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 Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2021 1:06 pm
RP OF BASHMU PREPARING WITH SxS TO GET INFORMATION REGARDING THE LEADER OF THE SHIELD FOR JACKIE'S ASSASSINATION ATTEMPT.
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2021 1:26 pm
  
So many places to search and yet nothing really came to the male. Granted, Bashmu didn't do any true searching, just chatting up women and occasionally asking if they knew something about the place which only ended up with a confusing look as if he was speaking Greek. It didn't matter though, the male would keep on and think about the device that was used to get them there in the first place. His side piece. This would drive the male to go to a church in which, given the previous events one would think that he would see the irony in the situation. Yet, he did not see any damage at all with his actions.. While Bashmu found it strange the woman wanted to go to a church service, it wasn't anything odd per say. It wouldn't be anything to set alarm to Bashmu that this place was not as it seems. “You know, when you said that you had some sins that you needed to confess about I truly thought we was roleplaying... I wasn't expecting an actual church.” Bashmu commented lazily. It was the side piece, his favorite one that had resented him. She was filled with resentment for her actions and the reason she was taking Bashmu was that she felt he was the main cause. She wasn't wrong, but she decided to cheat on her husband. He just reaping the benefits.
Coming up to the church, it was nothing special and Bashmu honestly could not believe he was wasting his time with this, but deep down he figured if she was to be happy again then the ultimate thrill performing major taboo acts within the eyes of the lord would be an ultimate payoff. BASHY!!! COME ON. Confessional going to be starting soon Bashmu would here her plead while having an annoyed tone behind her voice. He would shift his eyes away, looking towards the church then back at her. “I mean, you can always confess to me. I am a god you know. Hydra is at your service” Bashmu commented simply but she wasn't taking it. WHY...WHY DON'T YOU LOVE ME? YOU ALWAYS DO THIS....Anytime you wanna do something. It's all fine which always leads me to just nothing but adding to my sins but yet when I wanna do something to help both of us you always shoot it down. she would whine, starting to make a scene. Bashmu wasn't one to care. People could stare. It was whatever. Yet, as she grew louder, acting as if he was murdering her, he would concede. Not like he had anything better to do. Well, he did once Oberon showed up. b]“Fine. Whatever.” he hissed, following the woman inside.
Inside, they would come across a woman that was praying and it immediately caught Bashmu eyes thanks to the outfit that she was wearing that hugged her curves just right and the fact the woman appeared to be taller. His check boxes were already filled. “Well well wells, I might have to make this my new place of worship. ” He commented before sending a message to Oberon to meet him at the church. As he waited for the new hire, he would continue simp over a nun.
NPC LEVEL: 2.00
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Posted: Sun Oct 17, 2021 3:51 pm
  Oberon finishing up his shower in his new apartment, a much more lavish place than where Kesshin had been staying. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around his waist. He had already made precautions as to why Kesshin would have a new place that was a bit more spacious and luxurious but honestly having to keep up this facade was exhausting. Oberon wiped the foggy mirror glass staring at himself in the mirror, at Kesshin's face, "I suppose this is the price I have to pay for now... until the day comes where we have to come to an agreement, or settle this 'property dispute' once and for all." His helmet perched next to the mirror he picked it up and gave it a once over glance, "For now, he's clearly not ready, and it would be a waste if he found out what I've been doin in his absence... good-natured fool." He didn't like to look into Kesshin's affairs but he had to. To be frank, he couldn't tell which he hated more; to be able to view the experiences that Kesshin underwent in real time, or having lapses in his memory like Kesshin. Going to sleep was always a gamble as well, Oberon would never know once he closed his eyes if he would still be in control, when or what situation would snap him back into control if he wasn't. At least he protected the nature of his job with the terms of agreement he set. That reminded him, he was supposed to be getting contacted some time soon about a mission, something about intel collection. Oberon opened his bathroom door letting the rest of the steam he went over and set his helm by his suitcase. Going into his drawer to clothe himself. Just as he did saw a light on his helmet flash on the lower left-hand side. "Hm..." checking his scroll he saw that he had an unknown msg that was blank. He tapped on the message which prompted him for a passcode, putting it in and going into it he saw the time for the job was now, Bashmu had need of his services. With that Oberon got dressed and fastened his helmet before replying to the message, "Got it." Grabbing his suitcase he slung it over his back and made his way for the designated location, "Time to get to work."
Making his way to the church, Oberon took a glance at it from a rooftop from afar. It wouldn't make sense for a masked man to just be hanging around a church. Oberon hated drawing nosy people around him and he hated it more when they asked him questions, so he would just avoid all that until he had to deal with it. "Bein around a church just rubs me the wrong way anyway." He wondered why this was the place Bashmu wanted to meet in the first place, "That guy definitely ain't the religious church-goer type. Gettin to know him from our previous interactions... ugh, he's probably chasin some skirts or somethin... I certainly hope he didn't call me to be his wingman; then again thinkin about it now, thats not really his style either is it?" Oberon pulled out his scroll after a bit of contemplation, "I'll be on a rooftop a little northwest of the church. Waiting around the front entrance of a church sounds like a pain."
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Posted: Wed Oct 20, 2021 7:02 am
Bashmu made no intention to hide his looking at all. Truthfully, it was probably the most obvious gaze in the world. The woman before him even with such covered clothing was unable to hinder the beauty that she was displaying. In fact, the gamble of it all made the challenge more satisfyingly for the addict. He would pay no mind to the old lady that was leaving from her session with the nun. It would appear she was quite popular. Bashmu never seen someone relieved as the old lady was after a session in a church. Then again, Bashmu didn't see many churches at all. As he continued to gaze, his eye sight would be hindered by the woman who brought him here. She would run up to the woman almost in a pleading tone asking for help. The fact that she folded so quickly onto the ground in desperation was a new one. Was he truly doing this much damage to these women? Did Bashmu truly care? No, he did not. The woman would start her confessional immediately but was not able to get a coherent sentence from her lips that would make sense. This caused Bashmu to step in.
“She is trying to say she needs help. She does not know what to do at home. She feels the connection with her husband cannot be fix and she cannot quit the addiction she has with cheating with other men. It is causing a financial strain and a mental one onto her. She is wondering if somehow she can gain mental fortitude to make a decision.” Deciphering for the woman, Bashmu almost burst in tears from laughter. She really was this desperate about someone who barely made 3 figures? “You was really serious about this huh?” He commented as he looked down at the woman. It was honestly a sad sight to see but she put herself in this situation. Bashmu never once gave the impression he was someone that was going to stay. Nor did he give off the impression that he was going to be faithful. This was just someone that was ignorant of all the signs in front of her.
“Speaking of confessional sister. Why don't we go back and I can show you what a true god can do. It's difficult watching you slave away......with that figure over something that is artificial” The Hydra was feeling himself but he had no other plans in this. Had to start off strong. Surely he probably was going to get a weird look but Bashmu wasn't going to play the long game. Pretend like he needed saving? Yeah, he not getting burned by some water. “May I asked, when was the last time...you been able to call out his name outside of a Church setting? If too long, I can certainly give your body a baptism worthy of your assets...Or could just make it a white wedding~”
Before he could continue he would receive a message. Sighing, he would quickly slither away to the waiting spot Kesshin was awaiting. OR was it Oberron. Honestly...did it matter? It probably was Oberron though as Bashmu did not know his real name. Making it to the spot, he looked at him with annoyed look. ¨I was in the middle of getting some holy booty...no matter. I guess we can get started. Know anything about poisons?¨
NPC LEVEL: 2.00
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Posted: Thu Oct 21, 2021 8:21 pm
Oberon laid on the ground of the roof, staring at nothing in the sky, one foot kicking the air as it rested on his kneecap. He was in no particular rush, after all he didn't really know the details of why he was here but when the boss comes calling he generally comes walking. He heard foot steps coming to the roof so he assumed it was Bashmu, and well he was right. He seemed half bothered half not, "Huh? Well don't mind me, you know I just go with the flow of the 'plan' and all that." Oberon was getting paid either way, if he had to watch Bashmu chase tail all he could care less. Responding to his other question Oberon sat up, "Poison? I mean, I'm no expert but I know it varies in Grimm species and Faunus as well. Like you, you're a serpent or something. I've heard you call yourself or go by the title hydra, so I assume you concoct poison as well?" It was just an odd question to ask, he didn't deal in that type of warfare. Personally, Oberon thought it cowardly to have an opponent keel over from poison without the thrill of hunt, the rush of the fight. "Potency, internal, external all that. Why? You're trying to steal a formula for a formidable poison or something? Maybe with a bit more detail hmm?" Oberon could speculate all he wanted but in order for things to go smoothly he would prefer Bashmu give him the details, but ultimately that was up to Bashmu.
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Posted: Fri Oct 22, 2021 3:06 pm
His assumptions made Bashmu laugh. A hearty laugh escaped his lips as his tongue flicked in the air. It was a good assumption and to be honest if he could secrete poison that would be something totally awesome and lovely to be able to do on command. Unfortunately, this was not the case at all. ¨I see you have me wrong. I guess it because of how open I am. My last name is literally Hydra. Far as faunus you are correct. I do not secrete poison but I do something different. Something more for tracking. Which means, even if you cross me...no matter what you do... I can hunt you down¨ He commented before his eyes glowed a mighty violet. They would begin to simmer in hue as he continued on. ¨Steal a formula? Possibly. I curious on something I heard. A poison that is able to take out an experienced huntsmen who one of the strongest in Vale but yet a hospital visit was able to save 2 others. Why could the hospital not save the huntsmen? Been too long? Too much aura lost? See, poisons suck because there is so much variability to them.¨ He explained before playing with the dice piece connected into his hair clip. ¨It actually annoying that someone would go to such lengths just because they scared to fight fair. At least, that is how I see things. I could be wrong. Fights mean use whatever you got¨ Bashmu seemed lost. As if he was at a witts end. Pacing back and forth on the roof, he needed information but he was too well known to the a*****e to get close. Looking over at Oberron, an idea formed. ¨YOU!!! You aint s**t!" He commented with a slight excitement. ¨NO one knows who you truly are...not yet at least.. You a mystery.. it is Known you are about the money..not a coorperation or group.¨
Quickly he would produce a card with a number on it. It was golden and had letters that was in a foreign language. One not many be able to read. Bashmu had to get it translated. ¨I need you to make a deal with the devil. Tell me, what happens when the commissioner of your contract dies? Does the contract ends as well?" He asked curiously. ¨Nevermind that...arrange a meeting for MR. ~Redacted~ of the shield." He would wait. He was not going to answer any questions just yet. Bashmu also seemed to be in a hurry for Oberron to do it, but why have him ....make connections. What did he want?
NPC LEVEL: 2.00
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Posted: Wed Oct 27, 2021 3:47 pm
Upon learning that Hydra was merely his last name Oberon frowned behind his mask, "Thats a bit disappointing, they say in mythology the poison of a hydra was one of the deadliest. Then again I guess with the business you do and how you... hm, corrupt women and society I guess you are a poison in your own right boss. And don't worry about me, its regrettable but I have to wait for you to break our contract first before I can ever think about breaking you or double-crossing you." He patted his suitcase, he seemed to carry it wherever he went but hadn't gotten to use it for a bit since he started this new contract. Bashmu continued with more on the mission but from the sounds of it, it sounded like recon, "Hm, I won't disagree with you there, poison is such a hassle to deal with. But wouldn't it have been easier to just get the data report on the deceased Huntsman? To get a better idea of what the poison is capable whether or not it is a dud?" Oberon watched Bashmu patiently waiting for him to sort his thoughts and his plan only taking his eyes off of him every now and then to look out towards the city.
Bashmu finally gathering his thoughts blurted out what Oberon took to be a compliment... while still simultaneously being somewhat of an insult. There Oberon stood, rubbing the back of his hooded helmet with one hand, while the other attached itself to his hip. He was going to speak but he chose to let Bashmu finish his thought, "I take it people don't like you for your use of language..." It was true that Oberon had only a reputation of getting the job done and no allegiances... well, until now, but that didn't mean people liked him especially if he was the one screwing them over. It was only ever business, never anything personal but people always made it as such, "A deal with the devil?" Oberon thought he had done that when he set up this contract. Oberon was about to go into details regarding what were to happen if the owner of the contract died but it didn't seem like Bashmu really wanted to hear it and Oberon slightly exasperated by one jump in topic to another wasn't going to go back to it while trying to understand what role Bashmu wanted him to play in this little excursion. Oberon let out a breath of annoyance as he took the card of "Mr. ~REDACTED~ of the shield" looking at it for a moment he pulled out his scroll. Oberon dialed in a sequence of numbers before actually dialing the number; a process he used similar to the way he kept his msgs, calls and other related scroll data encrypted and private from the waking eyes of Kesshin, for Kesshin's sake and his own. The call would be from either an unknown number or a randomly generated number, if it was someone's actual number, it wasn't his problem. The phone rang and whoever it was, was stupid enough to pick it up; Oberon not having any context of what he was asking for turned away from Bashmu as he talked, "I'm making a business call... The matter of how is not important. What's important is I have it, and if have it then you must know I'm not some common filth on the bottom of the scummy boots that tread around Vale." Oberon's voice was calm yet there was certain heaviness too it that exerted his dominance almost as if he was a king, "So lets talk business... in person." Oberon set the time, not to far from now but not to close; he left the place of choice up to Mr. ~REDACTED~ repeating it for Bashmu to hear. Once the call ended he turned to Bashmu, "All done boss, now are ya gonna fill me in or is it a surprise? Big tip, I don't like surprises, it was in the contract." Oberon's voice sounded as though he was joking about the last part... he definitely wasn't.
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Posted: Fri Oct 29, 2021 8:23 am
¨A poison sting or tail would do no good in comparison to my charm, but that just me.¨ He commented with a smirk. He took it as a compliment how he could dominate and control people. Especially women. Slaves to the eyes of a Hydra, but yet those of his family never took it far enough. Hearing that the contract had to be broken for a double cross was a relief in itself , but did Oberon really want to deal with Bashmu should of been the real question. HE could be soft and just like a lot of women...or Bashmu could be way worse than his skirt chasing shows. Bashmu was leaving him in the dust. He had ideas and they needed to be executed. ¨People don´t like me for many reasons but my tongue is the thing that gives me most compliments¨ Another smile came over his lips. Reluctant or not Oberon took his deal and would make the call. Hearing the man behind the mask announce the location at Phoxuria. PERFECTION!! Though Oberon definitely was not the master of the phone. He felt maybe he had a secretary that dealt with these situations. With everything set, he would almost forget to include Oberon in on the deal.
¨Listen,. Just trust me. You don´t like surprises. This is not a surprise. This is just an extra job for you¨, he started before stretching.. ¨Fine. We going to get information that we can. You gonna talk to him. See what he has to offer and then we going to jump him. Can´t kill him, but if we can extract some of his poison out into a vial to study. ¨ HE explained more in detail. ¨All I have for now. Later we just going to wing it.. When you get the signal you will know it time to fight. Lets get going. NO need keep him waiting right?
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NPC LEVEL: 2.00
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Posted: Mon Nov 08, 2021 7:00 pm
Trust? Trust was generally in the contract, just the job. Finally Bashmu decided just to let him in on it. With clarity Oberon picked up his weapon case and slung it over his back. With a low agitated sigh he began the trek, "You got it boss." Seems like these guys were trying to kill someone who could give them problems, but Oberon couldn't help but wonder if anyone tried to come after this guy for his poison, they couldn't be the first, and if that was the case, Oberon also wondered if this guy tried to monopolize his own poison. Oberon thought about asking him who he planned to use this poison on but upon a second thought it was probably better he didn't know, he would not be involved in poisoning anyone or concocting it for future use.
Arriving at the destination a bit earlier, the area was surrounded by taller buildings. Seemingly just a parking lot; it was dimly lit, seemingly not a place many people frequented this time of night, "Typical place for shady business practices." He turned to Bashmu before entering the lot fully, "I guess you have plenty of places to play hide and seek." Oberon began to walk in, "Well have fun, but don't keep me waiting. I'm not really interested in what this guy has to offer." At the very least his face was covered to mask his disinterest. He would now wait for the man to arrive to their little "ambush".
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Posted: Sat Nov 27, 2021 3:38 pm
Bashmu had a hunch. He just needed to know if it was true or not. Making it to the location when asked about hiding Bashmu laughed." I mean probably. I just honestly going to be chilling until it's time. Ambush is not really what we going for. I just need for him to trust you and get good information. Obviously, it shouldn't be hard. I am sure you are a ...man who can talk his way out of anything. " With that, he would leave. An hour would pass before the arrival. The man was late. The area was staked out similar to that of night stalkers, but these people were more militant in attire. The man who would appear before Oberon would have his hood over his face and would walk straight up to the man. "You are the one?" He would ask Oberon. He didn't bother looking around to see anyone else was in the parking lot. "I imagined you was a lot taller... maybe less green...." He commented as he would wait. "So...assassination. You good?"
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NPC LEVEL: 2.00
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Posted: Sat Jan 01, 2022 1:41 pm
Oberon assumed Bashmu was taking another jab at his interpersonal skills but Oberon would just let it go, "I'll get him back later." After some time the man would appear, not bein a real fan of showing his face, which at least Oberon could respect. "Well looks can be deceivin, but I let my work speak for itself." Oberon still held on to his weapon case. At the mention of an assassination Oberon nodded, "Yes, I do handle those. Discreet or not; name your terms, the target, and any other information you think may prove useful in handlin said target if possible, such as frequent locations and semblance powers. Unless you need me to gather that info myself, that'd cost extra." Oberon would forgo the usual about pulling out his contract for the man, as he probably had no intention of carrying out this assassination unless prompted to do so by Bashmu. Oberon looked at the militants around him, "But I don't think that would be hard for man such as yourself, judgin by the company you keep. Once I have that information we can discuss the matter of my payment." Depending on the hassle and or how popular said target would be would determine much, especially if there was a risk of Oberon being further brought out into the limelight. After all Oberon did cherish his discretion and privacy.
Oberon hoped Bashmu would be getting whatever he needed from this guy, seeing how Oberon maybe be affectively building a small bridge just to potentially burn it. Bashmu's relationship with the man doesn't seem to be the most ideal seeing as how he isn't the one standing here but Oberon is. Or maybe they were underground rivals of the sort, though Oberon supposed it didn't really matter at this point.
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