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Post by Kuma on Jul 2, 2016 2:19:24 GMT
1 Week ago – Oberman Trading Company Offices - Berlin
-No! No! No! - A short man, balding and dressed in a three piece suit, smashed his fist against a wooden desk. – We can’t allow this! I just want to run a business and I don’t need a group of isolationist wichsers to rain on my parade. - The short and stocky man kicked a paper bin, that flew across the carpet until it fell and rolled until a wall stopped it. –A bunch of idiots led by a hure! – His ugly and wrinkled face was red like a tomato, as he huffed, having difficulties to breath. He was sweating, big moist stains under his armpits, going even through the jacket and around his engorged neck, rolls of fat hanging over the shirt’s tight neck, closed by a tacky blue tie. The man was Adolf Oberman, second generation owner of the Oberman Trading Company. His father was a very talented Wizard who dedicated his last years to the study and invention of magical artifacts. Adolf was keener on selling those inventions and making a mint.
-Who the hell heard about those idiots in Draiochta! A bunch of retrograde depps! Putting their “sacred forest” in front of the progress.- Finally his rage seemed to die out as he loosened his tie and roughly opened his shirt upper 3 buttons, almost ripping them. Adolf fell on his chair puffing air and crossing his arms. In front of his desk a young woman dressed in office attire, sporting glasses, heels and her hair in a bun was holding a folder and started talking as soon the redness slowly melted away from her boss’ face. –Sir, as much as it pains us they do have a legitimate claim over the lands, we should be grateful they bought our explanation about an accidental breach of their frontiers.- Adolf’s secretary, Ms. Schwarzwald, explained the situation with the help of a map she carried on a clipboard, pointing the area they had been chopping down Ghyfrin trees to get their precious wood, high grade material to transmit magical powers.
-I know… I know… still these kinds of meetings only end up in loses for us the entrepreneurs, the ones trying to take the Hidden World from the Dark Ages.- Adolf made a paper ball, crumpling it with frustration clearly displayed by his every action and threw it were his paper bin used to be. The sound of paper bouncing against the carpet made him look down, his eyes stretching into tiny hateful slits. –We should be preparing the defense and propositions so we could in the future, after paying some tribute, keep cutting the trees we need.- Adolf sighed and turned around on his chair, gesturing at Schwarzwald to leave, talking in a defeated tone. –Go, start up with that, I’m going to prepare for our impending doom.- The secretary abandoned the room, closing the door as she left. Once her footsteps vanished Oberman turned around, with a frantic look on his eyes, and grabbed the phone as he muttered. –Impending doom my ass, I’m going to make them fear me, like they should, backwater hicks.-
-You know you owe me one… don’t try to squirm your way out of it.- Adolf talked to the interlocutor on the other side of the phone with roguish familiarity, the kind that only comes when to equally morally bankrupt individuals team up. –I don’t care what you’re doing or who is looking into you, just post a bounty on the puissant prince of the piss poor country that is suing me. They need to learn a lesson, they can’t stop the progress.- Adolf nervously tapped his desk, as the man in the other side of the line explained. –I don’t fucking care, just do it, put 5 millions and just pass the word for the big boys, I don’t want fucking amateurs dealing with this, understood? It has to be a clean hit, like the one in Thailand last year, those monks didn't know what fucked them over.- The Owner of the Oberman Company waited for the affirmative reply and hanged up the phone. The Prince of the Draiochta didn’t know who he was messing with.
30 minutes ago – Arata Island – East Harbor
A young man dressed in a suit was waiting for the first boat of the day to arrive, bringing the bodyguards he hired on it. Even under the blistering tropical sun he didn’t seem to be fazed, not a single drop of sweat could be seen on his skin or his clothing, curiously enough under him there was a large puddle of sweat, as if he was. This man is George Hastewell, an agent for M1:13, the British Hidden World Organization that organized the meeting that would happen later this day. Anybody with a hint of magical heritage would easily see through his disguise, he was using a Glamour Spell in a necklace to hide his true form, as he was a genetic experiment, mixing the DNA of mythological Wolves with humans, thus he had a werewolf like appearance, with large fangs, bluish-grey fur and big orange eyes.
Hopefully the bodyguards had taken the same boat and were already arriving, because the heat was killing the Fur-Covered Agent. –For the love of god and everything that is holy, please, please get here.- George muttered while he walked under the short roof of the shack at the start of the dock. The young prince was already in the resort and each moment they wasted was another moment he could get injured or worse and cause an international catastrophe, everything under George’s watch.
10 minutes ago – East of Arata Island – Ferry
A rackety boat, with a noisy engine spewing noxious clouds of badly burnt fuel vapors advanced over the waves like a drunk staggering towards his house after a night of heavy drinking. Sitting in a small and cheap plastic chair, tapped to the wall with duct tape, Garo Takayama tried to fight the nausea brought by the sway of the ferry over the waves. Hopefully they would arrive soon enough, as his keen eyesight allowed him to notice the island as they closed in. Still this wasn’t the best kind of job, especially when he had to share it with others. Still the direct focus of his mistrust was Sid Renen, who was once his student in Inazuma Gakuen, before he resigned to pursue a more active line of work.
The Old Archer hoped his student was up to the level required for such delicate diplomatic-level mission, protecting a VIP in a dangerous location. Yet he could also wonder about the others in the group. He didn’t know who the blond woman was, but his instincts told him she wasn’t human. The other member of the team was a comrade of Eve Harper, his boss in The Wild Hunt. Garo could at least count on Huntsman to behave like a pro in this situation. The Veteran Hunter tried to focus on something else than the dancing wave and started sharpening his arrows. "Something feels wrong" He didn’t know why, but he had a feeling that he would need them.
Present time – Arata Island – West Cliffs
As surely the Bodyguards were arriving in the other side of the island so were the Assassins, who were told to meet in this coordinates by Oberman’s contact. But nobody was there; surely they were about to arrive to this hidden zone of the island, covered by a dense jungle behind a small hill in the middle of the island. Tall rocky cliffs created a natural barrier this side of the island, one not easily avoided, even by Hidden World experts. It was part rendezvous point and part test, if the assassins couldn’t climb it then they weren’t at the level required for this kind of mission. So a couple of dozen meters under the top, climbing the wet rocks was Falken Degiraz, the Infamous Mercenary, his hands covered in twin Yamato Tsurugi Modules, from his Arsenal. He was using the sharp claws and the point blade like fins on the sides to help his ascent. –Whoever was the wanker who picked this bloody place needs to get a kick in the nuts.-
The Cyborg kept climbing without looking down, mostly because down was were a couple of less talented mercenaries found their death (When Falken tugged them down and killed them) Nobody was going to get this job apart from him, because unless he was trying to get on some girls pants Falken wasn’t a team player, not at all. He already fired his intern for talking back to him. –Fuck them all, I don’t bloody need them… Just like in Thailand, I'm going to blow their brains out, like those bloody monks....- Falken contained a giggle. -They learnt that peaceful resistance can't stop bullets. - He muttered as his clawed fingers pierced the black volcanic stone with ease helping him up. Now he was really close to the top. |
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Post by Iris on Jul 2, 2016 3:23:22 GMT
Amai sat comfortably on the boat's seat despite the frantic hopping and rocking it made. If anything, she seemed completely ecstatic.
A wide smile was painted across her scarlet lips, a single gold line of glittering lipstick down the center of her bottom lip. Eve had said 'dress down', so of course Amai took it literally to be affectionately difficult. Her blonde hair flew out behind her, the ends boisterous curls; she wore quite literally the bare minimum. Wearing a black bikini top that glittered with golden patterning followed by a pair of high shorts, Amai rocked one leg over the other as her heeled sandal bobbed up and down. The sun felt amazing on her skin and her eyes glowed ferociously behind the black pair of designer shades. Freshly feasted and ready for this vacation of a mission, the only thing she truly missed was Eve. Amai had assumed she would have come too... Oh well.
Behind her glasses, her less than subtle gaze looked across the others in the boat. Huntsman was looking ravenous and the other man, though...older, had that veteran type attitude that made her drool. All in all, she was having a fantastic time; Amai even had to stop herself from pouring Foggy Misdirection. Eve wouldn't be happy with herif she misbehaved already...besides, once they hit the island, Amai could satiate herself plenty with the inhabitants.
"So.~" Taking it upon herself to break the annoyance of nervous tension, Amai leaned forward towards Garo. "I heard about you from Eve. Garo, was it? I'm a bit new to this... Wild Hunt ordeal, but I think we will be seeing each other quite often." With a voice like satin, Amai produced her perfectly manicured hand and held it out with greeting while propping her cheek on her other palm. A wicked smile was still across her lips as she spoke. "And since we are working together, I'll break the ice. I am Amai, I am a succubus, and I find you veeerry delightful. Of course, the same goes to you. Hunstman." Her pink iris peeked from the edge of her shade and she smiled playfully towards him. "Here is to a good mission. Let's all go out together after it. I know a particularly fun bar."
After her blunt introduction, she sat back With her arms across the back of the seat, still beaming as she anticipated the incoming shoreline. Maybe Eve would praise her for this mission.~
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Post by RedLenai on Jul 2, 2016 6:53:30 GMT
Present - Draiochta's Kingdom - The Royal Castle
Inside of the Golden Palace, there was portraits and armors on those big corridors, if there wasn't by the magical power that flows on every room; the servants and mercenaries would get lost between the big walls of the place. Inside of the throne room, there was a Powerful being, the queen of the Draíochtas. She was staring at her mercenaries with an irritated face - Where is the Prince? - She asked, before one second, the prince appeared. He did a reverence at her and then, spoke - My Queen... I'm here-
In the moment their eyes meet, the young prince felt a frightening tingle. He never was a able to see his Mother without being afraid of his life - Did you have read your mission? - Her eyes were glowing, looking at his son like he was just a stray cat that needs to be kicked out of the house. By other hand, the prince hesitated but then, he tried to calm down and spoke again - My Queen, I have some... "conflics" with this mission, I don't think we should negotiate with that people, considering the fact that we don't let foreings to come here - And again, the eyes of her mother made him to shut up -Are you complaining about my decisions? You are the only one who likes to go around out of MY Kingdom, and now, if you have finished your complaints... -
In the moment that the Queen stood, all the servants, mercenaries and the Prince himself bowed - Send the Child to Arata and don't you dare to die, I don't care if you are weak, I'll never let you make fun of me - After she said that, the servants took the prince to make preparations for the important meeting. |
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 3, 2016 6:22:46 GMT
A curvy redhead in a tacky red leather outfit looked into the waves, ignoring everybody else in the boat for now. Even the succubus' enticing scent was blocked out by her sealed nostrils. Her eyes were tuned for the waves, and when she saw the right moment, her tongue flicked out like a chameleon. She reeled a large fish right into her mouth and happily bit a chunk out of it, nerotoxin swiftly ceasing its thrashes. She kept biting while Amai made her introduction. She didn't care about the old guy, and the leggy guy was okay, but this succubus was one of the finer catches she had laid eyes upon. "I'll take you up on that offer, but do we really need a chauffeur?" She grinned past Garo, taking another chunk out of the fish with shark like fangs.
Jun stood in a small boat, wobbling uncertainly as it rocked against a hard stone. She was aware it wouldn't last much longer, but she was also aware that climbing this cliff was going to be a pain. "I didn't dress for this at all." She looked down at her odd dress and clunky boots. Your hip frill indeed does not seem appropriate. The Shattered One hissed within her head. "It's called a skirt, for the millionth time."
She kicked her boots off and peeled her socks off after them. She stuffed the socks in her pocket and tied her boots over her neck, then leaped for the sheer cliff wall. In mid air, her hands and feet grew glassy scales in a dozen pastel colors. Her fingers and toes struck out as small spikes and pierced the stone as she crashed into it. The front of her dress was at once soaked and covered in the sandy grit of the wall. She sighed and kept pulling herself up, now aware of the bodies right below her. Her scales wouldn't save her from that. She could only go up.
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Post by Vapovile on Jul 4, 2016 22:55:50 GMT
Sid stood in the boat along with everyone else, surprised that Garo of all people would be on this mission with them. He had been one of Sid's teacher for a little while in Inazuma, before leaving to do other stuff with his life that Sid never bothered to ask about before he left. But right now, Garo was one of the last things on his mind as Sid occasionally glanced at the two chicks that were on the boat as well; a redhead wearing a hot leather outfit, and a blond succubus who was wearing a bikini top and shorts! While the martial artist in him was confused at the outfit choices, he couldn't help but enjoy them regardless.
What he did find a little annoying was how she was ignoring him, but acknowledging the only other 2 people in the boat. Was he really that ugly? His legs were fit as hell, as was the rest of his body to a slightly lesser extent! Ah well...gotta start somewhere. "So...you dudes are from Wild Hunt, eh? Eve couldn't make it?" He asks, surprised that there were 3 people of the same organization in this bodyguard gig.
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Post by Kuma on Jul 6, 2016 5:00:45 GMT
-I’m Garo Takayama. - He replied to Amai, not really caring for her attitude. He was a cynic divorcee. At this point in life he was more attached to his work than to anything else in the world add up his stoic discipline and it was a sure thing that he would be able to ignore any kind of passive charm a Succubus would have. –I just want to get this job over it and get back to a proper hunt.- The Old Archer was quite pissed, mostly because of the seasickness he was feeling at the moment, but he was also quite mad about having to take a boring body guarding job, one of the things he most despised during his tenure as a JHWAB Agent. But as much as he disliked this kind of gig he had to pay alimony and didn’t get into enough jobs to pay up so here he was, travelling to protect a surely arrogant prince of a Hidden World kingdom.
The boat slowly docked into the East Harbor pier, and the staff placed the ramp to allow them down. Garo rushed down the boat, containing his impulse of hugging the ground and in exchange just displayed a half smile as he glanced the beach. At least the place wasn’t half bad, if there were any off hours from this job he might even enjoy it. As he originally was from a very cold place any tropical location was always a treat for him, not that he dislike the cold, but at least it was a change of pace. At the other end of the pier a man in a suit, standing out like a sore thumb from all the other people dressed in light clothes, was holding a sign saying Wild Hunt
Sid Renen He had the kind of face you forget easily. He waved at them, gesturing them to come closer. There was something off about the man, he seemed normal, but Garo’s keen senses clearly detected something feral about him. He walked towards them and introduced himself. –Hello, my name is George Hastewell.- He spoke with a cordial tone and a diplomat’s smile. –I’m the MI:13 liaison in this operation, I’m pleased to meet you.- He glanced at everybody but when his eyes crossed paths with Amai his nose twitched, his face grew paler and he gave an instinctive step back. –We..We…….- He drifted off and took another step back, showing visible discomfort.
–I’ll meet you in the hotel, just follow the path.- And with inhuman speed he ran towards the main building, with his mind invaded by disturbing flashbacks of what he suffered in the past. Hopefully Prince Derek already arrived there.
Falken kept climbing with furious determination, moving faster and faster as his clawed gauntlets took chunks of stone out the cliff each time he pierced his hands into it. The Infamous Mercenary could see the remaining mercenary who was above him, a loser called Sir Robert Malt, known for his trickshots with a sniper rifle. He priced himself of never killing with a direct shot, always making the bullets bounce against something before hitting the target. That feat gave him the nickname “Ricogent” for his ricochet shots and his gentlemanly attitude. Unluckily he couldn’t use his fabled skills when climbing so he was pretty much defenseless right now, something Falken planned to take advantage of.
-‘Ello governor. - The Infamous Mercenary forced an English accent even more than usual as he reached the same height as Sir Malt. The Notable Sharpshooter looked at Falken with a hint of fear on his eyes, hidden behind red-tinted shooting glasses. –Degiraz, fancy meeting you here, I thought you were too busy sucking up to that Harper Lady and his gang of monsters, to take a simple job like this one.- The Infamous Mercenary chuckled, completely devoid of real happiness. –Oh you know me posh spice, whenever I get to kill royalty I get all tingly inside… Some call Regicide a crime…- His right eye shined with killing intent. –I call it a hobby.- Sir Malt tried to keep his composure. –So any chance we can work together? You set it up and I give the kill shot, we split 70/30 on your favor and call it a day?-
Falken took one of his hands off the cliff and slowly stroked his chin, as if he was considering it. Finally he sighed and replied. –That sounds like a plan, but my other partner today might get pissy… in fact I think he would get murderous, so I will make him a favor and do it myself.- Sir Malt tried to move away, but he wasn’t as agile as Falken, plus he didn’t have anywhere to grab from behind him, thus he tried to negotiate. –Wait, who is your partner?- Falken grabbed the Ricogent from the lapel of his hunting jacket. –I can pay him, I will.- The Infamous Mercenary tugged from it forcing Sir Malt to released his hold from the Cliffside, now being lifted onehandedly by Falken. –I will pay you too, who is your partner? Can’t we get to an agreement?- He almost shouted this time, to which the Infamous Mercenary replied. –You know... I think you should have a short chat with him.-
-Who is him?- Sir Malt asked, almost sobbing. Falken smile grew wider as he released his grip from the Sharpshooter. –Gravity.- The Ricogent fell off the cliff, picking up speed as he feel, passing right behind Jun and impaling himself into a particularly sharp rock chest first. Falken, still climbing shouted with childish glee. –And the judges have decided 99 Points! Nice landing Posh Spice! The Gold Medal goes to England. - as his sensors picked up the noise of the impalement. The Infamous Mercenary reached the top and started stretching, he was sure he killed every mercenary so he relaxed, lowered his sensors range and leaned against a tree waiting for the drone who would bring the instructions for the hit. |
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Post by Iris on Jul 6, 2016 6:50:07 GMT
"Oh poo, you're no fun.~" Amai chided with sudden disinterest at Garo's utter lack of attention to her. It wasn't uncommon for a human to deny her advances, they usually caved if she forced it upon them with her actual powers, but it just wasn't fun. However, it seemed that her fellow Wild Hunt companion was much more accommodating. At Huntsman's rebuttal to her advances, Amai's smile only grew wider and wider, a pleased giggle leaving her as she watched the strange tongue reel a fish in with barely any effort. "Oh my, how interesting.~" Scooting across on the boat seat, Amai shamelessly pressed her way into Huntsman's side, tilting her glasses down with one hand, causing the jingling of her golden bracelets in the motion. "A chauffeur isn't necessary, but it's always fun with more. Though you would certainly be plenty enough for entertainment..." Her flirting only halted as she looked to the other individual on the boat, the smaller whelp she'd ignored. Despite her sexual advances on anyone her age and older, Amai didn't much care for the younger ones. There were standards, even for her.
"Eve? I'm just as disappointed as you, honestly." Amai pulled her long legs up, folding them on the seat edge she'd abandoned, lounging against Huntsman without any invitation as she tapped her manicured nail against the golden line on her lip that jutted out in a pout. "I wish she'd joined. Sending me on some mission...she just wanted to get rid of me." Sighing loudly in mock anguish, the bounce of the boat causing her to bounce as well while she situated herself for the upcoming island. "She makes the chase so fun. Isn't she adorable when she acts all leader-y, Huntsman? Just makes me want to-", she didn't get to finish as they finally made it to the docks. Undoubtedly, she was just going to say something lewd anyways.
Parting off the boat, Amai stretched as she exited the boat close behind Garo. The man seemed way too happy to be off the boat and she could easily agree. "What a vacation spot! Mm, I love the beach. Think we'll have time to sunbathe? It's been so long since I took the time to." Amai was enjoying herself already, a pleased smile across her closed lips as they were encountering the man who was supposed to escort them, she supposed? He seemed way too fast to get away though and she was so content with her eyes closed that she'd missed the look he'd given her before scuttling away. "Hm?" She only shrugged her shoulders, blonde hair falling across in silken waves as she gave a sign and began to follow the path as instructed. As much as she'd love to take this as a vacation, she had made an agreement with Eve to do the missions she was given. Hopefully she'd find some more interesting people along the way...the more connections she had here during this mission, the better anyways.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 6, 2016 22:29:31 GMT
Huntsman felt the tingle of Amai's contact on her side. It was nice, but she had been warned about it by Eve. It was distressing to do so, but she might have to turn this thing down. "I appreciate the interest, but maybe I shouldn't. I appreciate not being mind slaved. As much as I kinda already am." Her voice turned increasingly bitter before she improved her mood by swallowing the fish whole.
When the boat stopped and Amai disembarked, she looked back at the kid. He was okay, but also familiar. It took a moment for Huntsman to place him, then she remembered. "Hey, we were both naked in that lemonade town. Want to repeat the experience?" Unlike Amai's seductive purrs, Huntsman spoke in pure sleeze. She extended a hand to help Sid out of the boat and sniffed the air. Why did it smell like dog here? She already hated this place.
Jun was paying too much attention to the cliff before her to notice the exchange above, so it was a shock when a body suddenly plummeted past her. She stared down as Sir Malt struck the rocks. She just clung tighter to the cliff watching him bleed all over the rock he struck. She felt her grip was decent, but all these people had fallen with better preparation than her. It must become harder to climb up there. Why else would so many have fallen? She continued up, but never found anywhere it got especially hard. It in fact grew easier when she got above the sea spray, where the wall was wet and slippery.
It took only a few more minutes to reach the very top of the cliff, but it felt like hours. When she finally pulled herself over the top, the front of her skirt was smudged with grime, soaked, and even a little ragged. She crawled away from the edge and rolled over to pull her socks and shoes back on before she noticed Falken among the trees. "I didn't realize anybody else made it up here. It seemed quite difficult." She flexed her sore fingers. She was hoping for a space to change and maybe get a new outfit up here, but it seemed to merely be jungle.
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Post by RedLenai on Jul 9, 2016 2:11:13 GMT
Inside of the Main Building, the prince was taking his time to see the place, being curious was something that he does when he is bored... but boredom always come with bad mood. Even if the people inside the place, tried to make him stay still, he really didn't care about them.
So he was taking a tour looking at everything without interest. Honestly, he really wanted to know how were going to be the bodyguards, wishing that there wasn't any demon or red-haired people in the group. But there was a feeling telling him that he was asking more than he could have.
At the end, he was looking in outside from the window, the view was beautiful, that was true. But his "subordinates" were being a little late... and that was irritating him.
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Post by Vapovile on Jul 14, 2016 22:31:21 GMT
While Sid did find the tall redhead attractive...the scene of her eating the fish and the crude way of flirting turned Sid off completely in mere seconds. "I don't remember your face at that joint. But no, I'm keeping my stuff on." He didn't remember seeing her anywhere at that dumb place...was she kind of Transformer? Was she a trash can in disguise back then?!
Walking off the boat while accepting Huntsman's hand, Sid stares off into the distance as the man in a suit ran away at the sight of the hot blond chick. "Huh...what'd you say to him?" He asks, turning to Amai. Did this dude know the blond chick, or was he just scared of women? Nah, the latter couldn't be it...or he would have ran at the sight of Huntsman. "Anyway...I guess we just meet the dude at the place." He states plainly, wrapping his hands around the back of his head and strolling down the path after Amai. He had to admit...it was a weird feeling being the only person not from Wild Hunt here.
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Post by Kuma on Jul 15, 2016 3:23:08 GMT
Garo looked baffled as George ran away as if every demon in Hell was out to get him. Unluckily for him you can never outrun flashbacks. The Old Archer looked at the group around him, shook his head, not even trying to hide his disappointment and started walking alongside the beach to reach the main building, his boots leaving their imprint on the damp sand as the blazing sun above them was sending scorching rays of light. It didn’t take long for Garo to work a sweat as he strode forward, really not caring if the others were behind him, the Old Archer wanted to get this over with as soon as possible. Finally he reached the wooden deck surrounding the main building of the resort, cleaning his feet on a conveniently placed mat before entering the lobby where Derek surely was waiting. –We’re here to serve as the security detail for Prince Derek hired by MI:13 - He announced without even bothering of trying to be diplomatic. It was a waste of time trying to be courteous, the whole point of the job was keeping the target alive.
George Hastewell was sitting on the ground, hiding behind a palm tree, leaning his back against it. In his rush he dropped the pin that casted the glamour over him, so he was back to his Werewolf form, only dressed with form fitting pants that reached his knee. The Myth Soldier was grabbing his head while he swayed front and back on the ground. –Calm down George, she is just another succubus, is not the same like last time…- The poor agent was hyperventilating through his snout. –She won’t drug you and drag you across half of Europe to fight Ink Vampires that was another succubus, not her. - He clearly had some unresolved issues from the time he was the flat mate with another succubus in the past and even more clearly he wasn’t handling them well. He tried to calm himself using the meditation techniques they taught him to control his feral instincts during his M1:13 training.
-Tsk, not bloody difficult enough. - Falken muttered as he looked away from her. He really wanted to pull this job on his own and the drone was already coming, surely with knowledge that two individuals were already in the rendezvous point. He didn’t have issues killing the others in the way here, but doing it here would alert the employer and it would bring even more infamy to Falken. He didn’t disliked it, but too much of something good can be bad, so he had to balance out between being known as a tough as nails crazy bastard and being responsible enough to keep getting jobs. So killing Jun was out of the question at the moment. Yet the spark of creativity hit the Cyborg Mercenary who hatched a plan.
-I think we could team up for this job, what do you say?- The Infamous Mercenary used an affable, almost friendly tone of voice, something he was good enough to fake. –We can go 50/50 and finish this today.- As he spoke the drone arrived and with an holographic display showed an image of the target with the instructions. “Dead Only / Minimal Property Damage Allowed / Before the Negotiations end”. Falken smiled as he saw the first instruction and smirked at the second, not planning to follow it at all. He extended his hand to Yuu with a charming smile on his face. –I’m Falken Degiraz, nice meeting you Miss…-
Oberman and his secretary would arrive later this day, ready to start negotiating with Derek the apologies of the Trading Company and the reparations for their crimes. |
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Post by Iris on Jul 15, 2016 5:30:38 GMT
"Hmm, I didn't say anything...what a shame. The first person we meet and he already runs...leaving me with things I can't even play with." Amai sighed in mock distress, holding her cheek in one hand while peering through her glasses to Garo's departing back. His grizzly, short-patience manner of walking away from them was both annoying and enticing to Amai. She had always liked the ones that acted all tough, but as her fellow Wild Hunt member, he was being rather un-accommodating. Then again, Amai though briefly on her interaction with Eve when they first met and it hadn't exactly gone smoothly either...She could only shrug it off, turning to face the other two with a mischievous smile on. "Well, we don't want to make the geezer more angry, might as well catch up." Tipping her glasses down slightly, she directed her gaze to both Sid and Huntsman's direction. "The sooner we finish the mission, the sooner I can spend my time on the beach and I'll need some help getting sunscreen on.~"
Entering the building, Amai nodded in approval. Not the most decadent of places she'd been, but it was certainly swanky enough. Taking off her glasses and folding them against the single strap of her bikini between her breasts, she set her hands on her hips and let out a slight sigh at the way Garo handled things. There was no niceness coming from him! What a cranky man! Huffing out a breath, she felt the slight thickness of pink fog building on her tongue and quickly dialed herself back just a little bit; the challenge of making him act nicer was something that'd have to wait. For now, Amai would have to behave and meet this "Prince" and do as Eve had instructed.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 15, 2016 6:28:47 GMT
Huntsman sighed as yet another flirting attempt fell flat. Well, she tried. "Suit yourself." She settled for leering at the people on the beach until they left it behind. She quickly became bored. This wasn't a mission Huntsman was looking forward too. Guard duty was for mooks. Mooks Huntsman would get to snack on. Still, few people were better suited to it.
Huntsman could smell everything around them, from Amai's overwhelming musk to the specific kind of wood the deck was built from. It was okay wood. When they entered the lobby, she gave the air a quick sniff. "Client's over there." She casually pointed at the prince in the corner. A pubescent partial human clad in rich cloths. He couldn't have stood out any more to Huntsman's nose if he tried.
The instructions left to Amai were pretty simple and standard. Mostly the same as Huntsman's. "Don't take what little clothing you will undoubtedly wear off", "save sex until after the mission" and "don't kill or brainwash my other employees" came to mind.
Jun was briefly taken aback by Falken's offer of comradere. She almost always worked alone, outside of The Shattered One and rarely Wilson. It would be nice to have backup who could actually hold a conversation. "Lee. Jun Lee." She finished, accepting the handshake. He looked rather military to her eyes, with his body armor and combat ready pants. Neither of them were going to blend in, especially with his glowing eye. "I would be glad to work with you." She said more than a little stiffly. The Shattered One was silent on the matter. As usual, it was of no help in social situations, not caring about anyone but Jun. It simply murmured its strange demonic approval of Falken's vest in the back of Jun's skull.
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Post by RedLenai on Jul 16, 2016 23:51:04 GMT
The young prince was sitting on a sofa with a really bored face but he managed to act elegant and respectful. His golden lashes opened letting see an unnatural eye color. He looked at everyone from head to feet, and also he got a bit surprised and maybe disgusted by the clothing of the blond girl. Then he saw at the red-haired girl, maybe she will be the only one that he wouldn't trust at all... that hair made him remember something, but he ignored it and then he kept looking. In his mind only one word appeared when he saw the other two adults: Chineses
Then, he made an amused smile and spoke - Oh my, I'm not a target. I'm Alexiel, are all of you waiting for the prince Derek? Me too
Even if he was treating himself as someone else, he knew that maybe the others already had discovered that he was the prince, but make a little joke wasn't that bad.
His smile was like of an angel, and his apperance resembled to an innocent youth with those factions. Even if his clothing were completely elegant he lied again - I'm just a servant who only comes to illustrate the moment, to place it in a frame in the Royal Gallery. Did you know that this is the first Royal contact with the outside world? - He made an excited smile, and then he cross his legs and his polite and cheerful speech turned more direct, slow and serious - I'm lying... I'm the prince of Draíochta's Kingdom. You can call me whatever you want and I hope to don't lose my head in hands of someone that wants a big war to begin... let's just say - and then, he made a really arrogant smile - I'm a like bomb
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Post by Kuma on Jul 18, 2016 3:24:02 GMT
Garo closed his eyes and exhaled. It was going to be one of those missions, the ones he had to spend more time containing his wishes of putting two arrows through the target eye sockets rather than protecting him. The Old Archer gathered his resolve and steeled his determination, if he managed to serve as a bodyguard for Kitsune Nobility he could handle a two-bit royal from the other edge of the world. Garo’s face was a stoic and grim mask that seemed to be carved from wood as he spoke. –My name is Garo Takayama, I’m part of the Wild Hunt Organization.- He inhaled, clearly pissed by the situation, as he thought how much he would complain to Eve about this job. –Our liaison with the MI:13, the governmental office that hires us sent us to meet you here.- The Archer gestured with his hand to the others.
–My associates will introduce themselves know.- Each word he said was almost as guttural as a growl, just from seeing Derek once Garo knew he would hate the job. And whatever Amai was trying it wasn’t working, at least not as much as she would want to, since the combination of his foul mood, discipline and years of exposure to Hidden World Creatures made Garo quite resilient to this kind of attacks. Maybe if he was with his guard down he might be easier to affect.
-Perfect. - Falken’s convincing fake smile got wider. –If you don't mind, allow me to offer some strategic insight....- Falken stroked his chin trying to seem smart. -I think that our first order of business is locating the target.- The Infamous Mercenary was being nice, something completely off-character, but his scheme needed Jun to trust him. She was going to be his cannon fodder, a pawn to distract whoever was guarding the target while he worked his magic. –I think we should go near the buildings on the other side of the island, we can chat on the way there.- Falken pointed in the direction of the hotel. He could find Derek without help using his Kadoya Surveillance Drones, but it was better for the charade to make a collaborative effort.
–So Ms. Lee, what’s your power set? If you don’t mind sharing of course...- He asked innocently while he pressed a couple of points on his arm. –I’m a cyborg and have proficiency with most fire-arms. - He lifted his arm showing the area he touched, were his artificial skill became transparent showing a metallic skeleton under it.
George finally gathered his courage and was in route to the main building. He lost his glamour charm, so he was in his werewolf form, an almost 7 ft. tall hulking mass of dark blue fur, muscles, fangs, with amber eyes and some white spots here and there. His clawed feet created large depressions on the dry sand as he advanced alongside the coast towards the lobby. –C’mon George, you can do it.- He whispered through his gritted fangs. |
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Post by Iris on Jul 19, 2016 11:47:44 GMT
Amai's lips stretched into an amused smile, the gold along her bottom lip glinting as they met with the client. Oh this one was positively delightful; sin was something she could practically smell on some people and this one stunk of lies. "Well well, what a little liar." Amai clasped her hands in delight as she realized how interesting this mission would really be. Eve sent her on a good one!! Casting a mischievous glance towards Garo, who positively thrilled her with his grumpy attitude and lack of enjoying her advances, Amai only clicked her tongue against her teeth in a mock scold. "Now now, Mister Grumpy, that's no way to treat who we're supposed to be protecting." Then, with a flourish of her hand that caused her many bracelets to jingle, Amai bowed entirely all too mockingly. "I'm Amai, similar to my lovely lovely, agitated associate, I'm here to protect you." The way she said protect seemed far too lackadaiscal, almost as if she really had no intention of doing so, and she glanced up from her bow with a faint glow to her fuschia eyes. "Pleasure to meet you.~"
When she stood up, Amai looked to Huntsman with a wink, again suppressing the pink mist that snuck out in a single, whispy tendril. Her eagerness to get to the danger of this mission with this crew was practically disgusting. "Your turn, darling.~ I'll be outside for a little bit. The talking part of the mission is boring, so I'll keep watch for now.~" When she passed by the two of her fellow Wild Hunt members, she winked to both, parting them with blown kisses as she headed to the front door. "Don't take too long or I'll get lonely." She passed by Sid and gave him a solitary wink as well, deciding the poor boy seemed left out enough as it was, lowering her voice to a sultry whisper. "I suppose I'll extend the same invitation to you too. You're a little young for my tastes, but I'd hate to have you feel lonely.~" Then she headed towards the front.
Outside was where Amai really wanted to be. As much as she adored Garo's rugged behavior, Huntsman's strangely kinsmanship behavior, and the little lying Prince, Amai just wanted to be out in the sun. Living almost exclusively in the night and being on such a tight leash with Eve left her very little relaxation time; she was lucky Eve even let her go after the last time she'd been on a solo mission. Perhaps it was because instead of one leash, she now had two with this mission. "No brainwashing other employees....what a bore." She sighed to herself as she rested against the wall beside the door, basking in the sunlight with a delighted purr that only halted as she sensed...'something'. It was weird considering she could typically feel any human, usually just by gauging the sin they personally held, but this felt weird. Animal even. Holding her hand above her eyes with her glasses still clipped against the thin strap of her top, Amai looked towards the strange shape moving in the distance and let out a hum of curiosity. Was this mission about to get violent already?
Her lips curled into an almost menacing smile as she reveled in the thought of finally getting to have someone to entertain herself with.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 20, 2016 5:13:49 GMT
Huntsman was never a fan of children. Smug children were just begging to be torn in half. Huntsman thought she couldn't dread this mission any more, but she certainly did now. "Huntsman." She sighed. "If you can lead me to the room we're going to have our meeting, I can sniff it for bugs." Huntsman partially wanted an excuse to avoid the mark, but she was also interested in doing her job correctly.
"Powers?" Jun raised her arm and across it grew strange shapes, like scales made of stained glass in all colors of the rainbow on her arm. "Just these. They hold up to blades pretty well. And this." Her newly scaled finger extended in an instant to pierce a leaf through, then retracted just as fast. "Locate the target, then get less conspicuous clothing." As much as she didn't want to put on peasant clothing, she would stand out too much in what she was wearing. Falken was even worse, with his combat ready clothing, down to the body armor on his chest. "Now, do you have any plans for getting through this dreadful jungle? I'd like to spend as little time as possible in this filthy place." She looked with disdain at the trees towering over them and leaf litter that insects crept through unimpeded.
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Post by Vapovile on Jul 23, 2016 2:37:13 GMT
Sid followed the Wild Hunt group down the path, feeling a little like the odd-man-out of the group. Huntsman, Garo and Amai were all part of Wild Hunt, and have worked together already...while he hasn't worked with any of them. The interior of the building was impressive to Sid, especially since his tiny apartment couldn't even compare to a fancy place like this. Following them up to the room, Sid quietly listened as the prince talked to Garo, also becoming annoyed at the kid's weird nature. Why was this brat acting so creepy around them? He was just there to make sure nobody was going to hurt this kid, not listen to him call himself a bomb.
Watching Amai leave, Sid gave her a small wave as she passed by. "Looking forward to working with ya." He said, giving a small smile as she exited the room. Young?! He wasn't that young! Ah well...there were bigger fish to fry. "You do that, Huntsman. Hey, any idea what happened to that one dude who met us at the dock? He ran away." Sid asked the person lounging on the sofa, wondering if he was part of this as well.
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Post by RedLenai on Jul 25, 2016 17:39:11 GMT
The young prince listened to Amai's words and then he giggled a little - Oh! It was just a prank! But I can't use my real name outside of the Kingdom - He gave her an angelical smile and then listened how she called the archer. Those bodyguards seemed to be pretty interesting for him also it would be a new oportunity to gather some information about humans. Takayama seemed to be a bit pissed off about the situation and that only would get worst if he was going to show that attitude to the kid... Being annoying was one of his hobbys and the poor man was gonna suffering that....
When he listened to the red-haired woman, he tilts his head to one side - Bugs? - Without understanding what the girl was reffering to, he only shrugged pouting - I guess it's fine, my lady - looking curiously at the woman, he would ask to her if she was something like a robot or an android but better to not do that and then he listened to Sid's words
Mister Hastewell? I don't know, that man seems to be a nervous person... Being honest, I thought he would come with you all - The prince raised an eyebrow, as if something was escaping from his hands but then he felt the discomfort of Sid, taking his time to rethink what he had said, after a few seconds he smiled again and spoke to his bodyguards - This is not to stress you or anything but... The Queen... doesn't care about what could happen to me... but If I die now... - he did a very awkward smile - She would start a war? Hehe... nevermind, after all that's why she send me and not a mercenary
The young prince stood, no one had told him what time the meeting would begin or what room would be. But sit still was not one of his best virtues. So he played a bit with his hair - I hope Mr. Hastewell come soon... The letter of the invitation was received by the Queen, but she has not specified me anything
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Post by Kuma on Jul 26, 2016 3:25:32 GMT
-I’m here. - The gruff animalistic tone might catch the bodyguards by surprise, as George entered the lobby in his lupine form. –Your Royal Highness. - The Myth Soldier bowed, as elegantly as his true form allowed. –I’m George Hastewell of MI:13. - The proximity with Amai was making his voice waver, but he steeled his resolve and proceeded to speak as confidently as he could. Garo was quite amused about the true form of the Agent, cracking a smirk for the first time in the day, that explained the feeling he had and the sweat on the pier’s boards. –You’re the envoy of her Royal Majesty Queen Elatha to assist this diplomatic meeting with the Overman Trading Company.- As he stood up George took a scroll, miniaturized with magic and hidden in a small pouch on his form fitting shorts and opened it.
-You will serve as the chief diplomatic officer of the Draíochta Kingdom in the arrangement of the reparations for the crimes committed unknowingly by the Overman Trading Company, that…that…- George glanced at Amai with fear… no, not just fear, total and complete dread was a better way to describe the look on his wolfish eyes. He fought against the shivers and goosebumps caused by the combination of her sweet aroma and the now very vivid flashbacks or the past misdeeds of another individual from her race. His right hand trembled like a china store in an earthquake, but he grabbed it with his other hand and proceeded explaining. –That exploited natural resources of your Kingdom without proper permission from the crown.-
-They will be arriving soon, but for the time being you should stay safe, that’s the job of your bodyguards, they are under your direct command, but we require that at least one of them is always alongside you. - He gestured the resort staff to come. The young man, with tanned skin and white hair brought with him a platter with 4 earpieces. –These are for the bodyguards, to stay in contact.- He give the first one to Garo, the second to Sid, the third to Huntsman. –The Hotel Staff can take you to the room to check it for bugs. - He told the Shapeshifting Mercenary before finally turning around and starting to move towards Amai. Each step he took was a bittersweet mix of excitement and pain. With utmost effort and notable difficulty he extended his arm to give the last one to Amai. He was doing that from 2 mts. away, clear incapable of moving one more inch forward, leaving the earpiece just at Amai’s close range.
-I can handle the clothing.- The Infamous Mercenary plunged his hand into one of his green portals, the ones with square particles coming out the sides and dragged out a large bag. –I only have male clothing, but it will fit you.- He opened the back revealing a lot of summer clothing, shirts, shorts, sandals and more. He grabbed a Hawaiian shirt, some cargo shorts and comfortable mountaineering sandals and without even doubting he started removing his clothing (Leaving only his underwear, functional black boxers), changing into the clothes he just got. His skin, at least the part under his clothing, was noticeably more artificial looking than the parts he showed, with an hexagonal design on his back and chest, barely noticeable. |
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