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Post by Porter on May 2, 2006 21:30:54 GMT -5
Erick had remained silent since the dwarf had joined the ranks and started the verbal tennis match with Gunther. Back and forth the conversation went as Erick studied the dwarf and the elf.
From what he was hearing, the surrounding area reminded Erick of the local parishes in Louisiana and how many responded to the 'changes' some of the folks went through. He used to act that way too when he came across 'them' in his younger days. But thanks in part to his sister, Erick began to see them as who they were and not what they looked like.
Erick's trip into the past was derailed when he heard Gunther question the dwarf on the real reason behind their presence. From what he had seen and heard, Erick opted to speak up.
"I tend to agree with Gunther on this." Erick stated with a nod of his head. His hands dug deep into the folds of his lined corduroy jacket, pulling the edges close over the width of his chest.
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Post by Braddoc on May 4, 2006 22:32:57 GMT -5
(OOC: sorry guys, don't think I'll post today..I'm beat form my week and there's 3-4 moving tommorow...don't worry about..i'll post late Friday or Saturday, it'll still be going on..again sorry about all of this)
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Post by Deleted on May 5, 2006 20:35:50 GMT -5
OOC....posting...hehe
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Post by Xenomarch on May 6, 2006 0:52:21 GMT -5
[whisper=Braddoc]Posted[/whisper]
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Post by jblack on May 6, 2006 11:57:09 GMT -5
(Daily Posting....I see your whisper and raise you a visible post!)
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Post by Deleted on May 6, 2006 14:54:39 GMT -5
OOC Lol, damn all you and your whispering...Why is no one Whispering me?
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Post by Braddoc on May 6, 2006 17:08:37 GMT -5
"First of all, Mr. Lance. I am Mr. Liebold to you. You are not my friend, so lets keep it professional."
"Very well Mr. Liebold, I see no problems with that."
"As for cleaning up, that is not a problem. Just Mr. Jackson didn't happen to mention any need for that, so I and I am sure my companions here didn't come prepared for that. Something that is not unrectifiable." "Well, Mr. Liebold, I must say that the 'dress code' is enforced by me only...I do not ask of you to dress like a million Nuyen like Mr. Xenomarch here, but not like you're fresh out of the Barrens too...you know, dress normally."
"Next. Mr. Jackson told us to be here ready to work. In this case we were to provide security for you and your establishment. Yes, we were told to contact you at a certain time at this location. It is not my problem that you were not here to 'give us the tour'. I did in fact ask for your LTG to establish communications early, but either you or Mr. Jackson deemed that unnecessary. Had we contacted you, say, when we were back in Seattle 3 hours ago, we could have, for instance taken care of your dress code requirement."
"WHAT?" Lance jumps out of his seat "Damn that Jackson! I told him to give my LTG to you guys, but I guess in all his great wisdom Jackson didn't thought of it as necessary" Lance then took out a card and wrote down something at the back of it "Here's my LTG, don't hesitate to call me if you need something from me"
"Furthermore, since you were not here, and left no instructions with your...helper, we took it upon ourselves as part of providing security for you, to familiarize ourselves with your establishment. If you don't feel that was appropriate, maybe you should have been here instead of off doing whatever..."
"Well, try to see it from my point of view; I come out of the diner, there's a group of people out front of the store, all is ok, but then I see somebody on the roof!...The roof part is what got me going; a group outside the store is 'normal' to see, but somebody on the roof..heh..at least you came down when I arrived Mr. Xenomarch, because you would have wanted me up there getting you down."
"Now, maybe you should tell us the real reason you contacted Mr. Jackson to get some of the likes of us for handling a half dozen youths and an irate brother. You could buy a guard dog, pretrained to patrol the perimeter, or hire some of these self same thugs for a fraction of the price. Or offer the local constabulary a small bribe to look after the place. Drek, there is all kinds of cheaper things you could do. So, why don't you be straight with us..."
Lance listens with attention, a smile forming on his face "Straight with you ok I will..first I didn't contact Jackson for security personnel, like you, I was hired by him to get this store up and running..well, hired with more legal concerns in the way than you guys, but hired nonetheless...We're both employees of Jackson's as far as I'm concerned..As for the guard dog, it might be working elsewhere, but here in the farmlands EVERYBODY got a dog or a pack of them, I doubt they'll be scared by it, or that he actually stick around the store instead of running after the critters. As for the "self same thugs", most of them tolerate metas, but they'll never work for one, out of 'racial solidarity' or whatever the hell they call it."
"I could find some metas farmhands to help me, but since most of them work from early morning to late evening, they won't be much help if they're tired, not to mention they could loose their job at the farms they working at...As for LoneStar, Snohomish is like a training ground for them; they send every green rookie fresh out of the Academy out here..they won't accept brides, nor special treatment, the only one that's willing to help is Sgt. Hollard, but he's on the day shift, and he won't change is round for the world; he's 2 weeks from retirement and full pension, he doesn't want to risk his life more on the night or graveyard shift."
Lance walked toward Gunther, stopping besides him " Now Mr. Liebold, this might sounds strange to hear, but I don't think they'll be any kind of crazy shootouts or high-speed chase..looking at you guys, and knowing how Jackson seems to be somebody who likes to squeeze every Nuyen, it's safe to assume your one of those shadow person I've seen on the news." Ed's head turn around, looking at the group, looking half-shocked, half-impressed "..Believe me, it's just some simple security work, the worst thing that can happen is somebody starts a brawl and you're get dragged in it, or get a few insults thrown your way..especially for you Mr. Liebold, the only trolls in Monroe are the Walker brothers at Parker's farm, all muscles,no brain and Noah..he had down's syndrome before he change..so he's 51 cards short of a full deck, if you catch my drift...Trust me, there's no secret plan behind all of this..just keep the store secure and provide security on the opening, as simple as that."
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Post by jblack on May 6, 2006 19:57:00 GMT -5
Well, Mr. Liebold, I must say that the 'dress code' is enforced by me only...I do not ask of you to dress like a million Nuyen like Mr. Xenomarch here, but not like you're fresh out of the Barrens too...you know, dress normally.
Jorinda narrows her eyes. Dress normally? She was dressed normally...when she wasn't working at the Beaver. She rather doubts Lance would want her dressed for her day job and giving the kiddies a free peep show. [/color] So the Star sent their rookies here? That was something that was good to know if she was planning on causing trouble. More likely, she was going to try to stay out of it. Rookie Stars, though, could be either over-eager or overwhelmed. The over-eager were the ones she worried about more. Jorinda looks at Lance. There was no such thing as a simple run. And no such thing as simple security work either. "Okay, question for you. What sort of force are you going to let us use? Deadly force is out of the question of course, but if people come around causing trouble, what can we use on them?"
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Post by Braddoc on May 6, 2006 20:11:25 GMT -5
Lance looked over at Jorinda "Well Belle, or is it Miss Belle?, force is not accepted, so try to subdue any trouble makers if they go too far..of course if they land a punch on you, you can punch back..they draw a gun and fire? You can shoot back..use equal force when you got to use it..of course, only exception is Frederic..he starts something, go nuts..but no firearms or deaths..I don't want to coroner snooping around here..."
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Post by jblack on May 6, 2006 21:05:40 GMT -5
Jorinda nods. So they couldn't use force unless they hit first? That sort of sucked, but hey, they had to play by his rules, and it wouldn't do to have kiddies getting hurt.
Too bad. She'd brought the shock gloves, and planned to use them if she had to. It was better to use a little force than have an incident escalate into something much worse. But she was glad she'd brought those gel rounds...
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Post by Xenomarch on May 6, 2006 22:40:41 GMT -5
"Belle I have a Stun Baton if you want it. Lance, If we kill them and hide their bodies that will be very discrete. Neh?"
[whisper=boombaby]Whisper. There now you have been whispered to. IC: Gunther I don't like this. First we have a lack of communication access with Lance here, then there's Mr. Ed the Human Elf Poser, then there's Lance's need for us to be discreet. Is this a front for something, I need an hour or two alone inside to do a proper sweep to see if there is anything more sinister about this "Ice Cream Parlor"[/whisper]
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Post by Porter on May 6, 2006 23:25:47 GMT -5
Erick listened intently to the conversation as the answers were given by the dwarf. Perhaps all of the action they dealt with in Seattle on a daily basis did take their toll and make the majority of them overly cautious.
Especially when it came to situations where things seemed too easy to be true.
For now Erick would accept the answers at face value. As the topic changed to use of force, his hand dug into the pockets of his coat until he found the small velvet pouch. Erick gave the bag a small shake before his fingers reached inside. All the while, he concentrated on a simple question centered on the days to come. The Shaman could feel the energy of the rune stones as he searched for the answer. His emerald gaze drifted from those present as he made contact with the stone.
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Post by gunther on May 7, 2006 4:23:12 GMT -5
Frag!!thought Gunther, That Jackson/Johnson is screwing us around. Gunther looked down at himself, and considered his wardrobe back at the Junkyard. He wondered what Mr. Lance would say if he told him he didn't live in the Barrens but rather in a Junkyard...He suspected it would all be the same to the dwarf.
Looking over the others, Gunther figured that of the four of them, he and Jorinda stuck out the most. Lets face it, Jorinda has a nice body, and she sticks out like a sore thumb. Not that Xenomarch is much better with that tail, but at least he looks mostly human.
"Alright Mr. Lance. Since you require us to look normal, a couple of us don't quite fit the bill. Belle and I will have to head back to greater Seatle to pick up some stuff. In the mean time, you can give the boys here the nickel tour, and hook us up with where we are going to be staying and all of that. Belle, you are with me. We should be back in about 3-4 hours. Rest up you two, you got the first watch. You guys got my number right?...Need anything?" Gunther waits to hear if the two other men on the team needed anything from Seatle, then receiving nods that everything was good, the troll moved to the door, Jorinda in tow.
Upon exiting the store, Gunther did not immediately walk to the van parked outside. Instead, the meta strolled over to the knocked down fence, and ripped off the broken off 4x4 post from the fence itself. Hefting his 6 foot makeshift club, Gunther nodded and returned to the van, sticking the post in the side door before entering. Starting the engine, and shifting into gear, Gunther waves at the shop as they pull out and head back to Seattle.
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"Hey Jorinda, you don't really need to change, but I thought that perhaps you could help me more than either of the other two. Mr. Lance said that he was working for Mr. Jackson as well. We need to find out what and why Mr. Jackson is opening a store run by a meta in a meta hating neighborhood. There must be more going on, and Mr. Jackson has lied to us a couple of times already. Can you do that? Can we find out about that?...As for Mr. Lance's no violence unless it's absolutely necessary, well, we'll see about that..."
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Post by jblack on May 7, 2006 13:02:07 GMT -5
" Belle I have a Stun Baton if you want it. Lance, If we kill them and hide their bodies that will be very discrete. Neh?Jorinda looks at the man with the tail. "Thanks for the offer, but I packed my non-lethal weapons." She smiles at his next remark. It would be discreet, as long as the bodies weren't found. She then takes note of the Seer, reaching into his bag. It would be nice if you could find all the answers in runes or cards. Jorinda glares at Gunther. Since when didn't she look normal? Okay, so she was probably better looking than many of the women in this town, but she could still pass for human if she covered her pointy ears. Jorinda will take note of any requests, and follow behind Gunther to head to the van. She watches him pull a fence post from off the fence like it was nothing. She was used to seeing him using his brains, not his braun, and this was an impressive show. As they drive past the shop, Gunther waves, and so does Jorinda, even though she's not sure if the others notice. Jorinda offers a weak smile. Good, because short of surgical alteration, there was nothing she could change save for wearing something that covered more of her skin...like one of the dresses Muslim women used to wear. Jorinda thinks a moment. "The guy's a businessman. He figured he could probably make money opening the place. Then again, maybe he's looking to score on his insurance policy. I'm not a Decker, but I'll see what I can dig up." She wasn't a Researcher anymore, but research was still in her blood. If there was info to be had, she could probably track it down.
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Post by gunther on May 8, 2006 14:06:01 GMT -5
"I am not so sure that Mr. Lance is just a business man. After all, he knows Mr. Jackson, and Mr. Jackson seems to be in the 'business'. Why couldn't Mr. Lance be a runner like us? Not everything here is what it seems. Did you catch that Ed is not really an elf?" Gunther asks, glancing over. Jorinda looked a bit confused, so Gunther continued. "Yah, Xeno clued me in on that. I completely missed it. That might explain why his brother wants to beat the drek outta him. Being a poser out in that neck of the woods could be kinda dangerous for someones neck, if you'll excuse the mixed metaphors...Not that I am all that in favor of posing as something other than what you are...I don't condone that drek at all..." Gunther shakes his head weakly. "We metas have it bad enough without stupid drekheads trying to IMMITATE us..." Gunther lapses into silence for a few minutes lost in thought...
"Hey, you know anywhere I can get a change of clothes? This isn't really my part of town..." Gunther asks, changing the topic for a bit...
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