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 Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 10:32 am
In the pocket of his heavy wool jacket, he had found a slim silver cigarette case full of business cards. They were a soothing shade of off-white, the letters ever-so-slightly raised, in a subtle brown and a language he couldn't read. The words meant something to Castor, and they meant something to the man they'd come to here in this apartment, but to him--nothing. He'd given one to the taller men, and taken the rest to sit on the couch with. It amused him that card tricks came easily to him; he palmed a business card, held up an empty hand, and produced it in the other. It wasn't the same card, of course. Just like, as Castor had warned, he was not the same person as Irinei Valentinevich Lazarev. Whoever that happened to be. He had followed suit when Castor had transformed back into his civilian self, shedding the newness of Camlann for something that was, at the same time, familiar and not. And he'd gone where Castor led him, because where else did he have to go? It bothered him, a lot, to feel so dependent. What was he going to do, though, just bum around outside until he found someone who recognized him and probably wanted him dead? Nope. Not when he didn't even speak the language. "Hey, Что так долго," he asked, leaning back into the couch. "Я уверен, что я где-то быть."
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 11:12 am
Marlo was not happy, but, he was less angry than he had initially been. When Elzo had entered their 'shared' suite, Marlo had promptly punched his brother before taking one look at the man with him, cursing in Italian, and then walking to the liquor cabinet to pour himself some strong wine. He knew he'd need it.
Elzo on the other hand just laughed off the growing bruise, and invitd his company inside, trying his best to understand a language he couldn't speak. "It's russian Elzo, and we both know how well you understand-"
"Sorry Mr. Quad-lingual I forgot I'm not internationally ready like you-"
"Multi, Elzo. I am not a master but I can pick up and understand some things. However-" The brothers shared a look to their guest, "-My Russian is not the most efficient."
Elzo groaned. He'd purified his first knight and boom, turned out that they had forgotten English.
"Still, we have leads, and you got his name pre your stupid act of cosmic interference." Pouring their guest a glass of the strong red, Marlo got down to business, pulling out his laptop and opening it, punching in the information to confirm the safest option to take- and who to call and contact about the recent death of someone who no longer existed.
Elzo was a bit more practical, pulling out his phone and trying to use that to translate. "So." He began. 'Uh- Добро пожаловать на мое место. Я Elzo , это Марло мой брат.' The screen read the text outloud in it's automated voice and Elzo just looked at the man a bit embarassed.
'Мы собираемся , чтобы найти безопасный контакт для вас, убедитесь, мы можем позаботиться о .. свободными концами ? Ваша семья и вещи . Мы имеем связи и еще много чего , что может помочь '
"Ask him if he has keys to his place, if he can recall anything valuable he'd want saved, or if he'd prefer we simply take it and put it into storage for him to look through at a later time."
"Get your own google translate!"
"Elzo. He is your responsibility. You tipped the scales, the burden is on you." <******** you."
"That's incest and not within my gender preferences so no on both accounts."
"AUGH."
"Мой братмудак . Молодец парень , хорошо, что он делает, ночертовски верно мудак." Elzo was grinning.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 1:00 pm
They were savages, weren't they? Camlann laughed and put away his business cards, the slim silver case disappearing. "Nyet, there is nothing I can think of," he told Elzo, and he rolled his eyes as the pair argued more in the other language. Some of it made a little sense to him--Elzo, ******** you, keys. He had keys. They were in the pockets of his slacks. He didn't want to share them, though... they were his. He shrugged instead, tried not to look too suspicious of them, and failed.
He leaned forward, elbows on his knees, chin propped on his hands. His chest hurt--not from the remembered pain of the purification, that was gone now, soothed away like a chill in the sunlight--he wasn't really sure why. What all had he forgotten?...
"Yes, you Elzo," said Camlann. He pointed to himself and said, "Camlann," because to make it more complicated would make his point less clear. "What is it you want?"
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 2:06 pm
Elzo thought the laugh a good start. He was happy? Happy, or insane. It probably wouldn't have been the first case of purification ending with insanity, it would have been Elzo's luck too.
It made him crack a wiry smile at the least.
"Elzo Xanis, Prince Castor." He motioned to Marlo who looked up, silently buring holes into Elzo's fat head. "Marlo Xanis, Pollux." Marlo cut Elzo off before returning to his work, occasionally glancing to his phone and reading it for any messages. He was still, technically, a man devoted to his work. His civilian work at least.
Elzo was used to it, returning his attention to Camlann. "Uh-" Google translate was helping but still. "To help. The negaverse probably already knows what happened, so we need to move quickly to make sure if you left anyone behind that they'll stay safe. They won't know you now, but they'll know who you were. They'll... want to hurt you, through your past."
Elzo didn't want that blood on his hands. "How do we help you though?" The implication was in his face. The brothers wouldn't act if he told them no. "All you wanted was for me to go and burn some paperwork. That's easy but-" He shrugged, the auto voice trailing into silence.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Wed Jan 14, 2015 3:48 pm
He remembered his sister's face as Revaillite shattered her skull. It was the only memory he had of her. "They can't hurt me," he said. It sounded fatalistic. It was, a little, for all that it was true. Jana was dead, and he remembered her name only because it had been so constant in his mind. Jana and that <******** cat. "There's no one left that I love."
The mention of paperwork rang true, he remembered saying that, but he couldn't remember why it was important. "I..." There was medication at his home, he remembered. Couldn't remember why it was important, though. "You should do that, then," he said. "But there is no one living that they can harm."
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Posted: Thu Jan 15, 2015 11:36 pm
Elzo's face dropped when he heard that. No one. No one he loved- the negaverse did know how to pick their victims, that was vastly apparent with this one it seemed. "...I'm sorry." He meant it, trying to convey that with words he didn't know if the man understood or not. "Tell him we'll buy him some clothes and give him some cash. I'll set up a few contacts among out side, see if anyone who knew him prior might be able to help his transition or get him on his feet. Legal papers might take some time, but I'm sure we can grease a few hands." There was a smile on Marlo that matched every sleezy Italian image one could think of. " ....He wants to help by doing illegal things." Elzo snorked back a laugh. " I'll get that paperwork taken care of. You feeling okay though? No pain?"
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Sat Jan 24, 2015 8:18 pm
He shook his head. " My chest hurts, but that doesn't surprise me." Camlann paused for a moment, and then leaned forward, his elbows on his knees. " I know Babylon Knight," he said. " Avalon Knight, also." He frowned. Was Avalon Knight correct, or was she something else? Either way, he imagined she'd like him slightly better when he wasn't 'reeking of Chaos', or however she'd said it. " Babylon Knight is very invested in people being purified," offered Camlann with a roll of his eyes. " It was frustrating."
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Posted: Thu Feb 05, 2015 8:26 pm
Babylon and Avalon- Elzo looked over, the names instantly chiming. Elzo took a while. "Oh hey, if they know you then they can probably help! Marl-" Marlo was already on his phone, waiting for Arkady to pick up, if she would. "Well now its good." Castor had the translator 'speak'. He looked pleased as punch knowing that they had a point of contact now. All that would remain was some back end work, maybe getting the guy hooked up with this or that. " Well, now you're purified. So best we can do it get you set.... and I check the balance." He imagined that this was going to bite him in the a** as far as that scale went, so he'd have to compensate. More dead agents, more aggressive tactics. Keeping a closer eye on others. It was going to be a real foray into how to maintain rather than one hit wonders.
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iStoleYurVamps
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Posted: Thu Feb 26, 2015 6:36 am
Arkady did not pick up. (Marlo had no way of knowing, but she was currently up to her elbows in wolf entrails on her Wonder. Not exactly a good time to pick up her cell phone.) (She had a strange sense that she should be doing something a little less violent and bloody, but then she popped something inside her victim and there was a little gush of blood that soaked the knees of her uniform, and she forgot about it.) (Anyway, it went to voicemail.) For his part, Camlann nodded. "Avalon Knight is batshit crazy," he said, and that was really all he had to offer in this case. She evidently wasn't picking up her phone, and the Xanis brothers were caught up in trying to reach her or Babylon. In the meantime--he transformed into his other self. He needed to try something. " I pledge my life and loyalty to Saturn, and to Camlann. I humbly request your aid, so that in return I may give you mine." And just like that, he disappeared.
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