Patrollogs
(Bjarne's bargaining)
[Sun Mar 10 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Bjarne lopes into the place, shirtless, covered in blood and mud. Dried, and otherwise. The beast glares over toward representative of Tyrell Corp and steps over closer toward them. "I'm going to bribe you." He states, plainly, clearly lacking any sort of subtlety. Clearly the wolf doesn't do this sort of thing often.
"The bribe is this." Bjarne elaborates with a few nods, raising a dirty hand with a finger held up. "You help me out, flick me and mine the schematics for some of your terrible, disgusting aborations against nature itself? And I won't tear your throat out. At least, not tonight."
Bjarne isn't very good at diplomacy.
"Oh, and don't hope that anyone else will come through that door either. I'm going to make sure we're nice and alone in here, and make the decision easy for you." Bjarne assures representative of Tyrell Corp with a suitably wolfish grin, all teeth and the promise of violence. "That's just how kind I am!"
With that being said Bjarne takes a few steps away from representative of Tyrell Corp, before pausing. He slinks closer, and reaches over to push the glass of water belonging to the man, and resting on the table beside him, onto the ground. It's petty, but so is he.
Bjarne says "Out. "
Rachel's certainly not exiting, if that was directed to her. She simply tosses a look at Bjarne, considering.
Bjarne shifts to move and block Rachel's path, "Out." He repeats again, lips peeling back into a snarl. "It might give you a head start before I chase you down and tear a leg off."
"You can't," Rachel says to Bjarne mildly. She's either too arrogant to have much of a self-preservation instinct, or phenomenal at effecting composure. Either way, she doesn't seem cowed. "I imagine you'd rather deal with someone civil," she tells the other man present.
"He's already made his decision, woman." Bjarne spits back to Rachel, speaking for the man. Poor fellow, really. "Can't? I've done it before. I've heard you weep, and cry, and bleed all over the trailer park." The man promises her, snarling between clenched teeth.
Rachel's getting a better look at Bjarne now. She might not have put two-and-two together before. "You're the wolf," she says. Her hand snakes toward the inside of the bag she's got slung over her shoulder.
"The. Big. Bad. Wolf." Bjarne responds back coldly, licking his chops as he takes a step closer toward her. "Are you going to fight back this time? Or just fall, and roll around like a babe in the woods? Again?"
Bjarnes Bargaining 240311
(Bjarne's bargaining)
[Sun Mar 10 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Bjarne lopes into the place, shirtless, covered in blood and mud. Dried, and otherwise. The beast glares over toward representative of Tyrell Corp and steps over closer toward them. "I'm going to bribe you." He states, plainly, clearly lacking any sort of subtlety. Clearly the wolf doesn't do this sort of thing often.
"The bribe is this." Bjarne elaborates with a few nods, raising a dirty hand with a finger held up. "You help me out, flick me and mine the schematics for some of your terrible, disgusting aborations against nature itself? And I won't tear your throat out. At least, not tonight."
Bjarne isn't very good at diplomacy.
"Oh, and don't hope that anyone else will come through that door either. I'm going to make sure we're nice and alone in here, and make the decision easy for you." Bjarne assures representative of Tyrell Corp with a suitably wolfish grin, all teeth and the promise of violence. "That's just how kind I am!"
With that being said Bjarne takes a few steps away from representative of Tyrell Corp, before pausing. He slinks closer, and reaches over to push the glass of water belonging to the man, and resting on the table beside him, onto the ground. It's petty, but so is he.
Bjarne says "Out. "
Rachel's certainly not exiting, if that was directed to her. She simply tosses a look at Bjarne, considering.
Bjarne shifts to move and block Rachel's path, "Out." He repeats again, lips peeling back into a snarl. "It might give you a head start before I chase you down and tear a leg off."
"You can't," Rachel says to Bjarne mildly. She's either too arrogant to have much of a self-preservation instinct, or phenomenal at effecting composure. Either way, she doesn't seem cowed. "I imagine you'd rather deal with someone civil," she tells the other man present.
"He's already made his decision, woman." Bjarne spits back to Rachel, speaking for the man. Poor fellow, really. "Can't? I've done it before. I've heard you weep, and cry, and bleed all over the trailer park." The man promises her, snarling between clenched teeth.
Rachel's getting a better look at Bjarne now. She might not have put two-and-two together before. "You're the wolf," she says. Her hand snakes toward the inside of the bag she's got slung over her shoulder.
"The. Big. Bad. Wolf." Bjarne responds back coldly, licking his chops as he takes a step closer toward her. "Are you going to fight back this time? Or just fall, and roll around like a babe in the woods? Again?"