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(Bear's syndicate bargain)
[Tue Nov 12 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.
Bear peers about blearily, "The... the fuck?"
Bear grumbles loudly, "Alright... which of you temple fucks did it this time? Literally just healed from a wound helpin' you fuckers."
Illyana nods to Emmanuel. "Oh hey. I have someone asking for your number to learn how to break into places. Do you want to be a teacher?"
Emmanuel makes his way into the meeting room, and gestures toward the auctioneer with a pair of crisp dollar bills, then raises his brows toward Illyana, "..I have never broken into a place in my life." He insists, loudly enough for the various scout spies to hear, and then leans in closer to lower his voice, "Someone from the Forged Fortune here, right?"
Illyana leans in, likewise lowering her voice. "I'm sure you've never broken in anywhere. And I think so. My questions are being ignored or bad information spread."
Illyana flicks out a few more bills, taking this as a game.
Emmanuel doesn't bite at the apparent bait, though there is a rise of his brow aside to Illyana, "Well, ensure you have a chat with them, hm? Try and guide them away from the murder, and eating people?"
"You know that's impossible." Illyana snorts, pointing to Emmanuel.
"A short term vow for their release isn't," Emmanuel points out in turn.
"Why wont you play?" Illyana asks Emmanuel, pouting. "I'm lowballing so I can see what you do."
"Because not having to deal with a member of the Forged Fortune might just be the best gift someone has gotten me in some time, non?" Emmanuel responds back to Illyana with a quirk of the lips, raising and lowering his shoulders.
"Wanna stick around to extract a short term vow?" Illyana offers. "YOu know, because I'm putting like zero effort into this and you might win anyway."
"Non particularly, non." Emmanuel considers after a few moments of, well, consideration, "I have faith in your ability to do this, hm?"
"If this is a reference to something, I do non know what it is." Emmanuel admits to Illyana with a rise and fall of his shoulders, while extending his hands out to the side.
Bear says "Emmanuel! Knew this was you Temple fucks. What the fuck do you want this time! Can't a man jerk off in peace!?"
"I was hoping for someone else." Illyana sighs at Bear. "Why couldn't you be more interesting specifically to me?"
Emmanuel stares at Bear for several seconds before glancing aside to Illyana, "Do you mind if I.." He doesn't finish the question, circling his hand instead. Apparently believing it's apparent what he'd like to do for the moment.
"You cost me four bucks. That'll need to be repayed." Illyana sniffs, looking Bear over.
"Sure." Illyana shrugs to Emmanuel.
"Oh, I don't want to keep him, just-.." Emmanuel doesn't finish the sentence, at least not verbally, he does, however, strike out with a fist to catch Bear in the jaw.
..Or he would, before one of the Syndicate thugs stop Emmanuel. How rude. "D'aw." He complains.
Bear peers up at Illyana with a slightly disbelieving expression, "Four fuckin' dollars? You're serious?"
"Remember when you stole my car?" Emmanuel wonders of Bear instead, unable to just strike him. He leans in closer to rummage about the fellows person, trying to steal away his car keys now.
Illyana whistles at Emmanuel's attempt. "Better luck next time, champ." she teases. "They sure did. YOu cost less than my breakfast- Which I left to come rescue you, by the way." she tells Bear conversationally. "So let's work something out, because I have no interest in dealing with your people. So how do you think we can resolve this?"
The keys are tossed to Illyana, but not before Emmanuel scoffs quietly, "A motorcycle branded motorcycle? What in the Wish dot com is this about?" He blurts out, shaking his head slowly. He dusts off his hands then, apparently content to leave poor Illyana with Bear, "Alright, I am off. Be well, hm?"
"Emmanuel please." Illyana sighs dramatically. "I'm trying to have a reasonable conversation here." Gesturing to Bear. and the ropes he's bound with, of course.
Bear peers Illyana up and down a long moment, lingering particularly on her breasts, "Hear god-cum is good for wrinkles. Or as a lotion. Though, tends to be applied orally. I can administer the treatment immediately if you'll unbind me, oh Mistress." He narrows his gaze.
"I don't age." Illyana tells Bear. "Think I'm fine. But the snark is going to buy you a little longer like that." She seemingly actually doesn't mind and or care about the ogling. "Emmanuel wants me to get a promice out of you to not kill anyone for a time- But I very literally don't care. But I do have one hell of a stress headache. Help me with that and I'll let you go to go find and eat the guy who thinks you're worth four bucks."
Bear perks a brow, "Ain't one for eatin' fella's, but, sure, how can I help?"
Holding up a finger, Illyana leans in. "Two things." Illyana explains to Bear. "The first should be pretty easy for you- I want you to give me your word that you'll protect Ash with your life." That one is apparently the actual request. "The second one is to deal with my want to hurt you. Not personal, it's blood."
Bear considers that a long moment, expression neutral, a long poker face as his hazel eyes search Illyana's. He breaks first into a series of chuckles. "Well, aren't you a softie. A sadist, but a softie. I took a pretty bad wound protectin' Ash just last night from that shadowy fuck, but its not like they owe me a debt. Ash is one of mine. I protect mine. Don't need a promise for that, but you got my words." He tilts his head, "Demonborn, huh? Got the cravin? Tell ya' what. Not my legs, or anything groinal. Actually, I can regenerate, so if ya' wanna get some easy healin pain, why not just flay my nails off or somethin'?" His tone is rather casual about the affair, the man clearly accustomed to pain, not seeming to hold a grudge about her needs.
Bears Syndicate Bargain 241113
(Bear's syndicate bargain)
[Tue Nov 12 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.
Bear peers about blearily, "The... the fuck?"
Bear grumbles loudly, "Alright... which of you temple fucks did it this time? Literally just healed from a wound helpin' you fuckers."
Illyana nods to Emmanuel. "Oh hey. I have someone asking for your number to learn how to break into places. Do you want to be a teacher?"
Emmanuel makes his way into the meeting room, and gestures toward the auctioneer with a pair of crisp dollar bills, then raises his brows toward Illyana, "..I have never broken into a place in my life." He insists, loudly enough for the various scout spies to hear, and then leans in closer to lower his voice, "Someone from the Forged Fortune here, right?"
Illyana leans in, likewise lowering her voice. "I'm sure you've never broken in anywhere. And I think so. My questions are being ignored or bad information spread."
Illyana flicks out a few more bills, taking this as a game.
Emmanuel doesn't bite at the apparent bait, though there is a rise of his brow aside to Illyana, "Well, ensure you have a chat with them, hm? Try and guide them away from the murder, and eating people?"
"You know that's impossible." Illyana snorts, pointing to Emmanuel.
"A short term vow for their release isn't," Emmanuel points out in turn.
"Why wont you play?" Illyana asks Emmanuel, pouting. "I'm lowballing so I can see what you do."
"Because not having to deal with a member of the Forged Fortune might just be the best gift someone has gotten me in some time, non?" Emmanuel responds back to Illyana with a quirk of the lips, raising and lowering his shoulders.
"Wanna stick around to extract a short term vow?" Illyana offers. "YOu know, because I'm putting like zero effort into this and you might win anyway."
"Non particularly, non." Emmanuel considers after a few moments of, well, consideration, "I have faith in your ability to do this, hm?"
"If this is a reference to something, I do non know what it is." Emmanuel admits to Illyana with a rise and fall of his shoulders, while extending his hands out to the side.
Bear says "Emmanuel! Knew this was you Temple fucks. What the fuck do you want this time! Can't a man jerk off in peace!?"
"I was hoping for someone else." Illyana sighs at Bear. "Why couldn't you be more interesting specifically to me?"
Emmanuel stares at Bear for several seconds before glancing aside to Illyana, "Do you mind if I.." He doesn't finish the question, circling his hand instead. Apparently believing it's apparent what he'd like to do for the moment.
"You cost me four bucks. That'll need to be repayed." Illyana sniffs, looking Bear over.
"Sure." Illyana shrugs to Emmanuel.
"Oh, I don't want to keep him, just-.." Emmanuel doesn't finish the sentence, at least not verbally, he does, however, strike out with a fist to catch Bear in the jaw.
..Or he would, before one of the Syndicate thugs stop Emmanuel. How rude. "D'aw." He complains.
Bear peers up at Illyana with a slightly disbelieving expression, "Four fuckin' dollars? You're serious?"
"Remember when you stole my car?" Emmanuel wonders of Bear instead, unable to just strike him. He leans in closer to rummage about the fellows person, trying to steal away his car keys now.
Illyana whistles at Emmanuel's attempt. "Better luck next time, champ." she teases. "They sure did. YOu cost less than my breakfast- Which I left to come rescue you, by the way." she tells Bear conversationally. "So let's work something out, because I have no interest in dealing with your people. So how do you think we can resolve this?"
The keys are tossed to Illyana, but not before Emmanuel scoffs quietly, "A motorcycle branded motorcycle? What in the Wish dot com is this about?" He blurts out, shaking his head slowly. He dusts off his hands then, apparently content to leave poor Illyana with Bear, "Alright, I am off. Be well, hm?"
"Emmanuel please." Illyana sighs dramatically. "I'm trying to have a reasonable conversation here." Gesturing to Bear. and the ropes he's bound with, of course.
Bear peers Illyana up and down a long moment, lingering particularly on her breasts, "Hear god-cum is good for wrinkles. Or as a lotion. Though, tends to be applied orally. I can administer the treatment immediately if you'll unbind me, oh Mistress." He narrows his gaze.
"I don't age." Illyana tells Bear. "Think I'm fine. But the snark is going to buy you a little longer like that." She seemingly actually doesn't mind and or care about the ogling. "Emmanuel wants me to get a promice out of you to not kill anyone for a time- But I very literally don't care. But I do have one hell of a stress headache. Help me with that and I'll let you go to go find and eat the guy who thinks you're worth four bucks."
Bear perks a brow, "Ain't one for eatin' fella's, but, sure, how can I help?"
Holding up a finger, Illyana leans in. "Two things." Illyana explains to Bear. "The first should be pretty easy for you- I want you to give me your word that you'll protect Ash with your life." That one is apparently the actual request. "The second one is to deal with my want to hurt you. Not personal, it's blood."
Bear considers that a long moment, expression neutral, a long poker face as his hazel eyes search Illyana's. He breaks first into a series of chuckles. "Well, aren't you a softie. A sadist, but a softie. I took a pretty bad wound protectin' Ash just last night from that shadowy fuck, but its not like they owe me a debt. Ash is one of mine. I protect mine. Don't need a promise for that, but you got my words." He tilts his head, "Demonborn, huh? Got the cravin? Tell ya' what. Not my legs, or anything groinal. Actually, I can regenerate, so if ya' wanna get some easy healin pain, why not just flay my nails off or somethin'?" His tone is rather casual about the affair, the man clearly accustomed to pain, not seeming to hold a grudge about her needs.