Trouble in Stormwind!
It started with the a simple comment to a woman’s behind as she passed by, continued with a dagger and then unnecessary stalking. Not by the girls. Ayamei always had a knack for getting into trouble, everyone knew that; she enjoyed getting under people’s skin and completely ignoring the consequences and what sort of trouble she could possibly land herself in.
This was one of those times.
Knowing full well the women were aware of her presence, she continued until the girls reached wherever their friends held up. Their Order’s hub, she assumed. The night went on as a frog was placed into the woman’s pocket with a simple letter that read “I see you”. It took every ouch of Ayamei’s strength not to expose herself through uncontrollable fits of laughter as the woman shrieked upon discovering the toad. Thankfully Stitch was nowhere to be seen, she surely would have blown her cover the moment the frog was discovered. However, the moment Stitch DID appear, it happened to be when things got heated. Aya didn’t exactly think things through, having set up the smoke bombs to ensure her safety and would have were it not for Stitch being grabbed and pulled inside.
Unable to leave her behind, she hadn’t any other option but to bust up into their HQ and retrieve her daughter. However, planned to be a lot more difficult than the initially planned. Before she knew it, thirty or so people surrounded the one and lonely Rogue. It seemed a bit unnecessary for that many people to be called in for one single woman, but they were wise in doing so. They were completely ignorant as to who she was, and -what- she was for that matter.
Still, Ayamei wasn’t a god, nor did she have superhuman abilities. She was detained in her per suite, after having taken a Stormwind Guard hostage and pressed a gun to her temple. No one moved in fear Aya would have splattered her brains across the HQ, and she would have were it not for the backup that swarmed her rear.
The freakishly tall Worgen hovered over her petite form, his own gun pressed to the back of her head. Despite it, she turned her head to peer up at him with an unimpressed expression. “I die, she dies.” Was her response. After some bickering back and forth, Aya made an unexpected and out of character decision to release the girl and make for her escape. The only way she could go was up, but it was quickly intercepted by the firing of weapons that nicked her body from behind and sent her crashing to the ground.
Cuffed and being escorted to the Stockades, the Night Mother spat insults the whole way, carrying on conversations that seemed completely unusual for her current situation and even decided to break a few noses in the process whenever someone decided to get too close to her flailing appendages. She counted each bone shattered by the back of her head, forehead and legs that hit each individual. She wasn’t going down without a fight, and didn’t until the end. Reaching the stockades, she quickly assessed her situation and noted each door that was poorly guarded. She knew her way out, and she intended to take it.
They were poorly prepared for such a thing, as she wasn’t checked for other weapons aside from the revolver she wore and used. Those who knew her, always checked her pockets first. She tends to hold various different weapons about her person, for every occasion. So the dagger that was brought from her boot quickly sliced through the bindings and released her feet. After smashing the Worgens snout with another aggressive headbutt, she was released and made way for the door. They scrambled, Demon Hunters on her tail and walls of ice making way toward the door she intended to escape from. She had only escaped with true luck, and wasted no time in rushing from the place; leaving a trail of blood in her wake. They’d surely track her, wherever she went.
This place was far more exciting then her home in Silvermoon, that was for sure. She intended to stay for awhile longer.
