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    Kilgrave - Steamroom

    Even amidst the weirdos in the steamroom, Kilgrave stood out for adhering to steamroom etiquette. Everyone else was wearing normal clothes; something not exactly common when sitting in a room designed to make you sweat. Regardless, he'd not admonish them for their lack of following the rules. He was here with a goal in mind. He listened carefully to everything that was being said by the others already present. For a moment, he completely lost interest in the Tiefling. Why be interested in a demon when warlocks were around? Furthermore, the tech they were talking about sounded incredible, and extremely valuable. To a man like Kilgrave, these were some of the biggest turn-ons possible. It seemed he'd stumbled upon a veritable treasure trove by following this tiefling. Eventually, one of those present decided it was time to leave, but not before dropping a few more interesting-sounding names.

    And then he was gone, off into the cold, great outside. It wasn't long before the man named Puppy addressed the two "eavesdroppers". The purple man was about to change his plans.

    "Pocketbook? Wallets? I could give a **** about stuff like that. No no no, you direct me towards those warlocks... or, hackers or whatever. Could use a few of those."

    A sly smile came across the purple man's face.

    "Now then, let's get some damn introductions going, eh? The name's Kilgrave. Gonna go ahead and guess you're Puppy? And you, number two, you got a name?"





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    Blazing West - Gondola Town Basalt
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    Waiting in the back of the alleyway, the Shark fishman stood guard at the door, waiting for anyone to show up. The posters had been put up at several bars and other places of business within the Red Light District, and soon there'd be those who aimed to take on the job. His eyes seemed faulty, or so he thought, as he saw something tiny floating toward the door, that and a poster. Twas the armored Odin, unbeknownst to the doorman. Shortly afterward, another pair would show up, one of which had to be awoken before they'd speak. They all were there to take on the job, and despite the fact that the Shark thought them strange, he'd welcome them anyway.

    "Odd group. But it is an odd job. Guess you'll do."

    The shark normally would have pat the group down, this was a place of business and weapons wouldn't be so easily let in, but he'd skip this formality. He didn't want to grope a dwarf. Nevertheless, the door would be opened into the back of the Casino, and the trio would be let into the kitchen. Cooks scurried around trying to meet the needs and orders of the patrons inside. Through the kitchen, the trio would be lead through the farside of the casino. Inside, the room was filled with smoke and many interesting characters seemed focused on their games. Poker, Drinking Games, even Death Matches were held inside.

    Up a staircase lead the Shark, Beowulf, Jhin, and Sai into an office-like room with cameras that monitored the entirety of the casino, including the outer alleyway where they were told to meet up. With a knock, the Shark reached a large red door, which would open shortly afterward. Inside they'd see a latex-clad woman standing next to an armored comrade in front of a large desk. Behind the desk sat a suited man. His face was a power symbol that was lit up to show it was powered on.

    "You'd better be right about this, Bria. You don't wanna see that 'business' of yours power down, would you?"

    "Have a little faith in me, Wattson. You know when you come to Bria, you never leave unsatisfied."

    The conversation between the pair was an odd one, but the two seemed to be brokering a deal when the trio would enter. The woman called Bria and her companion would move backward away from the desk, moving toward a wall on the side, allowing the Shark to walk up to the desk. Waving Beowulf, Jhin, and Sai toward him, the Shark had completed his job.

    "Boss, these three came asking about the Cultist."

    A moment of brevity passed as the Masked man's face flickered. He looked over the trio, eying them individually. After a momentary silence, the man called Wattson would talk.

    "So this is what I get? A Dwarf, a weirdo, and a guy who looks like he just woke up? Quite a bunch. "

    "Now now, Wattsy. Be nice to the Dwarf. Bria interjected. "In my line of work, small things can often do the job juuuuuuust right!"

    "Well, gotta make due with what you get. If you saw the posters, you know we're looking for a Cultist. Might be one, but there's be rumors of two. Doesn't matter. If there's two I'll pay more. Those bastards are spooking people out around here, and when people get spooked, they don't come around. Absence in presence is absence is business... and NOBODY messes with my business. Get rid of em, and i'll line your pockets. If you have any questions, ask Bria, the dame in the latex. She'll fill ya in.

    At this point, Bria and her mechanized comrade had moved over toward a couch and a billiards table. The armored male played pool, while Bria lightly sipped on something cool. The trio would be granted time to ask questions, if they had any that is.


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    Santa Destroy (West)

    It was so very hot that day in Santa Destroy. He traveling by himself through semi-arid terrain on their bare feet. With a gaunt appearance and an empty stomach, he suddenly stopped at the smell of something; he looks over to find a man cooking a large piece of meat over an open flame. He puts a hand over his gurgling stomach and moves the hand to his sword hilt. However, upon seeing that the man is traveling with a pregnant woman, he continues on. Now more tired and dehydrated than ever, he is struggling to maintain his consciousness. His vision becomes blurred as he presses on and he closes his eyes. A woman with blue eyes looks at him and starts falling down. He opens his eyes again, but keeps his head down.'

    He finally arrives at a village. On his way in, he passes by a few vagabonds who lock their eyes on him for a moment. He decides to walk to a merchant and pulls out some coins.

    "...I need some water and a meal to eat."

    "Not enough for a meal. I can give you some bread tho."

    As the merchant retrieves the cloaked man's feed, two boys hiding beside the counter throw an egg at the criminals just behind him, and run for cover. Thinking the man had thrown the egg, the vagabonds angrily confront and interrogate him. Upon closer look, they actually seemed to be policemen...

    "Hey! You throwin' eggs at us!?"

    "..."

    "Hey, I'm talking to ya. Did you or see anyone who thew it?"

    "That all you can say? "No?"

    "Someone must've done it."

    "Maybe a chicken learned how to fly."

    One of the policemen chuckled but their leader glared at him to keep silent. As the merchant brought him some bread, they quickly seemed to take it before leaving the cloaked man with nothing behind.

    "Thanks for you "contribution". The penalty for staying is a lot steeper than you think, stranger. Trust me."

    "Those *******s are supposed to protect us from pirates and bandits. But they aren't any better than them."

    "They should try harder then."

    Amazingly, a piece of bread that the thugs stole had mysteriously returned into the cloaked man's own hand as he casually started to eat it as the merchant was flabbergasted how he even managed to take that back. The boy from earlier that had hidden suddenly started to follow the young man. However, he simply ignored him and tried to walk off on his own.

    "Hey, thanks for not ratting me out."

    He was stopped again but the young man who promised to take him somewhere to eat.

    "Hey, I can take you somewhere to eat, let you stay at my family's place for a day, c',mon."

    In silence with nothing his stomach growling in hunger, the hooded man decided to follow the boy without another word. Soon after coming across the farm, he noticed a large group of roosters and chickens clucked away. Judging by the amount they had, no one could ever sneak up on them. The boy's father suddenly arrived along with his mother as the hooded man said nothing at first.

    "Jeez. How many times have I said not to go wandering off on your own and--hmm? Who's this?"

    "He stood up to those stupid law enforcement. Had them right in his grasp."

    "Did he now? What's your name, stranger?"

    "..."

    "Well...?" The boy's mother was waiting for an answer.

    "...No one. You wouldn't know me."

    "Well, I suppose since you've looked out for my kid, I'll let it slide for now. Those bastards at the town are all corrupt, work for that stupid Mayor too. You hungry? I can hear your stomach all the way from here. Hmm. Tell ya what. Why don't you help me fix the roof and I'll feed ya?"

    "...Fine."

    The boy was resting on a ladder, watching them re-shingle the roof. While his father is doing well and working steadily, the hooded man has several twisted and broken nails in front of him, although it is evident he is trying hard to do a good job.

    "You don't seem like you're from around here."

    "Mm-mm".

    "Where are you from then?."

    "Very far away".

    "Ohhh. Where are you going?"

    "Terry, give it a rest. Stop asking the man personal questions, got it?"

    "Yes...so what's with your star shaped eyes?"

    The man is surprised at the question and swings down his hammer a little too hard. He strikes his thumb, now red, and groans in pain.

    "It's not nice to bother people about things they might not want to talk about. A man's past is his business. ?"

    The farmer goes back to hammering, but the hooded man decides that he's taking a break as he casually lets his body fall off the roof and lands quite easily before deciding to stab his sword into the ground and lay his back across it before closing his eyes. The sounds of metal start to haunt the hooded man as his hood seems to hide his expression as he grits his teeth in silence...!
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    Blazing West - Gondola Town Basalt
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    [Beowulf | Sai]

    In the back alley in Gondola Town, in the Red Light district, the shark greeted the group. Odin floated at the shark's eye level, and after asking, received an answer. Two other men came to the sharkman's call, and Odin's eyes gave them a once over. The shark let the group come in, taking them through the casino to a private room. Inside a red door, the group found themselves in the presence of three other. A mechanical being, the woman in latex and the man who seemed to be in charge, his face symboled. They spoke to each other. One named Watson and another Bria. The dwarf stood silently as Watson spoke of the mission before the duo broke.

    The dwarf slowly approached Watson, floating a few inches above him, looking down. The dwarves voice was squeaky, and by al intents and purposes hilarious. Yet, it had a tone of authority. There was no killing intent; it was hidden within.

    "Your line of business, must see much in underground.
    Pray answer one a question, er'e do well to answer verily.
    I seek the slaves. I seek the trade. I seek the source. The slave trade.
    - the dwarf said

    The masked Odin, or as he would introduce himself 'Beowful', would ask a question - one heavy. Bria was supposed to receive the questions, but she was likely busy with the other two. Still, Beowulf spoke loudly, and squeaky, enough for Bria and the others to hear. Yet, he asked Watson. Casino higher-ups, and owner if Watson was the owner, he can be reasonably expected to have ties to the underground. The Red Light District is not exactly a haven of ethics.

    The Allfather looked down on Watson, purposely. The dwarf's patience was running thin.
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    Blazing West - Gondola Town Basalt
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    [Sai | Beowulf]

    Sai's eyes opened slowly as he heard Jhin say something. Looking up, he saw a sharkman, who seemed to be leading the two of them and a small dwarf into a building that must have been a casino of some kind. Sai's eyes scanned the kitchen as they entered through it. His stomach rumbled a bit and he did happen to snatch a random plate of food while one of the cooks was busy plating another. He scarfed it down before they exited the kitchen and he threw the plate into the trash. Money wasn't really something he was interested in, especially in regards to why they were there in the first place. They had come to find Julian and Sai didn't care if he had to burn down the city in order to find him.

    It didn't take long before the three of them were escorted to a back office where a masked man sat behind a desk and a leather-clad woman stood before him. For some reason the two were having a conversation that Sai wasn't paying all to much attention about. They eventually spoke about about the cultist, or perhaps cultists, but Sai had an idea that they didn't care much about the slaves, just the money that they make. Sai growled a little at the realization that they were okay with the fact that they were taking away the freedom of another person. The old him would have tried to force them to free the slaves, but now he just kind of stewed over it. The temperature in the room would rise just enough to be considered warm as Sai got moderately irritated. He didn't want to work with these people, but he had no choice. Walking over to the woman, he spoke up.

    What do you have on the Cultist. Where am I too begin looking? Tell me what you might know about it involving the slave trade as well. I need to know everything if I am to find this person. Once I do, they will be taken care of appropriately.

    It was at after she spoke that he heard the little dwarf speak. His ears perked up a bit and he would listen carefully for what the man would say, considering he was interested in the slave trade as well. It was the reason he had even come to Frost Fire Canyon in the first place.
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    The two men who sat in deadlock, relaxing in each others character, kept warm as new souls had entered. Razzo made a note to look at the goddess who entered, chewing at his cheek in curiosity for a moment. The other would stay as he was, a black mask showing no signs other than a blip of text that said 'no data file.exe.' Enigmatic, but somewhat manageable. The tiefling would listen, intently.

    "You haven't placed the box yet. Seems simple. No Joy in it. What gives?"

    "Privacy." The feminine voice of the black faced man said.

    "No no, Puppy. Though... we always blame the dog and not the master."

    A comment that gave any form of emotion to the black faced man was unheard of, but Razzo found it. The screen went black, showing nothing, until it flashed red. In a blip, words came across that screen, in a foreign language. Enough to make Razzo chuckle, himself finding success in this battle of hard men.

    By now, a man with purple flesh of a corpse would enter. His body a strange thing, he was not indeed a corpse. Lucky him, as he'd make a bad one with his cheery demeanor. So full of life. So off, as he only had a towel as he entered the steam room. It was not a bath house by any means, as many inside still had clothes. One must not forget the only heat this cold hell had were these rooms, else one will get frost bite sooner than later, no matter their cheery demeanor.


    "Only because you a persuasive ass; a new tech guard and a warlock stand to counter me." The conversation continued, the aptly nicknamed Puppy going into detail.

    "New tech guard? Go on."

    "Black Case Dolls. Powerful new tech made from stolen tech that succeeds government levels. Guns that can pierce tanks. Systems that can track even an invisible man."

    "That's pretty bad. Bet they take the Joy out of things. Warlocks? Magic ain't a thing."

    Puppy would scoff at this last sentence, bringing Razzo forward with annoyed curiosity. Between the moon, Carcossa, and the happenings at Impel Down and Red Red Forest, magic was not a far off concept. Maybe it was all just super science, but what would be the difference?

    "Well ain't you stupid. This warlock ain't a magic man, but a hacker. Good against tech. He'll hack my black box, sucking the Joy out of this."

    "Usin' my word? Class act. Alright, Puppy. Or, is that your name? Puppy, a little dog in a world of wolves. Odnar ain't gotta worry 'bout ya here, so I might just take my leave. Stop by the wealthy district, sell some Joy and happiness. Get it on with Luci."

    Razzo made to rise and to leave. In his hand, a red pill he'd pop before bracing the outdoors. Those in the room would know he was going to the center of town, where the wealthy lived. Factory owners, overly loved foremen, the best of the brothel: those are who could live in that frosted center. Warm, out of the cold, in no need of a steam room like this to live between walking jobs.

    "Have fun."

    The black face would change to that of a puppy wagging its tail. Sincere, playful, but all sarcasm as Razzo dipped into the cold of the world. A clicked tongue and a name would come from Puppy, a poor man's victor.

    "Ass."

    The man would sit for a while longer, before turning. The girl from before, a mink, would be summoned by Puppy with a finger. Surprised, the girl would bring a hand to her mouth and soon a smile, caught in her peeping. Of the many in the room, those just relaxing out of the cold and those passing, she was one of two intent in that discussion.

    "Hacker number two. You got my message. We're heading to the center, placing a box at the top of the tower, and waiting."

    The girl nodded, keeping silent as her purple orbs for eyes glanced at Eris and at the Purple Man. The two could feign their interest as much as they had wanted, but their position in this steam house was easy to discern. Those two were the only who had no fear across their faces when seeing Razzo.

    The man, Puppy, would rise. Right arm of flesh and covered in a thick coat, a leather coat with fluff inside, and a cyborg left hand gave him quite the appearance. A pistol was sided on one side of his pants, though its make suggested anything but black powder. At his other side, a lead pipe, its curve red and dented. Built like a thug, he fit in to the slums well enough.


    "Eavesdroppers... if ya mercs, I ain't got a pocket book for ya, but the people I kill have wallets."

    Puppy knew he was not alone in his talk, as much as Ara Ni knew. Ara Ni, Ni for short, who was in that room as hacker number two. The other two, who were talking casually, at least one sided, were to be assumed a pair. Not that they were: Eris was not with the Purple Man and the Purple Man was an oddity unique to himself.

    "You... need more clothes than that, Number Two."

    A comment about the cold, Puppy would look up Ni, sizing her. Skin tight leggings and a small coat were bare, very bare.
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    Kilgrave - Steamroom

    Even amidst the weirdos in the steamroom, Kilgrave stood out for adhering to steamroom etiquette. Everyone else was wearing normal clothes; something not exactly common when sitting in a room designed to make you sweat. Regardless, he'd not admonish them for their lack of following the rules. He was here with a goal in mind. He listened carefully to everything that was being said by the others already present. For a moment, he completely lost interest in the Tiefling. Why be interested in a demon when warlocks were around? Furthermore, the tech they were talking about sounded incredible, and extremely valuable. To a man like Kilgrave, these were some of the biggest turn-ons possible. It seemed he'd stumbled upon a veritable treasure trove by following this tiefling. Eventually, one of those present decided it was time to leave, but not before dropping a few more interesting-sounding names.

    And then he was gone, off into the cold, great outside. It wasn't long before the man named Puppy addressed the two "eavesdroppers". The purple man was about to change his plans.

    "Pocketbook? Wallets? I could give a **** about stuff like that. No no no, you direct me towards those warlocks... or, hackers or whatever. Could use a few of those."

    A sly smile came across the purple man's face.

    "Now then, let's get some damn introductions going, eh? The name's Kilgrave. Gonna go ahead and guess you're Puppy? And you, number two, you got a name?"



    Steam Room
    Ellie, Kun, Domo

    The demonkin sat in the warmth of the steam room. Her ears listening in on the conversation held by two strangers in this place. The goddess of discord was quite bored before walking into the place, but not she might've just found her entertainment for the day. She would not go unnoticed, which didn't surprise her. What did come as a bit of a shock was that the first to notice her, at least overtly, was a man who resembled a corpse and dressed in nothing but a towel. He'd ask about the demon's race, and what purpose she had here. Eris would respond with snide and jabs.

    Well duh, of course I'm a Tiefling. I'm just here stirring up some fun, know what I'm saying Flying Purple People Eater?

    Razzo and Puppy continued to converse about many things. The word Joy was thrown around, and talk of tech was a key focus. Everything Eris heard made her excited. She could tell some fun was brewing. Warlocks and a black box. Guns that could pierce tanks, tech that put the world government to shame, and even hackers. Truly this was a gold mine. Razzo would eventually depart for the inner circle, and Puppy would make mention of the eavesdroppers.

    Busted...

    Eris would comment as she was called out. Though soon enough she rallied herself. Puppy mentioned he didn't have money to pay them, but Eris was no merc, and cared little for the money. She was in it for the fun of it. Her reply would confirm as much.

    Who cares about money. I'm here for a good time, so count me in!

    Then Puppy went and commented on the purple man's dress code. A sly smile spread across Eris face at the mention of this. Her shadow was already on the move. It slithered silently across the floor, like a snake stalking its prey. Then without warning it would leap up and snatch Killgrave's towel. If it were successful, all of the purple man would be laid bare. The timing was such that it came about the same time as the man's introduction. Eris would follow suit as she grinned and gave her own introduction.

    Eris Andromeda at your service.

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    Kilgrave did not understand the steam room, but that didn't stop him from introducing himself. A brash man, laying his intentions to bare without a pause, no secrecy to his newest found desire. He'd finish, at the drop of a towel. The world could see the purple, like a rotted infection strangled by a vice. Puppy did not make a comment, but Nii snorted.

    "Bad listener. Hmpf." was all Puppy could add, making a comment on how Kil insisted there was a plural involved.

    "April sounds good enough." Ni said, blatantly lying about her name, herself looking around the room and finding what appeared to be a large parka.

    A good idea, Nii had, for the outside would freeze the poorly dressed right and good. Puppy would depart, leading the group, not actually caring about names. Only a minute was given for Eris and Kil to dress appropriately before the cold would rattle their bones.

    The outside would wipe away the heat from any who exited the steam. A cold slap, one that would freeze any of the clung steam to ice in a tick of time. Puppy would bring a hand to his mask, wiping the newly formed frost. Ni shook, taking away anything that clung.

    Outside, the greeting of high pillars of building of wood and steel, steam and engineering, blotted the eye ways. Snow piled, black from filth, at the corners of buildings. People walking through were all bundled thick in clothes, from jackets to wool coats. The cold was miserable.

    Moving forward from cleaning his visor, Puppy would move towards the center of town. There, a massive spire of heat kept the most wealthy comfortable. There, he would place his black box and from there, maybe find the Warlock.

    Along the way, many a shoppe and person was passed. One however was a maid. Wearing little despite the cold, she seemed bothered. Skimpy skin tights, a maid's dress, and a frilled bonnet; the standard affair for any classy maid cosplay. In her hands, fliers for a cafe towards the rich district, conveniently along the way. One flier was offered to both Puppy and Ni, only Ni accepting it. A second, to Eris and Kil.


    "Come warm yourselves at the Sparkling Brew; a new cafe designed with your warmth in mind. Girls, beans, and glittering shows galore." The girl said, her tone bordering mono.
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    Winterhome
    Kun, Domo, Ellie

    The goddess of discord had managed to find her fun. A day once filled with boredom was now packed with adventure. A bit of eavesdropping had landed her a hand in a journey said to have a warlock. Needless to say she was pumped. Not only that, but the Tiefling had swiped the towel of the man most purple. All in all it was a good day. Introductions were out of the way and it was time to move out.

    Eris was still wearing her thick pancho, and knee high boots, but one more addition would be added to her wardrobe. Her shadow that had swiped Kilgrave's towel would latch onto her and spread out. She wore her shadow as though it were a body suit. This served a twofold purpose. The first was to act as a wind breaker, to shield her from the cold air outside. The second was to act as some form of insulation. An attempt to keep whatever heat she could in, and keep the cold out. How good was shadow at insulating? Who knows, but it was better than nothing.

    As the group walked through the city of Winterhome, they would come across an odd sight. A woman clearly not dressed for the cold. She was in a maid outfit, and was passing out fliers. She offered a flier, to which Eris would take it gladly and eye ball it for a moment. The spiel given by the made was monotone. Eris assumed the cold was getting to her, sapping the pep right out of her. This just would not do. The playful demon would give the maid the only article of clothing she could spare.

    Here, I got you this. Maybe it'll help you stay warm?

    A wink was given, a thumbs up was held proudly from Eris right hand. Then there was her left. Extended fully toward the maid, offering her a towel. The same towel that the purple man was wearing not long ago. A wise man once said that a towel is just about the most massively useful thing any interstellar Hitchhiker can carry. May it serve this maid well.

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    Lord of the Dreadfort Kunshu's Avatar
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    Winterhome - Eris, Kilgrave, Puppy, Ni

    Eris snatched the towel from Kilgrave as he finished his little monologue; his purple wang-a-dang-doodle out for all to see. He threw a glare at the Tiefling over his shoulder, but didn't exactly seem flustered. In fact, he displayed his junk loud and proud, with an air of confidence mixed with arrogance. Regardless, he got little from the two others in the steamroom. One was clearly lying about her name, given the way she presented it. The other was being an ass, and Kilgrave gave both of them only a coy smirk in response. It was time to leave. Kilgrave stepped out of the steamroom, emerging minutes later fully dressed in the suit he'd worn before, alongside a long thick overcoat, a scarf, a knit cap, and fancy gloves. It wasn't just warm, but it also looked dashing as hell.

    Once outside, he was confronted once more with the harsh reality of life in Winterhome. It was freezing to a point where going outside without any sort of protection felt like a death warrant. He pulled up the scarf to cover his nose, while the cap protected his ears. His hands were dug deep into the pockets of his coat. None would see, but a little surprise was forming inside these deep, deep pockets. As they walked through the city towards the fancier district, Kilgrave stayed at the tail end of the group. He kept glancing over at Eris. Just how had she snatched that towel back in the steamroom? He was certain she hadn't moved. Was she that fast? No, he would have felt something. His interest in her only increased.

    At some point in their walk, the four of them came across a woman in a maid's costume, handing out fliers for a cafe in the district. Kilgrave raised a curious eyebrow on a disinterested face. One flier was handed to Puppy and Ni, and one to him and Eris. The latter gladly accepted the flier, and handed the maid the towel she'd snatched from Kilgrave earlier. The purple man walked up to the maid, stopping short of bumping into her by a mere foot. He took both hands out of his pockets, clenching one of them. He grabbed her hand with both of his own, and leaned in closely.

    "You wouldn't have another one of those fliers, would you?" he said softly

    He held her hand as if warming it up. Regardless of her answer, when he removed his hands, a tiny green ring would hopefully be around her finger. If he'd succeeded, he'd whisper into the maid's ear.

    "Do not take that off, and let nobody else take it off either. Let nobody see it, and don't talk about it. Now, you go have a pleasant day."





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    Quote Originally Posted by Ichimonji View Post
    Blazing West - Gondola Town Basalt
    Red Light District


    [Beowulf | Sai]

    In the back alley in Gondola Town, in the Red Light district, the shark greeted the group. Odin floated at the shark's eye level, and after asking, received an answer. Two other men came to the sharkman's call, and Odin's eyes gave them a once over. The shark let the group come in, taking them through the casino to a private room. Inside a red door, the group found themselves in the presence of three other. A mechanical being, the woman in latex and the man who seemed to be in charge, his face symboled. They spoke to each other. One named Watson and another Bria. The dwarf stood silently as Watson spoke of the mission before the duo broke.

    The dwarf slowly approached Watson, floating a few inches above him, looking down. The dwarves voice was squeaky, and by al intents and purposes hilarious. Yet, it had a tone of authority. There was no killing intent; it was hidden within.

    "Your line of business, must see much in underground.
    Pray answer one a question, er'e do well to answer verily.
    I seek the slaves. I seek the trade. I seek the source. The slave trade.
    - the dwarf said

    The masked Odin, or as he would introduce himself 'Beowful', would ask a question - one heavy. Bria was supposed to receive the questions, but she was likely busy with the other two. Still, Beowulf spoke loudly, and squeaky, enough for Bria and the others to hear. Yet, he asked Watson. Casino higher-ups, and owner if Watson was the owner, he can be reasonably expected to have ties to the underground. The Red Light District is not exactly a haven of ethics.

    The Allfather looked down on Watson, purposely. The dwarf's patience was running thin.
    Quote Originally Posted by Garra View Post
    Blazing West - Gondola Town Basalt
    Red Light District


    [Sai | Beowulf]

    Sai's eyes opened slowly as he heard Jhin say something. Looking up, he saw a sharkman, who seemed to be leading the two of them and a small dwarf into a building that must have been a casino of some kind. Sai's eyes scanned the kitchen as they entered through it. His stomach rumbled a bit and he did happen to snatch a random plate of food while one of the cooks was busy plating another. He scarfed it down before they exited the kitchen and he threw the plate into the trash. Money wasn't really something he was interested in, especially in regards to why they were there in the first place. They had come to find Julian and Sai didn't care if he had to burn down the city in order to find him.

    It didn't take long before the three of them were escorted to a back office where a masked man sat behind a desk and a leather-clad woman stood before him. For some reason the two were having a conversation that Sai wasn't paying all to much attention about. They eventually spoke about about the cultist, or perhaps cultists, but Sai had an idea that they didn't care much about the slaves, just the money that they make. Sai growled a little at the realization that they were okay with the fact that they were taking away the freedom of another person. The old him would have tried to force them to free the slaves, but now he just kind of stewed over it. The temperature in the room would rise just enough to be considered warm as Sai got moderately irritated. He didn't want to work with these people, but he had no choice. Walking over to the woman, he spoke up.

    What do you have on the Cultist. Where am I too begin looking? Tell me what you might know about it involving the slave trade as well. I need to know everything if I am to find this person. Once I do, they will be taken care of appropriately.

    It was at after she spoke that he heard the little dwarf speak. His ears perked up a bit and he would listen carefully for what the man would say, considering he was interested in the slave trade as well. It was the reason he had even come to Frost Fire Canyon in the first place.


    Blazing West - Gondola Town Basalt
    Red Light District
    Sai and Beowulf

    Those willing to come to Wattson's call had arrived, and they were quickly debriefed, at least in Wattson's eyes they were. He was ready to return to business, which is why he directed those willing to talk to Bria concerning the mission that lie before them. However, the Dwarf lingered. His line of questioning would be directed toward Wattson, given that the latter was the owner of the casino. The Dwarf assumed that Wattson knew the ins and outs of the underground, considering his line of work could get a bit, messy. Unfortunately for the dwarf, Wattson wasn't one who cared for questioning, and this was cutting into business hours. Slowly the masked man's hands planted on the desk as he rose to his feet, leveling his eyes with the dwarf. If anyone paid attention to Wattson's hands, they'd see that they were exceptionally hairy, even furry.

    "First of all, I believe I told you to direct your questions to Bria. She's bound to know more about trade than I, given her work. Second of all, I have a f**king business to run. I don't have time for the cultists, and I don't have time for your little problems. So please, Kindly kick rocks dwarf, I've got better things to do."

    "Wattson's being really naughty, forgive him. Come this way Dwarfy, Bria's got what you need."

    The woman called to the attention of the Dwarf, hoping to alleviate the situation between him and Wattson. She didn't know the Dwarf, but she was well aware of the kind of man Wattson was, and would rather avoid such an altercation at this time. Should the Dwarf follow, he'd once again be brought with Sai. Both had questions, and Bria aimed to answer both.

    "Well to first answer your questions, I'll let you know how I know the information I'm about to tell you. I work in the service industry, and I have many many clients. I'm good at what I do, and I get my clients to open up to me. Discretion aside, I've heard about a few scandals concerning a cultist or two. All of which eventually end with the Cultist bolting with money or goods, and strange occurences have happened to our clients."

    "Long story short, we've confirmed that the Cultists work out of Santa Destroy."

    The mechanized male would interject, swiftly growing tired of all the verbal run around Bria partook in. She was known for being a bit of a tease, and she exhibited such in all aspects.

    Rude, Mr. Al. Just Rude. Anyway, as far as the slave trade is concerned, I don't know much more than simple rumors. There seems to be two cultists. Both claim the other is a fraud. One is named Miki and the other Geta. Miki claims Geta is a fraud who cons people out of their money and uses it to fund his underground cult. Geta Claims that Miki is a fraud who forces clients into bankruptcy and then forces them into indentured servitude. That's all I know, to find out more, we should head to Santa Destroy."

    "We?"

    "Yes, we. Like Wattson said, all this nonsense is bad for business. You gents are welcome to come along. I'll provide a means of travel to Santa Destroy. If you've anymore questions, we can cover them on the way. Later Wattson. Don't get too charged up here, but even if you do, I know a few things you can channel that energy into."

    Bria and the man named Al would take their leave from Wattson's office. She'd quickly make her way out of the casino, leaving Sai and Beowulf t to follow. Should they do so, they'd see Bria waiting in the alleyway for them, yet Mr. Al was not in sight. What they would see was Bria sitting atop a contraption of Spheres and Arm-like appendages. This makeshift seat would be the means of travel she spoke of. There would be a second seat for Sai, but not one for the Dwarf. He could choose to fly, or ride with one of the others. Once they were ready, they would begin their travel to Santa Destroy.

    "Now come on boys, don't keep a gal waiting. We've got places to go!"


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