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 Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 4:10 am
๑۩۞۩๑ Story: ๑۩۞۩๑ The Industrial Revolution lead to an explosion of knowledge and invention in the way of steam powered technology. Science ,and weaponry, is at its peak. No longer are only the seas filled with ships, but so are the skies, airships of all shapes and sizes populate them. Pirates of the ocean have since migrated to the air. It is the ultimate freedom, or so it would seem. The imperial government treats the sky like land and flying into prohibited airspace results in immediate termination and/or arrest. On land and air old ideals still hold true, most men are gentlemen and women are ladies, etiquette is valued above all else. Some members of society remain with their beliefs that science is the work of the devil, but they are soon left behind. Aristocrats pour more and more of their money into the development of new, exciting things such as planes, trains, and automobiles. The Queen herself is an avid believer in the support of science, but is unaware of the growing lust for power through technology amongst her peers.
Madame Genoveve Paisely is one of these greed mongers. She begins experiments that far exceed the current level of technology, ones that present danger to herself, her workers, and the state. The imperial guard step in before things can go too far, and Paisely's experimentation license is revoked. Of course, for a woman with a deadly obsession, it doesn't stop her for very long. The guard catch wind of an underground area where Paisley has continued her drastic experiments, but this time, they arrive too late - an explosion has demolished the place, and taken the lives of everybody inside, including Paisley herself.
The Queen's birthday ends with a bang, in the form of a minor explosion which, in its wake, leaves a note for Her Highness.
Mme.
I hope you now realise it was wrong to stifle such a mind as mine. What kind of monarchy refuses to explore the full potential of the science that could very well give them complete, unequivocal reign over Britain - over the world? Only one ruled by a coward.
Let this be a warning. You have no idea what I am capable of.
G.P.
[[This Rp is sandbox style, ever changing, ever flowing. There is a storyline I would like to be followed, but, you are free to do as you please.
The storyline will revolve around the capture of Madame Geneveve Paisley, though, she is quite wile.]]
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 4:11 am
๑۩۞۩๑ The Law ๑۩۞۩๑
LITERACY: Everyone has their own ideas of literacy nowadays, so I'll sum up what I'm looking for. You need to be imaginative, have a good grasp of grammar, and the ability to at least write two paragraphs each post. I do not want posts that are two pages in length and full of absolute drivel, there's a fine line between being literate and then just being boring. Then again, I also don't want to see posts that are bland and simple, we do want to know what your character is thinking.
GAIA TOS: Follow it.
DEDICATION & RESPECT: Don't apply and vanish. Simple as that. Don't complain, be rude, or mean, to anybody in this roleplay. If you have a problem, take it to PMs or private messenger.
FONTS: Need to be size 10-11. I am vain and enjoy pretty posts, but nothing over the top, please.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 4:19 am
~ It's The End Of The World As We Know It ~
Settings:
Set in the 19th century, the world took a different turn that what we have grown to know. It has advanced towards a more technological future based on the Steam Engine. Monarchy is the make of most governments of the world, a king or queen making all of the rules. This will be a major factor in this story, as you will see in the future.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 4:20 am
  ~ I'd Wrap You In The Finest Silks ~
Clothing Style/Type:
Think, Old Victorian. Gentlemen in Suits and ties, Women in dresses and feathery hats upon their heads. Although there is nothing wrong with mixing it up a bit.
Steam punk fashion plays a large role as well. If you know what it is, of course. If not, you may want to Google it.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 4:25 am
~ I Would Follow You To The Ends Of The Earth. ~
Locations:
This story will focus more on the center of the world, England, as this is where the story has it's origin. The world exists much like the one we live in now, and seeing how the story progresses, more may be seen of it. It all depends on how you want to play through this little story book of mine.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 4:28 am
~ Sorry Love, Occupational Hazard ~
Weapons:
I suppose anything will do here, but do not make it too extravagant. Say, nuclear weapons for example? It is a culture created after the steam engine, after all. Guns, knives, swords, all fair game. But no ballistic missiles, no bazookas, no RPG's, nothing of that nature. Bombs are game though, seeing as how gunpowder can be used to make a potent weapon. No airship is complete without a few weapons of it's own, so, large cannons and rams are smiled upon.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 4:36 am
๑۩۞۩๑ I'm Looking For A Way To Rebuild Myself ๑۩۞۩๑ [align=center][img]your image here[/img][/align]
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[color=postcolour][b]GENDER[/b]:[/color] [color=darkgray]self-explanatory.[/color]
[color=postcolour][b]AGE[/b]:[/color] [color=darkgray]Between the ages of 23 and 37.[/color]
[color=postcolour][b]SEXUALITY[/b]:[/color] [color=darkgray]all welcome.[/color]
[color=postcolour][b]BIRTH DATE[/b]:[/color] [color=darkgray]date, month, star sign.[/color]
[color=postcolour][b]OCCUPATION[/b]:[/color] [color=darkgray] Any will do. [/color]
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[color=postcolour][b]APPEARANCE[/b]:[/color] [color=darkgray]written description; 2 paragraph minimum.[/color]
[color=postcolour][b]PERSONALITY[/b]:[/color] [color=darkgray]2 paragraph minimum.[/color]
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[color=postcolour][b]DISLIKES[/b]:[/color] [color=darkgray]at least 3[/color]
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[color=postcolour][b]FAMILY[/b]:[/color] [color=darkgray]just a short description necessary.[/color]
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[color=postcolour][b]ROLEPLAYED BY[/b]:[/color] [color=darkgray]your username.[/color]
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 4:40 am
๑۩۞۩๑ Black List ๑۩۞۩๑
You, yeah you, you know who you are. I see you hiding there...I see you there.
๑۩۞۩๑ White List ๑۩۞۩๑
..S.k.i.t.t.l.e.s..
: For helping me set this all up. Without her, I would have never even started.
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Posted: Tue Dec 23, 2008 12:40 pm
๑۩۞۩๑ Updates: ๑۩۞۩๑ There will be something here very soon on how airships will work, but until then, just watch this post.
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 1:01 am
The cylindrical container in her hand had been cleaned to the point of warding off dust and dirt with a snarled growl, Genoveve stared at her reflection in the iridescence, estranged at the face therein. The raindrops sweetly kissed her rouge colored cheeks making it almost seem as though she had been crying. But that was impossible. Genoveve had not cried since Isaac passed on, it was her mind playing horrid tricks on her heart once again. No longer capable of such an emotion, Genoveve twirled the container in her hand until she clipped it to the holding belt strapped to her back and shoulders. Alexander and Allister had been reloaded and reholstered long before this contemplative moment. The black locks of ebony and loose hanging ribbons of her clothing twirled about in the breeze that encircled the surrounding area. There wasn’t much to it, just a large Venetian castle, rose gardens and a sense of false accomplishments which paid for such a place to be built.
“Halt! You shall not take another step brigand!” Genoveve had wondered when the guard would notice that things were not as they once were. She was quick on the draw, Alexander out first, and Allister soon after, pointed at what she thought was a single soldier. Her face was set aglow when the whole militia had been sent to their master’s aide. Fifteen and all, Genoveve counted, and of course, the master himself, standing in robe and silken slippers. His pocket watch clutched in hand, as if it was his to begin with. “I said STOP!” The guard captain yelled in her direction, though she was hardly listening, let alone acknowledging the fact that he had even spoken.
Her clothes were almost soaked now, sticking to her pale skin like the petals of an unopened flower. By now, Genoveve had taken the last few steps towards the ledge, and ultimately the drop, several flights to the cement floor below, of course, a nasty fall indeed.
“I said STOP! Don’t make me shoot lady!” Their guns and swords were drawn all barrels and blades pointed at her as if she was that much of a threat…. Fifteen strong strapping young men and one innocent little girl. Genoveve smiled in her own wake, and reholstered her weaponry, careful not to make sudden movements that would spoil this moment and all that it could be.
“Please sir, I have no intentions of dieing here, as I am sure you feel the same. However, you had something that belonged to me, Lord Galvan. I am simply returning it to the rightful owner.” Genoveve held out the golden container which held another piece to her precious puzzle stolen the day her lab was destroyed. “I think that you know it is wrong to steal ideas which are not rightfully your own.” Genoveve placed the container back, and smiled at the soldiers.
“That is not yours! You give that back you crazy…” It was then that Lord Galvan stared at Genoveve for the first time in what seemed to be a great while. “Dr. Hester?” He called, though she barely understood, that name was long ago, it no longer existed. But before he could further his strange investigation on the woman who was practically robbing him blind, the ground beneath them shook, and cracked, leaving the soldiers on one side and Genoveve on the other.
“I am sorry Lord Galvan, but you see, I do not go by that unspeakable name. I would love to stay and chat, but I have a date that I cannot be late for. You must forgive me for my… strange manner of dismissal. Until then, you will be hearing the name Paisely, you can be sure of that.” Genoveve bowed her silken top hat in hand, as the crack burst open, tiny little mechanical creatures pouring from it’s belly, their heads pointed and constantly turning. It was then, the side of the castle broke free from it’s foundation, and with Genoveve still standing on it’s top, fell to the ground, still bowing, the strange woman was unmoved.
By the time the soldiers could hurry towards the great gap in their master’s castle, Genoveve was gone, aboard the Dragonfly, an extremely fast air vehicle with dragonfly like wings and metallic parts. One of the Dragonettes, her crew members was piloting, smiling as they saluted the soldiers good bye, and once again, vanished.
"Have you readied the canons Panik?" Her voice cheery and forthcoming as the Dragonfly unit rose up above the city, drifting into the safety of the silken clouds. Genoveve had one foot rested at the edge of Panik's seat, and one on the surface of the flying machine itself. Both her hands nestled into the gentle curves of her hour glass figure, not even phased at the fact she could fall at any second.
"Ready and waiting Captain!" Panik kept her eyes on sky ahead, her beautiful starlight colored hair lapping her face beside her helmet and goggles. She was such a pretty frail thing, but deadly when pushed the wrong way, her lover, Dredge, was by far worse than that... Without even turning her gaze, Panik handed Genoveve a small circular mechanism with a clock and several wires and bands.
"Sorry Lord Galvan, but this is where you depart from this world." Genoveve clutched the tiny piece of metal and stared into the black with wonder and awe.
"The Dragonettes are in position Captain, ready and waiting. Fire when ready." The Dragonfly made it's ascension towards the massive sky vessel just yards from their current position, Genoveve could feintly see the outline of the Dragonettes staring up at their slow approach.
"Ah yes... my favorite part of the game...." There was a long moment of silence just before Genoveve opened her eyes. "Retribution." Her thumb pressed down hard on the firing mechanism, and the sky was set a flame as the once beautiful Venetian castle fell to her explosives, and at last, toppled to the ground. Both of those aboard the Dragonfly did not bother a second glance, it was, after all, in their nature to be destructive, what was one explosion from another?
Panik landed the machine in the cargo hold, and Genoveve's heels landed safely on deck. Her eyes thumbing through all of her crewmembers with a look of acceptance. It was going to be a good night indeed....
♪•°o.O.T H A N K S F O R T H E L E M O N A D E.O.o°•♪
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Posted: Wed Dec 24, 2008 7:59 pm
 The beaver pelt touched down on his head, the softness was undeniable, but the way it was made was in itself very...cruel. Not only to the animal that was killed, but to the wearer who's skin soaked in the arsenic and mercury used to cure the hide. He couldn't help but laugh, he had told those exact words to a young girl but moments ago who inquired him about said hat. His was much different though, it was fully cotton, which was more so comfortable and soft than a beaver's pelt. He tapped the brim of his large top hat and nodded to the girl who now stood a few feet away, blushing like a bride, holding tightly to a small cup of coffee. He smiled back and lifted his own cup, the hot liquid poured slowly down his throat and warmed him instantly. He was not sure why, but he was very cold at the moment, it was a bit unnerving,, in all honesty. Whenever he would get chills such as this, there was bound to be something either very wonderful, or very horrible happening. He decided on that later, after all, this was not the utopia that most thought it was.
The cup was half empty when he stood up, his hands drifting to his coat pockets. Yes, half empty, he was a pessimist after all and should you know him, you would see this on a regular basis. He dumped a handful of crumpled papers and gold coins down on the table, it was much more than he needed to leave, but he was feeling generous. As he left, a man asked if he had a f** to spare, to which Samuel laughed and offered the man a small white stick packed full of tobacco. The man placed it into his mouth and smiled, to which Samuel pulled a small box of matches out and lit the end promptly.
He started to walk away when he heard another man mutter some rude remarks about his appearance under his breath. That would not do, not at all. He turned back and entered the small coffee shop once more, only to grab the girl by the hand and pull her across the street.
"Stay here, do try to behave, okay my dear?", he was about to do something horrid, but the men who had made the remarks were going to pay for it.
He walked back across the street and slipped back into the shop with a grin spread across his face. He pulled out a chair and looked around before he took a step up and spoke to them all. He used a very low, yet stern voice, to let them know that the reaper was here to claim them now. With his short little speech, the people looked around, confused and worried, only a few decided to leave. He walked back to the girl and smiled sweetly. She had been nothing short of divine to him during his time there. She did not deserve to die, or so he had judged. He reached into his coat and retrieved a small steel box, with a switch, much like a light switch. He flicked it and counted to ten before the skies erupted in flames.
It was done, and the only worthy person was sparred. A job was done in the process, he had destroyed the shop and cleared the land for his employer. He was about to return to his 'boss's' place of residence to report in, but the girl grabbed him by the sleeve of his coat and slapped him hard. She continued to strike him until the fire had dulled a bit, he could only wonder why she was doing this. He then realized that the girl wore a small silver band around her left ring finger. So did the man he had given a cigarette to.
He looked down at her and frowned, contemplating now. What was he to do now? How could he apologize to a woman he had just caused to be a widow? He did not find his answer, so he just placed his hand upon her shoulder and looked down into her vibrant green eyes.
"Please....forgive me...I was...wrong in my calculations....", it was a horrible way to console a person, but it was the best he could do though. He turned to walk away and could hear her sobbing. She was obviously missing her lover now, and he had come up with a way to fix that. He would give her an eternity with him.
He walked back to her and moved his coat so that it enveloped her body, only her face showing through. Her long brunette locks flowing in the back draft of the fire, her eyes looking up at him with hatred, contempt, and questions. He looked down and smiled again, with that he slipped his dear Pride from it's home and placed it inside of her abdomen. She opened her mouth to scream to which he silenced her with his own mouth.
He let go of her and she fell quickly to the cold hard ground, her own body begining to turn to stone. No one would notice until the fire had subsided, that she had been stabbed. He whipped around, placed the blood knife back into it's sheath and walked away without another word. He needed to get this out of his head quickly, he had not anticipated killing an innocent during this particular mission. The others inside were all wicked at heart, just as he, and had deserved their fate. She had not, nor her lover, and this was what attacked him so furiously. He had murdered these people, the people with pure souls.
He signaled to a man on the roof top who dropped a small steel staff with a curved end. He grabbed it and held it upwards, the end spun to life, spewing long stems of steam and smoke, which pulled him off of his feet and sent him upwards. He let go of the contraption as he maneuvered over the roof, he was late, and being late was something Samuel just did not do.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 1:17 am
W H A T E V E R H A P P E N E D T O M A R Y ?
G O N E. B U T L E A V E S Y O U T H I S N O T E "Captain. We have set the course for.."
Before Dredge could finish her sentence, Genoveve raised her hand to silence the Navigator. Though she was not accustomed to treating her crew members so rudely, she had not laid eyes upon the cylinder that was now clenched in her grasp, her eyes studying every angle of it before opening her mouth to speak. Genoveve's left hand traced the outline of the fold in the metal's make, and though it was just another piece of material made by man, she immortalized it as if she was holding the Son of God himself.
"Captain..."
"Not now Lady Dredge, not now, please." With that said, Genoveve proceeded to open the strange carrying case, screwing off the top and tossing it gently to the wooden deck just below her own feet, the sound loud enough for all to hear, who then turned their heads and surrounded their captain, eager to see what it was they risked their lives to steal. Genoveve did not shove them away or dismiss them, her eyes were too focused on the scroll she was now retrieving from the compartment of the container itself. The paper itself was not as old as it seemed, but as she opened it, time had been a strong measure in it's lifetime, some of the symbols at the very edges had been worn away. Either by said time or improper handling.
"What is that stuff..?" Panik looked over her captain's shoulders and caught a slight glance, the strange black and red lettering scattered over the paper as if so carelessly configured.
"It's a code language. Designs on a project I had been working on long since..." Genoveve seemed to know just what it had said, but she had no heart to reveal that they had put their lives at stake over a love letter written by Isaac himself, on his deathbed. This sequence of lines, numbers and backwards letters were how they communicated so only their eyes could read. It was probably mistaken for something important, though it was valued in importance, just not what the late Lord Galvan was probably expecting; having workers trying to decipher the code for months on end with little success. She had lied to her crew, but that was to keep the secret of her true desires for this useless piece of paper, which held the reason she worked so furiously for life after death...
"Please, you must, excuse me. Set a course for.. Dublin." Genoveve proceeded to her keep, the sound of her heels clicking silently, and with a melancholy heart, shut the door behind her; not giving her any time for her crew members to object in the slightest. Though she valued their opinions, right now the only thing that mattered as sitting down and re-read what her lover had written all those years ago...
My Dearest Love, of Whom Has My Eternal Heart,
You will be with me no matter where my soul may venture. I have known that since the moment I asked you to take my arm and have lunch. When you smiled and laughed, having asked me if I was serious. You were the most adorable and loviliest thing I had ever seen in my life. You will still be today, tomorrow, and always.
I know that I have to leave you, probably soon, but it will not be forever. But until we can meet again in heaven, I must ask that you continue loving though I am not with you. To accept other's into your warm embrace and marry once again. I cannot rest knowing that you are not taken care of. You are the most important thing to me, and even dieing will not change my heart of hearts.
I shall love you always, Bea. Always and Always...
Love EverLasting,
Isaac.
Genoveve sat down at her desk where what seemed to be millions of papers consumed all at once. Ink wells, pens, spare parts, tools, everything imaginable was there, and it brought anger into her heart, for they meant nothing. In a rage no man could understand, Genoveve threw the contents of her desk to the floor and kicked a bottle of ink towards the wall beyond, the black liquid pouring over the darkened symbols; slowly dripping down...
But her fit did not stop there, she picked up the gliding paper work that had not yet reached it's final destination, and gripped them tightly, tearing them to shreds and throwing them about; all of the little pieces falling like snow. And finally, throwing a heated punch into her chalk board, cracking it down the center. Genoveve cried out not only in pain but in anger, trying to hide her tears from even herself. Her hands trailed the cracks and fell slowly downward as her body went limp, caving to the carpet below.
"Please Gods, grant me what I wish... I want Isaac back... please.. you have so many, just let me have... him...back.." Genoveve allowed the tears to pour, the sounds of her sobs echoing through the room. Who cared who heard, she just wanted to cry in peace...♪•°o.O.T H A N K S F O R T H E L E M O N A D E.O.o°•♪
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 9:43 am
 “Lady Victoria, you are the most beautiful an exotic flower London has even known…” There he went again with the flower metaphor. He was merely he, they all were. Could no man part his lips and not spew poetry at her? Victoria took a long drag of her cigarette that cashed it into ashy nothingness in her mouth. Still it was more pleasing to hold that smoke in her lungs while she cleared her cigarette holder and put it away then listen to this Lordling. Once her cigarette holder was safe in her clutch she released the cigarette smoke to swirl around her body.
“Please Victoria, a kiss that is all I beg of you…” he said softly boldly clutching her now free hands in his. “A kiss?” Victoria asked her voice low, husky scripted with attraction. Not to the little Lord nobody sitting adjacent clutching her hands. Attraction to the game, would it be different this time? Would she kiss him and find he was more than Lord Nobody, that he really was a somebody with a name?
“It is all a man can dare to dream of.” He replied his voice colored with lust. Oh she doubted it, of course there was only one way to find out and what really was the harm? Her eyes flickered to the book keeper, she was down or was it up she couldn’t remember if she had won or lost. Her brows raised in interest as she studied him. The way he eyed her hungrily, she was losing, of course that was preferable to winning. Of course the man grasping her hands took her piqued look for himself and leaned closer to her. Right there was the little matter of Lord Nobody wanting a kiss, of course it would seal him away from her.
“Not here, we should adjourn somewhere more…” Victoria began. “Of course…” he nodded letting Victoria’s hands fall from his grasp. “Alright then let’s play a game shall we, you will be the hunter and I will be the fox.” She said dramatically her sea foam green eyes sparking in anticipation. This could be it! She rose gracefully and surprisingly silent with her elaborate skirt held in place by her delicate hands.
She would slip down to the room where they collected from the debtors, there was a door way there for discretion. Of course Victoria had frequented the room but with little to no excitement. No one would be rough with her at any gambling house no matter how much she owed. She was a wealthy heiress, she was good for it or at least her parents were.
“Oh Missus you can’t be… Lady Lonsdale…” one of the game house attendants said as she moved into the room. “I guess they brought you down here to settle up?” he asked. “Oh no, you see the gentlemen upstairs is settling me tonight. I just rather use this exit if you don’t mind.” She commanded briskly moving to the door. “Well alright Missus… I mean Lady.” He said looking a little confused. Victoria merely pushed past him out the door to the dirty black back alley and held her skirts off of the ground so they would stay pristine.
She rounded on the gambling house and flitted purposefully across the window. Lord Nobody rose to join her looking rather eager. It didn’t last long as e was stopped. Confusion reined his body his eyes flicker to her. Victoria giggled seeing the word mistake fall from his mouth. It wasn’t as exciting as she had hoped but at least it was mildly entertaining. Before turning on her heel she blew a small kiss to Lord Nobody. A man without a face or name before her lovely boots had clicked over to much of the paving.
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Posted: Thu Dec 25, 2008 9:28 pm
The air was so chilling, the dark sky hiding him from all that would see him bounding from building to building. He ran head long as he flew through the air and landed with a loud thud, his boots against the hard stone face of the building. He gripped at his knife again, using it to slow his decent to the street below. He dropped that last of the distance and stood up straight, he dusted his coat off and placed the knife back where it belonged. There were people all around, but they were too occupied by their own devices. Which was good for him.
He slipped inside of the large building, it was in fact a hide out of sorts, for a group...well, more of a gang. The gang had come from China at one point and no resided in England, working from several locations to disrupt this countries inner workings. This is what drew him to them, and he didn't do work for nothing, what they could pay him was immeasurable in worth. They did not know what was written on a certain document, neither did he though, but he knew the creator. Thus, he knew it was important to his goals.
He saw the guards immediately, then nodded and followed him into the inner section of this disguised mansion. He saw the man ahead, his employer, his boss. He was an older Chinese man who sat cross legged, his arms in his lap holding onto the paper that Samuel was lusting for right now. The boss held up the paper and smiled in a very 'evil' way, it made Sam very wary of taking it. He approached slowly, eying everyone that now stood in the room, there were thirteen men, the boss, and his son. If it came to it, he would take the boy and use him as leverage. His father was very protective of him and would not do anything that would bring harm to him. Sam wished silently that his father would have been like that in the past.
Samuel nodded at the older man and bowed slowly, it was customary with people like this, or so he had been told. "Your job is done, sir, now...I require my payment".
The man passed the parchment to his son who walked closer to hand it to Sam. He noticed that the boy was sweating, and inside and out, it was very cold. It could mean only one thing. He was afraid of something, and Sam had never given him reason to be afraid. As soon as the paper touched his skin, the men behind him sprung to life. They drew swords and slashed at Samuel, who by then was crouched down and drew Envy and Greed. He spun and sent two rounds into each of the men's foreheads. They were dead before pain could even register.
He reached over and grabbed the boy by the hand, pulling him against his chest. "You will leave me, or I will make sure that your son has a closed casket funeral. Do you understand?", he said in the most guttural snarl he had ever produced. This was how they thanked him for a job well done.
He backed up slowly and held the boy tighter, making sure there was no way for the boy to get away, or for him to be killed. He kicked backwards, knocking the door open, and he exited just as fast as it had swung open. He would hold the boy hostage as long as he needed protection.
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