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[Graded]Fuhrer, The Skirts!
Topic Started: Apr 28 2012, 11:49 PM (1,436 Views)
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"Get on the ground!" Was the first word uttered when the men barged in. Armed to the teeth, handguns, knives, swords, rifles and likely some magical items, though those weren't probably too strong. After that, there were just screams. Screams of fear, anxiety, from being overstressed because their workday was already bad enough. Guards inside of the building immediately pulled out their weapons but were shot down in mere seconds. The force was tremendously fast and effective, quickly rounding up all of the hostages, tying them up and pushing them into one corner, a guard watching them. He was large and threatening, muscular, and by god was he tall, he might as well have been a giraffe. The supposed leader wore a black hood, probably to stay extremely cryptic to add to the excitement of the thread! With a smirk he slowly walked forward and presented himself to his audience. This was a dark, dark day for the hostages, they were probably going to be here for days, left at the hands of these criminals.


It had been a day since the whole incident. The whole town of Oshibana was on edge...knight forces had accumulated outside of the building but to no avail. The hostages were under tight wraps and a single bad move could mean that every hostage in there was killed, though that would resolve the situation since the knights would have an excuse to rush in, it would ruin their public image. So what did they do? They would use mages and let them do the dirty work, if they did anything bad it would likely be put on them. It was obviously one massive kick to the crotch to the mages doing the job, but hey, if the government could avoid taking a fall in some way, they would. Wouldn't you? So, the knights went their merry way, contacted good old Quatro Cerberus and grabbed a deal with two decent levelled mages. They had this in the bag. All they had to do was rendevouz with the mages and get the whole incident out of the way, and knowing what kind of guy was coming? They knew it would probably be over quickly, though not without a risk.

The train stopped in Oshibana's oh so famous station not moments ago, and Diaev, strangely unarmed, just with his dogtags and his automail. Stepping off of the train and letting out a sigh. This was where it all started, the beginning of his troublesome life. Diaev disregarded the ill-tasting 'nostalgia' of that time he burnt down a bar in full anger mode and just continued to walk out of the station. The other thing Diaev had was a letter, and a suitcase. As he walked, he began to read the letter, just making sure he had the details down. It was rather simplistic for something so important. No official stamp, the handwriting was scrawny and rushed, it was so bad it would look better if a chicken had written this. Diaev sighed, having to squint in order to read the text properly. It read:

Chicken Letter
 

Dear Mr Carabanchi,

It will have been at least twenty-four hours prior to the incidents mentioned below of your receiving of this letter. This is an urgent request from not only your guild master, but also the Knights of Fiore as a humble favour. Your co-operation will be well rewarded.

We have also requested the assistance of a particular female member of your guild, you and her having been chosen for very specific reasons. Yesterday (Assuming you receive this 24 hours prior to the incident), the Oshibana skirt factory had become victim to a 'robbery' of sorts, the group has multiple conditions and are supposedly heavily armed. They'll only discuss these with a negotiator, and weapons aren't allowed, so naturally we're going to send in mages. The full details of this mission will be outlined on meeting the strike commander, Elm Von Heindrich.

Please come immediately, the factory is in the northern district, follow the main roads, it's right at the end, almost impossible to miss! Plus you'll see knight check points. Just show them this letter and you'll be free to get in.

Johnathon Gatwell


Not even a properly "sincerely" it was written so fast. Diaev put the letter back in the briefcase, which was already carrying official looking stuff like contracts and that kind of thing. What? He had to make it official, didn't he? Diaev made his way quickly down what was described as the main roads, he had been here enough to know the slang for it in the area. It was basically just one large industrial district, with one large main road leading to the docks where the skirt factory was. Why was it placed there? Mainly because Oshibana had nothing else to port out really. I mean, they made great skirts but everything else they got was just imports since they had very little industrial value. So Diaev quickly walked down the roads, well aware of what they wanted already. They wanted a guy to go in there, bust their skulls open and make sure that all of the hostages got out alive. With no weapons this would be hard, though he would finally get to make use of that wit he had been saving for a few years.

Diaev finally reached the knight checkpoint and showed the letter, though he had a feeling they knew who he was. Of course, he was somewhat renowned with his infamous exploits. How could he not be. Diaev sighed and just waited after the check point, he would wait for the person he was meant to be working with first. If he was working in a team, he had better learn about them a little first. Though it wasn't something he necessarily wanted to do, it was essential if he were to work in a team, and with that, a harsh day would begin.
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Always one to arrive early to things with or without meaning to do so Stella had been in the town of Oshibana for several hours before her fellow Quatro Cerberus mage and she were to meet and begin their assignment, having time to kill she wasted no time in glancing around at a few stores and tasting some of the local cuisine before glancing down at her watch with widening eyes. It was that time already?! Well the old saying that time flew when you were having fun had come back to bite this mage in the rear end once more it seemed. Luckily Stella had taken a circular route through the town and had ended up back on the side of her meeting destination, she just had to keep a brisk pace and she’d make it there on time with no problems or so she hoped. With enough time to re read the letter that she had been given before she arrived the take over mage decided that she had best do so and taking her eyes from the path in front of her for but a moment she opened the clip folder in her hands and flicked through several pieces of paper before finding her ‘ticket’ through the knight checkpoint. Unfortunately as she glanced back up to check her direction was indeed correct adrenaline flooded her veins due to the close proximity of a cup of coffee and her new jacket. Now it wouldn’t have been the end of the world should she have coffee spilt on her clothing but it would be rather inconveniencing at the given time due to the fact she was to make a certain impression for this assignments criteria. Halting her movement and leaning back as the waiter turned around from the table he was at to see her Stella got a rather wide eyed stare in return for her own shocked and surprised face, with no collision occurring however and some apologies exchanged she continued on towards her destination but not without a quick duck into a public bathroom to do some ‘last minute checking’.

She was only around the corner from the knight checkpoint as she glanced over her attire to ensure that there were no marks that needed taking care of, worries about keeping ‘professional’ enough to pass as a negotiator were driving this obsessive compulsive tendency of course. If she didn’t pass this superficial test then their entire mission would be at risk and she wasn’t having any of that, but would her partner have taken some measures to pass it as well? Thinking quickly over the male members of her guild that she knew didn’t ease the knot in her stomach that was for sure, none of them really seemed the type to change their attire for something like this even if it was important. A deep breath and steeled nod to herself in the mirror later and Stella was once again off and walking, this time though there were no stops in between her and the checkpoint.


As she arrived at the checkpoint the first thing Stella noticed wasn’t the guards but the figure beyond the gates seemingly waiting for someone, seems she wasn’t the first of their duo to arrive this time. Checking her watch to make sure she wasn’t late as she handed over the letter allowing her access to beyond the gates the mage gave a warm smile and all that jazz to the guards who wished her luck and motioned for her to continue on, even with everything in the ‘Presscott’ incident over though she couldn’t help but feel nervous around knights and it may have showed through to the two that interacted with her. Clipboard in hand Stella approached the figure that she was assuming was waiting for her and once getting close enough to make out details she recognised who it was she would be working with; Daiev Carabanchi. It wasn’t hard to know it was him once you had seen his arm, after all how many Quatro Cerberus mages had a gauntlet as an arm? He was known throughout the guild to be one of if not the strongest of her rank and so that in itself was both reassuring and nerve racking, while it was good to have a strong ally it did mean she would be the weaker link in this assignment.

“Daiev right?”, speaking once close enough Stella smiled and decided to kick start off the entire meeting. “I’m Stella, I believe we’ll be working together on this one”, with a hand offered out and the other tucking the clipboard at her side she introduced herself before glancing down at the briefcase by his side. So it seemed that he had also taken some measures to be more believable as a negotiator as well, perhaps this wouldn’t be too tricky after all. All they had to do was get past the guards that will no doubt search them for weapons and then sneak around the place to find the hostages, maybe there wouldn’t even be any need for fighting….yeah right who was she kidding? Like luck would just allow them to get through so easily.
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Diaev didn't have to wait long thankfully. This day was already going to be pretty bad, probably, so the person he was working with should have counted themselves lucky that they didn't show up half an hour late, because he might have just ripped their throat out there and then. Though, that wouldn't be the only reason he would, the new suit he got just for this? Fit perfectly in the store, it was nice and comfortable, but formal, good enough for a job like this anyway. Though, now he had finally taken it out of the store and put it on? It felt like he was being choked, he was pretty sure that if he flexed right now, he would probably end up ripping the suit. So, Diaev looked rather awkward as he sat there, considering the possibilities of one that was tailor made. Though it was far too late now, he had to do the dirty work of knights who couldn't take responsibility for their own actions, scum. In his four minute musings, he suddenly heard the guards at the checkpoint rustling. He couldn't hear the conversation but he could tell from the tone that it seemed to be somebody trust-worthy coming in. Probably his partner, so slowly, as if to not rip his suit, Diaev began to stand up.

A woman, who looked rather young approached Diaev, ah, so she was who he was working with. Brilliant, a woman. Now he would have to mollycoddle someone all of the way through this job and make sure she didn't get hurt. Why? Oh yeah, so trauma shit about chicks getting hurt or dying. Diaev got up and brushed himself off, extending his hand to the woman and gripping hers firmly. He shook her hand for a few seconds - the perfect time for an introduction - and then released his grip and nodding at her. His expression didn't change, he didn't smile, he didn't look bemused, nothing. Just a blank and stoic expression. Quickly, he looked his partner up and down, she too had taken the professional route so she must have had some common sense at least. He could have gotten a far dumber companion for a job like this, so with a shrug and sigh, Diaev decided to just take the lemon that life had handed him. Quickly picking his briefcase up, the giant began to introduce himself, looking down on the tiny woman.

"Diaev Carabanchi." He said, almost too simply. "You know the rest." After a very slight pause, the giant turned and began walking towards the factory, his shoes making tapping noises as they slapped against the cobblestone. "Now let's make this quick, I have more important things to worry about than some crappy request." Though this was the case, how could he simply refuse the order? He already had a bad standing with the government and agreeing to such a request could only heighten his standing in this whole situation. Sure, he had better things to do, but it would be far better if he didn't get those looks of contempt every five seconds. Diaev walked rather uncomfortably through a small camp of knights who were just on stand-by, though these people were just part-time guards on stand-by, no need for a brief from them. As Diaev walked down though, one man, noticably short, black hair, and looking rather frustrated approached them. Oh great, time to get a brief from angry pants.

"You must be ze negotiators." The short man said, Diaev crossing his arms at the sound of his voice. "Today you vill be entering ze compound in order to retrieve ze hostages. You vill have no assistance in zis matter. Do you have any questions before ve begin ze operation?" Diaev stood there still. He knew his general plan. Run in, cause a giant shitstorm, have the chick free the hostages whilst he blew some shit up, and then get out and go home in time for a nice meal in Crocus. Well, that was the general plan, it was still rough around the edges but it would work for most things at least. So, Diaev waited to see what his newfound companion would ask or do. He was a forward guy, but for a dangerous mission like this he needed to make sure she was competent and intelligent enough to even pull it off.
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Stella wasn’t sure how she had missed it but as she stood before Diaev shaking his hand it became blatantly obvious to her; the man was a giant, especially when standing next to her far more petite and feminine frame. A fair bit could be learned through a first impression and this one was no different. Clearly not the most social or friendly of people her fellow Quatro Cerberus mage said little more then what was necessary before turning and walking off leaving Stella to make the assumption that he was less then impressed to be working with her on the assignment in question. Why was this? Well she didn’t have it pegged as of yet but she had several possible ideas, perhaps it was because she was weaker then himself or perhaps it was because she was a woman?. It wouldn’t have been the first time that she found herself in such an awkward situation but she couldn’t lie and say she wasn’t slightly peeved off that it seemed to be coming from one of her guild mates, she’d expected something better from those in her guild that was for sure.

With a small roll of her amethyst eyes to Diaev’s turned back Stella followed after him towards and through a group of knights that seemed to be standing around chatting rather then doing their job, while it was true that there was little for them to be doing she would have thought that they would have at least tried to hide the fact they were slacking off. Apparently the knights had more money then sense when it came to this operation. Suddenly the loose atmosphere in the air changed to that of a far more strict one, the obvious source of this change was the man that approached the pair with less then a smile on his face. It seemed to be a day of extremes as one moment Stella was staring at a giant and the next to someone….let’s just say a lot shorter, short and rather tubby with glasses and black hair in a style that only went further to tell you that he had a bee in his bonnet at all times the man oozed a stuck personality from his every pore.

Speaking as he adjusted the glasses upon his face with one of his fingers the man glared at both of the mages in front him before scanning them up and down as if inspecting wares. He must have found their appearances and first impressions to be ‘satisfactory’ though for moments later he spoke to them both giving them an extremely short and abrupt briefing on what they were to do and spraying attitude about lie an angry skunk, while she knew everything in detail and a briefing was unnecessary Stella couldn’t help but find the man’s attitude rather annoying. Had everyone woken up on the wrong side of the bed that morning or something?

Silence took over for a few moments as Stella waited for Diaev to speak and he waited for her to do the same, realising that her partner wasn’t going to say anything the mage snapped to it and put on a fake smile for the man in the pin striped suit. “No, that’s alright. We’ve fully read up on what we are to do, we’re ready to get going now if you’ll permit it”, it was tricky being polite to someone that made you want to return their attitude but luckily it was a skill that Stella had in plenty. “Fine, I suppose you can get going. Just make sure you do ze job well.”, waving the pair on past him, in the distance from the pair (not too far though) their final checkpoint could be seen. It was where they would be patted down and searched for weapons by men working for the guy in charge of the entire situation, once let through the checkpoint the pair’s job would begin.

As they approached the checkpoint Stella noticed the pick up in the men mood around the men that stood guard, a few crooked smiles sent her way told her all that she needed to know and a sigh as she closed her eyes prepared herself for the arrogant comments that she knew would be coming her way. “Come over here missy, I’ll give ya a good pat down”, a wink sent her way made Stella want to say something rather nasty in return for the man’s words but in the interest of the mission the mage kept it nice. “We’re the negotiators that were sent for”, she’d hoped it might get her some respect but her attempt failed miserably. “That’s alright, I like the smart ones”, while patting Stella down in search of weapons the man made a few grabs where he shouldn’t have and some that lingered longer then they needed to before giving her a pat on the ass and pushing her forwards through the gate. “Passed with flying colours”, clenching her teeth as she waited for Diaev to pass through the checkpoint Stella held of an eye twitch that came as she fought the urge to kick some ass.
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It seemed the girl who was accompanying Diaev (he didn't really care for her name) didn't have anything to ask the german fellow, who had an accent far more annoying than the Beserk Manga release dates. He moved out of the way without so much more than another sentence...which was unnerving. Not even a full brief? No map or anything to help them with the mission? Something so low budget for one of the major skirt selling points for the nation? This was odd, no, this was more than odd. This factory was practically an economic goldmine and they were just sending in two mages with little more than their fists and a few fancy spells to get the job done? It was rather unnerving considering the compexity, care, and planning such a job would take to finish it successfully was just left in the hands of two mediocre mages. Diaev immediately suspected something amiss, mercenary knights sitting around, no more than a basic brief and hell, letters that could barely pass for official. He started to think this was something more than a simple job.

They approached the checkpoint just outside of the main entrance of the factory, and Diaev stood there, grimacing. It was more like that guy was feeling that woman up than actually searching for weapons or anything that might injure the guards inside. With a rather rude pat on the ass to send her on her way and inside of the compound. Good, one person was in safely. Now, the question was if Diaev could handle being patted down all over, having rude remarks sent his way and being manhandled, this was now a question of tolerance. If Diaev couldn't tolerate it for more than a minute, he would likely explode and blow this whole place into smithereens. Diaev approached them and nodded quickly, gulping almost audibly, which really wasn't going to help his case. Forcibly, they ripped his briefcase away and checked the contents, though, amongst the contents they found Diaev' usual clothes, a black tanktop, camo pants and somehow squeezed in, his steel toe-cap boots. The investigator stopped and looked at Diaev.

"Uh, dude, why have you got more comfortable clothes?" The investigator asked. That was the moment Diaev was put on the spot. He never expected them to actually go through the briefcase at all, he had put more comfortable clothes in so he could fight more easily once he had gotten inside of the compound. Then answer to their question then shot out of Diaev's mouth, harsh and fast like a bullet.

"W-when I get nervous I piss myself...and when I piss myself I puke." Diaev answered, looking down at the ground in shame. Not in shame at the fact of his 'condition' but the fact he had said the most random and idiotic thing anybody could say, ever. The investigators looked at Diaev, almost shocked that such a big man had a condition like that. The look of shame too? That just added to it and they instantly believed the giant. A man came up, not saying anything and quickly patted Diaev down. For the most part, they found no problems, even somehow missing his dogtags. Though, when they patted his arm and heard a metal clang, he closed his eyes and took a deep breath. They were totally going to question this too, weren't they?

"A metal arm?" The investigator spoke, crossing his arms.

"Back twenty years ago...in the wars overseas, me and Lieutenant Sanders, a famous knight at the time were out over the great Dread." Diaev paused, improvising a heart warming story. "It was just the two of us, and alone we fought the undead for hours, swarms and swarms came but we just couldn't do a thing. We fell back to the harbour, but before I could make it back one of 'em gripped my arm, ripping it clean off. It was going to kill me and then, well, my only friend, Lieutenant Sanders stood in the way and took the bastards blow for me. Before I knew it I was back on a ship to Fiore, I'll never forget that day..." The investigators stood there shocked. "And now...I'm in this position, a simple negotiator." The investigators stood there, tears in their eyes from the story, some of them stood back and sobbed softly to themselves, some blew their nose into a handkerchief. The overly-sensitive investigators just patted Diaev on the back, handed his briefcase back and then let him through with Stella, two guards accompanied them.

He let out a 'phew' and walked along, holding his briefcase tightly. That was close, he never expected them all to be total idiots, though it was certainly going to be something that helped if every other guy was like this. After a short walk, they were guided to some office on the bottom floor, though it seemed hastily strung up. It just had a single metal desk in the centre of the room with two cafeteria chairs for the 'negotiators' to sit at, sitting on the opposite side of the desk? Well, he was odd to say the least. He stood there wearing a pirate hat, an eyepatch, had a pegleg AND a parrot on his shoulder. Though, the most odd thing? He was wearing a skirt. A sky blue skirt cut off just above the knee. Why the hell was this huge gruff man in a...Diaev just raised an eyebrow. No need to contemplate what was going on, he just wanted this job done with.
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Stella might have made it through the checkpoint but as she stood on the other side waiting for Diaev to pass through she was still within an earshot, watching the event as it unfolded she was also able to hear everything said between the men and what she did hear was disturbing to say the least. First of all Diaev was caught with more comfortable clothes in his briefcase, why on earth would he bring some other clothes? Doing so was just asking to be busted if you asked her, did he not think that they would want to search the briefcase for weapons and the like? As she shook her head slightly with disbelief Stella overheard the second piece of disturbing information, when questioned as to the reason why he had the items in his briefcase the mage said that he had a bad habit of wetting his pants when he became nervous and that in doing so he fell victim to another bodily function. He had to be lying didn’t he? Surely the giant that she had met moments before wouldn’t wet himself or the like when nervous… Pinning her hopes on those thoughts Stella tried her best to put thoughts of such things to the back of her mind and listened to the rest of what Diaev had to say in order to get through the next part of his ’examination’.

As the tale that was weaved ended Stella stood with eyes slightly widened, was any of what he was saying even true? While she didn’t really care that he may have been lying she was generally intrigued, she hadn’t heard anything about him discovering his powers late in life or the like nor had she heard anything regarding him being a knight during the time before he had. It seemed more and more likely now that he had mentioned being a knight that he was being deceitful altogether but once again she reminded herself that it didn’t matter and to forget about it. Stella gave Diaev a small smile as he made it past the checkpoint, it was really just a way of saying ‘thank gosh they are stupid’ without being caught for doing so though. Catching ear of his relief at making through with such words she set her eyes back to the work ahead of them, they were supposed to be meeting someone once they arrived and it would be best that they weren’t late.

It wasn’t a long walk before they found themselves being guided to a room where the meeting -or so they assumed- would be taking place, everything seemed to be rather calm with the people they had met so far and that in itself was relatively comforting for Stella to know. In a hostage situation it was important that the parties were calm if there was going to be any kind of hope in reconciling the troubles and getting everyone out safely, at least the people here seemed to be calm and collected and that fact would make their job a lot easier. Sure, they weren’t actually there to negotiate with the man that had taken the hostages but if they could make a convincing argument and gain as much trust from those in charge/that they spoke to then they would have an easier time when they tried to search around the complex. As they entered the room however it was made abundantly clear that it normally wouldn’t have functioned as an office, nothing more then the bare necessities such a desk and chairs were in the room and while it wasn’t alarming that they weren’t treated to an office it did make Stella wonder. Perhaps the actual office rooms were places that they didn’t want them to see?

What was alarming however was the man that sat across the desk from them, he certainly was an ‘interesting’ person to say the least. Sitting in his sky blue skirt that rivalled the length of Stella’s own was a rather gruff looking man with an eye patch, parrot and well other piratey features. Maybe just maybe the people they were dealing with weren’t of sound mind after all. “Thank-you for meeting with us”, the first to speak Stella turned on her extra ‘warm, friendly and polite’ mode for the time being. “Aye, it be good to meet cha. Pete ere was starten to get impatient”, so it was obvious that the man was referring to his parrot that sat upon his shoulder but what wasn’t obvious is why on earth someone would speak like that. “Sorry if we kept you waiting, it’s a lot bigger here then we expected”, despite the fact that she was certain they weren’t late Stella thought it best to just apologise regardless of the facts in order to keep the mood civil and because it was a legitimate strategy when dealing with people such as these. “Nay, you be not late. E is just a bloody pain in the arse when he wants somethin”, alright now it was beginning to get even weirder with every word the man spoke. Did he really think that his parrot wanted them there? It wasn’t like the parrot was in control or anything….
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The Giant himself was too confused to even make a comment on the situation. So letting out a sigh, he just sat down and let his team mate do all the work, placing his briefcase down by the side of his chair, he looked back and forth from Stella to the cross-dressing pirate. Shifting almost uncomfortably, Diaev looked at the parrot on the Pirates shoulder. It was just your regular parrot, wasn't it? Though this lunatic must have thought it was controlling him. Yes, he must have just been one of those delusional, but powerful men. This wouldn't only make it harder to negotiate, but he was probably already torturing the hostages or having them cut up. Right now, the best thing to do would be to kill the guys in here and find some way to sneak through and free the hostages before the guards were alerted, then again, they could just negotiate their way out of it. Yet, that might have proved to be too difficult a task if this man really was some deluded pirate guy who thought a parrot would controlling him.

"Well, let's get to business." Diaev said simply. "What are your conditions based on the release of the host-" Suddenly, the parrot let out a terrifying screech, it was so loud and high in frequency that Diaev had to cover his ears, nearly falling right off of the chair. Around six seconds later, the sound stopped and Diaev had a slight ring in his ears, the ringing slowly dissipating with time. "W-what the...Anyway, about the hostages." Another loud screech shot out of the parrot's mouth, this time, Diaev actually fell right onto his knees, he felt as if his skull was going to bust open. Though, the odd thing was was that the captain of this organisation seemed to be totally fine with it. What the hell was going on? Eventually the loud screech stopped, though this time it seemed to be longer, louder. It was apparent that negotiations weren't going to be discussed here, not unless they got rid of that damn parrot. So, slowly and cautiously, as to not provoke the parrot, Diaev began to stand back up and looked at his colleague.

"OK, that parrot has gotta go." Diaev expected another shriek almost immediately - though, after a brief few moments, nothing happened.

"It. Stays." Said the pirate, his eyes almost blank, just staring off into the distance. Diaev spoke up for a moment, but suddenly, a fist slammed down on the table. "IT. STAYS."

Welp. Diaev couldn't do shit on this one.

(Sorry for it being short, exams are coming up so I'm taking more time to study.)
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[ooc: that's alright, hope mine is alright :p wrote it on my birthday lol so not much time to spare xD]

It might have taken longer then Stella would have wanted but Diaev finally spoke up and added to the negotiation process, he didn’t however get to speak for very long before the parrot in the room had something of it’s own to add. Forced to cover her ears as the parrot atop the man’s shoulder emitted an ear piercing shriek Stella clenched her eyes closed and winced at the shrill sound that seemed to go on forever, at first she thought it was some kind of alarm but as it finally ended and her eyes opened once more it became obvious by the demeanour of the man across from her that it was nothing out of the ordinary. Slowly the mages in the room lowered their hands and began to try and return their minds to business, unfortunately however it didn’t seem to be a one off occurrence as the sound once again pierced their skulls. What was that bird’s problem and why wasn’t it bothering the man next to him?! What neither of them knew was that the bird was not in actuality a bird at all, it was a carefully made robot designed by the leader of the entire operation so that he could remain hidden and secure at all times while still having eyes and ears around the compound for important things such as the meeting. Why was it making such ear piercing noises? That was a problem on the speaker side of things, shorting out a couple of wires inside the robot were causing some rather unwanted side effects and those ear piercing shrieks were one of them. The man whom the parrot used as a seat wasn’t being bothered by these sounds however because of one little fact, he was tone deaf.

Denying Diaev’s request for the parrot to leave the room the man that Stella thought of as a pirate wannabe made it clear that the parrot was not going anywhere, with that in mind perhaps she could take a different approach to that which her partner for the assignment had. “Is everything alright with your parrot? He doesn’t sound too good.”, inadvertently Stella had raised a very different set of thoughts within the man’s mind as he quickly glanced to the parrot on his shoulder. “Oh he don’t? Why’s that you think?”, unable to hear the tone that had the others in pain the ‘pirate’ had thought that the bird’s squawks had been as normal and now that there was a chance they weren’t he found himself rather concerned. What if something was wrong with the bosses prized robot?! “He’s making some rather ear piercing sounds that I’m pretty sure parrots aren’t supposed to make normally”, while she was rather confused as to how the man didn’t think what the bird was doing was abnormal Stella kept on track.

Immediately the man knew what was happening, it had happened once before and the man that was in charge of maintaining the robot soon found himself in a rather cold and dark place. “Ah! Sorry about that, he does that when he is ungry. I will go get him something to eat.”, the man stood from his chair as he spoke but as he did so he revealed something about himself that both Stella and Diaev wished they hadn’t found out. Apparently he had never heard of underwear nor had he heard of modesty. Stella grimaced and shot her gaze to the floor until the man had left the room, then as silence prevailed and they were all alone she looked to her partner. “This just keeps getting weirder and weirder”, why were they leaving the two all alone? Why on earth was there a pirate wearing a skirt and what was with that damned bird?! Rubbing her temples as she tried to get rid of the ringing in her ears Stella looked around the room for any obvious signs of cameras, it seemed that since the room wasn’t set up meetings or the like that there wasn’t anything to monitor their conversation but just in case she ducked her head under the table to check for bugs.

“It looks like it’s just us, what do you think we should do next?”.
Edited by Lightning, May 13 2012, 06:31 AM.
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Diaev could only really watch as his partner did her thing. His calmer counter-part tried to reason with the skirt wearing pirate and his cyborg-little parrot, jolts of electricity shooting off of the little feather machine. Stella and the Pirate had a somewhat brief conversation on the status of the parrots voice box, and the Pirate did admit to it having some kind of problem when it didn't 'eat'. Diaev instantly knew. This always happened. That little parrot was going to be some fucked up twisted spawn of Satan or something like that! Always! Even when he went on a simple job to blow up a bridge, it turned out that it was previously made out of a damn smoothie! And all Diaev could do? Was just react and predict. Though by now it was getting pretty obvious, getting thrown into zany situations, fighting off shark-monsters, protecting a guy from some chick who channelled the power of a sea god into a ring and then stopping Jamie Oliver Smit and his plans to turn everybody into vegetable people. Though, what Diaev didn't expect was what was about to happen next. The pirate stood up rather slowly, and he revealed something less than pleasant. The Giant's eyes widened in shock and he fell right off of his chair again, covering his mouth to stop his laughter. He stayed like that until the pirate left, slowly collecting himself, his eyes had watered up slightly and a smile was on his face. This was rare.

"Oh Christ." The Giant said simply, wiping his eyes with his index finger to collect the tears. As he stopped laughing, he thought seriously about the situation at hand. What could they do? They had a few options, busting through was one, but they would kill the hostages, or they could negotiate. The latter option was by far safer, but far more annoying, especially with those parrots. He needed more information on the subject. "We'll check his drawers..." Diaev paused for a moment. "Not that he has any." Diaev sat on the opposite side of the desk and started rummaging around the drawers of the desk. The first one was filled with navy blue skirts and sailor shirts. Now, Diaev found this creepy as hell, so after finding nothing, he closed the drawer and tried the second. Inside? Well clearly labelled was a gun, some kind of combat knife and this time a skirt that was decorated in camo fashion. Diaev didn't want to risk moving anything at all - so he closed the drawer. If he looked and found nothing later, the guards would certainly be alerted, that couldn't happen. He checked the third and final drawer, finding a folder which he pulled out and put on the table. He opened it quickly and read through it. His eyes scanning the page with a new found eagerness.

They were just instructions on taking the factory down, which entrances to ambush, a map of the complex and all of it's floors, and something more interestingly, where they should set the 'equipment' up. Oh god. What was coming up, were they going to summon Cyborg-Parrot-Satan? It always seemed to happen like that. Though, it didn't say anything about the parrot or his relation to anything. Perhaps Diaev was overthinking it like always. It wouldn't be a surprise if his odd expectations for his jobs were not met. It didn't describe the equipment, so it was probably something really secret and weird. He pushed the papers to Stella and stood up for a minute. He could hear a ruckus outside of the door, though he couldn't hear the conversation, eh could hear the tone. It was a loud, raging argument. One voice seemed to be almost robotic, very scartchy, and the other sounded a lot like Pirate Mans, was he arguing with his little pet? Diaev quickly moved back into his seat, putting his ankle on his knee quickly, not looking at the door. He shot a glance at Stella, as if to advise her to do the same before the crazy nutjob pirate who hadn't heard of briefs got back in. Moments later, he would burst in again and Diaev turned back, both of them had blood splatters on them, the pirate and the bird that is, and Diaev could see a guard dragging away the corpse of another guard. The Pirate sat down and smiled.

"Sorry fer that, she'll be all better now, isn't that right?" The little parrot nodded, mechanically. So, Diaev began to speak. "Well about the negotiations." Diaev paused, ready for a screech. It didn't happen. "What are your conditions on the release of the hostages in this situation?" There was an odd silence for a moment.

"We want ownership of all skirts." The pirate said.

"ALL skirts?" Diaev looked rather shocked.

"From the waist to the hem, ALL skirts." He could feel the anger growing inside of him, looking to Stella for some help on this one.
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With jokes aside Diaev jumped into action, not hesitating before opening the drawers of the desk that the three of them sat at mage was set to discover several unsettling things in the process. The first draw was home to several skirts and shirts all of which a man shouldn’t be seen wearing, and it seemed that both the Quatro Cerberus mages found them unsettling as nothing but utter silence prevailed. What could you say about them anyway? There was just no words for the pictures that those damned clothes and the man that would be wearing them conjured, none that did the horror justice anyway. The second of the drawers held equally unsettling items but they were so on a different level to the clothing that the previous drawer had held, a combat knife and gun lay inside with clear labels on them as if someone would forget what they were looking at or for someone suffering from obsessive compulsive disorder. The fact that there was a gun and a knife in the drawer was worrisome enough for Stella, did that mean they had no intention on being peaceful after all? Would they try and kill her and Diaev in the very room they sat in? Or was it merely a ‘just in case’ kind of item that they put there through suspicious nature? There were many possibilities as to what the correct reason was for the weapons in the draw but whatever it was Stella nor Diaev were going to be moving either of them from their location for the risk of giving away they had snooped and ruining their cover.

What the third drawer held proved to be the ticket that the pair were after and as Diaev handed her the folder he had found Stella wasted no time before scanning over it and remembering what she could, it seemed the plan as to how they had taken over the place was detailed on the pages and while it would be handy to know how they did that for the knight’s future reference it wasn’t what the takeover mage was looking for. Luckily the last page held something interesting for Stella was about to resign the folder to be of no use, step by step instructions on how to set up some sort of equipment was accompanied by crude sketches that unfortunately Stella couldn’t figure out. What on earth were they setting up? They didn’t seem like they would be some kind of terrorist organisation so surely it wasn’t something bomb like was it? Suddenly the raging argument outside stopped and so reacting quickly Stella shoved the folder back into the draw that it came from and returned to her seat, with adrenaline pumping through her veins as she hoped they hadn’t been busted she smiled to the ‘pirate’ man that re-entered the room. Immediately the sight of blood upon his clothing and the bird on his shoulder was noticed and the unmistakeable sound of something being dragged echoed through the hallway behind him, someone had been killed or seriously injured and that didn’t bode well for the mindset of the people in charge at all.

With new knowledge in ‘hand’ about what was going on Stella and Diaev were getting a better picture of what was unfolding around them, while it was still as foggy as the top of a mountain the image was beginning to show a group of insane criminals with no hesitation to kill were in fact those responsible for what seemed to be a mundane heist of a skirt factory. Returning her mindset to the negotiations at hand Stella awaited the demands that Diaev inquired about, she thought surely they were going to be asking for money or fame or even both but oh was she wrong. Skirts?! The man across from them looked as calm and serious as anyone could be as he requested ownership of ALL skirts from the waist to the hem and that in itself was off putting never mind the insanity of such a request. Stella caught sight of Diaev’s glance to her and with an idea in mind she decided to go with it, “I see, you do realise that such a request would take some time for us to finalise”. In her mind the fact that the man was requesting such an outrageous demand that had no physical aspect to be delivered such as money or a helicopter was in their favour, if they went along with the man’s request the time they needed to ‘finalise’ the request could be used to snoop around the factory and find the hostages. “Aye, we be realising that ye would need to spread the word”, if expressions and tone were anything to go by it seemed that the man was falling for the act hook line and sinker.

“Well then, if you agree to give us the necessary time to arrange your request we can get going and start on it right away”, now to get the right amount of time that she and Diaev could use to search. “We would need at least a day, and during this time you must promise no harm will befall the hostages.” Stella stood from her seat signalling to both men in the room that she intended to finalise the meeting, this meant that hopefully the man would feel rushed and simply give in to their terms so that they could get on with their true objective.
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