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Oct. 15th, 2009 11:56 pm![[identity profile]](https://www.dreamwidth.org/img/silk/identity/openid.png)
The shock of actually finding the source of all that light had been enough for Mai to actually show an expression. Because cities weren't supposed to be that big. Buildings couldn't be built at that scale. She hadn't said anything, and it was a good thing for Zheng that he didn't say anything because she would probably have bit his head off.
She had urged caution, of course, and that had resulted in them bedding down in an alleyway. The city had set her even more on edge, so she hadn't slept well. Which was why she was awake during Zheng's watch when the group of would-be muggers showed up and were promptly bruised and bloodied. And then again a few hours later when a pitiful child had wandered into their alley begging for help.
Mai had suggested that the child should find help elsewhere, but Zheng was... well, unsurprisingly he wanted to provide assistance despite the fact that they had almost no supplies. So Mai had told him he was free to do what he wanted and waved him off.
Then she'd followed them at a distance. She knew he was liable to get himself into trouble and need to extract himself. Not that she cared much about his survival in general, but she needed someone she trusted (as much as she trusted anyone) to share watch with during the nights.
All of which explains why she is now standing on a fire escape outside a room with its windows busted out listening to the idiots inside taunting Zheng for being so gullible. Oh, the child had needed help, of course, but that's because some morons with guns had shot his mother in the leg and forced him to draw out the man who had beat up their friends earlier.
Mai pinches the bridge of her nose and suppresses a sigh as she angles one of her blades slightly past the edge of the window frame in order to see into the room. A half-dozen scraggly men with guns, a woman on the floor still bleeding, the boy who had come into the alleyway, and relatively attractive girl of about seventeen with yellow hair, and Zheng.
Zheng, who she knows can take out all six of the idiots without getting shot himself, but who is hesitating because there might be collateral damage. Sometimes his naivete is really aggravating.
"Not feeling so tough now, are you?" one of the men with the guns taunted, aiming a kick at Zheng's ribs.
She had urged caution, of course, and that had resulted in them bedding down in an alleyway. The city had set her even more on edge, so she hadn't slept well. Which was why she was awake during Zheng's watch when the group of would-be muggers showed up and were promptly bruised and bloodied. And then again a few hours later when a pitiful child had wandered into their alley begging for help.
Mai had suggested that the child should find help elsewhere, but Zheng was... well, unsurprisingly he wanted to provide assistance despite the fact that they had almost no supplies. So Mai had told him he was free to do what he wanted and waved him off.
Then she'd followed them at a distance. She knew he was liable to get himself into trouble and need to extract himself. Not that she cared much about his survival in general, but she needed someone she trusted (as much as she trusted anyone) to share watch with during the nights.
All of which explains why she is now standing on a fire escape outside a room with its windows busted out listening to the idiots inside taunting Zheng for being so gullible. Oh, the child had needed help, of course, but that's because some morons with guns had shot his mother in the leg and forced him to draw out the man who had beat up their friends earlier.
Mai pinches the bridge of her nose and suppresses a sigh as she angles one of her blades slightly past the edge of the window frame in order to see into the room. A half-dozen scraggly men with guns, a woman on the floor still bleeding, the boy who had come into the alleyway, and relatively attractive girl of about seventeen with yellow hair, and Zheng.
Zheng, who she knows can take out all six of the idiots without getting shot himself, but who is hesitating because there might be collateral damage. Sometimes his naivete is really aggravating.
"Not feeling so tough now, are you?" one of the men with the guns taunted, aiming a kick at Zheng's ribs.