Topic: The Night Patrol

Issy

Date: 2006-08-06 19:47 EST
Patrol in the West End.

It was something they did every once in a while. It wasn't difficult to feel like they were doing some good; breaking up fights, aiding some poor girl who'd had too much to drink and was being pulled into an alley. Usually things got a little messy when Club Blue let out around 2 am, but there was always plenty to take care of before that.

Isuelt, Trixie, Jenai, and Umrae'diira were moving through the broken-down and built-up abodes, alike. Even in the darkening light of the late evening, the people of the West End had come to recognize the crimson-sashed women. And those who had reason to welcome them, often did. Those who had cause to fear them, well....they always did.

Trixie McAllister

Date: 2006-08-06 22:23 EST
It'd been a while and the hunting/patrolling session was beginning to wind down. Club Blue had let out with a drunken rush, but it was chill enough now to let the other sisters handle it.

Trixie, Issy, Jenai, and Rae moved on to the Broken Horseshoe Inn, where a room was waiting for them under the name "H.R. Pufnstuf". Yep, Trix had ordered ahead. The plan was to doze here for the night so they could get an early start on the area in the morning. They didn't stop for drinks, and they didn't really converse on the way to or inside the foreign, but seemingly friendly, building. They were all kind of exhausted from the weeks of assignments and occasional threats. Plus, if they got all riled up again, they'd NEVER get up in the morning.

The tavern portion of the establishment was small, not taking up as much room as the one in the Red Dragon, and the girls had little trouble shouldering their way through the crowd to pick up their room key. Most eyes were on them, the four warrior babes, as they lingered just a second longer to scan the area. No one had tailed. No danger.

In silence (well, except for a few grunts of this or that), the sisters trudged up the steps. In the same quiet fashion, they went single-file into their cozy room, each sister immediately moving to one of the four beds offering some snuggle space.

They mumbled goodnights to one another and then there was darkness and calm. The four beds, now occupied, were still.

Issy

Date: 2006-08-11 01:16 EST
Seemingly sequestered in their room at the Broken Horseshoe, Isuelt, Jenai, Trixie and Umrae'diira sat, weapons in hand. They had waited....watched....and waited until it was nearly certain that what they had planned on would not occur. Trixie's sharply disappointed snarl after a few moments on the comlink revealed that their assertions were well-founded.

The Scathachians nearly ached with a hunger for blood that seemed would not be satisfied this night.

This Pidane character would be slippery, but fools often were. And if one thing were certain, it was that fools, elusive as they may think themselves, always slipped up sooner or later.

And the Judges would be watching the Nightblades ever so carefully, waiting for one little slip. After all....that was all they would need to bring an end to "Nightfall."