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| Midnight Delivery; The Sleepy Streets of Romania | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: May 2 2009, 10:35 PM (744 Views) | |
| Lawman | May 17 2009, 01:02 AM Post #16 |
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"At least you pushed the fucking button," Scales mumbled as Mai entered the apartment - it appeared to be furnished for someone who is pretty well to do, with Mai taking note of the luxuriously designed sofa and coffee table set from Italy, as well as a home entertainment system with a large screen plasma TV. "My my, quite a posh dwelling you have here," the platinum-haired Esper commented with a foxy smile as she looked around. "But I wonder... do you have a problem with fire hazards around here?" She asked as she noticed how the walls and floor were made of a flame-retardant material... curious indeed. "And it looks like you got yourself an uninvited guest..." Mai remarked offhandedly as she shot a glance at the large bound man on the floor, and on top of a nearby table lay a pistol and a knife, with the pistol's magazine having been removed and emptied of rounds. Scales sighed as she walked over to what seemed like a nearby control pad for a security system and entered a series of numbers on the numerical keypad, apparently resetting the elevator from its emergency stop status as the doors opened fully before closing again. Dusting off her biker helmet, Scales rested it on the kitchen table before opening an overhead cupboard and retrieving from it a tall glass and filling it up. "This may take a while, you can have a seat. Unless, that is, you want to help with this?" Scales turned the man over so that he lay on his back as she set the glass down on the floor. Mai watched wordlessly as Scales revived the man by dousing him with the ice-cold water. The result was immediate as he snapped awake, glaring at the two women before spitting upon Scales, cursing madly in a language that Mai didn't quite understand... but it sounded Slavic? Although it wasn't Romanian or any of the regional languages - Mai was no linguist, but her best guess was either Russian or Ukrainian, the former of which she possessed some conversational ability. Scales for the most part remained impassive, waiting for the man to snap out of his hysterics, and all the while she never once broke eye contact with the man. Surprisingly, Scales was able to converse with the man in the same language. After a bit of a conversational exchange, the man spoke up, this time in Romanian, albeit with horribly mangled vocabulary and rife with grammatical errors - but still, Mai was able to make out his words, some of it anyway. "I suppose I am your prisoner then?" he asked as he raised himself into a sitting position. Still maintaining a look of impassiveness Scales seated herself on a chair in front of the man. "Who sent you?" The raven-haired German asked. "Somehow, I don't think he's just looking to get a nice comfortable couch to sit on and a steaming bowl of miso soup," Mai chuckled as she leaned back on the couch she was sitting on. It was for the most part meant as a joke - the opulence of Scales' dwelling really stood out in stark contrast to the poorly-maintained exterior of the building and indeed, much of the district they were in. And from the looks of it, it wouldn't be surprising if some of the more unsavory members of this community would try their luck at breaking in. |
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| Scales | May 17 2009, 11:54 AM Post #17 |
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Scales glanced at Mai, who sat on the white leather couch. "No, I don't think Miso soup was on his agenda. He has something else he wants, or doesn't want." Turning to the man once more, the small pale German looked him over. "Who threatened your family? Was it detective Richter? Perhaps DR. Richter? Which one of them wants to know my where abouts?" Jumping to her feet, the small German's heavy boots made a loud smacking sound upon the flame-retardant floor. Instantly the temperature in the room rose several degrees, causing the Japanese woman and the Intruder to become hot and uncomfortable, almost to the point of sweating. Staring down at the burly man, glowing ruby eyes snapped fire and sparks. From between clenched teeth in clipped notes, the raven haired woman asked once more "Who. Sent. You?" As the temperature rose, a slight, almost inaudible hissing came from the hallway, as if an old rickety radiator had sprung a leak. Taking a deep breath to calm herself, the small German sat back down in her chair and waited for the man to respond. As the temperature in the room returned to normal, the hissing stopped suddenly, as if a light switch had been flicked. Taking another deep breath, Scales leaned forward, placing her elbows upon her knees and spoke softly. "Which one sent you? Which one of those wingy bitches wants information on me?" Scales simply glared at the man, waiting for him to say something, anything. The man sighed heavily. Lowering his head, he seemed to want to rub his temples. "Detective Richter sent me. He wanted to see how his only child was doing, how she faired. If she was healthy and happ-" The man stopped suddenly as the sound of flesh smacking hard against flesh echoed through the room. Standing over the man, her body tensed, every muscle taunt, shaking, vibrating with the effort to restrain herself. "Only because i'm assuming Dr. Richter doesn't know that her husband went behind her back, I'll let you live. You tell Mr. Richter that his daughter died that day oh so long ago. Tell him I don't appreciate people in my home that are uninvited, and the next one he or Dr. Richter sends will meet the fate of a short drop and a sudden stop in my elevator shaft. Oh, yes...and give him this." Stepping out of the room, the small German returned only minutes later, a small black velvet box held in her relaxed right hand. Throwing the box into the man's lap, she walked behind him. With not another word, she untied his hands and walked to the table. "Your guns and knives now belong to me. If they are reported stolen, I'll know, and you will meet a tragic fate. Have I made myself clear?" The man nodded. As he stood, he pocketed the small black box and followed the dark haired girl to the elevator. Scales punched in the code and the doors opened. "Touch nothing." As the man stood in the elevator car, Scales entered another code into the number pad and the doors slid closed smoothly. Turning to Mai, the small raven haired German sighed. "Now, who do you work for? Who are you recruiting? And so help me god, don't lie to me, not after that." The small woman stood in the kitchen, facing the sink, her head down and her body shaking. Breathing through her rage, she waited for Mai to speak, to tell her the answers to her questions. |
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| Lawman | May 17 2009, 02:35 PM Post #18 |
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"No, I don't think Miso soup was on his agenda. He has something else he wants, or doesn't want." Scales replied as she looked over briefly in Mai's direction, eliciting a sly chuckle from the platinum-haired Esper, Scales might seem a little humorless, but at least the joke was not completely lost. "Who threatened your family? Was it detective Richter? Perhaps DR. Richter? Which one of them wants to know my whereabouts?" the raven-haired German demanded as she sprang to her feet, as the ambient temperature of the room began to rose. "Now I can see where the fire hazard comes from..." Mai added offhandedly as Scales' ruby-red eyes glowed with spark and flame. "Who. Sent. You?" Scales asked more forcefully this time round, as a hissing noise came from down the hallway. The raven-haired German took a deep breath to calm herself down, returning to a sitting position on the chair while waiting for the man's answer. As she calmed down, the room temperature returned to normal and the hissing noise stopped. "Which one sent you? Which one of those wingy bitches wants information on me?" "Detective Richter sent me. He wanted to see how his only child was doing, how she faired. If she was healthy and happ-" Before he could finish, a smacking noise interrupted him and forced his silence. Scales was on her feet again, her muscles taut, and apparently quaking in barely-restrained rage. "Only because i'm assuming Dr. Richter doesn't know that her husband went behind her back, I'll let you live. You tell Mr. Richter that his daughter died that day oh so long ago. Tell him I don't appreciate people in my home that are uninvited, and the next one he or Dr. Richter sends will meet the fate of a short drop and a sudden stop in my elevator shaft. Oh, yes...and give him this." Scale left the room briefly, and returned with a box finished in black velvet in her right hand, which she dropped into the man's lap. Without another word, she set the man free by untying his hands as Mai looked on. "Your guns and knives now belong to me. If they are reported stolen, I'll know, and you will meet a tragic fate. Have I made myself clear?" Mai followed as Scales escorted the man out of the apartment into the elevator. "Touch nothing." The raven-haired German warned as she entered the elevator access code. With the business involving the uninvited guest done, Scales now turned her attention to Mai. "Now, who do you work for? Who are you recruiting? And so help me god, don't lie to me, not after that." Mai chuckled softly before handing a thumb drive to Scales. "Take this, you will find all the answers you need within." Inside the drive contained files about recruitment information on The Marauders, as well as a speech regarding their leader's - Marianne Darker - vision and goals behind The Marauders. "Don't bother returning the drive once you're done reading - consider it a complimentary gift from the boss," Mai once again flashed Scales her foxy smile. |
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