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The Savior: A man of calm nature and kindness, one who would risk his life to save another, a being of peace and tranquility, a man who was angry in another life but had sought to atone for his sins.
Here he stood on the streets of England, looking up at the sky as he closed his eyes and listened to the soft sounds of the world. He opened them as he put on his shades and then his hands into the pockets of his black suit pants. He walked calmly down the street, his head lowered. He remained silent with his footsteps, walking in a dark but causal manner. The Savior had not known, that he would soon have a date with fate.
Oracle watched from the roof tops trying to find the group a new mark, she saw him a reasonable tall fellow, she followed him from her spots on the roof tops, jumping as needed. When she finally deciding this guys was their mark Oracle put her fingers to her lips she let out a low whistle before pointing to the guy down below.
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
The Savior stopped as his ears picked up the sound of a low whistle. He took his hands out of his pockets and put them at his sides. He slowly turned his head cautiously as he got in a stance, flexing his fingers. "I don't want to hurt you......" The Savior said in a calm voice, "Show yourself, I mean you no harm." The Savior removed his shades, placing them in a pocket inside his suit.
It wasn’t as though the twenty-three year old had much to lose. Sure, sure. There was always the small matter of his life, but what was life without a bit of fun? Boring, that’s what it was! So Rio liked to hang around with what he considered his three best friends. Well, they were his only friends, so he figured they were ‘best’ by default. He’d been around them for two years and, while they didn’t know much about his past and he didn’t know much about theirs, it was a comfortable arrangement because they knew they could at least count on each other to get ’em out of a corner.
And, sometimes, they liked to have fun. Sometimes. Unfortunately, the only way they could have fun was to drag unsuspecting victims into their ploys. Most of the time it was Rio charming some old rich woman while Oracle or Raya took her wallet. If they were caught, Rio would immediately leap to the defense and begin ‘chasing’ the girl down the street demanding that they return the stolen goods. Once they rounded a corner, they’d burst into giggles and high-five each member of their little group. It was a fun game, and they had mastered it. Other times, Chamistala (Rio called her Tale, mainly, although he was sure didn’t like it) or Raya would turn into a kitten and distract with their cute while Oracle and Rio robbed the victims blind.
It was fun, and it wasn’t as though Rio had much to lose.
He was sitting cross-legged on top of a dumpster, waiting rather impatiently as Oracle figured out which passerby to get. He finally heard the low whistle, and he looked up sharply at him, an impish grin on his face as she pointed down. He grinned and made his move, hurrying forwards.
“I don’t want to hurt you,” the man said calmly. Rio scoffed. As if could. He’d spent his entire childhood fighting. It was second nature to him. “Show yourself, I mean you no harm.” He walked up to the back of the man.
“Oh good!” the Frenchman said cheerfully, poking the stranger in the back. “You’re just in time.” He gave the man a dimpled grin, his bright green eyes staring up innocently at him. “But you’re just out of time, too. Come on, come on!” he said, turning on his heel and running down the alley. He paused at the beginning of it and turned around. “You know, you really might want to be more careful about where you wander.”
With a bow and a cheeky wink, Rio turned and sprinted down the alley. Whether the stranger followed or stayed, he’d done his job.
The Savior hesitated for a moment, he then said, "Wait!" He then ran after the boy. Slowing down time briefly he scaled the walls of buildings and leapt across rooftops in order to catch up to Rio. He jumped down and went into a roll, breaking his fall. He turned a corner as he lost sight of Rio. The Savior looked around for him, trying to see where he had gone.
Hearing the whistle, then the voices of her good friend Rio, and their target. Basically told the red haired half-morph to get ready. So there she was waiting for Rio to run past as she got her slingshot ready.
The ammo, the four of them had agreed on using was water-ballons. Pacifically, water-balloons filled with a mixture of caramel sauce and marshmallow filling. It was perfect, she had two of these sticky balloons ready to be fired on any unsuspecting target.
Raya was hiding behind the side of a dumpster, placing one of the two balloons in the slingshot holder. Stretching it back only half way, just to get a feel for her so called weapon of choice. A cheshire grin growing on her face as she heard footsteps.
When out of what seemed like no where, a man fell down, rolled and turned a corner before stopping. You've got to be kidding! This was who she was aiming at?! Ah well.
She pulled the slingshot all the way back, as she had to move more to the middle of the alley. As soon as she saw sight of the man's suit, she took aim just a little above his suit, and let go of the rubber. Watching as the caramel/marshmallow filled water balloon flew, loading the second one as she did, then...
Splat[/b]
It hit the back of his suit, caramel sauce and marshmallow mixture that had splattered and now dripped down his suit.
"Whoops. Meant to cover more than that." Raya explained, as she let the other one loose. This one didn't even hit the target, more like the hard cement alleyway near him. "Gotta run."
The Savior stumbled slightly as he was hit with the balloon, "What the....." He looked down at his suit and saw that it had caramel and marshmallow all over it, "Great!!! Looks like I'll need to change," The Savior then walked down the alleyway as he pulled out his Sonic Screwdriver. He used it to unlock a door on his right. A buzzing noise was heard as the tip of the Screwdriver glowed a bluish-green. Stepping into the door, he had found his TARDIS as he entered it. Once inside, he went up to the Console as he pressed several buttons and switches, and finally pulled the lever. The green TARDIS made a wheezing noise as it then de-materialized and was gone.
Chamistala heard a low whistle, and with a twitch of her ear, she opened on eye and viewed her immediate surroundings. Stretching, she let her claws dig into the material of the roof she was on, and leapt off, on her way to her little glowstick. An odd sound reached her ears, and her fur tingled. Ooooooou! Something's up!! With a smile she took off in the opposite direction running as fast as she could over the rooftops, she reached the sound just in time to see a green box, more or less, dissolve into thin air. "Oh, Gloooooowstiiiiiick!" Chamistala yowled, knowing it was just coming out as loud and obnoxious meows, but not really caring. "Hey guys, we have a development! Oooooh, ARGH! I'm on my way!" Chamistala started back in the direction of her friends, leaping off the rooftops, and changing back into her human form just as she reached them. Scraping the heel of her black stilletoes on the pavement, she flourished her ears, sticking up from her medium brown hair, and tail, sticking out of a well hidden slit in the back of her black mini-dress. "Guys! Guys! Glowstick! Saw...back there...box...green...it...gone...I... WHAT?! She begins to try to relate the events she had just seen to the group, but that was really all she could get out, her ears and tail twitching uncontrollably. She takes a deep breath and shakes her herself, momentarily forgetting that she was in human form. She brings the back of her left hand up to her mouth and licks, looks at it briefly, and wipes it on Oracle's sleeve. Trying to calm herself down, she looks to the ground. "Please explain. I've only had 19 hours of sleep today and thinking huuurts."
Oracle followed from her spots on the rooftops making sure nothing happened to Rio, she skidded to a stop and dove behind something when their mark jumped up to the roofs to follow Rio just so she wasn’t seen, trying to stay as low as she could and still see what’s going on Oracle continued to follow.
When the guy jumped from the roof into the alley Oracle ran over to the side of the roof, looking down and waiting for her cue, watching as Raya nailed one of the balloons on the back of the guy’s suit and the other hit the wall “Dang it Raya, I told you to work on your aim.” Oracle pulled her own slingshot out and loaded it up with her own balloon, it was taking her a second to line it up, and then she heard it the buzz from his sonic screwdriver as he summoned his TARDIS.
Damn, a Timelord would have a good haul if she could just, she was to late the guy stepped into his TARDIS “Damn,” out of frustration Oracle loosed one of the balloons at where the TARDIS used to be. Before calling the abort whistle and heading down to the alleyway.
As she descended the building she heard Chamistalas very familiar confused meow, dropping to the street she started walking towards we’re her friends would be "Guys! Guys! Glowstick! Saw...back there...box...green...it...gone...I... WHAT?!” Oracle slowly raised her hand and slowly lowered it back down as Chamistala came over “Calm, the green box was a TARDIS, and apparently the guy we had as a mark was a Timelord.” Oracle watched as Chamistala took a breath and started to calm herself down, she started to say something to Raya and Rio about since she had picked the mark and it failed she’d get them money/food but Chamistala wiped the back of her hand on Oracles jacket after she licked her hand, shuddering a little “Ewwwwwwww.”
“I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be.” ― Douglas Adams
Holy Mother, this guy was kinda fast, wasn’t he? Normally Rio could do a half-hearted jog and lose the people chasing him, but he had to resort to out-right running to get the guy off his back, and even then Rio was almost certain he’d only been able to escape because of his advantage of knowing the city like the back of his hand. He held his rosary, murmuring a prayer as he perched on top of building and watched the scene below him take place. Raya hit him squarely in the back with the marshmallows, and Rio tried to dump the whipped cream concoction on him, but the man had already taken off.
Rio frowned, leaping from his position and running after him. Where was he trying to go? He descended down into the alleyway, landing rather roughly on his feet. He winced as pain shot through his foot, but he ignored it and followed. The man slipped inside a green box and took off. Wait…
Wait, what?
“Calm, the green box was a TARDIS, and apparently the guy we had as a mark was a Timelord.”
“A Time what?” Rio demanded, looking at Oracle with a raised eyebrow. “And what is a Tear-Dis?” he asked, pouting from confusion. He giggled as Chamistala licked the back of her hand and wiped it on Oracle’s sleeves. “Nice one, Furball.”
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