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A Runner in Rhydin.
« on: July 19, 2008, 04:17:42 AM »
"I don't give a.."

Bullets rang out suddenly. A simple transaction gone bad in the blink of an eye. Rounds from a pair of Beretta 93R automatic pistols sprayed the room. Tables over turned, chairs shattered with the ensuing chaos. They reached for their guns, they reached for cover. All lost, just a little too late.

When the magazines went empty, they were simply ejected from the automatic pistols. New ammunition clips would find their way into the soul of the guns. Reloaded and raining forth their hail of fire and death. It wasn't long before the display of death was over. Blood played along the walls, the flooring and windows. Men and women had taken their last breath of life.

A lone man stood among the fallen. The pair of automatic pistols tucked under his leather jacket before a partly used cigar would be plucked from a pocket and set a flame. Eyes roamed over the carnage, the mess of blood and bodies. A smirk perked the killer's lips and a grand smile would follow before he'd step from the once great place of meeting and depart into the morning light.

The Wolf, was in town...
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Re: A Runner in Rhydin.
« Reply #1 on: July 19, 2008, 04:26:38 AM »
"I hate this place. Really I do."

Kent shook his head as he looked around the markets. The dark ork grumbled under his breath with a look over at Marek, who just perked a smirk as he removed the cigar from his lips. "Nuyen, Don't you smell it, Kent? Come on, it isn't so bad is it? I mean look around.. it's just like Seattle back home, but instead of orks, trolls, dwarves and elves carrying guns, they're carrying swords and axes mostly around here. Sure they've got a few mages about but don't we have those back home too?" Marek gave a nod of his head over at the woman with them. Anna shook her head, but smiled. "You boys would be long gone, if it wasn't for me a time or two."

"When do I get to fry someone?" Dover looked over at the three with a bored expression. If anyone of the group looked the part of a Shadowrunner, it was Dover. Smart link for the heavy pistol he carried at his hip. His left arm replaced after a run gone bad years ago. Hair buzzed on the sides of his head, leaving the top and back to grow long. If he didn't speak mean by the way he looked, nobody did in this town.

"Let me head back to Seattle for a few. Talk with Goliath. If anything, I'll speak to Treena first and she can help me convince ole' G to do a few jobs here." Marek nodded over at Kent and Anna as he replaced the cigar back between his lips for a puff.
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Re: A Runner in Rhydin.
« Reply #2 on: July 19, 2008, 09:20:29 PM »
"And you are again?"


Marek had walked right into the middle of a conversation between so called businessmen. On his way over to their table he'd grabbed a chair and spun it around to sit down at their table with not a word spoken at first. Simply taking a puff from his cigar.

"Ahem, we are busy if you'd be so kind as to remove yourself from our table, now." Marek glanced to the man on his left and then the man on his right before he slid the cigar from his mouth and settled it into an empty water glass upon the table. "They call me, The Wolf." One of the businessmen smirked and chuckled as he looked to the other man across from him, before his gaze slid back at Marek. "What? Like the big bad wolf or something? You gonna blow my house down? It's not made out of sticks or anything I'm afraid to say buddy." Both men chuckled a bit, one of them lifting his glass of wine for a sip as Marek's eyes slowly moved from one to the other.

Suddenly Marek shot up from his chair, pulling a Fabrique Nationale or more commonly called an FN or Five-seveN pistol from below his leather jacket. The twenty round clip quickly started to loose rounds as he first neutralized both businessmen and then turned the weapon as that of it's ammunition, made for penetrating body armor, on that of their bodyguards. Holes riddled that of their heads, their chests. Blood spilled forth onto their clothing and soon even the flooring. When the clip went empty it was ejected and another fresh one produced and slid into place.

When all was said and done, Marek simply slid the pistol below his leather jacket, picked up his cigar and brushed it off. Replacing it between his lips before relighting it and simply walking out of the restaurant.
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Re: A Runner in Rhydin.
« Reply #3 on: July 31, 2008, 03:24:56 AM »
Marek rubbed a hand over his face, as he leaned back in the old rocking chair. The place he was staying was decent enough. Better yet, it was free. Paid to make friends apparently in this medieval city. He smirked as he gazed out the window at the night life. In truth, this place wasn't all that different from where he called home.

Dragons, Elves, Dwarves, Orks, Trolls all about here just like at home. Only major difference was here, they tended to carry swords and daggers more then back home where they carried guns of various shapes and sizes, calibers. Drek, even back home they had mages like he'd already seen and met here. Just the ones back home tended to wear less of the robes and early medieval clothing.

A light cloud of smoke escaped his lips as the cigar was slid away. With his free hand, he leaned over some from the old rocker and gave the large yellowish mastiff a firm rub behind an ear. "Don't you dare tell Kent, I let you have ale from that Inn. I remember how he gave Dover a hard time last time he shared a six pack with you." A firm pat to the dog's side, as the animal rolled over, tail sliding against the flooring lightly. "And no, we're not getting a side car on my bike. Sorry, not happening. You just keep being good and you get to ride in the car, but watch the seats next time will ya? That custom job was expensive."

He gave a light push of his foot and the rocker slid into a gentle motion. Replacing the cigar between his lips for a few light puffs as his mind wandered some. Lifting his right hand and glancing it over a moment, before as if on instinct, three hand blades shot out the back in a curving arch. He looked them over and then looked down at the dog. "What am I, Moose? Where does the cyberware end and the man begin anymore?" The large dog looked over at him, tail wagging tiredly against the flooring. "Maybe I shouldn't of had last filter system worked in eh? Least then I could still get drunk and fall asleep now and then. Hey, how about you read me a bed time story?" The dog tilted his head up at Marek and then rolled over back to his side. "Eh, you're right. Those things are too happy for my taste anyway. All right, I'll wake you if anything exciting happens before dawn, buddy."

A smirk over at the dog and the three handblades retracted back with in the back of Marek's hand. Turning his gaze out the window again as he lifted the cigar for his lips. "Just another night in hollywood..."
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Re: A Runner in Rhydin.
« Reply #4 on: August 23, 2008, 03:05:15 PM »
What is this world we live in? Death, decay, utter destruction. From this city back to Seattle it's all the same. Blood upon the streets. Death's whisper upon the air. The innocent cut down like paper dolls while the guilty run around free.

Marek's thoughts were anything but light and cheerful lately. The nearly empty bottle laid upon the table, glass half full. Reaching over he picked up the revolver and gave the cylinder a spin before cocking the hammer back and pointing the barrel at himself.

Click...

Marek glanced over the pistol and perked a smirk as he tossed the pistol over at the bed. He lowered a hand to the large mastiff laying beside his chair and stroked the dog's head. "Die another day, Moose. What do you say we find us some steak for dinner, hm?"
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Re: A Runner in Rhydin.
« Reply #5 on: August 29, 2008, 08:36:17 PM »
Moving through the markets, Marek glanced over his shoulder once, before pressing onwards toward a vendor selling fruits and vegetables. The man with the visible pair of suits, bodyguards, was inspecting an apple. A soft shift of the dark briefcase in Marek's hand. His fingers shifted against the handle of the briefcase, sliding his index and middle finger over a concealed trigger. A small dark hole laid near the top corner of the briefcase and with a soft press of the hidden trigger, the concealed MP5K submachine gun within the briefcase came to life. Spilling 9 mm rounds into the bodyguards before turning the weapon onto the target, onto the mark. With the concealed weapon on full auto, it didn't take long to leave a bloody mess before the vendor's cart. A quick turn and Marek was moving away from the scene as people dashed about, some shouting and yelling, unsure if they'd be next. Departing, just as cold as he had ventured forth, Marek moved off down the streets and away from the chaos. Away from the blood.

It would be nearly two hours later, before more blood would be shed in the city. The man had been sitting in a seedy joint near the docks, drinking an ale when Marek showed up behind him. The Remington 870 combat shotgun in hand. The bartender actually threw up, after watching the man's heart nearly burst out of his chest after being shot in the back at nearly point blank range. Gruesome perhaps, but the job was taken care of. The 'mark' had been retired.

Such at times, were the ways The Wolf, dealt with people. Back in Seattle, Marek ran the shadows with such a name. Some say he acquired the name from his look. Like that of a rogue, like that of a lone wolf. Some say the name comes from how brutal a wolf can be with it's prey. Others, at how cunning a wolf can be in the forest. The cities, were like his forests. He was the predator, out to 'clean' the prey he was hired for. Out to put down the 'marks' as they were sometimes called. Seattle was a mean place, an unforgiving place. You either learned how to survive, or you ended up on a slab at the morgue.
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Re: A Runner in Rhydin.
« Reply #6 on: October 15, 2008, 09:49:52 AM »
Weapons fire erupted from the far end of the bar, near the restrooms. A Heckler and Koch UMP-45 Submachine Gun, was cutting down several vampire thugs who'd been taking up booth. As the .45 caliber rounds penetrated their flesh, the high tech rounds were found to be rather deadly to the vampires. Killing them from the inside out with the mixture of ultraviolet flash, holy water and several other unknown compounds that made up the high tech rounds.

Vampires scattered within the seedy bar. Some ran to escape, while others tried to rush the attacking soul with the submachine gun. Only finding too late that the rounds to impale their bodies were anything but normal.

Boosted reflexes kicked in as one of the blood suckers tried to come up from behind him. Three hand blades sprung out from his left hand in a soft curve. His body moved in a fluid motion to spin back and sever the head from the fanged thug, while the submachine gun ran dry with it's last ammunition clip. The gun was promptly discarded to the floor at his side with a toss, reaching back below the leather jacket worn and pulling a Para Ordnance Colonel .45 caliber pistol and immediately sending the first two rounds, of the fifteen round clip into a vampire drawing near at his right. The high tech rounds disposed of the fanged creature as his eyes searched for any remaining blood suckers that might be crazy enough to still be around. The three hand blades retracted back below the skin, before he dug his hand into a pocket and tossed a small pouch of coins to the bartender. "Sorry for the mess."

On his way out he'd give pause to a vampire crawling away from a booth. A glance down at the thing, lowering the pistol and sending a round into it's heart. "Enjoy the worms, in the after life, fang face." Tucking the pistol back below his leather jacket and simply giving a nod over at the bartender before pushing out the door and into the morning light. "Mmm, gonna be a bright day."
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Re: A Runner in Rhydin.
« Reply #7 on: October 22, 2008, 04:58:47 AM »
"What'd you say?"

Three elves laid beaten on the floor of the tavern. One had definitely lost his dashing smile with the last punch to his jaw. Due to the surgeries, bone lacing, the punch was more like a brick being slammed into the elf's face. Marek gave a look down at one of the three, who's hand was moving a bit too close for his comfort to a dagger at his boot. Pulling the FN pistol from below his leather jacket and firing off a round into the elf's knee cap.

"Looks like dancing is one thing you'll be sitting out of in the future, chummer." As  the elf growled and groaned in pain Marek simply lowered down at him and drove his fist into his face to send his head back into the floor boards. Lifting and turning his gaze over another elf as he narrowed his eyes. "Now, you were saying something about how you were better then me? How your some noble smarty pants with money from their daddy who's above the simple folk like me? Did I get that right? Or were you about to apologize for being just another inbred elf?"

"You will die a thousand deaths over! I will see to it your body is dragged behind a horse from this city to the next!" The elf spat blood at Marek's boots in defiance as he growled up at him from the floor by the other two. "Hm, wrong answer chummer." Marek lowered the gun and fired off a round into the elf's forehead, before turning it on his two friends and pumping a round into each's heart.

A nod over toward the bartender. "They called it, whole thing didn't have to happen. Three less snooty young elves to plague the city with their high and mighty banter now. Have a good night." Tucking the pistol below his leather jacket and moving for the door.
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Re: A Runner in Rhydin.
« Reply #8 on: March 16, 2010, 06:45:32 AM »
Marek glanced out the window as he eased back into the chair and drew his boots up onto the edge of  the bed. A pierce of turkey jerky was pulled from a package and tossed into his mouth. A murmured bark from the bed and his gaze would turn that direction with a perked brow. The large Mastiff laid there with a tilt of his head at Marek. "Yeah.. but it's turkey, bit healthy.. watch out." Tossing a large chunk of jerky to the dog, who quickly snatched it up from the air with a small shift of his tail. Marek perked a smirk and glanced back out the window. "What do you think, Moose? This city worth saving or should it be left to fall into Hell?" The dog perked his tail some, shifting to lay to his side on the bed with a groan uttered and a stretch of legs out. Marek turned his gaze and chuckled with a nod. "Yeah, I know. It's far too early in the morning to get philosophical. You're right, we should get some sleep." Marek got up from the chair and pulled the curtains at the window closed best they'd go. Sliding onto the bed and laying back as he pushed a pair of pillows under his head. With a roll, the large dog moved closer and lowered his head on Marek's chest with a lazy flop of his tail against the bed. Marek's hand moved to rub behind an ear of the dog's. "Funny place ain't it? Reminds ya' of home hm? Orks, Dwarves, Trolls, Elves and Humans. Got magic and dragons even. Course, most we've bumped into here carry swords and knives and that of pistols and submachine guns. Nice change eh? Ah well, kill a few demons and vampires here and there bout the city. Make a little money. Take a few lazy days. Bit of the easy life compared to back home, hm? Reminds me, got more legit job to pull here and there for a bit. I'll show ya the boat later. No worries till we wake this afternoon right Moose? Sleep time..."
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Re: A Runner in Rhydin.
« Reply #9 on: August 03, 2010, 04:09:13 AM »
A drop of his leather jacket over the back of the chair. Eyes gave a glance out the window before closing the blinds. Moving over toward a chair and dropping back into it as his boots came up to rest on the edge of the bed. The large Mastiff dog in lay there lifted his head some at Marek, tongue licking at his muzzle. "Well.. seems she has a couple of good jobs, Moose. Waitress is legal and seemed a decent place she was serving at. Not a rough and rowdy bar or anything like that. Working in a shipyard doing paperwork and the such is an honest way to make some money. Maybe she won't turn out like her old man hm, partner?" The mastiff turned his head a bit at the side and gave a tail wag against the sheets upon the bed. "Yeah, you're right. Sooner or later all comes full circle don't it? All right.. all right.. I'll start her training soon. She's young, plenty of room for knowledge and new skills."

The large mastiff slid to his side upon the bed with a groan and lazy tail wag against the bed in turn. Marek perked a smirk at the dog and nodded a bit. "Yeah, yeah. I know. Sleep time. All right, but tomorrow we'll continue our conversation about my daughter."
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Re: A Runner in Rhydin.
« Reply #10 on: August 08, 2010, 09:42:42 AM »
A hard crank of the wheel and a quick shift into reverse put the muscle car facing the limousine. Shattering the windshield as the MP-9 submachine gun was drawn up from the passengers seat. Sending a volley of rounds at the limo driver. The glass cracked. Bullet proof thought Marek immediately. A growl at his throat as he shifted the car into drive. Drawing his double barrel shotgun and firing off both barrels at the front tire as he buzzed by the driver's side of the vehicle. A swerve and impact with a parked car sent the limo into a spiral flip upon the air before landing upside down and skidding along the pavement. A magnificent display of sparks indeed.

The muscle car came around in a screeching of tires before drawing near and coming to a halt several feet away. Leaving the engine running as Marek opened the car door. A flip of the twelve gauge, sawed off double barrel in his hand to open it, the used shells ejecting as he dug his hand into his leather jacket and pulled a fresh pair out. Sliding a shell into each barrel before a flick of the weapon closed as the passenger door perked open and a man held with in a once fine business suit crawled free. Blood dripped from his forehead where he'd apparently smacked it on something during the rough end to his ride.

"Wait.. just wait.. wait.. I say.. I can pay you.. I have money.. wait.."

Both barrels, one right after the other rang out. Blood spit outward from the impact points to the man's chest, as he feel back with out hesitation from the kill shots.

Marek rolled his neck from side to side to work out a kink. Dropping the shotgun into the leather holster at his thigh with a shake of his head down at the man before turning back for the muscle car.

Sometimes you didn't choose your fate. Sometimes it chose you. Some would say he was merely an assassin on trips like these. But what do you call someone that's put on a mission by God, to thin the herd?

Would you still call them an Assassin? Or a Weapon of Fate?
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Re: A Runner in Rhydin.
« Reply #11 on: October 29, 2010, 07:13:16 PM »
"The planet's going to hell in a hand bag. This one wanting to take over, that one wanting this and that and here you sit telling me what to do."

The Elf chuckled as he shook his head at Marek. The gathered would be bodyguards gave a hesitant chuckle in turn with their boss. Marek drew a partly used cigar from his leather jacket. Striking a match upon the table and lighting. A puff taken, then a second before a tilt of his head back to allow a small perk of smoke to escape his lips.

"Elger, you're a business man. Business is business, except when you cross the line." "I have you out manned by twelve. It's a good fifty feet to the front door. Do you really think you could make it out of here alive, Marek?" "I've got something you don't, Elger." Marek glanced along the cigar and then eased it back between his lips for a quiet puff. "And what is that?" The cigar slid free of Marek's lips, his eyes following it as he turned it over in his fingertips as if examining it before smoke drifted from his lips. "God likes me, Elger. He likes how I send him evil souls to be dealt with beyond this hell hole of a world." Elger glanced to his men about them and chuckled, all be it a bit oddly. "You're mad, you know that Marek?" Perking a smirk, Marek turned back at Elger. "The crazy part about it all, Elger, is I'm not. You've given the last kid a hand out of drugs. Hooked your last teenager. Beat your last bed girl and prostitute. God was busy, Elger. He couldn't make the trip himself you see. He can't be everywhere at once. World's too big. So he asked me. He asked me late one night to help him clear the smoke and mirrors. Clear the sinners from the saints. Clean up the garbage. There's different levels of evil, Elger. There's a line you just don't cross beyond. Well chummer, you crossed that line a while back." Elger glanced aside to several of his men, then back at Marek with a narrowing of his eyes. "You're not Saint, Marek Kharune." Marek's lips turned into a smile as he set the cigar down into the ash tray upon the table. "I'm a Saint all right, Elger. Just not the kind you read about in stories at night before your momma puts you to sleep."

Sniper fire rang in through the store front window in rapid tone. As bodyguards started to drop like panties in a whore house at nine, Marek lifted from the table in a boost of reflexes. Pulling free a pair of beretta 93r automatic pistols and opening up on that of man and elf. When the pistols ran dry, they were dropped simply to the floor. Sliding free the sawed off double barrel shotgun from his thigh holster. The butt' used to bash a man's nose in, before the business end blew a nasty hole into his chest. Blood played over the flooring as twelve became nine. Nine became six. Six became four and then four became two. A drop of a shell into a chamber of the sawed off. Then a second before a flick of the weapon closed. Marek looked downward at the last bodyguard before a single shot perked through the broken window from a sniper rifle across the street. Ending his pathetic life via the back of his head. Marek's gaze turned toward Elger. scooting across the floor with a banged up knee cap and a hole in his right arm pumping blood outward onto a once fine suit of silk.

"And shepherds we shall be, for thee my Lord for thee. Power hath descended forth from thy hand, that our feet may swiftly carry out thy command. We shall flow a river forth to thee, and teeming with souls shall it ever be."

Two shots thundered out. Then all went quiet.
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Re: A Runner in Rhydin.
« Reply #12 on: November 09, 2010, 03:08:53 AM »
A hard crank of the wheel and the 1977 camero skidded into the turn slightly with a hiss of protest from the tires. Rapid turn of the wheel back and shift to send the car's engine roaring as speed picked up. One of the pursuing vehicles made itself know by a hard bump from behind. With another shift of gears, the camero had a burst of speed. Quite possibly even drawing faster then the rich make of the pursuing cars, had it not been for that woman stepping to cross the road.

A screech of tires and turn of the wheel brought the camero narrowing missing the woman. Good for her, bad for the camero. With the combined high speed and harsh turn the vehicle was lost and impacted with an oncoming hovercar from the other direction. Slowed down, it was actually quite the sight to behold. The first flip and the rolling spin upon the air before landing upon it's side and continuing in a rolling crash down the street another fifty-five feet until coming to a rest finally upside down.

There was a pause and then the passenger door of the camero perked open. Glass littered the ground as Marek crawled out with a grunt and groan, not to mention a few choice curses from his lips. A shake of his head as one of the pursuing vehicles barreled down the road at him. "Oh, not enough you ruin my car. Now you want me too eh?" Standing his ground as the car drew near, it wasn't till the last possible moment that Marek side stepped the vehicle as three hand blades slid out from the back of his left hand. Impacting the car and running it's side, both that of tire and metal gave way to the blades rated for severing bone. The poor car would find itself in loss of control and spin out into a lamp post. As the hand blades retracted back into his hand, Marek pulled a hand grenade from his leather jacket and with a pluck of the pin, tossed it for a rolling slide under the car. Turning toward the second car screeching to a halt several yards away from him as the grenade went live and sent quite the lovely explosion up through the former car behind him.

"Do you have any idea how hard it is to find parts in this realm for a classic car like the one you made me crash?" Reaching under his leather jacket and sliding free a pair of Beretta 93R automatic pistols. He didn't wait for the men to exit the second car before both pistols were let loose on the driver and front passenger's sitting behind the windshield. When the pistols ran dry in their rapid fire, they were simply dropped in his walk toward the car. The 12 gauge sawed off double barrel shotgun would find it's way into his left hand's grip. Pulled from the leather thigh holster and a loud shot rang out as the passenger behind the driver stepped from the car, only to find his chest opened up by the shotgun blast. The woman stepping out from the opposite side would feel the brunt of the second barrel before the glock pistol upon her hand could come to line up on Marek. A pop of the shotgun open, eject of shells as Marek dug into an outer pocket of his leather jacket and dropped two fresh shells into the weapon before a flick of it closed as he growled with a look around. "I really liked that car too. Drek-heads." The sawed off dropped into the thigh holster as he rubbed at his forehead and the blood dripping from there to the pavement below his boots. "Damn, I just had all my doctor bills paid off too." Marek dug a hand into his jeans pocket, pulling free what looked like a normal cell phone, but given this world it was quite more the sophisticated communicator. A flip of it open and tap of a key.

"Blue.. come pick me up. I'm at Picard and Seventh Avenue in the Spaceport. No, don't ask why I need to be picked up just come and get me. A-sap."
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Re: A Runner in Rhydin.
« Reply #13 on: November 09, 2010, 03:39:01 AM »
A 1950's ford pick up truck, nicely restored, pulled up outside the burnt out warehouse in the business district. The window rolled down and smoke from a cigar perked outward as the blue skinned and rather buff looking, Gremlin peeked his head out. The stocking hat bounced with his head as he glanced about.
 
"Where's the Camero?" Marek shoot his head as he moved around to the passenger side of the truck and slid in. "Blue, don't ask I said." Archimedes, aka, Blue, perked a grin as he chomped on the cigar between his lips, offering Marek a fresh one and a lighter tossed his way as well in turn before reaching to shift the truck into gear. "Bounty hunters eh? Lousy bunch. Or was it some corporate muscle suits coming after ya' from ticking somebody's boss off? Humans, what a pain in the tuckus." Marek lit the cigar between his lips and perked a smirk aside at the gremlin. "Yeah.. we're a pain, aren't we?" Blue chuckled, an odd, kinda evil laugh as they pulled from the curb. "Banged anyone lately?" Blue was anything but straight forward and to the point.
 
Perhaps that was one of the reasons why Marek liked him. He fit right in with the others Marek called friend. Rough, tough and could handle himself in a fight. Marek had seen Blue beat the crap out of four Elves once with nothing but his bare hands and well the wrench helped too. Not like most Gremlins, Archimedes or Blue, was ripped. Muscled from head to toe. With blue skin it was hard to miss the nearly four foot tall Gremlin. Blue had been helping to run weapon sales for a local Lord when Marek had met him. Given their appreciation for the finer things in life, mainly guns, the two hit off as buds.
 
"No, not lately Blue. How about you chummer?" Marek slid the cigar from his lips, smoke poured free as his free hand lifted to dab a kleenex at his forehead, the blood had all but stopped. Blue slid a cd into the console of the truck, course given it was Blue's truck it was quite modified. As the song 'Pony' from Far came on, Blue nodded over at Marek and slid his own cigar from his rather sharp teeth. "Yeah, found a pair of Twi'leks at the Star's End Bar last sunday. They had big.. well.. you know. If you weren't busy with work that night I would of called ya. Had to shag them both myself." Marek perked a smirk as he chuckled. "You poor thing, Blue." "Yeah, they left me blue.. with envy." "That's bad, Blue. Bad." "Yeah, but ya know it was good fun. Next time their in town I'll give ya a call if you're not working that night either. When do we get to do some damage again together anyhow?" Marek flicked a bit of ash from his cigar out the window. "Soon chummer, soon. Got a few things lined up actually. Want in on them?" Blue perked a Cheshire grin. "Does a dragon crap in the woods?"
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Re: A Runner in Rhydin.
« Reply #14 on: January 25, 2011, 09:09:51 AM »
"~Some people call me the space cowboy yeah,
Some call me the gangster of love
Some people call me Maurice
Cause' I speak of the pompetous of love

People talk about me baby
Say I'm doin' you wrong, doin' you wrong
But don't you worry baby don't worry
Cause' I'm right here at home

Cause' I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
playin' my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a mid-night toker
I get my lovin' on the run
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

You're the cutest thing that I ever did see
I really love your peaches
Want to shake your tree
Lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dovey all the time
Ooh wee baby, I sure show you a good time

Cause' I'm a picker
I'm a grinner
I'm a lover
And I'm a sinner
playin'my music in the sun
I'm a joker
I'm a smoker
I'm a mid-night toker
I sure don't want to hurt no one

Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh

People keep talkin' about me baby
Say I'm doin' you wrong
Well don't you worry, don't worry, no don't worry mama
Cause' I'm right here at home
You're the cutest thing I ever did see
Really love your peaches want to shake your tree
Lovey dovey, lovey dovey, lovey dovey all the time
Come on baby now, I'll show you a good time...~"

Marek spun the guitar out in his hand and then settled it beside him against the chair. Dover, who was indeed a credit to the modern marvel of the technology of their world, reached out with his right hand. The one that was still human and gave Marek a quick high five salute before running that cyborg hand of his through his buzzed locks of hair. "Rock'n my man, simply rock'n. Hey, you need to bring Blue by soon. We need a party or somethin' my man." Kent looked over from his cleaning of a sniper rifle by a table of oak making. The Ork flicked a long slender ear as he unzipped his camouflage jacket. "I'm not sure I really want to see the three of you all together again. The last time the three of you got together was at Dante's in Seattle. If you recall, by the time you were done with your little 'party' there were Lonestar cops filing into the joint and several bruised and beaten bodies on the second level." "Yeah." Smirked Dover over at Kent. "That was a good time." Goliath, and indeed that was a perfect name for the large Troll, moved into the room from the bedroom down the hallway. A quick zip of his jeans and fasten of his belt while moving to snag a bottle of ale from the fridge. Using one of his horns to prick the cap free as he gave a roll of his broad shoulders then. "Geezus Goliath.. you finally give Treena a break in there?" Chuckled Dover. "Yeah. Gotta let the girl sleep sometime. When you getting a girl Dover?" "Psft... I've got a girl." "Yes, he does. In just about every state back home." Commented Kent as he set the sniper rifle down upon the table before him after finishing reassembling it. Marek gave a smirk and laughed a bit, giving Kent a thumbs up. "Nice one, chummer." "Christ Marek, you gonna ever hook up with one again?" Poked Goliath as he drank down half of his bottle. "We'll see what time holds for me. Live for today, right?" "Yeah, live for today cause tomorrow's gonna hurt like being frisked by a dragon in heat." Tossed out Dover as he leaned back in his chair. "Dover, you unique wording is at times a bit, crude." Nodded Kent as he took up his glass of wine. "Ya' wouldn't want me any other way." Smirked Dover. Marek shook his head, course with a smirk at his lips. "The shipment of 'blues' from the Kerbero Corporation should arrive this week. After it arrives, we'll get back to taking out some vampire suck' heads." "I love how they just kinda start scream'n when hit by those rounds. All like.. ah.. ah.. AHHHH WHAT THE.. ?!?!" Dover started to laugh with his comment. Indeed the unique rounds were quite lethal to the things that go bump in the night. "Leave it to a Demon to create something to take out other creatures of the night." Spoke Kent as he reached for the bottle of Elven wine on the table to refill his glass. "Far as the regular ammunition is concerned, it'll be delivered by the end of the day. And please, try not to use the more expensive 'blue' rounds unless you're taking down a vampire, demon or something close to it? Those rounds are expensive, use the regular rounds please." "Not like we're hurting for cash, but I'll try." Smirked Dover as he crushed a beer can with his cyborg hand. "Goliath is right chummer, you need a date." Nodded Dover over at Marek. "No, I don't." "Yeah you do. Like when's the last time you got laid bro?" "Dover, I don't need a.. " "Yes you do need a girl I think. Give you someone to relax with sometimes in between work." Commented Kent as he flicked a slender ear and lifted his wine glass for a drink. "Kent, don't side with Dover that's just creepy chummer." Goliath chuckled and shook his head."Oh come on, Marek. What would it hurt for you to have a girl more stable then the ones in your little black book for booty calls?" "Keeps things simple, big guy. I hate complicated things." Marek shook his head and reached for his dark ale again. "It's been a while since ya' had something more stable.. just give it a try with a gal and if it don't work.. well.. least maybe the sex was good hopefully or ya' stay friends with benefits?" Grinned Dover over at Marek. "We'll see amigos." Nodded Marek. "We'll see what life wants to toss my direction all right? Until then, we've got a Warlord's death to plan."


( Song: The Joker, sung by The Steve Miller Band. )
"Death smiles at us all. All a man can do is smile back."