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Post by Bee on Jan 19, 2009 21:57:35 GMT -5
 When Mnem felt compelled to carry out a transaction in person, she usually went to a small district near the slums--a few blocks of ill-kept but serviceable buildings and worn roads. It was out of the ghetto that Mnem and Minh called home, but it wasn't exactly a respectable part of the city, either. Mostly it was frequented by low-level gangbangers and obnoxious punk teenagers that thought they were tremendously hardcore. Authorities didn't take anyone here very seriously; it was a good place to do business. She wore one of her usual guises; black trousers, loose shirt, comfortable shoes. Her arm bracelet, just pushed on, lent her the rank and suit markings of a Six of Spades. Entirely without note, except the human form, which she was always reluctant to get rid of. She ducked into vacant space behind the small, now-empty office building where her little meeting was going to take place. Nearly showtime. |
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Post by Vyn on Jan 20, 2009 18:52:28 GMT -5
Lucius was in a rotten mood. He'd been in The City for far longer than could have ever pleased him and all for some miserable little root for his potions! To think that the Outer Bazaar would not have anything of what he was looking for! Squanderous pestilent filth! Not a single one of the muddied, low-ranking peasants had any useful knowledge, not a one! Shop after shop, empty and denying him what he'd come in search of! Locating Severus among the squandry had been a pleasant turn of events in an otherwise infuriating amount of failure. So, reluctantly, he turned to individual peddlers. Despite being dreadful to associate with Yarrows were usually the best bet for poisonous flora -- in this case, a particularly hard to acquire root with a number of deadly potentials -- and, to his great pleasure, he finally located one in city to help. About damned time, really. Punctual as always, Mnem would soon here the sharp click of a staff against the cobbles accompanied by the dull but purposeful thud of his boots. He wanted to get this done quickly. |
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Post by Bee on Jan 22, 2009 15:37:10 GMT -5
She heard the boots and the tap-tap-tap of some kind of stick, then saw the starkly pale figure of a man. A Tulgey, as she had been told, or else someone who had magically and illogically turned out an albino like her son; she didn't see those very often.
She could only assume that this was to be her buyer. He looked higher class. And pompous. They tended to go hand-in-hand. She wondered briefly if he was going to use her root to carry out some kind of high-profile assassination. She didn't ask; she made it a policy not to.
She nodded politely in greeting and absently fingered her little carrying pouch; this little root was going to fetch her a pretty penny. She idly entertained the fantasy of using the proceeds to discreetly pay some hitman to knock off one her spawn in some messy fashion. My goodness, she would say. Beaten to death with a bar stool, how tragic. The reverie lasted only a second.
"Lucius, yes?"
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Post by Vyn on Feb 9, 2009 19:37:31 GMT -5
Lucius heard the woman's voice before he actually saw the one speaking to him. The Tulgey turned, fixing his gaze on the woman. 6 of Spades... Yet another fucking peasant. What else did he expect though, really? At least this one had their human form and wasn't running around like a damned animal in public.
He slowed to a stop before her, leaning on his staff as he looked her up and down. The Tulgey's grip tightened on his staff and his dark crimson eyes narrowed into cold slits as he peered across the space between them. "Yes, that would be me." His drawl was slow and entirely too self-absorbed, and an edge in his voice slowly began to border on pure disgust.
His absolute disdain for this useless rabble was starting to tell and he wasn't in the mood to hide it at the moment.
"Do you have what I'm looking for?" Or are you completely useless?
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Post by Bee on Feb 13, 2009 18:46:18 GMT -5
If what you’re looking for is your cane jammed up your ass, then yes, I do believe I have it.
Mnem tried not to get irritated—a daunting task, as she was by nature easily vexed. You didn’t talk to titled nobility like they were diseased rodents unless you had a powerful death wish; but she reminded herself that, at the moment, she was not a King. That was the point. And she would be walking away with a tidy sum. That would make not ramming that man’s cane up his ass worth it.
For the moment she settled for indulging in a mental act of brutal and grotesque violence.
“Certainly.”
She pulled the root out of her pouch and held it up for a moment for his examination. “I believe this is what you’re looking for. Money first, then it’s yours.” She’d had one experience—she prided herself on generally only making a mistake once—with someone who had attempted to grab the goods and run. It had not ended pleasantly for him.
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Post by Vyn on Jul 3, 2009 20:41:59 GMT -5
He almost though he caught a hint of mutual hatred, which would have been of great amusement to the serpent. Lowly Spade... it would almost be worth his time to provoke the bitch into getting her ass beat. The serpent smiled, timing his dark thoughts with the sight of the root coming into view.
It sure enough looked like what he wanted, but he honestly doubted that some miscreant off the streets would truly have what he was looking for? Especially if she didn't want him to look at it before he bought it?
"If you don't mind, I'd like to look at it first before I pay. I'd rather verify the authenticity before blindly handing over my money to a stranger." He wondered if she'd be the prideful sort that refused to back down to his demands? He really hated that sort of person, they always made life so difficult.
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Post by Bee on Jun 21, 2010 17:21:25 GMT -5
Mnem's irritation dissolved abruptly into boredom. She had half a mind to just turn and walk away, completed transaction or not; she thought it would also be a good demonstration of utter disdain, which she liked showing to uppity assholes.
Her voice was diplomatic with just a hint of a sneer: "You can inspect it plenty when you pay for it and I hand it to you, but I assure you, all my articles are genuine and high-quality. If you're dissatisfied or your fears are realized and I really don't hand it over, well--you're a king and I'm a little Six." There was more sneer than diplomacy now, and she titled her head in mock-curiosity. "Or don't you think you'd be able to take me in a fight?" She hoped the jab to his ego would persuade him enough to just hand over the money and take his purchase.
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Post by Vyn on Jun 24, 2010 20:32:21 GMT -5
The Tulgey's eyes narrowed a little further, merely red slits now. What a disrespectful bitch but also so expected of the disgusting Outsiders. Carefully controlling his urge to use his King's ability and stomp on her, Lucius flashed a cold smile toward the woman. There was no arguing with these ignorant fools.
He didn't bother to address the argument, merely returning the sneer of utter disdain as he humored the bitch. "If you insist." If her product turned out to be useless he would just have to torture her a bit and take his money back. Teach a lowly Six to disrespect a King like himself. Withdrawing the proper amount of coins from his wallet, Lucius dropped the selection of coins into her greedy hands.
"And my product?" Lucius extended a hand, almost waiting for the woman to give him a reason to retaliate. He'd like the chance to make an Outsider suffer before he returned home.
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Post by Bee on Jun 25, 2010 15:08:10 GMT -5
Mnem pocketed the money, not bothering to count it--though she considered it, for the sheer value of the obnoxiousness of the act. She dropped the root into the little prick's hands. She rather wished she had coated it in something noxious, perhaps a little coating to soak through the gloves and make his hands erupt in a persistent rash, but regrettably it was only itself. Pity. She felt like doing something petty. Perhaps she'd go the apartment and berate the first child that presented itself.
"All yours," she drawled, "to do with as thou wilt. If we're quite through, I have other business to attend to." She planned to remember his name. Perhaps one day she could find a way to repay his excellent company. But for now, she felt rather like yelling at a brat and taking a nice long bath to wash of the aura of smarm.
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Post by Vyn on Jul 7, 2010 23:20:38 GMT -5
Lucius's sneer was covered by a calculating mask of eternal displeasure. He really couldn't stand this woman and her arrogant belief that somehow she was greater than him. How laughable! Regardless, he turned the root over in his hands and found nothing immediately wrong with it. Despite the quiet hope that she was be a lying fraud and that he could skin her alive, the root was exactly what it was advertised. He couldn't find a single thing to disapprove of and so he settled with the most condescending, hateful smile he could muster and an equally displeased "Thank you."
He wrapped the root in a cloth and tucked it discretely into his pocket before turning sharply on his heel and walking the opposite direction of the woman. Hopefully, he'd find some unfortunate miscreant to abuse along the way. That would make things much, much better.
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