Arc focused as best she coud on her driving, allowing herself the slightest smirk of admirational amusement at the old she-ork's quick and violent tongue, subtly shaking her head in surprise at some of the words. The derision and the beratement were slow to wear on her, simply responding to each criticism without a word, though as they approached Godra's "home", one could notice that her jaw had been set, her motions having just a bit of rough tension to them as she helped them up. It was clear she needed the smoke while they took care of business. In the distance, she spotted the huge blissedout troll, raising a brow.
There's street trash, and then there's comic street trash...frag, I didn't think the latter existed. She practically choked on ash when Duck clocked her in the jaw, hearing the solid hit from where she sat.
"Dayumm..." she mouthed as they started to head back, dusting off her smoke and smashing the butt with her heel on the ground and helping them into the car.
She raised a brow as Duck got in the passenger seat...a first in her brief knowing of him. Shrugging it off, she drove off without a word, the resultant comm steeling her nerves as she acknowledged it with a brief nod. During the drive, she only did one thing that wasn't drive, and that was silently sending off a message...to the Howler head, Lupo, giving him the pleasure of a persona message..
<<Message to: Lupo
<<Hoi. Heard you all had a party last night. Went out with a real bang. Heard the murders kept coming though. So if you don't want me to spread around what kind of fraggin' blowhard yahoos y'all really are, we need to talk. I'm lookin' for a story that needs tellin', and I"m willin' to even offer a null on all dues y'all have neglected to pay me if it's good. Hell, I might even lend ya's a chance of fraggin' redemption, as if you deserved it. You know how to reach me~Sending that off, she stopped the car outside Zip's place, watching the proud she-ork leave. Frowning, she stared until she was out of side before slowly pulling away, waiting for Duck to break the silence...
After a few blocks, Duck lets out an audible sigh of relief, turns to Arc and says, "Holy fucking shit, that was rough! Ok, now we're going back to your place to change clothes before it's time to meet the shark. But first..." He reaches into the inside pocket of his blazer, removes a spliff and lights it. After hitting it a couple times, he offers it to Arc. "You fraggin KILLED it back there, girl! Master of the theater, you are! I owe you somethin HUGE!"
She paused for a bit, eyeing the spliff. To date, she has always turned down his Zen, but after having to hold her tongue for that extended amount of time had put her more than a little on edge, any quick glance from the ork would notice that.
"nnh...ah what the hell, frag it~" Taking the spliff, she put it to her lips and hit the Zen, breathing deep and holding the smoke in for a second, feeling the burn before letting it out in a puff of smoke, coughing a few times. She blushed a little at his praise, smirking and easing back into her seat, taking another puff before passing the spliff back. She blinked slowly, feeling the gentle haze of the Zen come over her as she rounded a corner, driving easy.
"heh...Frag, Skraacha, it's null sweat. Least I could do to help out a chummer, and don't give me no drek about it, wiz? Also..remind me not to ever piss of your mama, or family for that matter...Frag, she can talk. What was that she was saying about a decomposing pile of afterbirth, thrice regurgitated by devil rats only to be smothered in two-year-old ghoul drek?!"She laughed, heartily with Duckdown as the drove, the short stocky human's growling stomach interrupting their banter as she blushed again, grinning.
"Hold up, quick stop before home...my treat, and I ain't hearing no arguments from you, aight omae?" Diverting through traffic, she pulled up to a local Nukit Burgers, ordering more than a decent helping for the both of them and paying casually with her credstick. She turned to Duck after hearing some comment of her rather...unusual choice of grub for a girl, to which she gave a punch to the arm.
"Hoi, you expected a salad? What do yeh fraggin' take me for, some dandelion-chomping keeb?" She winked, grabbing the bag of greasy, vaguely reminiscent of meat-like chow and tossing it to him.
Along the drive home, with the sound of the five-o-clock rush approaching, she gave a little sigh, recalling the message Red sent.
"hoi...I gots some new info, omae. That breeder Red mentioned of some incident what happened just a month before the fraggin' murders started...some kinda violent act, left a little girl survived. Now get this: she was laughing uncontrollably the whole while. Ain't got nothin' more than that, but if there's violence in this 'hood, you and I both know the Ancients have a good chance of knowin' it. Drek, if they didn't take part. What do you think, your contact with them might know stuff?" Listening to his thoughts, she rounded a corner, approaching home.
[Arc's Garage Home, Barrens,Seattle. 5:18 PM]Upon arrival to her home, Arc pulled up into her garage, shifting it to park and killing the engine automatically. Scratching the back of her head, she got out of the car and led Duckdown inside.
"Aight...think we got some time, so uh..frag it, make yourself at home, I'ma go change.." Upon entering her living room, she smacked her head at the clutter she left...she wasn't used to company. Hastily shoving debris off her couch, she distractedly strode off to her room, casually tugging her blouse up off her without realizing Duck may have been right behind her before disappearing behind a closed door. Whoops. Better blame the Zen.