"Hurry up!" Abbadon said, flapping his wings just hard enough to stay aloft. "And be careful with that! It's fragile!" He watched as the men he'd hired, which used up his last bit of money, moved all his tech from the room he shared with Ulrich in the tower to the wagon outside. "Don't screw this up!" he said, pointing at a guy who almost tripped. "That ink is expensive!" What he didn't tell the movers was the ink that particular man was carrying was nanobots.

It took a while but, once the wagon was loaded, the winged hybrid flew as fast as he could while dragging it to the new shop, where Ulrich waited. It wasn't too far but the wagon definitely slowed him down to at most a quarter of his full speed. "I should've had Ulrich pull the wagon." he frowned. "I hope he's stalling the guy."

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Ulrich smirked as he moved piece after piece, watching the board carefully. It was their third game and, as he saw the checkmate, his third loss. "Wow. I really suck at Chess," he said, laughing. "Sorry for making you wait. Abbadon should be here soon." He sat across from the man who owned the building, in his armor and trying to make conversation while they played.

"You said that 5 times now." the man frowned. He was getting really impatient. "He was supposed to be here an hour ago to sign the paperwork. If he's not here within the next 15 minutes, he doesn't get the shop."

"Don't be like that." Ulrich frowned. "You're the only one who'd give him a chance. Everyone else shut him down quickly because of his mixed heritage."

The man nodded with a sigh. "I see your point. Still, I have other appointments. This isn't the only building I'm leasing. What's taking him so long, anyways?"

"He has to get his machines out of my room. The people at the tower don't want him bringing customers in there anymore." Ulrich chuckled, reaching to scratch the back of his head, though his helmet was in the way.

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Abbadon gasped as he stopped outside the shop. He released the harness and ran inside, seeing Ulrich and the leasing agent setting up a chess board. "Sorry I'm so late." Abbadon said, frowning. "I had to make sure all my machines were being moved properly after I unplugged them from each other."

Both men looked at the winged being with a nod.

"Anyways, I'm here to sign the paperwork. I even brought my own pen." As he said this, he pulled a pen from his toga, smiling. "I'm prepared."

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It wasn't too long before the paperwork was gone through and signed. By the time the leasing agent had left, Ulrich had gotten all the big machinery and most of the rest inside. The pair worked together to fix his machines up in 2 of the 4 back rooms.

"My own tattoo studio." Abbadon squealed. "It's perfect. Or, it will be, once it's all decorated."

Ulrich, who had since removed his armor, reached up to pat Abbadon's back. "Everything's gonna be great."

After a break to eat lunch the pair finished their work and closed the shop to open the next day.

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Upon returning to the tower, Ulrich asked about the group who'd been sent into the Narrows, who had yet to return yet. He'd had a bad feeling about that particular quest. Then again, he had a bad feeling about anything involving the Stygian Blade.

Abbadon, however, went straight for the cute woman he always flirted with and always got shot down by.

"Hey there, cutie. Why aren't you out on a mission? Couldn't go without me? I understand. I am, after all, irresistable."

[OOC: [@Fairess], that last line is towards Eve.]