Accord // AU

[hatesblindjokes]

[Vincent is wandering around the city streets in the dead of night, looking for the hotel that Robin told him about. the goal is to meet up and discuss the game plan, now that he's here.

but given that he is both lost and blind, that's proving kind of difficult. that motherfucker, would it have been so hard to give him directions? and no one really wants to talk to a seven-foot, weird-looking guy this late at night, so he's mostly just... hands in his pockets, shoulders hunched up, trying to listen for conversation or something that'll help him figure out what is where.]

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[mortalcoil]

[Coil didn't mind being sent on an errand like this--it's a simple task, but it's more interesting than sitting around and waiting with an impatient Robin. So, out into the night he goes.

Robin had told him the general vicinity to look, and had mentioned the fact that he would be looking for a ridiculously tall man.

...He'd failed to inform him of any other pertinent details, however.

So, when he spots someone by that description passing by the mouth of the lane where he's perched, he hops down from the fire escape and heads off to catch up with him.

He's not trying to be sneaky... everything he does is just naturally quieter than he should be.]

[hatesblindjokes]

[and after hearing someone hop off the fire escape and then be bizarrely quiet as they follow after him... well, fuck whatever Coil's trying to do. Vincent has his suspicions.

so he sighs a little and walks (big strides, so) his way down the street, eventually turning where he can feel the open air of an alleyway. once there, he will wait quietly, tucked around the corner, for that guy to catch up.]

[mortalcoil]

[damn, this guy is absurdly tall. It easily takes two of Coil's steps to match one of his, causing him to hurry a little more than he would have otherwise.

Seeing him turn down an alley makes him frown a little--at least he knows the guy's probably aware of his presence--but he's pretty sure if he just looks casual enough about it when he turns the corner, making himself easy to see, he'll be okay.]

[hatesblindjokes]

[and Coil gets yanked up by his collar as soon as he's within grabbing distance. which is absurdly long, for Vincent.]

All right. What's your deal?

[mortalcoil]

[--whoops. Or not.

He's certainly not used to that kind of insane reach, so he's grabbed and hoisted off the ground before he even has a chance to try and do something about it.

And, funny, but the kid doesn't answer. He just kicks for a moment--more out of sheer surprise than anything--before giving up. Aside from grabbing at the guy's wrist to help lift himself and keep from strangling in his own collar, he lets his legs dangle.]

[hatesblindjokes]

[he doesn't want to actually damage the guy, so he doesn't give him much more trouble than lifting him a foot off the ground. with him being all quiet like that, though... that's... that's kind of weird.]

Eh? Come on. Why the fuck are you following me?

[mortalcoil]

[of all situations that Coil hates getting stuck in, this is definitely high up on the list. Trapped and expected to explain himself.

And aside from trying to turn his head, as if something nearby would help him out in some way, he's got nothing at the moment.

Again, the little creeper stays silent.]

[hatesblindjokes]

...The fuck's your problem?

[eventually... if he's not saying anything... and not making any other attempts to kill him, Vincent will just... slowly... put him back down. and let go of him.

it may be telling that he doesn't really move his head when he does. not going for eye contact, this guy.]

[mortalcoil]

[yeah, Coil hasn't quite put it together yet, still just beginning to notice the oddities. He's mostly too busy dealing with the fact that his feet are back on the ground again.

He automatically slides back a step once he's free... but he does realize that it's not enough to actually put him outside of this guy's reach. It'll have to do, though. He can finally explain-- making quick work of pointing at the guy, and then pointing back toward the vague direction of the hotel, trying to show why he'd followed him in the first place.]

[hatesblindjokes]

[...well, he knows he's moving, but just... slowly shakes his head.]

Buddy, I can't see.

[mortalcoil]

[he... might be able to hear Coil's palm hitting his forehead.

Of course Robin would send him after someone like that. A blind giant. Perfect.

So, Vincent gets a nice long pause of frustration while the kid tries to figure out what to do, here.]

[hatesblindjokes]

...Okaaay, right. Do you not... talk, or something?

[yep. this is going to be the most quality conversation ever.]

[mortalcoil]

[ugh, this is just downright embarrassing. At least the guy can't see how awkward he looks about this.

There's another strained pause while he flounders for a way to answer, until he finally looks around for something that makes sound.

...All he's got in an alleyway like this, is a nearby crate.

He knocks on it twice, very distinctly.

Knock knock. He's mute.]

[tabbytastic]

[there's so few people around to actually stop her, Tabby's hunting techniques have been getting a little less sophisticated lately. But hey, it's not as bad as it could be, with Robin having bitched at her.

She's settled for a happy medium-- wait in an alley, and grab unsuspecting schmucks off the street.

Crouched down against the wall like the bags of garbage she's sitting with, she lets herself drop into an absolute lack of motion. No breath, no little betraying things that would come with being alive. She's just a corpse lying in wait.

So, there isn't a whole lot to give her away before the heavy footfalls pass by the mouth of the alley. There's just nothing, and then a flurry of abrupt movement in the next moment as she leaps up to try and grab and haul her prey into the alley--

--and fuck is he bigger than she expected.]

[hatesblindjokes]

--!! [since he can't see, all he knows is that something super-strong has jumped out of nowhere to grab him! he's dragged off his feet, but not before he gives her a hard elbow to the face.]

[tabbytastic]

[whatever it is, it takes being elbowed in the face by a giant like a champ.

Aside from her head snapping to the side with a snarl, it doesn't slow her down at all. Which would be great... if she had any idea of what to do now.

He's fucking huge.

Pulling him off his feet is actually more of a detriment than anything, because now there are all these limbs everywhere, and he's kind of toppling over onto her, and she's suddenly running out of room to move.

The only thing she can do is try to drag him deeper into the alley and lever him around to get him against a wall... but she's only vaguely sure that it's even possible]

[hatesblindjokes]

What the fuck-- [he's heavy, too. all that muscle weight, man.

and he's done this enough to know not fuck around with footing. he grounds himself pretty fast, tries to twist around punch her where her abdomen must be.]

[tabbytastic]

[all she's really got to her advantage is a lower center of gravity, but even that stops helping her when he manages to ground himself. She tries to figure out another direction in which to twist and drag him off balance again, but he swings.

--and oh, yeah, he really is at least as strong as he looks. That's nice to know.

It's a good thing that she doesn't strictly need to breathe, because the air is completely bashed out of her lungs. Even though punching her is more akin to punching something like a heavy-duty punching bag, she crumples at the middle.

But she's still got a grip on him, so she can at least try to repay the favor by dragging him toward her and slamming a knee up toward his middle. Take some wind out of his sails, if she can]

[hatesblindjokes]

[and just when he thinks, 'hey, I think I actually recognize this chick', he takes the hit. and unfortunately, he does need to breathe.

he tries to shove her off of him so that he can get a little space. and a little air. yeesh, she hits hard for a chick.]

[tabbytastic]

[it's about the time when her back hits the alley wall that much the same conclusion is dawning in her brain. There's an opportunity there to pounce on him while he's winded, but she doesn't capitalize on it. Her momentum breaks as she pauses to actually look at him instead of mindlessly lunging again.

And the snarling suddenly stops.]

--Hey! It's you!

[hatesblindjokes]

What? [he squints. he can't even see, but he fucking squints anyway.] Fuck you, you're that woman from the bar!

[tabbytastic]

Hey, buddy!

[finally letting go of the now-halfhearted hold she'd had on him, she straightens up. And maybe smooths where she'd wrinkled his jacket from dragging him around. Like a good friend would.]

Jesus, you're even taller than I'd thought you were. Goddamn.

[hatesblindjokes]

[he just... gets his arms out of the way so she can do that. he doesn't know what his jacket looks like]

What do you--? You just dragged me into an alley for fuck's sake.

[tabbytastic]

[she coughs a little--now that she needs her lungs in order to talk, they kind of need to be in working order. She still sounds a little hoarse from that punch.]

Oh. Yeah, sorry about that.

[if she'd been intending on killing or maiming him, she doesn't seem awkward about it. Same for the potentially being revealed as a horrible monster thing]

[hatesblindjokes]

And what the fuck are you even made of, anyway?

[he knocks on her sternum. makes that nice thudding sound that chests do.]