another pre-game catchall!

[fledges]

Who: Kate and whoever!
Where: Westerley, mostly.
When: The past two years.
Summary: Just a log to establish pre-existing cr. Feel free to put up a top level if you want to do anything, no need to contact me first!
Restrictions/Warnings: n/a, but will warn in the subject if anything comes up

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[It's been a conspicuously quiet day, or more accurately, a day where Kate doesn't have any actual cases. A day that means she's going to be even more broke than usual, so she's roaming the streets, putting up some oh so well designed flyers with her bow in hand, desperate for something to do. Salvation comes in the form of yet another mugging, a scenario Kate is used to. The victim is more of a surprise—he looks younger than her and completely oblivious to his situation. Anyone that small who didn't have a weapon on them would just give up their stuff if they were smart, but this guy looks like he doesn't realize his attacker is about to put a knife through his eye socket.

Kate nocks an arrow, draws, and releases in one smooth motion, just barely grazing the head of the man holding Meliodas. The arrow thunks into the wall of the building behind them, but it has its intended effect—he stumbles back, surprised, as Kate nocks another arrow.]

Punching down today, boys?

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Oh. [There was an arrow sticking out of his wall. For the first time, Meliodas seemed to react like an actual human being. Looking from the arrow to its former owner, Meliodas seemed to completely forget the armed thugs set on him from three bad angles. The first of which had fallen back quite a bit--not having expected the shaft of that arrow to come so dangerously close to skewering his head. While he was distracted, the other two looked for Kate--following her the moment she spoke up.]

I'll have to fill that. [He glanced at the arrow sunk fairly deep into his wall. She's quiet on her feet and has good enough muscle control to fire a shot that hard and straight just as a warning. I didn't even notice her, either. Thoughts kept to himself, Meliodas let his blank expression return before he set his fingers around the arrow to begin pulling it out. One of the two flunkies still upright grabbed Meliodas by the back of his neck and pressed the knife against his throat.

Meliodas seemed to startle at that, though it was still a fairly sedated reaction. The first arrow was an indicator of an expert shot but the fact that she was already nocked and ready to keep it going indicated that she didn't possess even a fraction of the hesitation in his would-be muggers. That kind of calm and haste was a little scary.]

Woah, woah. I think they mean business--you could really get hurt.

[The mugger, grinning in newfound and misplaced confidence, looked to Kate. Somewhere, deep in his mind, this story was familiar but adrenaline had kicked in and the mugger was thinking more in the moment.] Hear that? He's saying you should back off or we'll--

[He was cut off as Meliodas looked straight towards Kate, completely confident in what would happen in the next few moments.] Nah. I was talking about you.

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[A well deserved compliment and a boost to her ego! Kate grins, and when she looses her arrow this time, it buries itself in the mugger's bicep. She went for the scare tactic first, after all, so he got what was coming to him. One of the mugger's friends has already sprinted off, apparently weighing his chances empty handed against a projectile weapon and finding them lacking, and now that Kate has actually shot one of them, the second follows suit.

Kate yanks the third back by the collar of his shirt, and he's so distracted by the arrow in his arm that he barely even struggles, whimpering as he tries to pull it out.]

Oh, come on, you big baby. You were just threatening to take this kid's eye out.

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[Left alone, Meliodas' lead mugger had quickly weighed his options and didn't seem to offer anymore threat. The knife fell given he couldn't properly maintain a grip on it. Meliodas picked it up and pocketed it. It wasn't a bad looking knife, really. He could use it to cut some boxes later and save on razors.]

He came really close, too. [With a twist and a pull, Meliodas wrested Kate's first arrow completely free of the wall, unbroken, forcing a fresh wince from the thug in her grip. He turned to grin at her head-on, ]

If not for you, I might have really been in trouble, miss.

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Hey, no problem. That's what I'm here for.

[The man Kate is holding pulls himself free and runs, although admittedly Kate wasn't doing much to hold him. She frowns after him for a second, then turns back to Meliodas.]

Are you okay? Did he take anything?

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[Reaching into his pocket, Meliodas produced something strange--an actual metal key. Poking it into the lock on the front door to the bar, he twisted it open and flipped the light in the barroom.]

I'm completely untouched! Couldn't be any healthier.

[He waved Kate on, gesturing towards the inside.]

C'mon, lemme pay you back for your trouble. It isn't every day you meet an actual hero.

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[Kate peers at the key, but doesn't bring it up when he ushers her inside. She can't help but grin at him.]

Well, okay. Flattery will get you everywhere.

[But!]

You work here?

[He's way too young to be the owner, obviously.]

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Well, I guess it must be pretty weird getting any sort of flattery in this part of town.

[Given it was a part of town in which three grown men were happy to try and mug a teenager--it seemed appropriate to think one couldn't expect any sort of courtesy on a daily basis.

Hopping over the counter and behind the bar, Meliodas prodded at one of the taps, turned it on and then began pouring a frothy looking drink into a sparkling glass mug. He hadn't asked Kate what she wanted--

So, he began to drink it down himself before stopping and asking--]

Anyway, yeah, I work here. I own the place, too. So, what did you wanna drink?

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Uh...

[Kate plops herself down on one of the barstools, studying Meliodas suspiciously.]

You own it? Seriously? How old are you?

[And then, as though she's suddenly registered his question:]

Oh. Surprise me.

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That's a dangerous answer. [Considering the fact that Meliodas was pretty sure that a lot of the cheaper manufacturers lied about alcohol content regularly.

It was almost always a gamble.

For the hell of it, he poured a stout and slid it across the bar to her. First impressions told Meliodas that she had to have a pretty impressive constitution. If he was wrong, then Kate would probably let him know right away.]

Buuut, that's right. My age is a secret, but rest assured I'm old enough to own this place. Plus, I could drink most of my patrons under the table if I felt so inclined.