Sinners & Saints is set in a near future city, Saint City. People come to Saint City for an opportunity to become great. Regardless of their professions they're all the same, trying to become a legend in their field. Bounty Hunters, Demon Hunters, even your hot dog vendor on the side of the road. A city of fifty million working its own eco system, founded on the blood of the Seraphim Accord, host to violence, demons, strip clubs and the occasional church, it is here people come to live for a while before they die a legend.
“Rather not,” she said to the offer and continued making sure he understood why, “I’ve watched people bunker up an once others find out it paints em as a target. Stay in one place t’ long and he’ll have the Choppers kicking down doors an’ selling you off or kill in’ ya.”
Just because something seemed safe didn’t mean it would remain, she learned the hard way nearly getting captured after hiding in a basement for weeks until the Scabs tried to take her to their compound, lord knows what they’d of done to her had she not set up an exit plan and gotten to safety.
"Well it's here if you ever need a place to lay your head." He replied, solid reasoning the only time they really used these bug out places was to rest before missions or scout areas hence why most of them were upper levels of buildings most of the time. It was honestly much more touch and go for him, he didn't exactly have the luxury of staying in one place for longer than a couple days given how the group still thought he was a high priority target to Umbrella despite it being at least two and a half years since they'd encountered any forces that even seemed like they might have ties to the company.
He flicked the half a cigarette over the rooftop, "I'm here until I get confirmation about something I saw earlier at the compound we passed. But feel free to stay however long or short you want."
"ah'm not sure when ah'll be leavin," she said looking over the rooftop, there wasn't much in the way of her going somewhere now, but she wanted the rest before she set off on her own again, "this isn' my style. Too flashy an' the risk o' dying is increased seven fold given how you operate. Cute n' all but dangerous for me health."
Riley looked back toward the city buildings looking at the damage done to them over the years from the fighting in the city, "it's only a matter o' time before I check out but I'd like it t' be on my own terms at least. Not because o' a wild card."
"That's fine." He replied rubbing his forehead before leaning back in his lawn chair. He seemed completely inattentive, like his mind was on something else entirely. That was the first, being referred to as a wild card or flashy. He didn't exactly care, his original goal was to help her out and get her a gun and some ammo. The fact that the pair got stalked by some rednecks that apparently didn't much care how much ammo they were wasting or what attention they were drawing was a total coincidence.
Truth was he was more concentrated on what exactly might have wiped out that compound and where was it? The fact that whatever happened there was so close to this place worried him. Maybe they were operating too frequently in the city and it was starting to draw unwanted attention. "I'm told it's more so polite to offer." He finally replied getting up from the chair, "Honestly you normies are complicated." He spoke absent mindedly as he moved towards the building, it was his turn to use the bathroom.
"Y' say normies as if yer some sort o' weirdo," Riley said as he began moving away from her, "yer jus' reckless and good at what y' do. Ah'm not gonnae be able t' keep up an' ye'll probably be fine becos yer good at it. Ah've survived on dumb luck an' plenty o' hiding and slow moving. Yeh'v survived on talent."
She didn't mean anything she said as an insult but she imagined it didn't sound like she was praising him either. Riley was also speaking from a place of shock to some degree, she hadn't been through that much action since the start of the outbreak.
"I get what you're saying." He replied just as he entered the small building. He took care of his business pretty quickly and then used the bucket of water to help flush the toilet before using what was left to was his hands. He grabbed the bucket as well as a few bottles of water from the fridge, the only real liquid that didn't go back when the power was out for however long someone wasn't here and the generator was out. He came from the building and tossed a water bottle to her, then went about going to the rain barrel and refilling the bucket.
Once he was done with that chore and went back into the building for a minute before he returned, to the table and cracked open his water bottle. "As per you're previous statement, I am kind of a weirdo." He replied sitting back in his chair, "Not like cannibal rapist weirdo or wearing the flesh of the undead weirdo." He sat up for a minute looking at her confused for a moment, "Wait a minute, you are actually oblivious aren't you? You're not actually playing?"
He smirked a bit out of sheer realization, relief and another feeling he couldn't quiet describe washed over him. "So like, you didn't see what happened to the fire escape ladder, didn't get the tad bit curious when I lifted you like you were a toddler, or that I made a jump up a wall that usually takes two people to do... And you're also telling me you didn't see anything that happened with the truck and the rednecks?"
"Why should I of been paying attention t' ye rather than me own arse?"
She sat the water bottle he threw to her down and left it sit, "busy worrying about what was at th' bottom o' the ladder, ah'm pretty light, the parkour shite was impressive, an' no, I pissed me pants and was too busy worrying about getting eaten than worrying about th' truck. Gotta worry about meself than wot some'n else can do. Wouldn' o' noticed shite had y' not said nothin'. Doesn' matter t' me either."
Riley finally sat down at the table, she imagined it was time to at least be pleasant now that there was safety and room to breath, she was still shaking a bit but that was just the nerves.
He let out a long and loud laugh and slumped back in his seat. "Wow, I mean usually at this point I have to go into this long winded explanation and try and get the person to not freak the hell out and have to answer like a million questions at this point." He let out a contented sighed and wiped his eye because he'd been laughing so hard. "And here you are probably the only person in this town that doesn't give a fuck. God that's fantastic actually not even being an asshole about it." He let out a chuckle before taking a drink of his water.
He finally slid out of his over coat that he'd been wearing all day and stretched before rubbing the tricep of his tattooed arm. His stomach gurgled and he groaned for a minute before getting up, "You hungry? I'm starving, again." He asked before headed back to the building.
"Why should I care if y' can do all o' that crazy shite? Ah'm all about surviving as long as I can t' see th' end or find some sort of safety t' enjoy what time I 'ave left."
The mention of food turned her stomach almost immediately, "Ah'm starvin'. Been surviving off candy bars an' stale chips. Can't remember th' last meal I actually had that was hot... No... I can..... It was a steak I nicked off a raider an' cooked it in a dark motel bathroom usin' the toilet as a grill. Set th' fuckin motel on fire accidentally too but th' steak was good."
"I can't promise stake but it's food though." He replied just as he got to the door of the building and slipped inside. He came out with two MRE bags and two more bottles of water. He set them on the table and opened them, "Beef stroganoff or jumbo?" He asked looking over the stuff laying out the brown packets and sealed food stuff as well as the two clear bags and everything that went into it. "Don't eat that tho," He pointed to a specific packet set aside, they were the crackers or hardtac or whatever, either way they were gross and inedible.
He went about cracking open the waters and pouring them into the plastic bags along with the gumbo and beef stroganoff and setting them aside to cook before grabbing the orange tang packets that came with the meal and pouring them into the water bottles and shaking them up before passing her one.
"Y' don't eat Hardtac as a meal, mind if I take it? Stuff like that last forever an' can keep you from bein' hungry when y' can't scav properly," she said, "ah'll take whichever you don' want. Not picky when it comes t' hot food. At this point ah'm startin' to understand the cannibals."
She watched him set up the meals and took the orange drink he passed to her and set it next to her un-opened water, it was a trend of hers in the end of days to save as much as she could until she absolutely needed it, "I'd eat a raw steak at this point n' me life, least it wouldn't be salted lays that were as hard as hardtac."
He waved his hands towards the hardtac passing them across the table to her. "True that." He replied passing her the beef stroganoff, it wasn't bad in fact it was the better of the two as far as these things were concerned. "Wouldn't be so bad if whatever is causing this didn't infect plants and animals too." He muttered, he was told in his youth as to why they couldn't just hunt for food like with deer and shit, about how the infection didn't just stay with humans but it cross infected literally everything it came in contact with. At least the previous virus did, this new one was still very much a mystery as far as how impactful it was to other species. He had however seen a few infected dogs once which lead him to believe it was similar.
He finally opened his bag letting the steam out from it before pulled the MRE out of the bag and taking out his knife to cut it open and mixing it together a bit better before wiping his knife on his pant leg and sheathing it. The knife itself was rather absurd, looking more similar to a shrunken sword in length than a much more common knife. Swiping one of the plastic forks that came with the package he dug into his, having lived off of these things most of his life he didn't even react as he chewed and swallowed each bite.
She opened hers and took a fork to it shoveling it into her mouth and immediately rolled her eyes, it wasn't remotely as pleasant as normal food but it was a thousand times better than ANYTHING she had eaten in the last year. She considered the last real meal she had was when she was kidnapped by bandits and they gave her a tray of rice with shredded Pidgeon, it was disgusting but still better than starving.
"Fook me runnin'," she said taking another few bites, "I know ah'm exaggerating a bit but this is th' best thing ah've eaten in a long fuckin' time."
It took her less than two minutes to finish her food off before she leaned back in her chair and let out a gasp having basically ran out of breath while eating, "Christ Ry, take a fookin' breath."
He watched her literally vacuum her food down before going back to his, the poor girl must've been starved to considering this that good. Personally though he'd never actually had real food, the row's food vendor's, while their stuff did smell appetizing; he never really trusted half of it so he usually just ate what he scavenged or an MRE, it was enough calories to keep him through the day especially if he didn't use his powers like he did today.
"You must not've really eaten for a few weeks huh?" He asked before going back to his food and taking a sip of his tang drink.
Riley basically one shot her drink a moment later, she sat there leaning back and rubbed her stomach as if that was going to help settle it, "last warm food I had was bout a week ago. Watched a man an' his daughter get ripped apart by a big lizard monster and dragged into th' sewers."
She pointed out her backpack, "was the daughters, she was carryin' around a couple cans o' beef stew. Ate good that night, rest o' th' week has been bags o' bullshite an' whatever canned veggies I can find. Gets old always lookin' fer a meal."
"Wait go back..." He said standing up from his meal and racing into the building before coming out and with a map folded in half and a marker. He laid the map out on the table and handed her the marker, pointing to the map, "Lizard monster, where?" He asked before shaking his head and taking a moment, "Sorry, where was it, this Hunter attack happened?" He asked a little more thoughtfully before, granted while they might not do anything about said hunter attack or even a potential pack that might be in the area, the information might help for getting a message to people like Jet who can get word out of where exactly to stay away from.