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Post by Crow on Mar 30, 2008 2:04:03 GMT -5
Kojiro stepped out of the van and watched what was going on. He looked at the man in the glasses too. Why was he talking so loud? Kojiro stuck his hand in the pocket of his coat. It looked like he was just putting it there for that unusual reason no one can quite understand. He looked up at the sky apparently quite bored. In reality he had his fingers wrapped around his magnum, ready to blow the man's head off in a flash. Somthing's not right......
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Post by Jess on Mar 30, 2008 9:40:27 GMT -5
Dom squirmed a bit at the loud voice, peeking his head up from Kaits shoulder to look out of the van at him. "Heeeey...Mistersirmansir....could'ja keep it down please? Like...when 'peoples' yell, it kinda freaks me out..." And then a nod, "Thankyou!" Before he goes back to doing whateve it was he was doing...
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Post by Rosy on Mar 30, 2008 19:01:58 GMT -5
((I'm back. Let's just assume Duke climbed into the back, shall we?)) Duke slumped in his seat and stared at the window. His nose was wrinkled slightly in disgust; he was nearly incapable of discerning what these heavily-accented people were saying. The elf's antics confused him greater. He itched to ask them their names and their specialties, but he doubted he would understand a word of what they said. It wouldn't matter in the long run, seeing as he was only here because he was paid. ((Yeah... Didn't know what to post, so... BLEH. ))
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Post by knightc3 on Mar 30, 2008 20:39:13 GMT -5
Kalev heard the 'shouting' and slipped out of the back. He took out his cap again and wore it to hide his face for now. He leaned on the side of the van casually and watched the deal. He was frowning under his cap at the loud voice. Either it was a setup and he was letting his companions know that they were here, which would be caught on really fast and hence seemed stupid, or that was his normal tone of voice.
He peeked back into the van and spoke to the three in an American Accent this time mostly for the benifit of those who couldn't catch the Irish accent so well, "I think it will be better if we all came out, in case the two fellows came in need of our help..."
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Post by piñata on Mar 31, 2008 11:10:28 GMT -5
Kaitlyn not only agreed with Kalev's assessment, but upon exiting the van walked up to Herman and drove the flat of her hand into his throat. "Keep it down," she snarled. She glanced over her shoulder at Dom, then added lamely, "Yer scarin' me friend."
(OOC: I'll assume Herman's an NPC, so it's safe to do that to him... if not, tell me you feel godmodded and I'll change it.)
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Post by Fionn Mac Cumhaill on Mar 31, 2008 15:38:02 GMT -5
Herman blinked, looking back at Dom curiously. He then hacked and spluttered after the Faerie struck him, his glasses falling off. Crimthann looked at Kaitlyn, wide eyed. "Jaysus!" He said. Herman was searching for his glasses, and not paying attention. Crimthann gave Kaitlyn an approving nod, but at the same time, Ronan held up a hand, showing the others to wait.
Once Herman had his glasses back on, he continued to look at the piece and speak - still a bit louder than comfortable. Crimthann had his arms crossed and only had a small, knowing smirk on his lips. Still, he and Ronan seemed edgy.
"It really is a wonderful statue..." The fence said. Herman pulled out a magnifying glass. It was just a black tube with lenses on each end, and a knob on the side to increase the magnification. The whole thing was maybe four inches long, two inches wide where you would look through it, and three inches wide on the other end. He held in front of his glasses. Right then, Crimthann reached over and grabbed the magnifier.
He leaned in to Herman and whispered loud enough for the others to hear. "Why're Y'shoutin', mate?"
Herman became pale. "I-I'm just excited about the statue...."
Crimthann nodded to the others. Ronan pulled out a pistol and leveled it at Herman, but didn't fire. Ronan glanced nervously at the others, hoping that they would follow suit; but not kill him yet. Crimthann stepped in front of Herman, between him and the statue. He held up the magnifier, and unscrewed the lens. Crimthann pulled out a small camera that had been hidden inside the magnifier.
"Really." Crimthann said, tossing the camera and lens at Herman's chest. The german fence was trembling, now. Crimthann looked to the others and gave a wink. He leaned in to the man's ear again. "Y'ain't gonna fook us over, are ya, Y'rotten sh**e?"
Herman shuddered, and shook his head. "Good." Crimthann said, smiling and patting him on the shoulder. Crimthann walked towards the others.
"I'm sure you're all itchin' T'bury him, but he's got a wire. That's why he's shoutin'. He's with the Gardai, or Interpol, or some other filth like tha'," Crimthann said. "We're goin' T'give him a lovely ride, an' drop him off somewhere pleasant."
Ronan, during this time, had bound Herman's arms behind his back, and warned Herman not to say anything that'd give them away.
"Now..." Crimthann said, rubbing his hands together and looking back at Herman. "Any suggestions on where to leave him?"
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Post by Jess on Mar 31, 2008 18:47:06 GMT -5
Dom tilts his head to the side and pulls otu a rather small makeup kit... "Sit him near me! I know a few things we could do to get some information out of him!" He smiles sheepishly as he looks around for approval. "What?"
((Is outpoed by the epicness... cause I can't think atm.))
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Post by The Mammoth on Apr 1, 2008 1:58:34 GMT -5
Mordin returned to the coffee shop, waiting for any sign of the group he had seen forming, and within a few minutes, he saw Kaitlyn and her crew making their way to a nearby van, very casually carrying what appeared to be a bag with something they were about to sell. Mordin slowly got up, and walked out the door, drinking his coffee like a normal person and moving to his car, walking by the group without them even noticing. As they drove off, he followed them, at enough of a distance that he was almost positive they wouldn't know he had followed them. Oddly enough, they were driving deep into a woods, which mean that Mordin needed to ditch his car not to be spotted. He did so, and went on foot, following the tracks of the car in the soft mud.
Soon enough he came upon the group talking to a german man shouting too loud to be a fence. He was giving himself away, and Mordin knew immediately that this man was in serious trouble. He clutched his guns tightly, watching from the shadows of the trees, hoping to go unnoticed. He really didn't want to let himself get noticed this early, but this man was useful to him. He knew these men, and he knew how to contact them, such vital information could lead to some serious ease in tracking them. He couldn't let them take this man, they'd either kill him, or cut his tongue out, either way he was in a serious hell.
"You're leavin' him with me..." Mordin said, coming from the shadows, his gun aimed directly at Crimthann's head, and his other gun aimed at the rest of the group, "And don't even think you can beat me to pulling this trigger."
He walked nearer to the man holding the gun, speaking, "You move and you're dead. Now... back away, take your sh*t, and get outta here. If one of you even budges in a way I don't like we'll be havin' a firefight right here..."
He certainly hoped that this man knew some major information, and that his masking of his voice would fool Kaitlyn. If he didn't play this exactly right, he could be dead... but he'd certainly take some of them with him. He knew they didn't trust each other enough to die for one another yet, so they would most likely just back away, and leave the foolish german to him.
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Post by Jess on Apr 1, 2008 10:23:00 GMT -5
Another gun was pointed his way, and as the new-comer made his intentions known, Dom could not /resist/ the urge to bust out laughing, "Oh... this is classic. Mister Crimmthan is this another person sent to help us out? Please tell himto stop aiming in my general direction...pretty please with the sugar and whipped cream on top?"
He smiles and puts his this away in the hidden pockets on his outfit before moving so barefeet dangle over the opposite side of the van and waited a few moments... hopefully the man with the guns would look away and ignore him after a moment or two- giving him a chance to jump on his back.... or something, Belldandy hadn't quite thought this through yet, but it involved him putting make-up on /somebodies/ face... he would not be denied!
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Post by knightc3 on Apr 1, 2008 10:39:47 GMT -5
He hated to draw attention to himself but this time it was almost necessary. He couldn't have a firefight here. He had a hunch about who this new arrival was but decided not to play the name-game right now. "He is right, lets not make this situation any worse than it already is, what say mates?", an Australian accent this time. That should leave him confused for a while, he thought.
" 'sides, I don't think this outspoken friend of ours is really someone to make a deal with, ain't that right?", he said smiling at the loud man. He turned around towards the people behind him and started walking towards the back of the van. He raised up his hand and moved his finger across his neck making the gesture at the man with his hand in his pocket, presumably on his pistol and the charged up fellow from before. The man who was pretending to be a snitch had to die.
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Post by piñata on Apr 1, 2008 10:55:12 GMT -5
Kaitlyn stood and watched events unfold with obvious (but somewhat detached) fascination on her face. "Ya came alone an' ya only brought two guns?" she asked. "How d'ya expect t'fight all of us?" She gave the gun pointed at Crimthann a mental nudge, knocking its barrel off course... she wasn't gifted enough with telekinesis yet to yank it out of his hand entirely, as most faeries could, but she could at least protect a man who hadn't given her any reason to have a desire to watch him die.
She hoped that Mordin wouldn't realize she was unarmed. She didn't often have need for a weapon, as most people would rather bed her than kill her, and when she did get into a fight her hands were usually weapon enough. She stood, looking calm and, to tell the truth, rather bored, and waited for Mordin's next move.
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Post by Fionn Mac Cumhaill on Apr 1, 2008 13:24:09 GMT -5
"Hello, inspector," Crimthann said, glancing over at Mordin, tilting his head to the side. "You want the fence?" He asked, looking to Herman. Herman had a bit of hope in his eyes, but still seemed frightened.
Ronan, in the meantime, had again changed into his Lycan form. He narrowed his eyes on Mordin as well, stepping towards him, and leveling his gun on the detective. "C'mon, peachy. Put the shooters down an' walk away."
"Y'got us all wrong, love," Crimthann started, speaking to Mordin. "We weren't going to hurt Mr. Amsel here. Jus' goin' T'take him for a ride, an' drop him off in the mountians somewhere," He added, walking over to Amsel and patting him on the cheek. "Isn't that right, mate? We were going to have a lovely time."
Crimthann looked back at Dom now. "Sorry T'say, lad. This one isn't one of ours. He really means to scare us here."
Ronan gave a little bit of a snort, again stepping closer to Mordin. "G'on, mate. Take yerself from here, we ain't gonna hurtcha. Nor are we going to hurt mister Amsel here. We're proper mates, Amsel an' us!"
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Post by The Mammoth on Apr 1, 2008 15:21:17 GMT -5
"If you ain't gonna hurt him, then I guess you won't mind leavin' him with me." He said, now turning his attention and shooting at Kaitlyn, aiming to hit her in the foot.
"Do that again and I'll ensure I hit you in the head." He stood strong, knowing they had no idea who he was, or where he was from. They couldn't, he was far to secretive with his identity, and Kaitlyn was the only one who had any idea who he was, and she would have to hear his normal voice.
Mordin pointed one of the guns back at the now werewolf man before him, and then the other at the Australian sounding man at the back of the van.
"I have no idea why you all are so eager to die for each other, but if you don't PISS OFF, i'll be sure to oblige. Two guns each with seven, well one with six, shots, i'm pretty sure its plenty enough to kill half of you before I died... Anyone want to take that chance?"
He looked at the werewolf, and smiled, "You think you can beat me to the trigger, dog-boy?"
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Post by Fionn Mac Cumhaill on Apr 1, 2008 16:01:00 GMT -5
Ronan licked his lips a bit. "I know I can. D'you think you can take me down with one clip?
Crimthann cocked an eyebrow. "Very scary, Inspector," He said, putting his hands on his hips, he turned to face Amsel again. "You want him?" He asked. "All he's done is taken a look at that statue. He knows sh**e about any O'us..."
Crimthann produced a knife from his pocket and swiftly cut Amsel's shirt down the middle. Crimthann then yanked the wire and receiver off of Amsel, ripping a healthy amount of chest-hair off of the German in the process. Crimthann waved the reciever, and tossed it into the back of his van.
"G'head, love," Crimthann said, speaking to Mordin again. "He's yours."
Crimthann patted Amsel on the back. "Sorry about yer shirt, mate. Here," Crimthann started, pulling a fifty euro from his pocket and handing it to Amsel. "Get yerself a new one. An' a new pair O'pants whilst yer at it."
Crimthann crossed his arms and meandered to the rear of the van. Ronan narrowed his eyes on Mordin. "What's yer name, sweetheart?"
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Post by Jess on Apr 1, 2008 16:05:13 GMT -5
(( I appologize ahead of time for the following ^.^ ))
Thankgod for appearing helpless... as Dom snuck around behind the van and completely out of sight of everybody. Even though trust was little with this group, the little savant wasn't about to let an adventure pitter out before it even started, and sicne he was an Elf and quite naturally sneaky his little plan might work...
He continued to make his way behind the man with the guns, barefeet making no noise against the hard concrete surface. He tip-toed his way around sticks and brush, careful not to move a single thing as he went, withdrawing a large compact from his pocket and opening it up to reveal a large powderpuff covered in white powder- his favorite cover-up.
When he was in range to do the deed, the little elf burst with speed that was unearthly fast in coparison to humans- Elfs are fast after all. Still making no noise he leapt up into the air and onto the mans back and with a loud *PHOOF* the two were engulfed in a cloud of makeup powder as the puff was slammed into the mans face- the eyes area.... He did warn everyone that someone would be leaving with makeup after all.
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