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Post by mechwarrior5 on Apr 17, 2006 7:55:19 GMT -5
"Alright, so you want to keep all dat drek separate?" Peaches shrugs. "Okay, if dat's how you wanna play it, it's your gear. So den, da safehouse really only needs to have a garage capable of storing a couple ground vehicles and some drones? Dat sound fair?"
((I'm trying to get all of this straight before I PM Xenomarch and ask him for prices and such.))
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Post by Braddoc on Apr 17, 2006 20:24:30 GMT -5
The door to the private room opened as a young man, about 25, enters the room wearing a regular dark suit with over it a (real) leather vest, his sunglasses-protected eyes looked around. Closing the door, he approached the table passing a hand on his neck. "Hey Peaches, 'sorry 'bout the delay, I had business to finish elsewhere. So what's the deal? your E-mail said somethin' 'bout a group forming?"
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Post by mechwarrior5 on Apr 17, 2006 20:27:28 GMT -5
"Yeah. We're 'tinkin' about gettin' a solid group toge'tter to run da shadows wid'. Too often we just meet up wid' strangers and do da run, 'den we all scatter to da four winds. I 'tink we'd all profit by forming a cohesive unit. Right now we're talkin' about settin' up a group safe house, how we split up shares of da money, leader, all dat drek. Just wanted to get everyone's two-cents about before we make any calls about real estate."
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Post by Braddoc on Apr 17, 2006 20:32:46 GMT -5
"Yeah..good idea, we'll get more cred outta this plan!" Four-Eyes looked around at the people gathered around the table "Wait Peaches, chum, you're tellin' me this is the group? Why'dcha get the tree-huggers in? We could do without better 'ya know.." He reached inside his jacket and pulled out a smoke, which was quickly lighted up.
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Post by mechwarrior5 on Apr 17, 2006 20:44:20 GMT -5
Peaches speaks first before any of the elves can respond. It is clear that he is less than pleased. "Why you gotta come in here wid' dat attitude, huh? I 'tought you were better dan 'dat Humanis scum paradin' deir bulldrek Downtown. Just 'cos you don't like some elves don't mean dey're all bad. I've been dere wid' Angel" he guestures to the female one," when da shit hit da fan, and she stood up to it alright. I don't know about Nott, but he comes wid' a good recommendation, as does everyone else here--even you. So da least you can do is sit down an' talk to 'em before you go spoutin' your hate crap all over da place."
He takes a softer tone. "Look, da reason I brought you in on 'dis was 'cos I knew you were a good gun to have around. But if you're gonna spew your drek at all of us like dat, I don't wantcha around. Believe it or not, trogs, dandylion eaters, and halfers all got ass-raped durin' da night of rage--by breeders dat look kinda like you. So I'd appreciate it if you'd leave offa da meta-hate and focus on da individual hate--at least get to know someone before you start wid' dat shit."
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Post by Braddoc on Apr 17, 2006 20:53:50 GMT -5
Four-Eyes stood up listening to Peaches, seemingly giving the "talk I"ll act like I'm listening" stance, but his hidden stare seems to shift when Peaches mentioned the Policlub "Don't EVER associate 'them fraggers with me never again Peaches, I'm serious about it."
When Peaches tone seems to shift on to a more 'diplomatic' mood, Four-Eyes seems more open, almost laughing "Oh, so I get on the point-ears' case and all of a sudden, it's a meta vs bredder thing? heh..you got to get your vision checked sometimes Peaches, but I'll give the individual hate thing a shot, but only 'cause you've helped my with training, and you're a brother and all." He sat on a chair, falling down is more the term, giving angel a large charming smile "Hey Beautiful Angel..tell me you're the kind of angel that open 'them legs for money, or that twirl 'round poles?" He kept on smiling, one of his eyebrow moving a little down, like he was giving her a wink.
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Post by mechwarrior5 on Apr 17, 2006 21:13:47 GMT -5
Peaches slaps Four-Eyes on the back. "Good ta hear. Now, let's get back down to business. You got any udder ideas to add to da pot, FourEyes?"
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Post by Braddoc on Apr 17, 2006 21:22:21 GMT -5
"Dunno..well I do now from experience that puttin' all of our stuff at one place may be a good idea, but if the place got raided, we're fragged, start from th'bottom again..maybe a main base, and some few caches here 'n' there would be better..and a artic name that would make our enemies drek their shorts..yeah something catchy too..." Four-Eyes took a puff of his smoke, seemingly thinking about something
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Post by Wheels on Apr 17, 2006 21:52:48 GMT -5
Bobby grunts slightly, as the stranger enters the room and begins a 'friendly' banter with Peaches and trash talks the two elves in the room. They seemed quite alright by his own standards and the hackles on Bobby's neck began to rise. Bobby was fairly well used to humans responding with hatred and dislike of metas but this intense dislike of all elves seemed exagerated and rash. He sounded exactly like some of those Humanis Policlubers, and it grated on his nerves when the man was so outspoken and blatantly racial. Bobby himself had been on the receiving end of a fair bit of racial conduct and was trying as always to keep his temper in check when confronted with it.
As Peaches handles the human, and he sits down, Bobby examines the man a little more closely. The fact that Peaches seemed to speak for him was a point in his favor, and he seemed to have worked with Angel, one of the elves sitting at the table. The dwarf deside that maybe the man deserved a break and he began to grin. The smile fade quickly to a frown as Four-Eyes changed from being a bigot to being a sexist pig. Bobby secretly hoped Angel would do something, like maybe pull out her gun and shoot him in the face.
"Oi chummer, how's about you lay off the lady. I for one ain't gonna stand for that drek when we are all working on maybe forming a cohesive, functioning, effective team. That kinda drek is gonna get old REAL fast..." Wheels leans back in his seat and turns back to Peaches to answer his questions.
"I am not saying that I won't place my resources at the disposal of the team, I am just trying to make sure that my assets have the likelyhood of being repaired or replaced, in the unlikely event of the drek hitting the fan. After all, we are all pro-fessionals here aren't we? The drek shouldnt hit the fan that badly right?
As for moving my shop over to the HQ or everyone moving all their drek there, I don't think that is such a great idea either. Mostly cause, if we put all our eggs in one basket, its easier to loose the whole carton, if you get my drift. Something goes wrong, or we frag the wrong group and one or two AV missiles are going to ruin our whole day. You catch my drift?"
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Post by Angel on Apr 17, 2006 23:19:01 GMT -5
Angel takes note of the man that enters, quite late. He knew Peaches, it seemed, but the guy was an ass! But Peaches was making it clear that he wasn't going to tolerate any Metahating. Good thing, then that Peaches was going to be the leader.
However, when Four Eyes makes his crude comment, she'd had quite enough. Sure, the guys could certainly stick up for her, but she wasn't about to let that comment slide. She scans the room, and focuses for a moment, her attention now upon a full glass of water someone had discarded and happened to be sitting behind the ass. Well, Seattle tap water wasn't the most healthy stuff to drink anymore. And was that a real leather vest he was wearing? She hoped so.
Angel focuses and starts to levitate the plastic glass. She moves it higher, higher, until it is directly over the ass' head. And then, she allows the glass to simply drop, spilling its contents on Four Eyes before it hits the floor.
(Sorry...you were asking for that...)
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Post by Braddoc on Apr 17, 2006 23:51:30 GMT -5
Since Angel didn't talked much, or let others do it for her, the dwarf sitting at the table came-in the discussion Four-Eyes was having with her.
"Oi chummer, how's about you lay off the lady. I for one ain't gonna stand for that drek when we are all working on maybe forming a cohesive, functioning, effective team. That kinda drek is gonna get old REAL fast..."
"Yeah no prob', no prb'.." He concentrated on the discussion, listening to the dwarf's comment on the meeting he'd missed, when water came pouring down on him. He quickly rose to his feet and turned around, pointing a revolver in front of him and at the ceiling. "TH'FRAG WAS THAT?..Aaw drek, it's a spirit again! Uz-a-blade or your hand!" He pulled out a small knife and started swinging it in front of him advancing away from the table, his handgun raised to his shoulder.
"C'mon show yerself coward! I know you're there, why don't you join the party huh? HUH?"
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Post by Angel on Apr 17, 2006 23:59:49 GMT -5
Angel laughs at Four Eye's misfortune. Especially since she had caused it.
Folding her arms, Angel watches him pulling out his weapons, trying to attack something that wasn't there. "It's not a spirit." She tells him flatly, smiling broadly.
She looks to Peaches. "Sorry, he did deserve it."
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Post by Deleted on Apr 18, 2006 0:01:12 GMT -5
Seeing the newcomer come in start drek and now making a more of a fool of himself Nott decides to try to get things moving back on track like before he showed up.
"Sit down before you hurt yourself there is nothing there. We need to decide are we gonna get the one place and maybe a few place on the side to store equip or not?"
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Post by Braddoc on Apr 18, 2006 0:09:33 GMT -5
"WHAT!?!" Four-Eyes turned around, raising his pants front his back, and putting away the knife "Here 'everybody's on MY case 'cause I was insultin' toward you, I try being open and tried that "individual hate" thing, and you just do that..for shame ."Four-Eyes calmly shook his head, slowly lowering his head, pulling out a smoke, his previous one dead by drowning, and lighted it up "Coward.. always with the magic, 'can't do nothin' with your hands now?..heh.." He grin to Angel, pocketing his zippo.
He then to the other elf when he decided to talk. "Hurt myself? 'Doubt it..and since me and Mr. X here" He points toward Wheels "Sorry, but 'don't know your name yet, agree that the whole "one base, one basket' is not the best idea, then yes, we do that."
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Post by Angel on Apr 18, 2006 1:06:10 GMT -5
"You looked like you needed cooling off." Angel replies.
Angel shrugs. "Oh, I can do things with my hands, but you ain't worthy." She says, smiling, then takes her seat, intent on ignoring him for a while.
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