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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 15, 2018 21:08:38 GMT -5
The winter sun shines down unhindered, upon the jungle of concrete, steel, shattered glass and broken souls below. As the day begins and the droning hum of the colliding sounds of voices and more fills the sky, a deep boom of a voice breaks through in one of the quieter corners.
"Where. The fuck. Is. It? Where is my shield? I let you all examine it and in return you were to pay me for this as well as return it undisturbed. I want my possession and my my money... NOW." If some one were to peer inside a once abandoned warehouse, they would notice Draig holding up Dwarf by his shirt at eye level.
"I-I don't know where it is a swear! I was just supposed to be one of the metallurgists examining the alloy used to create it! I don't know where it was stored! I-if you want more answers, wait for Xen. He will know more than me." As the Dwarf speaks, Draig silently takes note that the Dwarf keeps tapping at his belt... And where his eyes keep darting to.
"You know... It's a good thing you were a metallurgist. Because you can't lie worth a shit." With booming crackle of energy, Draig projects a bolt of plasma into the mans face, burning through his skull and arcing through his body. Pulling the shirt away reveal's a set of keys as well as a ruined energy dagger that had clearly been fried just now. "Well that's disappointing." Is all Draig says as he chucks the corpse to the side and makes his way for where he is pretty sure his shield remains locked away.
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Post by Aelin on Dec 15, 2018 21:29:35 GMT -5
Elena had been perched on a metal beam high above the scene unfolding on the ground, watching. She couldn't decide if she was pissed or relieved that she didn't have to kill the stupid little dwarf herself. However, she would surely take the credit for the kill, more importantly, the payment. She wasn't altogether sure why she was hired to kill the creature, most likely it was the result of the dwarf angering her employer over some bad trade deal. Regardless, it was none of her concern now. All she had to do was sit and wait patiently for the dwarf's large killer to leave so she could bring some proof of service back to her client.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 15, 2018 21:38:26 GMT -5
Draig takes his sweet time as he strolls over and tosses the contents from a shelf onto the floor, and much as he suspected there's a safe there. After fiddling with the keys and a few choice swears and curses later the safe is opened. Inside Draig finds a humanoid skull, some paper work and a large segment of metals that are the same shade of grey as his armor. "HA! Gotcha back!" Draig promptly pulls the piece out, scattering the contents of the safe onto the floor with it. Upon it being removed, one would see its a reinforcement to the left side of his armor, including a armored collar and a large robotic 3 fingered hand. Upon placing his left hand inside, the armor practically comes to life and attaches to the rest of his armor. Draig gives the battering ram of a hand a few cranks of the wrist and moves the fingers. At this point some one would likely be asking "How is this a shield?" At this time a large blue disk forms on the back of the hand and fades out, revealing its true nature. Satisfied, Draig leaves the warehouse having gotten what he needed. (As a note, this is just me RP'ing him getting the shield, I am still paying for it in the shop :3 )
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Post by Aelin on Dec 15, 2018 21:56:38 GMT -5
Elena watches the werebeast leave, slightly perplexed by what she just saw. She waits a few moments to make sure he wasn't coming back before leaping down from her spot on them beam, landing in a crouch. Righting herself, Elena glances around before walking over to the mangled corpse of the dwarf. She quickly bends down and slices off a finger with a sharp piece of scrap metal she saw on the ground. Upon stuffing the appendage in her satchel, she stands and begins to leave the warehouse, eager to get back to the Edge and get her pay.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 15, 2018 22:10:43 GMT -5
Draig stretches and smiles as he leaves the building. "Ahhh this is gunna be a goood day!" He proclaims as he begins to work his way through the streets. It's at this time Draig remembers the Credits, and how he didn't get paid. "Hmmm... Yup I'm going back. Xen can pay me or I'll just take their stuff." Draig huffs as he promptly marches his way back into the building, scanning for valuables and other employees.
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Post by Aelin on Dec 15, 2018 22:20:33 GMT -5
Elena nimbly slides under one of the warehouse worktables by the door when she hears the door opening. she presses herself up under the tabletop, the ledge just barely hiding her from view. Granted, it wasn't her best hiding spot but hopefully it'd get the job done.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 15, 2018 22:30:12 GMT -5
Draig begins tossing drawers out of desks as he searches for Credits or anything of interest, quickly growing bored however. By the time hes down, paper's are audibly raining down onto the hard floor and he moves on to the work benches. The longer he's here the more and more he feels not alone.... Suddenly, he catches what seems to be some one hiding under a worktable. "The fuck?" he whispers to himself. "Alright crafty person under the workbench. Do you know Xen? Do you work for the people here? If so we have business. If not... Well that depends on how you act here and now. Come out slowly please and poke your hands out first so I know they are empty. And no magic. I will not hesitate to fire." as if to punctuate the sentence, the brief hum of the shield being activated can be heard in the silent shop.
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Post by Aelin on Dec 15, 2018 22:33:57 GMT -5
Elena rolls her eyes and mutters a swift "son of a bitch" before gripping the underside of the table and swinging her legs out in an attempt to trip the large brute so she could make an escape.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 15, 2018 22:46:06 GMT -5
War. Killing. Fighting.... It's all the same to Draig, and its all he knows. As the hiding woman springs out from beneath with a kick, Draig fluidly catches the kick with the shield and tries to shuffle himself in between her and the exit. "Bad choice. See that Dwarf? My handy work. Just answer my questions and you can go. I've no interest in killing the young or women unless they attack me. So pick wisely. You're not in danger. Yet." He growls.
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Post by Aelin on Dec 15, 2018 23:03:08 GMT -5
Elena calmly jumps to her feet, seeming rather calm and aloof given the circumstance, leaning casually against the worktable she was just under. She eyes him for a moment before sighing. "Ok I don't have time for this." she says, pushing off the table before attempting to stroll past him, unimpressed by his little corpse he was boasting about.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 15, 2018 23:16:53 GMT -5
With a simple snap of his fingers, a wall of ice begins forming in the door way. "Not talking is gunna take even more time. In return, I'll give you some fun info on the people who work here. Because you clearly are in a similar field of work despite being... Probably more than 230 years younger. All you gotta do is say yes or no to if you are employed by the Xen that runs this place. That easy."
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Post by Aelin on Dec 15, 2018 23:32:18 GMT -5
In truth, Elena had no idea who her current client was and didn't particularly give a damn about who else worked here. However, being her usual stubborn self, she wouldn't be the first to spill. Typically, she preferred to avoid conversations and inconveniencies altogether while on the job. And she supposed that's just what he was, an inconvenience. She eyed his little ice wall, knowing full well she could make it into a puddle at her boots if she wished. However, she supposed she deserved some entertainment after coming all the slums for a job. So Elena hopped up on the worktable, legs swinging lazily. "Why don't you tell me who you are? Then maybe we'll talk."
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 15, 2018 23:44:14 GMT -5
Draig sighs and rolls his eyes. "Great. One with character." Draig groans. "Look. They call me Draig, I'm the Kaiser of Iron Hide Company. In short the guy known for ripping some ones arm off and chasing them with it, threatening to shove it up their ass."
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Post by Aelin on Dec 15, 2018 23:56:03 GMT -5
Elena nodded slowly, absorbing the information and choosing to ignore his sass. "Hmm I'd say nice to meet you but..." she chuckles with a nod around, gesturing to the circumstances.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 16, 2018 0:04:20 GMT -5
Draig takes a deep calming breath and sighs "Yeah... Sorry 'bout that... My temper gets the best of me sometimes, and you're right not really the best place to meet some one. Though I've yet to catch even an alias from you, mystery woman. Elf maybe? So hard to read. Anyways, you don't seem too bad and everyone could use a hand." Draig steps back over to the papers that fell from the safe and pics a select few he noticed earlier. "Take these. In the right hands they are worth a lot of money." If one were to review the contents of the list, its where shipments have been stored in supposed secrecy and how to get to them including combinations to safes. "I am not the stealthiest ever buuuttt... You? You might make a lot off that. Us mercenaries and hired blades gotta look out for each other from time to time, some of the people that hire us don't give two shits about us."
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