Mar 22 20:20:00 107 PA - The Dregs

From Chronicles

Bailey has found herself a perch of sorts to observe the comings and goings of people in the early evening. Squatting on a long abandoned planter set off of a low halfwall near a building, She seems content at the moment, resting her elbows on her knees as she lazily passes the time.

At the moment Zyvis is making his way through the Dregs, looking for... something. He doesn't seem to be looking at the ground so much as the rooftops as if he were looking for something in particular. He sniffs the air every now and again, having his helmet off and tucked to his side but then he frowns, "Fuck. Lost it." As he heads further into this section of streets and whatnot it's fairly easy to pick up the sense of another psi-stalker though, and thus it is no real surprise when his gaze drops from the roof-tops and he looks directly at Bailey once he comes into range of sensing her. He cocks an eyebrow (as if he had one) upwards and tilts his head to the side curiously.

Bailey smiles as she catches Zyvis' eye and she meets his gaze, leaning back against the wall as she looks him over, studying his armour briefly while she cleans her teeth with her tongue. Her eyes flicker up towards a low apartment across the way briefly, before looking back to the other stalker.

A half-smile curls Zyvis' lips and he flicks his gaze to where she did without really turning or indicating he looked in that direction (Unless of course it's directly behind him or something). After that momentary glance he starts to walk over towards Bailey, "You, are a sight for sore eyes." He says with a wry amused smile. "Was starting to feel like I was all alone in this city."

Bailey watches Zyvis as he walks over. His statement brings a chuckle and she shakes her head, "Oh, we're not so rare around here. I spotted a few others working with the militia just outside of town." She cants her head to one side, "Are you on the hunt?" she asks, noting the armour that the man wears.

"Was." Zyvis says with a shrug, "Lost the scent. It's faster than I thought or there's to much interference." he clucks his tongue against the roof of his mouth. "Wasn't my original target... now -that- is one elusive beasty." He admits with a smile, "Only a matter of time though." He looks back to the rooftop for a moment then looks back to the other stalker. "You're the first one of us I've met since coming to this place. Not that I am that surprised, better hunting away from here."

Bailey smiles and nods her head, "That's true. I don't think hunting in the city is good mojo. Unless of course you're wired in with the police." She shrugs her shoulders, her leathers creaking a bit as she gets up to hop down to the sidewalk level. "Unless of course, you're hunting locals on the sly?" she teases, one painted eyebrow arching as she gives Zyvis a look.

Zyvis grins unabashedly at her comments, "If I were, wouldn't be a smart thing to mention would it. Not here anyways." He looks back to the rooftops, "This real nasty critter escaped the Arena a bit back before I arrived. It can turn invisible, is fast and mean, wasted a juicer in a heartbeat. I want it. I want to taste that." He looks back down to her, "You want in?"

"Well, I did just watch a tastey knock down drag-em-out between a Mommie and a borg," she licks her lips like she'd just had a delicious meal. "But dessert might be a good idea." She unzips her leather jacket and draws out her pistol, checking it's status before looking up to Zyvis. "What direction was it going? We could get a pattern set up and flush it towards the other."

"I don't think this thing flushes. It's a born predator, just like we are. It doesn't run, it fights, kills, and eats." Zyvis says with a chuckle, "And... worse yet, I haven't even gotten a bead on it. Had a local tell me to check out the junk yard but, that's where the gangs are thickest. Was probably a trap." He says with a shrug, "Still, for all I know it could be there." He then tilts his head to the side, "Can you see the invisible?"

Bailey chuckles and shakes her head, "Nope, that's why they call it 'invisible,'" She kids and looks one way, then the other. "Which way's the junk yard?" she asks. Then adds, "Is it a flesh eater? Blood drinker, or all of the above?"

"Well, that's going to make it tricky." Zyvis says with a bit of a frown, "Thing can stay invisible even while attacking if what I was told is true. Might be, might not be. I know it can stay invisible at least until the moment it strikes. Only way I figure it nailed that Juicer so quick. Was hoping you could see invisible too, then maybe we could both spring it." He nods his head to the south east, "Junkyards that way I think."

Bailey nods her head, "That would stand to reason," she agrees, thinking. "There should be a way to make it visible." Another moment as she begins walking alongside Zyvis. "Got any bright orange Spraypaint?" she asks, then chuckles. "Or a bedsheet?"

Zyvis laughs, "I don't think a bedsheet is going to work for long. It can probably tear through concrete given enough time." He then hmmms, "Well, we should be able to sense it. When we do, I'll see if I can spot it. Once I've got a shot into it, it should become visible. I'm almost starting to wonder if it didn't just run off into the wilderness or something." He isn't exactly moving at a fast clip, but he is indeed starting to head to the south east. "Never actually been to the junk yards. If we run into any gangers, should be a bit of sport there."

Bailey shrugs her shoulders, "Might be worth a try. A wet blanket might get shredded, but the reams should stick to its body enough to give a decent shot or ten." She draws in a breath, "What do you know fo the gangs in this city? I haven't run into any yet. Do they have a corner on any particular trade in town?"

"Little bit of everything I think. I haven't been here long enough to get a feel, but it seems like most of the real paying stuff is already covered by the businesses." Zyvis says conversationally. "So they probably dabble in everything and anything they can. Not sure what kind of tech they can pull. Might be some tasty morsels among them though. I don't know if they'll be keen on facing two of us at the same time though."

Bailey nods her head, listening. As they walk through the streets, her eyes shifting as the pass by clusters of people headed for the Alibi. "Does this creature have a name?" she wonders, concerned about what she's getting into.

"I don't rightly know what name it has. They just called it The Hunter at the Arena from what I've heard." Zyvis says with a look around, not apparently concerned at all. "I just know it's fast, can turn invisible, and can likely cut through armor given enough time to bite and claw." When they enter into the dirtier parts of town he changes the way he walks, going more alert and ready just in case he gets a scent of something and keeps one hand near his pistol but doesn't draw it just yet. No reason to start what few people are on the streets running just yet after all.

Bailey listens as they walk, her eyes shifting from the few other pedestrians to the derelict buildings that line the streets. Graffiti and refuse litter the area and the psistalker tries to make out some of the illegible gang signs sprayed on different buildings and bus shelters. "So, this thing is invisible, and they have it fighting in the local arena?" Bailey asks, shaking her head. "Do they give spectators xray specs or something?"

Zyvis shrugs, "It fought once." Zyvis says in a softer tone to the woman now as they get deeper into the Dregs. "Some Juicer was going off on how he was unbeatable so they brought it in. It killed the juicer right quick then escaped." He says to her, "It's been living out in the Dregs since then according to the rumors. I haven't gotten a real trace of it yet though. So don't know what it looks like, yet."

Bailey nods her head. "Humanoid though?" She tries to confirm, just in case the creature isn't naturally invisible. "And with a tastes for manflesh," she snickers giving Zyvis a sidelong glance. "Are you well hydrated?" she asks. "If it strikes at you, be sure to bleed all over it so I can see where to shoot." She chuckles, still young and full of bravado as they get into the slums of the east side.

"No idea." Zyvis says in answer, grinning at her words, "Could be feline, could be reptilian, could be something totally lacking classification." He shrugs, "And I don't plan to get to where I'm bleeding. I'd be -real- impressed if it could stay invisible while fighting, that's just unreal." He then looks at some of the gang signs on the walls, "Looks like there was a turf war of some sort." and now he does draw his pistol and one of the swords from his back but he doesn't flip the switch to turn it on yet. "You sensing anything?" He asks Bailey.

Bailey shakes her head, "Nothing worth noting," she says, passing by an alleyway as she spies a bottle lurker tearing through a garbage bag, looking for recycleables. Her eyes squint as she tries to penetrate the growing darkness of the lane, but it's of little use. She continues walking, "So. Is this the bad part of town?" she asks idly, feeling confident thanks to the laser pistol she carries in hand.

"I guess so, but if it is, it's got nothing on the Burbs." Zyvis says with a chuckle and then he head nods towards the junkyard, "Looks like it's over there. That's where it gets really thick, gang wise I guess." He then holsters his pistol so he can unclip his helmet and place it on, securing it down and so he can use the optics built into it. He does a quick sweep visually, "I don't sense anything either..." He says with disappointment in his voice then turns and heads for the junkyard proper!

Bailey begins to walk a little bit slower as she sees Zyvis gearing up. "In that case, perhaps we should negotiate with the locals for passage? Maybe we could pump them for information while we parlay?" she suggests. "If not, I might want to wander back to my hotel to slip into something a little more comfortable before stomping on a gang's turf while we hunt an invisible monster."

Zyvis chuckles, "We're already stomping on gang turf." He says when he looks back over towards her, "You have armor?" He asks, "Thought you were wearing one of those armored coats that are all the rage now." He considers, looking at the Junkyard, then looking back to Bailey, "Alright. Just hope nobody manages to kill it before we do." He shrugs a bit and slides his sword back into it's sheath on his back, gesturing for her to lead the way.

"Well, if we catch a whiff of it, we'll take it down. But while things are quite, I wouldn't mind going in without a handicap." Bailey gives Zyvis a smile. "But if you're looking to get in there now, who am I to argue?" she teases, checking the long clip on her pistol. "Wouldn't want anyone to knife our prize, after all."

"This thing gutted a juicer in about half a second. If you have armor, let's go get it." Zyvis says simply with a shrug, "I don't know if it's supernatural, psychic, or magic, or just has wierd scales. Armor is better." He gestures with one hand back the way they came. "So, lets go."

Bailey nods her head, "Sounds good," she says with a nod. She adjusts the leather cap on her head and turns back for the north. Seeing no roving gangs quite yet in the late dusk dregs, she slips her pistol back into her under-arm holster.

"When did you arrive in Kingsdale?" Zyvis asks the woman curiously, keeping his helmet on until they get back to the less unsavory sections, if they do. He laughs and then notes, "Just occurred to me, we never even introduced ourselves. Feels good to be comfortable with someone again. I'm Zyvis." He introduces himself.

"Bailey," she says, introducing herself, her eyes still shifting to and fro, checking the dark lanes on either side of the quiet street as they move. "I got here about a week or so ago," she says.

"Hmmm, think you arrived a few days before me then. Maybe. Hard to say." Zyvis says with a shrug as they continue walking through the city streets, "So are you staying here in the dregs or were you just here for a meal?" He asks, paying attention to his surroundings as well as they travel through, hands not straying far from where he could draw them at a moments notice if he needed to.

"Was just waiting for the Alibi to open for the night crowd," Bailey answers. "Stopped by there the other night and had a decent time. Good music," she comments. "I just have a room at some motel near the edge of town while I look for a flat. You know of anywhere affordable that won't get me shanked while I come home with groceries?"

"Affordable is a matter of situation." Zyvis says with a shrug, "I'm in much the same situation. Just sort of lounging in a hotel until I find better more permanent lodging if I decide to stay." He chuckles, "I hadn't been sure I was going to, but the odds went up tonight."

Bailey nods her head, "The prospect of work is nice," She says. "Speaking of which, does this creature have a bounty on its head? A bounty you were thinking of cutting me in on?"

"I'm sure the Arena would pay for it to be brought back alive, but I was hunting it for the unique opportunity and flavor it will provide. I've never hunted anything like this before. I'm not sure what it will taste like." Zyvis says in answer with a shrug, "There might be a bounty for it dead, I don't know. To be honest, the town seems relatively light on paying work. Some woman tried to hire me for a -horse- of all things."

Bailey cants her head back and laughs at that last comment. "Ah yes, I've met her as well," she says, still chuckling at the indignation fo the comment. "A horse is fine payment for something so simple a task, I decided to take her up on the offer. Building contacts that will lead to more lucrative opportunities." She shakes her head and chuckles more as she walks.

Zyvis shrugs, "I accepted at first, but then she went mental... kept pushing and pushing and insulting me until I backed out. Wasn't worth the hassle. Besides, a horse isn't even worth a recharge of an e-clip... going cross country to Newtown is liable to run into -something- out there. Coalition patrol, bandits, monsters. Who knows. I was still going to do it as a favor but, like I said, she's unstable."

Bailey bites her lip to keep from laughing at Zyvis' troubles, but her head continues to shake. "I don't know where you recharge your clips at, but where I'm from a horse is quite valuable. Especially when heading out into the country where there aren't reliable fuel stations every couple of hours." She walks for a bit, then spies a familiar corner, "Anyways, my room's just up there. I'll go up and get changed."

"Where I'm from they cost about the same. As for transport..." He shrugs, "I can run pretty damned fast, and if I have to pay out 50 grand to replace my armor that gets shot up for a 3000 credit payment... I'm out 47000 grand before even talking about ammo." Zyvis says. He then nods and gestures, "I'll be waiting."