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| Fin | Mar 5 2011, 11:23 PM Post #16 |
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"The tea set from the office... crystal bowl and porcelain pitcher... two millimeters... silver platter with a lid... can rich people get any more meticulous than this...?" He muttered silently with a slight chagrin as he made his way down the corridor towards the pantry, bringing with him the tea set that was on the coffee table in the office. Somehow he's kinda iffy about letting Seth work for these kind of people. True, Seth himself is very fussy when it comes to household works, but he couldn't remember him ever being this nit-picky about something. ...Well. Maybe on a few things... Kay... eastern fork... conference hall... he popped open a door to check the interior. Looks like the conference hall. With no one around. He closed the door with a snap, figuring that the next door would be the pantry. He walked over to the next one, turned the doorknob and- ... wuoh. It's a seven-star kitchen. And she calls this a pantry? Bourgeois. He entered the kitchen area, closing the door behind him with a snap as he glanced around, his eyes squinted slightly trying to fend off against the dazzling sparkly clean hygienic aura the whole compound seemed to exude. Not comparable whatsoever with the small cramped kitchen in his dormitory room and the never-seemed-to-be-cleaned kitchen of the WDA. He swiped a finger across the counter, emitting a squeaky sound as he goes, indicating the level of cleanliness of this place. Goodness, Seth would be overjoyed to know that he's gonna be working in here... Uh... That is, if he passes the tests... crud. He set the tea set on the counter, taking another look at the piece of paper he was given to counteract his household works ineptitude or something. He can't afford to fail this time. That last one was probably the yellow card, and this one could possibly be the red card. And Seth doesn't deserve a red card. Well, according to this, in short all he has to do is make tea, crumpets, and serve it to her like some rich butler that he's pretending to be right now. Shouldn't be too hard. Start with the tea first? Seth makes tea all the time, and he's seen him done it too much times to even care, so it shouldn't be too hard. Put in a tablespoon of the tea leaves into the teapot (which he did), pour in boiling water into the teapot (which he did), and he's done. Easy enough, don't you think? He can take care of the milk and the sugar cubes later. But for now, number two, crumpets. Uh. Crumpets... ... ...... ......... WHAT THE FRIKKIN' HELL IS A CRUMPET?! His heart raced, his palm sweated, his eyes dilated as he stared at the foreign word 'crumpets'. This is bad, terrible even. All this time he'd seen Seth cook something in the kitchen it's always something that involves rice, rice, rice, fishes, and more rices, but never once had the word crumpets popped out from his mouth. Crumpets... it... sounds kinda similar to biscuits and crackers, right? So... think it has something to do with biscuits? Yeah... that's right, that must be it... So... what does he have to use canned biscuits like the ones Seth always gets? That shouldn't be possible for an elite... that means he's expected to MAKE one... GRAGH!!! He doesn't know how to make biscuits, what was she thinking?! Uh... calm down! Calm down, V. He thought as he took a deep slowing breath. There has to be a recipe book here somewhere. Yeah, he can just take one and follow the instructions and all will be fine. Turning around he grabbed hold of one of the cabinet knob, and pulled on the door to reveal... Collections of cups. He closed it with a snap, moving on to the next cabinet- Stacks of plates. He closed that one too, and moved on to the next one- Jumbles of jugs. Again and again he repeated the process, rounding the whole kitchen opening and shutting cabinet doors after cabinet doors, finding pretty much everything you could ever need in a kitchen except for the very thing he needed right about now, a recipe book. He began to panic as his hands slipped off the knob of the last cabinet he checked. He can't do it without any instructions... The one who's good at cooking is not him. He turned around, resting himself on the counter with a look of disbelief on his face. This is stupid, he's stumped. He'd fail just because he doesn't know how to make this stupid crumpet/biscuit thing. And the one who'll have to pay the full price won't be him, but Seth... ...Making biscuits from scratch shouldn't be that hard, now can it? It's just some baked concoction of flour, water and yeast... Right? RIGHT?! Well, if he's going to do it he'd better start now. Who knows just how long it's gonna take and how much patience would the bourgeois girl have before she starts popping veins all over her head. With a new resolve he shoved his hand inside the cabinet and took out a glass bowl. If he remembered it right, he needs to mix flour, water and yeast together, roll it, squeeze it, squash it all up and he'll get a dough! Simple, right? Now... all he need is the materials... he walked briskly around the kitchen towards a small room that looked like it'd be a pantry, and opened it- Oshit. If the office wasn't big enough, look at this. The pantry's even bigger than the office. His whole body trembled in fear as his eyes hovered around the whole room, fearful of the prospect of sifting through all these ingredients to find two that doesn't seem to be anywhere near his eyesight: Flour and yeast. Oh, there they are. Figures. Flour is a pretty common ingredient, he thought as he immediately took about three cupful of flour and dumped it into the bowl. And now... yeast? What about yeast? Well, assuming he (finally manages) to find it, he brought the entire jar of it out of the pantry, set everything down on the counter and immediately got to work, taking a few teaspoon of yeast and three cupful of filtered water and mixed everything in the bowl. Suffice to say, it didn't turn out right. Or so he thought, as he pulled his hand away from the mushy sticky mixture. He... did it right... right? Biscuit dough is supposed to look like this, right? Urh... let's... let's just... do it... and see how it goes... ~~Would be a bit disturbing to keep on describing the events, so... time skip.~~ He was covered in flour, his arms sore and stinging, he was breathing heavily, his back hurts, he was sitting next to the oven trying desperately to catch his breath after what seemed to be like the most hellish time in his entire life. He couldn't remember just how many times had he knocked over the flour to the floor, how many times he had accidentally set the wooden spoon on fire, how many times he... he... urgh... Ding~ The oven rang, prompting him to immediately grab the handle with a mixture of dread and hope. But he paused for a moment before pulling the door open. This is the deciding factor. The moment he opens the oven door, whether he gets the job or not all depends on the final product of the... Kang. He opened it, and immediately a stream of black smog erupted from the oven engulfing him in toxic poisonous carbon monoxide causing him to cough and splutter violently like a dying old man. He waved the smoggy material off, and the sight of what's in the oven shattered his heart to a million pieces. Black... ashy... something... That was that, he thought, as he slumped over to the floor looking more dejected than he had been ever. It had a very powerful effect since he had never actually failed in something before. Personally, anyway. Since he'd always let Seth take all the blame. Well, in this case Seth'd take the entire blame as well, seeing as, technically, it's Seth who'd failed, not V. ... "LIKE HELL THAT'S THE END OF IT!!!" He roared in the over-messed up kitchen, taking the scalding hot tray out of the oven with his bare hand and slammed the oven door shut. He brought it over to the sink and dropped it in, completely oblivious to the second-degree burn he'd sustained. While it might have looked like he had given up, in his eyes were the burning determination of someone with, uh... flaring... determination? Well, WHATEVER! He's not sure about much when it comes to being a butler, but he's pretty damn sure Seth would never forgive him if he fails this. And maybe he should thank his pride as well. ~~~~~ It was well over an hour before he got back to the office, covered entirely in flour, carrying a silver platter with a lid and the tea set from the office that he was supposed to use. His right hand was wrapped in bandages and he wore a small scowl on his face. It was clear that, whatever he did back at the kitchen, it was no pleasant moment. "Sorry it took so long," He said simply, walking over to the mammoth of a table and set the two trays on it. He took off the lid on the silver platter, revealing a plate topped with two toasted crumpets still steaming from the heat of the griddle. How he managed to find out how to make one, don't ask. Next to the crumpets were a small plate with two slices of 5mm thick cheddar cheese. He wanted to cut out 1cm at first, but thought it might be a bit too much. Taking a strainer that was on the tea tray, he strained the Assam tea into one of the tea cup. If Selene want's them, she would find a small porcelain pitcher filled with milk and a small glass bowl filled with sugar cubes along with a pair of tongs. Oh, he should smile too. Edited by Fin, Mar 8 2011, 06:59 AM.
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| Lawman | Mar 8 2011, 12:25 PM Post #17 |
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Meanwhile... "He's gone for an awfully long time," Selene thought as she leaned forward, resting her left elbow on the top of the director's desk while her face rested against her left hand, a bored expression on her face as she ran her right index finger across the smooth marble top, tracing out the outline for a spell circle she had been memorizing since last night, while staring absently at a novelty clock resting next to the computer monitor, displaying the current date and time and room temperature and relative humidity on its OLED display screen. Seriously, all she really asked for was to brew a pot of black tea, toast some crumpets and slice some cheese - was it that hard? And just what was that smell? The corporate heiress thought she caught a whiff of something burning emanating from the supply ducts of the centralized air-conditioning, unknown of what was transpiring inside the pantry, as the seconds continued to tick by on the clock. Huffing, Selene decided that she has about had it as her hand went over to the intercom unit, she was sending one of her bodyguards to check out just what Seth was up to. Talk about being fashionably late, just when the corporate heiress was about to send for one of her flunkies to check on Seth's progress, the doors to the office suddenly swung open from the outside, opened up by the pair of bodyguards standing outside. "Sorry it took so long," he replied, a scowl on his face. Selene couldn't help but notice his right hand was in bandages - did he hurt himself preparing her tea? Seth then proceeded to place two silverware platters on the desk - with her tea set resting on one of them, the freshly-brewed pot of black tea still steaming, along with a tiny pitcher of milk and a crystal bowl of sugar cubes. Taking off the lid of the other platter, Selene smiled slightly at the sight of a pair of freshly-toasted crumpets, along with two slices of cheddar cheese, each approximately 5mm thick. "Nicely done, Seth-san," the English heiress beamed, first pouring herself a cup of tea, puffing slightly on the surface of the drink before taking a delicate sip, savoring the malty flavor with a subtle hint of fruitiness of Assam tea, graded Finest Tippy Golden Flowery Orange Pekoe - the best grade of black tea available. "Nicely done indeed," Selene nodded approvingly as she smiled, setting the teacup back onto the saucer. |
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| Dominique | Mar 8 2011, 06:54 PM Post #18 |
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IZUNAAAA DROP!
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A light sipping noise would suddenly be heard from the far side of the room. The source, though not coming from anyone who had been there a moment ago. Or rather if they had the others there had certainly failed to take notice. More strangely, there appeared to be a teacup in her hand. From it, an aroma identical to the pot on the table wafted gently into his or her ambiguous face. With youthful, precious features marred only by a distinctly bland black eye patch. "The malted taste is a slightly obstructed. This reinforces the body, but makes it almost unbearably bitter. The water you used is to blame. Assam is typically cultivated in tropical areas under heavy rainfall. The natural weather and minimal mineral content in the water compared to what you find in modern urban environments is the culprit." Morgan replaced the teacup on the saucer in her other hand before placing in gently on the end table beside her. The rather grim and serious looking butler took a few steps closer to the two of them, tightening her cravat and adjusting the gloves on her hands. "The crumpets were...fine." The miss had told her not to be too harsh, so that was as much as she was going to say about that. It's not as if a bit of criticism would fix it anyhow, not without actual training. "Morgan Phantomhive." She said with a respectable bow. "You are Seth Rouga. I've heard things." Her unblinking and emotionless gaze sat squarely on his eyes. Quality workers were hard to come by in Hyakuji without delving into the school's metahuman population and there were a number of dangers inherent in that. This was especially true with a boy like him. However, Morgan was forced to admit that she herself did not come without several delicate matters that could endanger her charge as well. This was why she had chosen to leave a replacement and return home with the knowledge and connections she'd gained. At least for now. The country needed a revolution and for that to begin they would need a figurehead. 'Symbol' was not a full-time job but to she would need to oversee developments for some time before she could even think about leaving. This act of training her replacement however, felt like most important thing she could do before going home. "You're off to a weak start, Rouga-san. Don't lose focus." That was all the advice she had for now. He was young and inexperienced which did not account for talent. At the very least, he seemed a competent cook is a miserable homemaker. Edited by Dominique, Mar 8 2011, 08:06 PM.
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| Fin | Mar 9 2011, 01:14 AM Post #19 |
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His probably-would-be employer might be content with what he managed to (barely) come up with, but he himself was sure he did not, and could not, perform up to Seth's everyday standard. And it seemed like his real evaluator had the same thought in mind. Well, she didn't know that he was NOT the REAL Seth, but that didn't stop her from... well. He can tell she's holding back from setting off a massive barrage of criticism at his face. He shouldn't have cared. He's only supposed to do enough to get himself the job. Because, really, that's the only reason he decided to go through all the trouble. He gets the job, Seth gets the job. No more, no less. Not anymore though. It's not just about the job. It's not just about the salary. It's about pride. Simply getting it done is just not enough. If things needs to be done, it needs to be done perfectly, flawlessly, to the point where no one can say anything other than positive stuff about it. Urh... he wouldn't actually say that... Damn, Seth's REALLY rubbing off on him. "I don't intend to lose focus. If I can't even do that I don't deserve to be a butler," V said simply, standing straight with his hands behind his back right besides the mammoth of a table. |
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| Lawman | Mar 10 2011, 11:11 AM Post #20 |
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The sound of gentle sipping was heard from a corner of the office. While no doubt a new face to Seth, the person was only all too familiar to Selene. The corporate heiress couldn't help but smile as she turned her attention to Morgan, who had until now kept a low profile, teacup in hand. Of course, she was wondering at this point when he'd finally say something. "The malted taste is a slightly obstructed. This reinforces the body, but makes it almost unbearably bitter. The water you used is to blame. Assam is typically cultivated in tropical areas under heavy rainfall. The natural weather and minimal mineral content in the water compared to what you find in modern urban environments is the culprit." Being the good butler he is, Morgan certainly knows his tea facts well - and that was the reason why he could brew such good tea. Granted, Seth also brewed a nice cup of black tea - although to be honest it still pales in comparison to the tea brewed by Morgan. But she'd give him that - he has good potential as a cook. The corporate heiress spread a slice of cheese on top of one of the toasted crumpets, allowing it to melt in a bit before taking a bite. Not one of the best, but good enough. She could almost let the previous travesty regarding cleaning slide on the merit of his culinary skills alone; even though that would mean more testing, such as making a full meal. "Do forgive Morgan's way of putting things," Selene added after she was done chewing. "But the world of professionals is cold like that... so that's a hard truth you'll have to learn to get used to. But don't lose heart - I can see the potential as far as culinary skills are concerned. And as for homemaking... well, I'm sure skills can always be developed." The corporate heiress nodded in approval. |
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| Fin | Mar 30 2011, 06:42 AM Post #21 |
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He gave a small sigh, placing his hands at his hips and said, "Don't worry, I'm used to it," Lies. He had never had any of his works critiqued by anyone better than him, so you can pretty much expect him to be a little bit... touched. But no matter. "If I'm not wrong there's still one more test for me, right?" |
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| Lawman | Mar 31 2011, 11:22 AM Post #22 |
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"Don't worry, I'm used to it; if I'm not wrong there's still one more test for me, right?" Seth asked. His attitude alone was commendable - and on those grounds alone Selene wished she could hire him as an assistant. But she couldn't really make an exception simply on the grounds of friendship - she'd done that once with Kyonka already, and had came to somewhat regret, and she'd learned her lesson since. But still, with the proper tutelage from Morgan, she had confidence that Seth could be groomed to be a top-class butler that would fit the Phantomhive standards. "Was there?" Selene replied as she took another sip of tea before setting the cup down, glancing at Seth with an eyebrow raised in curiosity. "Your housekeeping skills need a good deal of improvement, but in terms of cooking you show great promise... we will keep that in mind as we review your application." That being said, the corporate heiress took her time to finish the cup of tea before finishing off one of the crumpets. "In the meantime, why don't you make yourself comfortable?" Selene asked as she gestured over to the chair in front of the director's desk. "Do give me a while to savour a good afternoon tea spot, and after we're done my driver could give you a lift back to the campus." |
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| Fin | Mar 31 2011, 12:01 PM Post #23 |
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"I'll keep my fingers crossed then," He said, giving a small sigh through the little smirk on his face as he took a seat in front of the gargantuan table, pouring himself a cup of steaming hot tea. Mm... maybe a little sugar... While the view inside the limousine was certainly eye-catching, it was nothing compared to the interior of the business complex. So you could say that his interest with the cool car was limited. He had his chin rested on his hand as he stared at the passing scenery outside the window of the limo, contemplating the difference between the lifestyle of an elite and a commoner. But then again, what does he care about the difference of whatever? He's just doing this for Seth. Once all this is over, there's nothing else for him to be concerned about whatsoever. After all this is over, it's Seth's responsibility as a butler, not him. But why does he feel like he's gonna miss this time a great deal? As much as he hated to admit it, doing housework are actually kinda fun. Despite all the hard times he had to go through, the results, the achievement of it and being able to make someone happy somehow felt... nice? HAH! Ridiculous. He gave a snort and shook his head. Man, Seth is really rubbing off on him. |
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| Lawman | Apr 9 2011, 10:07 PM Post #24 |
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The ride back to the campus was an uneventful one, or at least until their transport had left the boundaries of downtown Hyakuji and entered into a more quiet district. It came so suddenly, and virtually without warning - the first sign that something was wrong was when they looked behind them they would find an inconspicuous-looking gray Toyota Corolla tailing behind their black Mercedes-Benz luxury car ever since they left the Frostfire building premises, following them for the better part of the ride through downtown Hyakuji. It was only after they'd left the busy downtown district and entered into the less-crowded districts near the school when it happened. Without giving any signal or warning, a white van intercepted their ride by driving out from an adjacent lane, blocking the road ahead. The driver responded in the nick of time, slamming on the brakes the instant he saw the vehicle emerge from the junction, their Mercedes-Benz S-Class screeching to a halt, merely a fraction of an inch away from slamming into the side of the van, eliciting a stream of expletives from the driver before looking over his shoulder to where Selene and Seth were seated in the rear, apologizing sincerely for his loss of manners. Meanwhile, already sensing something fishy ever since the gray Toyota began tailing their transport, the Frostfire bodyguard in the front seat next to the driver motioned for Selene and Seth to remain inside the car before exiting the vehicle to confront the van's reckless driver, tapping on the (tinted) window and gesturing for the driver of the van to get out of his vehicle. The window would then slide down, revealing the upper body of a man dressed in a black long-sleeved turtleneck, along with a matching balaclava face mask and a pair of sunglasses, holding in his right hand a Beretta M9 fitted with a silencer. The bodyguard only had enough time to attempt to draw his own weapon before getting nailed twice in the chest by a pair of 9x19mm rounds, landing flat on his back with a thud. "Out of the car, NOW!!" the masked man driving the van would yell as he got off the van, pointing his pistol menacingly. Meanwhile, the gray Toyota behind the corporate heiress' transport would also reveal its passengers, two identically-dressed men armed with M9's who began shooting up the Mercedes' boot area as they advanced, a warning for the three of them to exit the car before they decide to shoot to kill. What is this? A kidnapping attempt? Edited by Lawman, Apr 9 2011, 10:09 PM.
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| Fin | Apr 10 2011, 03:40 AM Post #25 |
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He's not sure about the driver, but for all he cares about, simply out of reflex and to ensure the safety of their heads from any stray bullets V himself had ducked down on his seat, at the same time pulling down Selene as well. The bullets glanced off the bonnet of the car with deafening metallic clangs and pangs. That's not counting the explosive discharge of the, uh... sub-machine guns (?) they're firing. Chaotic was the perfect word to describe the whole situation, and the apparent suddenness of it all wasn't helping him think straight. I mean, what the hell is this, a kidnapping attempt?! "Haaah... I suppose being a bourgeois isn't such a happy life after all, eh?" Well, he supposed it's a kidnapping attempt. It could have been an assassination attempt but if that's the case then they'd have just blown the entire Mercedes up instead of telling the occupant to get out. Obviously enough, he should have expected someone of her status to be targeted by a lot of underground criminal organizations or whatever they're called these days. Ah, but how unfortunate it was that they have to strike at this very moment... What poor chap would be so unlucky to be hired as her butler? ...Oh wait. Blah, enough of that, first of all they need to get out of this situation fast. Oh, don't forget safely. He can't rule out the chance that these people were actually trying to assassinate the corporate heiress, but at the same time, he can't just rush out blindly taking out all of them. Sure he can, but that's only when the only person he needs to protect is himself. But now... Gragh! Why the hell is he even doing this?! "Okay... okay... let's..." he racked his brain, thinking wildly for anything that might help their situation. To be honest, he had never felt so trapped before, and despite his seemingly cool exterior, he couldn't really think fast and straight enough like he would always be able to. Hurm... "...Stay here for a moment. And keep the other door locked," He told the corporate heiress, slowly sitting back up to full height, wary of any more 9mm bullets coming their way. After confirming the line to be clear, he took hold of the door handle and popped the door open, slowly he got out of the Mercedes, avoiding any sudden movements that their assailant might take for a retaliatory action. He got out, his hand on the door and the roof of the limousine, staring straight at the masked person who had gotten out of the van. "Don't shoot, we're unarmed," He said coolly, trying to wipe out any trace of anxiety in his voice. |
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| Lawman | Apr 12 2011, 10:18 AM Post #26 |
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The car rang like a church bell on Sunday as the masked gunmen continued to pour lead on the vehicle over the next few seconds, the rounds glancing off the Mercedes' chassis with little more than nicks and scratches to the paint job and hairline cracks to the windscreen. Although an S-Class, this one wasn't just your-run-of-the mill luxury car that rolled off a vehicle production line - it had been further modified by Frostfire Industries' engineers with the protection of its executives in mind, and as such among the safety features included bullet-resistant plexiglass windshields and windows, and armor plating capable of withstanding direct hits from small arms fire not exceeding 5.56x45mm (.223 Remington) in caliber or equivalent (such as the Russian 5.45x39mm). "Haaah... I suppose being a bourgeois isn't such a happy life after all, eh?" Seth commented while Selene and her driver kept their heads low. "It's really nothing I hadn't been through many times already," Selene commented as she looked up at Seth with a forced smile, and after realizing that shooting up the vehicle had little effect the men decided to change to a more intimidating tactic as one of them held up his left hand to reveal a small can-shaped device held in his grip. It was a HE grenade, used specially for demolition purposes such as to take out enemy pillboxes or disable armored vehicles. "If you won't leave your car, we're going to blow it up!" the masked gunman armed with the grenade shouted as he holstered his Beretta to put an index finger through the metal ring on the grenade's safety pin, indicating that he was ready to prime the explosive to blow if his demands were not met soon. "...Stay here for a moment. And keep the other door locked," Selene nodded at Seth's proposal as he sat up to his full height. While the other two gunmen kept their weapons trained on the vehicle, for now no more gunshots were coming their way. "Be careful out there, Seth!" Selene called out, full of worry and concern as Seth exited the vehicle, and acting on his suggestions locked the door as soon as he got off, and immediately the two other gunmen went from pointing their guns at the car to pointing at Seth. "Don't shoot, we're unarmed," He said coolly, trying to wipe out any trace of anxiety in his voice. "The girl is who we want," one of the gunmen growled as he wagged his handgun slightly in the direction of the car. "Hand her over to us, and nobody else will get hurt. Now hurry, unless you want to share that guy's fate," The masked man said curtly as he craned his head slightly in the direction of the bodyguard who was shot earlier as he aimed his M9 at Seth's chest, indicating that he tell Selene to get out of the car. Edited by Lawman, Apr 13 2011, 08:33 AM.
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| Fin | Apr 13 2011, 08:32 AM Post #27 |
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That clarified everything. This is a kidnapping attempt. And if you want to kidnap someone, you don't want to kill him, else the point of kidnapping will just go down the drain. It would just be a pointless assassination, which could also spell an even bigger trouble than a simple kidnapping. When you kill an elite or a noble or anyone with high reputation or status, you need to have some serious wits to be able to worm your way out, because pretty much the whole world would be on your tail. When you kidnap someone, however, your safety is determined by the hostage's safety. The only reason why everyone would follow the kidnapper's demands and all was simply because they cared for the hostages safety. So long as the hostage is alive, the kidnapper won't be touched. In a sense, anyway. Man, that explanation was long. And it's not even proven to be correct. Well, V's sticking to that idea, anyway. And that simple clarification from the criminal was enough to seal the fate of each and every single one of them. "Ooh? I see... you want this girl alive..." He muttered with a small grin on his face. He turned around, tapping the window of the car in order to get Selene's attention. "Okay, thing's are going to get a little bit messy, so you might... wanna stay down for a while," He said through the bullet-resistant plexiglass. He made sure that she was tucked safe and sound inside the car before turning around to face the rest of the criminal with a wide smile on his face. "Sorry dudes, looks like she's not interested to have any business with you," He said, shrugging. "Of course, you can force your way, but..." He lifted his hand, poking a thumb on his puffed-up chest and said, "You have to get through Seth Rouga, Selene Frostfire's personal butler first," Kay, that was probably just asking for trouble. But really, has he ever acted in a way that DOESN'T ask for trouble before? |
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| Lawman | Apr 13 2011, 10:36 AM Post #28 |
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"Alive is for the better, but don't think her folks aren't going to fork out a fortune either just so they can get back a complete, intact body to mourn over... unless they want just a head mailed back to their doorstep," One of the gunmen replied as he kept his M9 trained on Seth's chest. "But you are right, the girl's worth more to us alive than dead." At this point the gunman holding the grenade decided to put his explosive device away, sort of proving Seth's point. For the most part their threats were an intimidation tactic, and where possible they would very much want to take Selene alive. They were after all, seasoned criminals who knew how things worked as opposed to just a bunch of poor and desperate thugs - even if they could get a ransom money out of the corporate heiress' parents in exchange for a complete corpse, they were painfully aware that they won't live long enough to spend the money, considering the Frostfire family's connections extended into all sorts of high places. Selene looked up as she heard tapping on the window, glancing at Seth as the boy spoke to her, his voice muffled through the bulletproof plexiglass. "Okay, thing's are going to get a little bit messy, so you might... wanna stay down for a while," Selene nodded at Seth's warning, nodding before keeping her head down again. Based on her experiences with Seth such as inside Franky's hideout she knew things were going to get messy. Meanwhile, hidden in the foliage of a nearby tree a man crouched amidst the branches, watching the entire scene unfold before him. "Sorry dudes, looks like she's not interested to have any business with you," He said, shrugging. "Of course, you can force your way, but..." He lifted his hand, poking a thumb on his puffed-up chest and said, "You have to get through Seth Rouga, Selene Frostfire's personal butler first." The gunmen looked at each other in slight surprise, then back at Seth before bursting out laughing. "Just you?" One of the gunmen guffawed. "Don't make me laugh!" that being said, the man would suddenly cock his arm back and swing the hand that was holding the M9 at Seth, looking to nail the boy across the face with a pistol whip. Well, maybe there was another way. Maybe they wouldn't kill him - just beat him and torture him till they have him begging for death, and maybe, just maybe out of concern for Seth the corporate heiress would turn herself over to them so that they won't hurt him any more. |
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| Fin | Apr 15 2011, 12:15 PM Post #29 |
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One does not simply eat one packet of mee goreng
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He could have brought up his hand to intercept the blow. He could have grabbed his hand, twisted it behind the assailant's back, and kicked him to the ground. He could have done that with little to no difficulty whatsoever. I mean, he's a meta-virus, what can't he do? Apparently, from how things ACTUALLY happened, it's like he couldn't do anything about it. He didn't budge, he didn't even lift a finger, he barely twitched. The makeshift club collided HARD on his skull with a painful cracking sound, causing him to nearly fall to the ground. Yet, he didn't give in. A few seconds after taking the blow he raised his head, facing the kidnapper with... a grin. His face red and bruised, the familiar taste of blood in his mouth, and probably a dislocated jaw. Even after that, he was still grinning. That's probably because he couldn't even feel it. "What's this? Come now, surely you can do more than that. It doesn't even tickle," He laughed it off, leaning back on the door of the limousine, refusing to budge from his place. Yet, at the same time, he didn't lift a finger to return fire. Once again, he proclaimed with his confident voice, "I told you, you have to get through me first," He's not going to strike back. He's just gonna stand there, keeping a firm grip on the ground, not budging like the Great Wall of China, but he sure as hell ain't gonna throw a punch. Or a kick. Or a headbutt. |
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| Lawman | Apr 16 2011, 10:07 PM Post #30 |
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Chosen of Ares
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"Trying to play tough guy, eh?" The gunman responded, glaring back at the grinning Seth as he leaned back against the door of the limousine, "I'm gonna wipe that grin off your face!" The masked man growled as he cocked his fist back...
"Why... why?" the would-be kidnapper of Selene said between gasps of breath as he bent forward, placing his hands on his knees in an exhausted-looking posture, panting heavily. Why did this boy not even flinch? He could've saved himself, he could simply spare himself from all this brutality simply by turning the corporate heiress over to him. But thus far, he'd taken every single blow with a smile. He'd not so much as begged for mercy, attempted to crawl away or even shown that 'do your worst, asshole' defiance. "Just who is she to you anyway!?" the man roared. "That you would go through all of this for her sake!? Do you seriously think... I won't just kill you and seize the girl?" The masked gunman demanded as he straightened himself back up, pointing his M9 at Seth's chest. |
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