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(Vindicta's bargaining)
[Sat Nov 16 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Vindicta approaches the representative of The Beastmasters quietly from the southern door, giving them a familiar smile, like she knows them. Like they've met before, or maybe even are friends. They exchange pleasantries with one another, accomplishments they've achieved since their last encounter, and they seem pleased to hear that the albino has not only become a Deputy here in Haven, but a member of their SWAT team. She explains that she works with the Temple now, and her future plans for a group of her own that would focus on raising and destroying Eidolons in order to prevent the end of the world- sourcing their base essences from Nightmares, of all things.
Vindicta approaches the representative of The Beastmasters quietly from the southern door, giving them a familiar smile, like she knows them. Like they've met before, or maybe even are friends. They exchange pleasantries with one another, accomplishments they've achieved since their last encounter, and they seem pleased to hear that the albino has not only become a Deputy here in Haven, but a member of their SWAT team. She explains that she works with the Temple now, and her future plans for a group of her own that would focus on raising and destroying Eidolons in order to prevent the end of the world- sourcing their base essences from Nightmares, of all things. (repost for Fayad
Fayad glances at the albino Vindicta as he enters, and observing their familiarity with the Beastmaster, grimaces. It seems he has drown his own conclusion. Nevertheless, what she says seems to captivate his attention, his brows furrowing.
"Good evening," Percy tells Vindicta, stepping in with a smile, and then he turns to Fayad. "Evening. Percy Bakr," he says, before he goes to look at someone. "How are you, chum?" he asks the fellow politely.
"Good evening," Percy tells Vindicta, stepping in with a smile, and then he turns to Fayad. "Evening. Percy Bakr," he says, before he goes to look at representative of The Beastmasters. "How are you, chum?" he asks the fellow politely.
Fayad says "...Hello. My name is Fayad al-Munaqadh. I lead the Disruptors, but I do not think I am going to outbid someone who seems to know the rep."
There's a faint giggle of approval from Vindicta when the representative expands on their own personal growth, and the pale-skinned femme has to cover her mouth when she releases bubbly laughter, and congratulates them at other junctures, the two seeming rather proud of each other before exchanging sorrows on the tragedies they had experienced at the hands of the Fae. Vindicta in particular seems mournful, explaining to representative of The Beastmasters that she, unfortunately, still suffers many of the fleshformed ailments that had been bestowed upon her, unable s of yet to find someone to properly restore her. When Fayad enters, she smiles at him sweetly, then waves, only to further become distracted by Percy. He, too, receives a smile, though an approach is added onto it as the tiny thing looks up at him. "Long time not see you. Percy. How do?"
"I'm sent on behalf of Ubaste's followers," Percy explains, and then he looks at representative of The Beastmasters. "Percy Bakr, old boy. Honestly -- we've got something in common, you and I," he says. "We've both been playthings of things more powerful than us." He pauses. "And so it's hard for me to give you the good pitch on helping out my bosses, but the truth is that they've not been too shabby," he explains. "Survival's the name of the game," he explains. "And I daresay I'd like to survive." He looks at Vindicta. "So would you, I think, yes?" he asks her. "Wouldn't we all?" he asks, including Fayad.
Fayad quietly shakes his head. "I've been a dead man walking for some time," he mentions to Percy. "I'll be pleased as long as my death causes the death of the one I despise."
"Vindi good at surviving," Vindicta says softly, her tone rebellious, but also quietly feminine as she drifts from Percy's side before the conclusion has been called, seeming neither proud nor soured in mood. "Make it this far- make it twelve, thirteen more year. Maybe twenty- maybe eighty!" she enthuses, giggling girlishly, her pallid pink eyes sparkling with amusement as her gaze drifts between Fayad and Percy then.
Vindictas Bargaining 241117
(Vindicta's bargaining)
[Sat Nov 16 2024]
In Town Hall Northern Meeting Room
It is about 50F(10C) degrees.
Vindicta approaches the representative of The Beastmasters quietly from the southern door, giving them a familiar smile, like she knows them. Like they've met before, or maybe even are friends. They exchange pleasantries with one another, accomplishments they've achieved since their last encounter, and they seem pleased to hear that the albino has not only become a Deputy here in Haven, but a member of their SWAT team. She explains that she works with the Temple now, and her future plans for a group of her own that would focus on raising and destroying Eidolons in order to prevent the end of the world- sourcing their base essences from Nightmares, of all things.
Vindicta approaches the representative of The Beastmasters quietly from the southern door, giving them a familiar smile, like she knows them. Like they've met before, or maybe even are friends. They exchange pleasantries with one another, accomplishments they've achieved since their last encounter, and they seem pleased to hear that the albino has not only become a Deputy here in Haven, but a member of their SWAT team. She explains that she works with the Temple now, and her future plans for a group of her own that would focus on raising and destroying Eidolons in order to prevent the end of the world- sourcing their base essences from Nightmares, of all things. (repost for Fayad
Fayad glances at the albino Vindicta as he enters, and observing their familiarity with the Beastmaster, grimaces. It seems he has drown his own conclusion. Nevertheless, what she says seems to captivate his attention, his brows furrowing.
"Good evening," Percy tells Vindicta, stepping in with a smile, and then he turns to Fayad. "Evening. Percy Bakr," he says, before he goes to look at someone. "How are you, chum?" he asks the fellow politely.
"Good evening," Percy tells Vindicta, stepping in with a smile, and then he turns to Fayad. "Evening. Percy Bakr," he says, before he goes to look at representative of The Beastmasters. "How are you, chum?" he asks the fellow politely.
Fayad says "...Hello. My name is Fayad al-Munaqadh. I lead the Disruptors, but I do not think I am going to outbid someone who seems to know the rep."
There's a faint giggle of approval from Vindicta when the representative expands on their own personal growth, and the pale-skinned femme has to cover her mouth when she releases bubbly laughter, and congratulates them at other junctures, the two seeming rather proud of each other before exchanging sorrows on the tragedies they had experienced at the hands of the Fae. Vindicta in particular seems mournful, explaining to representative of The Beastmasters that she, unfortunately, still suffers many of the fleshformed ailments that had been bestowed upon her, unable s of yet to find someone to properly restore her. When Fayad enters, she smiles at him sweetly, then waves, only to further become distracted by Percy. He, too, receives a smile, though an approach is added onto it as the tiny thing looks up at him. "Long time not see you. Percy. How do?"
"I'm sent on behalf of Ubaste's followers," Percy explains, and then he looks at representative of The Beastmasters. "Percy Bakr, old boy. Honestly -- we've got something in common, you and I," he says. "We've both been playthings of things more powerful than us." He pauses. "And so it's hard for me to give you the good pitch on helping out my bosses, but the truth is that they've not been too shabby," he explains. "Survival's the name of the game," he explains. "And I daresay I'd like to survive." He looks at Vindicta. "So would you, I think, yes?" he asks her. "Wouldn't we all?" he asks, including Fayad.
Fayad quietly shakes his head. "I've been a dead man walking for some time," he mentions to Percy. "I'll be pleased as long as my death causes the death of the one I despise."
"Vindi good at surviving," Vindicta says softly, her tone rebellious, but also quietly feminine as she drifts from Percy's side before the conclusion has been called, seeming neither proud nor soured in mood. "Make it this far- make it twelve, thirteen more year. Maybe twenty- maybe eighty!" she enthuses, giggling girlishly, her pallid pink eyes sparkling with amusement as her gaze drifts between Fayad and Percy then.