Mmm a demon character. That sounds like mighty fun
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Del should have been there with him. She knew Luff was accustomed to working alone but to send her off on some silly errand instead of allowing her to have his back on this was sheer foolishness. It wasn’t even an important task. Luff had asked her to oversee the delivery of some sides of beef at the butcher shop. The delivery trucks would be coming around 2 am and apparently that was more important than his furtive mission to the docks.
So naturally, Del had followed him.
It had been easy enough to convince a number of Luff’s little ones to oversee the shipment. With luck, she could find out what Luff was up to and be back in time for the shipment. Even if she couldn’t, it’s just beef. Not much danger there.
Dressed in casual clothes with only a small fighting knife, she slithered from shadow to shadow, tailing her only friend, her curiosity was only piqued further. He seemed bothered, in a hurry. Luff never hurried. His almost compulsive need for control ensured that he never had to deal with unexpected consequences. To see him not at ease was worrisome indeed.
Once on the docks, Luff had paused around the corner from a pair who were engaged in conversation. Del was about 100 feet away from Luff. Her elven eyes could see clearly in the dark but she still struggled to make out what the pair was talking about. Hopefully Luff would be able to hear what he came for.
She had to muffle a shout of surprise when a cloaked figure appeared behind Luff and pressed a small handgun to the back of his head. Luff stiffened noticeably as the cold metal pressed against his skin. The small figure called out to the conversational duo and they quickly converged on Luff.
This was about to get messy.
One of them, a male, injected Luff with what could only be an extremely potent tranquilizer because he collapsed bonelessly a few seconds later. Del watched helplessly as a truck was pulled around and her only friend was loaded into it. The pair who had been talking, as well as the cloaked stranger, got into the truck and it slowly drove away.
“Shit,” Del cursed loudly. “Shit, shit shit!”
She waited until the truck had gone a fair way and then started off at a gentle trot. The truck seemed in no hurry and so neither was she. But she had to get Luff back. That stubborn old bastard and really fucked up this time. Though as she thought about the rescue, a sly grin crept onto her face. This was going to be fun.
Del’s elven stamina had allowed her to maintain a steady pace behind the truck until it left the city proper and began the winding trek to the hills on the outskirts of Santa Somabra. Cursing, Del slowed down and it wasn’t long before the truck was out of sight. Del had never stolen a car before but one of the bangers she had “serviced” in her days as a whore had drunkenly explained the process to her. How hard could it be?
She smashed the window of a nearby car and hopped in. The alarm began to chirp. Loudly.
“Shit,” Del grunted. She pried off the plastic covering revealing some colored wires. Thinking back to the slurred instructions she had received, she grabbed what she believed to be the correct wires and connected the exposed ends. There were sparks and the car sputtered to life. Mercifully, the alarm shut off, too.
“That’s more like it!” Del exclaimed. She pressed the gas pedal all the way to the floor and took off in the direction that the truck had been headed.
It wasn’t long before she caught up to the truck. She slowed down to avoid detection and cautiously followed Luff’s captors to a large estate. Del dumped the car two hundred yards away from the estate and began her approach.
When the grounds of the estate came into sight, she watched as Luff’s unconscious body was placed in the garage and the group of men, along with what appeared to be a faerie, went in through the front door.
Del waited a few minutes and then approached the garage. The door wasn’t locked, but it was damned heavy. As quietly as she could, she lifted the door up just enough to slip under and lowered it slowly back to the ground. There was a soft thud that she sincerely hoped was not heard by anyone.
Turning the face the interior of the garage, she saw Luff in a chair, partially tied to it, while a man in his 30’s gawped at her in surprise. Fortunately, she recovered faster than he did. Del closed the gap between them in two strides and opened his throat with a single swipe of her knife. She continued in her movement, spinning around once she was behind him and pressed on his carotid with two fingers. Hard. The added pressure increased the flow rate of his lifeblood and four seconds later he collapsed soundlessly to the ground.
That bit taken care of, she turned to face her unconscious friend. Getting in had been easy. Getting out? Now that was another story.
So naturally, Del had followed him.
It had been easy enough to convince a number of Luff’s little ones to oversee the shipment. With luck, she could find out what Luff was up to and be back in time for the shipment. Even if she couldn’t, it’s just beef. Not much danger there.
Dressed in casual clothes with only a small fighting knife, she slithered from shadow to shadow, tailing her only friend, her curiosity was only piqued further. He seemed bothered, in a hurry. Luff never hurried. His almost compulsive need for control ensured that he never had to deal with unexpected consequences. To see him not at ease was worrisome indeed.
Once on the docks, Luff had paused around the corner from a pair who were engaged in conversation. Del was about 100 feet away from Luff. Her elven eyes could see clearly in the dark but she still struggled to make out what the pair was talking about. Hopefully Luff would be able to hear what he came for.
She had to muffle a shout of surprise when a cloaked figure appeared behind Luff and pressed a small handgun to the back of his head. Luff stiffened noticeably as the cold metal pressed against his skin. The small figure called out to the conversational duo and they quickly converged on Luff.
This was about to get messy.
One of them, a male, injected Luff with what could only be an extremely potent tranquilizer because he collapsed bonelessly a few seconds later. Del watched helplessly as a truck was pulled around and her only friend was loaded into it. The pair who had been talking, as well as the cloaked stranger, got into the truck and it slowly drove away.
“Shit,” Del cursed loudly. “Shit, shit shit!”
She waited until the truck had gone a fair way and then started off at a gentle trot. The truck seemed in no hurry and so neither was she. But she had to get Luff back. That stubborn old bastard and really fucked up this time. Though as she thought about the rescue, a sly grin crept onto her face. This was going to be fun.
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Del’s elven stamina had allowed her to maintain a steady pace behind the truck until it left the city proper and began the winding trek to the hills on the outskirts of Santa Somabra. Cursing, Del slowed down and it wasn’t long before the truck was out of sight. Del had never stolen a car before but one of the bangers she had “serviced” in her days as a whore had drunkenly explained the process to her. How hard could it be?
She smashed the window of a nearby car and hopped in. The alarm began to chirp. Loudly.
“Shit,” Del grunted. She pried off the plastic covering revealing some colored wires. Thinking back to the slurred instructions she had received, she grabbed what she believed to be the correct wires and connected the exposed ends. There were sparks and the car sputtered to life. Mercifully, the alarm shut off, too.
“That’s more like it!” Del exclaimed. She pressed the gas pedal all the way to the floor and took off in the direction that the truck had been headed.
It wasn’t long before she caught up to the truck. She slowed down to avoid detection and cautiously followed Luff’s captors to a large estate. Del dumped the car two hundred yards away from the estate and began her approach.
When the grounds of the estate came into sight, she watched as Luff’s unconscious body was placed in the garage and the group of men, along with what appeared to be a faerie, went in through the front door.
Del waited a few minutes and then approached the garage. The door wasn’t locked, but it was damned heavy. As quietly as she could, she lifted the door up just enough to slip under and lowered it slowly back to the ground. There was a soft thud that she sincerely hoped was not heard by anyone.
Turning the face the interior of the garage, she saw Luff in a chair, partially tied to it, while a man in his 30’s gawped at her in surprise. Fortunately, she recovered faster than he did. Del closed the gap between them in two strides and opened his throat with a single swipe of her knife. She continued in her movement, spinning around once she was behind him and pressed on his carotid with two fingers. Hard. The added pressure increased the flow rate of his lifeblood and four seconds later he collapsed soundlessly to the ground.
That bit taken care of, she turned to face her unconscious friend. Getting in had been easy. Getting out? Now that was another story.
Yeah, I've just been slammed. Sorry for the long delay. I'll get something up by this weekend!
It was good, nice bit of exploring in a new city. Walked about 50 miles total, which was nice.
I'm back from vacation! How is everyone doing?
Apologies for the short post. But I wanted to get something posted before I left town. I will have access to the internet so I can respond to PM's periodically. Looking forward to reading your posts this week and starting my contributions back up next week!
Luff walked slowly through the dockside district. The air was still, devoid of the usual vibrancy of the day time. Everything around him seemed to sag with age. There was a pride nestled within the sturdiness of the buildings and of the shipyard as a whole, but it all seemed to breathe a sigh of relief when the usual tenants left for the day. Rust spotted most metal surfaces and the elements had beaten down everything else.
The perfect spot for an ambush, really.
There had been word on the streets of a faerie who'd gotten herself in deep with the Italians. Well, the Martovannis, anyway. Luff's powerplay in establishing Fix with the Martovanni family had some unintended side-effects. That bothered Luff. So here he was, on the docks at night, trying to clean up his mess. Or at least get some information to make the process easier.
As he made his way deeper into the shipyard and closer to the waterfront he felt a pang of discontent. Del wasn't with him this time. She had some other things to attend to and so Luff trudged through the docks alone. He'd really come to enjoy working with her. Though a novice at this, she had a real knack for it and her innate showmanship often left him with a faint smile.
But she wasn't here tonight and so he turned his thoughts back to the task at hand. When you're seven feet tall, stealth in the physical sense is quite difficult. In fact, Luff had almost given the practice up altogether. For Luff, stealth was in the planning, the scheming, the weaving of lies and identities into a web so confusing, no one assumed a simple ogre butcher could have any part in it. A lot of good that did him tonight, however. He walked with a purpose, cleavers hanging from his belt and a shotgun concealed under his cloak. He hoped he would not have to use them.
As he turned a corner and spotted the USS Junia at the end of the straightaway, he heard voices. As nimbly as he could, he threw himself into the closest alley and listened. One voice was female, the faerie in question undoubtedly. The other was cold, icy, but not without a sense of mirth. The man clearly felt in control of the situation. If he were to gauge the situation, he would not predict a favorable outcome for the faerie. The voices were difficult to hear and as the cadence of the conversation rose and fell he could make out a few select words. The last of which sent a shiver down his spine.
Nyctari
So those blood-suckers were in play now. That was good to know but not exactly reassuring. It was dangerous enough playing a game with the Hanged Men but immortal aristocrats with an affinity for the flesh trade were hardly Luff's choice of company.
Any wise ogre (a paradox if there ever was one) would tell you that there is a balance to be struck between the rising level of danger contained within a situation and one's benefit for staying in said situation. The moment the Nyctari family was mentioned, the scales crossed over from favoring benefit to favoring danger. Knowing this, Luff turned to leave. Or he would have if the cold barrel of a firearm didn't, at that very moment, press gently into the back of his skull.
"Don't move,"
The perfect spot for an ambush, really.
There had been word on the streets of a faerie who'd gotten herself in deep with the Italians. Well, the Martovannis, anyway. Luff's powerplay in establishing Fix with the Martovanni family had some unintended side-effects. That bothered Luff. So here he was, on the docks at night, trying to clean up his mess. Or at least get some information to make the process easier.
As he made his way deeper into the shipyard and closer to the waterfront he felt a pang of discontent. Del wasn't with him this time. She had some other things to attend to and so Luff trudged through the docks alone. He'd really come to enjoy working with her. Though a novice at this, she had a real knack for it and her innate showmanship often left him with a faint smile.
But she wasn't here tonight and so he turned his thoughts back to the task at hand. When you're seven feet tall, stealth in the physical sense is quite difficult. In fact, Luff had almost given the practice up altogether. For Luff, stealth was in the planning, the scheming, the weaving of lies and identities into a web so confusing, no one assumed a simple ogre butcher could have any part in it. A lot of good that did him tonight, however. He walked with a purpose, cleavers hanging from his belt and a shotgun concealed under his cloak. He hoped he would not have to use them.
As he turned a corner and spotted the USS Junia at the end of the straightaway, he heard voices. As nimbly as he could, he threw himself into the closest alley and listened. One voice was female, the faerie in question undoubtedly. The other was cold, icy, but not without a sense of mirth. The man clearly felt in control of the situation. If he were to gauge the situation, he would not predict a favorable outcome for the faerie. The voices were difficult to hear and as the cadence of the conversation rose and fell he could make out a few select words. The last of which sent a shiver down his spine.
Nyctari
So those blood-suckers were in play now. That was good to know but not exactly reassuring. It was dangerous enough playing a game with the Hanged Men but immortal aristocrats with an affinity for the flesh trade were hardly Luff's choice of company.
Any wise ogre (a paradox if there ever was one) would tell you that there is a balance to be struck between the rising level of danger contained within a situation and one's benefit for staying in said situation. The moment the Nyctari family was mentioned, the scales crossed over from favoring benefit to favoring danger. Knowing this, Luff turned to leave. Or he would have if the cold barrel of a firearm didn't, at that very moment, press gently into the back of his skull.
"Don't move,"
I'm off to Montreal, so hopefully it will be nice! And yeah I'll try and put something together before I go.
Weekend just started for me, fortunately I have this whole upcoming week off. Downside is, I will be out of the country and unable to post. I will try to get one more post in before I leave but I can't promise anything. Getting ready etc. takes up a lot of time.
The plot thickens!
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