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Post by Deleted on May 11, 2017 21:27:34 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] oh darling, just let me hear you scream it makes your voice so much sweeter. [attr="class","monalisa"]She'd finally gotten the solid intel she was looking for. The water Magi had fled to the northern reaches of Fokradiin, in the bitter reaches of cold. It made sense, although it made her plans much more difficult to carry out. She hated having to take the trip herself, but transporting that many men was not an easy matter. No, it was better that she had an ally that she could trust to take along with her. One that wouldn't be easily killed by a violent Magi. There were only a handful of allies in her network that fulfilled those requirements, and she'd chosen her favorite to invite along on the trip. Now it was just a matter of talking him into it. She was certain that she could.
Sitting in the dark, crowded tavern, Elise drank alone. It was the bourbon that she came here for. It was higher class than one could usually expect of the Black Market district of Dagos. It was delicious. Her gloved fingers held the glass loosely, swirling the dark liquid around in the glass as she stared into space, deep in thought. She had plans to prepare, traps to lay. Money to make. And this Magi meant that she would be out of town for a while, and she didn't have a trustworthy lieutenant. How annoying. Her planning would have to be more careful and regimented than usual. It wouldn't do for her to get the prize, and then have to spend countless hours and coin regaining control of her network. Perhaps speed would be the key.
She tilted the glass against her lips and took a sip of the bourbon. The sweetness was cut with the sharp bite of alcohol. This was well-aged. Better than she'd suspected.
Each time that the door opened, she glanced up to see if it was the old wolf she'd invited. She had enjoyed his help in the past. Enjoyed in every sense of the word. The thought brought a smile to her lips, and she flicked her fingers to summon another drink from the bartender. He put another glass down in front of her, but moved away as if he was afraid to be in her company for long. That was probably wise. Elise was the power in these parts.
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Post by Daniel Caim on May 15, 2017 12:22:15 GMT
“ The Righteous Side of Hell." It seemed that the old saying “no rest for the wicked” was truer than ever these days. Whether it was making deals with dubious gods or old ghosts finding their way back into his life, Daniel never seemed able to outrun the sins committed in his previous life. He’d not known what to think when a familiar name had appeared in his messages. Elise—yet another contact from his misspent youth—had been far from his thoughts in recent months, though memories of working with her (among other things) came flooding back as they talked briefly. Those days had been . . . enjoyable if nothing else; there may have even been some lingering feelings if he were to be completely honest and she’d never double-crossed him in any of their dealings with one another. It was with those two things in mind that the old wolf decided to head for Dagos and hear what the slaver had to say.
Still, the Hunter was no fool, even if he did place some level of trust his former lover/associate.
Upon reaching the city, Daniel had stopped by one of the safe houses he’d begun installing in and around Dagos and Felici to stock up on as many weapons as he could easily carry and conceal. The man was practically a walking armory of concealed guns, knives, and specialized rounds by the time he finally began making his way towards the Tavern. Nasty things tended to occur when Elise was involved and Daniel intended to be able to fight off a small army if need be.
A few minutes of trekking through the dingy back alleys that crisscrossed the Black Market like an urban maze found him outside the Tavern. The smell of cheap liquor and sweaty desperation hit him long before he shouldered his way through the doors, nodding to the bouncer. He spotted the woman quickly enough and wandered through the raucous crowd of low-lives and degenerates while ignoring the suspicious glares he received. An unconscious pat of Black Hammer where the massive revolver hung menacingly at his side sent more than a few eyes scurrying back to their drinks as he sat on an open stool near his contact.
“Been a while, Elise,” Daniel said. “Almost thought ya’d forgot I existed.” He very much doubted that was the case. |
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Post by Deleted on May 16, 2017 19:58:53 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] oh darling, just let me hear you scream it makes your voice so much sweeter. [attr="class","monalisa"]Elise's smile could have even been genuine as Daniel sat down next to her. He looked a little more scarred than she remembered, but then again, it had been a number of years. Dangerous as her line of work could be, she had a network of people to absorb a lot of that danger. He worked on his lonesome, if she remembered right. Glancing down at him, she lifted one eyebrow at what she saw. He was armed to the teeth. Any bar with better repute would have frown upon coming into a bar with a weapon. Of course, Elise was hardly one to talk, considering the whip beneath her jacket, attached to her belt.
"Forget you?" she said, tilting her head playfully. "Darling, it's not been all that long. Surely I don't seem old to you."
It very well might have been a trick question, considering Elise's vanity. But more likely she was just teasing him. The chance to tease him was worth any job she had to throw at him, no matter how dangerous or inconvenient this one was. It just added the most wonderful flavor to the business, and that kind of flavor was the reason that she was even still in business. It was why she enjoyed her job, and that lent a degree of enthusiasm to it that gave her an edge over her competitors. She genuinely enjoyed it.
"As much as I'd love to spend the night flirting with you, that's not why I called you," she said, reaching into her jacket.
She pulled out a folded sheet of paper with the first page of her dossier, detailing the target. She handed it over to him and took another sip of her bourbon to give him time to look it over. Dagur Ingulfsson. Water Magi (Ice specialist). Polar bear aspect. 67 years. Wanted in three countries. The details of his whereabouts and abilities were outlined, and a couple of photographs of a dark-skinned man on snow showed that she'd had her eye on this particular target for some time.
"I need your help bringing this one in."
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Post by Daniel Caim on May 20, 2017 1:36:18 GMT
“ The Righteous Side of Hell." “Heh, guess it hasn’t been, huh?” Daniel said. “Hell, you don’t look too different from the last time; still easy on the eyes. Me? I got enough scars ta make someone think I’ve been around for too long as it is.” He answered Elise’s smile with one of his own, relaxing marginally as he waved down the barkeep and ordered a stout glass of whiskey. It might not have been top shelf, but drink did its job well enough as he knocked it back with one swallow and ordered another. The second drink was nursed with smaller sips rather than gulped while the slaver explained something he felt would be obvious enough. She deposited a folded sheet in front of him. Daniel skimmed the details outlined by the dossier with arched eyebrows as he sipped his drink.
It seemed straightforward enough and the target in question wasn’t entirely unknown to him. Not only were there some rumblings concerning Ingulfsson, but his recent return to the Hunter’s Guild and ascension to officer rank gave him some perspective as well. The magi was dangerous one and wanted for at least a dozen counts of murder and more than a passing involvement with terrorist strikes. Daniel’s smile took on a crueler aspect as he continued to read; not only would he be neutralizing a major threat, but he’d have a challenging hunt on his hands. That alone got the Hunter’s heart thumping out a steady rhythm in his chest to beat faster.
“I’ve heard of this guy,” he said. “Real piece of work. Gonna be a lotta fun ta bring ‘im in.” Daniel’s eyes were positively glinting when he turned a gaze upon the woman next to him. “Just like old times, right?” |
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Post by Deleted on May 22, 2017 18:11:15 GMT
[attr="class","oho"] oh darling, just let me hear you scream it makes your voice so much sweeter. [attr="class","monalisa"]Elise smiled at his words, a smile that bordered on wicked, but playful. Old times? She remembered the kinds of times they used to have together. She'd been known to play with her food, but Daniel had never been prey of hers. Sometimes, playing with the predator was just as fun. The opportunity for both was one that rarely presented itself in her line of work, but it was worth all the inconvenience if this could be one of those occasions.
"Oh, darling, I hope so," she said, flashing a grin.
She pulled a notebook out of her jacket, removing one of her gloves to flip through the pages. The brown, leather-bound notebook was something that any honest police officer would have traded a limb for, since it kept track of a lot of Elise's movements and schedules, even if it never spelled out exactly what dealings she was involved with. In this case, it would help her decide when to move and where. She clicked a pen, putting the red ink on the page in her even script. She put the pen between her teeth for a moment as she tore out a page from the notebook and folded it in half. Closing the notebook, she handed him the page and took the pen from between her teeth before speaking again.
Her body language was still playful as she leaned in, resting her hand on his arm as she whispered into his ear. No one in this bar was going to risk getting on her bad side, but caution was always prudent when her business dealings were involved. There was no knowing when law enforcement was planning to send some fresh-faced recruit to tail her.
"This is the time and address of departure," she said. "Dress warmly. I suspect we'll need it."
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Post by Daniel Caim on Jun 5, 2017 6:03:40 GMT
“ The Righteous Side of Hell." Daniel calmly sipped his drink as he watched Elise’s movements closely. He wasn’t particularly concerned that she was reaching for a weapon, nor did he believe her to be foolish enough to do so. Dubious as she was, the slaver was a woman that placed business above almost everything else and she stood to gain nothing from betraying him in that moment. In any case, the greater part of his attention was focused on tracing the shapely lines of Elise’s figure. He smiled, making no secret of where he let his eyes linger. The soft thump and swish of the pen tapping out a steady rhythm continued in the background as he admired his companion and its end brought him reluctantly back to the conversation at hand.
A small grin dominated his features as Elise drew close enough to cause his skin to tingle. He breathed deeply of her scent, fighting down his baser instincts to grab her by the waist. The old wolf was roused now and he was hard pressed to keep it caged; it was a wild thing and it wouldn’t serve him in this public setting. Later perhaps, but not now. Still, her touch sent a thrill of anticipation through rushing through him like wildfire and the soft whisper edged him ever closer to a frenzy. He’d almost forgotten what it was like to be the predator. There were few things that were better.
"I’ll be in touch,” Daniel whispered back. “Might even keep us both warm.” He took the slip of paper, playfully stroking Elise’s back before finishing his drink and taking his leave. There were plans to be laid and things to prepare.
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