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Post by NETHANIEL on Mar 26, 2012 22:42:28 GMT -5
Ohara was about to be rocked. The meeting of destiny about proceed, and things were going to go down. On her shores, a cloaked figure stepped to and made land fall. He stood there looking around, his face hidden by the shadows his hood cast. Around his waste was a belt, or more likely a whip with razor blades that acted like a belt. Nethaniel was here on business. He had been recruited by a marine admiral to go on the hunt for some high threat criminals that went off the radar somewhere around here. Being recruited meant either they had failed, or did not have the resources at the time to send a team in themselves. Either way, it meant more money for him.
Nethaniel was to hunt 3 criminals in a small crime band that was kidnapping innocent people, scamming people out of money, and duping the government over and over. He had his basic information, it was up to him now to run with it. However, he was asked upon arrival to meet somewhere on the outskirts of Ohara. There was supposedly something more he needed to know before he started his mission.
Little did Nethaniel know, what he was asked to meet for would have been the fact that there would be two others joining him. So Neth would head for the predestined spot to meet a representative for the person who hired him. It would take him a bit, but soon enough, he landed right where he needed to be. He examined the place, making sure he wasn't being watched or set up, then satisfied, walked inside and waited until he met his audience.
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Post by Zephos Lagerfeld on Mar 31, 2012 11:45:36 GMT -5
"So hot~" The burning sand shifted underneath Lagerfeld's unprotected feet as he walked along the beach. It was...uncomfortable, to say the least, but he made no effort to avoid this path. This detour was the fastest route, after all. He assumed that it was around midday from the temperature and intensity of the sun, but that was the best guess he could muster given his condition. The reason that Lagerfeld was subjecting himself to this discomfort at all was because he'd been hired by the Marines to take apart a small group of criminals. Not a particularly fun job, but it was a job nonetheless.
When his journey finally took him off the sand, Lagerfeld breathed a sigh of relief. Sometimes pain was good; this time it mostly certainly was not. When he finally encountered some passerbys, Lagerfeld inquired as to where a particular building was, the same building that he'd been told to present himself in before the contract was formally accepted, and left once his questions were answered. It took him a bit longer than it probably should have to actually find the building, but one can only expect so much from a blind man...
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Post by VEE MENU on Mar 31, 2012 17:40:11 GMT -5
Stepping from a backroom, a woman wearing what seemed to be a crime-fighting, super heroine outfit stood standing in the doorway. Lieutenant Commander Julia Rivers, aka Violet was the undercover informant for the bounty hunters. "Is this it? Is this everyone that's coming?" She clenched her fists and grinded her teeth. She'd been expecting three, but one? Frozen in quiet contemplation, Violet began considering her alternatives only to pause once the second hunter appeared. "You're late!" She growled, moving towards a small table at the center of the foyer turned conference room. Skimming over the documents in her hands, she eyed the bounty hunters scrutinously. " My name is Lieutenant Commander.." She paused. "Call me Violet from here on out.." She continued. "Now, we haven't much time and we are a man short for the mission going down tonight.. If we are to complete our mission on time, we will need to hurry, so please, keep your questions to a minimum and do exactly what I say.." She looked them over once more. "As you may already know, Ohara is extremely pacifistic. They are strictly against the carrying of weapons by anyone outside of the law.. In order for us to move forward without risk of apprehension or delay, you will need to leave your weapons behind.."Stepping to the side, Violet lifted a plank off the floor, revealing a hidden compartment. "Please, remove all weapons and place them inside this storage locker.. Do not worry, they will be safely returned to you once we are safely inside the tree city and passed the inspection checkpoints.. Once you comply, meet me inside the wagon waiting outside.. I will then brief you on your mission as we travel to the city.."With that, Violet gathered her papers and left the building. Leaping into a wagon with an oversized red bison at the tongue and an elderly man in the drivers seat, Violet waited for the two bounty hunters to join her. |
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Post by NETHANIEL on Apr 1, 2012 20:56:49 GMT -5
Inside, Neth finally met the person who hired him. Sadly though, it seemed he had company on the mission. He had hoped to gain all the bounty for himself, but it seemed that would not be the case. Neths emotions however could not be seen under his hooded cloak. He was a bounty hunter, and an assassin in his own right. With that, Neth accepted the fact he was not alone. He knew either way, he would be key.
Neth listened to the little speech the one known as Violet had given. Such a bossy little bitch. It made Neth smirk under his hood. However he was uncomfortable with giving up his weapons. However, he knew she was right. If anything funny happened, he would personally snap her neck. He undid his belt, which happened to be a bladed whip. He handed it over to the hidden compartment.
He eyed the one known as Violet before backing away. As she left, he too would follow until he was able to make his way into the wagon and take his seat. He stayed quite the whole time, at least for now, wishing not to be known any more than he had been. Whatever the case, money was money. He had only hoped no one was currently spying on them. Because that would be a bad thing... For the spy that is.
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