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(Emmanuel's syndicate bargain)
[Thu Oct 31 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.
Emmanuel's very bad, no good week continues on trend as he ends up getting captured right out of his living room by some syndicate thugs, waking up in a cell some small time later. "..Merde." The man blurts out in clear frustration, and pain, the bindings forcing him in a position that stresses his healing wounds.
Illyana hands over a piece of folded paper with a bid on it. Apparently uninterested, she's here purely for some sense of curiosity.
"Oh morning." Illyana greets Emmanuel as though it were morning coffee at Black Rose. "I have so many questions starting with what the actual fuck."
"..Ow." Emmanuel complains mildly as he's wheeled out like a sack of potatoes, and tossed before Illyana, unable to quite break his fall with his hands bound as they are. "..Good morning, Yana," He drawls out up to her, wincing from his place on the ground.
"You cost me fifty five dollars." Illyana mentions casually, not yet moving to unbind Emmanuel, though looking him over for damage.
"I'm also going to point out that I'm saving you and neither beating your ass or eating you." Illyana adds. "So not a monster still." She regards Emmanuel's bindings for a moment before actually answering to the matter of the NornStone. "I did run with it." she allows with a nod. "It was too dangerous for anyone to have; Not you, not me, not the societies. I broke it. That way, it cant be abused for any reason. But I genuinely am sorry I ran with it."
"It is appreciated, hm? And you are knowing there is always being other options than where you are now, hm?" Emmanuel notes back to Illyana, the offer and thanks both genuine. He stops trying to struggle free of his bounds, and clucks his tongue gently at the information shared by her, "Better it be in non one's hands, than the wrong hands." The man seems to agree with the actions she had taken, "Fate and luck are dangerous things to treat like toys after all, non?"
"You seem to be having a bad influence on me." Illyana grimaces. Nodding to the point, she also produces something else, which she uses to remove Emmanuel's bindings. "We'll call it even. I took your toy and in exchange it cost me fifty dollars." That number is fluctuating. "But all hands are wrong for something like that." Then, she hands over what she used to cut those bindings. "I'd like you to return this to Fayad when you go, please. I think a /friend/ took it, but in spite of the stone- Which I do feel guilty about running with, I would like this returned." As to the options, there's a shake of the head. "I'm not entirely sure that's true, Emmy. The future," she quotes, "Is not fixed. My choices are my own- And yet, how ironic, for I find I have no choice at all." Fayad's rondle dagger is presented to the frenchman then, and Illyana adds, "The Order never were there for me. The only ones who bothered were the Hand- And though I'll readily admit how bad an agent I am for them, that's where I am. And I don't know how to escape without the goblin market." There's a flash of anger there; Revultion even and her lips thin. "That's not something I'm willing to do. Because yes, I did go. I did look at what they were doing- Just as you suggested, because for what ever reason, I care what you think."
Emmanuels Syndicate Bargain 241102
(Emmanuel's syndicate bargain)
[Thu Oct 31 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.
Emmanuel's very bad, no good week continues on trend as he ends up getting captured right out of his living room by some syndicate thugs, waking up in a cell some small time later. "..Merde." The man blurts out in clear frustration, and pain, the bindings forcing him in a position that stresses his healing wounds.
Illyana hands over a piece of folded paper with a bid on it. Apparently uninterested, she's here purely for some sense of curiosity.
"Oh morning." Illyana greets Emmanuel as though it were morning coffee at Black Rose. "I have so many questions starting with what the actual fuck."
"..Ow." Emmanuel complains mildly as he's wheeled out like a sack of potatoes, and tossed before Illyana, unable to quite break his fall with his hands bound as they are. "..Good morning, Yana," He drawls out up to her, wincing from his place on the ground.
"You cost me fifty five dollars." Illyana mentions casually, not yet moving to unbind Emmanuel, though looking him over for damage.
"I'm also going to point out that I'm saving you and neither beating your ass or eating you." Illyana adds. "So not a monster still." She regards Emmanuel's bindings for a moment before actually answering to the matter of the NornStone. "I did run with it." she allows with a nod. "It was too dangerous for anyone to have; Not you, not me, not the societies. I broke it. That way, it cant be abused for any reason. But I genuinely am sorry I ran with it."
"It is appreciated, hm? And you are knowing there is always being other options than where you are now, hm?" Emmanuel notes back to Illyana, the offer and thanks both genuine. He stops trying to struggle free of his bounds, and clucks his tongue gently at the information shared by her, "Better it be in non one's hands, than the wrong hands." The man seems to agree with the actions she had taken, "Fate and luck are dangerous things to treat like toys after all, non?"
"You seem to be having a bad influence on me." Illyana grimaces. Nodding to the point, she also produces something else, which she uses to remove Emmanuel's bindings. "We'll call it even. I took your toy and in exchange it cost me fifty dollars." That number is fluctuating. "But all hands are wrong for something like that." Then, she hands over what she used to cut those bindings. "I'd like you to return this to Fayad when you go, please. I think a /friend/ took it, but in spite of the stone- Which I do feel guilty about running with, I would like this returned." As to the options, there's a shake of the head. "I'm not entirely sure that's true, Emmy. The future," she quotes, "Is not fixed. My choices are my own- And yet, how ironic, for I find I have no choice at all." Fayad's rondle dagger is presented to the frenchman then, and Illyana adds, "The Order never were there for me. The only ones who bothered were the Hand- And though I'll readily admit how bad an agent I am for them, that's where I am. And I don't know how to escape without the goblin market." There's a flash of anger there; Revultion even and her lips thin. "That's not something I'm willing to do. Because yes, I did go. I did look at what they were doing- Just as you suggested, because for what ever reason, I care what you think."