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Post by Legion on Sept 27, 2013 5:50:00 GMT -8
The elevator took a little while to show up, in the meantime, Race had caught sight of weird, transparent looking blue tinged guy following along behind him and Voort. He looked up and down the hallway but he couldn't see a holovid projector anywhere. Race casually drew a stump of a toothpick out of his pocket, and tucked it in the corner of his mouth. The faint, lingering taste of mint had mostly faded but Race felt the need for something in his teeth. A weak bing announced the arrival of the elevator, the doors parted to let them all on board. Race leaned against the back wall, his right foot crossed over the left, and pointed at the shimmery guy. "That's neat trick you got there, friend. I can't see a projector anywhere. Must've cost you a fair hunk of credits."
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Post by Kairos on Sept 27, 2013 16:40:16 GMT -8
Thunder smote the sky, making the very air itself tremble in fear, and lightning stabbed the heavens in jagged blue veins, seeking to tear the galaxy asunder with its might. It mattered not whether this was viable weather for the area, but the arena dictated that dramatic events precede the drama to unfold in this thread. Also note the play on words; using whether and weather. Area and arena. Dramatic and drama. I thought it was quite cute, though perhaps its a bit too ponsy for what is to come. Ahh, digression. How I missed thee.
The cloaked figure stood for a moment, ignoring the lashing rain as nightmare-yellow eyes studied the squat building across the river-like street. The deluge had already caused flooding in some area's of the marketplace and vendors were scurrying around seeking to protect their wares from watery corrosion. Again the lightning stabbed the sky, highlighting the details of the scene in an eerie strobe of silver. The figure seemed to be of medium height and build but, stood alone as it was, there was little frame for reference. There was also little in the way of detail as to the colour of the cloak, the darkened afternoon along with the heavy downpour, making visibility suspect at best. Some dark colour was about as accurate a description as one could muster. Its black but I thought I'd fill out the narration a bit with pointless description.
The third flare of lightning, followed almost instantly by the thunder, seemed to shake the figure into action. With the storm raging directly above its covered head the figure stepped into the ankle deep street, hem of the cloak dragging through the water, and made its way towards the emporium.
His pace was measured, slow even, as he braved the elements to seek out what was hidden. Vague, he thought to himself of his thoughts. The entire course of events that had led him here had been vague and riddled with uncertainty. That circumstance had marooned him here with nothing but what he had on him was besides the point. He had long since come to trust the will of the Force, or the will of darkness and corruption anyway, and was at ease with how wrong things had gone for him. He thrived in adversity, basked in strife. When the going got tough Caed got angrier and anger fueled his more disgusting abilities and lusts. He could still smell the woman on his clothing and flesh. The smell of her sex mixed with the smell fear, dread, blood and death. Her grotesque visage as he drove his shikkar through her liver, a mix of surprise and a plea for mercy arousing him greatly, causing a shudder to spread across his torso, a shudder that repeated itself now as he crossed this dreary street in search of....
"Something..."
The word growled out from between his thin lips, a question hanging on the second syllable with tenacious insistence, as if angry that such a rhetoric needed to be voiced at all. Truly a conundrum was this for the Sith assassin, one that was manfully forced to the back of his mind as he stepped through the door and into...
Tech heaven!
The first thing he noticed was that the squat building seemed much bigger on the inside than it had appeared from his earlier observations. weaponry of all sorts adorned the place, most sporting strange and magnificent attachments and scopes too large for their frames. Perhaps they supplied interesting devices capable of peeling flesh, some unique implements for keeping a victim alive past the usual limits he sought to attain. Judging by the variety he wouldn't be surprised.
Making his way down the main isle he lingered for a moment at a device that looked like a giant pair of buttocks with a pineapple wedged between them. He didn't have a fucking clue what it was but it looked interesting. Such was his scrutiny he didn't notice someone, or something, approaching...
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Post by Deleted on Sept 28, 2013 16:20:41 GMT -8
AT THE ELEVATORVoort glanced over his shoulder at the Force ghost.<<Actually, it's the incorporeal projection of the spirit of a deceased Force user, made visible through arcane means to mundane people such as ourselves.>> Ok, so it sounded like a bunch of squeals, grunts, and other porcine noises, but that's what he said, I promise. Anyway, down the elevator went, past the storerooms, past Eralam's workshop, and then some. There was a good reason for the extended journey: Room AA20 was almost a mile underground. One might call it cavernous, but only if you wanted to insult it. Caverns wished they could operate on this scale. At least 100 meters tall and three kilometers to a side, the room was designed to serve as a fully functional command center in the event of, well, anything. An entire square kilometer in the southeast corner served as a motorpool, with vehicles ranging from small speeders to a handful of Skipray Blastboats to a medium sized freighter could be found. In the opposite corner, and of similar dimensions, was a firing range, complete with a shoothouse.
There were nine such blocks, each similarly utilized. South of the firing range was the arms depot, where all the weapons and ammunition were stored. Below that, in the southwest corner, was the admin section, which was currently unmanned, aside from the computers, which were quite capable of running the show without interference. The south block was the dining and food preparation area. Situated directly between the motor pool and the admin section, it was between what would be the two busiest sections in the event that the room was ever fully activated.
Directly north of the motor pool was vehicle parts and maintenance. In the northeast corner was medical supplies, and one block west of it, the nothernmost block, was a fully operational, if smallish, hospital.
All of this was visible from the elevator, which dropped directly into the center block. Rumor had it that this was the C3 center (Command, Control, and Communications,) but only an idiot would put the C3 right underneath the freaking elevator shaft that would be any potential intrude's first point of access, seeing as how the motor pool exit required driving through some 100 kilometers of tunnel, most of which was booby trapped against people coming in the wrong way. The actual C3 hub was accessed via medical storage, but that wasn't widely known. There was, however, a very nice conference room and some posh living quarters.Voort escorted the two guests into the conference room and ordered snacks. The others shouldn't be too long, so hopefully he wouldn't be stuck down here for more than a few hours. The Gamorrean hated being underground.MEANWHILE, UPSTAIRSKoko noticed the newcomer, and frankly, he scared her. She approached with caution, left hand ready to fire the derringer hidden up her sleeve, right hand ready to pull her subcompact .45 pistol. This guy smelled like sex and death, a combination that brought back memories that she'd rather have stayed gone. Still, he might be a customer, or he might be important to Eralam's plans. Best figure out if he was before shooting him."Good afternoon, sir. May I be of assistance?" Despite her fear, the Shard woman's voice remained steady. One of the many advantages of inhabiting an HRD was that, no matter how scared she might be, there would never be any of the telltale signs. As far as this guy knew, she would look, sound, and smell perfectly fine.
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Post by Kairos on Sept 28, 2013 17:17:24 GMT -8
His head came up slowly as he straightened shoulders hunching slightly, almost a wince of pain at being caught out. He literally couldn't remmber the last time he had been startled or surprised by another being. Christ, he WAS slipping. Trying to remain nonchalant he turned towards the voice, Force caressing the speaker with a delicate brush of investigation. He sensed the presence but it was odd, artificial almost but definitely living, a strange variation on the usual Force-aura's one encountered. His yellow eyes blazed out from the darkness of his hood, seeming to portray a suggestive leer as he looked her up and down. Deathly pale with blonde hair, bright blue eyes that looked as artificial as she felt, and a smile that somehow seemed alluring, sadistic and business-like at the same time. Shit, if she'd had dollar signs for pupils it would have rounded the whole look out nicely. Her lithe form looked supple, thin but not frail, something he could wrap around himself as he slowly carved slyphs and runes into her flesh, sanctifying her to enter the halls of damnation. Her skin he could wear, as do those who wear the pelts of animals, the pale hue would match well his dark complexion...
All this flashed through his mind as he scrutinised her, licking his lips in a deranged manner. She couln't see the gesture but any student of body language would get the uncomfortable feeling of being perved upon. Her own he strange twist to her presence fascinated him and he increased his attention, a subtle persuasion beginning to weight heavy on her mind as he sought to test her mental facilties.
"Perhaps..."
His voice was a dry hiss of sound; a quill scratching over dry parchment... the wheeze of an overweight man struggling to sit up... the rasp of a drugie sucking in a hit off a crack pipe.
"I appear to be adrift in a sea of indecision..."
He stepped closer to her, his presence billowing outwards to invade her personal space with his twisted taint. He looked down at her from beneath his hood, his few inches height advantage exaggerated by the way he carried himself as Lord of the manor. A cheap trick and one only backed up slightly with his power. She didn't look to be one easily intimidated and it was ore of a game to him. A thrill...
"...waywardly negotiating a miasma of indifference..."
He stepped closer still so that he could feel the warmth of her body, smell her scent.
"... lost in the land of the living."
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Post by Legion on Sept 28, 2013 21:00:17 GMT -8
The Gamorrean made some weird noises like he was trying to answer Race, but he couldn't understand a bleeding word of what the guy was saying. The ride down was long, Race's ears popping from the change in pressure. When the elevator finally stopped, Race stood back up to the parting doors, eager to get a look at this AA20 room. He figured it would have been a minute or two but that was ridiculous. He had a finger jammed in his ear, futilely trying to get his hearing back to normal. At the moment, everything sounded like he had his head in a bucket. A proper bucket used for mopping floors, not that stupid looking helmet Manda-glory hogs seemed to favor.
The place was huge and Race whistled at the immense facilities. These guys weren't fucking around. He followed Voort down to the conference room but he was looking around at everything around. Race was rarely that surprised. He was small time compared to someone with this kind of connections. Small time crooks were usually the fall guys in these stories. A hard lump formed in his throat but Race kept his attitude light and carefree as he could muster. If they were that plush, Race would suck this teat for all he could get off it before they hung hm out to dry. With any luck, he would see it coming first and get out while he could. For now, he would keep his eyes open.
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Post by Deleted on Sept 29, 2013 19:34:56 GMT -8
"In other words," Koko said, as her derringer appeared in hand just a tic faster than the average human eye could follow, pointed directly at the creeper's gentlemanly bits, "You're lost like a motherfucker."
Her expression was pleasant, her tone businesslike, but there was a definite chill beneath it all. The derringer wasn't exactly helping things either. The two shot pistol had a hollowpoint .45-70 bullet in the top barrel and a .410 shotgun shell in the bottom. Either one would more or less obliterate the man's genitals beyond the help of reconstructive surgery, though the shotshell held an even nastier surprise.
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Post by Kairos on Sept 30, 2013 4:30:38 GMT -8
He froze, eyes dropping down to take in the gun pointed at his more tender area. A smile twisted his features further as his hands came up very slowly to a place of supplication and neutrality at his sides, palms forward. A soft chuckles escaped him and he inclined his head to her in what seemed like respect.
"I like a girl who pulls a gun on the first date."
His tone was amused and not the slightest bit alarmed. He backed up a step and lower his hands though neither gesture seemed to lessen the menace he exhibited in the slightest. With a nonchalant air he looked around again, his action encompassing the plave as he deftly changed the subject.
"Impressive place you have here... "
His gaze languidly did the rounds, detailing the area surrounding them in case she should seek to further her aggressiveness, before returning to her face.
"Are you the owner?"
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Post by Deadniquitous on Sept 30, 2013 11:05:55 GMT -8
The elevator took a little while to show up, in the meantime, Race had caught sight of weird, transparent looking blue tinged guy following along behind him and Voort. He looked up and down the hallway but he couldn't see a holovid projector anywhere. Race casually drew a stump of a toothpick out of his pocket, and tucked it in the corner of his mouth. The faint, lingering taste of mint had mostly faded but Race felt the need for something in his teeth. A weak bing announced the arrival of the elevator, the doors parted to let them all on board. Race leaned against the back wall, his right foot crossed over the left, and pointed at the shimmery guy. "That's neat trick you got there, friend. I can't see a projector anywhere. Must've cost you a fair hunk of credits."
"It cost me a Mandalorian beskad through my chest. Rather uncomfortable if you ask me. Which you didn't. Which is fine. What is a question really? A query. A need to find an answer......" He trailed off, his head swiveling around, sniffing the air....Well, it was more sniffing the Force really. Someone from a long time ago had just entered the store front. His front seemed to fade into his back as his face now..um...faced the front of the shop. He grinned.... "I will catch the next one" He absently patted Voor on the head almost fondly, and floated back down the hallway. He stopped at the end, and waited as the elevator left for part unknown... |
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Post by The Major on Oct 2, 2013 12:54:41 GMT -8
And to make matters even better, the sun that shined over Dressel ceased to be. More accurately, a large object had managed to block it, and that object in question was a ship. It was a large ship, but that wasn't exactly something to be worried about. Star Destroyers, albeit scant ever since the collapse of the New Republic, still existed when there were governments large enough to support them.
Once the cumbersome behemoth is directly over the Emporium it comes to sharp stop. Soon after the collective whine of fighters being deployed in patrol formations fill the air every few moments as each picket does a pass low over the city. It couldn't be an invasion -the local defense force would be in an uproar. The lack of reaction meant something not so sinister, or perhaps even more so if one were of skewed or enlightened reasoning. The large stubby "X" decorated on the rear of each fighter against a field of blue did not imply a sense of cooperation; but as the tired cliche goes: looks can be deceiving.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 14, 2013 13:23:49 GMT -8
Koko gritted her teeth and desperately tried to keep her twitchy trigger finger in check. It was not easy.
"No. I am not. If you would please follow the ghost down to room AA20, I won't turn your outie into an innie."
A certain sort of person might use this opportunity to coax all manner of metallic noises from their firearm. Koko was not that sort of person. The derringer remained silent, cold, and while a load of lead to the junk isn't immediately fatal, it would put a serious damper on this creeper's fun.
She was sort of trapped between a rock and a hard place. He hadn't quite given the challenge, instead choosing to dance around. He could be useful. He might have even been one of Eralam's recruits. Or he could be a passing psychopath with a penchant for flowery phrases. Still, there was only one path she could take. If she was wrong, Eralam could kill the bastard.
"I cannot, in good conscious, let you leave this room alive unless you're working for us. You smell like you've just slaughtered a hooker, and we have a rather dim view of such things on Dressel. I could turn you over to the police, but I have a distinct feeling that you're a lot more dangerous without someone ready to blow your little friend into the next life. So you can either hop on this next project, where you'll no doubt be able to put your despicable talents to good use, or get ready to sing soprano."
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Post by Kairos on Oct 15, 2013 13:53:45 GMT -8
His laugh was eerie and disgusting, a low cackle that bespoke of lurid entertainments running through a sick and depraved mind. His yellow eyes continued to sizzle in their sockets, meeting her stern gaze with impressive impassiveness, disregarding any threat she thought she was exhibiting. Turn an innie into an outie? He had no fucking idea what she was on about and absently thought that if one were to make threats they should be easily understood as such...
"I rather like the smell and couldn't care less what this world thinks of such things..."
His voice drawled out the words as he turned away from her to look towards the center of the room, his eyes dropping down as if to peer through the floor. There were interesting things here. Interesting enough for him to pass on the urge to show this silly girl how powerless she really was. Something stirred within him at the thought of a ghost making an appearance. Such things appealed to one who had found such benefits to keeping ones essence alive in an apparition, the one within him finding its interest piqued by the revalation and urging him to remain a while longer.
He turned back to her, the devilish smirk still in place.
"Am I to be considered your prisoner then...?"
The mocking tone was vaguely curious, portraying nothing of alarm or chagrin.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 28, 2013 15:29:11 GMT -8
Koko said nothing, but her smile was something to behold. With a face like hers, it should have been a thing of beauty. What it was instead was fucking scary.
But not, one could reason, as scary as the icy tone of the man that had appeared behind Caed as suddenly as a bullet smashing into a skull.
"Prisoner? No."
The voice had once belonged to the Shard known as Eralam. Now it belonged to the man known as Dresden. The Colt revolver that had belonged to both iterations was nestled against the base of the assassin's skull was just as cold as the voice. It, however, was not the threat. No, the threat came in the form of his Force presence, unbelievably heavy and full of the sort of a great many things, none of them pleasant. There were younger mountains, and less dangerous volcanoes. It belonged more to a force of nature than a living, breathing person.
"Though if you'd care to explain why my assistant has her gun pointed at your genitals, I'd take it as a kindness."
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Post by Legion on Oct 29, 2013 4:46:14 GMT -8
Polite conversation was getting him no where with the Gamorrean as they spoke and squealed back and forth. Without a decent translator or something else to intervene in their comedy of misinterpretations, they settled down to wait in silence. Race was drinking a caf and munching on a sweet pastry that was covered in some nuts and a thick syrup. It covered his fingers which then got promptly shoved into his mouth to suck the sugary residue off. Race smacked loudly, making contented noises to himself as he enjoyed the delectable treat, forgetting about the presence of his babysitter as best he could. It had been quite a while that he had been sitting down in this cavernous hole in the ground without the appearance of another and it was starting to make him a little edgy.
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Post by Kairos on Oct 29, 2013 7:00:41 GMT -8
A sibilant shiver ran through the man, a reaction of genuine pleasure to the cold steel pressed up against his skull. The Force roared forth with a presence as flamboyantly forceful as anything he had felt, an all-encompassing flood of threat and menace. Aside from the undulating quiver of delight the assassin remained stock still, his yellow eyes rolling up into his head somewhat as his tongue ran over his thin lips.
"A threesome. How delightful!"
His dry tone was somehow heavy with breath, the contradictions in feeling something of an enigma. His presence seemed to throb faster, vicarious please oozing from his very pores at the situation, not the slightest bit intimidated. It was not that he felt he wasn't in danger. It was that danger, death itself, was a thrill to him. Something to be explored, endured, and conquered. The soul within his soul knew this, had been to the beyond and back. He was the Lord of the Abyss and had nothing to fear from the stretching darkness that lay in the ether.
His smile remained in place as his row furrowed in a near-comical expression of bewilderment.
"I'm... not sure..."
His tone was genuinely curious again, like a child seeking understanding of a particularly complex game. His head tilted to the left slightly, the barrel of the gun grinding in his matted hair as he addressed the female cyborg.
"Why are you?"
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2013 11:20:00 GMT -8
Dresden frowned. Usually, having a gun pointed at one's penis was a situation arising from a very specific set of circumstances that had a way of being reflected upon. Most people took the opportunity to ponder whether or not they were worth the trouble of losing said penis.
"Uh, Koko, why exactly do you have a gun pointed at his genitals?"
Koko, for her part, resisted the urge to roll her eyes.
"Because," she said. "This dude couldn't be any more obviously a psycho murdering rapist if he showed up in a windowless van carrying a sign that said 'free candy,' even if the sign was made from the freshly peeled skin of a hooker's arse."
The former Whill frowned for a moment. Then he holstered his pistol, turned the Sith around, and shook his hand.
"You'll be Caed then. I must say, you come highly recommended."
MEANWHILE, DOWNSTAIRS
The lively conversation between Race and the big green fellow was interrupted by the arrival of a protocol droid carrying a tray of refreshments and a portfolio.
"The others will be arriving soon. Please make yourself comfortable."
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Post by Kairos on Oct 29, 2013 15:30:44 GMT -8
"It was a big arse..." He said laconically, as he was turned around to face the robot nin... er... the now-flesh-ninja-robot-dude-thing, the smile still curling his lip into a sneer-like expression. You should have seen the body bags and hats. The sign was just a functional item...
His hand snaked out to grasp Dresdens in a firm grip, giving it a half-enthused shake.
"You be... You're not what I expected I must say. I expected more... rust.
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Post by Deleted on Oct 29, 2013 18:22:34 GMT -8
"Eh, shit happens."
Judging by the look he was getting from Koko, Dresden was going to have some explaining to do on that front. She looked as though she might be considering using that derringer on him. Yeah, best to get the assassin downstairs, especially if Riplian was going to be coming in soon. Koko, while occasionally a bit impulsive, was far less likely to actually try to off the assassin. If he tried whatever stunt he had pulled on Koko with the huntress, she would likely laugh in his face, drive him insane with some illusion or another, and then shoot him in the nuts. And if they were very lucky, it would happen in that order.
No, best to get this taken care of.
"Anyway, I imagine you were directed this way under rather mysterious circumstances. If you'll head downstairs, I'll explain everything in a moment. I think you'll be pleased with the job we have in mind for you. In the mean time, I need to speak to my assistant."
The former Shard's tone was polite, but firm. This was not something he was willing to yield on.
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Post by Kairos on Oct 29, 2013 18:45:34 GMT -8
Caed shrugged with so much nonchalance and indifference that it was magical that he could cram such apathy into a single gesture. While he hadn't been summoned in the sense that Dresden seemed to imply he nonetheless found himself here under circumstances that seemed too coincidental to be... coincidence. Glancing to where the man indicated the lift was he cast one last look at Koko, left eye closing in a lethargic wink, before he turned and headed towards what he had sensed earlier was the heart of this matter...
Several minutes later the lift neared its final stop, apparently some underground complex of massive proportions. I'm far too lazy to bother sifting through posts for an accurate description so memory will have to suffice. Cavernous was tentatively used to describe this place if I recall and was immediately cast aside as a pathetic term for something so grand and vast. I'm sure I could go into the awesomeness of this place but I think that best left to Eralams ego as this point. Suffice to say that I am suitable awestruck and impressed by the place, dribbling blood as my mind struggles to understand the gargantuan proportions. Perhaps like being in Villa's mom?
After a bored several minutes in which the left descended miles underground the door open to deposit Caed, again if my memory recalls, directly into the middle block of the facility, right by some polish living quarters. Or maybe that was posh living quarters, though the plumbing seems of a high standard consistent with Polish immigrants. Caed wondered briefly if they all had green cards or were they illegals...? He hated illegals. Waltzing in here and taking on the nice Dresselians jobs. Bastards. He vowed to himself, and with all the deadly earnestness at his command, to gut the first Pole he saw.
Anyway... Into the conference room of the middle block of the underground facility of the Emporium of the planet Dressel and waited. There were probably others waiting in this room too but Caed's eye, due to the aftereffects of a drug he had bought with the dead whores twelve year old son, were useless at the moment, seeing only red flashes of colour and juggling Womp Rats...
Its a funny old world.
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Post by The Major on Oct 29, 2013 20:13:04 GMT -8
The front door creeks open just as the commotion relents and peels back like the tightening of curtains. Into the threshold, again into this breach steps she, the one with the tongue masked in silver, the self styled kommandant of the forces of Hell, running away form the well traveled and clichéd paths like a magic bullet twisting in thousand different fonts. There was no exact indicator of when she had peeled away from Dresden's grasp, nor did she extend any warnings for her intention to depart. Perhaps he understood there was no need for such firm grasps, since like sand it all slips more and more with every squeeze. Maybe the work had its merit -maybe there was something worth fighting for right here.
As if anyone could be so naive so to believe this woman could ever feel such things.
The Major enters the place she has neglected in exactly ten years, two months, and three days ago to the current date. Those glowing spectacles crane and arc over the room and the heavy shelves. Nothing had changed. Only she had changed. Her expressions where like living hearses, rearing to carry the unwary off to sweet release, and use anything worth using. Her suit was impeccable, comfortable, and once again -the perfect attire for a sudden funeral. The silhouette is warbled and difficult to discern at first, but once she steps into the light anyone could she see that she walked under her own strength with that damned and cherished musket resting in its home upon the flat part of her right shoulder.
"It hast been ein longk time."
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Post by Deleted on Oct 30, 2013 16:14:58 GMT -8
It was certainly a dramatic entrance. Moody. Cinematic. Also, it was utterly ruined by Koko, who let out an un-Kokoish squeal of girlish delight and wrapped the Major in a hug.
"AHH! Chisame! It's so good to see you!"
How did she put two and two together? How did she know that the tall, lethal woman walking through the door was the same awkward girl that had stepped through that same door all those years ago? Best not to ask. The musket was a pretty big hint, but Dresden had learned long ago that his assistant was scary good at gathering intel. Her network rivaled his own, and, as near as he could tell, there was almost no overlap.
"What," he grumbled, a hint of humor in his voice for the first time in days. "No hug for me?"
Koko flipped him the bird, not even looking in his direction.
"I'm still mad at you," she said. "Fuck off."
She turned her attention back to the Major.
"I know that's not what you go by these days, but I'm not much for rank. How did you end up with this chump?"
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