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((Okay, so this announcement isn’t exactly little. I have been rather dissatisfied with my blog for the last while. Not with any of you, of course; you’re all lovely. But there’s been some things that I’ve been rather unhappy about with my blog.
((Unfortunately, my blog has a bit too much weight to change much of anything. Too much baggage, if you will. It’s been around for too long, and doing something like, say, going back and tagging everything correctly would be far too much work.
((So, I’ve decided to reboot this blog, to a degree. The new blog is pretty much ready to go. Let me be perfectly clear; this isn’t a total reboot. Nothing is getting wiped, nothing has changed except the blog I’m going to be using. I’ll be following people on the new blog shortly, but if you’d like to go ahead and follow me on the new blog, you can find it here. I’ll be changing the URLs shortly as well; this blog will become an archive.
((At any rate, looking forward to RPing with you all on a crisp, clean, new blog.))
blackest-ops
[To: Mach 2] Dogs? Have some class, man. Wood chipper, feet-first.
{Text}: Of course! Your insight is truly magnificent signore. Now you wouldn’t happen to have a rain jacket would you? This suit is new…. -Niccolo A. Makube
[To: Mach 2] I am in Paris right now. So even if I had one, I could not give it to you.
[To: Mach 2] Don’t you have subordinates for this sort of thing?
blackest-ops replied to your post:I jus’ want you all to know that I love every one…
“Am I one of those three?”
You are not part of the unholy three, no.
You’re a mild annoyance.
“Always good to hear.”
What's the most bizarre way you've ever gotten information out of someone?
“Bees.”
“I have been enjoying a rather enjoyable string of good fortune lately. Been thinking of getting some time off, maybe heading to Monaco. Not usually a fan of gambling, but with a streak this good it’s worth considering.”
Steele grinned. It was the sort of grin one would expect from a used car salesman. “Besides, if you put a bullet in my leg, then I would be obliged to bleed all over your floor. Maybe on a wall or two as well.” Thomas shrugged, slipping a hand into a coat pocket and drawing a flask out. He unscrewed the lid, giving Lupin a once-over.
“…Are you absolutely certain you’d rather not take me up on that offer of chloroform? Because, and I mean no offense by this, you look like shit.”
“You’re gonna look worse if you don’t get the hell outta my apartment,” Lupin growled out. Patience wearing thin. One cranky Lup right here. He may be too tired to bother with a bullet, but he could still throw threats in hopes it got the stranger to back off.
The grin grew only wider. “Oh, I very much doubt that. I mean, have you seen my face?” He gestured with a hand. “Even beaten to a pulp, I’d still be devilishly handsome.” Thomas took a quick nip from the flask, screwing the lid back on. He slipped in back into his coat before straightening his tie. “But very well. I suspect I’m only exacerbating your inability to get some rest. So I’ll just see myself out, sir. Good evening.”
With that, Steele strolled towards the door, pausing only long enough to place a dark glass bottle on the nearest counter (the label proclaiming it to be, what else, chloroform) with a wink and two thumbs up. And then he was gone.
“You’re lucky I’m too tired to put a bullet in your leg,” Lupin responded dryly. “Even more lucky my pal isn’t here, or you’d be in worse shape.”
Was this guy even real. Maybe he was hallucinating from sleep deprivation.
“I have been enjoying a rather enjoyable string of good fortune lately. Been thinking of getting some time off, maybe heading to Monaco. Not usually a fan of gambling, but with a streak this good it’s worth considering.”
Steele grinned. It was the sort of grin one would expect from a used car salesman. “Besides, if you put a bullet in my leg, then I would be obliged to bleed all over your floor. Maybe on a wall or two as well.” Thomas shrugged, slipping a hand into a coat pocket and drawing a flask out. He unscrewed the lid, giving Lupin a once-over.
“...Are you absolutely certain you’d rather not take me up on that offer of chloroform? Because, and I mean no offense by this, you look like shit.”
Lupin was just going to keep staring at this person.
“How’d you even get into my apartment.”
Damn, he was too tired for this.
Hmm. To be an asshole, or actually answer the question? Why not both? Steele thumbed towards the window. There was just the thinnest gap between the window and the sill; Thomas hadn’t shut it entirely.
“The window. You really need to get better locks on them. I mean, from this side your door locks look fine, but your windows? Shame.
“And yes, before you ask, I do occasionally break into random residences. Keeps my skills sharp and lets me teach people a valuable lesson about home security.”
blackest-ops replied to your post:Someone just knock me out, that will work right?…
“…I’ve got some chloroform?”
“…”
Squint.
“I don’t even know you, so I’m gonna have to decline.”
“...Probably a very wise move. I mean, it’s a bad idea to take chloroform from strangers.
“I feel like we don’t emphasize that enough to our kids, and that’s a failing of our society. We tell our kids all the time to never take candy from strangers. But we don’t say shit about sedatives until they’re in college and going to parties.”
Custom made was loosely used term here - in fact, this was just the beta-gun. Ringtone was still amazed how he had scored the deal with professor to be her test-runner on more dangerous guns, in exchange of getting to keep the ones that work. Not exactly most safest job considering this particular gun had blown into his hand once…
“Yeap, ACP. Prof favors it.”, there was slight grin before he spun the gun back into it’s holster. But upon hearing about the offer… Rings ears perked up slightly.
“Seriously? That’d be awesome! I can’t use these two against humans for reasons - and I hate to use claws too often, I nearly broke one off last time.”
Thomas nodded. “.45 ACP is a good round. Most of my coworkers prefer it for their sidearms. Small enough to be manageable, large enough to be effective against a lot of preternaturally-tough targets, and naturally subsonic, making it perfect for use with a suppressed weapon. I, however, use something a little heavier.”
The Wendigo reached for the holster under his left shoulder, drawing a rather sizable handgun. He ejected the magazine and pulled back the slide, ejecting the chambered round. He inserted that lone bullet into the magazine before handing the empty firearm to Ring.
“Custom job. Based off of an AMT Longslide Hardballer, rechambered for 12.7x33mm. Heavy as fuck, but it tends to put things down very, very quickly.”
Hey, who hadn’t used firearms from a questionable source before? Or been the questionable source that had sold said firearms. Perhaps to some warlord in Bumfuck Nowhere, Africa, in exchange for a case of diamonds of likewise questionable origin.
“Uh-huh. And you’re looking for something smaller. What caliber of handgun you using now?”
Ring looked at Steele for few seconds, clearly hesitating to answer to that. He didn’t want to get Keene into trouble - or himself, at that. But on other hand, his guns were purely used against freaks and not humans, so technically he wasn’t breaking any laws, right?
Finally, he sighed, reaching to his back. His duster had been covering his guns perfectly, as he finally pulled one of them out, laying it in front of Steele.
“I usually use this thing. For fights between supes. Don’t let the size fool ya.. it’s .45, if I remember correctly. They kinda need the size for the ammo I’m using.”
Steele gave the gun a once-over. Not bad. Custom job, evidently.
“.45 ACP? I’m assuming so; something like .45 Long Colt wouldn’t work nearly as well in an autoloader.” He thought for a moment. “If you’re looking for something a little more compact, I’d suggest a good M1911A1. .45 ACP, venerable design, classic handgun. Hell, I’ve got a ton of them; I think I might actually have one I use as a paperweight. So, uh, if you want one? Say the word.”
blackest-ops replied to your post: “Trust me, Ring. You don’t want a Five-Seven. It’s…
“I’ve been employed by the U.S. government to shoot the shit out her enemies for over 60 years. I know my guns. And it’s fine if you’re collecting and aren’t worried about money, but 9 mils are better for actual use.”
Oh, right, this guy was an authority… probably best not to mention the guns Ring had gained from the good professor Keene anymore. That lady had warned that the bullets Ring were using were highly illegal so…
“I mainly focus on power instead of range tho. I got shitty aim on long distance.”
No wonder considering his eyepatch.
Hey, who hadn’t used firearms from a questionable source before? Or been the questionable source that had sold said firearms. Perhaps to some warlord in Bumfuck Nowhere, Africa, in exchange for a case of diamonds of likewise questionable origin.
“Uh-huh. And you’re looking for something smaller. What caliber of handgun you using now?”
“As a general rule, I don’t like the Fae.
“But your grandmother is cool in my book.”
“Thanks! So anyway. How’ve you been? Working a lot lately?”
“Unfortunately. Lot of players making moves lately.”
“Oh gawddammit. Uhhh… Do you wanna keep me on call or anything? I’m supposed to be out of town on the third, but I’m sure my family would understand if I needed to leave to help with something.”
“Thanks, but we’ve got it. It’s just the usual stuff. Just more of it.
“I appreciate the offer, though.”
“As a general rule, I don’t like the Fae.
“But your grandmother is cool in my book.”
“Thanks! So anyway. How’ve you been? Working a lot lately?”
“Unfortunately. Lot of players making moves lately.”
hannawolfcross said: “Glad to know it’s legal to trade stuff with my grandma. Even if it is frowned upon.”
“More of the fact that the Fae have a bad habit of screwing people over and not having, uh, what was the phrase again? ‘A view of morality or ethics compatible with humanity.’ Your grandmother’s fine, though. I mean, it’s not like she kidnaps firstborn sons or exploits loopholes in contracts so she owns literally everything you possess. Least not that I’m aware of.
“The Fae are just tricky; you can bargain with them if you’re clever, but most people these days aren’t. Daemons are just straight up malevolent.”
“Yeah. My grandmother actually hates how the courts sorta make it so that interactions with humans tend to screw humanity over. She, ah, let’s just say I’ve heard her talk to her mom about the thing. Lots of Gaelic cursing thrown around.”
“As a general rule, I don’t like the Fae.
“But your grandmother is cool in my book.”