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"Checkout...?"
She blinked, clearly not expecting the question. Normally people just checked out or asked about the book stock, but this..? "I'm.. Not sure if i'm allowed to do that, sir. Are the books damaged?? I apologise if so, sometimes the students can get kind of..."
Her gaze trailed to the library computer screen, almost seeming to deflate when she saw the details of the scanned books.
"... Oh. I.. I see."
Of course. Of course the name that popped up was a student that made her job just that little bit difficult, who else would it be? Something that made her life easier!? "... That boy in the missing posters. He used to come in every so often with his friends and get disruptive... It was weird though, before he disappeared he checked all of these out at once, was weirdly quiet too... Y-you must be his father..?"
At least, she hoped so. If she had just rambled information to some tabloid reporter, her job was as good as gone.
"I'm an investigator," Boyo replied, dipping his head in a gesture that suggested he thought it was obvious. "I'm looking for leads on that disappearance."
Or rather, looking for leads on the source of the disturbance. Disappearances of common was just one of the many ways this suspect was making his life harder. He had hoped to get information from the common he was hunting down, but missing... That kid wasn't the only one missing, and Boyo didn't like the fact that it was becoming a signature of this suspect...
"Did he ever say anything to you?" Boyo continued, leaning forward on the counter to make himself look just a little bit smaller. "Did he ever mention anything strange?"
" Meaning I don't reckon you're keen on being turned into a walking, groaning sieve. I also ain't keen on the idea of trying to drag your ass out of here if that happens. If there's even 'nough left to drag. " Not that this other man he'd been saddled up with seemed the reckless sort... but, Elias had stopped fancying himself a good judge of character a long time ago. Usually worked out badly.
Maybe the jumpy sort, though. The stress of this whole mess wasn't settling any easier on the vampire's shoulders, and he wasn't far from becoming jumpy, himself, granted...
" I ain't much more informed than you are, partner. But, these fellas must be mighty bad for your bosses to ask me to chip in here... I trust you got something more powerful than a six shooter on your belt? "
Six shooter. Jesus Christ.
"How's a kilo 141?" Price returned, raising his firearm for Elias to see. "And an M19 in case one of 'em gets cheeky. Or are you suggesting bullets in general won't solve this problem?"
Furthermore, what did he mean by "being turned into a walking, groaning sieve"? What was this, a zombie hoard? Were they in some kind of horror movie right now?
If that were the case, it would suddenly make a lot more sense why Laswell would want an outside party on this mission... But things like that didn't exist.
So far everything had seemed business as usual. The warehouse had people milling about, taking patrols and keeping watch while they moved contraband in and out and around. There were no doubt some nasty weapons in those... Though... If they were supposed to be monsters, Price suddenly wondered what else they could be carrying. Would they be able to weaponize something like the undead?
What a ridiculous fucking line of thinking.
↬ Continued from here. ↫
↬ @misaki-chii-muses ↫
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Bear raised his hand to show off the bouquets of flowers, "Visiting... But... We have to talk."
He didn't say anything else as he lead the way to the pair of headstones: one for his daughter and the other for his wife. He didn't particularly enjoy visiting these graves, but Lena would have never stood for him not keeping their daughter's looking nice, so he would take care of both of them. He crouched wordlessly by the pair, carefully tucking the bouquets in their respective stands. It wasn't the potted flowers Lena used to lovingly plant, but it would have to do. As he pulled away, Bear gazed at the headstones with a long, empty stare. Looking into his head more than through his eyes.
"Whatever... It is we have going on here, you don't want it," Bear said after a long moment. "I don't know what you consider it. Friendship, maybe? It can't work. This... This is my family. This is what happens to people that get close to me. You... You don't want this, okay? I can't let you do this. So... It's best if we part ways, okay?"
{I want to write, but unfortunately Star Wars has a chokehold on me.}
{On the bright side, this does mean that eventually the Collection will be getting a plethora of new old men. So many good old men in this franchise, I swear.}
" Well I'm glad you're not squeamish, and don't worry about helping me end this piece of shits life only if he tries to beat my ass I'll need help, but I'll return real fast don't want to have him wake up well we're having a conversation"
There was a smile on her lips as she walked on the pads of her feet grabbing a pillow as she looked at it for a moment and nodded
" if it helps any too-- the fuck lives alone so no one's gonna be screeching and such"
She would grip the pillow as she went upstairs, she could feel her stomach churning , it always churned and twisted when she was on her way to end someone who hurt her it wasn't anxiety or fear it was something else entirely perhaps another loose end of a chapter closing.
She'd make her way up the stairs as she breathed in and out lightly she didn't waste her time as she placed the pillow over the mans face and stabbed his chest she had a blank expression as she mumbled
"Stop squirming it'll just hurt worse"
After a moment more she'd slit the throat of the man and rub her cheek she'd gotten hit but at least it wasn't a scratch a bruise would be easy to get rid of as she lazilly wiped the mans blood on the pillow before coming back down humming
"Alright! So want some help putting stuff in your bag? Also have you ate because if not I have a spare set of clothes if you want McDonald's or something"
Chad had managed to ransack the place while he waited for Alice to make her kill. It had already been a little turned over when she initially came through, but by the time she returned all of the furniture was tore apart and useless items strewn about. He was just zipping up the duffle bag that had his equipment and the stolen goods in it when she came back and began talking to him, and her words caused him to stop short and look at her like she had grown a second head.
Because she had just finished murdering someone and now she was offering to buy him McDonald's. God. He wanted to kiss her.
"Uh, I, um..." He blinked and stood, a little too taken aback to be able to answer immediately. "No, um, yeah, no, I got it. I got it. But, uh, I, heh... I wouldn't say no to something to eat, if you... If you'd like that..."
He wanted to kick himself because that was so fucking awkward, but shit. He couldn't really think straight when she was standing there covered in blood and humming so sweetly like she'd just finished tending a garden instead of slitting some guy's throat. And the way that she was holding that fucking knife.
"Ha....well that's good to know maybe once I'm less bloody and such we can get a drink, or I can make some i make a mean fuckin' Whiskey Sour or White Russian"
Alice would click her tongue and shoot a wink at him before sighing slightly when she heard the other speak of what he grew up in she felt....bad for him. Someone else who knew that pain and suffering...they always carried a heavy heart-- at least Alice tended to
"Life...kinda fucking sucks doesn't it Chad? Growing up we're supposed to be doing stupid shit not..."
She looked at her arms for a moment as a cold chill went down her spine as she shook her head trying to get her thoughts together.
"You're a strong dude, and....also big agree I hated working under people...they stabbed you in the back at moments notice"
Ironic she was saying that considering she's stabbed people to death in their sleep. However her brows would furrow for a moment before nodding her head
"I get it.. honestly if the law did its fucking job I don't think I'd be doing this.. but at the same time.... I also don't wanna do it well you're here. I'm not a monster...but fuck have they drawn the worse outta me...so....if you're uncomfortable tell me. I can come back another time. I ain't about dragging people into stuff"
Chad froze in his tracks the moment Alice flirted with him. He turned his attention back to her to look at her again, just to make sure he absolutely wasn't misinterpreting what he'd just heard. She wanted to get a drink. With him. Her. What the fuck? What were the chances of him ever pulling a woman on a fucking job? Was he dreaming right now?
He was so awestruck at her little flirt that he very nearly missed the tone shift or anything that she said afterward, his eyes suddenly drinking her in like a wolf sizing up its next meal. His brain only really reentered the conversation as she was explaining that she could wait until he left to get the job done.
But if she was going to go on a fucking date with him, why the hell would he leave?
Immediately he shook his head, sitting the duffle aside, "No, no way. I'm not into doing that shit myself, but I'm not squeamish, I promise you. Hell, I'll fucking help you, if you want. Wouldn't be the first time I've fucked someone up. But we already agreed, right? At the very least, you'll let me keep my eyes open while you finish his ass up."
"You know....its rude to point a gun at a lady. You should mind your manners there, I mean not like it'd really do much considering I could slam it out if your hands if I pleased. Anyways "
Ortyh would clasp her hands together as she looks at Bear and hums almost enthusiastically , it had been so long since she had been given a toy who isn't boring as fuck, and she wasn't going to let him go easily...she just had to play with her words properly is all
" Yeah, I'd eat them honestly, it'd be like a all you can eat buffet for me! A win for me and....probably a win for you. I wouldn't go after your guys as you put it, because I'd be full eating your enemies, duh. And the catch? Don't bore me"
She'd say the last line almost coldly as all four of her eyes narrowed. One thing she hated more than elephants was people who made her bored and ended up wanting her time
"I don't like being bored. Keep surprising me and you'll have my help. Bore me to death...well you lose my support and I have numerous ways to outsmart enemies "
Ortyh would walk to Bear as she grabbed the barrel of his gun and placed it to her stomach as she purred
"Or shoot me and see what happens your choice. I think my first offer is VERY gracious if you ask me. Plus it can be temporary if you're scared of me ~"
Bear could feel how shallow his breath had become, so close to the monster that could surely break him. And he was placed in the position of a real problem, being forced to make a decision that would have consequences he couldn't possibly foresee from here. A beast on his side, tearing up the enemy. Having to convince his men not to shoot her. Having to live with the weight of knowing he'd sold his soul to Satan...
'Don't bore me.'
It was such a vague requirement. He didn't even know what he was doing right now that entertained her so much. If at any moment he were to stop providing that entertainment, even without his knowledge, what would that mean for him? For his brothers?
But then again... Nasry continued to slip from his fingertips, to take his loved ones, to destroy the world he had worked so hard to carefully craft. And the orders over his head bound his hands firmly behind his back on every single goddamn op, to the point that he felt like he was suffocating. He knew Nasry would continue to get away as long as Bear had to follow the rules he'd been given... But a monster like this answered to no one...
"That's a big goddamn ask," Bear rasped as he gazed up at Oryth, meeting her eyes. "You don't know the kind of position you put me in with something like that... But... There's someone I want dead, and I'm not fucking allowed to kill him... You help me do that and I'll do whatever the fuck it takes."
"Well I AM worried about what happened to you. not just as a medic but as a I guess friend? acquaintance whatever you wish to call our relationship outside of working hours.. If you want to protect the world then you also gotta care for yourself too, our jobs always throwing us into endangerment its on the first page of the book. we all fuck up it makes us human you know. you've covered their asses numerous times too... so stop being so hard on yourself and overthinking that deeply"
Alice wasn't trying to be rude or even inconsiderate she just cares in her own way even if she may have the words come out harshly or inconsiderate. she would look at him for a moment as she gave him another tired smile
" It is more of a promise than a offer, I will punch a fucker out for you cap' and I know you didn't say it to put me down I care for you. I just want to make sure that you're okay. you matter."
There would be a moment before she nodded her head and crossed her arms over her chest as if she were trying to make herself seem slightly taller or even stronger to try and prove her worth
" Of course I was serious, if you'd have me I would be delighted to be your teams medic, plus I am sure it would be more coinvent having me around in case someone needs emergency medical on the field and such.. plus I am a okay shot .... and if you're wondering , you're the only one I'd ever offer this to. only captain who doesn't make me wanna shove my head into a pot and scream "
Price chuckled at her final comment, "The day is still young, love. I wouldn't come to that conclusion too soon. We might not make as many blatantly stupid calls, but we willingly put ourselves in much riskier positions than your average op. You might find yourself cursing me after all, once you're in the middle of it."
He could almost see it now, the way Alice might be ripping her hair out the moment she realized Price was carrying them all behind enemy lines, walking directly into a heavily-fortified safehouse just to maybe catch some guy there that would be important to their goals. Or maybe she would take Laswell's approach and just sigh with some sarcastic remark on her lips. Either way, he wasn't entirely sure she knew what she was getting herself into. There was a reason he never kept a dedicated medic on hand.
"But, if you're absolutely sure that's what you want, I can start makin' arrangements for your transfer," Price added. "Only if you're sure."
↬ @silenstvi asked: ↫
↬ For shits and giggles ;;
✉️ - Alice && Price
✉️ - Oryth && Bear (because it would be FUNNY) ↫
Love Letter Meme
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◍ Alice and Price:
Price took the letter in his hands, his whole face melting into something soft. He turned the little parcel in his hands to inspect every detail before finally pulling it close to his chest, leaning down to better make eye contact with Alice.
"This is a very important message you've given me. I think I'll keep it safe until I can read it in the security of my own office, hm?"
◍ Oryth and Bear:
Bear blinked several times as he was handed the letter, his skin going a little pale.
"What the fuck...?"
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↬ @rubiesintherough asked: ↫
↬ “it is rare to find another soul in this place.” ( nemus? / Dreamfinder, or anyone you're feeling! ) ↫
Strangers Beneath the Same Sky Starters
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"Oh, I certainly hope there's no issue," Dreamfinder replied, and he reached up to tip his hat to Nemus. "My name is the Dreamfinder and this here is my little friend Figment."
"Hi there!" Figment chirped with far less restraint than his friend showed. "Pleased ta meetcha!"
Dreamfinder chuckled at the little dragon and took a step forward, "Figment and I go around collecting ideas in our Dream Machine here to create new things with. You have such a beautiful home, but I would hate to trespass, so would you be so kind as to show us around?"
" pleasure to meet you, though I wish the situation were less well--murdery on my end of things. And ah just so you know I ain't gonna try to rope you into stabbing the fuck or something the killings all on me, if shit goes south you were never here. I don't want you dirtying your hands with my issues "
She gave a small smile to him as she looked around she was mentally counting each escape route that wouldn't lead to the front door in case shit went sideways.
" So...what made you go to this side of life the burglary and what not, because you look like a solid damn man who could do anything he wants "
She tilted her head to the side for a moment before making her way to Chad she was watching him place things in the bag before closing her eyes as she made a small silent chuckle
"My reasons pretty obvious with the scarring and what not, they tourtured me and fucked me up physically and mentally. And got away Scott free so I'm taking my own justice into my own hands... buttttt I got hurt last time and well its catching up, my ass is a wanted woman "
The words tasted like ash when she admitted the reasoning behind her wish to end another's life, she wanted justice for the injustice on her as she raked a hand through her hair
"And if you're worried because I mean I would be if someone admitted they're here to murder someone. I don't kill people for gratification, pleasure or whatever, I don't kill innocent people ...Just trying to get rid of the people who hurt me so they can't do drug trail experiments and torture another."
"It doesn't bother me," Chad replied, even though he was lying just a little. Murder bothered him, but this wasn't senseless, so it didn't feel as bad. "Sounds like the asshole deserves it. As for me, I was raised in this shit. Drugs, too, but I didn't like it. Working for someone, being fuckin' tied down to take whatever bullshit they want. No thanks. I pulled outta that shit and relied on myself, did what I do best. That's all there is to it."
He had too much on his record to really get a good job now. Nothing serious (thank fuck), but enough petty crimes piled up made it impossible to get anything worth a damn. He made more money off of what he did now.
"And you don't gotta worry about me stealing any kill from you or whatever," he continued as he started assessing the items around the room and tossing what he deemed worthy into the duffle bag. "I don't actually like pulling that shit myself if I don't have to... It's fuckin' nasty."
Nasty. Yeah. He had to save face somewhere.
"Oh come on now, don't be that way , I am sure I am much more helpful than whatever you would normally use. plus wouldn't you enjoy having a one up against your enemies? after all I am quite skilled in all forms of VIOLNCE "
The Manticore would tilt her head to the side as she began taking a step forwards when he began backing away, there was a crude growl like purr coming from her mouth as she clasped her hands together
"Come on now don't leave , we could befriend each other, you get MY help and in turn I get to eat whatever has you dressed up like that. I think that I would be very useful to you as they say...... The Enemy of MY enemy is a friend .... well in this state it would be your enemy more than anything. I just like eating boring humans"
Oryth's tail would flicker back and forth ever so slightly as she leaned forward and gave him a twisted smile and offered her clawed hand to him
" I promise you I wont hurt you unless you ask nicely "
Bear went rigid as she extended her hand, raising his gun to his eye out of sheer instinct. But he didn't fire, waiting until the moment she actually came at him before he jumped to conclusions.
He didn't want another situation like the kid...
"You'd... Attack my enemies...?" He asked, equal parts baffled and suspicious. "Why would you do that for me? How could I know you wouldn't come after my guys? What's the fucking catch there?"
Because there had to be a catch. She wouldn't call herself a demon, even though she was clearly some kind of fucked up monster, but at the very least he couldn't imagine her deals worked any different. You get exactly what you ask for. Meaning if she was eating soldiers she was eating all the soldiers, right? Or maybe there was some other fucked up quirk about what she was offering him.
And anyway... Did he want to do that...? Would he be locked from the gates of Heaven if he took the hand of a demon...?
