Aug 1, 2014
[txt] You know was well as I do that I'm not going to accept this job. I'm not an assassin, and even if I WAS, I'm not going to take a hit on the Winter Knight.
[text] What the fuck Grey? Who's trying to hire you to take out Dresden?
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[txt] You know was well as I do that I'm not going to accept this job. I'm not an assassin, and even if I WAS, I'm not going to take a hit on the Winter Knight.
[text] What the fuck Grey? Who's trying to hire you to take out Dresden?
"This stays between us."
"...and what makes you think I'm going to agree to that?" Murphy retorted, raising a brow and glancing at Grey, eyes flashing.
I'm gonna have to ask you to drop your weapon, and your pants.
I'm gonna go ahead and smirk at you and shake my head no. Not likely.
Grey's eyes flicked to Murphy's hair, spilling down his shirt. "...I imagine that the thugs we left behind feel worse, if it's any consellation." He offered with a slight smile.
She let out a puff of air and pressed her hand to her forehead, "yu-huh," Murphy mumbled, "but my possibly-broken wrist does not feel better for it. I hate it when they run. I can't believe I fucking fell off of that fence what am I a friggin' rook?"
The screaming started early in the morning, breaching even the thick cell door. Finally it reached a fever pitch, the sound of automatic weapon fire echoing from just outside. Suddenly a blood covered blade pierced the door with a metallic ring, cutting off a scream. The blade slowly pulled out. The door was pulled open and Goodman Grey stood drenched in blood, a few shells forcing their way out of his chest. His eyes remained flat, but his voice shook, "My god... Murphy, what did they do you?"
Murphy, for her part, had hidden under her cot when the screaming began, terrified. By the time the door opened she was pale as a ghost and shaking violently, pressed hard against the wall, eyes blank. She didn't recognize him. That may have had something to do with the fact that she couldn't see anymore.
She was pale, gaunt, and hid her face in her arms as soon as she heard him speak to her as if he could see her. She could still feel the cot behind her back, how did he see her? Of course she had no idea she'd oriented herself so the spilling light shone directly on her.
Who owned that voice? Who was Murphy? Who was they?
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Kincaid's head snapped to the side from the impact and he was forced to take a small step back. He looked back at Goodman, rubbing his jaw as he looked the other man over. "Not bad. Not bad at all." he said, taking his seat back at the table. A punch or two wasn't uncommon when drinks were aplenty, it was the sign of a good time.
"Not bad if you were fighting Dresden." he smirked, taking a sip of beer.
I really hope you're not bitter about the vault thing. I'm not sure 'Business is Business' really covers the whole 'I tried to rob you' thing.
One day, we may have words. The former Knight, I have spoken to. The current Winter Knight is protected by arrangement. Others remain with me still.
You, however, I do not believe had an arrangement with me. I shall think on this, as I survey the damage to my vault.
...Dresden. I suppose I could call it good to see you again. How're those diamonds treating you?
[snorting] Marcone's being an ass and dragging his feet getting them appraised and changed over, so... not so good right now. Guess he has to do what he can to keep control, when he doesn't have any. You look better than the last time I saw you.