Fallon followed quietly, head low, her eyes staring forward with her steps. He was a giant in comparison to her, the floor boards creaking under his steps - not that it worried her too much, this was a set of apartments with people coming and going regularly. No, it would only start to become interesting the moment they came closer to the end target. Waiting quietly, Fallon shrugged and folded her arms beneath her cloak, there was no point in interrupting him, he was to serve as the muscle, the incentive to talk if pure presence did not do a good enough job. As he sized himself up, carefully inspecting as he braced himself against the door.
Ears twitched, straining as she focused on the sense of listening. Eyes narrowed, it strained as she tried to listen through the thin walls, searching for a tell tale sign. Within she could hear the faint movements, the gentle groans of life and the crackle of flames - far from anything definite however in a building consisting of thin walls and rotting steps. Still, with whatever he was doing Fallon invoked the act of patience, summoning in and up from her core the cold, hard efficiency that drove her. Remaining back, she watched with some curiosity the events unfold.
Wood complained, screeching up from a groan into a shout as it splintered and shredded from its holdings. It did not stop there, the piece was ripped free from its hinges, the metal clattering to the floor as it fell, the knight entering fully now to the dumbfound expression of whoever was within. Markus was already shouting by this point - not Fallon saw any real sense for him attempting to reason with the man. They had after all, just trespassed onto the property of another in a rather explosive fashion, dressed for war and ripping on through - it would be an immediate reaction to reach for the instinct of fight or flight. Who, in their right mind would just take what was to come?
And so, as Fallon stepped into view did she bring forth the persona of Bitzer the Red Wolf. Chin lifted, a step around as George managed to arm himself with the fire poker, hand pulled back as he tried to pick out the bigger threat between the two. She straightened, walking tall into the room as the man got up to his feet. Teeth parted, forming up into a wolfish grin as she stared him down, lips parting to produce that firm, rough tone of the other persona, "Hello George, don't mind us just dropping in now."
She was stepping around Markus then, slowly and carefully as he reacted to her voice with a flinch. Retaliation came next, the wrought iron swinging down at her haphazardly. With a quick step she was to one side, shoulder dropping as she twisted. A quicker step in the gauntlet covered left reached up and forward, clapping around the striking hand, her eyes glaring as squeezed it gently, "Now now... no need for that is there?" She stepped right into his space then, craning her head up so she could look him in the eye - he was taller after all - "It would be unfortunate if something happened to you, wouldn't it now?" She pressed her free hand against him then, foot stepping between his as it raised in an attempt to hook around the back of his leg, "So, why don't you just sit down."
Shoving him firmly then, her foot jerking back to return to her, George tumbled, arms flailing he hit the floor arse first, still dumbly clutching the poker. Fallon gave a press of the boot into his chest, her eyes burning down as she pressed him further. It was slowly that her hand moved once more, and snatched the poker from him - before throwing it across the room discarded. He managed to finally then release a tremble of words then.
"You! You what do you want? I dun nothin'!"
"Not what my client say's George," She tutted then, leaning down closer to his face, "Now, he said you've got something of his."
"Bull shyke I have! Told you, I dun nothin'!"
"Please don't make this hard on yourself George," She gave a glance back to Markus then, "See, my friend Lion, he might have to gobble up a little rat like you. And well, I'd rather he didn't have to." The fingers held the man's chin turning it so it could look to the knight with widening eyes, "Lots of mess, repercussions, things to deal with... So, how about this. I'm going to say some words, and you're going to answer those words." Inhaling she spoke, "Blackveil's heart."
"Shut up whore!"
Fallon's expression cooled and darkened, the grip around his chin shifting so it gripped around his jaw. It was then she breathed to him, "Do not test my patience. For I will unleash a Hai upon you, George, unlike any you have seen. I will repeat myself. Blackveil's heart, I've been told you've had some you have sticky fingers and an interest in something..."
"Duvil..." he breathed back, "Shyking..."
"Said you hid yourself away up in here when it went missing, awfully suspicious don't you think? You could help us so easily though, no one will save you now after all. Least, no one but yourself," the thumb of her free hand cocked back towards the door, "You saw what he did to your door... now, imagine what would happen if that was you. Your flesh. Your bones. Your blood." Fallon let the image sink in then, his skin growing increasingly pale by the tick, "Pretty messy don't you think? So where were we?"
"You can't... can't..."
"Can't what?" she asked, gaze turning the room as if searching for a potential incentive, "Speak up now. I can't hear you tell me about what you did with it." She spoke to Markus then, though her gaze did not shift, "Please, by all means help me encourage the man get back to his feet."
Ears twitched, straining as she focused on the sense of listening. Eyes narrowed, it strained as she tried to listen through the thin walls, searching for a tell tale sign. Within she could hear the faint movements, the gentle groans of life and the crackle of flames - far from anything definite however in a building consisting of thin walls and rotting steps. Still, with whatever he was doing Fallon invoked the act of patience, summoning in and up from her core the cold, hard efficiency that drove her. Remaining back, she watched with some curiosity the events unfold.
Wood complained, screeching up from a groan into a shout as it splintered and shredded from its holdings. It did not stop there, the piece was ripped free from its hinges, the metal clattering to the floor as it fell, the knight entering fully now to the dumbfound expression of whoever was within. Markus was already shouting by this point - not Fallon saw any real sense for him attempting to reason with the man. They had after all, just trespassed onto the property of another in a rather explosive fashion, dressed for war and ripping on through - it would be an immediate reaction to reach for the instinct of fight or flight. Who, in their right mind would just take what was to come?
And so, as Fallon stepped into view did she bring forth the persona of Bitzer the Red Wolf. Chin lifted, a step around as George managed to arm himself with the fire poker, hand pulled back as he tried to pick out the bigger threat between the two. She straightened, walking tall into the room as the man got up to his feet. Teeth parted, forming up into a wolfish grin as she stared him down, lips parting to produce that firm, rough tone of the other persona, "Hello George, don't mind us just dropping in now."
She was stepping around Markus then, slowly and carefully as he reacted to her voice with a flinch. Retaliation came next, the wrought iron swinging down at her haphazardly. With a quick step she was to one side, shoulder dropping as she twisted. A quicker step in the gauntlet covered left reached up and forward, clapping around the striking hand, her eyes glaring as squeezed it gently, "Now now... no need for that is there?" She stepped right into his space then, craning her head up so she could look him in the eye - he was taller after all - "It would be unfortunate if something happened to you, wouldn't it now?" She pressed her free hand against him then, foot stepping between his as it raised in an attempt to hook around the back of his leg, "So, why don't you just sit down."
Shoving him firmly then, her foot jerking back to return to her, George tumbled, arms flailing he hit the floor arse first, still dumbly clutching the poker. Fallon gave a press of the boot into his chest, her eyes burning down as she pressed him further. It was slowly that her hand moved once more, and snatched the poker from him - before throwing it across the room discarded. He managed to finally then release a tremble of words then.
"You! You what do you want? I dun nothin'!"
"Not what my client say's George," She tutted then, leaning down closer to his face, "Now, he said you've got something of his."
"Bull shyke I have! Told you, I dun nothin'!"
"Please don't make this hard on yourself George," She gave a glance back to Markus then, "See, my friend Lion, he might have to gobble up a little rat like you. And well, I'd rather he didn't have to." The fingers held the man's chin turning it so it could look to the knight with widening eyes, "Lots of mess, repercussions, things to deal with... So, how about this. I'm going to say some words, and you're going to answer those words." Inhaling she spoke, "Blackveil's heart."
"Shut up whore!"
Fallon's expression cooled and darkened, the grip around his chin shifting so it gripped around his jaw. It was then she breathed to him, "Do not test my patience. For I will unleash a Hai upon you, George, unlike any you have seen. I will repeat myself. Blackveil's heart, I've been told you've had some you have sticky fingers and an interest in something..."
"Duvil..." he breathed back, "Shyking..."
"Said you hid yourself away up in here when it went missing, awfully suspicious don't you think? You could help us so easily though, no one will save you now after all. Least, no one but yourself," the thumb of her free hand cocked back towards the door, "You saw what he did to your door... now, imagine what would happen if that was you. Your flesh. Your bones. Your blood." Fallon let the image sink in then, his skin growing increasingly pale by the tick, "Pretty messy don't you think? So where were we?"
"You can't... can't..."
"Can't what?" she asked, gaze turning the room as if searching for a potential incentive, "Speak up now. I can't hear you tell me about what you did with it." She spoke to Markus then, though her gaze did not shift, "Please, by all means help me encourage the man get back to his feet."