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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 10, 2008 1:41:00 GMT -5
Walking through the front door, Wraith glances at her surroundings briefly, just to be sure she is in the right place, and approaches the front desk.
"Excuse me, basher. I'm looking for someone. His name is John." She inquires of the desk clerk. "I understand he works here. I have business I wish to discuss with him."
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Post by john on Jul 16, 2008 22:40:05 GMT -5
The clerk fetches John quickly, he come out, still sharpening his knife, in his undress, which consists of a rude tunic and hose, coin belt with the Fated symbol upon it, and holding a whetstone as he sharpens. Whsst, whsst, the whetstone plays across the blade.
"Oh, you. What do you need me for?"
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 16, 2008 23:09:21 GMT -5
Wraith regards the squat Taker with her lips compressed and her jaw clenched. "I'm here because I have business to discuss with you, John." She says curtly. "I have a proposal for you; one I feel you will find highly beneficial." Stepping closer to the sour faced little man, the Dustman surgeon appraises his disfigurements with a critical eye.
"I know you don't much care for aesthetics, otherwise you would've had something done about those scars years ago. But peak health is always important to a soldier such as yourself. I'm sure the last thing you want is septis, an amputation or worse impeding your skills." Gesturing for John to follow her, Wraith lowers her voice so it is loud enough for only the Taker to hear.
"So, I bring this proposal to you: I give my services to you, as one of Sigil's finest physicians," She offers with no arrogance; merely the confidence of a woman who had dedicated most of her life to her Art. "in exchange for this: you help me find a man responsible for my son's abduction, the seizure of my home, and other harm he has inflicted upon my person." Her jaw tightens visibly.
"What say you, John? Are you interested in my proposal?"
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Post by john on Jul 17, 2008 0:14:56 GMT -5
"As I recall I was looking for the little kid anyway, as well as your father. But if you'd rather me find this fellow, I can do that too."
He pauses.
"I already have your services from that bargain. What's in it for me -this- time."
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 17, 2008 0:29:44 GMT -5
"As I recall I was looking for the little kid anyway, as well as your father. But if you'd rather me find this fellow, I can do that too." He pauses. "I already have your services from that bargain. What's in it for me -this- time." Narrowing her eyes, Wraith glares down at the Taker. He had a point there... but as she already had what she wanted from the original deal, then that deal no longer applied, right? "It seems that Fate has blessed me with the answers to those questions already." She replies firmly. "I've found my son, and I've discovered who my father is; either a scion of Graz'zt. Or Graz'zt himself." She hisses, and shudders visibly. Just speaking that name, even as a whisper, sent a cold chill running down her spine. "So if you wish to argue semantics with me, then doesn't that bargain no longer apply if you haven't delivered on your part? I know you wouldn't have accepted my services without payment first." By now the wispy tiefling has made her way outside the building, and moves toward a more secluded spot away from steady traffic, and the prying eyes or ears of passersby. [ooc: I should note I just observed I've put this down as 11BP [or 1am in the morning]  I actually meant 1BP [11am]. I must've been in a hurry when I pinned this up.] |
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Post by john on Jul 17, 2008 0:31:50 GMT -5
"Yes yes, spare me the details. You know what I live for.... being put back together is just details. And I suspect someone with your... degree of kindness would do it regardless." He makes kindness sound like a curse.
"So will I get what I'm after, should I find this fellow?"
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 17, 2008 0:42:15 GMT -5
"Yes yes, spare me the details. You know what I live for.... being put back together is just details. And I suspect someone with your... degree of kindness would do it regardless." He makes kindness sound like a curse. "So will I get what I'm after, should I find this fellow?" She promises, meeting the Taker's eyes with a hard stare of her own. "He goes by the name Marrak. Finding him shouldn't be hard, as he's one of your own." Her gaze fixes upon the grand, towering structure of the Hall of Records behind them. "He's an arrogant and lustful fire genasi. You can't miss him. But I want him alive, Taker." She warns, swinging her gaze back on him. A vehement light flares white hot behind her purple eyes. "Find me at the Open Shell when you have news of his whereabouts, and his capture if you want extra thrown in on the deal." |
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Post by john on Jul 17, 2008 0:45:29 GMT -5
John grins, the grin of a predator about to be loosed.
"Done. You'll have him alive. I can't promise he'll be in a condition to answer questions for a bit, though."
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 17, 2008 1:00:50 GMT -5
John grins, the grin of a predator about to be loosed. "Done. You'll have him alive. I can't promise he'll be in a condition to answer questions for a bit, though." Wraith had been staring off into the far distance - out across the great torus, it seemed - as John spoke. But when she levelled her gaze on him, a disturbing light flashed behind her eyes. A muscle in her jaw spasmed, causing her lips to part slightly; enough to bare her razor sharp teeth. Even the perpetual sanguine stench intensifies, rising about her in a sickly cloud. "I don't care how hurt that bastard is, so long as he is intact and capable of answering my questions. I can restore him if needed... and given that he's of the same philosophical bent, perhaps I could use that as a bargaining tool." She hisses. "I'll not stoop to flattering one such as he if it's not necessary. He's spoiled me already. Sometimes brute force can be just as effective." She smiles at the Taker then, although the twist to her lips makes it look more like a grimace. Clearly she's disgusted with herself, and divided over exactly how she wants to deal with Marrak once he was in her hands. A flood of painful memories washes over her. Biting her lip, and drawing blood to stifle a miserable sob, she shoves all of her disgust and sorrow aside. Marrak showed her son, and all of those others he tortured, no mercy. Why should she do the same for him? Taking a deep breath, she mutters; "Should I not be home for any reason, leave a message with Bertram. Or in the event of Marrak's seizure, bring him to Black Boot Walk. There's a trapdoor just around the corner from Orsmonder's Meats." The last she delivers in a soft voice intended for the Taker's ears only. Smoothing out the folds of her ebony wimple with trembling fingers, Wraith bows her head humbly, and takes her leave of John. There were other things she must do today; among those informing Hilathic of this fortunate turn of events. "I will see you again soon, John. Good luck with your search." |
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Post by john on Jul 17, 2008 19:47:03 GMT -5
John heads back inside the hall of records. He's going to go try and see if he can find the location of one Marrek, since he's apparently a taker of some note, surely he's either associated with some foreclosures, debt collections, or perhaps a debtor himself. Regardless, his location is all he needs for his venture into true brutality starts.
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Post by Uathach Blackmantle on Jul 22, 2008 18:55:39 GMT -5
Watching John stomp away, Wraith turns and merges silently with the morning traffic. At last things were starting to fall into place. Marrak would get what he justly deserved, and the rest of his kind would learn to fear her. It was the only way the Cult would leave her and her son alone. Her steps carry her away from the Clerk's Ward into the Hive. There were other things she had to do today - routine labor at the Weary Spirit and continuing her studies with Master Xanathis - before passing the news onto Hilathic. She just hoped he wouldn't be angry with her for revealing where he lived... [ooc: And that's a wrap. I've done all I set out to do with this thread.  ] |
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I actually meant 1BP [11am]. I must've been in a hurry when I pinned this up.]
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