Gee, this was a pain. First, he counted his lucky stars. Draculad had spent way too much time running away from Jetclaw, ducking into this unsuspecting coffee shop. Sure, didn't intend to sit here while this fight went on. But the article on recent cryptid sightings was too good. He would have been entranced with it, had he also not been pinned against the window by his own fear. For being Bloodyrondo's twin, the pair looked nothing alike. Draculad kept his light blonde hair short, ends just barely brushing against his ears, bangs swept to the side. It was definitely dyed, but the blue eyes were real. His clothes were simple enough; jeans, tennis shoes, and a t-shirt hidden underneath a lettermen jacket.

It was his old high school one, so how he went unnoticed in the coffee shop was a mystery. Behind sunglasses, he watched the whole thing. Not particularly interested in stepping in to help either party and really just minding his own business. He knew enough about the League from his cousin. They'd take what the wanted and then leave. And there was little love lost for Draculad if they did. When Jetclaw came, he only pulled the newspaper up further, rubbing a hole through it and still watching. Slowly, Draculad stood up. He couldn't get by the front way, so he slowly began to move towards the counter, the weight of his pistol in the holster slowly growing.

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Another day, another shift. Berry tied her apron on and slapped herself a couple times on the cheeks. Sure, she didn't care about coffee, but a job was a job. Course, it was in Sun territory when she had no affiliation with any of the gangs out here. Not even thinking about the weird noise, she stepped out. "Hi, welcome to Coff-- ee. EE!" The place was a mess, blood was everywhere. And a bunch of people were fighting. Oh, what was she supposed to do? She was a new hire but even Nikko appeared to get caught up in it. Now how was she supposed to handle this? It was far too loud, especially when the red head noticed a man rapidly walking towards her and just as fast past her. "HeeeEEEeeeey, help me out here!!"

Berry flushed at the command, letting Draculad go past her now. Every. Single. One? Sure, they were popular and went fast, specially when she was at the register and recommended them with a wink and a small bounce of her chest. But this was entirely different. Where was this guy usually? She needed more business like this. "Right away, sir." Berry spun on her heel, slipping further into the back and beginning to get the cinnamon rolls together. She even threw them into the oven to warm them up and put the icing on the oven to warm it up.

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Something in her voice made him stop, made Draculad look back and see the complete mess of the shop. Of his brother arguing with Lucistic and Nikko on the ground. Of the mess that was Sen and Jetclaw's fight that he didn't even want to touch. Fine, he'll help once. As Bloody kept Lucistic distracted, Moonlit kneeled down next to Nikko. Quickly working his hands into the speaker, he managed to pry them apart from Nikko's head.

She could feel the blood on her hand after a moment, the warmth heating her fingers beneath the gloves while she was still looking at Jetclaw. "I hope you're happy that you've more than likely caused the death of your own gangmate because of your inability to keep yourself calm." Sen's voice was deadpan as she just barely glanced back at Dusky, her suspicions confirmed as she saw the blood pooling on the ground. "You have two choices now. Either you continue to fight, and his death is certain, or you surrender now, and maybe we get him some help back in the League, though there's no guarantees. Choose wisely, won't you?" The Proxy raised her voice then, throwing it over to where Lucistic and Bloodyrhondo were. "That goes for you too, mister cultist-who-picks-fights-he-can't win. Duskslayer is dying, and you can either stop fighting to keep him alive 'till Luc and I get us all back to Instinct, I know you have the medical training to help out for a bit, or, you let him bleed out here and now, and his mom in the Regime is going to come and kill us all. And if you think that's an exaggeration, clearly, you haven't met Shule, or seen the technology those militants possess. Tick tock, you have thirty seconds max to make a decision."

Though she didn't seem to be worried, Senescence had a seriousness to her that was strange. Maybe that was because she was telling the truth. If Dusky died, Shule would come, and she would execute each and every one of them. Oh, and despite the fact that Luc and her had basically taken on a five vs two, and were doing well... Sen could all but guarantee their chances of survival were near zero if this outcome occurred. Though Luc would know that, the rest, maybe not.

Regardless, she turned halfway from Jet, pinching the wire at the base of Dusky's neck and already beginning to unwind it. Whether or not they assumed he was doomed, she now needed this wire off her to fight properly. And that meant unwinding it, which would take about as long as she'd given them to make a choice.

Bloodyrondo was a little surprised at how quickly everyone sprang up to help him with Duskslayer considering the ones being most helpful were the ones who wounded his patient. Those League folks were the worst kind of hypocrites. Then again, they may have given warning, and Bloody may have egged this all on, but.... it still wasn't his fault and that, at least, was final, "Yeah, Nikko, go ahead and grab the painkillers." He responded while he dug through the first-aid kit. It was mostly band-aids and alcohol wipes but there were a few things that would be useful: an instant cold pack, a small bottle of saline and some butterfly stitches. He gave Sen a suspicious glare but also accepted her supplies as well.

"This is probably gonna hurt," The daywalker said as he slowly removed the strip of his shirt from Dusky's neck. He immediately put some gauze over it which did a much better job of soaking up the blood. After a couple of minutes he removed and discarded the gauze then flushed the wound with a generous amount of saline, wiping excess away as he went, and positively soaking Dusky's already blood-soaked shirt in the process. This was the first clean look that Bloody had had at the wound and he could tell that it was in fact still bleeding. No time to panic right now, though. He sent a prayer up to the Sun God, stuffed a little gauze into the wound, applied several butterfly stitches and wrapped the wound with more gauze. Next he activated the ice pack and pressed it firmly against Dusky's neck before holding it in place with the elastic bandage. This was as good as it was going to get without proper supplies but at least the blood didn't seem to be seeping through just yet.

"Whoever carriers him out needs to keep his head below his knees." Bloody said, looking back at his captors. He would like to be the one to carry him but he doubted that the League rats would let him, "And be extra careful to hold his neck steady."  Now that it was over he realized that he was shaking. This was definitely the most dangerous wound that he had ever had to dress. He was fairly confident that he had done a good job, but it wasn't like anyone here was going to give him praise for it, and it hardly changed his own situation much. This just sucked. And where was Nikko? He looked around before remembering he had sent his friend off to get those painkillers. Oh, that's right.

An adrenaline booster. They were great to use as a last resort for someone going into shock, although he had only ever used to to treat clanmates suffering from allergic reactions. Bloodyrondo hesitated but took the shot from Lucsitic's hand in hurried but smooth motion. The first thing he did was wipe it against his jacket as if it were dirty and then slipped it into his pocket. He was sure it was out of date and was suspicious that it may not be epinephrin at all. He hoped he wouldn't have to use it. That being said, he did feel a little more comfortable knowing it was there.

"Dude, stop standing so close to me. I've never been afraid of catching crazy but I'm pretty sure extended periods of time with you would drive anyone mad." Bloody said to Luc and stood up, very nearly knocking Nikko over in the process. He grabbed his friend by the shoulder before he fell. That sure would have been ugly: He wouldn't have been able to break his fall with his hands and would have landed right on his face. Or, worse, Dusky's face, "Sorry, Nikko." He said loudly. He didn't know how much the barista could hear so he just raised his volume when addressing him, "Your ears must hurt, right? Take some." He said this while gesturing to the bottle and pointing at Nikko, "Dusky's too out of it to really need them now anyway. We'll give him some in the car if he starts fussing."

Bloodyrondo returned his attention to Lucsitic, "I'm shocked that you take me as such a coward. Only reason I didn't put you in your place already is because you have leverage over me. If it was one on one - with none of your stupid toys - you wouldn't stand a chance!"

Bloodyrondo gave Lucistic a bewildered expression. If looks could speak, it would have probably said 'Can you believe this guy?', but the redhead himself kept his mouth shut for once. He quickly repacked the med kit and shoved it in his jacket pocket and then carefully put his hands beneath Duskslayer's shoulders. He lifted his head up very slowly, care to keep his neck as still as possible, and stood up. Bloody did not need to crouch at all; Lucistic was so tall that if both of them stood at full heigh and carried Duskslayer at chest level, his knees rested comfortably above his head.

This felt really weird. You know, Bloody actually helping his captor capture him and his friends. But what choice did he have, really?

"I can't believe I'm doing this..." 

Senescence could have just let Luc pocket Nikko's bribe and then killed the lot of them anyway and fed them to Innocentia, but to be quite honest, there were better people out there to make a meal out of. Bloody, in particular, was probably pretty bitter. So she'd just promised Inno that she'd find someone else for her dinner and if she had any particular preference, to send her a picture and whatever info she could find, and the Internal Affairs Proxy would go out later and pick them up, plus some food not made out of other people for herself, most likely.

Currently, she was laying on her stomach legs bent at the knees and lazily resting against the wall as she dug straight down. She had a bucket of water in case anything went wrong. "That sounds a lot like a you problem." Sen responded blandly as she broke into a cave and swiveled around, looking for mobs. "You made the choice, at least you can say you died fashionably."