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 Posted: Wed Sep 10, 2014 10:38 pm
He should have been patient, he had been before, but he couldn't wait on this information any longer. The persons it concerned would be brought in come the day after tomorrow and it wasn't for a nice little sit and talk. The man, and his family, would be properly questioned by some officers and than dealt with accordingly. Now whether that meant death or corruption, or both, he didn't know nor care about. Either option was still no good so why bother to find out which was the plan? Did it honestly matter. Nope.
Valhalla he couldn't get in touch with so he found a way to get in touch with a former General and now Knight. Lyonesse had once been known as Natron, and he did still refer to him as that, and he needed to speak with him and pass along the information he'd been sitting on for a week now. He couldn't drag it out any longer as the need to remove this family from the city was imperative and urgent.
he'd arranged for the location and for the message to reach Lyonesse of his needing the others presence inside the abandoned building. The building was part of the industrial area of the city, an area where many favorites. buildings, and warehouses were closed or showing more than a few signs of abuse and age. This particular building had been abandoned and thus nature, and the elements, had wreaked havoc upon the building. Windows were broken and the roof dripped from the rains of earlier in the day. The floor was broken up in places, in a few places you didn't want to miss step.
It was standing out in the open, leaving himself open to attack, that the blond haired General King stood. If worst came to worse he could teleport out and save himself, he could not be caught doing this, so leaving himself so open and vulnerable was acceptable. If someone came upon himself and the knight...well he could save himself and the knight and deal with the fall out, somehow, when it came. Right now though he couldn't think of such things as he stood waiting, a folder of information tucked up under his right arm. His left foot tapped gently on the floor in order to distract himself from the sounds of dripping water, scurrying mice, and other such sounds.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 7:40 pm
Lyonesse was paranoid, ever since his little run-in with Bischofite (from which he was still healing) and so going into the city to meet a traitorous General-King was literally the last thing he wanted to do. There was too much risk involved - and risk was the last thing he wanted, now that he had Fang to worry about. The other Knight was fragile enough, he couldn't disappear on him again.
And yet there he was, slipping into an empty warehouse at the center of which was a powerful fourth-stage Chaos aura that could as easily have been Bischofite's as Benitoite's, and he could have been walking to his death.
It was fortunate, then, that the man he was expecting was waiting there for him.
"You called?" He asked drily, and he could not ignore the irony of the situation. He had purified to get out from under the Negaverse's authority, and yet here he was, showing up at the beck and call of a General-King like the trained dog he had always been.
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Posted: Wed Sep 17, 2014 7:49 pm
Turning from where he's been inspecting a section of wall, where a hole was that seemed to have become the entrence and exit to a mouses home, the ashen blond smiled up at the taller male. "it's good to seeyou. I hope you're well." he had never been the sort to throw his power and rank around, even now, he didn't act as though he was better than others simply due to his rank. It all came down to skill and who a person was - he respected the knight before him.
The former general had courage to come here, to risk it, and yet here he was showing trust in what he knew to be a turncoat; even if the General King didn't consider himself to be such.
Clutching the manila folder closer to his chest he made his approach in swift strides. "I have information here - it's urgent. The family is due to be taken in any day now for questioning." He let that last word hang in the air, did he need to define what he meant by that? It was by now well known how the Negaverse questioned people, at least he hoped it was. They were not known to be nice when it came to questioning people, hadn't anyone ever told them that torture only got them the answers the victims thought they wanted? Which typically wasn't the truth. Perhaps, maybe not though, either way no one seemed to care much.
"I ccan't do anything and my usual contact is unavailable so I'm hoping you can pass the information along and get them out of the city. They have two young children. They don't deserve it and I cannot allow them to be brought in." The pleading note in his voice couldn't be masked, even if the blond tried, as he stopped in front of the taller male. The folder, still tucked under his arm, was brought forward and offered to the other. "The information in here is on the family, where to find them, ages and anything else i could compile, smuggle and copy, and anything else I could get my hands on which I thought relevant." He was good at his job, he'd had to get good at it, and thus the folder was rather thick.((I'll wait for Sirene now. You can tag it in the mean time if you'd like. ^___^ ))
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Posted: Thu Sep 18, 2014 6:33 am
The problem with being a watcher for the Order alined always seemed to be when it came to handing over information. Of course she could just leave the city and head towards the camp but not only was it getting harder and harder to do so, Delilah White knew if her 'sister' asked her to stay one more time, she might have to break down and do it. Oh how she hated seeing Acrucis in pain.
Instead she opted for passing along information to connections that had the ability to come and go. The biggest issue with that is when you had a deadline before your information turned cold, you had to find someone to pass it along to. Delilah just wished that someone had not been insisting they meet in the middle of no where abandon land.
The raven haired woman felt like she stuck out more as the only living creature over the size of a stray dog walking around. She was doing her best to move from building to building hoping that keeping to the walls would ensure that she was less likely to be seen.
That was how she ended up slipping into the offices of an empty warehouse. That was how she heard the voices in a whisper. That was how she found herself carrying her shoes as she tip-toed down the back hallway that connected the offices to the warehouse and stopped only when she had come across a small hole in the wall that allowed her to listen and, when she was brave enough, look. What her red eyes saw, she never would have expected. General King Benitoite? And a Knight she was not as familiar with. What was going on?
The hole near a forgotten window that looked out to the warehouse, most likely for the employer to watch his protect and men long ago. Daring a look, she poked her head up to just above her nose to ensure what she was seeing.
*Sorry about that. Work is eating me alive*
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Posted: Sun Sep 28, 2014 11:15 pm
Lyonesse exhaled. Pleasantries were awkward, in a situation like this, but well - he sohuld have expected, from ever-polite Benitoite.
"Well enough," he said, which was minimalizing it - all things considered, he was as happy as he was going to be. He had Fang back, and he had a relatively secure position in the camp, and he was running operations to save people from the Negaverse - which was, quite frankly, everything he'd ever wanted.
He held out a hand for the file, feeling something tighten in his chest. The thought of an innocent family being taken into Negaverse custody - no. That could not be allowed to happen, and the quicker they got out, the better.
"God," he said, softly, shaking his head, "it's getting worse, isn't it?" Obviously, they were cracking down hard. "I'll make sure this gets to the right people." The Shadows, or their allies in the Mirror who could carry the family out as efficiently as possible. "I just hope they trust us enough to let us hep them."
And that it wasn't a trap. He had always been a little paranoid, and having people actually out to get him had only made that worse. It was easy to imagine that Benitoite as being fed false information and this was a setup to trap whoever came for the family. But he couldn't risk that the information was correct, and there were people in danger.
"Thank you."
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 12:01 am
It was within those pleasantries that he found comfort, comfort in the routine, and was able to remain calm even while he put his neck on the chopping block once again. Would the blade come down and remove his head this time? It hadn't thus far, for which he was glad as he rather liked his head attached to his shoulders, but it was a risk he took all too often. This was a song and dance with death he'd performed many a time and would continue to perform, at least for as long as he was unfound.
"Of course, the noose which big brother has on us all is tightening. Can't you feel it? I know I can, but maybe that's because I see the noose and the one making it tighter and tighter. Shaking his head he racked his fingers through his hair, tugging on the strands of silken blond hair as he did so. It was a habit of his, tugging at his hair, when he got nervous or was frustrated. "It's only going to get worse. The only hope we have is your side doing something about it, although I'm unsure if you can, or we do what we are now and continue to." Shrugging his shoulders he sighed, a deep and drawn out sound.
"Hopefully they will. I would think with the threat of being taken in by the Negaverse they'd trust any offer for help, even if it might be fake." After all an offer was an offer where you might be safe in the end. The other way around you were just flat out screwed. He figured the cities civilians were smart enough by now to have figured things out and seen how things were really in this city.
"You're welcome. Just get them out as soon as you and others can. I'd rather not see them in a cell or some such. The screams from there are rather....nightmare causing." He stated, the last word was fished for, obviously, as he drew the sentence out before finding the appropriate word. "I'd rather not hear their screams and shrieks." Maybe insensitive but it was honest and accurate.
"I'll try and up how many I send to your camp for saving, to keep up with the higher numbers being pulled in. Hopefully the increase isn't picked up." He could only cross his fingers, not that it would up his luck or anything, and hope that he could continue to help people till either this all was over or he died of old age or something.
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Posted: Mon Sep 29, 2014 11:06 am
Slowly, Delilah dropped back down against the wall into a sitting position. Was she hearing this correctly? General King Benitoite was handing over information about families being taken by the negaverus. And here she was, witnessing it.
Her eyes were wide as she went through the possibilities of what this meant. As a senshi, she should just sneak on and let it all go. They would get the family out. As someone who had found her place in information, she knew where this needed to go.
Seeing as she was in her human form, Delilah reached into her purse and pulled out her cell phone. As she stared at the screen, her lips began to mouth a little prayer. Quickly flipping on the camera and changing it to video, she shifted it back towards the window to capture a few moments of interaction between the two of them. Kazenite would want proof and this was going to be the best she could do.
Capturing part of the exchange, and hearing about the family, their two small children. If only she could get them to drop the location but that was wishful thinking as the pair was exchanging a folder. Best to leave it so that things were not spoken where they could be heard after all.
As she pulled the phone done, Delilah felt it nick the glass. It was a low sound but still a sound.
Mouthing a choice four letter word, the sneaky rat of a bird grabbed her bag and started to quickly crawl away from where she had been hiding, towards the back door.
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