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| +CEMP+ | Dec 13 2010, 08:50 PM Post #51 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenosa hummed thoughtfully at the simple reply. This Alissa character definitely wasn't the talkative type; but what was interesting was that she didn't seem to be interested in getting into her family past. It wasn't anything that gave Jenosa a better idea of what this woman's real intentions might be, but it gave a better idea of what her character might be like. Alissa turned her head a bit as they walked looking towards Jenosa “I’m surprised you hadn’t heard about this contract, you both seem capable, there is certainly enough going on here to keep a fair number of hunters busy.” "It doesn't mean there are other things here that are keeping us busy," replied Jenosa with a more somber expression. "Let's just say I've heard rumors about the weapons, but recently I wasn't very interested in doing a job. As for Travis, who knows." Then Jenosa grinned and gave Alissa a friendly slap on the back, her green eyes showing a playful nuance of an enthusiastic child. "Well, either way, we're in this together now; whether you're gonna like it or not. Besides, you don't always need a pay check to get involved.” Afterward, Jenosa received a call from Alana asking her where she was, and subtlety told her where to meat them when they reached the spot. It was an old building that Travis somehow knew was pretty secure for a nice chat with their friend, and Jenoa didn't doubt his knowledge. As they entered Jenosa decided to take the liberties of making their 'friend' a little more aware of the situation. “Alright hot shot, I hope by now that the walk we've given you means were not interested in killing you for your gun. Rather, it's the fact that there's some ancient, supposedly advanced technology inside that firearm; not that I think you care. Who does care is the authorities, who have been apparently receiving reports of these toys being lose on the streets, and have thus hired most of us to find out who's been giving them out like candy. And by that, I mean we're interested in finding out who this Delacroix is; you're essentially our star witness.” |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Dec 13 2010, 11:01 PM Post #52 |
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Z'Gato made a grunt noise, which was enhanced by his helmet's sound system, a signal that he agreed with the woman who claimed to be Jenosa. Even during the walk to this location, Z'Gato continued to keep a wary eye on this red-haired woman. He wasn't convinced this woman was who she said she was, and even though Travis backed her claims. The Chozo warrior wanted to know for himself why this woman was back from the dead... Regardless, Z'Gato cautiously walked around the man, keeping a close eye on his interrogation. He was there in case things needed to be done the hard way, especially if his own questions went unanswered. Even if this man knew not where the technology came from, he would surely know the supplier, and then the Chozo would go from there. Him, above anyone else here, viewed this usage of his heritage's technology as heinous, and he wanted to end it as soon as possible. |
Marching to the Black Gates...
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| ~The Boss~ | Dec 17 2010, 02:47 AM Post #53 |
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Native Son
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This wasn't the first time Rex had been tied to a chair in the middle of an abandoned warehouse. And, assuming that they didn't kill him (not necessarily a safe assumption to make), it definitely wouldn't be the last. They weren't Delacroix's men after all, but at this point, it didn't seem to matter much. They were bounty hunters, and bounty hunters were all crooked as hell. Remember, Jimmy always said, there's a reason they ain't real cops. But there wasn't anything he could do now. Nothing but tell him what they wanted to know, and maybe try and explain the situation to them. Not that he thought it would do him any good, but it was about his only option. "Name's Rex Vega... but I guess you probably already knew that." Rex looked back and forth between the redhead, the chick with the white hair, and the blond dude, who looked very familiar to him. The big guy in alien-looking armor and the hooded lizard-thing hung in the back. "Surprised you people don't know who Delacroix is," Rex replied. "Or maybe I shouldn't be. In any case, he's a bad dude. A really bad dude. Gives off this seriously creepy vibe, like he just might be Satan's messenger, ya know? Cause I don't think anybody really knows exactly what it is this guy does. I guess he's kinda like a middleman, or a power broker or something. I think he started off as a fence, and he still does a little of that. But he's got lotsa connections, and he makes deals happen. Big deals. "But among other things, dude runs a poker game. I'm talkin' big money, high roller kind of shit. Been trying to get in for years, and I finally got the invite. So I truck up on up here and head on over to his suite. And man, I'm telling you, we played all day, all night long and into the next morning. And I did okay. Not as well as I shoulda done, but I did okay. "So anyways, gettin' to the point, sometime the next morning, the game's starting to wind down. Delacroix goes and turns on the TV, puts it on college football. Miami versus Boston College, says he's got a lotta money ridin' on this game. So I asked him who he put his money on, and he says BC. Says they're seven-point dogs on the road, but he's takin' 'em anyway, cause he's got a good feeling about 'em. Now right off the bat, I'm thinkin' he's nuts, cause there's no way BC's D can keep up with the 'Canes's passing attack, no way. And yeah, BC's got a good running game and a decent QB, but the Hurricanes got way too much speed all over the field. Man, I don't care what Vegas says, that line was way too generous. So right then and there, I shoulda known something was up. "Cause you see, what Delacroix didn't tell me was that the fix was in. They had gotten to Miami's quarterback, kid named Shaun Marshall. He had him some baby mama issues, so it was pretty easy for them to get him to take a few bucks to go and lay an egg out there. I don't know if it was Delacroix's guys who did it or if he just knew about it, but like I said, I shoulda been tipped off right away. "But like I said, we was playing poker all night long, I'd had a couple drinks and, you know, I wasn't thinking clearly. So I tell Delacroix, I will fuckin' take that action, bitch! I'll take that shit all day long, I said. But I didn't want no money, I told him. I want that freeze gun. See... I knew he had it, you see. And I wanted it. So I said, Miami wins, you gimme that freeze gun. And he says okay, we shake on it and everything. "So what happens? Late second quarter, Marshall gets hurt. He'd been playin' like shit before then, like he was s'posed to, but no one planned on his ankle gettin' bent the wrong way. So out comes the backup QB, some skinny little Cajun kid named Doucet, and he wasn't in on the fix. And he goes out there and throws three touchdowns in the second half and Miami wins in a laugher. "Now there I am feelin' really good about myself cause I just won me the sweetest high tech piece I ever seen. But then Delacroix goes and he tells me the whole story, about the fix, about the QB, everything. And he says the only reason he agreed to the bet was cause it was supposed to be a lock, and he never had any intention of giving actually giving up that gun. And I'm thinkin', what the hell kind of third grade bullshit is that? He wants a takeback? There ain't no goddamn takebacks! "So I took it. I boosted the gun, and I had every right to cause I won that bet fair and square, unlike that chickenshit bastard who tried to cheat then welched on his bet when his cheating didn't work out. So that gun rightfully belongs to me!" |
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| ~Alissa~ | Dec 17 2010, 11:18 PM Post #54 |
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Alissa blinked pausing as her back was slapped glancing towards Jenosa, the familiar action was odd enough, but what was more so was that Alissa had not reacted as if she were being attacked, which was the general response to unexpected physical contact ( there was a string of broken wrists across the galaxy to testify to that). It took Alissa a moment to understand why, she did not feel threatened, not because they were not a threat, but because she did not expect an attack from them. "Well, either way, we're in this together now; whether you're gonna like it or not. Besides, you don't always need a pay check to get involved.” “ I suppose your right” Came Alissa’s quiet response as they entered their “secured location” Alissa listened to Rex speak…and speak….and speak. The man seemed not to possess the ability to stop talking, nor did he seem to be able to keep the subject on facts the hunters cares about, the rambling story involving this Delacroix did offer some useful information of course, it was simply buried in the mess about gambling and fixed games and the like. But there were details that just didn’t sit right with Alissa, “ if you are so put off by this man why would you seek to gamble with him? I’ve never heard of him and the bit I can tell is that I am more likely to win betting on the positive outcome of being exposed to space” The man sounded like a cheat and a thief, and a dangerous one to boot. If he had the sadistic side that this man said he did it seemed foolish to cross him in any way, beating him at poker seemed like a good way to end up dead in this town at least, and then there was the matter of the gun “ and why steal the weapon knowing this man didn’t consider it lost, seems to be more trouble than it’s worth either that man comes after you, or you draw the attention someone else, and end up tied to a chair” Alissa crossed her arms leaning back against a wall looking towards Rex, he was not useful beyond the bit of information he could provide. “ where did Delacroix get the gun?” |
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| ~The Boss~ | Dec 21 2010, 10:24 PM Post #55 |
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"Why steal it? Cause what's mine is mine, that's why! What part of that don't you understand? And I don't give a damn if we're talkin' 'bout Jesus Christ himself, I ain't gonna let nobody cheat me outta what's mine! Got it?" Rex was growing increasingly exasperated. To him, it was all fairly simple, and he didn't understand why these so-called bounty hunters were insisting on making things so complicated. "I dunno where he got the gun," he continued, growing increasingly cagey. "Like I said, homeboy's connected. He gets whatever he wants. He wants a date with Busty Baker, she's butt nekkid in his hot tub the next day. He wants dinosaur steaks, his boys go down to goddamn Prehistoric World and kill him a fresh Tyrannosaurus. And you don't ask questions with Delacroix neither. That's usually a good way to end up in a hole in the ground somewhere. So no... I dunno where he got the gun. What the hell does it matter anyway?" |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Dec 22 2010, 02:07 AM Post #56 |
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Soon enough, the man being interrogated would find an activated energy blade near his neck, the Bird of War's armored helmet staring down at the man's face coldly. "It matters greatly to us, it matters even more to me. All the reason for you to cooperate," Z'Gato threatened, letting the heat of the blade move ever so slightly closer to the man's neck. "Where does this...Delacroix live, I wonder? Would he miss your passing? Would anyone?" Z'Gato cared not for this man's life. Now that they had a name, they had might as well move on to their next target. Besides, anyone they left alive would surely compromise them at a later date, and while the man's defiance was admirable, he was merely a human. |
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| ~Deadly Aim~ | Dec 22 2010, 09:31 AM Post #57 |
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Deadeye '17, eager to move on from the slow-motion train wreck that was last year.
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"Hey, Z'gato... cool it." Travis flatly stated, brushing a piece of lint off his shoulder, the weapon still pointed down. "I'd rather not spend time in jail because you lost your temper over this thing." "Look... Vega, was it? We get that your 'friend' is connected. What I'm saying to you is that you still possess an illegally modified firearm, regardless of whether it is yours or not." He leaned down for just a moment. "Besides, I honestly think you're safer in jail OR prison at the moment. Even IF we aren't working for him, Delacroix sounds mighty keen on getting this back with your corpse as a consolation prize for his ego. If you help us, we can help you not end up dead. BUT, if you don't wish to explain where we could at least pick up his trail, I'll just drag you to the nearest station right now and be done with you." "So what's it gonna be, buddy? Are you going to continue to be dense, or should I just throw you to the wolves?" He paused. ".... I know a man by the name of Vega, come to think of it. Jim I think his name is... you look a bit like him too. Any relation?" |
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| +CEMP+ | Dec 22 2010, 04:27 PM Post #58 |
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Clockwork Master
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Jenosa stood with her back against the wall, listening attentively to Rex. All the while her greens eyes shimmered blue, and the expression on her face gradually went from enthusiastic to serious. Jenosa wasn't being paid for this, and more over, interrogation and investigation wasn't her cup of tea; she almost always avoided those contracts to boot. It was too boring for her taste, and while Jenosa was a decent judge of character, she wasn't a psychologists; or a torturer at that. Plus it was bound to be frustrating, due to whatever character you met, and she had a good feeling that Rex was the type that wasn't strait to the pint. And by the time all was said and done, it was clear by her furrowed brow that her patience had worn thin. It was clear that Jenosa was not having a fun time anymore, although she understood it was a necessity to do this; and inwardly, was thankful Travis and everyone else was along to help question. To her surprise, however, it was Alissa who asked first, but the answer Jenosa was not one about the gun but more of ALissa's character. It was starting to become more clearer that Alissa wasn't good at recognizing an obvious character, which had been shown by her her asking a stupid question. The second one was understandable though, although Jenosa had a hunch on the answer. She let some of the others take a bite out of him before she had her own take, but she openly flinched when Z'Gato made a threatening move. She may not like Rex to any degree, but she wasn't interested in there being blood spilled; and while Travis's words were correct, Jenosa though they were a poor choice for calming Z'Gato. "Hey," she spoke up to Z'Gato, her green eyes flaring in his direction, "I know 'Jail' isn't in your religious vocabulary, but I'm pretty it's against your beliefs to become a savage more than our friend over here is." |
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"I believe that the human spirit is indomitable. If you endeavor to achieve, it will happen given enough resolve. It may not be immediate, and often your greater dreams is something you will not achieve within your own lifetime. The effort you put forth to anything transcends yourself, for there is no futility even in death." — Monty Oum | |
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| ~Alissa~ | Dec 23 2010, 02:24 AM Post #59 |
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Alissa listened as the man began to speak again, for a man tied to a chair in an empty warehouse surrounded by a group with unknown intentions he had a rather large chip on his shoulder. She was still trying to wrap her head around the idea of stealing something from a dangerous individual and then waving it around town. To her it was a good deal more simple, if you take something don’t be seen, perhaps try to extort a favor or something but in the end it was all academic , she had not been the one to steal the gun, granted if she had been she would have been six worlds away from this planet by then. Still Alissa was not completely ignorant of interrogation, she was simply unsure of the tactics being used by everyone else in the room. The situation changed though; quite suddenly Z'Gato had moved behind the man and produced an energy blade holding it under the man’s throat. The movement did not surprise Alissa really, her brain and senses had not issues tracking the movements of the armored warrior but it was enough. Somewhere deep in her brain a switch was thrown, outwardly her pupils dilated as from her perspective the world seemed to slow down; artificial nerves carried information in greater amounts and more quickly towards her brain, they also carried information quickly to the muscles in her body, heart rate increased and the suite of biological and bionic systems in Alissa worked in concert to produce frighteningly fast movements. It was over before Alissa had even had a chance to consider what her body was doing, the conditioning was strong in this case, protect human life from alien life and quite suddenly Alissa had drawn both pistols she carried and had them trained on Z'Gato as the weapons feed targeting information into her internal computers, but she stops short, fingers do not pull the triggers and the hunter looks rather shocked at her own actions. “n….no bounty can be collected if he is dead” It was all she could think to say, she could not back down as suddenly as she had drawn weapons, it would raise suspicion, but she needed a way out, some sort of exit from the rather extreme actions that conditioning had forced her into, she took a deep breath trying to lower her heart rate but it was no good, her nervous system remained enhanced and she knew it would for a while, there was no way around it, her body was ready for a fight even as her brain was trying to keep her out of one. Cooler heads were prevailing though, both Travis and Jenosa raised valid points to Z'Gato and Rex, she took another deep breath and waited for a sign that Z'Gato would withdraw the weapon before she lowered her own pausing a moment looking around at the others in the room. “excuse me” And with that she turned heading for a separate part of the ware house, not leaving, but out of earshot and away from the others for the moment, where they could not see her. She paced quietly back in forth trying to calm herself down, mentally reciting the words that had worked before *I am not a weapon, I am not a weapon* over and over again in her mind as she worked to overpower the conditioning that wanted very much for her to have fired on Z'Gato. She drew back balling up her fist and slamming it into one of the support pillars, the pain shocked through her and cut the noise in her head leaving her standing there looking at her knuckles as blood came to the surface, and slowly she regained control. “ I am not a weapon, I am a human being” she said quietly to herself, affirming what she had chosen to be. mentally as her body shifted back to its normal state she made up her mind, get the information she needed, get this case over with, and put some spaces between herself and this group, working with others was dangerous….for her |
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| ~DarkKnightCuron~ | Dec 23 2010, 03:36 PM Post #60 |
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Z'Gato growled softly after 'Jenosa' and Travis both spoke, slowly deactivating his blade from the man's neck. They were right, of course, but Z'Gato hated having to take orders from others, especially when this man had enraged the Chozo warrior so. The woman known as Alissa, apparently, had drawn weapons at him as well, and while Z'Gato didn't know the extent of her pistols, he didn't seem worried. His armor had proven sturdy enough against many forms of attacks, a few pistol shots wouldn't do much. Hopefully. If nothing else, she might have accidentally hit their hostage, which would have negated her argument anyway. Still, the Chozo warrior grumbled as he backed off, having come to respect Travis enough that he probably knew what he was doing, and stood a few feet away from Travis, Z'Gato crossing his arms in aggravation. |
Marching to the Black Gates...
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