Arthur/Open

[ceaselesslabor]

It had been a long night. Arthur had been up far too long, far too late, and he knows better than to try and push through on so little sleep. Parker had gone to sleep hours ago, providing bo outlet for the pounding sense that he has to go out and do something.

The city is unusually quiet, a fact that Arthur clocks almost immediately. It's dark. It's damp. There's a heavy, oppressive nature to the entire place, like moments before a storm. Except, in this case, the night sky is clear. The wind is still. The moon casts an eerie, hazy film over the sleepless city.

He hears a loud cry, a sharp sound in the strange stillness.

It sounds like someone calling for help.

He rushes towards the disturbance, shoes pounding against the pavement.

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[youflail]

What he finds is basically that 'call an ambulance, but not for me' meme. The person crying for help is now lying on the pavement, very obviously bleeding, though the jury's out if it's fatal or not. The perpetrator stands over the bleeding body. Olgierd von Everec: a man with red hair, noticeable muscles, a few noticeable scars on his head and arms, and a bloody knife in his hand that he's wiping off on a handkerchief.

His shoulders shift slightly as he hears Arthur approach. But Olgierd doesn't do anything. Instead, he says in a British accented voice, "He'll live. And if he doesn't? No great loss."

Olgierd talks about the possible death of a man casually, like one would talk about the weather or sports scores. This doesn't mean anything to him. Nothing means anything to him, not since that night when he made a remarkably stupid deal with a remarkably powerful...he still thinks 'man,' even though Olgierd knows damn well that Gaunter O'Dimm is no man.