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Post by Aelin on Dec 16, 2018 0:17:53 GMT -5
Elena knew he was trying to be kind. However, she did not trust easily. "Thank you, but I don't need a babysitter looking out for me.' she sighs before continuing. "I'm Margot." she then barks a laugh, as if insulted, before replying, "And yes.. elf." she leans back abit, comfortable and aloof. "So you planning on filing for retirement in here or can I leave?" she snips, patience running low.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 16, 2018 0:28:01 GMT -5
Draigs ears droop and is a bit taken aback at the "babysitter" comment. "I am... Not sure how to react to you. I did not mean to offer insult via the attempt of aid nor my observation. People here call me Werebeast and that's just a blanket for a whole buncha things most of the smaller folk find scary looking. But I don't take insult, they aren't totally wrong about some of the similarities." Draig snaps and the ice falls away from the door way. "Yeah yeah I'm done. You're of no aid to me nor I to you so I'll be leaving." Draig says softly as he begins to turn to leave.
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Post by Aelin on Dec 16, 2018 0:33:33 GMT -5
Elena sighed, feeling like she just kicked a puppy. “Wait.” She says quietly, almost too quiet for him to hear. “What kind of information did you say you had?” She questioned. True, she didn’t like handouts. However she supposed if the pay really would be good she could be that much closer to paying off her debts and leaving the Edge for good.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 16, 2018 0:38:59 GMT -5
Draig stops in mid step and turns back to her, and holds the papers out. "Here's a list of high asset targets for some one of your persuasion as well as how to get in. I have a grudge against these peoples as they owe me big time and lied to me so I've no problem helping some one shit on them." Draig says matter of factually, his face all business. "If you don't have maps of the area yet, I do."
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Post by Aelin on Dec 16, 2018 0:43:41 GMT -5
She nods slowly, scanning the papers and the information they held. “Alright. But what’s in this for you?” Elena was usually quite adept at hiding her emotions. However, she couldn’t help but look skeptical.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 16, 2018 0:47:15 GMT -5
Draig blinks a few times and slowly points to his left arm. "Well, they kept this from me and didn't pay me for being able to check it out for its tech to copy so they are near the top of my shit list. You stealing would inconvenience them for me big time. And along with the maps, I can give you my contact info should you want a mercenary to show up at X location at Y time for a distraction, to make it go smoothly. If it goes well and you like what you find, you could always give me a small tip from it should you be feeling generous." The whole time he is talking, Draig is thinking to himself "Oookkkaay then, I'm guessing shes new if she doesn't know how this works..."
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Post by Aelin on Dec 16, 2018 0:55:07 GMT -5
Elena smiles to herself, reading his awkwardly confused tone. Like he was explaining something to a small child. “That seems awful silly of you don’t you think? Why vie for a portion of profit when you could get all of it? Or at least more than “a portion”.” She said gently, a cool smirk slipping into her features. Wondering briefly if he knew how this worked.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 16, 2018 1:02:02 GMT -5
Draig holds a finger up "Ah thats because I can't do it alone and you'd be doing the specialized parts. The hacking, the infiltration. Those are higher paying tasks than distract, recover or eliminate. Under normal situations. Sure. I could go in there and mop the floor with all their asshole guards. But I don't want that as a reputation. Sure. I do dirty deeds to get by but there's a fine line. Once you cross that line it can be hard to get people to hire you again. And... Ultimately, as long as they get shit on that's my main concern. Money just doesn't mean much to me. It's not like they lets "Monsters" like me into the Blue District. And... More importantly, a kind gesture every now and then isn't such a bad thing... Helps keep me feelin' sane."
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Post by Aelin on Dec 16, 2018 1:53:54 GMT -5
Elena shrugs at this, not particularly wishing to question the odd man further. “Alright then.” She says, sliding off the table to stand in front of him. “It’s a deal.” She says, a scarred hand with an interesting tattoo peeking out of her glove held out for you to shake.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 16, 2018 2:08:51 GMT -5
Draig places the giant gun in his right hand against his back which seats with a metallic ""Clank" and proceeds to shake "Margot's" hand, gently taking it but still giving it a firm grip and carefully releasing her hand so as to not cut her with his claws. If she had not noticed yet she would now. He's a big guy, but his hands are massive even for his size, with his hands being almost as wide as most peoples torso is tall. "Alright then! It sounds like you have pressing issues yes? I can meet up with you later should you wish? Or have you a phone or something?"
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Post by Aelin on Dec 16, 2018 2:30:09 GMT -5
Elena chuckles at the question before shaking her head no. “I don’t think I’ll have trouble finding or keeping tabs on you. However I’m not sure the best way for you to contact me.” She thinks for a moment before continuing, “but I have... friends that can communicate with you quite easily.”
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 16, 2018 2:35:25 GMT -5
Draig tilts his head and mumbles something in a foreign tongue as he scratches his head, very confused. "You... Don't have a Computer System, also known as a HUD or anything?!? You may be the first person I've met in our line of work that doesn't have this. It holds maps, it tells me blast radius's, trajectory on incoming and outgoing objects just a whole slew of must haves..." As Draig trails off, his face grows dark and his eyes intensify. "Are you being used against your will?" Seething rage clearly beginning to find its way into his voice.
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Post by Aelin on Dec 16, 2018 2:40:03 GMT -5
Elena’s blue eyes narrow at his insinuation. “I’ve done just fine without any of that. I could have access to it if I wanted. However I don’t. It is my choice. And I don’t appreciate you assuming things.” She all but snarls at him, instinctively going on the defensive, partially trying to convince herself as she was trying to convince him.
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Post by Draig ᚦᛖ᛫ᚷᚱᛁᛗ on Dec 16, 2018 2:51:04 GMT -5
Draig's eyes narrow in kind as a frost laden cloud puffs out of his nostrils. "As you say, then. Pardon me for being... Suspicious of your treatment, and for caring about your well being." The perceptive could tell that it may be a touchy subject for him too, and that maybe under all those layers of armor and grief is a very soft heart.
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Post by Aelin on Dec 16, 2018 3:01:38 GMT -5
Elena nodded quietly, appeased by his response. She did notice the sad look in his eyes. However, she thought it best not to push. “Ok then. Now that we understand each other, who did you say you worked for again?”
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