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(Novel's syndicate bargain)
[Mon Sep 9 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 65F(18C) degrees.
Novel says "The fuck is this?"
Novel says "I KNEW I should have fucking carried around a headlamp, but nooo."
Novel says "ANyhow. "
Novel blinks at Emmanuel, looking completely fucking baffled. "The fuck even just HAPPENED?"
Emmanuel scurries away from the town hall, and steals himself away somewhere private and safe. There's a tap at his phone, and the syndicate thugs deliver the person he'd just paid for. "..You have got to be kidding me?" Emmanuel blurts out as the victim is revealed as none other than Novel. "This is two for two, hm?" He notes with a half-amused huff.
Novel is a wiggly one. He's already trying to get out of his bonds when the bag comes off of his head, and he rolls his eyes at Emmanuel. "Yeah, I was just minding my OWN fucking business, in the hallway of the apartments, I was gonna tell Fayad yeah, sure, I'll cook for the BBQ and next thing I know I'm in a goddamn cell. The fuck do people even bother doing all these stupid ass fights if you can pay anyone goddamn pocket change to kidnap someone?" He bitches about the general state of Haven. "Whaddya mean two for two?" He squints. "Have I fucking been here before?"
"Non, non, I'm just earning extra hero points this week, hm?" Emmanuel notes back to Novel with a quiet shake of the head, while dropping to a kneel behind him. He produces a knife from his person, and starts to saw away at the zip-ties holding the man's hands together. "Stop wiggling, eh? You are being like a worm. I do not want to cut you." Emmanuel chides Novel lightly, clucking his tongue, "It was the Syndicate, mon ami. The sort of peoples we are fighting against. They captured you, and sell you off for a profit. Fortunately it was me that was paying for you, and not some undersexed monster. You might have been molested all night long."
Novel stills briefly as Emmanuel draws the knife. The man is intimately familiar with them and the variety of injuries they can leave on the body. Well - to be fair, mostly razor blades and shivs, but, close enough. He stills a moment and then - the first thing he does is lean down, massaging his ankles, his legs, dealing with the pins and needles and the drugs as he does his best to loosen up stiff muscles back into fighting shape.
In the interim there's a strange, not-quite-blue flickering that happens around him before that, in turn, fades, as he massages up his body. "Fucking hell, I wonder if we could figure out how they do this shit so quickly. Certainly wouldn't goddamn mind figuring out how to grab some people..." He sort of sighs. "I already have Savannah, Emmanuel. I don't need some other titty monster going after me."
Novel adds, to Emmanuel, "Thanks for grabbing me before some other fucker could."
The knife is stowed once Novel is free, and Emmanuel dusts his hands off. There is a slight pause as he blinks toward the strange flickering that forms about the man, though the Frenchman relaxes a few moments after with a little cluck of the tongue. "Drugs, hm? And the sneaky-beaky." He informs Novel in a slightly matter-of-fact manner, raising a hand to scratch at his cheek. There's a knowing smirk at the mention of everyone's favourite deputy, "Ah, why stop at one?"
A beat, and a more sincere, "You are welcome."
"Yeah, we should definitely raid the fucking syndicate and take what they have and put it to better uses," Novel rubs his wrists, now, starting to walk towards the open door now that his limbs work. There's a curious familiarity on how to quickly respond to being untied. There's probably nothing wholesome about the origins of this information. He smirks back at Emmanuel - and then sort of sighs. "Because I've already had her contact me two or three times while I'm in the middle of something goddamn else, whether it be an op or a job or some shit - I just don't have the fucking time." He answers plainly, rolling his eyes.
"And part of me screams to violently murder and/or rape everyone which is a real fucking hassle when you're trying to give the damaged girl you're talking to a lets be friend talk and you're sporting a semi. Anyway, see you around Emmanuel." The most surprising part about this is that he has ANY self restraint.
It's probably the drugs Fayad is giving him.
Novel says "Yeah sorry I got kidnapped."
Novel says "Anyway, I'd be happy to cook at the fucking BBQ and get the food. When is it?"
Novel says "Emmanuel got me out. Apparently it was the Syndi-fuckers."
Novel says "I was gonna say, like. Am I even still gonna be in goddamn town by then?"
Novel remarks, to nobody in particular, "Well, that was fucking ass."
Novels Syndicate Bargain 240910
(Novel's syndicate bargain)
[Mon Sep 9 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 65F(18C) degrees.
Novel says "The fuck is this?"
Novel says "I KNEW I should have fucking carried around a headlamp, but nooo."
Novel says "ANyhow. "
Novel blinks at Emmanuel, looking completely fucking baffled. "The fuck even just HAPPENED?"
Emmanuel scurries away from the town hall, and steals himself away somewhere private and safe. There's a tap at his phone, and the syndicate thugs deliver the person he'd just paid for. "..You have got to be kidding me?" Emmanuel blurts out as the victim is revealed as none other than Novel. "This is two for two, hm?" He notes with a half-amused huff.
Novel is a wiggly one. He's already trying to get out of his bonds when the bag comes off of his head, and he rolls his eyes at Emmanuel. "Yeah, I was just minding my OWN fucking business, in the hallway of the apartments, I was gonna tell Fayad yeah, sure, I'll cook for the BBQ and next thing I know I'm in a goddamn cell. The fuck do people even bother doing all these stupid ass fights if you can pay anyone goddamn pocket change to kidnap someone?" He bitches about the general state of Haven. "Whaddya mean two for two?" He squints. "Have I fucking been here before?"
"Non, non, I'm just earning extra hero points this week, hm?" Emmanuel notes back to Novel with a quiet shake of the head, while dropping to a kneel behind him. He produces a knife from his person, and starts to saw away at the zip-ties holding the man's hands together. "Stop wiggling, eh? You are being like a worm. I do not want to cut you." Emmanuel chides Novel lightly, clucking his tongue, "It was the Syndicate, mon ami. The sort of peoples we are fighting against. They captured you, and sell you off for a profit. Fortunately it was me that was paying for you, and not some undersexed monster. You might have been molested all night long."
Novel stills briefly as Emmanuel draws the knife. The man is intimately familiar with them and the variety of injuries they can leave on the body. Well - to be fair, mostly razor blades and shivs, but, close enough. He stills a moment and then - the first thing he does is lean down, massaging his ankles, his legs, dealing with the pins and needles and the drugs as he does his best to loosen up stiff muscles back into fighting shape.
In the interim there's a strange, not-quite-blue flickering that happens around him before that, in turn, fades, as he massages up his body. "Fucking hell, I wonder if we could figure out how they do this shit so quickly. Certainly wouldn't goddamn mind figuring out how to grab some people..." He sort of sighs. "I already have Savannah, Emmanuel. I don't need some other titty monster going after me."
Novel adds, to Emmanuel, "Thanks for grabbing me before some other fucker could."
The knife is stowed once Novel is free, and Emmanuel dusts his hands off. There is a slight pause as he blinks toward the strange flickering that forms about the man, though the Frenchman relaxes a few moments after with a little cluck of the tongue. "Drugs, hm? And the sneaky-beaky." He informs Novel in a slightly matter-of-fact manner, raising a hand to scratch at his cheek. There's a knowing smirk at the mention of everyone's favourite deputy, "Ah, why stop at one?"
A beat, and a more sincere, "You are welcome."
"Yeah, we should definitely raid the fucking syndicate and take what they have and put it to better uses," Novel rubs his wrists, now, starting to walk towards the open door now that his limbs work. There's a curious familiarity on how to quickly respond to being untied. There's probably nothing wholesome about the origins of this information. He smirks back at Emmanuel - and then sort of sighs. "Because I've already had her contact me two or three times while I'm in the middle of something goddamn else, whether it be an op or a job or some shit - I just don't have the fucking time." He answers plainly, rolling his eyes.
"And part of me screams to violently murder and/or rape everyone which is a real fucking hassle when you're trying to give the damaged girl you're talking to a lets be friend talk and you're sporting a semi. Anyway, see you around Emmanuel." The most surprising part about this is that he has ANY self restraint.
It's probably the drugs Fayad is giving him.
Novel says "Yeah sorry I got kidnapped."
Novel says "Anyway, I'd be happy to cook at the fucking BBQ and get the food. When is it?"
Novel says "Emmanuel got me out. Apparently it was the Syndi-fuckers."
Novel says "I was gonna say, like. Am I even still gonna be in goddamn town by then?"
Novel remarks, to nobody in particular, "Well, that was fucking ass."