The Mysterious Man
The Organization
"Salvation comes with a cost..."
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Deuces
Jul 31, 2013 9:10:18 GMT -8
Post by The Mysterious Man on Jul 31, 2013 9:10:18 GMT -8
Deuces contains two sides, a nightclub for agents to let off some steam with a bar, a dance floor, a DJ, and other entertainment while the cantina side is much quieter, pub setting with a jukebox, sometimes live music, and bar games. It is provided for those who prefer a more relaxed setting.
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Deuces
Aug 20, 2013 21:42:06 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Aug 20, 2013 21:42:06 GMT -8
Fenrir entered the the cantina side of Deuces, in an attempt to seek from refuge from the somewhat pristine town as Refuge. He walked down the length of the main counter and took his usual seat just near the end of it as a man behind the counter placed a plate of bacon and eggs and a large glass of ale in front of him.
Fenrir hated the tranquil life that was the Refuge, he preferred the imperfect aspects of life, the scars left behind by calamity, the knowledge that at any moment it could all be taken away by one swift stroke of misfortune. It was just a part of who he was really, he never had a perfect life growing up and so seeing the Refuge made him feel ill.
He much preferred being out on missions, where you could experience what life was really like. He sometimes wondered whether some of the children born here would ever actually survive out there in the galaxy at large. One day he would get to see just how well these perfect society prats would survive. Then he would see just how willing they would be to look down upon others, a fact he knew all too well
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The Mysterious Man
The Organization
"Salvation comes with a cost..."
Posts: 142
Affiliation: The Organization
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Deuces
Aug 27, 2013 20:20:07 GMT -8
Post by The Mysterious Man on Aug 27, 2013 20:20:07 GMT -8
The bar side was more or less empty, the busy crowd wasn't due in for another couple of hours. It was the perfect opportunity to relax and have a drink, but nothing was ever quite that simple within the Organization. This was a typical place for operatives to pick up their assignments. The bartender a large bald man, more typically a person you would expect to be the bouncer than the person serving the drinks. This wasn't by accident of course, as with the rest of the Organization, nothing was ever by accident. Boris, the bartender, was a retired veteran of the Organization special forces, the STARS, and was no pushover when it came to fighting, his placement was a deterrent against violence.
But that wasn't his only function, he had been a trusted and valued operative for many years and the Mysterious Man could think of no one better to pass along messages to this active operatives.Boris walks over to Fenrir as he slings a towel over his shoulder and grabs a glass between his fingertips, making the whiskey glass look more like a shot glass in the process, and set a coaster down on the bar in front of the patron while scooping up the perfect amount of ice and setting the glass on the coaster. You have drink. His thick accent and even tone accompanied by his unfeeling stare was typically intimidating to most people, but he got the feeling that this one wouldn't be quite so afraid. He grabbed a bottle from behind the counter and poured a honey colored liquid over the cubes. Let it cool, then drink. He leaned on the bar and looked at the small man.As the liquid cooled and the glass began to sweat a message on the coaster began to appear. It simply read, "Draykon Brothers", the message was vague and left open to interpretation by those who had not been in the employ of the Organization for long, but to Fenrir it should simply tell him that these are his targets, he should gather intel, assess the target's potential for recruitment, and eliminate if necessary.Drink on the house. He turned and started to wipe down behind the bar as the message on the coaster began to fade away until it completely vanished.
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Deuces
Aug 27, 2013 21:41:14 GMT -8
Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2013 21:41:14 GMT -8
Fenrir looked up from his meal as Boris placed the whiskey glass on the coaster and the message appeared, his next assignment already picked out for him and waiting to be completed. He picked up the glass at that point and had a drink, savoring the taste of the whiskey as he emptied the glass in one go, placing it back down on the now clean bar
=Fenrir Asikari=
Thanks for the drink, bub...
He then swung around and got up off the chair, before heading over to the exit of Deuces, headed for Port Town where he would be able to pick up his ship and begin his search for the "Draykon Brothers", whom ever they may be
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Deuces
Feb 3, 2019 20:34:42 GMT -8
Post by The Elusive Man on Feb 3, 2019 20:34:42 GMT -8
Deuces. A necessity, given the ambitions of The Organization. Keeping in line with the original design, Deuces: Wild, the nightclub section of the establishment, was usually always packed. Dancers, loud music, stimulating visuals and exceptional bar tending allows for agents to blow off some steam between assignments. Deuces: Diner was the pub styled portion of the establishment. Quieter and much more relaxed than Wild, this was the perfect place to relax and just enjoy a night off. Good food, good drinks and good company was all that was required here.
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