One Snowy Winter (TWAU RP)

After listening to shot after shot ring out it had become clear to Krampus that he was in a city filled with nut jobs, and there was no amount of whipping or torturing that could be done to change that. Moments went passed, and Krampus grew weary and tired, he looked over the top of his newspaper in time to notice a small house cat leaping from rooftop to rooftop, He gave the feline, that didn't seem to notice him, a queer look, and then sat the newspaper down on his lap to flip the pages, as he set it down, he couldn't help, but notice a small child bye his feet.

The child's approximate size to Krampus made him appear miles away, Krampus' eyebrows formed a 'V' his lips shrunk, and after a moment he spoke thus: "Beat it kid."

He picked the newspaper back up in front of his face, and continued to read on about how much more common house fires were becoming in the city. and then he looked at an add for large Christmas trees, it amazed him how far away Christmas actually was from now, and yet people were still trying to shove it down everyone's throats, when Krampus looked back up he noticed the kid still holding out his hand.

Krampus frowned once more, and then spoke again. "What are you aft-"

Krampus was cut off when he noticed a small can at his feet, he looked back up to the boy, and then smiled "What's this? A can?" Krampus picked up the small piece of a aluminum, and put it just above the boys hand, but at the last second pulled it away.

He looked at the boy for a few more minutes, there was something off about him, he had felt a certain unease about other people before, but never knew why that was, those people would tend to give him strange looks right back.

"Boy! What are you doing out here alone? Are you deaf? Can you not hear gun fire?" Krampus pointed to the building directly behind the child.

((This thread is a thing isn't it? Right. Sorry for lateish post, completely fucking forgot because I'm a forgetful prick sometimes.


Evelyn watched the undeniably ragged woman as she stepped towards her, hoping to all Christ that she was a Fable, or she was in an... interesting predicament. She should of closed the goddamn door. Why didn't she close the goddamn door? Dammit. She was relieved in an odd way once there was a spear aimed at her, ready to harm her at a moment's notice. She stepped back a bit automatically, pointing her gun at the woman in self-defense. At the very least, a Mundie wouldn't have a spear, so she could at least be honest.

"Official Fabletown business!" she said, hoping the bastards around the corner wouldn't be aiming their guns in her direction from the noise. "Stay out of this or I *will* have to force you too." She warned, hovering her finger over the trigger, though she wasn't convinced herself that she could stop the woman should she decide that spear had a better place within her chest.

Unfortunately, the moment she had spat the last of her words out, the wall in-front of her lit up with way-to-fucking-many bullets. Evelyn let out a surprised scream, not exactly a fan of bullets pinging next to her, as she was sure most things weren't. She practically jumped towards the spear, making sure not to impale herself on it, not quite caring if the woman wasn't satisfied with her answer. She aimed the peashooter at the corner, ready to fire should anything come around it, even though she somewhat doubted her ability to win any sort of firefight such as that. A satisfying, frustrated groan came from the hallway, bringing some splendid information with it. "Fuckin' piece of shit! Shoulda' brought more fuckin' ammo..."

With this, Evelyn moved forward, peeping around the corner. Sure enough, there was a rather grotty man wielding a shotgun, furiously squeezing the trigger with nothing but a clicking noise in response. Evelyn made a failed attempt to get fully behind the wall without being spotted, the outraged man quickly moving towards her, withdrawing a pocketknife from his coat. Unfortunately for him, in all practically, Evelyn had over ten, if you counted the teeth too. He dashed towards her, speeding around the corner at an alarming rate, but was met with a quick slash across the face, leading to a scream that was anything but charming, a hideous amount of blood beginning to pour forth. Evelyn followed up with a quick jab to the face, digging into his shirt and pulling him towards her, tripping him down onto his bloodied face. She pointed her pistol at him, looking to the hallway every now and then. "Don't move." she told him, before glancing at the spear-wielding woman, having momentarily slipped her mind. Should she decide to be hostile, she wasn't in a great position.

((Alright skip Mander, been way too long and nobody seems to care! ZEL you're up buddy! ))

((Cut the thread down to one story?))