Snowfall"So go the rumours, " agreed Miles. He chewed on another bite of his sandwich thoughtfully. "Hmm—what do you suppose we might be looking for? Gray cloaks showing up, maybe?"
Platypus!"Met a guy who claimed he was Council." Felix shifted his weight over to one elbow, to make it easier to lead a natural conversation. "Didn't seem like a warden, no cloak, and he wasn't even that much of an asshole, that's a bit unusual, wouldn't you say?" He grinned as he took a sip from his beer. His experiences with the Wardens hadn't been the worst, but he was no fan, not by a long shot.
Connoisseur of redheads"Wait a sec." Leo told the driver before getting out of the car and walking back towards the bodies of the gunmen. He gently nudged him with the tip of his shoe, then shot him in the head when he moved. re-holstering his sidearm, we briskly walked back to the cap and got in."Had to make sure" he said, as he tapped the cabbie on the shoulder and gave him directions.
Feeble Turtle DuckTim frowned but figured a discussion of necessity would be fruitless. His Mind worked hard about what he had seen with he Gunmen he had looked up. Torn out tongue...were did i read about this. the thought...
Connoisseur of redheadsLeo and his "companion" arrived at the Oblivion bar just as the evening rush was making it's way in, he had barely pulled his hand back after paying, before the cabbie hit the gas and sped out of the area; apparently there were things money couldn't but. "Let's go find your friend" Leo said as he walked through the door. On instinct, his eyes scanned the interior, looking for signs of the man who had left Watkins' store prior to the shooting. Seconds later, he spotted him sitting at a table with another man, walking towards them with something of a grin on his face, Leo pulled up a chair and sat down backwards. "Sorry to interrupt the date, but you and I have a few things to discuss; you can answer me here or I can drag your body out the door.
SnowfallMiles turned towards him with an eyebrow arched in surprise. "And hello to you too. Who might you be?"
Feeble Turtle DuckTim sighed and stepped besides Leo. "What he is trying to say is that we would like to discuss some occurrences and we would appeciate it if you would answer truthfully so that he..." he nodded to Leo "...might not be forced to resort to his preferred method of questioning. Which would make me...uneasy." And maybe he should get some therapeutic help. Always refferring to two men as a date just screams of repressed hom... he cut off that thought and looked at the unknown man. "I might be irritated that this whole country seems to be unable of the minuscule courtesy to introduce oneself before asking that."
edited 26th Jul '11 1:24:52 AM by 3of4
Platypus!Felix supressed a gulp, what was it with him and attracting the crazy lately? "You know, I learned this really cool trick here the other day." He said. "It's amazing how it makes people talk. It goes something like this." He pulled on his best mock-instructional 50's PSA voice when he continued. "Hello there. How are you? I've got something I'm keen on knowing, and I wondered if you can help me. You will? Gee Willikers, that's swell." He shrugged. "It's fairly newfangled though, so I understand how you guys haven't caught on yet."
edited 26th Jul '11 1:35:12 AM by slowzombie
SnowfallMiles gauged the two men warily. The tall one in the cloak was almost certainly a practitioner; the other one was probably not, but Miles recognized the arrogant stance of one not to be trifled with. He was careful not to meet their eyes as he weighed his choices carefully. "I'm Raster, " he said after a pause. "This is Felix, and by his manner of speech—" Miles jerked a finger at Leo "—I can only assume he's Gestapo."
Feeble Turtle DuckTim stared at Miles. He stared at him. "I do not find this kind of jokes amusing." He had heared to much of that particularly era not just in school but of the other German Wizards who had lived through that and whose stories had been terrifying...and he was not in the mood for it.
Snowfall"KGB, then, " said Raster, acknowledging his mistake with a nod. "Or Mukhabarat, or a gangland enforcer. Mind telling me what this is all about?"
Connoisseur of redheads"Ah, Mukhabarat; fun guys." Leo said with a smile. But that's another story, I'd like a few words with your friend here. We were having a conversation at Watkins', but he felt the need to slip out mid-sentence; gunmen showed up a few minutes later." he leaned forward and picked up one of the dinner knifes on the table, twirling it through his fingers while continuing the conversation. "If I were a betting man I'd say it was coincidence, but if you live long enough you'll know that that's a dirty word; mind explaining?"
Platypus!"Explain what?" Felix said. "Oh, I see." He said, tapping his forehead. "You believe I'm hired by whatever group sent gunmen after you to casually walk past Watkins' and sic goons on whoever happens to come by?" He laughed. "And I thought my current job was cushy. Seriously though, I had nothing to do with that, although I am glad I interpreted your presence as an unneccesary risk factor and got out of there."
Connoisseur of redheads"And yet here we are again." Leo said, "Now why were you at the emporium?"
Connoisseur of redheads"So you say." said Leo skeptically. Reaching into his jacket pocket he extracted a smart phone and began taking pictures of the individuals around him. "We'll be in touch." he said as he got up from the table and made his way to the bar.
Platypus!"Don't be a stranger, darling." Felix said, throwing an excessively flamboyant kiss after Leo before returning to his beer, offering no further commentary.
edited 26th Jul '11 8:09:12 AM by slowzombie
Connoisseur of redheadsWithout turning around, Leo raised a hand and gave him the finger. Landing himself into a seat, he began to go over the info he had acquired so far: mysterious death of a small celebrity, random strangers at the crime scene, gunmen trying to take him out, and what looked like Nicodemous; nothing that gave him solace. "Fuck it" he thought to himself, as he pulled out his phone and dialed his employer.
Feeble Turtle DuckTim looked after Leo and for a moment considering hexing his phone. Then he shrugged, sat beside the other two at the bar and pulled out his iron-clad book. Running through the pages where he kept reports and such helpfull information he finally found something about torn out tongues. Nicodemus? Whats that for a name...Order of the Black....."Oh SCHEIßE!"
edited 26th Jul '11 9:44:14 AM by 3of4
Platypus!Felix jumped in his chair, reaching for his power, which was odd to say the least, he never did that, most of the time he used it, it was pretty much subconscious. Also, he didn't have much experience in combat magic, barring a few times that built up under his cautious nature. "Jesus, man." He said, calming down rather quick. "I'm guessing you reached a cliffhanger?"
Feeble Turtle Duck..."We might have a slight problem on our hands..." Tim slowly said and then went on to explain whose Gunslingers exactly they had met.
Platypus!Felix took a deep chug of his beer, that did not sound pleasant. Not at all. "If you don't mind." He said eventually. "I'm going to file that one in under out of my league for further reference."
Snowfall"Blackened..." Raster looked very uncomfortable at that. "I've only heard passing references, horror stories and the like. That bad?"
Platypus!"Well, from what I hear they're more than a match for... you know who." Felix said, pulling his arms back, mimicking a Zombie T-Rex as well as he could while maintaining at least a modicum of dignity. "And that, by default puts them in my "someone's else problem"-file, if nothing else by necessity."
Feeble Turtle Duck"Suit yourself. I for one do not believe that they will A. leave us alone and B. doing something that should be ignored. I will at least try to find out more. And afterwards I will call in the Warden if neccessary. Warden Ramirez is good friends with Warden Dresen so..." he shrugged. After a moment he added "And if I remember correctly Vegas has a very complete set of a Gigantosaurus" he smirked and burrowed himself again in his Book.
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