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Post by JeY k on Nov 25, 2014 13:29:04 GMT -5
The boy seemed to be stirring about, several hours later. It was far before the guard's shift change unfortunately, meaning he would probably have to put some effort into watching him now that he's awake. Hopefully he would be still too tired to move. He waited for the inevitable as well, which came right on cue. "You're in the main holding facility. A client is letting us keep you as collateral while one our personnel is with the client on a mission." The guard wasn't really filled in with the details, so a lot of this was probably a repeat of what he was told earlier.
All he knew was to make sure that the subject was to stay both captive and safe. He wasn't the only guard on the premise, but he was the one actively in charge of Dirhael currently. And currently, all he would care about is making sure his duties are fulfilled. Unless the captives actually had legitimate stories to tell, he was never very interested in conversations. Stories passed time, and time was all he needed to pass. He never provoked them unfortunately, most of the time people are boring. The good storytellers are few and far between, in this guard's experience.
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Post by Siris on Dec 2, 2014 20:23:31 GMT -5
Dirhael nodded at the terse answer, thinking to himself. "So, it worked..." He sighed. Without Lunari and Astral, his head was very quiet, and this was only with them in his possession for about an hour. He had enjoyed their company, even Jane's... Stockholm, as they had called her. Well, her's to an extent. He had rarely talked to anyone while growing up in the refuge of Traverse Town. Everyone was too busy trying to get home... Look's like he hopped on that bandwagon.
He looked out the window, trying to see if he could determine where he was I relation to the house, but there wasn't enough to outside to figure it out. He looked back at the guard. "Few worlds have escaped my scope. When I had been taken her, with Jane, as she called herself, she had, ah... tempted me with the promises of undiscovered treasure and knowledge. What is this world? And... Why choose here as a base?"
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Post by JeY k on Dec 3, 2014 13:15:40 GMT -5
While only half-listening to what he considered a general complaint toward his situation, he would seemed to be much more involved when a question became involved. This shift was definitely not going to be any fun if they only played twenty questions in between mild complaints. Maybe silence would have been better since in that case he could easily day dream, but of course, humans were social creatures. Without a reason to be astray from making conversation, he probably would pry as much as he could. The guard really hoped he didn't anyway.
"We're in Neverland. Our business practice is really nothing you need to be worried about, however. If you're really curious, go ask Quill in the other room. he'd love to tell you all about us." Once he was done speaking, the guard turned his head back to the window. It was a perfect mitigation technique, he'd be free of this bothersome captive and he wouldn't have to actively follow him around. While this particular man was in charge of Dirhael directly, there were other guards on the premise that served as general watchmen. Though, no matter who he was in the company with if something happened, this particular guard would be the one held fully accountable.
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Post by Siris on Dec 9, 2014 12:57:15 GMT -5
Dirhael raised an eyebrow. "Neverland? An odd name." He thought. He wondered if Lunari and Astral would know more about this place. Yet it seemed he wouldn't need to wait, as the guard had granted him permission to walk into another room. What kind of guard lets his prisoner do that? Aren't they worried about him fighting back? He shook his head, before going into the indicated room, poking his head in first. If the room was occupied by more than one person, he would ask. "Ah, I'm looking for a... Quill?" If it was just a single man, he would walk in fully, asking. "Quill? I was told you could tell me more about this world... or... what exactly this operation is?"
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Post by JeY k on Dec 9, 2014 13:54:37 GMT -5
Oh, he actually fell for it! Well, not really, the guard wasn't really lying per se, but it felt good to get away with turning over his duties and distracting the captive. Regardless, his mind tuned out the moment the other man got up and started walking and he went right back to daydreaming. As for going into the other room, there were three men who perked up at Dirhael's presence, but once Quill was mentioned, a fourth grunted "Yeah?" without turning his head. When Dirhael asked however, it became a different story.
"And who wants to know--" when he turned and saw who asked, a smile crept on his face. Interesting. "Hey, I recognize you! I was there when that bat-shit insane chick brought you in. Lucky for you, I'm not the 'screwing over others' type like she is, so I'll let you in on a few things since you're going to be squeezed for every last penny when you're out of here." Rather than just his head, Quill now rotated his entire body to face the inquiring man, and then gestured to a nearby empty chair. Hopefully that wouldn't require any explanation, or if he chose to continue standing anyway then so be it, at least he offered.
"This operation, you say? We have big-time mercs for hire on big-time jobs, and obviously the gig is expensive but any solid criminal knows to shoot their henchmen once the job is done to prevent paying them. We like our mercs alive and getting paid, so require a little incentive to ensure that it happens. Basically that chick screws over our merc, we screw over her by killing you. It works because if she gets the job done successfully she gets a double pay-day, whatever she gets from the job and whatever she gets from you, heh heh heh. Otherwise," Quill raised his hand and extended his pointer finger, sliding it across his own throat. He started laughing harder.
Taking a second to quiet down and calm himself, he'd look Dirhael back in the eye and continue. "I'm not normally so eager to fill in the captives but damn I feel bad for you! That lady is offer 'er rocker, lemme tell you!" And then he started laughing again. He didn't seem to be trying too hard to quiet himself this time, indicating he was probably done speaking for the time being, unless Dirhael remained silent for an abnormally long time. Then he'd probably ask him what was wrong, but in no way a sincere fashion.
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Post by Siris on Jan 24, 2015 21:16:19 GMT -5
Dirhael nods as he is gestured into the room. He uneasily takes a seat beside his captors, but puts his elbows on his knees and leans forward to listen with interest to Quill. He furrowed his eyes as he instantly calls Stockholm "bat-shit crazy" and "the screwing over type". Maybe he was too quick to say he was enjoying Stockholm's presence. He tilts his head, but allows Quill to finish explaining the set-up, nodding at the sense of it all, if a little crude, but... Dirhael clears his throat, before gesturing at the man. "I... haven't really known her that long. Who is she? What's her name, and... " He looks around, at the building and people. "Do you know what she needs of this place, of your people?" He narrows his eyebrows curiously. "Also, when she returns, will my weapons and backpack be returned to me?" He leans back, crossing his arms for a moment, wondering what else he could glean from these mercs but... He had the essentials down. His goal right now was knowing who was about to be accompanying when he left.
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Post by JeY k on Feb 2, 2015 13:49:34 GMT -5
Seems their recent captive wasn't the most satisfied with being spoon-fed a massive helping of valuable information! Well, maybe he was just greedy and wanted to see how far he could go since the guy did seem pretty smart even if he was taken in by someone like Stockholm. Quill still felt rather sorry for the guy so he wouldn't cut him off so hastily this time but hopefully those questions were valuable to him because they were the last he was going to answer before sending him back to the room.
"'Ey, settle down there, I'm not your charity of information. You're really in a pickle though, so those last few? That's it." He was going to make it clear right up front that whatever information he was getting now would be the last of it. "That coked-up lady tells people to call her Stockholm, whatever that means, hardly a name for someone that pretty though. Anyway, we're a business, not a gang of thieves, of course you get your stuff back." There would be silence after that. He obviously missed a question to anyone paying attention, but he wasn't entirely aware of that himself.
Not only that, but the poor man would get no opportunity to get it answered anyway. "Now, shoo with you, back in the room before we bind you to the bed!" Well, that was needlessly graphic, but it would get the picture across. Maybe. If Dirhael didn't scoot soon he would be facing down a bunch of grizzly men and some finely-crafted rope. Unfortunately the rest of his day would be left to sit and rot, until food would be made anyway. Freshly-hunted wildlife would be on the menu, too.
[OOC: Any qualms to skipping a day and jumping to where Stockholm returns from here?]
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Post by Siris on Feb 4, 2015 12:43:19 GMT -5
((Nope! Skip away!))
Dirhael realized he was pushing his luck, in the face of his most important question being answered. Well, he would be released into her 'custody' once she returned. He only hoped she would not forsake him, but with all the effort everyone seemed to put into this place, he had little doubts she would return. What she did with him AFTER is the more concerning part. Dirhael sighed, standing and bowing his head respectfully. "Thank you, Quill. May the..." He moved his different colored eyes upwards for a second. What did they call it? "... Grand Library bless you with it's knowledge." Sounds like something a librarian keeper would say. He turned, returning to his room, and laid upon the bed, staring up at the ceiling. Despite his previous rest, fatigue still touched him, the travel between worlds really doing a number on him. He took in a deep breath, before falling asleep.
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Post by JeY k on Feb 17, 2015 9:37:17 GMT -5
Through the course of this day and some of the next, the guards took decent care of their captive. The food was tolerable and the bed wasn't the in the worst shape and he could more or less freely move about; unless he tried to make a run for it, then an esteemed archer lookout would easily catch his leg with an arrow or one of the invisible-wall traps would stun him. They were not worried about his escape, hence being able to move around so openly. He wouldn't be told any more than he has to at this point, if there was any talk at all it would be small talk. The guards weren't the brightest but they couldn't be tricked into slipping.
Vaguely before noon the next day however, Dirhael would either be awoken first (if asleep) then summoned to the main gate for departure. They didn't go outside however, he was lead by one of the guards to the side of the entrance and down a trap door into a tunnel where they walked for a few minutes (probably in silence as the guard wouldn't reply to anything Dirhael wanted to say) until they reached another ladder up through another trap door. They were back int he original dungeon he was thrown into when he was first captured by Stockholm and brought to the house in the woods.
They made their way upstairs and the original gang was all there, including the tall lady with scarlet hair herself. "Oh! Look at you, fresh as an apple. An apple I can't wait to get a taste of..." Stockholm seemed eager to see her puppet again, though her face looked happy and no sense of twisted malice were present even if he knew they were there. "Here's your cut. Pleasure doing business~" now she sounded flirtatious toward whatever crew member received a small bag of munny, to which she immediately grasped Dirhael's hand and began to haul him off without another word. The leader of the pack from before cleared his throat in an interruptive fashion and Stockholm stopped dead in her tracks. "Not so fast. He didn't come empty handed. I'm not a thief, like you." The leader looked over to a grunt and motioned his head in an 'over here' gesture. The grunt nodded, left, and a few seconds leader returned with a sack containing all of Dirhael's belongings. All of them, relatively untouched, and handed it to the man. "Right... Well, let's not dawdle then," And then they were off again, before the man had a chance to even fish out his daggers.
The door slammed behind him, but rather than stopping to discuss what happens next they kept going. If Dirhael tried to speak sooner she would demand that he waited. Once they were a reasonable distance away, she would stop and turn around. "Nice work. I honestly wasn't expecting to pull that off. What's your name again? With the right connections you can make a lot of money doing some dirty work." She seemed sincere, but something seemed... off. Her natural charming aura would dull Dirhael's awareness if he wasn't focused or strong-willed, and her current pitched seemed to be working under the assumption that she could manipulate him some more. It seemed she found a useful pawn after all.
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Post by Siris on Feb 23, 2015 14:49:57 GMT -5
Dirhael was awake when the guard came to lead him outside. He would observe everything around him as he left, as his time had been spent formulating escape plans after he could no longer glean anymore information about the compound itself. As they left the building however, every single one of his plans went up in flames as he spotted the archer atop the building. He was lead to the gate, both elation and fear in his stomach as he believed he would be set free just like that, without any of his supplies, or his daggers. However, he was lead through a side trap door, being lead into a somewhat familiar tunnel. He looked at the guard leading him. "Where are you taking me, sir?" He deadpans as the guard seemingly ignores him, before facing forward. Lead up another ladder, he emerges into the original room they walked into, the circle of mercenaries and Stockholm amongst them.
Dirhael's eyes widened, but he could barely get in a word as every talked and acted around him. He was pulled towards the door, quietly sayig "Wait, what about my thi-" He was interrupted as the leader would hold out his belongings in a his backpack. Dirhael grabbed it, his hand fishing for one of his daggers, but Stockholm pulled him out before he could. She would continue to pull them until they made their way far enough from the compound, and she began speaking to him once more. "Huh? Oh, uh... Dirhael." He said, answering he question. He seemed entranced with her, unable to tear himself away from looking at her face. "Hm, -dirty- work, eh..." He was completely lost in thought for a moment, as his mind wandered, wondering what kind of work they would do together. Where'd they go, who'd they fight... Wait, how would he fight them...? His daggers! Dirhael dug into his bag, grasping the hilt of one of the blades, the dagger beginning to glow bright enough to notice the blue light in the middle of the day.
"Oh, it's you..." The male voice, Astral, spoke. Dirhael rolled his eyes, cursing his luck in pulling this one out. "I see you managed to stay alive in captivity. Gotta say we're better off with you than those idiotic mercs. One of them pulled me out and took some swings on a dummy! He called me impractical! I was just about ready to surge enough energy into his body to kill him." Dirhael shook his head, pushing the noisy voice away as he pulled the dagger out of his bag, speaking more coherently to Stockholm, the dagger's energy seeming to break whatever reverie he was in.
"Whoa, whoa, whoa. Back up a moment." He said, his voice firmer as he stared her down. "I'm not about to work with someone who just threw me to the wolves, no matter how much money it is. I'd better get some answers before you think we could work together." If she'd agree to it, he could begin listing them off. "How about we start with your -real- name, where you are from, why you needed those mercenaries, and what you could possibly be aiming to do now, with me helping you?" He crossed his arms, dagger pointed upwards as he waited for her response.
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Post by JeY k on Apr 11, 2015 14:47:57 GMT -5
Oh cute. The boy was getting on the offensive. Stockholm didn't really like the questioning types, those that wanted answers and individuality. Mindless drones were the preference, they always did what they were told and never needed to know why in order to second-guess any motives. She had to admit, this kid was good though, though bound to be a liability if he wasn't down to get dirty and rich quick no matter who he tramples over in the process. If he was any sort of a hero type, the demon witch might be tempted to take him down on the spot and rid her resumé of that blemish forever.
Time to put that pipsqueek in his place. Stockholm burst out laughing the moment he started demanding answers, taking at least two minutes to finally calm down and get a hold of herself. It was really funny to think that the messiest manipulator in Port Royal was about to be made an equal. "Alright, calm down. There is nothing I said that even remotely suggests we're working together, sugar. First and for most, the name you and everyone gets to call is Stockholm. Second, My business is my business alone. Just because you were a chess piece in the scheme of things doesn't make you entitled to know jack, hun."
Straight to the point. She only wanted to be associated to this blabbermouth if he was going to sit down and shut up. In fact, she wouldn't even give him anything to go off from that. They would just continue to walk, in silence if Dirhael never spoke up at this point. She was pretty close to parting ways, but there was a contact she was meeting out here as the final piece of the job. He could follow her right until she was going to get escorted off this world.
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