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(Autumn's syndicate bargain)
[Thu Nov 7 2024]
In simple prison cell
A simple prison cell with metal bars, a security screen on the northern
wall displaying some sort of meeting room.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Autumn says "I do not want any Sun Humans buying me."
Emmanuel says "Ah. It may be Autumn."
Emmanuel says "I suppose I'll pick them up."
Emmanuel says "I am just going to deal with this kidnapping first, hm? I suspect it is Autumn who was picked up."
Emmanuel says "She is non of conversational value, this much is apparent. "
Emmanuel says "A knight, or once-knight, I do non know. But she is being Selina's prime cheerleader."
Out of the frying pan, and into the fire, it seems, for Autumn is carried away by Syndicate thugs and delivered to Emmanuel - the worst person in Haven. "Hallo, hallo," The Frenchman drawls out in greeting as the thugs hand her off to the clinic staff who then direct her into the padded seat, strapped her back down.
"...Not you," Autumn mutters when she gets dropped off before Emmanuel. She turns her head away until she notices she's in the Clinic. "You know I'm still not with Knights."
"I did non know this, actually," Emmanuel readily admits as he moves to collect the strange metal headset in the room, and then sets it upon Autumn's pretty head, strapping it in and moving over closer toward the computer display to read off of it, "I was not sure of this, it can be hard to tell, hm? I keep hearing that you keep on running your mouth about me, hm?"
"You are so around town that you are hard to ignore," Autumn mutters, still looking away from Emmanuel even when the headset is set on her head. "You lie, and lie. And make rumors about yourself."
Averting her gaze means that Autumn doesn't need to suffer through Emmanuel rolling his eyes in response to her words. "Uh huh," He says after, clearly less than impressed. "I am supposing that I am being a real man about the town, this is true. But do you not get tired of the taste of this weird irony on your tongue?" He wonders of her, "I think it is being best if you do non speak of me any longer. Or anything, really, but removing your ability to speak at all seems like an overreactions, non?"
"I have been trying to avoid you, and yet this happens," Autumn mutters with a shake of her head. Her hands clench into fists while she purses her lips. "Harry will find out about this."
"Oh, non. Harriet will find out that I rescued you from the Syndicate. Truly, a fate worse than death." Emmanuel drawls out in a droll, dry tone, and clucks his tongue gently. "It is non enough for you to avoid me, I want you to stop slinging your nonsense, and lies, hm? I'd ask for you to stop spreading nonsense about the dragon too, but I am pretty sure she has struck you with too many compulsions."
"I do not speak about her lately," Autumn replies with a small huff. "You're just going to twist my words into lies. And it's ironic that you are also seen as monsterous as her."
"I do non think you know what irony means, hm? Unlike your favourite little monster I do non sap the very life from others, or seek to invade the Earth- but I appreciate that trying to make you see sense is like.. I do non know, some annoying metaphor." Emmanuel mutters softly, shifting over closer toward the computer hooked up to the machine in order to start typing away at it, "Just keep my name out of your mouth, hm? It is so easy. Focus on something else, like all the other Sun Humans you are sleeping with."
Autumn grits her teeth, shaking her head more.
"..Ow." Emmanuel complains as there is a feedback loop from the machine, and he shakes his hands with a hiss, "I should have known, hm? Obsessed." He labels Autumn with a little hiss, before shaking his head then in turn. "Well, this is a waste of my time, really. Which isn't being all that big a surprise, all things considered." He leans in to tap at the machine once more, powering up a pulse to knock the woman unconscious that he might be rid of her.
Autumns Syndicate Bargain 241108
(Autumn's syndicate bargain)
[Thu Nov 7 2024]
In simple prison cell
A simple prison cell with metal bars, a security screen on the northern
wall displaying some sort of meeting room.
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Autumn says "I do not want any Sun Humans buying me."
Emmanuel says "Ah. It may be Autumn."
Emmanuel says "I suppose I'll pick them up."
Emmanuel says "I am just going to deal with this kidnapping first, hm? I suspect it is Autumn who was picked up."
Emmanuel says "She is non of conversational value, this much is apparent. "
Emmanuel says "A knight, or once-knight, I do non know. But she is being Selina's prime cheerleader."
Out of the frying pan, and into the fire, it seems, for Autumn is carried away by Syndicate thugs and delivered to Emmanuel - the worst person in Haven. "Hallo, hallo," The Frenchman drawls out in greeting as the thugs hand her off to the clinic staff who then direct her into the padded seat, strapped her back down.
"...Not you," Autumn mutters when she gets dropped off before Emmanuel. She turns her head away until she notices she's in the Clinic. "You know I'm still not with Knights."
"I did non know this, actually," Emmanuel readily admits as he moves to collect the strange metal headset in the room, and then sets it upon Autumn's pretty head, strapping it in and moving over closer toward the computer display to read off of it, "I was not sure of this, it can be hard to tell, hm? I keep hearing that you keep on running your mouth about me, hm?"
"You are so around town that you are hard to ignore," Autumn mutters, still looking away from Emmanuel even when the headset is set on her head. "You lie, and lie. And make rumors about yourself."
Averting her gaze means that Autumn doesn't need to suffer through Emmanuel rolling his eyes in response to her words. "Uh huh," He says after, clearly less than impressed. "I am supposing that I am being a real man about the town, this is true. But do you not get tired of the taste of this weird irony on your tongue?" He wonders of her, "I think it is being best if you do non speak of me any longer. Or anything, really, but removing your ability to speak at all seems like an overreactions, non?"
"I have been trying to avoid you, and yet this happens," Autumn mutters with a shake of her head. Her hands clench into fists while she purses her lips. "Harry will find out about this."
"Oh, non. Harriet will find out that I rescued you from the Syndicate. Truly, a fate worse than death." Emmanuel drawls out in a droll, dry tone, and clucks his tongue gently. "It is non enough for you to avoid me, I want you to stop slinging your nonsense, and lies, hm? I'd ask for you to stop spreading nonsense about the dragon too, but I am pretty sure she has struck you with too many compulsions."
"I do not speak about her lately," Autumn replies with a small huff. "You're just going to twist my words into lies. And it's ironic that you are also seen as monsterous as her."
"I do non think you know what irony means, hm? Unlike your favourite little monster I do non sap the very life from others, or seek to invade the Earth- but I appreciate that trying to make you see sense is like.. I do non know, some annoying metaphor." Emmanuel mutters softly, shifting over closer toward the computer hooked up to the machine in order to start typing away at it, "Just keep my name out of your mouth, hm? It is so easy. Focus on something else, like all the other Sun Humans you are sleeping with."
Autumn grits her teeth, shaking her head more.
"..Ow." Emmanuel complains as there is a feedback loop from the machine, and he shakes his hands with a hiss, "I should have known, hm? Obsessed." He labels Autumn with a little hiss, before shaking his head then in turn. "Well, this is a waste of my time, really. Which isn't being all that big a surprise, all things considered." He leans in to tap at the machine once more, powering up a pulse to knock the woman unconscious that he might be rid of her.