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Post by Kairos on Nov 9, 2013 17:38:18 GMT -8
He reached out a trembling hand for the glass of water, still managing to cast a sultry look at Koko as she carefully negotiated any form of contact with him. His attempt at a seductive wink fell a bit short as the two eyelids splatted together softly, becoming mired in the gooey build up of blood and mucus, causing him to twitch his head as he tried to free the entwined hairs and restore his vision on that side. Turning his attention to the drink he sniffed it suspiciously for a moment but couldn't wait to analyse any scent, such was the unbearable fire scorching its way through his stomach and throat. As he raised the glass to his face he lamented quickly the fact that it didn't appear to be alcoholic, one red tear coursing its way down his right cheek, leaving a think scarlet line to display his devastating sorrow..
The drink didn't last long, pouring down his throat, chin, shirt. Most of it went where it was meant to, failing to sate the insatiable, quench the unquenchable... Extinguish the ever burning embers within him. Yeah, still thirsty he slams the glass down on the table and bellows to nobody in particular.
"Another!"
Followed by a thunderous belch that sent a colourful jet of flame dribbling from his lips. A trick of the light, a metaphor even, or just plain madness to be beheld? I don't give a shit, its up to you how you interpret it.
His mind, well... A part of his mind that I can still convincingly write about, that part of his mind wrenched the rest of its malfunctioning nodes onto the words being spoken. He too was thinking about irony and the Canadian who had seemed to get it all wrong. Though he expeted nothing more from that backwards race north of the American border, he nonetheless was willing to look for a possible stroke of brilliance. Could it not be, therefore, that the "irony" in Alanis Morisettes song was, in fact, that nothing she mentions was ironic? Therefore the song is, itself, ironic and is thus aptly named thus... savvy?
"Projection..."
He was familiar with the technique and mumbled the word as he dragged the dossier over to him, grabbing the red crayon as he did so. With deliberate precision, eyes intent, tongue poking out of the side of his mouth, he peeled all the paper from the crayon in his hand, leaving just the smooth waxy length in his blood-stained hand. The dossier was full of information, information which his edetic mind absorbed easily, despite his intoxicate state. Along with each target and information pertaining to was an image, several in some cases. With tongue still protruding he immediately set to creating a bloody tableau of each image, perhaps to signify the homicide to come? Perhaps pertaining to some sick ritual in which he liked to do his work...? Or perhaps he's just a weird sick fuck who likes scribbling with crayons...
His eyes flickered up briefly to Dresden, annoyed that he'd be referred to as if he were absent.
"I'm right here, Desmond...."
His eyes lowered to the page again as he negotiated a tricky fountain of blood with the now-blunt end of the crayon.
"That old spook won't remember anything you tell him anyway."
Force Projection wasn't specific to the dead and Caed already had it in his mind to do the whole job himself. Inky's arsehole may go and he'd probably seek redemption by grassing them up to the Jedi...
Bellend.
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Post by The Major on Nov 9, 2013 21:55:18 GMT -8
Muttering curses and sneering death threats under breath was supposedly very healthy, according to some health journals. The bastard known as Eralam was clever -making sure to speak loudly enough to have his voice travel to the lift hallway.
But she would have none of it. Trembling much like that fateful day ten years ago, the Major, in her obsessive knack for finding solutions, had removed the tie clip on her shirt and used it as a screwdriver. This tool has served its purpose: the panel had been removed and she had cut and rearranged the wires in such a way that the door to the elevator had gasped open.
So naturally, when her newly found vanity was summarily executed as she pushed the ground floor button, and realized that the power for the lift had been disconnected, which was why the doors refused to open in the first place, the Fallanassi calmly removed her glasses and suit jacket, pressed the wool against her mouth with one hand, and began to thrash at the panels, cursing wildly at the top of her lungs but smothering it with the fabric so no other soul could detect it.
This went on for at least a minute until she bashed her head into a wall a few times, one expletive a piece, and appeared to accept that she had, for now, been defeated. A headache was ripping across her awareness, so she leaned her forehead into the mercifully cold metal plates, readjusted her clothes, and awaited the incurable condition: the fact those people she had so boldly and awesomely stormed out in front of would see her again, thus destroying the image.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 9, 2013 22:15:34 GMT -8
Koko had two choices at this point. She could either put a round into the back of Caed's skull, or she could leave the room. And since Eralam apparently needed the worthless druggie rapist bastard, she decided to leave the room, cursing up a blue streak on the internal comm that she and Eralam used to share. It was fortunate that he was no longer connected to it, because even he would have to question the appropriateness of some of her more...creative invective.
So she excused herself, taking the time to glare mildly at Vera on the way out. There was something...off about the woman. While she looked exactly right all across the spectrum (it was a very good holoshroud, capable of maintaining the disguise well into infrared and ultraviolet,) her motions seemed subtly wrong. She knew the boss had something in mind for the togruta; she just hoped it wasn't something lewd. Being human was NOT an excuse to go find some big-titted bimbo for arm candy.
It was in this state of mind that she found Chisame, diligently disassembling the lift's control panel. The Shard woman knew, of course, why it wasn't working, but chose to remain silent, watching the entire outburst from start to finish. After that outburst, a bit of humble pie was definitely in order. It wasn't until the Fallanassi began to rest her head on the wall that she spoke up.
"Leaving so soon?"
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Post by The Major on Nov 10, 2013 5:18:07 GMT -8
Wunderbar. Company. In actuality, Koko was the ideal person to run into after all these rather strange happenings. The Shard was surprisingly effective at lacking judgmental tendencies, making her a perfect type of sound board. Perhaps killing her in the future wasn't the most sound of options. Ideally, they should kill the jackass and move on from there. 348 days was 8,352 hours too many -he'd cause too much damage in the interim. Even as her mind formed these fantasies, she noted their dilution, as if the chemicals which enabled hostility in her brain were slowly being suppressed by some kind of disgusting creature festering like a malignant tumor. Hopeless. This was fucking hopeless.
"No, actually. I'm goingk no vwhere."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2013 9:40:53 GMT -8
Koko rolled her eyes.
"No shit. The panel is mainly for show. The thing is controlled by either voice or radio commands from authorized staff. And even if you had somehow managed to override that, the power to the lift motors was cut."
She gave the tall human a moment to let that sink in.
"Remember what I said earlier? Well, the game has changed. I'll never forgive you if you let that, that...hussy win."
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Post by The Major on Nov 10, 2013 9:58:40 GMT -8
Slice and dice -she is quick to respond. Too quick. The answer almost feels. . . prepared.
"Hussy? Never forgive me? Forgive me fuer vwhat? Eralam isn't boundt by anythingk. If he vwants a multitude of painful genital vwarts dat vwill seep puss unt cause discomfort throughout der remainder of his days, den dat ist his choice."
One would think the revelation regarding the lift and how it was all fixed from the start would be a source of great chagrin and fuel for revenge, but from the indicator that was her raspy and monotone sentences, something else was pressing just a tiny bit more.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2013 10:08:39 GMT -8
"Bullshit."
Koko stepped closer to Chisame, teeth bared and eyes narrowed.
"Your little hissy fit had nothing to do with the plan and you know it. You know damn good and well that he's not going to tell the whole thing to a goddamn druggie, a lowlife bomb maker and a ghost. Gods above, woman, think! Use that brain of yours."
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Post by The Major on Nov 10, 2013 10:51:33 GMT -8
"THINK UNT DO VHAT?! Hm?"
She rounds about and returns Koko's gesture, matching the intensity and ice of the Shard in a manner of milliseconds.
"Should I trapeze about like ein schoolgirl flutteringk mein eyelids?
Perhaps I shouldt buy a low cut dress, ja; or cast an illusion, right?"
To illustrate the point, the Fallanassi both drags the knot of her tie low while ripping open the top three buttons of her shirt, splaying it open until you could see the white fabric of a nondescript bra.
"Makeup, entrancers, glitter, brandy/drugk cocktails, unt some vwhispers?
"Scheiße.
"Pure, unadulterated shhhhhhit.
"It's not me, unt I do not care."
She didn't realize that her hand had grasped unto Koko's own necktie, pulling upon it a sort of fury that caused her eyes to light up and crack past that practiced pose of exhaustion. Letting it drop, yet unapologetic, the Major leans back unto the railing and looks off to the side -perhaps ashamed of her own lack of control.
"Once upon ein time, I followedt ein mann -clone. They called him Dragus. I followedt him, unt for three years showed mein loyalty. Dere vas nothingk too vast, no objective beyondt reach, unt I loved dat man, even after he undervent dat affliction. Mein revward for such foolishness vas ein shattered arm, vone plate in dis skull, unt ein replacement digestive system. As I lay there, gatheringk myself together, his partners laughed at mein zeal. He also laughed. They laughed because I vas stupid, unt I could not disagree.
"Dat ist vhat love leads to: foolishness, vweakness, loneliness.
So if zyou're tellingk me to fight over ein soul -to attempt to give myself over into another essence- unt even make war out of it, then I say, 'No.'
Been dere. Done dat. Saw der movie. Read der book. Nein, danke.
Let der lot of it rupture unt eat itself; because I live fuer me unt me alone. . ."
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2013 11:21:41 GMT -8
"I'll say it again: bullshit."
Koko was fairly snarling by this point.
"Oh boo hoo, you chose wrong and got hurt. Well suck it up, princess. Life happens. I can't believe that you'd be so pathetic and weak that you'd turn your nose up at the one guy who has shown, time as time again, that he gives a good goddamn. Button your fucking shirt, pick yourself up, and get your ass back in there."
For a second, it looked like the Shard woman was going to strike the Major, but the urge passed and she seemed to deflate. Next thing she knew, she was quite surprised to find herself giving the taller woman a hug.
"You've been through hell, I know. If you had a shot at finding something, don't you think you owe it to yourself to at least try?"
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Post by The Major on Nov 10, 2013 14:33:08 GMT -8
They did not understand. This was not a plea for pity or a game of repentance. This was statistical analysis. Eralam would be dying, and he had no intention of even trying to find a solution. From a stoic perspective, it was more effective for him to find these hussies and release his tensions in that way. Why should she invest into something that would flat line soon enough. Why wreck her mind with such profound loss.
"Der only thingk this path will leadt to ist pain, unt I'm growingk tired of always being das last survivor. He vwill die, unt I'll be left alone. All if us vwill be left alone. vWhy shouldt I suffer? Let him findt a simpler comfort.
"But, I must tell him somethingk before I go. You, arrange ein moment."
Aye, it could not be. At the present moment her mind could not justify the amount of damage it could cause. Slowly, colder thought processes form.
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Post by Lord Sinistra on Nov 10, 2013 14:57:29 GMT -8
Vera turned away from the room, to look around at the wall and anything that happened to be hanging on it. She raised a polite hand to her mouth in an attempt to stifle her smile and refrain from bursting into laughter from the goings on in this meeting. It reminded her of the briefing before the assault on Hok. All that was missing was Wandy painting her freighter with a pin-up version of herself not to mention the pole he had installed in the cargo bay. Her composure regained, she leaned back against the wall, turning her attention to her fingernails.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 10, 2013 16:21:05 GMT -8
Koko sighed and let go. What she wanted to do was bang her head against the wall, and to keep on going until her IQ was low enough to match her friend's colossal stupidity on the matter. Or maybe a lack of stupidity was the problem. Chisame had clearly never learned how to just shut her brain off and go with it. And what was this dying business about? Of course he was going to die, he was human now, after all. It would happen to everyone eventually.
"Look, I can arrange a meeting, but please try to at least think about what I said. Yeah, sure, he's going to die now, but that might be decades from now."
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Post by The Major on Nov 10, 2013 19:22:01 GMT -8
"Just get me one meetingk. Unt vwhere can I get ein drink; also, rest? Oh, ist dere ein vway to get to such rooms vwithout passingk dat conference room?"
Demanding, most likely. Perhaps it was simply using her voice to drown out her thoughts.
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Post by Legion on Nov 11, 2013 6:07:52 GMT -8
Volatile. One of Race's favorite words. He was an expert in volatile materials, how they mixed, the reaction they would create, the crater they would carve and the destruction they would bring. It was not such a stretch sometimes to see the same qualities in people. He couldn't remember the last time he felt like he was sitting in the middle of one his creations, waiting for the fuse to set it all off. He looked over everything in the packet again, a rough spot catching him up until the Major had her outburst and stormed from the room. The chain reaction continued to the drugged out assassin and the assistant, until she too left.
This mixture of individuals was bad one. The spot between his eyebrows began to twitch. That was never a good sign, jumpy nerves going in did not for a smooth job make. Race shifted the toothpick in his teeth to the other side of his mouth and decided to wade into the fray and lay out the concerns he had. After the last couple of stormy exits, how much worse could this get? "I got 2 questions fer ya. One, none of us are from Adarlon. Surely, the locals will eventually piece together that those pushing change are not from 'round there. And two, you've laid out something for everyone except that girl in the corner. A fella like you doesn't mix business with pleasure in a meetin' like this. So who's the gal?"
His gaze turned to the togruta in the corner, his salacious look in his eye only matched by his smug expression. Race knew poker and someone in this room was bluffing.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2013 20:37:32 GMT -8
Koko nodded.
"There are some guest quarters nearby that would be suitable."
Without another word, Koko lead the Major to the rooms. They were more spartan than, say, a 5 star hotel, but more practical and just as comfortable, in their own way. Each featured a kitchenette, full sized bathrooms complete with actual showers, and a miniature armory that would be unlocked in times of crisis.
"You may pick any room you wish. I'll comm you in the morning when I have Eralam ready."
Back in the conference room, Dresden just smiled.
"Vera is here as a security consultant. She's sitting in on the meeting because she might be able to contribute at a later date, but as of yet, she has no predetermined role in the context of the mission. Are there any other questions?"
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Post by The Major on Nov 11, 2013 21:01:30 GMT -8
Following her mentor without further muss or biting quip seemed like the most effective means to a simple trip. Besides, the Fallanassi could honestly not find a single trait within Koko that was annoying. The woman, shard or not, was generally one of utmost class, yet wild and expressive when she needed to be -unlike her stupid boss, who expressed himself with about as much forthcomingness as a clenched spincter. How could she ever being her malice against Koko, ever? She was being juvenile by not accepting that she could not, even if it was safer, because she didn't want to. Once they arrive, and before the Shard woman leaves, the Major remembers a request.
"Oh, mein friendt; der memory crossed: please ask zyour boss to vwear some dink formal. Eine final farewell shouldt be formal. Force him if zyou must."
She had never been one to say thanks, even in cases of compassion. It wasn't about to start now. Once she closed the door, the lanky woman finds a resting place for her warhammer, and then proceeds to scour the room for wine.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 11, 2013 21:28:36 GMT -8
The Shard woman smiled. Forcing Eralam to do anything against his will was always fun, and hopefully, that's how it would be interpreted. The real reason she was smiling was far more devious. Dastardly, even. There was a conference room specifically prepared for the level of bastardry Koko had planned. They would both go into the room, and the Major was welcome to say goodbye all she wanted. Eralam could be as angry and angsty as he wanted. Neither one would leave until Koko was satisfied with the outcome.
"I think I can arrange that," she said, smiling slyly.
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Post by The Major on Nov 11, 2013 22:05:53 GMT -8
Breathe. Rest. Freedom. But wait, this room was most likely wired with cameras and other recording equipment. How did the Major know this? Simple: if she ever offered a guest a room, it would be brimming with equipment designed to capture as much data as possible. Well then, reading naked was out of question. Not that she would ever do such a thing; she felt uncomfortable enough when showering. Staring at herself was awful with skin so pale it could burn water marks into the irises. B-b-b-b-bluargh. Shaking off the discomfort, the Fallanassi takes a seat and kicks up her ridiculously long legs upon the table. Once the position felt easy enough, a large sigh hisses from those twisted lips. Ruminations upon the day’s events flash briefly across her mind.
“Fick. Gib mir Frieden.”
Eager to reach a state of thoughtless bliss, she smashes down the requisitioned wine bottle against the table –striking in such a way that the neck shatters and sends pieces flying each way. Damn the shards, curse them all. Let them slowly cut out her innards and leave her a screaming, tearing, mucus laced and self-defecating mess. Jagged ends micro cut the topside of her sickly looking tongue, marring the already dry wine with the far more agreeable twang of iron. Glup. Glup. Glup. This night might just be salvageable yet.
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Post by Legion on Nov 12, 2013 6:42:19 GMT -8
"You didn't answer my first question. What happens if the locals get wise to us? Is there an exit strategy or are we left to twist in the wind while you sit back here and watch the show?" His lecherous gaze drifted over to Vera. A security consultant? He wasn't buying it. Come to think of it, the big guy hadn't really laid anything out for himself in his mess either. Was this all for his sick amusement? Was is business related? Race had a thousand questions pummeling his temples and the twitch between his eyes got worse.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 12, 2013 10:14:12 GMT -8
Dresden tried not to be irritated with Race. These were, after all, valid questions.
"I won't be sitting back anywhere to watch the show. I'll be actively out on the front, coordinating the various pieces of the plan. You will have quite authentic paperwork that will suggest that you've lived on the planet for the last ten years, and simply moved to a new neighborhood. If the locals give you trouble, you will contact me immediately. I'll extract you myself, so long as it doesn't run the risk of blowing the mission. If it does, I'll have to call upon other resources. Bottom line, we'll get you out, one way or another."
At this point, Koko reentered the room with a glass of painkiller-laced water for Caed. She slid the glass across the table, taking care never to get close enough for him to try anything funny. The Shard woman had to try very hard to keep any signs of disgust off her face, and found the continuing presence of Vera made that even more difficult. She decided that, as soon as this meeting was over, she was going to take a long, hot bath, and that anyone who came through the door for any reason was going to get shot.
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