Job after job (WIP)

It was moonrise in district 11

Mews were hissing at passing children, ieuveleers were unveiling behind their dark leaves to peek at the moonlight, ash patted down lightly on the sidewalk alongside some water droplets

A bloody figure rose from the dirty streets, petite and having small tremors over their skin, blood with light deep blue spots running down their face, hair dowsed in  currently merging with blood gel to look like the tips of the moon on its sides, and  its's left thigh, their bag's items clanking around as they stumbled around, most passing by would, as normal, assume that they were  just another drunkyard, backing down from yet another fight over a drop of alcohol, a assumption they assumed right when the figure wandered into a bar at the end of wuikava street, rusty railings and faded adverts welcoming the wisp of a figure

The figure stumbled over their own stubby feet, letting out a yelp of surprise as they fell to the wooden floors with a loud thud and cranking of the wooden floors, many of the bystanders continued drinking and talking, except for two

They were siamese pale sisters, bound by chain where they legs should be, two large metal helmets obscuring their drooling eyes, the remains of a melded chain ring hanging above each of their heads, they sighed at the view, quickly dragging themselves over over to the downed figure, maces in one hand, and a medical kit in another


Miss kaswell spings was tired to say the least as quisvell and tuislei, also know as the chain sisters, came over to her, tuislei bending down  over her to give her a bandage  , their  metallic spine creaking as they did so,
"Kas!" Tuislei happyly said as they applied a stingy, cold cream to the top of kaswell's head "how did the job with the spiky pain freaks go?"

"The schmis did not like when they found me grabbingtheir  spike ball..ow..." kaswell winced as quisvell wrapped tight the bandages around her thigh,  " they started yelling and babbling about how i was commiting heresy or some bullshit like that by touching it, started beating the crap out of me with spikes, i had to use my bazooka.."





She waved her legs around the dusty red seat in the bar she was currently sitting on, her left arm busy curling around the ends of her hair, which sprung out from the front sides of her head into what she insisted looked like daggers, although a outsider view would consider them to be cute siamese litlle snail heads.

Her right hand was holding on tight for her bazooka.

 the apparatus was three heads taller than her , the shining metal beggining to rust from the edges and openings, a  featureless small mannequin doll hanging by a keychain on the missile chamber, which was currently acommodating a toy rocket like projectile, ready to fire a circle  of fire and debris at the pull of a trigger, she felt for her backpack,  clinking as many metallic projectiles clanked agaisnt eachother on the leather contained.

 A wobbly voice shouted out "hey kas!" The voice said with  static undertones

She turned her fish like eyes to her right, a mass of wires and screws greeting her, a White blank mask staring her, one of its tentacles holding downcup  with  fizzling red liquid within

"Finally!  wollskeil!, you beutifull bastard!, it has been half a hour!" Kaswell said, her stitched up mouth curling in a attempt at a smile, she snatched the drink from wolskeil's mass, readily gulping down half of it.

"you know that mewsiki blood is running low on stock, i had to improvise on the consistency you know!" Wollskeil whirred back, a bit of blue liquid being spat out from their biomechanical throat "And  after all..is that a way to treat a bearer of good news?"

"And the news are?"

"You have another job, grab and run on the arachnomechanics,shiny litlle engine, golden, fits in your hand, full of souls, our client would like that it would be in their hands instead, 800 breu for it, give or take" woskeil

"And what about the others?"

"Arms is busy dealing with the red swarm, the chain sisters are doing a hit and run, grindy and other arms are with the spiky pain hatred freaks..you get it everyone else is busy, you are the only one available, the client is not exactly happy given your...ehhhh nevermind! Im sure they will be happier once you do the job