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Post by Iris on Aug 13, 2016 15:55:13 GMT
Amai was idly sipping at her bright blue drink, only stopping with a sound of question as Garo spoke to her directly about George's strange disposition of horror towards her. She could only scoff as he spoke to her about sex dungeons and stealing lovers. Amai leaned back to rest her elbows against the bar while swiveling her glass around, causing the liquid and its umbrella to dance slightly. "Is that what you think of my type? For one, trapping that little puppy in a dungeon...he wouldn't leave alive. For two, I don't steal lovers. I take both of them.~" Her smile at the end was entirely confident and self-assured. Truthfully, she had no clue why George was terrified of her, but she didn't really care either. "I've never met him before, as far as I remember at least. It's a shame, but the cute pup might just be afraid of demons? I can only assume he can sniff it out on me. What a shame, what a shame...I love leashes too, he would have been fun.~"
She had been sipping on her drink again while relaxing on something that wasn't supposed to be a vacation when she heard the clicking of canine claws on the warm, wooden floorboards. The strange scent George carried with him that helped her pick him apart from a human's greeted her and instantly, her teeth bared in a wide smile against the straw she bit down on lightly. "Well well, I was just thinking about you.~" She pressed her finger against her communication device to reply to Garo once more while setting her empty glass down on the bar top. "I'll be a little preoccupied though, contact me if you need me...or want to organize a date.~" Then, without really waiting for him, she stood up from her bar stool and made her way to the paralyzed werewolf.
"Hmmm, you look like you've seen a ghost." Saunter was one way to describe her walk, but slither was also extremely accurate; Amai almost seemed like a snake closing in on a mouse as she approached George regardless of his whims on the matter. The rigid way he stood, the way his eyes looked at her in pure shock, or fear, it invigorated her. Amai felt immensely powerful around this beast. "Scared of me, Pup? Why's that, I wonder?" Amai held no sense of his personal space as she pressed forward and shamelessly trailed her fingertips beneath the wolf man's chin, giving a close-lipped smile as her eyes narrowed slightly with a faint pink fume slipping from between her lips. "Feel like telling me, Darling? Or would you rather be muzzled this whole time? I like either option.~" Needless to say, George just garnered her full attention. Unfortunately. All while she should have been paying attention to her mission instead.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 13, 2016 17:34:07 GMT
Huntsman spoke now through vibrations rippling through her whole flat body. "I DON'T TAKE COOKING TIPS FROM PREY." Her voice rattled the room in this form, seeming to come from every surface. A tendril manipulated the com and she continued her vibrations. "YOUR SELFIES CAN WAIT, AMAI. TAIL THE OTHER SIDE OF THE NEGOTIATIONS AND TELL ME IF ANYBODY JOINS THEM." She was displaying her predatory instincts at last. One might sometimes wonder how Huntsman was the second in command of the Wild Hunt besides nepotism, being the unstable fool she was. But here it was clear. On the hunt, Huntsman was at her best.
"It's tacky is what it is." Jun growled at the idea of it. She froze as well when she heard the cracking branch. As far as she was concerned, anything large enough to crack a branch was no good to have following you. "I'll check it." Jun took a single step towards the bushes and those glass scales appeared up and down her left hand. She made a thrust and three of her fingers sharpened and rapidly extended to stab into the bushes. If anything was in there, she was going to impale it thoroughly from here.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 14, 2016 15:28:40 GMT
"...who the hell told you what is good to eat human meat with?" Sid asked, looking at Derek with a slightly lowered right eyebrow. Was he friends with a cannibal like the crazy chameleon chick in the other room? Luckily, Huntsman seemed to be sufficiently running this operation, so Sid continued to lean against the wall and made sure that nobody could get through that door and attack the crazy prince dude. To be honest though...Sid wasn't expecting to succeed in this mission. Amai was probably flirting with everything in town with a pulse instead of helping, Huntsman was only smart in a few scenarios, Garo was alright...and the prince dude was probably some reptilian in disguise. "Well, if this dude wants to kill ya...what does he look like? We got people who could spot if he's here or not."
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Post by RedLenai on Aug 14, 2016 21:11:36 GMT
Derek had started to laugh loudly, the words coming from the "mouth" of Huntsman seemed funny to him. Then the blond boy turned to Sid, noting his discomfort, with an angelic smile, looking like an innocent child who would not harm a fly, he added with a soft voice - I've read this from some human books, I don't know why you're making that face
Derek began walking around the room, watching every corner of it. He would spend his hand on one of the seats, taking just a pinch of dust. Made a face of disgust, at the same time he took a handkerchief from his pocket and wiped his hand - If you want to know about Andy ... There is not much I could say, he is like my height, same age. Redhead with blue eyes, a real Irish... But I'm cuter.
The Prince was quite arrogant, continued to walk around the room until a pot. He noted the plant quite disinterest and then returned to the couch. He let out a sigh as he sat. He bit his own lips, thank God there was no clock in the room, otherwise the pince had begun to lose patience. He began to move his leg showing some anxiety... he was getting tired of that nonsense.
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Post by Kuma on Aug 15, 2016 3:51:14 GMT
Every single hair in George’s body stood up as Amai grew closer. The Myth Soldier wanted to move backwards, but he was completely paralyzed. The moment her finger plotted a course over his skin a powerful goose-bump shocked George, who started shivering and muttering canine whines. He really wanted to leave, but he was completely trapped in between the attraction and the fear, trapped in a cage of bittersweet pain and pleasure. The Myth Soldier inhaled the pink smoke, incapable of resisting the allure of Amai. He wanted to block it out, to avoid falling once again to the tricks of a Succubus, but he wasn’t able to do it, not because of personal weakness, but thanks to the constant exposure in the past he was having serious troubles resisting, like an addict who was forced to consume once again.
-I…I…no…- George was fighting with all he had trying to close his fangs and move backwards, but it was useless. A voice inside his head was telling him to surrender to the sweet aroma coming from Amai, to forfeit his will and conscience to the Succubus in front of him. The pain of resisting was great and the thought of letting go crossed his mind, until finally it took over his whole being. His position relaxed and his face shifted from fear and disgust to a blissful, dumb smile. –I meet one of your same kind Mistress, I lived with her for months and was forced to do her bidding under the effects of her powers and potent drugs.- George obviously spoke of his time with Luna, that started innocent enough until she drugged him to force him into missions and used her powers to basically treat him as a slave. Just her vanishing from the face of the Earth saved him.
The sadness radiated from the Myth Soldier even if he superficially looked pleased. It was quite heart wrenching to witness.
-Seems that the other side of the negotiations is still on the pier waiting for the MI:13 Agent.- Looking at the pier with binoculars, not noticing George's race through the sand, Garo tried to change the topic as what Amai said seemed like something he didn’t want to know about was happening, so to avoid getting to know it he muted Amai’s in any private channels wavelength. The Old Archer had a foreboding feeling, as if something really bad was about to happen, or somebody really annoying was about to appear. He could hear Huntsman proclamations from above his vantage point so he switched the channel to a private with the Shapeshifter and asked. –Everything okay down there?-
-WAIT WAIT WAIT MATES! - A voice came out from behind the bushes. A gloved hand moved the leaves away to reveal a young man, with long black hair and dressed casually, he had a large sniper rifle hanging on his back, a couple of revolvers on his waist and a large combat knife behind his waist. He avoided the scale by cms, a red line of blood dripping the side of his neck was the only wound he got from the razor sharp weapon of Jun, piercing a tree behind him. Falken looked at the kind and realized who he was. –You’re Andy Bonham, from the Bonham family, right? - Andy was part of a well-known family of sharpshooters and soldiers of fortune.
The Silver Eyed Hunter lifted both hands. –Sorry didn’t mean to startle you! I got here a bit latter and hoped to join the mission. - He slowly moved his hand towards the inside of his jacket, an action that made Falken aim directly at his head. Andy quickly tried to explain. –Wait teach! Don’t get your panties on a twist! I’m just pulling out the contract! - The Infamous Mercenary clucked his tongue without moving his gun a centimeter. –Don’t bullshit me Bonham, you aren’t in 3rd Year in Inazuma yet, you can’t take solo assassination missions. - There was a rule for students in Inazuma, Falken quickly explained to Jun. –I know him from Inazuma Academy in Japan, I give classes there from time to time, I know the owner.- It was Andy’s turn to explain. –Don’t shoot me mate! I came here as an intern for another Assassin, but once I got here I found he was dead on the rocks.- He pulled the contract from inside his jacket and extended his hand towards them while he sighed and scratched his nape.
-My old man won’t like it if I don’t come back with participation in the mission, so I decided to search for whoever took it and offer my talents, is not my fault that the old Ricogent Bastard wasn’t a good climber…- He lazily smiled. –And this is a good thing, you know me Mr. Degiraz, you know that my shooting is world class to say the least and I have field experience, wouldn’t you like to have me help you and this lovely lady as an unpaid intern?- Falken looked at him and then at Jun. –What do you think Ms. Lee? I can vouch for his skill and it won’t hurt having another pair of hands, especially hands we don’t need to pay to have.-
Normally the Infamous Mercenary would have popped two bullets on Andy’s head, but if he wanted to keep his “good guy” charade he needed to allow Jun to have some agency on the situation.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 15, 2016 6:42:39 GMT
"HOLD ON GARO. I NEED TO SPEAK WITH AMAI." Huntsman's strange voice, almost a hum, buzzed over the com link. "AMAI. LEAVE THE PUP ALONE. I WANT HIM MYSELF. YOU CAN DO ME THAT FAVOR, CAN'T YOU?" She said in the general channel, then switched back to private with Garo. "I'M DOING GREAT, BESIDES BEING BORED AS HELL. FOUND ANY EXCUSE TO JUST KILL THE COMPANY REPS?" Huntsman's voice churned with joy at the prospect. Blood seemed to drip from her tongue as she spoke. Or would if she currently had one.
Jun frowned and withdrew her fingers. A single drop of blood fell. The kid was fast. She had killed dozens of people with a quick spear finger. He was at least more than a henchman. "Don't slow us down." She spoke curtly. Her mind automatically pigeonholed the intern into the role of a servant. If she had a bag he'd be carrying it. "Get your weapons hidden. We're keeping a low profile." Jun wasn't sure how he'd hide the sniper rifle, but it wasn't her problem.
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Post by Iris on Aug 15, 2016 9:26:48 GMT
Amai ordered the enthralled bartender to pay them no mind while she backed the poor, frightened creature of her interest into a more isolated corner. Within the cool shadows, Amai traveled her fingertips along the coarse fur aligning his shoulders, neck, and slowly his jaw, all with a smile and hungering glint in her eyes. Like a child playing with putty, she was squishing and pulling apart at George’s will with every single touch, every single breath, suffocating him beneath her will while pressing into him with her chin settled on his shoulder as she embraced him far too boldly. “My kind, hm? It’s not terribly uncommon. Poor Pup.~ Don’t worry, I’m not so cruel as to drag you around in a daze. The idea of you being barely functional, unknowing of your own will, how...droll.~ No, no, that’s not how I operate at all. I’ll want you feeling something and you know what that’d be?” The finality of her last statement was layered in sadistic, delighted intent while she shifted her head slowly to rest beside his, whispering quietly with a honeyed and gentle tone, her true intentions betrayed by the overly delighted smile on her face. “I’ll let you feel the strongest love you could ever manage. You’ll want to follow me, not because of drugs, but because of a passion so hot it’ll be burning you from the inside!~” Her delight in breaking George was quickly interrupted as she heard Huntsman’s voice radiating in her ear.
Huntsman was giving her orders?? How quaint. With a resigned, petulant huff, Amai then pulled away as if it were the easiest thing in the world, pacing her way out of the shadows to walk across the bar’s floors while speaking back into the headset. “Ordering me around now, are you darling? That’s cute.~” Eve apparently gave this group a bit too much confidence over their control of her; they did know that she was only taking orders from Eve, right? Then, she could only pause, shocked that Huntsman did the unthinkable; she asked for her pet. Immediately, eyes narrowed, Amai’s smile was threat incarnate as she leaned forward onto the bar, the barkeep still looking as obediently away as when he was first ordered. “You want my pet? Sorry Darling, but that won’t happen, I’m particularly fond of the pup.~” Eve was going to be furious with her if she kept butting heads like this...and the idea thrilled her. Would Eve yell at her? Threaten her? That woman’s fiery passion made Amai all tingly.~ “Besides, I’ve been a little...naughty.” Snaking her tongue along her bottom lip slightly, she spoke unabashedly across the connected channels to all of her team, excluding Garo who had blocked her, unknowing to Amai at least. “I may have already begun enthralling him...whoopsie.~ He’s just so cute, the way he whimpers, I just want to squeeze him!~” Amai cupped her cheeks in her hand, saying the last phrase in one overly delighted exhale before stopping to talk back to Huntsman once again, speaking in her usual, playful tone. “I do like this authority figure you’ve decided to take though. As if your previous figure wasn’t attractive enough. I could just eat you up….but since I would like Eve to praise me a little, I’ll at least tail this opposite end of the negotiations. But….” Cutting her gaze to George in the corner, Amai smiled hungrily while shifting her weight against her leaned hip. “The Pup is mine, should have jumped sooner.~”
She cut her conversation and stretched again with a sigh as she realized she’d have to actually do work now. Butting heads was fun, but doing it in person was so much more exciting. “Nowwwww...how do I want to do this…” Amai had a few options here; she could always send one of her thralls, but they tended to stumble a bit and get too distracted...the possibility of them giving themselves away was high. She could also go herself, of course she’d probably have to change her appearance to stand out less...but not everyone would exactly fill her measurements on these clothes. Debating between these two, Amai suddenly seemed to light up with an idea and she turned her attention back to George, smiling widely. “Actually, maybe I don’t have to do much after all… Mr. Hastewell, darling, would you mind doing me a favor?~ I haven’t done quite so much to you just yet, you’re still seemingly in good control of your body...when you’re not close to me at least. You’re in the hivemind, just a little bit, a veeeerry small bit...but enough to communicate.” Sauntering back over, she shamelessly pressed into his warm and fuzzy side, looking up from his large arm that she cradled beneath, her tone sugary sweet. “You can afford to get close, right? Good senses and all...feel like seeing the other end of the negotiations and telling me what to expect? If you do, I’ll even give you a reward.~”
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 16, 2016 15:13:05 GMT
"Human books...right..." Sid says with a small amount of sarcasm in his voice, now starting to think that this guy was just screwing with him with all this weird behavior. At least this Andy person he was talking about wasn't the bastard that Sid was thinking of. Closing his eyes slightly as he leaned against the wall, Sid listened in as Amai spoke with Huntsman over the communication headsets. After every word that came out of Amai's mouth, Sid became more happy with the fact that she wasn't interested in him. Referring to the dude as 'her's' like the guy was some kind of object to be fought over was just plain creepy. Perhaps after this mission, he should tell someone that this guy was about to be mind controlled by a sex demon. How the hell was Wild Hunt still allowed to operate when it had a cannibal and a succubus on its team?
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Post by RedLenai on Aug 18, 2016 2:01:21 GMT
Yeah, Sid. You're right, wendigos aren't humans after all - Said the prince without paying too much attention
He started walking around the room, he was completely bored and it was something that was clearly noticeable. He snapped his fingers, as if they were a lighter, letting see a light blue spark coming out. He wasn't stupid, he didn't want to end up burning something so he was far away from flammable things. One of the things that bothered him the most was being locked in a room and the other was to be patient. Then the prince just left the room without caring about anything. Of course he lied again when he spoke as he leave - I'm going to the bathroom... and I want privacity, please - And... He ended up on the entrance of the build. What a wonderful town and a wonderful place to take some pictures or leave someone out of patience!. Being outside of the Kingdom surely was an adventure for him. His eyes were shinning with a childish smile, he NEVER would show that part of him to anyone. First of all, he went to another place to change is clothes. Wearing a suit wasn't part of his character at all, he ended up wearing some normal pants, and a t-shirt. The outside was hot as hell but it didn't bother him but before anything he bought a sunscreen to don't ruin his pale skin.
Thomas will lose his head when he sees this - He took a picture with his cellphone, while looking at the electronic devices that were for sale. They were cheap but he didn't bought anyone, maybe they were of poor quality. By the way, he took photographs of everything that were interesting for him. Also, it would be something to talk about with the little priest when he had the oportunity to visit him again. He ended up resting on a lounge chair under the shade, while drinking a tropical juice - They can take all their time, but I don't plan to waste the opportunity to have a good vacation here
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Post by Kuma on Aug 20, 2016 20:44:18 GMT
-You’ve got it love. - Andy clucked his tongue, winked while giving the thumbs up. The Heir of the Bonham family quickly split his sniper in three parts and carefully placed it inside weapon bag, with foam and cavities for each part, disguised as a beach bag. He was wearing tourist like clothing as the others. Andy followed behind them looking around with the relaxed confidence of a talented sharpshooter. He started whistling but he quickly stopped when he realized the situation he was in and because Falken glared at him with murderous intensity. Andy was taken aback by the situation, as the Falken he remembered was a bit more fun than this. Maybe this was the Infamous Mercenary “Work Mode”. Still Andy was getting bored, so in a whisper he offered a new course of actions.
-Do you want me to scout ahead? I look just like a dumb posh kid tourist lost in the island, I won’t be noticed.- He was sort of right, Jun would be too noticeable and Falken wasn’t exactly difficult to pick out as a professional killer, even when he tried to hide it. –I’ll send back updates.- He placed a couple of headphones, that really served as a disguised comm unit. –You still use the same frequency you taught us in Inazuma right?- He asked Falken as he set up his headphones. The Infamous Mercenary couldn’t care less about what Andy planned to do, but to keep the appearances and give Jun a false sense of control he deferred to her. –What do you think? He seems eager to be helpful.- He asked the Shattered Warrior.
-Your wish is my command Mistress.- George replied to her request by kneeling and uttering those words. The Myth Soldier left the Tiki bar walking towards the pier where Overman was waiting. Under the thrall of Amai his body ignored certain nervous impulses, like the pain of the scalding hot sand he was stepping in. Before getting to the bar he could barely stand stepping on it, but now he strode over it without any kind of visible pain. Somebody who watched him reach the bar and then leave it noticed the change. That one was Garo, who didn’t see Amai getting to the bar as he was facing backwards when she entered it, but he did see George. The Old Archer shook his head, cursing at Eve for sending the Succubus with them as he realized what happened, or at least had a strong suspicion.
Against his better judgement he opened the commlink to Amai and with a uncharacteristic gentle voice asked. –Amai, darling, could you come out from the Tiki Bar? I think there is something you should see, move towards my Vantage point, south of your position.- The Veteran Hunter readied his bow. He wouldn’t shot at Amai, he was aiming to scare her rather than hurt her. He even loaded one of his Sacred Cold Iron Arrows, enchanted to deal with her kind. (Not lethal per-se, just able to diminish any demon-like creature natural resistance to conventional weaponry enough to hurt them) He just wanted to show her that he could wound her if needed.
Oberman and his secretary noticed the incoming Werewolf and kept their cool, they were already informed of the nature of the MI:13 Agent. Still Oberman was more pissed off than scared anyway, he had dealt with uglier and more dangerous creatures before, so he chastised George’s lateness. –So you finally decided to come here to welcome us.- He raised his sweaty brows and clenched his teeth in anger. –I thought we would melt under this sun, where is our transport? I won’t discuss anything until I get a change of clothes and something fresh to drink.- George used his commlink and asked the staff to bring a car for the guests. He couldn’t move closer to them, as if some kind of strange force was pushing him back. He mechanically attempted to get closer to stretch Oberman’s hand, but he couldn’t do it. Oberman noticed and nodded to his secretary so she would explain the situation.
-Mr. Oberman and myself are currently protected by a myriad of our company’s best products and some of the relics created by Mr. Oberman’s father and grandfather.- She even demonstrated it by walking near the water and the waves crashed against and invisible shield. –We don’t require bodyguards, but we aren’t defenseless, we cannot be touched unless we want to.- George only nodded and replied with a laconic. –Ok.- As the car coming from the resort drove over and stopped, a staff member opening a door for both of them to enter and drove away towards the main building. George lagged behind and then went directly back to the Tiki Bar to inform Amai.
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Post by Iris on Aug 20, 2016 21:20:27 GMT
Amai had already gotten another one of her frilly, fruity drinks when the crackle of her comm-line being received from Garo came through. Seemed he wanted to chat with her now? Why so suddenly? Sipping lackadaisically on her straw, Amai looked as if she were simply slacking at this point, but she was slowly gathering what intel she could through her slightly muddled informants; she had kissed them a little too long, taking far too much time enjoying herself and now...all their thoughts were primarily of her. They weren't focusing very well...and as flattering as it was, it just made her slightly iffed. Instead of spending her entire day prior to this mission flirting with Eve, she should have fed...she was getting hungry and it was going against her usually better, but not terribly so, judgement.
Amai released her straw with a soft, questioning tone as Garo spoke to her so differently than he had before. Immediately, it made her smirk; this grumpy old geezer was calling HER darling? What was it he wanted? "Mm, you made me shiver with that one, darling. Keep calling me that, and I'll be nothing but trembling flesh.~" A big part of Amai really didn't want to get up; that part being mostly laziness with a hint of edge. She didn't like the way he was swapping his tactic with her...she wished he'd stayed more disgusted with her instead of putting on this 'pretty please' mask...but her desire was definitely clouding her mind. With a sigh and a deposited glass, Amai left the Tiki Bar to follow Garo's wishes, putting back on her sunglasses while replying into the comm. "Alright, what is it? It better be someone cute...I was enjoying a nice drink." Suddenly, something seemed to catch her attention when she felt the most solid, subtle wavelength of George in her web of enslavement. He had definitely found something, but he wasn't telling her immediately...dammit, so was the way it worked. She didn't exactly give him solid instructions and each person she enslaved handled their type of 'love' differently than some; seems George's super obedient personality meant he was just going to come straight to her instead of relaying his thoughts...not that he exactly could, she hadn't kissed him yet.
How does one even kiss a dog?
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 21, 2016 0:31:43 GMT
From the fronds of the palm Derek rested under a twisting vine came down. It lowered onto his head before twisting around impossibly to face him. Its end opened up like a trumpet with a moist inside speckled with hairs, revealing it to be no vine at all. "GET THE FUCK BACK TO THE CONFERENCE ROOM YOU LITTLE SHIT." The fragment of Huntsman said. Clearly Huntsman hadn't respected Derek's request for privacy and sent a piece to tail him.
"SORRY GEORGE, I TRIED." Huntsman apologized to the werewolf for not being able to rescue him from Amai. Oh well, not really her problem. What was her problem was waiting for the other side of the discussions. They were taking their sweet time.
Jun shrugged. "It seems like a decent plan." She might as well let the intern do something. After all, that's what a servant was for. "Try to find us a way in." She ordered. She looked at him expectantly, ready for him to leave. He was looking at Falken funny and she didn't like it. It was weird.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 23, 2016 1:53:43 GMT
"Yeah...ya shouldn't be here." Sid states, strolling up from behind Derek and leaning against a nearby chair, arms cross across his chest and a disinterested look on his face. "Kinda saw how ya walked past the bathroom, and went out the place. Sooooo...I just followed until the weird chick piped up." Stretching his arms above his head, Sid crossed them once more. "Gonna be honest, I really don't care what ya do...but if you get shot in the head, I don't get paid. Soooooo..." He pointed his finger back at their previous location. "...we should go back." Man, why was this guy now trying to get away? Did he WANT to be killed or something? Was this some elaborate plan to waste Sid's entire day while he wouldn't get paid a single cent? Bastards.
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Post by RedLenai on Aug 23, 2016 2:59:08 GMT
Derek only pouted and was "listening to Huntsman and Sid", meanwhile he was offering to the other man an Ice cream that was on a little table. He drank a little more and then he finally spoke to Huntsman - Mr. Whale is going to the Conference Room? I don't want to go if I'm only to keep waiting for another hour - Then he crossed his arms, bited his own lips and spoke again - If he is near the place, I'll appear there in one second, don't worry my lady.
Then he was about to drink a bit more of his juice and then someone just grabbed his glass. When he looked up, he saw those emerald eyes that he knew since he was a kid. He quickly stood up and with his eyes wide open he just... kept like that.
Derek, you should listen to what they are telling you -A sweet voice came from the other teenager that was being observer by Derek. His green eyes were shinning with a sweet smile. He was dressed with a T-Shirt with a cross, Bermuda shorts and Converse tennis shoes. His skin was darker than Derek's and his hair was brown with some little orange highlights. With his calm voice he turned to Sid and spoke - Nice to meet you sir, I'm Thomas Sillything... Did my brother has caused any problems?
The blond guy, shaked his head at full speed. He stood in front of Thomas and then spoke to Sid - Don't hurt him. He is not an enemy! - He sound a bit scared, as if the other boy was a treasure more valuable than gold - By the way, Thomy, why are you here?
My apologies... I've forgot to tell you that I was traveling to Ireland... this was just a scale... do you think- - Then, the other boy interrupted him - Sorry, bro. You can't go to the Kingdom...
The Prince just sighed, knowing that now he was going to take care of the little priest. Of course he wasn't angry or bothered at all... but having Thomas and then being hunted it wasn't something pretty nice. He gave Sid a look to start walking, as he did the same. He told the younger one to go with them. Now he needed to think about an excuse to tell to his bodyguards and the businessman. Thomy, do you have your work-clothing? - He glanced to his friend while the other answered him - Of course... Why are we going to the hotel where I'm staying?
The blond keep walking and told to his friend that It was the same hotel where he was staying too.
After changing their clothes again, Derek was using his black suit again, he joked to Thomas that he was a secret agent or some of the character of MIB. They looked like mere teenagers, nobody would believe that there was a Prince and the other one a Priest. The boys began walking to the Conference Room again. But before the Priest could get close to the door, Derek grabbed him and moved away quickly.
Hey... Huntsman, my lady. Don't eat the little priest, he would cause you diabetes...
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Post by Kuma on Aug 24, 2016 2:30:48 GMT
Garo released the string of his bow, his extremely calloused fingertips just slightly brushing the feathers on his arrow, barely altering a perfect shot into a warning one. And in a quick succession he repeated the process 4 times with blinding speed, launching 4 arrows towards Amai’s surroundings, piercing the walls and the deck around her. Still being deceptively gentle Garo resumed communication. –Any of those arrows could’ve pierced you in any vital organs and trust me, I’ve killed creatures of your kind before, so I know where to shoot.- Slowly, yet steadily, the Old Archer’s tone started changing, getting harsher and less friendly. –You have two choices here, first option is releasing our Liaison from whatever spell you casted on him and acting like a professional or option number 2, that involves a lot of pain for you and just a minor apology from me to Harper-san because I accidentally shot a comrade, that kind of things happen in the field, she would understand.-
There wasn’t a single speck or hint of levity on Garo’s voice, he clearly and soundly stated that he didn’t mind putting several arrows into Amai’s body if she didn’t behaved. The Veteran Hunter was too old for this shit. And maybe he was, as he was so focused on Amai that he didn’t notice the glare of glass reflecting the sunlight coming from his right, deep in the jungle.
Andy moved forward, getting some distance between him and the others. His keen eyesight, the pride of his family allowed him to follow the path of less resistance, not needing a knife like Falken to open a path as he slipped around, passing through branches and leaves with the least amount of noise needed. The Heir of the Bonham family reached the top of a small cliff, clearly the side of the island the Assassins were coming from was at a higher elevation than the bay were the resort was located. From this advantageous high ground he looked around using binoculars. He was surprised to find some people looking around the forest under him, clearly checking around. But more worrying than a couple of locals exploring was the next thing he saw, as perched atop a rock formation right beside the bay. Garo Takayama, a former teacher of Inazuma known for his uncanny aim was there, with his bow fully pulled looking fierce.
-Bloody hell, better tell the other guys about it.- If Garo hadn’t been busy with Amai he might have noticed the sunlight hitting the binoculars, but alas life usually changes course because of these small details.
-So Ms. Lee, any incoming jobs you have in the line?- Falken asked with honest professional curiosity this time around. Some female mercenaries fell in the same bag of trying to use their gender on their favor, but seemingly Jun wasn’t in that group. It was actually not a bad thing, from time to time even Falken liked talking shop. He still planned to use her as cheap cannon fodder, but at least he was a bit less stressed than before, maybe it was the pleasant climate. –I might have to travel to the Kowloon Walled City in Hong Kong to deal with some old Chinese wizards who are kidnapping people.- Truly he was tasked to kill them because they were protecting the populace, but he needed to keep the good guy act for his plan to work.
George entered the Tiki Bar and comically sat like a dog, to the point he even scratched his ear with his leg. Whatever Amai’s pheromones had it was clear he had a really bad reaction out of it. He looked around with bright yet empty eyes as he wagged his tail and his tongue rested outside his mouth, right over his glistening fangs. –Mistress?- He asked, not seeing Amai inside the Tiki Bar. –Where are you Mistress? I have the information you tasked me to obtain.-
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Post by Iris on Aug 24, 2016 4:37:10 GMT
Amai’s expression wasn’t exactly clear, it looked like she went through a few before settling in a look that looked both casual, but stony. Her eyes, unable to be seen, flared briefly with a bright light and her lips that had been devoid of emotion suddenly curled into a bright smile. “Are you threatening me right now?” Her tone was low and gentle, clearly mimicking Garo’s, but missing the cold edge he was adopting. Amai turned her head to the arrow closest to her, her tongue slipping out from between her smiling lips as she drug it slowly across the base of the hidden arrow, straight to the feathered ends where Garo’s fingers had brushed earlier, pulling back with thick strands of saliva following as she panted slightly. “That’s hot.~”
However, she stopped as she drug her thumb across her bottom lip to wipe away her spit, looking towards where the arrows had been fired from as she began to laugh quietly, the action physically hard on her as she had to suppress it. She was utterly trembling!! He was so exciting! There was one consistent thing about Amai when she was in danger and that was her simply not caring that she was in it; everything about being in danger in this mission was both thrilling and a turn on. Holding herself tightly with her own arms, Amai let out a long and delighted sigh while speaking back into the comm, her breath shaking. “I don’t think I’ve wanted someone this badly since Eve!~ You threaten me as if you know what I can do, despite not knowing anything! That confidence and precision, I’m gonna melt.~ Here, I’ll let you in on a little secret because of how much I like you right now.~”
Her laughing stopped immediately and she dropped her arms from herself, simply setting a hand on her hip while she placed her fingers within her mouth to let out a sharp whistle. If George was going to play the good dog part, maybe he’d understand that she was calling him. “The only reason I’m here is because Eve asked me and she only gave me three rules to follow when she sent me here, knowing full well what she was doing. I think you’ll find that hurting me doesn’t do much besides making me testy. Unless...you like it that way.~” The thoughts of her previous thoughts up to this point sent another delighted shiver through her, the one she participated in against Eve always standing out in her mind. Boy was Eve going to tear into her after this mission.~ “Despite what you think you know or don’t know about me, Garo, I have been doing my job just the way I always have. I’ve got about...maybe fifteen enthralled...give or take; all of them surveying the island and George here is just particularly the best at it. So….no, I’m not going to do what you said.” She loved setting off this grumpy man, it was delighting her to no end and she couldn’t care less if he hit her at this point. She was so hungry, she wouldn’t mind being set off...She was just a hungry beast on a chain, waiting to get to break it. “So here.~” With her hands drifting to her chest, Amai brushed her hair over her shoulders and exposed the open area of her chest, practically panting with excitement as she looked directly towards Garo. “If you want to shoot, do it, you’re already taking my heart!~” It wasn’t like it mattered really, Amai didn’t have any functioning organs.
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Post by Vapovile on Aug 24, 2016 22:12:24 GMT
Sid merely shrugged when Derek said not to attack Thomas as he approached. "...wasn't going to anyway. The dude introduced would've killed ya already if he was hostile." Sid casually stated, internally laughing his ass off when Thomas introduced himself. What kind of last name was that, Sillything?! Really?! Either he was just fuckin' with him, or that was the funniest last name he ever heard from somebody! Wait a minute...if they were brothers...did that mean this little shit's last name was also Sillything?! Sid couldn't contain himself at this point, and let out a somewhat loud laugh, stopping after a few seconds and wiping a tear out of his eye. "Heh...heh heh...oh man, but nah...he has only walked out of the joint and came here on his own. But other than that, no issue at aaaaall." Sid said to Thomas, trying hard to not laugh once more.
Following the two of them back to the original building, Sid rolled his eyes a little at Derek stopping Thomas. "Huntsman was with us when the dude showed up...I doubt she forgot about him." Sid casually said, opening the door on his own and leaning against the hallway wall, waiting for the 'royalty' to walk inside. Why did this creep seem more normal with his brother around? His brother with the last name of...Sillything...there mere thought of the last name brought a grin to Sid's face.
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Post by HungryHunter on Aug 24, 2016 23:52:46 GMT
"DO YOU THINK IF I KILLED AND REPLACED HIM, ANYBODY WOULD NOTICE BEFORE WE'RE PAID?" Huntsman grumbled to Sid. At least this... Silly...thing... seemed decent. Kinda cute even. "YOU DIDN'T SAY YOU HAD A BROTHER." The annoyed Huntsman said to Derek. "WHY ISN'T HE THE DIPLOMAT?" She asked nobody in particular. The piece slithered back up through the hotel, stopping when it came to a certain spot on the wall. Its trumpet mouth suckered on and it slowly melted in.
"Unfortunately being in the BHA makes planning too many jobs ahead difficult. I might be tracking down a high class Chinese vampire who got kidnapped, but I don't doubt somebody else has already taken the job." She lamented. It was impossible to secure a job for yourself and only yourself. "Still, it gives me legal legitimacy. That kind of thing is useful in the business." She could possibly do work on her own, but that would require leaving Wilson behind and finding her jobs herself. It would be more trouble than it was worth.
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Post by RedLenai on Aug 27, 2016 17:35:25 GMT
Derek rolled his eyes and turn them to the direction of Huntsman and then speak again, his voice sounded a little more serious and somewhat bitter, as if he was tired of explaining the same thing over and over again.
We are not really brothers, I spent time with his family and good ties remain certain - he would say with a little snort - You know, when I was 14 and Andy shot me, Thomas found me near the forest and his mom healed me.
Actually you were 12, Derek... - would say the younger, staring intently at the blond - Why do you always get confused with that date?
The prince looked thoughtful for a moment, putting his hand on his own chin. Thinking about it seriously, he didn't remember exactly his own age when that happened, probably because of the trauma of being chased like a deer in middle of the forest. After a moment he noticed that Sid was trying to hide his laugh. He step closer to him and whispered, being careful that Thomas won't notice.
Cut it out, man! The boy didn't asked to be adopted by a family with such lastname - He said, defiantly
Derek, I've noticed something important - The priest said, with his voice pretty soft and cool
What? - The blonde replied, arching an eyebrow
You're not using the cross I gave you - The green eyes of the boy were firmly watching to the unnatural eyes of the other. At least expecting a coherent response - It works as protection too.
I don't like to use it, I feel like a hypocrite - The blond said, being completely honest to the other boy - Don't talk like a housewife, please.
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Post by Kuma on Aug 27, 2016 23:59:59 GMT
Garo sighed and made a mental note of seriously talking to Eve about her employment policies. The Old Archer muted the comm channel again and slowly exhaled, making Amai stay there waiting from him to shoot. Finally he decided what to do. –Huntsman. - He opened the channel to talk with the other member of the Wild Hunt present. –I’m going to shoot an arrow into Amai’s kneecap before she causes an international Hidden World incident. - The Veteran Hunter shook his head, disappointed of having to shoot a comrade, even one as annoying as Amai and after inhaling he released the arrow alongside his breath quickly shooting a next one.
The first arrow was a flaming one, 100% decoy, just to get the Succubus attention. The real arrow was the second one, that had one of the “Iron” charms to increase its damage potential and it also carried a “Wind” charm to enhance its speed. Garo wasn’t just a skilled archer, this kind of shot was the kind of shot only superlative archers are capable of pulling off, as he didn’t just aim, he timed the charms so the first arrow and the second arrow would reach their respective points of impact at the same time. The flaming one behind her and the reinforced one directly at her kneecap, just as a warning shot, but he was ready to shot Holy Water dipped arrows if she got pissy. As the arrows flew Garo only whispered one thing. -I'm getting too old for this shit.-
As Jun finished talking Falken was about to reply, but through the bushes a very agitated Andy ran towards them, stopping on his tracks and catching his breath with his hands over his knees, slouched over. The Infamous Mercenary quickly shifted his focus from Jun to him and asked. –What’s wrong?- Andy raised his hand asking for a pause while he stood upright, he took a canteen from behind his waist and started drinking. Falken, not one to be shut up like that, asked again. –Bonham… What’s… wrong?- With a bit more of intensity. Once again the The Heir to the Bonham family didn’t reply, raising one finger while he chugged down the contents of the canteen. The Homicidal Cyborg almost summoned his arsenal to pick a weapon from so he could shoot Andy, but he stopped before even sending the request as he realized it would hinder his plans.
Finally the Young Sharpshooter stopped drinking and cheered satisfied, as if he was in a soft drink advertisement –AHHHH.- Finally he noticed Falken’s glare and quickly informed them about what he saw. –Degiraz, Garo Takayama is in the island and considering the location he is in I could guess he is playing defense, they might’ve hired him as a bodyguard for the target.- The Infamous Mercenary almost let loose his real personality, but moments before a sadistic grin got drawn on his face he covered his mouth and acted worried. –That is quite problematic, he is quite talented.- He turned to Jun and explained. –Takayama is a skilled hunter and archer, quite dangerous at long ranges and from the looks of it he took a vantage point to keep an eye out on the whole complex.- He went back to facing Andy and asked. –Can you draw a map on the ground?-
Andy complied and using a combat knife he did a rough outline of the bay, the resort and Garo’s location. –I couldn’t see any other important obstacle, some locals are checking the jungle, but we are too high for them to find us.- Falken looked at the makeshift map from above, still covering his sinister smile with his hand, his voice somewhat muffled by it. –I think that taking out the sentry would be the best first step to take.- He then asked Jun. –What do you think Ms. Li?-
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