Debt to pay

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Debt to pay
Topic Started: Jun 30 2008, 09:20 PM (173 Views)
Abnormal-Child	Jun 30 2008, 09:20 PM Post #1
Administrator Posts: 538 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: April 13, 2008	A grim look was fixed on Logan’s face as he stared down at the passing filth running though the tunnels. He hated his place, and he hated the people more. Nothing good came from down here, if he had his own way, he would drag every last one of these lower level scum to the Houses of Justice for confession, he bet not one person who walked though these tunnel was innocent. It had been one week and Logan was already thinking like one of those Inquisitor bastard. He hated himself for it. He’d only witnessed two “Integration” so far and he was already getting use to it, yet he was sick the first time when witnessing someone have their big toe crushed by a hammer. He sighed heavily and pushed away from the wall and let his back click and loosen up, best get comfortable if he was going to wait here for long. He’d been asked to come in his wife’s place in order to discuss how to repay her debts. Something Logan didn’t take much pleasure in, but their was little he could do really. Not being one to beat around the bush, Logan hadn’t bothered to change his clothing, he made it clear who his new alliances were. He was clad in black soft leather. A heavy jacket hung from his shoulders, it’s bottom lightly brushing the filth of the floor. His torso was rapped in a black waist coat and black shirt, and his legs were covered by a pair of dark trousers. Area’s of his clothing were fashioned with silver metal and thin chain, he looked every part a Inquisitor and soon that would be his trade. He was currently a practitioner for The Royal Inquisitors, so he was normally asked to cover his face as well, seeing as his job initialled him dragging folk off the streets and that wasn’t something people liked took kindly. Today, hiding his face wouldn’t help matters.



Lizbeth DelMire	Jun 30 2008, 10:04 PM Post #2
Newbie Posts: 8 Group: Members Member #12 Joined: June 12, 2008	Out of the streets and out of her bulky disguise, Lizbeth was still clothed in rags, just not so many. She walked around the tunnels watching the people move to and fro. Something about the tunnels gave her a good feeling. She'd done something, and made a name for herself, and she was damned proud of it. But, look at that. Black covered and brooding was that void-user's husband. Looks like he did indeed get the spot as an inquisitor. People around him seemed skittish and the crowd seemed to circle widely around him. She remembered lending his wife money, so that was probably why he was here. She moved through the crowd, In her own right having it separated in front of her. Stopping for a moment to talk to a small dwarf about a client of hers, she glanced over to make sure that Logan was still there. "Look, I know they're daft, but just let 'im know if he don't 'andle this correctly all 'e owes us back is the money we lent 'im. You set up a amount o' time for 'im, and if 'e can't, well..." She half grinned and waved the dwarf off. She finally approached Logan. 'Well, looks like ye've got the job. A word o' advice though, the garb. People may be avoidin' ya, but not everyone knows their place." She folded her arms, "Now about those debts, That must be why yer here. Forgive me, but I don't do 'everything' anymore." They'd have to figure this out quickly, he looked as uncomfortable her as everyone did around him. Rubbing her forehead, she led him out of the crowd and into and office a little farther down the tunnels. "Much quieter 'ere."



Abnormal-Child	Jun 30 2008, 10:32 PM Post #3
Administrator Posts: 538 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: April 13, 2008	"Now about those debts, That must be why yer here. Forgive e, but I don't do 'everything' anymore." Logan let out a light grunt at her comment and softly smiled. A forced smile, but a smile no less. He didn’t meet many of her kind, yellow and green huh? Didn’t see many of those either. "Much quieter 'ere." As she moved away, he followed. His steps were slow and paced, keeping a few steps distance at all times. You never can be to careful down these parts. Never know who had a knife and who was going to use it. Logan knew this well enough from his guard duty. Fact was Logan was wearing a heavy sword and ugly mace on his hip for protection if need be. “Mind if we speak plainly”, Logan asked in a low tone as he slowed to a stop a few steps away. His eyes followed the last few who passed, his eyes watched out for his own kind more though, he was more fearful of his new employer. For a moment he stood ideal. His ruff mitts rubbing at his neck and chin. Just above his collar he had gained himself a rash, his flesh was red and raw, to much itching most likely. Luckily the rash wasn’t anything to major, though it did spread over a large area of his body now. He suspected it to be a side effect from his Void magic use., He didn’t believe he could have gained it from his wife, she wasn’t one to sleep about, she would know his reaction. “We can’t pay cash….funds are low…”, he waited for her reaction He could offer services if she wished it, his hands were already dirty, another task, another crime, what difference was it to him.



Lizbeth DelMire	Jun 30 2008, 11:56 PM Post #4
Newbie Posts: 8 Group: Members Member #12 Joined: June 12, 2008	"Can't afford ta pay? S'not not a good thing to say don't ya think?" She raised an eyebrow at him. "If you were something else, well, I won't go inta it. But you and your wife are good connections to keep. I'm willin' to find an alternative. I myself participate little in crime nowadays," She said in a sort of half odd tone, realizing how much of an oxymoron that sentence was. "But me clients do require 'ired 'elp 'ere and there. I'm willing to allow you off, and even pay you should you or your wife (if she finds the offer intriguing) agree to work as mercenaries. Of course you'll be payed, and to cover the debt ya owe me all I ask is a small amount of your earnings as you earn them. So, how about it?" She herself saw little of his job as an inquisitor. It intimidated her little, she saw herself as a necessity in both levels of society. She kept crime organized, and without her, someone her take her place. Most likely someone more ruthless. In the end all she would have to worry about were idiots. Logan didn't strike her as an idiot. "If interaction's with the criminal's worries you, we could always have you tailed by agents to make sure that no-one else is watching your back. It seems you have a knack at making dangerous friends. You know, The grape Vine doesn't just lend out money and hire help to criminal's, we're good with information, and good at keeping secrets." She stopped, gave him a moment to mull over the proposal, although he probably wouldn't turn it down under the circumstances.



Abnormal-Child	Jul 1 2008, 12:11 AM Post #5
Administrator Posts: 538 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: April 13, 2008	"Can't afford to pay? That is not a good thing to say don't you think?", "If you were someone else, well, I won't go into it. But you and your wife are good connections to keep. I'm willing to find an alternative. I myself participate little in crime nowadays," “You don’t say”. Logan commented with a sly smiled on his ruff face. His toothy smile slowly vanished a grim expression reappeared. Only a fool would think you were clean my dear…proving it, now that’s a different matter. "But my clients do require hired help here and there. I'm willing to allow you off, and even pay you should you or your wife (if she finds the offer intriguing) agree to work as mercenaries. Of course you'll be paid, and to cover the debt you owe me all I ask is a small amount of your earnings as you earn them. So, how about it?", "If interaction's with the criminal's worries you, we could always have you tailed by agents to make sure that no-one else is watching your back. It seems you have a knack at making dangerous friends. You know, The grape Vine doesn't just lend out money and hire help to criminal's, we're good with information, and good at keeping secrets." “We’ll lend our services. My wife’s condition….limits her abilities to get about a freely as myself but she’ll offer her support. You know how to contact us? Address?”, Logan asked with a smile as he slipped his hand in side his jacket pocket and removed a small slip of paper and offered it freely towards Lizbeth but withdraw it for a moment. “I advice avoid direct contact with myself in public, but I’m sure your no fool., he let out another toothy grin and offered the note once more. (crap post, sorry]



Lizbeth DelMire	Jul 1 2008, 12:42 AM Post #6
Newbie Posts: 8 Group: Members Member #12 Joined: June 12, 2008	She watched his toothy smile disappear. Good, he understood that it'd be hard to pin her down, too much trouble as well. Liz took the paper from his hand and opening it, glancing at the writing on the paper. "We knew, it's just good to know that my agents are managing well." "Well you shouldn't worry about me approaching you in public. I myself rarely leave the Lower Levels. We'll be able to send you notices inconspicuously. She slipped the paper into a pocket of hers. From a drawer on the side of the room in an old looking set of drawers she took a small group of papers. "You'll have to fill these out, a couple things so that the folks that hire you know who they're getting. Your alias, talents, preferences in jobs if need be. We don't ask for much, not even name, can't risk those being leaked at all, in fact no-one here has their name on record anywhere." "Well there you go. put it outside of one of your windows when you finish, preferably a second story one. We'll get it. Don't worry about your safety you have my word. None of my people will go inside your home."



Abnormal-Child	Jul 2 2008, 08:34 PM Post #7
Administrator Posts: 538 Group: Admin Member #1 Joined: April 13, 2008	"We knew, it's just good to know that my agents are managing well.", "Well you shouldn't worry about me approaching you in public. I myself rarely leave the Lower Levels. We'll be able to send you notices inconspicuously.”, "You'll have to fill these out, a couple things so that the folks that hire you know who they're getting. Your alias, talents, preferences in jobs if need be. We don't ask for much, not even name, can't risk those being leaked at all, in fact no-one here has their name on record anywhere." His eyes narrowed for a moment and he took a hold of the forms reluctantly. With a muffled sign he shoved the forms into his inside jacket pocket. “I’ll get them done soon enough”, he replied with a nod as he straightened out his jacket. "Well there you go. put it outside of one of your windows when you finish, preferably a second story one. We'll get it. Don't worry about your safety you have my word. None of my people will go inside your home." He finished with a light nod and wondered off though the crowds and began to make his way toward the upper level by a number of elevators and trains.


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