." Ame concluded, glancing first up at Santo, then seeing what he looks like without having to anymore. "It's good to know that you're actually some bastard human man and not some tanuki or vampire or something. I kill non-human human-looking things." She goes back to stuffing herself. And stops. "Bit depressing that you're not diseased or something. Or burned. What's the point of wearing the hood and garbage if there's nothing wrong with you?" She's ignoring the huge, terrible scars. Why is she doing that? It's like Santo's disfiguring scars don't exist to her. Huh... Food for thought.
Meanwhile, I get 10,000 ideas for omakes right now, and barely contain myself long enough to write this post. Let's see how long I last.
Freya Drinks! DRINKS! She doesn't suffer from coffee poisoning or gas! Good news all around!
The farmer comes in with a 'ding' of the door, then looks around. He spots the group of people in the BurgerHut area, but is confuddled. Noone is wearing a hood with their face mysteriously covered in this place (anymore). And there are two women, not one. After a few more seconds of looking in the other areas, he asks out, "Who here owns that thar rubberband truck outside? Quickly, it's an emergency!"
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"Really? You sure? Hmm, I guess you wouldn't understand even if I tried to explain it," he finished looking back down to his food. "But, thanks for the compliment, I guess." He took a few bites of another burger before they were interrupted by someone talking about their truck. The thief knew better than to answer right away. It might be a trap. If the truck was on fire, he could get money elsewhere. Santo was afraid that Ame would say something. If she moved, he would snatch at her snout drawing her close to him giving her a fake kiss. This will hopefully stop her from answering the farmer for the moment. He will try to explain his plan to her.
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Freya looked up from her coffee, towards the farmer who'd just entered.
"Who's asking, friend?" she said, a steely glint in her eye. It was that type of 'friend' that someone uses seconds before they break your arm and make off with your money. "I don't see any emergency happening hereabouts."
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"Yeah, sure, and you- mph mff.. mgh." Ame said as Santo suddenly bound and gagged her with a very decent-sized hand. Due to the fact that she was eating while speaking, the woman suddenly, on reflex, started choking on her food. So While Santo is holding her back from responding to the farmer, Ame is beating her hand on the table and going purple in the face.
When Santo lets her go - to state his plan or otherwise - Ame would be able to pound her chest to get hte food to go down. Then she's swear obscenities about killing Santo at the next stop.
The farmer, meanwhile, could not begin to imagine why he wasn't getting help and, instead, being doubted. He turns to Freya. "My name is Farmer Joe. It's my son's dog, Olde Yipper. He was in a terrible accident." Poor guy looks like he's about to cry. Joe is pouring his soul out at the mistress for help of any kind - preferably hoping that she's the owner of the truck. "My son is crushed! We went immediately to a vet, but the vet said that there was no hope for Olde Yipper. The only thing that could possibly save him is a very large rubberband, which you don't normally find in the backcountry. While driving home on our tracter, we came across this gas station and, it must have been a sign from God in Heaven, there was a rubber band truck parked here. Please, Please Help me! If there's a chance we could save Olde Yipper, we're willing to take it." He got to his knees and grovelled.
"What is it?" Ame glared angrily at Santo, once he presumably lets her go. Completely ignoring the story do to her near-death choking experience.
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"It is a trap. Try to keep a low key. I'll take care of this," he said standing up making himself known. He knew he had to sway this person from the truck, and Ame would just destroy the whole place causing more attention toward the couple. Tact was in need here. Even if he was someone shady, there were ways to handle that situation.
"Sir, sadly, we are out of rubberbands of that size. Actually, we sold our last box down the road. We unfortunately didn't have any large ones to begin with. I'm deeply sorry for your loss, sir," he explained keeping one hand behind his back out of view of everyone. He figured it was a trap, yet if it wasn't the better for them.
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"What he said," Freya thumbed over at Santo. "We seem to be fresh out of really large rubber bands in this part of town."
There's something about the tone of her voice that might suggest to Santo (if he's feeling intuitive) that she knew something of the true contents of the truck.
"I'm terribly sorry about your dog, sir. I really wish there was something we could do to help."
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He didn't like it when Freya intervened in the conversation. Also, a deep gutted feeling of her knowing something she shouldn't have known gave him a feeling that she was trouble. She couldn't have known anything unless she was with them the entire time which wasn't likely unless she was in the large box in the truck the whole time. Or she's been tailing us the whole way which was more unlikely. The thief's grip behind his back tightened as he looked at her with a calm look.
"Our condolences, sir," he said turning back to the old farmer.
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"But But..." The farmer sputtered.
Ame glances from this other woman and back to Santo. She's trying to put two and two together here. After all, this other person wasn't riding with them two seconds ago and wasn't there at the bank. How on earth did she know that the truck had no rubberbands? Did she look? Where was the truck now?! Oh, whew, it's still parked outside that window over there. So why did she answer this weird farmer guy? ... Was she in cahoots with Santo?
That must've been it, thought Ame, Santo knew this other woman. This was all staged from the beginning: Amethysts robs bank, Santo takes her to a remote location where his accomplice is, they ambush Ame and take all her money. Damned be it all she wasn't going to let that happen.
Midway through eating a burger and towards the end of contemplating all this, Amethyst pulls a dagger out of her robes and points it at Santo. "Do you know her?" She gestured over her shoulder at Freya with her other hand. "What the [censored] is this all about?"
"Daddy?" A boy went into the gas station. He was the most dusgustingly cute boy you are ever going to see in the entirety of this thread. Has blond hair with curled locks, large, blue eyes, around the age of 5, and every manerism about him screams 'I am the cutest child in the universe.' In his arms is a puppy of some variety. By far the cutest puppy you would ever see. Ears reminiscent of a German Shepherd, large deep blue eyes, short fur, waggly tail. If you had a choice between this dog and any about to be thrown off a bridge, you would more than likely adopt this dog. And the sad reality of this paragraph, the clincher. "Is Yipper gunna be alright?" Is that the puppy is dieing. And the only thing that stands between it and this horrid death is a single over-sized rubberband in that truck outside.
How heartless and cruel can you be, guys?
The farmer, somehow not taking Santo's suggestion about going down the street to get the rubberband (Maybe he stepped right through that deck of cards due to the fact that he lives in the area and knows all current events of the neighbors from plumbing problems to deliveries. Yeah, I think I'll go with that excuse since I'm too lazy to come up with a better one.) hangs his head in a huge bout of defeat, and turns to look at his boy with the most apologetic, heart-felt, hurt look imaginable.
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Things go from worse to worser as Ame suspects foul play on his part. As she pulls her dagger, Santo knew better than to put his hands up. That was the last stance against any assailant. He kept his hands to his side except for the one pointing at Freya. If he had to move, he would to defend himself.
"I don't know who this woman is. Now, is not the time to be suspicious. We need to get out of here," the thief said as he turned back to face the farmer and the....boy who just happened to show up. He did have the time and patience for them if he was alone, yet he has a misguided lunatic and an unknown possible con artist on his hands. Santo was cold as he simply said sorry again to the boy.
((Don't forget, Santo is a con artist. No emotion when he deems so))
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"Suspicious!? I'll show you suspicious!" Ame wasn't yelling, but she sure was growling pronouncively through her teeth and she waved the dagger - yet unseen by the farmer and his kid, along with Biff the cashier. She glanced at Freya behind her angrilly, then back at Santo a second time. Finally she stabbed the dagger into the table (which was a feat since the table in particular was a hard plastic/metal/wood mix of materials) right in the center of the painted-on BurgerHut's mascot's happy head. Not that McHappy, the said mascot, minded since he had four other tables to populate the surface of. Her litter covered the table. She ate almost everything she ordered.
The woman got up, turned past the two, and started to walk off. "I'm going to the carriage." She muttered pissoffedly. As the woman started to leave, she passed the farmer, his kid, and pet the dieing puppy, before kicking open the gas station door and trudging out. If the door didn't' have an air seal to it, she probably would have slammed it closed to make a point. Sadly, the door slowly swung back into its own position with a polite 'ding'.
(Where's Freya? We're falling behind!)
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"Ame?! Wait up!" he yelled pulling the dagger from the table which took a little effort, yet it was jarred out just the same. Santo hid it in his sleeve. He paid no attention to Freya, the farmer, his boy and dog. There was nothing else he could do for them. Death was a growing step in every boy's life, and he would learn it like everyone else.
The thief trudged out the door after Ame. "Hey, come back here," he yelled again reaching for her shoulder possibly swinging her around toward his direction. He held the knife by the blade with two fingers holding it toward her. "Good job getting us out of there. We need to leave, now," Santo smiled finished and walked to the truck unless she stopped him to interrogate. If not, he would start the engine about to pull out of the gas station.
((Figured we'd let Freya post to see what she is going to do, hopefully soon if our plan is going to be fulfilled or not))
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(don't worry, Freya can catch up easy with what I've got planned.)
Ame didn't wait up. She continued her trudge towards the truck (carriage), even after the boy inside the gas station building started bawling. No, the puppy didn't die, but he did feel absolute despair. Amethyst didn't go back to Santo either, stomping onward to whichever disaster she chose to cause next. It was when Santo grabbed her shoulder, pulled, and swung her around that she paid attention. If her eyes could blaze red, they would now. She thwacked his arm aside and ripped her dagger from his hand, putting it back into some random robe pocket. "Don't touch that shoulder." She demanded out of nowhere, turning away from him towards the rubberband truck. She kicked the door and it popped open. She stepped inside it and slammed the door beside her. The door cried in response.
Santo presumably gets in and starts the truck back up. It made a strange sound, a low hiss. And when they started driving, the entire truck reverberated in a shriek howl. Something was wrong. Oh, and look, out the new drivers side mirror, one of the money bags just fell out the back. It hit the ground a few times solidly, then poofed in green dye.
The woman glanced at the truck and hit the dashboard (lotta good that'll do). "The [censored] is wrong with this thing? Is it sick? And [bag of money makes a thump as it falls out] What the [censored] was that?!"
Sadly, they didn't get far from the station before this happened.
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((Eheh... sorry about that. Deadline week and Britt hogging the internet took their toll on my posting ability. Back now, though, with all work done and dusted.  ))
Freya arose from her table, having downed her coffee (well, apart from the gritty bits at the bottom). She patted the boy's arm absently as she passed.
"I'm really sorry," she sais to the farmer, with a shake of her head. "They were so rude, weren't they?"
With that, she's out the door and on the trail of the truck, short though it may be. When she caught up with the hissing, whining (smoking? there should probably be dramatic smoke at some point)truck, she studied it for a moment, paying partiular interest to the money bag that had just plopped to the floor. She folded her arms, and waited for someone to realise there was a problem.
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Santo was used to getting yelled at by Ame, so he just shrugged it off and climbed into the truck. It started with no problems until he barely moves out of the station. Sputtering like a juice box empty, it eventually stalls, whines, and hisses. He also hears one of the bags of money fall out of the back which turned his eyes to see it flop onto the ground.
"I don't know what it wrong. I just know how to jumpstart these things if I don't have a key. Bag fell out," he said opening the door to attrieve the lost money. When he had reached the rear doors, he remembers that he did, in fact, lock them before going into the shop. Santo finally notices Freya standing with arms folded hovering over the bag wanting to know answers.
"Ame, GET OUT HERE," he yells through the open doors of the rear of the truck hoping she would hear him.
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There comes a time in every GMs dreadful task that they do something wrong. The last post written by Amethyst was no exception. Little did I know that by stating that a car makes noise would I be leaving out so many other fresh details that honestly should've been there. Details such as, 'What was Santo going to notice outside of noises?' And 'Should I describe something along the lines of how the bag of money fell out the back?' Honestly, I should've also considered what Freya may have seen should she have woken up and started posting again.
Alas, I did not, and this leaves the thread at a delema of misconstrewed questions and assumptions. Now I need to take out more time than usual in this post to fix this.
First off, and most importantly, there was just noise. The truck didn't stall and the only reason Santo had for stopping it was the fact that a money bag popped out the back. None of the gauges on the dashboard indicated anything amiss, there was no steam, there was no abnormal feeling under the pedals nor steering wheel. There was only a noise.
The noise, it turns out, could only be heard from close vicinity to the truck. It wasn't squealing noises for 10 blocks or anything.
As Freya leaves the building, could see the once closed and lock back door to the truck was partially ajar. Inside there were money bags, plainly seen through the large $$$ symbols on each one. One of the bags fell and hit the ground, poofing in green dye. There could have been more in the truck, but since the door was only partially open it was too dark to see further inside. The truck was also facing towards the setting sun and that did nothing to help lift any shadows that the partially lifted back truck door was already hiding.
You two are more than welcome to change your posts, editing or posting a revised version in your reply, but you don't have to.
Santo gets out, Santo reaches the rear doors, and Santo sees Freya. As Ame steps out of the passangers side, Santo screams out to her to run. RUN AWAY AME!!! Almost on instinct, the wanted woman starts fleeing without question.
At the end of Santo's warning, a large sack of fluff and needles lunges from the truck into his face, thus muffling anything else he may want to say. Freya is going to see this, and the fluff from afar looks rather small. It's a head-sized fluff ball. As the thing attaches to Santo's face, Santo has many choices. Some of these will lead in instantenous death, so I may as well clear them now:
1. Do not stab said fluff thing.
2. Do not attempt to lob pieces off of the fluff thing with sharp instrument.
3. Do not kill fluff.
Anything else you're welcome to attempt. Either way, it's instantly clear that this is what was causing the noise, as it still is. And now that it's free from the truck, its plethora of noises echo out over the farmland as a beacon of sorts of curious eyes.
Ame stops running. "Wait a second." She turns around to face the truck. "Why am I running!?" Then she sees it. Something is attacking Santo, and Freya is in the area. Immediately the woman unsheaths her two-handed sword and starts charging back.
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"Your... uh... 'rubberbands' seem to be escaping," Freya said as she strolled right up to the stopped truck, quite calmly, considering Santo had a fluff thing now attached to his face. "But at the moment I'd say that was the least of your problems. I don't suppose it's breathable in there?"
She watched Ame approaching with the same calm demeanour, placing her hands on her hips, a smirk of mild amusement on her face.
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((OOC - No need to edit. I've made worse mistakes as a GM. I'll keep things as they are))
Santo immediately panicked when the fluff ball attached to his head. His warning might've been heard. he couldn't tell since his vision was skewed as well. Hearing and seeing nothing didn't help the fact that he couldn't breathe either. Attempting to pull off the fluff thing felt futile. Even trying to lodge his hands through the gaps didn't seem to help.
Now, he couldn't breathe since the fluff thing cut off all the oxygen from his mouth and nose. With things becoming harder to breathe, his consciousness was starting to dwindle. His motor functions were failing while his legs started to give way. Santo felt weak and nearly collapsed to the ground still trying to pull the fluff thing off his head.
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Ya know, for a while there I was going to post wondering why neither of you simply didn't go off posting without me. I mean, that's kinda what I've been doing all this time, what with being the thread maker and all. But then I came to slowly realize that there wasn't much Santo could do with a large object of fuzz cluttering up his vision... Oh well.
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Santo as of this moment is suffocating under warm fluff. As his last moments of breath escape him the thing detaches from his face and jumps over his head for extra measure, landing between him and Freya. It was on the bag of money, very fluffy. It was a cat; a tabby, one very similar to the cat that once guarded the bank back at Giddyham. Bloody well, it was the same cat. It, or rather He, stuck his claws in the bag of dropped, green cash and continued to hiss, spit, and growl. This left Santo with a face full of bloody hardcore scratches at each corner of his face and a while to consider what happened. Go on, consider.
This particular assault cat didn't appear too upset by Freya, or even took much notice of Freya's presence. It was a cat's mode of life to: a. accept anything that happens as logical and consistent with everyday life, b. freeze and consider the options when A goes to [censored], and c. take immediate and decisive action to correct what happened that made A no longer plausible in the first place. This, to the cat, meant live positively at a bank for an n'th amount of years, get attacked and hide in a dark, enclosed space for n'th amount of time until things blow over, and eventually find that things weren't blowing over but driving away with him. Thus, when he was finally freed, the cat took action against the second attacker he first witnessed, in the logical conclusion that doing so would immediately place him back in the bank.
Sadly this didn't happen as successfully as the cat once thought, so he did was came second best, let go of Santo, and took to the defiled bag of money on the road as the closest thing to a bank that he could get.
No, Freya wasn't out of the woods on this one. Here comes Ame, swinging her ridiculously long sword and initiating an attack against the opposing woman - who obviously must've just attacked Santo. "RAH!" Upon reaching Freya, she would swing her two-handed Japanese sword horizontally in some attempt to lop Freya in half presumably. She's fact, she's strong, let's see what happens!
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((Ahhh, Ame cares for Santo by killing whoever is proceeded to harms him...It is quite amusing))
Just at the brink of passing out, Santo could breathe again. He sucked in as much air as he possibly could. Already on his hands and knees, the thief looked around for the thing that was attached to his face. A blurred vision with spotted colors were all he could see.
However, once he recovered (however long that took), he saw the green bag laying there with a furry thing on top. It didn't don on him to notice it was the same tabby cat from the bank. Being a lover of pets, he couldn't find it in him to cause any additional harm, but he still felt pretty pissed off to kick it or throw it across the county.
Santo got back onto his feet feeling his face which stung and bled from the cat's sharp claws. He had enough of getting scars and proceeded to try to punt the tabby across the street.
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Freya found herself faced with three options, two of which didn't involve being chopped in half. While it quite probably wouldn't kill her, she didn't fancy the reattaching process, so that narrowed the choices down.
((from here on it's all attempted, I just cba writing in conditional tense))
She jumped (presuming Ame's sword was coming in too low to duck) over the whistling blade, faster than Ame would be able to see, and certainly too fast to change the momentum of the blade. She landed lightly beside Ame, as the sword carried on swinging in the other direction.
"It's not my cat, you know," she said levelly.
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"Dammit!" The green-robed woman swore (probably in a more cencored sense than simply 'dammit', but let's not get into that) as she obviously misjudged the speed of Freya. Even then, Freya should be marginally aware of the fact that Amethyst - a mere human - was pretty damned fast for someone wielding a long sword like that. Whilst Freya popped off the ground, missed the sword, and landed presumably behind Ame, she had just enough time to state the solid fact concerning her ownership to a certain feline before Ame used her momentum on the swing to arc it completely in a circle around her to attack Freya yet again. Even if Freya was a step or five back, the 3+ ft long blade and 1.5 ft handle coupled with Amethyst's long arms and sharp reflexes still made it a formidable attack. This was made even more dangerous by the solid fact that the continued swing was made faster in said gathered momentum.
While attacking, "What Cat!?" was blurted out. Mind you, she's still attacking while saying this.
The cat, on the by, is first staring intensely at Santo - for staring hard enough at something that caused the comfortable world of acceptance to crumble would most definitely make it go away. The begrudged human male with the new blood-smeared tribal cat-claw design on his face didn't go away. This failed, the animal bawked in surprise and promptly went to plan 2 (avoid kitty punt) by bounding back a handful of feet in random backward-jumping spurts, kicking up hundred dollar bills in his wake. He kept up his clawed and fluffy attack demeanor until it was surely by now not working against Santo any longer, then he veered around back towards the darkness of the truck. Should he get there, should Santo not use some clever technique to catch him, he's bound back to that faux saftey, hiding all but his long, poofed tail in the truck's dark interior.
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As Santo missed which didn't surprise him, he makes chase trying to catch the feline only to have it bound back into the truck. He wasn't going to be stupid enough to go in after it though. Instead, he will tend to him later as he slams the back doors shut. The thief went ahead and closed the passenger and driver's side doors as well if they weren't already.
Looking back, he sees Ame assaulting Freya for some reason. Maybe she owned the cat or intimidated Ame in some miniscule fashion. He didn't think it would take much to piss off the woman, but he was curious as he watched the battle commence. Santo didn't think to intervene...just yet.
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Freya, with a tut and a flick of her hair, leapt over the blade again, a little sick of playing at being a pogo stick. She landed with a bit more prudence than the last time, out of range of Ame, should she spin again.
"The cat that just attacked your friend," she called. "That cat."
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