RP ARCHIVE - Salty, Z, Abbey, Burrito

First Night - III Witnesses

Z:

Jaz opened his mouth to speak, but Grayson butted in before he got the chance with an accusatory tone:

"Did you do this?? If this is some kind of gang affiliated quarrel I'll have no part in it, I am simply far too dignified for that," He huffed, finishing up bandaging Jaz's arm and standing up with far more confidence than one should have when faced with such circumstances.

The voice that yelled rang familiar to Jaz, and he could only assume this must be the person he previously met, or at least one of them. He internally panicked just a smidge, but tried not to show it so as to not offend the being.

With a shaky voice he said, "If you're going to hurt anyone just hurt me, I think I messed something up but I swear I don't know what's going on!"

Salty:

The antennae that sprouted just below Wyatt's hairline twitched.
They glanced down at their bloodied arm and then looked across at the freshly bandaged one of Jaz's.
They stood in silence, their own blood draining from their face as the realisation that they saved no one from their crew settled deep into their stomach.
Wyatt considered killing them both right then and there, a foot taking a step to the side to balance their stance. They breathed in deeply and then once more, looked over to the crowd of people, some still stealing glances in their direction.
Inflicting harm on these two would not help in any way, at least at that moment.

Wyatt's thoughts were interrupted by Jaz's uncertain voice, offering a form of self sacrifice.
"Terribly noble of you." Wyatt sneered as they straightened their posture and folded in their sharp arms to show a pose of no threat.
"Right. Listen. You." Wyatt flicked their head in the direction of what appeared to be a medic.
"If you don't want to get anymore involved, take this opportunity to leave. And you," Wyatt turned their head down to Jaz, "Let's play a game based on a real life situation! You're framed for a crime you did not commit. Where will you go to escape the authorities- And for the love of all gods, do not suggest turning yourself in cause those bastards will eliminate you on sight."

Z:

Grayson easily could have taken his exit, but Jaz's response made it clear that he was nothing more than a victim of whatever was happening. Not to mention this pestering thought Grayson couldn't get out of his head, some sort of familiarity he felt leaving him on the brink of revelation.

And then it hit him. He's heard of this guy before, but not by the media as one would expect considering Jaz's status, rather from a mutual "friend". He knew he would not hear the end of it if he had the opportunity to step in and help this guy in some way even if it meant wasting his time. Besides, a part of him knew he was due for a good deed or whatever.

"Perhaps you should figure that out for yourself instead of involving others in your decisions," Grayson stood his ground for now, ever so stubborn.

Jaz only looked mortified at Grayson's reluctance, and he was at a loss for words. His life started flashing before his eyes, those of which grew teary as he tried to speed run the 5 stages of grief.

Salty:

Wyatt let out a short huff through their creasing nose.
"This is me being merciful."
Their head lowered as they took a step forward.
"Either finish him off because he's a legal threat and I toddle off happy as daisies, or I let him live and make sure he don't run his merry mouth until i'm gone."
The demon twitched its head to an angle, its gaze still holding in the direction of Jaz. Their wings fluttered behind them to readjust against their back.
"Figure out where you and I are going or I can make that decision for you."