He reacted to yazi arrival. "You feel this? She is in here somewhere. Do you know how to identify her? " He asked hopefully since he didn't had much time to be briefed before racing over here. "I need to ask death what to do. Wait i have an idea."
As a messenger he could send stuff using other means. He used one that would sure not go unoticed. A Big boulder with 150 kg straight into limbo with a message for death.
" I'm not a big fan of being counted down friend, and numbers ain't my specialty. You could dodge two bottles but how good are you at dodging hundreds of bullets? You're counting yourself down and I'm giving you a chance to stop and talk..." As he saw the hammer being cocked on that hand cannon, his confidence rose up like it always did closer to his death. The scar on his face had indeed killed him a long time ago. He was closer to either understanding what happened to him or preventing it from happening again.
Staring at the mist he just waited to see if that dark Shadow would return, or if it would just leave his associate to deal with the issue at hand. He spoke again this time with a softer voice. " I have more interest in what happened in there than you can imagine. Can you get your friend back? He took something I most definitely need to talk to. " As he tough about the combination of Bast and what seemed to be a result similar to him and the bonus of the creator of it all...
He couldn't quite understand why he was being singled out. He whispered under his breath "Why me kid? I was the one who tried to prevent this from happening to you. Now I don't even know what you are...I'm sorry...". He watched as the kid poured his eyes out, so angry at what had been done to him, or maybe because they were successful, he couldn't quite tell...
The realization came to him like it had many times before, in a surge of rage and fury that didn't show outwards, hence the nickname Efigy, but it always troubled him. When a job needs doing, he just wouldn't be able to stop himself from doing it. And this one was giving him mixed feelings.
Like they've dealt with things like this before, fire always ended up being a pretty definitive solution, followed by some beers at the local bar afterward to remove the feeling of a heavy conscience.
He decided maybe this case would be different. The guy in the chair would not be spared but maybe the kid could be. He raised his voice to the kid "Hey kid, how are you feeling...? You are safe now...I ain't much for killing cats and kids but black magic folks always get on the wrong end of my gun..."
He was contemplating this scene from his own trailer a bit south. People called him Efigy for his ability to barely move for hours. As a firm advocate against using the dark arts, he was also very much in favor of saving human lives...which placed in at a conundrum...should I get involved? Seeing the kid so blatantly losing his chances of a clean getaway made up his mind. Youngsters are the future right? Even when the future does not look good it still needs youngsters in it. And it needed this one. So calmly he got in sight, closer to the kid as the furry cat thing kept drawing everyone's attention and sights for that matter. He didn't particularly like being on target sights more than anyone else. The pointy end is the wrong end to be when you face a weapon...
"Psst kid? Slowly over here..." As Drew looked pale and frozen in place.
"Cmon I ain't got all day move it!"....Drew came to his senses and now hidden behind the north wall of the trailer they saw heads turning slowly to where the kid was.
trying to order the list but not possible (would be useful) filter players by age is also useful as a person with my age and same xanax would be a formidable chain opponent and respect target.