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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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 Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 5:01 pm
"because you are strong like her. THATS what scares me. I had a plan to deal with that Roan."
Dagoth stared holes at her, he wished he could summon the strength to stand but it had ran from him. He knew if he did stand the first thing he would do would be to feed, the pirate didnt want that he didnt need that.
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Posted: Fri Jun 22, 2012 5:10 pm
"Heh. Im stronger, I promise you. If it'd been me... I would have dealt with your city personally, not goaded you into doing it for me. You know I don't work her way. You know I'm not her.
You're scared of slavery. And for some reason, you think that's what my blood is. Fair enough. SO tell me what your plan was, Atlantean. And how you plan to stay here, where you SHOULD be according to you, knowing that 1. I will push your buttons regularly because it's part of the plan, 2. I get into a LOT of trouble which will include me being injured sporadically and you likely encountering that and 3. you've had the addiction once and will be well enough armed to TAKE it again, should you wish to do so. Oh, and 4. My childer is also on site, bearing my blood, and easier to take on than me."
She occasionally licked a new, slow running line of vitae from her wrist, but still hadn;t closed the wound, or moved. She didn't intend to make this easy for him. He wanted out, he'd have to go past her and her blood. Otherwise... it was stay and answer questions time.
Interestingly, this was the first time she had openly mentioned Corbin's new relation to her to anyone save Jan, though of course Dagoth may well not realise it was Corbin to whom 'childer' referred.
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 4:06 am
"Least you've been honest with me from the start. I.....I....was taking that as it came. Just let me work Roan, please."
Dagoth began to pull some rifles from the wall, moving below the rack to grab two boxes of ammunition, moving back to where he got the hand gun picking it along with another box of ammo. He couldn't look at her when he grabbed the kit he needed, before stopping throwing it into a duffle bag along with some webbing to hold it all.
"You're giving me what I asked for aren't you....."
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 4:10 am
"Yup."
She'd stopped licking her arm now, mostly because she'd closed the wound up once he'd gotten over things enough to start gearing up despite her antics.
"Exposure therapy works, trust me. If I'd done that the first week you were here, you'd have tried to kill me. Now, you merely shout a bit and get over it. I told you I wasn't going to let up on you until I completed the task I set out to. You still have a long way to go, and you asked for all of this."
She was smirking, something not unusual for her, and aggravating as a matter of course. Unlike Dagoth, she was old and remembered ALL of it, and thus... was not a nice person and knew it. Then again, she had three mentally screwed up men in her house at present and sanity seemed in short supply all round.
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 4:39 am
"You can never just have us sit in a room, and complain alot can you. We strays...."
Dagoth grabbed the duffel bag up again walked over to Roan, his bare feet slapping against the floor. He place a hand on Roan's shoulder and looked into her eyes for the first time in the last few hours of conversation. The walls were inside of him were crumbling from her assault, he wanted to show her that.
"Thanks.....boss. I do have one question for ya. The ******** is up with the angsty irish ******** would laugh after speaking, for him most of rest had been spent listing to the noise of the house. Tracking its coming and going, his skills as a navigator and that ships hunter/tracker were in his opinion getting dulled. The practise had helped, whilst he could sense Nines coming and going, the irish one corbin, he screamed through the mansion and him appear calm.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 4:45 am
"I told you my childer was on site."
Her single sentance answered the question, though not entirely honestly, or fuly. alf Corbin's problems were inside of him and nothing to do with her, but it wouldn't hurt to let Dagoth assume her bloodline was what made Corbin so.... noisy... to the senses, seeing as the ex-pirate was already leery of her vitae. She certainly had no intentions of diclosing exactly who was living inside the kid after all.
"Remember, Dagoth, that I never claimed to be nice. Effective... but not nice"
Patting his hand on her shoulder before she disengaged, she headed towards the armoury exit, intending to close it up now he was armed.
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 5:05 am
Dagoth would silently follow Roan out of the room, he would take the weapons up to his room and begin preparing himself for the up coming operation by his count Nines would be waiting for him when he was done. It was a ritual he would look forward to.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 11:39 am
In truth, Nines needed five minutes, tops, to see himself appropriately equipped for the task at hand. His estimation of an hour took into account more than just material preparation. For the first forty-five minutes of his prep time he was seated on the floor, thumbing through the PDA. His eyes raced over the information presented to him, drinking in the faces and habits of those he was being sent to kill. Layouts, plans, people...he was acquainting himself with every facet of the mission he could.
Near the end, when he was sure he had gleaned as much as he could. From the information he had he began to make the selection of his equipment. Handguns, knives, ammunition, and a few other more specialized bits and pieces stashed in a carrier bag. With five minutes until he had claimed to be ready for the op, he slung the bag over his shoulder and left for the main foyer.
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 12:40 pm
Dagoth hit his room throwing the duffel bag on the bed, he pulled out the PDA clicking the audio play mode. He listened intently as it played out all the details it held, paying close attention to the description of the buildings. He would request measurements of the rooms, height and year of build when there was a pause in the speech. Walking to his dresser the pirate pulled out some of his gear, he grabbed some heavy brown canvas pants and his old beaten doc martin boots. He ran a hand through his hair as he grabbed the webbing and holsters, it took him a few minutes to fit it tightly to his chest and legs.
Dagoth fitted the ammunition and the handgun he picked, walking over to his satchel he paused for a moment before pulling the bag open again. He attached the short word to behind his left shoulder blade, he reached in pulling out a rectangle box he threw it in the duffel bag. Grabbing the bag and his red leather jacket Dagoth headed into the lobby to await Nines.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 12:46 pm
From where he stood in the foyer, Nines watched Dag descend the stairs. The pirate seemed to be ready; that much at least was good. Nines himself stood clad in function but plain apparel: a black shirt that clung close to his lean frame, a pair of camo patterned pants with ample space in the form of pockets and pouches. His jacket was slung over his shoulder, a light garment meant more to preserve modesty than any real military purpose. It would conceal the light webbing that carried the spare magazines that ran along his ribs. Nothing would obscure the thigh holstered sidearm, though, nor would the heft of his carrier bag go easily unnoticed if anyone had cause to investigate his person.
Straightening his bandanna, Nines nodded to Dag.
Ready to roll, hero boy?
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 1:01 pm
"Born ready Max, do you wana mono-log first or shall we just jump right into the planning?"
The pirate nodded at the merc before him, he yawned slightly placing the duffel down on the floor throwing his jacket on top of it. The pirate had left his PDA in his room, the information had been committed to his memory so he felt no need to remember it. He would wait for Nines to start some planning, the pirate was interested to hear his thought.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 1:13 pm
We're looking at a two story warehouse, larger first story than second, with the offices on the second. Access points are internal except for the windows.
Nines didn't grace Dag with a retort, preferring to instead to jump straight into his thoughts.
The hard drive's on the second floor. Take the rooftop to enter through the window quietly and nick the drives. We take those first, so nobody can get smart and pull the plug when the shooting begins. From there, move out and start dealing with the locals, KoS mark on the primaries, and hold off on the secondaries unless they start s**t. Your thoughts?
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Dagoth DeSeer Vice Captain
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 1:30 pm
"Similar, except you look.....swifter than me. So I propose you drop in on the roof make your way to get the drives, me I don't do subtle. Frontal assault and before you get all 'hero' on me. I have no intention of throwing my life away, my hide is tough and it gives us an opportunity to see what kind of sabbat we have. This will draw some fire onto you post grabbing the drives, but if we time it right my assault can begin just as you get hold of the drives. Giving you moments to place any traps etc, I do have a question for Roan though..."
He was sure that his plan would get a lot s**t from the Merc but then again Dagoth's plans always did. He liked the direct approach, the quickest way was a straight line but he knew that the drives came first. Which is why he wanted to go stealth then loud moments after each other, the other advantage was that it created chaos and a to tier assault.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 1:42 pm
"And what question would that be?"
No indication she was about, no sound to her approach, just a sudden voice from the railing above, where she leant on the balcony, still save for the odd blink of her eyes and movement of her lips.
It was unclear how long she'd been there... it was entirely possible the pair had each passed her without noting when they first came downstairs.
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Posted: Sat Jun 23, 2012 1:55 pm
While the sudden phone call from the woman he had been doing odd jobs for on and off for the last few months was far from unwelcome; the tone and vague seriousness she spoke with, along with lack of details, was putting Will on edge. So, the address punched up on his SatNav and a heavy weapons crate stuffed into the back of the truck he used for missions such as these, Will made his way towards the DeSeer estate; mind rapidly playing over the short conversation he and the mistress of his favorite bar had had, searching carefully for any clues he could have missed.
Pulling up on the entrance gates to the estate, Will would bring the truck to a stop before opening his door and stepping out; glancing about for and sort of security camera before pulling out his cell phone and dialing Roan's number.
"Hey, if the invitation is still open, I'm here for the job you mentioned earlier on. You should be able to spot me waiting at the front gate if you have any kind of security cams out here."
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