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Post by Iris on Jul 26, 2016 13:48:04 GMT
"Oh my." Amai spoke with genuine surprise as the distant figure grew closer, its once small scale much more impressive as she realized it was a massive beast creature. Truthfully, she had never seen a lycan or any of its relatives in all the time she'd roamed the human world; considering she predominantly mingled with humans, any other members of the HW were not common for her until she joined the Wild Hunt.
Needless to say, Amai was intrigued and the way this George Hastewell behaved around her brought a deep amusement to her. Why did he seem so frightened? Amai stood with her back against the doorway, humming a soft tune to herself while tapping her heel gently against the floor as the situation of their mission was outwardly addressed. Every frightened glance George sent her way became increasingly more apparent, and slowly she began to meet the half-sights with a wide, flirtatious smile. He acted almost as if he already knew what she was...
Needless to say, she stretched her arms high above her head as she approached the frightened beast man, entirely aware of how he was trying to keep the distance between them. "No need to be so frightened, darling." Amai purred as she dropped her arms, bringing herself close to him while she purposely heightened the sweet aroma she gave off, masking herself heavily while she reached out, fingertips dancing across the back of his knuckles before she gracefully nipped the earbud from his grasp. "I don't bite." Yet the mischievous smile she gave betrayed her lies. Amai gently shifted aside her golden hair, leaving George room to breathe as she re-approached her allies for this mission, fitting the stiff plastic against her ear and sighing at how poorly it worked with her outfit. "If only Eve hadn't given me such difficult conditions, I could have easily communicated with all of you..." Amai, was of course, speaking of her hivemind control, but Eve's leash was so tight around Amai that she found it hard to breathe. The faint idea of the beautiful woman with a physical leash around Amai made her tremble briefly and she held her arms around herself, steeling herself while ignoring the others with a satisfied expression on her face.
Amai had to do good on this mission and maybe Eve would be a little more receptive towards her...all she needed was a little bit more of a push and perhaps she could get her clutches into the difficult woman.
Composing herself briefly, Amai took to leaning on Huntsman's clothed side, tapping her bottom lip slightly as she hummed in thought, all while looking at the little Prince they had to protect. "Hiring someone like the Wild Hunt...and company instead of some low-life thugs...does that mean you know that he's going to be in trouble?" She directed her question towards George, raising her brow in question and despite focusing on the root of her question, Amai was still finding too much enjoyment in watching the man squirm beneath his skin. Did he find her scary? Or attractive? "I do live for the trouble.~"
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 27, 2016 1:21:45 GMT
Huntsman gave George a passing glance. This form was far more interesting than another useless human, but she had something better to do than flirting with a wolf. When Amai leaned against her, she slipped away without taking a step, seeming to flow along the ground to leave Amai leaning on nothing. She stared down at the little prince and smiled, showing her mouth was full of fangs. A little tendril flicked out to grab her earpiece before she bent over to get face to face with Derek.
"Kid, if you're so worried about dying, maybe make it a bit easier for me to see you as more than a paycheck, kay? Cause I can get paid if you're missing some limbs, so long as you have a pulse. You should encourage me to want all your bits intact." As she spoke, her face seemed to stretch, her eyes getting further apart as it expanded. When she finished changing, her face was three feet across with a strange ridge across it. With her newly electrosensitive face, she began "sniffing" for hidden electronics, starting by running her face close to Derek. She might as well know if he had anything on him.
Jun balked when Falken casually undressed. She turned away, wondering what the strange marks she had noticed at a glance were. She rummaged through the tacky clothing, disgusted by all of it. She chose a simple polo shirt and some comfortable looking shorts. They at least had a little dignity. She took them to the other side of a tree to change out of sight. He may be bold, but she certainly wasn't. She returned in the new clothing but with her old boots still on. Kneeling to fold up her dress in the big bag Falken had summoned, she looked up at her new partner. "So, I suggest we get a move on. If we hit the target before negotiations begin, there will be less people around. And the sooner we're out of this jungle, the better." She waved away the fiftieth buzzing insect and stood.
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Post by Vapovile on Jul 29, 2016 17:33:32 GMT
The strange way that Derek spoke so casually about the potential for starting a war began to concern Sid even more. Was this guy one of those people who didn't care if they lived or died, just wanting to see 'interesting' stuff happen? His thoughts are soon interrupted by the large, furry creature that suddenly walked into the room and began talking to the prince. George's constant glances toward Amai made Sid think that perhaps these two had some sort of history together...or the dude was just scared to women who showed lots of skin.
Placing the earpiece correctly on his ear, Sid watched as Huntsman began to change and sniff Derek, the kickmaster frowning slightly at the shapeshifter, ready to kick her away if he saw any sign of aggression. Seeing that Amai and George were doing their own thing, Sid turned his attention to Derek. "So, you mentioned people wanting to kill you. What sorts of dudes would want you dead, anyway?" He asked, not really paying attention to the briefing George was giving.
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Post by RedLenai on Jul 29, 2016 18:33:03 GMT
When the Prince heard George, he only raised his eyebrowns in sign of surprise. Then he closed his eyes while smiling, once he opened his eyes again he spoke - So... you are what some humans call... "werewolf", that's explain a lot of things - Then he looked thoughtfully into a corner of the room, although there was nothing of interest, preferred to avoid eye contact ... without letting show the fear that caused him to remember what happened before reaching Arata - It has been very difficult to convince the queen to reach an agreement peacefully - He said honestly. When he glanced to George reacting towards the blonde girl, he only giggled again without realizing the fact that the woman wasn't human.
When Huntsman got closer, he smiled again without getting scared by her reaction - My Lady, I think you are mistaking my words, I'm not scared of death, I'm just worried about the destiny of the world. The Queen wants to begin a war, but without an excuse, she can't do anything to convince the frightened people of our kingdom... and about the payment... If I'm right, the person that's going to pay you all, is someone that really cares about me, surprisingly
He let the woman do her job. While, he was listening to Sid's question. He laughed out loud, the "unnamed guy" really did an interesting question. He only let Huntsman sniff him like it was something pretty normal even if he said to himself that the girl maybe was a Demon. But without caring about that, he replied to Sid - I don't know, maybe someone that know the intentions of the Queen... or maybe that red haired dude, that I've met in the forest when I was 14, he was like Mr. Takayama, an archer. Those memories are lovely - He Said in a cheerful speech, and then he turned more serious - He shot me in the leg... By the way. What is your name? - He said, noting that he had never asked before.
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Post by Kuma on Jul 31, 2016 3:34:04 GMT
George stepped back, his clawed toes softly tapping the rich wooden floors as he desperately tried to generate some distance between him and the Succubus. Each sniff of her aroma meant a repressed memory escaping the prison he built on his mind for them. Finally he ran out of space to move backwards, colliding clumsily against the wall, grabbing by sheer dumb luck a decorative trinket that fell from a shelf shook by his clumsiness. The Werewolf wanted to run away, but he knew it would look bad, something he couldn’t afford, this being his first big mission after being accepted as an Agent by MI:13. –I think… I have to…- He looked around like a madman, trying to fight off the hellish memories of his past interactions with a succubus. His eyes finally focused on a phone over the lobby counter. –I have to call back to MI:13 to inform them… of… inform them of the arrival…yes… of the bodyguards.-
With that said he abandoned the lobby, almost running to his room, barely avoiding one of the employees in the way there. Garo looked at the werewolf escaping with an amused glance and then turned to face Amai. –What the hell did you do to that poor kid? - He asked, clearly a bit more relaxed, with an almost joke-ish tone. –I’m a hunter by trade and I know when something is scared shitless.- He added. –That kid is scared shitless of you… Did you burn his village and kills his family or something like that?- Huntsman was led to the main conference room, with tribal and tropical decorations, but subdued and not overly noticeable, it had tasteful wooden carvings and a long wooden table built from a single trunk, polished and covered with transparent panes of glass. Her abilities didn’t detect any kind of electronic bug. But in the Hidden World technology wasn’t the only way to bug a place, especially considering the specialty of the Overman Trading Company.
-Good plan.- Falken checked his wrist watch, that had a compass on it. –I think we should go that way. – He said while pointing towards the direction of the opposite coast. The Infamous Mercenary led the way using a combat knife to open a path to walk through the jungle. One of the many benefits of his body was that the insects didn’t bother him, in fact he could sap them with a low level electric current on his skin or repel. Yet his sadistic side wouldn’t let it go so easily. He allowed them over his artificial skin and instead of taking blood he poisoned them. As he walked he turned his head to talk. –So Ms. Lee, what brings you to such a distance place to do such a dangerous job, I’m on it for the views and the money, but that usually isn’t the case for all the people in this line of work.- He asked, trying very hard to sound as cool and affable as possible.
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Post by HungryHunter on Jul 31, 2016 5:18:10 GMT
"Nobody asked for your life story." Huntsman couldn't give less of a fuck about this kid or the time he took an arrow to the knee or whatever the fuck it was. She walked away to check out the conference room. She glanced around, taking in the decor. Rapping her fingers on the table, she started to scan. A few minutes later, she stood and let her face scrunch back into its usual shape. She was aware there were other ways to bug a room, including ones she herself could do on a whim, but she had no way to detect them. "All clear!" She yelled to the team when she emerged. Too bad. She wanted an excuse to get mad at this corporation right away.
"This petty kingdom is in the way of progress. I can put a stop to it. The money is just a fringe benefit." Jun hacked away at branches with her painted blade. It briefly left a smudge in the air with each swing, like the blue roses on its sides were rubbing off on the air.
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Post by Iris on Jul 31, 2016 7:14:55 GMT
"No clue. He was extremely cute though, wasn't he?" Amai's index finger that tapped at her lip stopped slightly with a drag, the investment in waterproof cosmetics really coming in handy at this time as she visualized the lycan man in her head once more. The desperation and almost utmost terror he felt, along with the brief moment of attraction, that kind of feeling made her giddy about him; she could only sigh wistfully, however. "Who knows, maybe he's just shy around incredibly cute girls.~" Laying her arms crossed behind her head, she looked all too proud of herself as she followed behind Huntsman's form, her eyes wavering a bit too obviously in places they shouldn't. "And I'm an incredibly cute girl.~" Everytime she spoke, it was sing-song, showing that she held practically no sense of seriousness for this mission in any way and considering Eve wouldn't let her have fun with Huntsman, or Garo, she had to keep herself entertained somehow. Perhaps George would be enough.~
At Huntsman's all clear, Amai whistled in cheer and congratulation. Normally, she would have enjoyed pressing into her back, or laying into her side again, but Huntsman was being so cold to her now. Her poor feelings.~ "Impressive, looks and talent.~"
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 4, 2016 19:18:23 GMT
"Sid's the name. So this arrow dude who shot ya once may want you dead...great. At least we know to look out for other bow people." Sid says, holding in a chuckle at Huntsman's joke about an arrow to the knee. This guy's story seemed a little odd, almost as if they should have hired better people than Hawkeye, a succubus, a creepy shapeshifter, and himself. Regardless, he needed to get paid, so he may as well see this to the end. Hearing Huntsman say it was all clear, Sid pointed to the direction the noise came from. "Looks like we gotta go."
While he waited for Derek to move out of the room, Sid listens to Amai's raving about George...and becomes glad that she isn't interested in him. While he loved hitting on chicks, this one just seemed a little too dangerous to him. He could notice a trap when one is around, and she practically had spikes around herself.
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Post by RedLenai on Aug 5, 2016 2:51:23 GMT
Derek was getting pretty... interested? in the way the old archer spoke to the blonde lady. Maybe she wasn't human after all, unfortunately he hasn't the power to see others's essense so he could only wait to be informed about everyone's condition and then finally know what they were. At least, Goerge and Huntsman were the only two that he could manage to say easily that those two weren't humans... The weird face of the woman and all the fur in the other man were more than abvious.
At least, the blonde girl was pretty fun to hear. But when he listened Huntsman, he didn't say anything. Congratulate others wasn't his forte...
I don't thing Andrew could be in this place... that's his name if you wanted to know -He said, forming a sideways smile. He put his hands on the pockets of his pants, starting to walk - At least, I don't think this would be a difficult job for you. I'm not the type of person that could get on troubles... but I get into them anyway
When he enters the room where the other woman was, he dedicated only to contemplate the room. So that was the meeting room, right? Well.. it wasn't so extravagant or interesting for him.
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Post by Kuma on Aug 8, 2016 3:42:59 GMT
-Oh a futurist…- Falken faked a warm smile. –I’m not exactly one, you could say I’m old school. - More lies, just to support the construction of the fake persona he was taking. He slashed a couple of branches while he chuckled. –And yes, the irony of being a cyborg who likes doing things the old way was pointed out to me many times in the past.- The Infamous Mercenary was disguising everything about him, trying to keep Jun completely in the dark about his real personality. –I think we are going to take a bit more to reach the resort… Do you have any stories of the job to tell while we walk?- He asked feigning interest.
Garo decided to take advantage of the nice climate and the fact that there were others guarding Derek and walked towards the exit. Without turning around he informed the others of the task he was planning to perform. –I’m going to scout the island, to check for intruders and any possible danger.- The Old Archer left the lobby and started walking alongside the coast. He was looking for any vantage points in the island to get a proper surveillance watchtower from which he could oversee the whole resort during the negotiations.
As Garo left the lobby, the boat with Mr. Oberman and his secretary was almost arriving to the dock. A broch on his jacket had a faint luminescence as it brought information from the resort. –So the idiots hired bodyguards for that annoying brat of a diplomat…- Overman muttered while looked at the resort from the boat, his eyes squinted into hateful slits of disgust. His secretary looked at him, wondering if something was wrong. – Did you say something sir? - The Businessman looked at his employee and shook his head. –Must’ve been the wind.-
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Post by Iris on Aug 8, 2016 4:10:53 GMT
Amai stretched her arms out above her head, letting out a loud and announcing sigh of pleasure before giving a small snap of her fingers. "Well, I'm off then, just use these ugly little ear things if you need me.~" Without even waiting to discuss her actions with her coworkers, she made her way to the young prince and gave him a small wink. "Try and stay out of trouble, Darling." Despite the sweetness of her words, there seemed to be an underlying, threatening edge to them, veiled behind the snake-ish smile she wore. Then, Amai made her way for the similar exit as Garo, her intentions being quite similar to his...but more for her interests than the rest of the team.
She made her way more inland towards the more populated areas. Aware of the looks she was already garnering from the way she paraded around, Amai began to make quick, playful 'social visits' with a few of Arata's residents. By the time she was done, Amai swiped her thumb across the lips of a bystander she'd pulled aside into the dim shadows of a nearby hut, smudging away the bright red of her shared lipstick. "There there, Darling." The individual trembled briefly, as if her touch sent electric shocks throughout their entire body. With a hazy expression, they smiled slowly in delight and Amai looked down upon them with amusement, giggling faintly as she felt the first few links of her hivemind come together. "Now, do me a favor and behave normally. If you see anything bizarre, be a couple of lovely darlings and let me know, alright? If you're good, I might even praise you.~" The collective jolt of excitement she felt made her body tingle and she humeed happily, hugging the small individual into her large chest before parting ways, leaving them breathless and stumbling back into the streets to mindlessly do their tasks as they had been asked.
Touching her fingertips to the hard, plastic bud against her ear, Amai decided to give some communication to the team she'd ditched. Eve only gave her three rules, none of them told her to exactly cooperate..."I've got a few scouts inland, if something too suspicious happens, I'll know.~" Man, if only Eve were here, maybe she'd praise her! Amai looked far too pleased with herself, standing out publically as she winced, looking into the bright blue sky; what a nice day to be her.~
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 8, 2016 5:25:10 GMT
"Check in every five minutes, okay?" Huntsman tapped her earpice. "You wouldn't believe how many easy raids I've pulled off because the guards didn't check in." Huntsman let her teammates leave. Might as well have somebody on the perimeter. Not the kick guy though. "You can stay in here. You're the least conspicuous of us. And I feel if somebody just pulls a gun, you can handle it pretty quickly. I'll stand outside and scan them coming in." Huntsman stepped outside the meeting room and planted her feet. Anybody coming in would have to pass her. Even the vents into the room, too small to be tresspassed by a human anyway, passed right overhead where he could hear anything in them.
Falken was right. It was odd for a cyborg to be old fashioned. But Jun didn't have the social grace to pick up on anything else odd about this mechanical halfman. "Stories?" Jun was even less a storyteller than a conversant. She walked in uncomfortable silence for a good half minute before something came to mind. "Have you ever fought Russian mafia? Specifically the Hidden World ones?" She asked Falken.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 8, 2016 6:02:04 GMT
Seeing that his team were ditching the very person they were supposed to be protecting, Sid gave a loud sigh as he nodded at Huntsman. "Right...I can deal with dudes who get past all you. Great teamwork, folks." He says sarcastically at the end into the earpiece. Leaning against the wall, Sid paused for a moment...then looked over at Derek. "So...do we need to be worried that this Andrew guy has thermal vision, and can fire arrows straight into this room?" He was only half joking with that question. If this arrow dude was strong enough...man, he hoped this wasn't a possibility.
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Post by RedLenai on Aug 9, 2016 2:55:35 GMT
Derek just let the rest do whatever they wanted to do, sitting in a chair he listened to the blond girl's words and then he made a pretty mischievous smile - I'll try, my lady
When Huntsman left the room and Amai informed, he rested his cheek on his hand while he clossed his eyes. He wasn't tired but that's was "the better way" to laze around. He definetly won't put his feets on the table, no, no. That's was pretty bad for a Prince and someone that would make a contrat with some human foreigners. He let out a little chuckle by hearing Sid's words. Then he looked up, showing an otherworldly glow in his eyes - He is pretty normal but I wouldn't hesitate to make him pay for his actions in the past... - Then he made a little pause - I'm a little ... spiteful - He did a really arrogant smile again - By the way.... Sid, do you have any enemies?
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Post by Kuma on Aug 11, 2016 3:24:13 GMT
The owner of the Oberman Trading Company finally set foot on the docks, pulling a fabric handkerchief from his really tight front pants pocket. He swept the sweat from his fat brow, eternally clenched into a frown, which made his forehead look like a flesh colored version of the Michelin mascot. The sun was at its highest, right over them as they walked down the rickety wooden planks of the pier, towards the pavement rustic road that went directly towards the Resort. –This wretched torrid hellhole will be my death!- He looked around with his everlasting frown at full force. -Why did I pick this place again?- He muttered while he rubbed the fabric over his disgusting half-bearded neck, he wasn’t able to shave the night before, soaking the handkerchief in sweat.
His secretary Ms. Schwartzwald, gave him a puzzled look. –But Sir, this is exactly the location you wanted, following your instructions. - She shuffled through the digital notes on a tablet, reading out loud the indications. –You asked for the earliest possible reservation in a secluded calm location, which accepted Hidden World denizens and was off limits of other organizations to ensure they couldn’t affect the negotiations.- She glanced the island coastline. –I admit that this look much nicer in person than through their webpage, clearly they need some lessons on advertising. - Oberman buffed swatting a mosquito away. –Yes, very scenic… but also hot as a circle of hell. - Ms. Schwartzwald quickly replied. –But sir, not every Circle of Hell is hot, for example the circle for traitors is frozen. - Mr. Oberman glared at his secretary who quickly realized her mistake.
The Corrupt Businessman looked around with feverish eyes. –Where is that damn MI:13 lap dog? He should be here with a car or at least some sort transport… I don’t plan on walking to the building.-
Garo walked at a brisk pace until he reached the end of the beach, facing a large rock formation, a very steep cliff, topped by some trees. It seemed like the perfect place to set up camp. Without a hint of hesitation while looking to the height of the geographical accident he pulled a stack of papers from one of his pouches and started shuffling through them. –No, not this one, not this one.- He stopped, focusing on one saying “Wind Barrier”. He placed that one inside his jacket, knowing, from what little Eve shared with him about Amai that he might need it. Finally he picked one of his Wind Riding charms and placed it on his back. This would allow him to enhance his speed and jumping power through Ki channeled into the Omnyo charms.
-Here goes nothing.- He muttered to himself as he started jumping upwards. Even if he used these charms many times in the past he could never get accustomed to the feeling of weightlessness. His body shot upwards and skillfully he kept the momentum bouncing from rock to rock, moving always in parabolic trajectories until reaching the top. In matter of minutes he set up a vantage point, using a large cloth he had compressed in one of his pouches to build a makeshift camouflaged tent, as the cloth could mimic the colors and textures of objects in contact with it and sat down overlooking the coastline and the resort, breathing in the salty air. –Huntsman, I’ve taken a vantage point overlooking the resort, I will inform everybody in the main com channel if I see any activity, like right now, as I can see a new boat arriving, surely the other side of this negotiations.-
-I would be lying if I didn’t mention my scuffles with some of the comrades in Moscow, they were trying to smuggle magical goods without knowing what they were packing…- Falken reminisced about an incident years before, were he was the one who supplied the Mafia with those artifacts and almost let them cause a mayor catastrophe in Moscow. They were stopped of course, but not by Falken. –What’s your story with those good for nothing vodka chuggers?-
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 11, 2016 4:04:07 GMT
Ok, this was starting to get creepy. The weird look Derek had in his eyes was weird enough, but then the indication that he was spiteful make it even more weird for the lazy martial artist. Was this guy some kind of sadist? Sighing, he looked over at the inquisitive prince. "Let's see...not really, none I can remember, anyway." Which was only partially true, as he still hated Andy for betraying him in the Osaka incident a few years ago. "Why ya ask...? Sounds like ya got plenty o'enemies without hearing mine." Sid was a pretty non-confrontational guy, so he didn't have anyone going after his blood...he thought, anyway. The comments that Derek was making made Sid now wish that he bolted out when everyone else did...damn it! Perhaps he could just walk out to 'use the bathroom' and force one of the runaways to take his position.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 11, 2016 5:02:57 GMT
Huntsman smiled when Garo called. "Good. Describe anybody who gets off. I want to know if anybody joins them coming in. Oh, and can you shoot an arrow right next to one of their heads? Choose one who looks like a dick and do it!" Huntsman's voice went from delighted but professional to purely childish. She stopped pressing the button on her headset and turned to bang on the door.
"I can hear you in there, and if a normal person comes gunning for you, he's going to find himself scattered across no continents because I'm just going to eat him." Huntsman leaned on the wall and began seeming to melt into it. In reality she was flattening her body out and taking on the coloration and patterns of the wallpaper, down to its texture. In a moment, all that remained was a little headset resting on the floor.
"Well these ones were Hidden World. The grunts were easy enough. Track suits don't hold up to me very well, even if they are enchanted." She smiled at the memory. She had done good work that day. "But then there was this guy, crazy old shaman guy. Big and tough, threw ghosts at me. But then when I knocked him down and held my blade to his throat, he started crying, like a child who stubbed his toe! He begged and begged and cried, saying he would give me all his gold, all his money, make me his wife, all if I just let him live. Why he thought I would want to be his wife I don't know. He did have a lot of gold though. Big necklaces and bangles and rings all over."
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Post by Iris on Aug 11, 2016 5:28:13 GMT
This mission felt completely droll. The entertainment she had enjoyed earlier had all dissipated and her hivemind wasn't relaying her any good information; it was pretty much the normal stuff. "We love you", "We'll die for you", "Please notice me". Amai could honestly care less about them at this point. Like pups that wouldn't quit winding around her feet, she adored their attention for a moment, but she wanted...more. Something that put up more of a fight, a back alley hound that would snarl and bare its teeth and aim for her throat with those knife-like fangs...and she'd crush it beneath her heel, she'd make it bow and submit, and in that moment she'd feel like she was on top of the world all over again before she inevitably got bored.
That was how she found herself at the in-between on the coast, in an annoyingly gaudy tiki-themed bar. Eve gave her three rules and none of them really said she had to actively participate, just that the mission had to be completed..."Another.~" Amai chided at the barkeep whose fingers fidgeted with her glass; everytime he'd given it to her, they'd brushed fingers and he found himself staring more at her than his work any longer. Amai had been making connections all the way on the walk here and even her waterproof lipstick had begun to wash off through every single one, she would really need to reapply soon... In one hand Amai held her gaudy and fruity drink, adoring the cute little umbrella that adorned it, and in the other she scanned through her pictures, deciding which ones to keep and delete while her comrades talked over the earpiece. Sid and Huntsman seemed to have a fine hold on that little kid, Garo was probably doing something delightfully sneaky from the sounds of it, and she was at the nice little barrier of the in-between...plus a little extra. Her mind-hitched slaves were bumbling around, glazed and glassy undoubtedly, both inland, a few less that had made their way to the coast, and around the outside of the estate, if anything strange were to happen she'd know regardless of their distance.
"Hey Huntsman, lets take a selfie later, I love pictures with cute girls.~" Amai spoke, sing-song, into her headpiece before feeling the slight ping of one of her slaves letting her know of the boat that'd docked. They relayed their information and seemed a rather angry man had arrived. Following up for once, Amai pressed the earpiece again as she swiveled the small umbrella around, a smile growing widely on her face. "Someone's here, my connection says he's a short and angry man, particularly disgusting too...someone important to worry about? Is he the other side you were talking about, Garo?" Turning around in her stool, Amai sipped from her glass while rocking her leg back and forth over the other one, glasses now placed back over her eyes; she'd just seem like some beach-goer at this point, a very very pretty one, but hopefully not too suspicious considering her hair covered her ears and the communication piece.
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Post by RedLenai on Aug 11, 2016 5:53:11 GMT
Derek continued conversing with Sid, after all, he was bored. After hearing the other's response, he added - I don't know anyone that could be my enemy, but Andrew claimed himself as one... saying something like "I'm gonna make you pay, sorcerer, I'm really going to kill you" - He did a pause and then he added with a really fake smile - He believes that I've killed someone
When Garo communicates, he immediately thought about the person that he was going to meet. After Amai's dialogue, he smiled to himself, so he was right...a really fat and sweaty businessman coming with the hate of the world and maybe that man was going to treat him as a little brat. Probably the man was thinking in something like using some weird words to confuse him and then seal a contract without even know what they were going to do on their island. He clucked his tongue, he probably had to have patience to a disgusting selfish pig, this probably was going to be a loooong "vacation" in Arata...
My lady, I heard that human flesh tastes good accompanied by tropical fruits of this location, maybe a pineapple would suit you for a good meal - He answered to Huntsman
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Post by Kuma on Aug 13, 2016 4:22:45 GMT
-Enchanted track suits, that’s classic. - Falken chuckled as his machete sliced another branch in the way. –I had to deal with a bunch of Cartel members who had their horrible white suits reinforced with some sort of high-tech defense, is not the exactly the same but you made me remember t- The Infamous Mercenary stopped talking in an abrupt manner, his eyes slowly narrowing down as he scanned the surroundings since his sensors noticed a change nearby. Finally he spoke, without the carefree tone he had been so convincingly faking so far. –Somebody is here, following us…- A branch cracked behind them to which Falken pointed a 9mm he had hidden inside the shirt at the bushes.
Still thinking to keep his strength as much as possible he talked to Jun. –You seem more adept into close quarters combat than me, I will cover you from here while you check out what’s hiding behind that tree.- Falken would’ve done it himself, replacing checking with just shooting, but this was a good chance to see Jun in action to gauge her skills in the case they had a “misunderstanding” further on. –I have your back.- He said with a confident smile.
-Seems that our liaison is going to meet the other side of the negotiations. - Garo spoke through the main com channel containing the impulse to laugh as he could clearly see George jumping out the window and trying to avoid any kind of contact. With a flic of his finger he shifted the channel and went directly to Amai. –Are you sure you didn’t do something to the kid? Didn’t you forget him in a sex dungeon for days on end? Did you stole his girlfriend?- The Old Archer was an inquisitive man and really wanted to know if there wasn’t anything in the past between the Werewolf and the Succubus.
George decided that it would be for the better to try and avoid Amai, so he jumped off his window and rushed towards the pier when he was informed about the arrival of Oberman by one of the staff members of the Resort. The Werewolf decided to take a shortcut through the beach, but the sun, hitting the white sand for hours, had turned the floor into a burning hell if you lacked shoes, something his real form couldn’t use. –Hot…HOTHOTHOTHOTHOT!- The Myth Soldier skipped over the sun running directly towards the wooden floorboards of the Tiki Bar’s coast side deck. He started scrapping the hot sand out of his feet before realizing the huge mistake he made. The sweet aroma of Amai reached his nostrils and George’s body called it to quits, paralyzed while looking at the Succubus with his feral eyes as open as his furry eyelids would allow.
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