Axel shut the door behind him then led the way back down the hallway. "Hey, don't worry. I know that some day, you'll find the one girl who's as dangerously obsessed about cars as you are." He glanced over his shoulder at Tony and grinned to show he was just teasing. "And yeah, it's... it's the same old for us. I mean... I was thinking that maybe at the end of the year we'd be able to move out, maybe get a bigger place but... the way the business is going..." He shook his head. "Well, whatever. It'll turn out okay."
Reaching the kitchen, he saw that Lily had already opened up two bottles. "Aw, thanks hon," he smiled. Handing Tony his bottle, Axel poured half of his own into the glass and offered it to Lily. "Come on, join us. We can fix the air-con together later," he said, knowing glumly that with his negligible skills in fixing things around the house, he'd probably make things worse. It's the thought that counts though, right?
Taking a seat at the table, Axel took a gulp of beer. "Hey, I was thinking. It's been a while since I heard from Soren and the others. We should all get together sometime, like a, a big dinner or something." He looked at Tony. "Kind of like when we ate at your place that one time... except with, ah, you know... Less butlers. Has Soren not found his own place yet?"
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Rio leaned against the wall, gasping for breath. The heat was sapping his energy, and he'd been running for about fifteen minutes now. Looking around to try and get his bearings, he could see that he'd left the dense, packed slums behind him and had emerged into one of the slightler nicer areas. Having grown up in the poorer regions, the sight of individual houses, backyards, cars parked on driveways... it always seemed uncomfortably alien to him.
Pushing himself on, Rio tried to consider his options. He wasn't a pushover, he knew that... but he knew he was still just a kid, and there was only so much he could do. There was no way he could go back to the slums now, Slate had men everywhere there. Sleeping out on the streets was always a choice, but out here, even in the slightly more upmarket areas, he knew the cops had a zero tolerance attitude to vagrancy. And if he got caught and taken in, and they saw what he had in his bag... questions were probably going to be asked. Rio swallowed. And that was another point. What was he going to do with it all? He supposed he could always...
There was a screeching of tires behind him. Rio turned, and his heart skipped a beat. Barreling down the road towards him was a dusty black SUV. Just behind the tinted windows, he could see arms gesturing wildly - gesturing at him. Godammit! Breaking into a run again, Rio cut across the road and ran up the driveway of the single story house facing him. Dashing around the side of the property, he found himself in the backyard where a family was having dinner. Rio jumped up on the table and used it to launch himself over the back fence, ignoring the crash of plates and the family's cries of outrage as their pudding splattered on the floor. Rolling on the other side, he jogged up to reach the road opposite, looking up and down the street. There were enough properties and branching roads that he should be able to lose them easily enough. He hoped.
Setting off, his pace slowed when he came across a large, expensive blue car parked in front of one of the smaller houses that he'd seen so far. It was a convertible - and the roof was down. The boy grinned, and vaulted himself into the driver's seat. The grin faded when he saw the keys weren't left in the ignition. Rio quickly checked under the seat, in the glove compartment. Nothing. He punched the steering wheel in frustration, then looked up sharply at the sound of a rumbling engine, growing closer. Sweat dripping from him now, he pulled himself out and looked around desperately. His legs were exhausted, and he didn't think he had much much left in him. Then he noticed that the windows of the small house he was in front of were open. As quietly as he could, he made his way along the side of the house. From one of the windows, he could hear voices. Moving past it, Rio stopped at one of the windows further back, and jumped up, silently pulling himself through and landing stealthily in what turned out to be a bedroom. From outside, the noise of the engine droned on, incessantly. They were still looking. Crouching down, Rio took off his backpack and waited.
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"A white gecko? Yes, he just went up to the 15th floor. Ancient Ruins section."
The green coloured spider gecko nodded quickly, almost dismissively at the receptionist. "Thank you." She started to head towards the elevator.
"Are you helping him look for... for Torment's Cataract? I'm sorry, I tried looking for it in the system, but nothing was there. Maybe you'll have more luck."
Triste Acyle's mouth set firmly. She didn't acknowledge that the receptionist had continued talking, and kept heading to the lift. Damn it... at least I found him in time... She hammered the button for the 15th floor, and clenched her fist as the lift shot up, her short, slender body tensed. I've located him. About to make contact.
Good. Hurry. We need him as soon as possible
Triste narrowed her eyes. Affirmative. The elevator made a ding noise, and the doors slid open. Stepping out, her thin legs carried her along the corridor, to the section marked 'Ancient Ruins'. Turning off, she walked the isles, looking up and down... then stopped dead. There you are... Vergil. The gecko was bent over a table, his back to her, pouring over a large book. Triste gritted her teeth, then rearranged her features into something resembling a sympathetic expression. "Vergil?" she whispered, her voice disbelieving. She took a step towards him. "Is... is it really you?"