November 24, 2016
Another holiday ?"Rhy"Din'seemed to be rich with any and all opportunity for celebration it seemed. It was an interesting thought though rather depressing as he was sure he had been thinking the very same thing a year ago the last time he celebrated this particular holiday. At very least this time he wasn't still fresh from a breakup and rather dour of temperament but that didn't mean he was in any better situation now. He was still alone, still had no family to celebrate with, and was of a peculiar mood given his cripple status that he wished to avoid what few friends he'd made anew or been able to reconnect with since his return. However, rather than shutting himself in as he did last time he instead opted to participate in one (or several) of the many buffets and meal deals going on around the city. " And this was how he found himself at Ran Chan Lee's Oriental Bar and Grill this Thanksgiving morning. Hey, the proprietor assured him the dumplings and Chow Mein had turkey in them! Working through his Moo Goo"Gai"Pan stuffing, Mongolian Beef, Garlic Pork, Crab"Rangoons"with Cranberry sauce, and his second breakfast lager (to even the manly scales on his orange breakfast mimosas from earlier) Mach lazily scrolled through the latest news stories that circulated the talk circles on his phone. One of particular concern to him was the continued rumormongering over the motorcycle accident involving the tycoon and entrepreneur Claire"Farron. He'd had a gift basket of flowers (typical mundane fair), a couple packs of quality markers (for the twins so they could graffiti her casts when she got out), and a bowl of fruit (of a variety of phallic shaped fruit since, you know, jokes) sent to her along with a little get well card. He'd considered visiting in person but then again he had sort of cold clocked one of her private physicians once so there may have been some bad blood there on top of the fact that he was the ex of the sister and an asshole to boot. On top of this he was also fair sure he was done with hospitals for the foreseeable future given personal experiences so yeah, he decided to stay well away. " The other bit of news that caught his concern for an entirely different reason; however, was the fact that some ass hats were organizing a "peaceful protest' to End Human Oppression which struck uncomfortably close to him. The propaganda that he'd read about echoed far too closely to some of the patriotic rhetoric that cropped up during the"Permiatic"War or the bilge that rose in response to the Mage Riots back home in Tang. A lot of intolerance bordering on or blatantly crossing over the lines of bigoted hatred stemming from and propagated by fear " a fear that was the very foundation and founding reason for the hunters" corps which he so belonged. This did not sit well with him at all as a major reason why"Rhy"Din'so appealed to him was its lack of social stratification and casting based off of species or empowerment. Oh sure, it also meant"Rhy"Din was, like, three shakes away from being a social Darwinian anarchy but you can't have it all! And that was the problem with radicalism " there were always a few nuggets of truth to its views no matter how extreme they were twisted. So as depressing a thought as it was he could actually see some of the reason behind this movement, understood it and to a much more moderate stance of things support some of its ideals. There were more than a few reasons why he was still a hunter after all despite how unfitting the role of civil servant seemed to be for him. And some of those reasons were, to a point, that he agreed with some of the more sensible parts of the Hunters mission. " Grumbling bitterly through his Hunan Beef with Coconut Noodles and Green Bean Casserole he continued pursuing the news even as he noted the low rumbling of a herd marching zealously down the cobbled street out front. Rousingly ardent chants rose from the crowd of "End Oppression' and "Stand Together" punctuated by the occasional divisive off calls like "Iron Out the"Fae" or "Full Blood or Spill Blood" echoing along the sleepy corridors of brick and stone buildings. He tried his level best to ignore the rabble, let them pass peaceably by even though they were willfully marching through one of the more species diverse neighborhoods in the docks district. A quaint place with that steeped cultured vibe you usually got from poorer or more yuppie sides of town though it was far too rough and tumble to be so urban yet too nice to be a slum. Maybe they just wanted to spread their message among the humans that lived here 'oppressed' by, he didn't know, seagulls" Less than ideal economic growth' An abundance of lazy people who still had the occasional Halloween decoration up" Or maybe they were here to do exactly what he was hoping against, a pipe dream of hope as shattered as the glass to the hole-in-the-wall eatery he now sat.
Blue eye blue turned to the irregularly shaped piece of stone that tumbled forcefully across the cheap faux wood vinyl flooring, chased after by glistening shards of glass. He watched as the chunk of cobble tumbled inelegantly along, pinballing off a few chair legs followed by those dazzling prisms until finally it skittered to a stop against his boot. His jaw grew taut as he resisted the urge to pick up the stone and throw it right back at the crowd that milled past the front of restaurant. No, instead he picked up the rock and moved to do what was likely the less tactful thing " confront the mob of the offense. " "OI! What fuck"nyuking"idiot chucked this rock!?" Mach wasn't really prone to using his commanding voice all that often but that didn't mean he couldn't when he wanted to. Barking out those words crisply with an authority one learned from drill sergeants or out yelling panicking crowds he turned more than a few heads. The majority of the marches gave him a leery glance as though he was the trouble causer and someone to be cautious of though the rest gave him a sharply critical stare that was observant and judgmental in equal measures. For the most part the parade continued on, most of the crowd growing dismissive of the lone madman yelling at a mob though likely the guilty party and a few of their mates stepped up from the crowd to face him. " "Aye that was me,"ya"got a problem"wit' that?" The fellow looked like some greasy punk with slicked back oil black hair, worn canvas"camo"fatigues, and enough mismatched ink motifs to surpass tasteful to gaudy. They looked the spitting image of the urbanite armchair paramilitary revolution nut; the sort of folks that wanted to look like washed up veterans without any of the post-traumatic stress or debilitating injuries. Flanking this tool were a gaggle of similarly dressed stooges, the group of "yes" men and women looking as though they were going out for a roving game of fake war with pellet guns than some anti-hominin"rally." " It was a look that had the hunter's expression waning, a frown forming as he looked over the lot. "Yeah, dipshit, you hit me with your rock." A little exaggeration as the rock just sort of moseyed on up to him as some adoring pet rather than actually careening headlong into his foot but then the way the young man's expression tilted uncaring, lip hooked in a sneer along with the challenge of their posture set off his own punk tendencies. " "Yeah, well maybe you shouldn't be empowering one of these oppressive things." The contempt all but rolled off the rainbow haired girls tongue as she spat those words laced with vitriol, a few jeers rising up to give vindication to her bigotry. " "Uplift people, not knife ears!" Another jeer worthy sound bite delivered by a fellow who looked far too old to be caught up in such a hullaballoo as they punctuated their words with a threatening brandish of their cane. " The punk grinned lopsidedly, head tilting back cockily as their entourage heckled him. "Think"ya"got"yar"answer to that little complaint there boy-o. Wrong place, wrong time." " Mach felt his jaw clench as he tried to throttle back his temper, prosthetic hand quivering unconsciously in response to a bevy of conflicting muscle commands. From his periphery he saw the eponymous Ran Chan Lee creep out of the kitchen obviously to check on the trouble brewing in the front of their store. Of course that wasn't their real name; that rather being"Ranwynn"Olchana"k" Lee. Ok, he suspected that last bit was just added flavor to try and give the Chinese restaurant owned and ran by some form of gold skinned elf some credibility. It didn't, mind you, but rather just made the gangly fellow seem all the more foppish rather than authentic even if they wore a"gi"and kept their silvery hair up in some semblance a queue. "What, a guy can't enjoy them some thanksgiving breakfast?" " "Ain't"a thing wrong"wit' that less"yar'supportin" some oppressive creatures business, then?" The hooligan shrugged nonchalant as they hooked their thumbs along their belt. " "And how in the hell is this place oppressive to anything" except maybe the local cat population?" Ran shot him a rather foul glare for that crack but hey, humor was always a good thing in tense situations, right' Then again no one typically seemed to laugh at his poor attempts of humor. " "This place is stealing opportunity away from honest people, robbing humans of the chance to thrive!" " Mach rolled his eye, a rather exaggerated motion when you only had one. "He's running a business, you know, like anyone can."Wanna'see him shut down" Then open your own cheap Chinese place and out compete him!" " "That's not the point! It's that one's type that's the problem with our great city! Just look at the" creature" that's been elected governor! There's no way that woman's a human just like the freak before it! " Generalized stupidity tended to just ruffle his feathers, agitate him but left him at least passably cordial. Nasty notions directed at his friends; however, made his blood boil even if the relation was tenuous at best (Katt"hadn't tried to kill him so obviously there was something there" well, not tried to kill him yet anyway' no discounting the future.) The cobble in hand creaked and groaned under the crushing grip of his superhuman prosthetic, the poor, innocent stone taking one for the old ones face. "Careful there friend, some of us voted for that "creature??" Another little lie since his broke ass was still in rehab back in Tang when the election was taking place but then no small part of him was just spoiling for an excuse to jump through that window and set upon the bigoted bastards. " "Wha", like you?" The ringleader spat derisively on the curb, their sneer only growing uglier. "Why in the hells would a red blooded human do that' less"ya"ain't"a human, or are"ya"inta'some real"beastiality'shit." " He felt his smile grow razor thin with teeth and threat as he lifted that right hand pulling the sleeve down some to reveal the gunmetal black carbon fiber and titanium alloy limb. "Mostly human. And don't knock it till you try it, boy-o, they don't call it "chasing tail" for no reason." " The revolt was almost palatable in the face of his darkly salacious grin with more than a few muttered words of derision spreading amongst the growing crowd. It wasn't like this would be the first time he'd ever tangled with an angry mob. On the contrary, he probably had much more experience with such than any sensible person should, including riot police. Of course it was still a pretty stupid idea to be picking a fight so soon after he'd just gotten out of prison for sowing societal discord with a few explosions and kicking a hornet's nest of cultist but then this lot and what they represented really did just tick him off. " "Disgusting trash lover!" " "You're just as guilty as these creatures for the oppression of humans! Traitor! TRAITOR!" " That word caught like embers in a straw pile; angry yells and vitriolic chanting rising as the air nearly crackled with that threat of violence. It was a touch unnerving how quickly the angry horde unified, the speed telling of how spoiling for a fight most of them were in turn. The only thing keeping the tide of unmitigated savagery at bay seemed to be the punk leader who looked like they were flying high on the tumultuous energy, their grin almost Cheshire in quality as they gazed challenging at him. "Careful, friend, ya walkin" a pretty thin line bein" a traitor to yar kind."
Mach's rage boiled at those words. It was bad enough he wasn't really considered human back home but to hear it here" it didn't leave him crestfallen so much as furious. "To my own kind" Listen here you stupid f-!" His words felt like lava on his tongue and were ready to pour out in all their hatred when he felt a sharp tug upon his sleeve, the murderous glare cast on the punk swinging to the slender, golden hand which had a hold of him. The look Ran gave him could only be summarized as downright pleading in nature, their verdant green eyes as expressive as a forehead to floor kowtow for the hunter to stop. It was something his punk side didn't want to hear, the part of him spoiling for a fight sneering against such a complacent attitude " where was their pride" Where was their backbone!"
Then again the elven man was just that " a man. Sure they were an elf and probably had some sort of natural pre-inclination to magics that could crush these stooges" or at very least make their food taste magically delicious; but that didn't change the fact that they were still just a simple business owner. They weren't an adventurer, they weren't a practicing mage, and they certainly weren't some amalgamate monster built for war with a punky attitude to boot! And while the worst he could suffer was perhaps a few scrapes, bruises, and broken bones from this lot; Ran had a lot more on the line as his little angry streak could see the fellows livelihood burnt to the ground.
Taking a deep breath he held it for a few moments, worked it in his lungs to try and put out that fire that burned within his chest. Releasing that hot breath in a sigh he finally released the cobble in his hand, the bitter taste still lingering upon his pallet though at very least he could feel that immediate rage ebbing back as he finally shook his head. ""You know what? Fuck it, this ain't worth it. Sorry, my bad."
His words seemed to take some of the wind out of rabble of trouble rousers that had started to gather at the point of interest while seeming to disgust others. The punk leader seemed to be of the latter camp as his face twisted in disdain. "What, bowin" down ta this creatures will!" Ya ain't human, yar nothin" more than trash like the rest of these things."
Something like that should have set him over the edge, most likely should have seen his fist moving on its own volition to wipe that dirty look of this bastards face. Instead it seemed to strike a darkly humorous chord in the hunter as a he just sniggered at that. "Well shit, if that makes me trash I guess you can call me a jizzed on Kleenex then." He nearly chortled at that self-depreciating thought if only for how accurate it seemed to capture the persona of Mach.
Of course his humor didn't seem to resonate with the ringleader as a flush of stewing blood rushed their features, their lip lifting in a snarl. "Yar fucking disgusting, man. Where's yar pride" Where's ya sense a dignity as a human?"
This warranted a simple shrug from him. "Sorry pal, I don't find much use for pride or dignity."
"See! He's a traitor! A traitor to his kind!"
"Fucking traitor! Worthless trash!"
This wasn't looking very promising as those diehard haters seemed intent to keep whipping themselves to a fury so as to "punish the traitor." Unfortunately he was sure if there was any sort of violence to be had then those who had lost interest would be back in a heartbeat and then things would really swirl down the drain. Another instance where his "act don't think" policy seemed to be coming around to bite him in the ass it seemed. Chewing through his options quickly he cast a sidelong glance Ran's way, giving the elf an apologetic half smile before he looked back to dissidents before him. "Look, how 'bout we let bygones be bygones, yeah' I ain't looking to start no more trouble here." Gloved hand moved in a subtle motion, catching the hem of his coat so as to draw it back revealing the shoulder holster with the hand cannon of a castor held snugly within.
It was a gamble to suddenly show a gun to a mob, the great equalizer that meant that somebodies day was going to be ruined.....that somebodies life may very well end in this bit of rabble rousing. Hopefully no one else would have started today looking for this much trouble and he'd gain an invaluable bargaining chip in these proceedings. Otherwise this move was just giving somebody a green flag to set this powder keg of a situation off by bringing out their own gun to start dispensing 'justice.' That lone cobalt eye gazed out over those few goons that stood with the punk, watching for any itchy hands or sudden movements. The tension was almost choking as that moment dragged on, stretching out as more eyes found his 'call' and decided what hand they had to play at this sudden death game. There were a few looks of shock, a few folks who turned tail and set off to follow quickly after the rest of the parading mob, and a few looks of deeply ingrained hate that went beyond all sense or reason.
One such look of hatred held on the punk's features as they glared from the gun to him, their jaw growing taught as fingers flexed bitterly. He could almost hear the pleading 'don't do it' behind the cold set of rugged features, his head slowly moving side to side as some sort of subliminal signaling for the punk to fold them, to end this situation before someone went home in a body bag. Another second or two would slide glacially by before the younger man sneered at him. "Ya'll get yars trash, just ya wait."
Malicious threat clung to their words that all but dribbled from their sneer, the anger in their gaze as obvious as the reluctance to go headlong into his better hand. He held back his sigh of relief though couldn't help that thin, lopsided smile that curled on his lips. "Oh I'm sure, don't worry." A rather drab observation but then again his eye patch and prosthesis spoke volumes to the truth of that though he was sure the timescale which he would invariably get his was a little overlong for the punks taste.
Staring him down a moment longer the young punk finally let out a snort as he hocked another loogie on the store front before tearing away to catch up with the last stragglers of that mob which had come and gone during that brief but tense interaction. The girl and the older fellow gave him a stink eye too but without the shield of their ringleader were quick to make tracks in pursuit of the thug. Watching as the protesting band headed off he remained on vigil at that broken window enjoying the cool nip of the morning air. He waited until he saw the tail end finally curl off and down the road out of sight before letting out a ragged sigh matched in turn by the elf that stood next to him.
Shifting a look back to Ran he offered the man a mild smile though they didn't look nearly as pleased as he at the disappearance of the mob. It didn't take much imagination to figure why the man may have been pissed. "Look Ran I-"
"No. No you don't." Their words were tired as he drew in and released another heavy breath. "Not as a human, not as....whatever it is you do that obviously isn't set in a community."
The words stung far worse than anything the bigots said and had him reeling back on his defense. "Hey man, I was just standing up for you and your shop!"
The gold skinned fellow just shook their head sadly. "No you weren't. Whatever it was you were standing up for, it wasn't me, it wasn't here. Now" Now this place is going to be targeted by those goons!"
"But....you can't just let them walk over you Ran! If you do then..." Then you end up with a place like where he came from, with monsters like him corralling folks like Ran and dictating to them how to live their lives. They were absolutely right, he hadn't done this for them....at least not fully. "...it doesn't end well."
"This won't end well Mach!" A lean, golden finger was shoved out after the mob and back to the shop, anger rising upon those shallowly angled features. There looked to be more words the man wanted to say to him but he bit them back, swallowing them down bitterly with another tired shake of his head. "Just....just finish your breakfast and go....please." Turning, they headed off once more for the kitchen leaving the hunter with a hard pill to swallow which seemed to kill his appetite.
"I fucking hate holidays..." A tired curse of his own as he moved back to the counter to settle up before he sullenly set off on the rest of his day with more than a few heavy thoughts weighing upon him.
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Another holiday ?"Rhy"Din'seemed to be rich with any and all opportunity for celebration it seemed. It was an interesting thought though rather depressing as he was sure he had been thinking the very same thing a year ago the last time he celebrated this particular holiday. At very least this time he wasn't still fresh from a breakup and rather dour of temperament but that didn't mean he was in any better situation now. He was still alone, still had no family to celebrate with, and was of a peculiar mood given his cripple status that he wished to avoid what few friends he'd made anew or been able to reconnect with since his return. However, rather than shutting himself in as he did last time he instead opted to participate in one (or several) of the many buffets and meal deals going on around the city. " And this was how he found himself at Ran Chan Lee's Oriental Bar and Grill this Thanksgiving morning. Hey, the proprietor assured him the dumplings and Chow Mein had turkey in them! Working through his Moo Goo"Gai"Pan stuffing, Mongolian Beef, Garlic Pork, Crab"Rangoons"with Cranberry sauce, and his second breakfast lager (to even the manly scales on his orange breakfast mimosas from earlier) Mach lazily scrolled through the latest news stories that circulated the talk circles on his phone. One of particular concern to him was the continued rumormongering over the motorcycle accident involving the tycoon and entrepreneur Claire"Farron. He'd had a gift basket of flowers (typical mundane fair), a couple packs of quality markers (for the twins so they could graffiti her casts when she got out), and a bowl of fruit (of a variety of phallic shaped fruit since, you know, jokes) sent to her along with a little get well card. He'd considered visiting in person but then again he had sort of cold clocked one of her private physicians once so there may have been some bad blood there on top of the fact that he was the ex of the sister and an asshole to boot. On top of this he was also fair sure he was done with hospitals for the foreseeable future given personal experiences so yeah, he decided to stay well away. " The other bit of news that caught his concern for an entirely different reason; however, was the fact that some ass hats were organizing a "peaceful protest' to End Human Oppression which struck uncomfortably close to him. The propaganda that he'd read about echoed far too closely to some of the patriotic rhetoric that cropped up during the"Permiatic"War or the bilge that rose in response to the Mage Riots back home in Tang. A lot of intolerance bordering on or blatantly crossing over the lines of bigoted hatred stemming from and propagated by fear " a fear that was the very foundation and founding reason for the hunters" corps which he so belonged. This did not sit well with him at all as a major reason why"Rhy"Din'so appealed to him was its lack of social stratification and casting based off of species or empowerment. Oh sure, it also meant"Rhy"Din was, like, three shakes away from being a social Darwinian anarchy but you can't have it all! And that was the problem with radicalism " there were always a few nuggets of truth to its views no matter how extreme they were twisted. So as depressing a thought as it was he could actually see some of the reason behind this movement, understood it and to a much more moderate stance of things support some of its ideals. There were more than a few reasons why he was still a hunter after all despite how unfitting the role of civil servant seemed to be for him. And some of those reasons were, to a point, that he agreed with some of the more sensible parts of the Hunters mission. " Grumbling bitterly through his Hunan Beef with Coconut Noodles and Green Bean Casserole he continued pursuing the news even as he noted the low rumbling of a herd marching zealously down the cobbled street out front. Rousingly ardent chants rose from the crowd of "End Oppression' and "Stand Together" punctuated by the occasional divisive off calls like "Iron Out the"Fae" or "Full Blood or Spill Blood" echoing along the sleepy corridors of brick and stone buildings. He tried his level best to ignore the rabble, let them pass peaceably by even though they were willfully marching through one of the more species diverse neighborhoods in the docks district. A quaint place with that steeped cultured vibe you usually got from poorer or more yuppie sides of town though it was far too rough and tumble to be so urban yet too nice to be a slum. Maybe they just wanted to spread their message among the humans that lived here 'oppressed' by, he didn't know, seagulls" Less than ideal economic growth' An abundance of lazy people who still had the occasional Halloween decoration up" Or maybe they were here to do exactly what he was hoping against, a pipe dream of hope as shattered as the glass to the hole-in-the-wall eatery he now sat.
Blue eye blue turned to the irregularly shaped piece of stone that tumbled forcefully across the cheap faux wood vinyl flooring, chased after by glistening shards of glass. He watched as the chunk of cobble tumbled inelegantly along, pinballing off a few chair legs followed by those dazzling prisms until finally it skittered to a stop against his boot. His jaw grew taut as he resisted the urge to pick up the stone and throw it right back at the crowd that milled past the front of restaurant. No, instead he picked up the rock and moved to do what was likely the less tactful thing " confront the mob of the offense. " "OI! What fuck"nyuking"idiot chucked this rock!?" Mach wasn't really prone to using his commanding voice all that often but that didn't mean he couldn't when he wanted to. Barking out those words crisply with an authority one learned from drill sergeants or out yelling panicking crowds he turned more than a few heads. The majority of the marches gave him a leery glance as though he was the trouble causer and someone to be cautious of though the rest gave him a sharply critical stare that was observant and judgmental in equal measures. For the most part the parade continued on, most of the crowd growing dismissive of the lone madman yelling at a mob though likely the guilty party and a few of their mates stepped up from the crowd to face him. " "Aye that was me,"ya"got a problem"wit' that?" The fellow looked like some greasy punk with slicked back oil black hair, worn canvas"camo"fatigues, and enough mismatched ink motifs to surpass tasteful to gaudy. They looked the spitting image of the urbanite armchair paramilitary revolution nut; the sort of folks that wanted to look like washed up veterans without any of the post-traumatic stress or debilitating injuries. Flanking this tool were a gaggle of similarly dressed stooges, the group of "yes" men and women looking as though they were going out for a roving game of fake war with pellet guns than some anti-hominin"rally." " It was a look that had the hunter's expression waning, a frown forming as he looked over the lot. "Yeah, dipshit, you hit me with your rock." A little exaggeration as the rock just sort of moseyed on up to him as some adoring pet rather than actually careening headlong into his foot but then the way the young man's expression tilted uncaring, lip hooked in a sneer along with the challenge of their posture set off his own punk tendencies. " "Yeah, well maybe you shouldn't be empowering one of these oppressive things." The contempt all but rolled off the rainbow haired girls tongue as she spat those words laced with vitriol, a few jeers rising up to give vindication to her bigotry. " "Uplift people, not knife ears!" Another jeer worthy sound bite delivered by a fellow who looked far too old to be caught up in such a hullaballoo as they punctuated their words with a threatening brandish of their cane. " The punk grinned lopsidedly, head tilting back cockily as their entourage heckled him. "Think"ya"got"yar"answer to that little complaint there boy-o. Wrong place, wrong time." " Mach felt his jaw clench as he tried to throttle back his temper, prosthetic hand quivering unconsciously in response to a bevy of conflicting muscle commands. From his periphery he saw the eponymous Ran Chan Lee creep out of the kitchen obviously to check on the trouble brewing in the front of their store. Of course that wasn't their real name; that rather being"Ranwynn"Olchana"k" Lee. Ok, he suspected that last bit was just added flavor to try and give the Chinese restaurant owned and ran by some form of gold skinned elf some credibility. It didn't, mind you, but rather just made the gangly fellow seem all the more foppish rather than authentic even if they wore a"gi"and kept their silvery hair up in some semblance a queue. "What, a guy can't enjoy them some thanksgiving breakfast?" " "Ain't"a thing wrong"wit' that less"yar'supportin" some oppressive creatures business, then?" The hooligan shrugged nonchalant as they hooked their thumbs along their belt. " "And how in the hell is this place oppressive to anything" except maybe the local cat population?" Ran shot him a rather foul glare for that crack but hey, humor was always a good thing in tense situations, right' Then again no one typically seemed to laugh at his poor attempts of humor. " "This place is stealing opportunity away from honest people, robbing humans of the chance to thrive!" " Mach rolled his eye, a rather exaggerated motion when you only had one. "He's running a business, you know, like anyone can."Wanna'see him shut down" Then open your own cheap Chinese place and out compete him!" " "That's not the point! It's that one's type that's the problem with our great city! Just look at the" creature" that's been elected governor! There's no way that woman's a human just like the freak before it! " Generalized stupidity tended to just ruffle his feathers, agitate him but left him at least passably cordial. Nasty notions directed at his friends; however, made his blood boil even if the relation was tenuous at best (Katt"hadn't tried to kill him so obviously there was something there" well, not tried to kill him yet anyway' no discounting the future.) The cobble in hand creaked and groaned under the crushing grip of his superhuman prosthetic, the poor, innocent stone taking one for the old ones face. "Careful there friend, some of us voted for that "creature??" Another little lie since his broke ass was still in rehab back in Tang when the election was taking place but then no small part of him was just spoiling for an excuse to jump through that window and set upon the bigoted bastards. " "Wha", like you?" The ringleader spat derisively on the curb, their sneer only growing uglier. "Why in the hells would a red blooded human do that' less"ya"ain't"a human, or are"ya"inta'some real"beastiality'shit." " He felt his smile grow razor thin with teeth and threat as he lifted that right hand pulling the sleeve down some to reveal the gunmetal black carbon fiber and titanium alloy limb. "Mostly human. And don't knock it till you try it, boy-o, they don't call it "chasing tail" for no reason." " The revolt was almost palatable in the face of his darkly salacious grin with more than a few muttered words of derision spreading amongst the growing crowd. It wasn't like this would be the first time he'd ever tangled with an angry mob. On the contrary, he probably had much more experience with such than any sensible person should, including riot police. Of course it was still a pretty stupid idea to be picking a fight so soon after he'd just gotten out of prison for sowing societal discord with a few explosions and kicking a hornet's nest of cultist but then this lot and what they represented really did just tick him off. " "Disgusting trash lover!" " "You're just as guilty as these creatures for the oppression of humans! Traitor! TRAITOR!" " That word caught like embers in a straw pile; angry yells and vitriolic chanting rising as the air nearly crackled with that threat of violence. It was a touch unnerving how quickly the angry horde unified, the speed telling of how spoiling for a fight most of them were in turn. The only thing keeping the tide of unmitigated savagery at bay seemed to be the punk leader who looked like they were flying high on the tumultuous energy, their grin almost Cheshire in quality as they gazed challenging at him. "Careful, friend, ya walkin" a pretty thin line bein" a traitor to yar kind."
Mach's rage boiled at those words. It was bad enough he wasn't really considered human back home but to hear it here" it didn't leave him crestfallen so much as furious. "To my own kind" Listen here you stupid f-!" His words felt like lava on his tongue and were ready to pour out in all their hatred when he felt a sharp tug upon his sleeve, the murderous glare cast on the punk swinging to the slender, golden hand which had a hold of him. The look Ran gave him could only be summarized as downright pleading in nature, their verdant green eyes as expressive as a forehead to floor kowtow for the hunter to stop. It was something his punk side didn't want to hear, the part of him spoiling for a fight sneering against such a complacent attitude " where was their pride" Where was their backbone!"
Then again the elven man was just that " a man. Sure they were an elf and probably had some sort of natural pre-inclination to magics that could crush these stooges" or at very least make their food taste magically delicious; but that didn't change the fact that they were still just a simple business owner. They weren't an adventurer, they weren't a practicing mage, and they certainly weren't some amalgamate monster built for war with a punky attitude to boot! And while the worst he could suffer was perhaps a few scrapes, bruises, and broken bones from this lot; Ran had a lot more on the line as his little angry streak could see the fellows livelihood burnt to the ground.
Taking a deep breath he held it for a few moments, worked it in his lungs to try and put out that fire that burned within his chest. Releasing that hot breath in a sigh he finally released the cobble in his hand, the bitter taste still lingering upon his pallet though at very least he could feel that immediate rage ebbing back as he finally shook his head. ""You know what? Fuck it, this ain't worth it. Sorry, my bad."
His words seemed to take some of the wind out of rabble of trouble rousers that had started to gather at the point of interest while seeming to disgust others. The punk leader seemed to be of the latter camp as his face twisted in disdain. "What, bowin" down ta this creatures will!" Ya ain't human, yar nothin" more than trash like the rest of these things."
Something like that should have set him over the edge, most likely should have seen his fist moving on its own volition to wipe that dirty look of this bastards face. Instead it seemed to strike a darkly humorous chord in the hunter as a he just sniggered at that. "Well shit, if that makes me trash I guess you can call me a jizzed on Kleenex then." He nearly chortled at that self-depreciating thought if only for how accurate it seemed to capture the persona of Mach.
Of course his humor didn't seem to resonate with the ringleader as a flush of stewing blood rushed their features, their lip lifting in a snarl. "Yar fucking disgusting, man. Where's yar pride" Where's ya sense a dignity as a human?"
This warranted a simple shrug from him. "Sorry pal, I don't find much use for pride or dignity."
"See! He's a traitor! A traitor to his kind!"
"Fucking traitor! Worthless trash!"
This wasn't looking very promising as those diehard haters seemed intent to keep whipping themselves to a fury so as to "punish the traitor." Unfortunately he was sure if there was any sort of violence to be had then those who had lost interest would be back in a heartbeat and then things would really swirl down the drain. Another instance where his "act don't think" policy seemed to be coming around to bite him in the ass it seemed. Chewing through his options quickly he cast a sidelong glance Ran's way, giving the elf an apologetic half smile before he looked back to dissidents before him. "Look, how 'bout we let bygones be bygones, yeah' I ain't looking to start no more trouble here." Gloved hand moved in a subtle motion, catching the hem of his coat so as to draw it back revealing the shoulder holster with the hand cannon of a castor held snugly within.
It was a gamble to suddenly show a gun to a mob, the great equalizer that meant that somebodies day was going to be ruined.....that somebodies life may very well end in this bit of rabble rousing. Hopefully no one else would have started today looking for this much trouble and he'd gain an invaluable bargaining chip in these proceedings. Otherwise this move was just giving somebody a green flag to set this powder keg of a situation off by bringing out their own gun to start dispensing 'justice.' That lone cobalt eye gazed out over those few goons that stood with the punk, watching for any itchy hands or sudden movements. The tension was almost choking as that moment dragged on, stretching out as more eyes found his 'call' and decided what hand they had to play at this sudden death game. There were a few looks of shock, a few folks who turned tail and set off to follow quickly after the rest of the parading mob, and a few looks of deeply ingrained hate that went beyond all sense or reason.
One such look of hatred held on the punk's features as they glared from the gun to him, their jaw growing taught as fingers flexed bitterly. He could almost hear the pleading 'don't do it' behind the cold set of rugged features, his head slowly moving side to side as some sort of subliminal signaling for the punk to fold them, to end this situation before someone went home in a body bag. Another second or two would slide glacially by before the younger man sneered at him. "Ya'll get yars trash, just ya wait."
Malicious threat clung to their words that all but dribbled from their sneer, the anger in their gaze as obvious as the reluctance to go headlong into his better hand. He held back his sigh of relief though couldn't help that thin, lopsided smile that curled on his lips. "Oh I'm sure, don't worry." A rather drab observation but then again his eye patch and prosthesis spoke volumes to the truth of that though he was sure the timescale which he would invariably get his was a little overlong for the punks taste.
Staring him down a moment longer the young punk finally let out a snort as he hocked another loogie on the store front before tearing away to catch up with the last stragglers of that mob which had come and gone during that brief but tense interaction. The girl and the older fellow gave him a stink eye too but without the shield of their ringleader were quick to make tracks in pursuit of the thug. Watching as the protesting band headed off he remained on vigil at that broken window enjoying the cool nip of the morning air. He waited until he saw the tail end finally curl off and down the road out of sight before letting out a ragged sigh matched in turn by the elf that stood next to him.
Shifting a look back to Ran he offered the man a mild smile though they didn't look nearly as pleased as he at the disappearance of the mob. It didn't take much imagination to figure why the man may have been pissed. "Look Ran I-"
"No. No you don't." Their words were tired as he drew in and released another heavy breath. "Not as a human, not as....whatever it is you do that obviously isn't set in a community."
The words stung far worse than anything the bigots said and had him reeling back on his defense. "Hey man, I was just standing up for you and your shop!"
The gold skinned fellow just shook their head sadly. "No you weren't. Whatever it was you were standing up for, it wasn't me, it wasn't here. Now" Now this place is going to be targeted by those goons!"
"But....you can't just let them walk over you Ran! If you do then..." Then you end up with a place like where he came from, with monsters like him corralling folks like Ran and dictating to them how to live their lives. They were absolutely right, he hadn't done this for them....at least not fully. "...it doesn't end well."
"This won't end well Mach!" A lean, golden finger was shoved out after the mob and back to the shop, anger rising upon those shallowly angled features. There looked to be more words the man wanted to say to him but he bit them back, swallowing them down bitterly with another tired shake of his head. "Just....just finish your breakfast and go....please." Turning, they headed off once more for the kitchen leaving the hunter with a hard pill to swallow which seemed to kill his appetite.
"I fucking hate holidays..." A tired curse of his own as he moved back to the counter to settle up before he sullenly set off on the rest of his day with more than a few heavy thoughts weighing upon him.
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