Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: *It is odd... tee shirt. Jeans. Nothing he is afraid of losing. The gun harness is over his jean jacket, lying to the side. He throws a few test punches. Intimidating in his size, if not behaviour.*

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: He shows up to the warehouse at 11:15, a good 45 minutes before the scheduled time, and slips inside. The man is dressed in straight black. Trench coat covering the black button-down shirt, the slacks, and the steel-toed boots. The man has a bit of a crouch to him...this is not your mother's Aerin Thomas, that's for damn sure. His hair is pulled back from his face in a tight ponytail, narrowed eyes scanning the place as he shuts the door, moving more like a hunter then a healer.

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: *Fists clenched, he remains on the balls of his feet. Always a hunter, though more bear than fox. More strength than craft. It is later that he arrives, if Aerin gets there at 11:15. Closer to 11:45 for him. Fifteen minutes is early enough. His eyes are dark, as he opens the door. Clearly expecting to be the first one there.*

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: Somewhere in the middle of the abandoned warehouse is a stain. Dark and red, the concrete colored the tint of a mutual lover's lifeblood. Faded, but not gone. Never gone. Whoever it is didn't seem to take the time to clean him up.

Aerin waits at the side of the door for Joshua to enter, having chosen a vantage point where he can watch, yet not be seen immediately. When the door is pulled open, his hand wraps around something, raising it in the air and taking aim with cold eyes and a stone expression.

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: d10: Dex+Stealth (WP): 3,3,3,10,

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: d10: per+alert: 8,8,4,9,8,

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: *He is near distracted by the blood there, and his head swivels. His eyes widening, and furious.*

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: He holds as he sees Joshua, and sees the man's eyes fall on him. He nods slightly, lowering the weapon. "Joshua." He smirks a little bit, expression calm. Relaxed, even in the face of the other's fury. "Glad to see you could make it." The weapon is tossed aside, making a metal clatter on the concrete.

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: You think I wouldn't? *His eyes follow it, with a scowl.* Were you planning to shoot me when I walked in to avoid a fight? And you call me a coward.

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: He snorts. "Please...don't flatter yourself. I've got a lot more people that want to kill me then you, Coil." He steps away from his hiding spot, moving sideways, step over step, shoulders hunched a little. Those cold green eyes locked on the bigger man's form as he calls for protection from Luna.

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: d10: Lunas Armor: 6,4,5,

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: *The odd sound that escapes from his throat, almost a growl. Again, his eyes look over to the stain in the warehouse. He looks... sad. And then back to Aerin, as he takes a step back, holding his fists up. No more words.*

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: He pulls his trench coat off...the shoulder holster (with Glock) follows, both items falling to the floor next to the first gun. Man's travelling double-armed these days, it seems. "To submission, or otherwise?" His eyes have gone nowhere NEAR the stain. He takes a ready stance.

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: I don't intend to stop, Aerin, *he says calmly.*

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: The name Joshua uses draws a sound as close as human forms can approximate to a snarl from the man. "Of all fucking people, I'd hope YOU would be the one to not call me that." His chin lifts. "Come, then."

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: d10: Init: 6,

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: ((14))

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: d10: Initative plus six: 5,

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: ((11))

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: *He has not shifted, and it seems, he does not intend to. He wants to remember this. He moves quickly, perhaps surprisingly for a man of his bulk. His punch comes quickly, with effortlessness.*

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: ((1 Rage spent)) He waits there, ready to dodge the first blow...whatever may be coming.

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: d10: dex+brawl: 8,8,10,9,10,5,9,

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: d10: Specialty: 6,6,

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: ((Holy shit.))

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: d10: Dex+Dodge: 2,8,4,4,7,

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: d10: Soak: 2,9,

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: d10: Dam: 6,10,8,7,6,9,3,4,7,

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: *Infuriated, he slams his fist into Jeremy's jaw. The crach of muscle, of bone, sinew, the absolute fury of an animal follows him through. He's been practicing. Hard.*

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: One punch, solidly connecting, and Aerin goes flying, spinning a couple times almost dramatically before he hits the ground, right near the stain. Knocked silly in a single blow.

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: d10: WP: 3,8,9,6,

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: *He breathes deeply, and looks, as the catharsis of the single punch. His eyes narrowed. And he pauses.* She said not to kill you, *he growls.* She told me not to. *he draws closer. And picks up the unconscious man by his shirt, to drag him home.*

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: d10: A WP: 8,6,6,8,10,10,

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: d10: J WP: 3,10,5,3,1,9,

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: He groans as his shirt is yanked, blood falling from his mouth in a trickle. Eyes half-open, not yet congizant of their surroundings. He has a vague sense of the movement, little else. "Wha..." He hacks, choking on the blood dripping into his throat. More stains for the floor.

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: *He drags him, by the shirt. Out of the warehouse. He scowls, furiously down at the man.* This is not a fight, *he growls.* Aria would have not been pleased with me to kill a downed enemy.

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: He looks up at the man, blinking as daylight shines down on his face. "Joshua..?" His brow furrows, confusion having taken root. "Fight...I...what the fuck...?" Maybe the punch knocked him silly or something. A hand comes up to shield his eyes, Head lifting with a pained groan to look around.

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: *He drops him, outside the warehouse.* You challenged me, *he grunts.* Because I called Ethan a whore.

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: A hissing sound of pain as he hits the ground, grabbing around his ribs with a wince. "I...you called Ethan a what?" Fresh anger there...new anger. He rolls onto his side, then his stomach, slowly pushing himself at to his knees. He looks up at Joshua, glaring. "He's got...he's got nothing to do...you called him a...dammit, can't you just hate me and leave him alone?"

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: He didn't hear me. Relax. I was in lupus. I said it to offend you. *He snorts.* And then you called me a coward. See? I showed up. Not a coward.

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: "When..." A hand raises to his jaw, touching gingerly, then shooting away. Yeah, that hurts. He sinks back to sit on his ankle, causing another groan of pain. "What the fuck did you DO to me?"

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: I punched you, *he says with a nod.* I was hoping you would last, long enough to shift, but you fell down.

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: "What, did you punch me with a cheese grater? And in the entire fucking BODY?" He pushes himself slowly to his feet, then falls back against the side of the building, legs shaking a little bit. He looks around, blinking. "Where are we?"

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: ((falls back to LEAN against the side of the building))

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: Outside of the warehouse where Micah died. I thought it fitting. That he watch me kick your ass.

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: His eyes shoot to Joshua, going wide. Disbelief, that the man could possibly be this cold. Unadulterated anguish there...horror even. "This is..." He looks back at the warehouse and staggers away from it like it's burning hot suddenly, falling to a knee. "This is it?" he asks quietly, looking at the door.

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: *He nods.* This is it. *He looks down to Aerin. Yes. So cold.* You got pissed that I called you Aerin. I finally fucking remembered, and you got MAD at me.

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: "I don't..." He shakes his head, still staring at the door. He didn't know where it was. From the horrified, perversely fascinated expression on his face, he hever wanted to see it. It's the kind of look you see on the face of the horror movie characters who see the place their long-murdered parents died. "I don't remember that," he murmurs, distractedly. "Thank you for getting it right."

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: I didn't kill you because she didn't want you to die. That was IT, Aerin, *he growls.*

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: He nods a little bit. "I know." A swallow, and he gives a deeper nod. "Damn her." He draws himself slowly to his feet, moving with slow steps toward the door.

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: Yes. Damn her, *he says, a little coldly.* Go home to your whore. Remember that you are one. A rose is a rose, no matter what you call it.

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: "No." He shakes his head, reaching out with a trembling hand to turn the knob. He pulls the door open, wincing at the effort. "A whore is a person. I'm a fucking monster, Joshua. And you may be the only one who sees it." He looks back at the large man, eyes wavering. Weak and vulnerable. He can't manage to meet the other's gaze...his eyes drop to the floor, and he turns back to step inside.

Joshua Coil [2/25/06]: *He actually waits outside. Perhaps a bit of emotion on his face. He doesn't look back in. Letting the man spend time in there, before he finally walks away.*

Jeremy Thomas [The Micah Warehouse; 2/25/06]: The door shuts behind him. It will be a long time before he steps back out.