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iloveyouDIE rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 6 (1-6)
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 Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 6:19 am
"s**t." Bix muttered as Taym ended up with two guards on his tail. A third was brought in to view by the clattering of cans and he almost walked right into Bix's back as he watched his partner's struggle.
When it rains... it pours.
[[Sneak 2/4]]
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iloveyouDIE rolled 2 12-sided dice:
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Total: 11 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 6:21 am
Thankfully Bix had spent several years learning close combat to compensate for his weapon. He sucker punched his guard straight in the nose...
[[Dmg: 5]]
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iloveyouDIE rolled 2 12-sided dice:
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Total: 13 (2-24)
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 6:22 am
..and then choked him out.
"Shhh.. shhh.." Bix whispered helpfully.
[[Dmg: 7]]
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iloveyouDIE rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 2 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 6:29 am
Bix gave Taym a silent thumbs up after he'd stashed his unconscious guard behind a pile of spare pallets. He stepped over him and advanced.
[[Sneak 3/4]]
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iloveyouDIE rolled 1 6-sided dice:
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Total: 3 (1-6)
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 6:36 am
 They totally got this. [[ Sneak 4/4 ]]
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 7:08 am
Taym was wiping the blood off his gloves, looking irate, and he knuckled his eyelids exhaustedly. "Jesus Christ," he whispered. "Well, that went ******** smoothly." Zoobey KING SNEAKERS wow i cannot believe
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Posted: Mon Feb 03, 2014 7:56 am
Bix danced through an open space to where Taym was and crouched beside him. "Didn't expect to portal right into a bunch of guards to be honest." He whispered softly. They'd taken enough guys out that the others were a safe distance away. He had flashbacks to his childhood, playing metal gear solid on his playstation. The idea of Taym hiding under a cardboard box as a disguise was just too amusing.
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 2:09 am
"About as smoothly as haywire robots in a porcelain doll factory," a voice agreed. He seemed like a pretty cordial guy, seated on the steps of the stairs in a grey coat. Wrapped around his neck was a pendant with a dragon, curled into a circle. He flipped the exact same weapon that had immobilized Maebe and wore the exact face of the wielder. "Do you have a second?"
Several more guards appeared around Taym and Bix, armed with weapons. Runic weapons.
Dagger guy made an gun shape with his free hand, mimicking blowing Bix's brains out. "We have a client coming and they really, really want to talk to you so hang tight okay. It'll okay take a second." Taym got the smug smile. "How's work been treating you these days?"
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 2:17 am
Taym closed his eyes, but only for an instant. It was too risky to leave them closed longer than that. He neither summoned nor made any move to try and escape: he just answered. "Just trying to stay afloat," he said dully, with resignation. "You know how it is. I hope I didn't cause you too much grief with the higher-ups last time." He sincerely did. If he hadn't, this might possibly be easier, or at the very least less personal. "Tell me it's Miss Saunders," he added, with a tired little bark of a laugh. "I think we were really hitting it off."
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Posted: Tue Feb 04, 2014 6:12 am
Bix jolted slightly when the voice came. He, of course, didn't know this guy but Taym seemed to be on point with the conversation. Who was Miss Saunders? Who was this guy? Really Bix couldn't much care. This was his friend's mission. He'd be happy to stay quiet and peer out from his hood. Mina hissed defensively in his mind, not liking to be surrounded, and though Bix was attempting to look relaxed, he was as tense as he could be and hoped if they all sprung on him at once that he'd at least get in a few good shots.
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Posted: Wed Feb 05, 2014 11:54 pm
A vehicle pulled down the driveway dock bare moments later. It was indeed Mrs Saunders, who stepped out - a pristine lady in her mid fourties perhaps, startlingly quite in shape, a mature transition to seniority, unlike typical images of household mothers and aging wives.
"Hello Taym, it is nice to see you again." She clearly and obviously emphasized his name and then turned to Bix conversationally. "And this is another accomplice, hopefully he's a rather reliable bodyguard. I brought the negotiation your boss has agreed on," she nodded, and a large silver briefcase was placed next to her, locked, "the problem is we had a deal. This is a business negotiation and if the client cannot offer what was discussed then the deal is canceled, contract terminated." She gave a small sigh. "Unless one of you two have the correct collateral, that was, six million USD as negotiated, I am afraid I will have to sell this to another more interested buyer. You can tell your boss that nothing has been resolved."
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 12:14 am
Some time ago Taym had mentally composed a little tune that he hadn't had a reason to sing to himself for a while, that went something like: <******** ******** Caelius, ******** Caelius, ******** Caelius ********, burn in hell forever. It was suddenly and inexplicably inserted into his subconscious the moment the MILF Hot Mom used his name, and acted as a soundtrack for whatever was about to happen next. He hesitated, considering and discarding many possible routes of action and trying not to think too hard about Maebe's screams which had become permanently etched in his memory and which had formed the backdrop to many nightmares since the last time he'd been out in the field. He made a motion of his hand to Bix that said clearly: "Hold your fire." Not that Bix was making any moves to the contrary, but a public gesture might be appreciated. If all else failed they had the explosive, they had the pendant; his hand was resting casually against the strap of his bag and he could move, he wagered, faster than anyone else here except Bix. But that would be a critical failure, and in any case, he reasoned, his job was intel, and it was damn certain that no one else was giving him any. He'd talk. And if anyone made any sudden moves, he'd signal Bix and get the hell out of there. "Miss Saunders. Can I call you Mary, since we're apparently on a first name basis? My father was an accountant," he added, struggling to keep his voice neutral, "and he told me once that when a business acquaintance who's always used your last name is suddenly on friendly terms, it's a sign that they're about to deliver news that'll make the shareholders cry. I would hate to give the wrong impression." With a winning grin, he attempted to indicate the briefcase without making any too-sudden movements. "Who says we're not interested? We're exercising reasonable professional caution." It was down to a question of how well Hot Mom could sniff out bullshit.
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Posted: Thu Feb 06, 2014 6:36 am
Bix was filing the information away in his disposable mental file. It was disposable because it seemed very much to be Death business and he had no doubt that this scenario had been orchestrated by Caelius. He was Taym's 'boss' after all. Which meant there was some level of 'shut up, do it, and then forget it ever happened you sun division monkey' to the mission. He'd slowly come to realize he shouldn't resist being grouped in as a bruiser now that he was in Sun. He'd come to Deus as a psuedo-nerd with drive to succeed and success in his division meant being strong and being able to fight. When Mrs. Saunders called him a bodyguard he almost smiled, nothing more than a ghost of a smirk. He'd been unsure of his role here besides being backup, but he was happy to now have a title to the role he was playing. He let his shoulders slump deceptively when his companion raised a hand, taking the acting cue perfectly. Plus what was cooler than an albino body guard. It was the like Matrix or something. Taym would be the Faceman of their little A-Team and he could be a pale-a** B.A. Baracus.
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 4:33 pm
Mary just smiled and smoothed her Hot Mom silver hair behind her shoulders. "That's still six million dollars, which your boss owes me. I just need a yes or no answer really. Yes and we stay, no and we leave. It really would be such a shame if you gave the wrong impression before you even made a decision."
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Posted: Fri Feb 07, 2014 4:55 pm
"My boss would have my head on the chopping block if I went back to him with nothing but a locked briefcase and someone else's word that they'd done what they'd said. He's a mistrustful guy. As I'm sure you know."
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