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Thread: Enemies of the Industrial Revolution

OOC I think so, yes, lol. This place could get pretty rotten. Very few down here had morals as they were either mercenaries or family of a mercenary. It was all about who wanted what and when but also who they could get it from and at what price. Any merchant would have a blast- as long as they could defend themselves. She glanced over at the board but kept going until she found the hut right behind it. She went inside and walked up to the counter, slamming down a rolled up piece of paper with blood splattered on the front. I'm here for my pay. She'd completed the job, which had been described on the paper under her hand. Certainly sir, you can have anything you want. Money would always be the only issue holding him back from getting something and as long as he paid, he could have it. Another counterman approached and took the position of the first. The first one clutched at the set of keys and walked to a doorway, motioning for the sailor to follow, find his room and have whatever he wanted.
Thread: Enemies of the Industrial Revolution

You've broken the seal! One of the men snapped in Genevese, despite having been planning to do it himself, as well as knowing the boys spoke English. Still, he was being tested and he was going to place the blame squarely upon these two for disrupting the experiment. He gave a lean and mean look over the more foppish of the two. The body looked as if keeping the man alive hadn't been completely successful. Might be brain dead or his brain might be the only thing left working. Get to the wall! Get on the ground! He ordered in English as he looked aruond for the papers that had been dropped that the two intruders had found. He would need to salvage the experiment somehow. One of you get in the coffin. If there was one thing Victor had learned over the years it was morality. And how it isolated those breaking its rules. Outside the two other men had arrived, looking over the figures of those in the doorway. The golden eyes of the human skeleton still shone with dull curiosity, while the one beside him had his eyes covered. After muttering something to the skeletal figure, he started walking away, leaving the trees and statuary behind him. The Skeletal figure moved to the side after giving the slouching man an appraising look. He had his own form of beauty. A fair bit of stiching, but it was finely done and difficult to see. The Qausimodo had done well for himself. Much more potential than Victor, even after that one creation from the student. Well, it was time to see how he handled things.
Thread: Enemies of the Industrial Revolution

I'm totally fucking confused xD ROFL She ignored the cries of anger going on outside and slid the paper over to the younger male across from her. He looked it over and nodded, glancing up at her. Password. She rolled her eyes and rubbed her fingertips across her broad but slightly rounded forehead. Gingivitis. Her contract had come with a riddle, which was normal, and she'd found the answer on the man she'd killed. Solving the riddle was only possible by getting up close and personal with the target and the answer to the riddle was the password. This let the contractors know the mercenaries weren't lying. The younger male nodded and stamped the paper before dropping it into a file cabinet. He snatched up a little pouch of money and dropped it into her open hand. More work is posted outside, miss. The woman nodded and stuffed the pouch away onto her person and leaned in closer, I don't want that rabble. Give me something better. He gave a slow nod and took out a key, shoving it into the top drawer of the desk and popped it open. He fingered through the pages and listed the types of job, Elimination, robbery, discrete auto-theft, espionage, more elimination, whoring jobs and a few classifieds. Her brow quirked, Classifieds? The male stared at her and she took out a few coins, flicking them at him. He smiled and snatched it up, dropping it into his pocket before fingering through more paperwork. Elimination, slaughter, espionage and packaged deals which include a combination of job types and sometimes separate jobs. She nodded, Let me see them. He slid over a few papers and she glanced over them until she'd decided to pick one. The male typed up a receipt and gave her a copy of the paperwork, a simpler copy, and handed it over. There ye' go miss. She rolled up the paperwork and waved it at him before walking back outside.
Thread: Enemies of the Industrial Revolution

The tweed dressed man at the counter continued his work, handing off a paper to the man who had been in line ahead of the dyke. Waiting for the woman to get in line, he decided it was going to be a futile effort. He frowned as he took the somewhat crumbled up paper, the ink flaked by it's treatment in the places that it didn't run from the rainwater and the steam throughout the tunnels. You really need to stop removing these from the board without informing us ahead of time. We have had enough difficulty with your previous clients having had their contracts mangled out of recognition. He looked over the paper, trying to see the requirements for the mission with a bulky looking glass. Take this to the Cage. If the blood is the right sort or if you have evidence of completing the job you will get your portion of the reward. He was refering to the area with the strong boxes, where the records and treasury was kept, heavily guarded by a maze of poles coated in acids and grease which acted as latters into the main area. The mercenaries got a portion of the rewards, no doubt. But just like the company stores above the surface, they already had eaten up most of it. Taxes, finders fees, middelman fees, rent, board, drink, repairs, bribes... All sunk. But she would get her money, so long as she didn't get drunk. All the women were like that here. Line cutters. Throat cutters. Check cutters. He watched as yet another dyke moved off, a bit richer, ready to head to the whorehouse like the men, no doubt.
Thread: Enemies of the Industrial Revolution

She wandered out and found herself a corner to be alone. Plopping down, she tore open the package and read through the paperwork given to her. It took about an hour as the stack was pretty thick and she finally realized what it was asking of her. There was a man who'd come to the city a few years back and changed everything . He caused the burst of mercenary work, though it was likely he was totally unaware of this. He was a filthy mongrel who wanted all of the cities wealth for himself. He'd pretended to be just what the place needed and to help everyone advance with new businesses instead of industries and textiles. He put the common worker out of a job and gave fat cats more cash, power and hookers. This man was the leader of the city and he was to be eliminated. The merc sighed and stuffed everything back inside. Perfect. The cash was worth it and the job could be done rather quickly. Granted, she would need some time to prepare but it wouldn't take long at all. She hopped up from her seat and left the mercenary city behind as she headed back up to the streets and to the whore house, er, brothel, closer to the upper class part of town. I have quite a few RPs right now and I'm trying to remember who your main character in this is xD because I may have just messed up with this post, rofl.
Thread: The Fall of the Elven Queen [Lord Dakol and Forbidden Romance]

The sun rose as always over the city of Menoas, brightening the horizon and giving the city a wake-up as the castle of the queen brimmed with activity. The castle itself was set into the western mountains, creating an almost impregnable fortress of power, where towers dotted around it to create a solid defense. The first tower bell rang stridently, waking up most of the occupants inside the Menoas castle. This included the elf that laid upon the covers of his bed, breathing softly as his right hand hung comfortably off the bed. When the bell rang a second time, the elf's ears pricked up as he opened his eyes, staring at a curved lump that his face was currently pressed against. He coughed gently, rolling off to the side before landing on the balls of his feet, his dark brown hair ruffled from the activities of the night before. As he was currently naked, the elf stood up and walked to the vanity desk, retrieving his pale-blue underclothes and white doublet, which fell down neatly to the back of his feet, which were quickly covered by dark leather boots. Looking in the mirror and brushing his hair to the side, Haeder Youngflame made himself look presentable as he got himself clothed. He was Master of the Council for the queen, and personal adviser, so he had to look his best. A dark green dress was crumpled on the floor in a messy heap, making Haeder sigh and lean over to retrieve it. Wake up, he called out to the lump that was hidden beneath the coverlets. The figure moved partially out of the bed, revealing to be a golden-haired woman, who was covering herself up in a demure-like fashion. He smirked, and tossed the dress to her. I hope you enjoyed yourself, m'lord, the young human woman said with a shy smile. Haeder scoffed and shook his head with a smile before speaking, I did, but now I need you to leave. I must meet with the queen . . . The elf buttoned up his doublet, taking one last look in the mirror before grabbing the small pouch on the desk. He unceremoniously tossed it to her, paying the lady of the night for last night, though they were much more affectionately known as whores. Haeder left his room to be accompanied by his personal household guardsmen, who were also of his race, the Menoas Elves. They were silver-plated armor engraved with the royal family's insignia, carrying two steel broadswords by their hips as they walked down the carpeted hall of the keep. After a few more twists, turns, and stairways, Haeder and his guards came upon the queen's room. As was suspected, the queen's guards stood vigil by his door, though they relaxed once they saw Haeder. Wait here, he ordered his men, stepping up to the width of the door and knocking gently on it at least four times. My queen? Are you awake? he asked out calmly, waiting for a response.
Thread: The Fall of the Elven Queen [Lord Dakol and Forbidden Romance]

Elaness stirred with a groan when the unwelcomed sound of the tower bells rang to wake the city from it's slumber. In attempt to block out the intrusive sound stuck her head under her pillow. Her attempts were in vain when she heard the dull thud of her chamber doors being opened and shut followed by hurried footsteps. Her curtains that shielded her chambers from the sun were drawn back allowing the sun's warmth to flood the room. M'Lady you best wake this instant or I will drown you where you sleep, The elderly maid said in a stern yet kind voice as she pulled the thick blanket off of Elaness's bed. With another groan Elaness peaked out from under her pillow, glaring daggers at the older woman who for many years had taken care of her. I could have you hung for waking me woman, she said through gritted teeth. It was an empty threat because the older woman was a very dear servant. Ah M'Lady but then who would, run your bath, bring you your tea, braid your hair and take care of you when you have taken with a fever? The older lady asked with a chuckle. Come, I shall go see that a bath is run and set up your breakfast...will Master Haeder be joining you? The elf Queen stood up and picked up a silk robe that hung from over a divider, and slipped it on,Haeder always joins me for breakfast, she said walking over to her vanity desk and sitting down to brush her hair out. Elaness was considered a great beauty but was also known to rule her people with an iron fist which led to dislike. She took her advice from Haeder, who was her most trusted adviser and friend. Very well M'Lady the older women left the room. Elaness sat quietly still brushing her hair out when she heard another knock at the door and Haeder's voice call to find out if she was awake. Enter She called to him. When he entered she looked at him through her mirror as she continued to brush her long mahogany locks. Ah Haeder, I trust you are having a good morning? Her tone was suggestive knowing well enough he never went to bed alone.
Thread: The Fall of the Elven Queen [Lord Dakol and Forbidden Romance]

Haeder only needed to wait a brief moment before he was called in by the queen's lovely voice. He opened and closed the door, walking in before turning around to lay his eyes on Elanesse, a small smile appearing on his mouth. Good morning, Your Grace, he greeted her with a slight incline of his head to show respect. To the matter of his own sleep, Haeder chuckled and smirked. A very good morning, my queen, he replied, not at all ashamed of having the queen know that he fucked whores at night. And you? I trust you had enough sleep. Walking closer, the elf admired Elanesse as she combed her hair. Indeed, she was truly magnificent, in both figure and mind. However, he knew that she was still naive to most of the working politics in Menoas. Especially his own plans. It's unfortunate that it would have to come to that . . . oh well. It must be done, he mused, sitting down in the chair across from her, folding his hands in his lap.
Thread: The Fall of the Elven Queen [Lord Dakol and Forbidden Romance]

Elaness smirked at his reply. She wouldn't deny his charm and good looks were enough to make any woman fall at his knees. She too felt some attraction for him however as queen she was forced not to act on her feelings. Instead he is her closest friend and most trusted adviser. Elaness watched as he took a seat across from her. Haeder, please you do not have to address me in such a formal fashion when there is no one else around. She placed the hairbrush down on the table. The sleeve of her gown slipped off her shoulder teasingly. My sleep was peaceful. she said as she folded her arms leaning back in her chair. As queen, no man was allowed to touch her unless married to her. This however did not stop her from flirting. It had only been a few months since her father had died leaving the kingdom in her hands and even though she understood the theory of running the kingdom it was a lot harder to do in practice. They were already on the verge of war and Elaness relied on Haeder for guidance. What do we have on the agenda today?
Thread: The Fall of the Elven Queen [Lord Dakol and Forbidden Romance]

Haeder smiled calmly and rose his hands in defense, nodding. Yes, Elanesse. Of course, he answered, his eyes flickered to the bit of flesh that was exposed when her gown slipped off her shoulder. His body hungered for her, he knew, but that would arrive . . . in time. That is good. Today, Lord Devoun is going to propose we hold a tourney, in order to get back some of the money that the crown has lost. Alternatively, Lord Manchester will report on your army's movements in the south, he explained, leaning back comfortably as he smiled.
Thread: The Fall of the Elven Queen [Lord Dakol and Forbidden Romance]

Elaness nodded as she tapped her nails against the table.And where does Lord Devoun expect us to pay to hold such an event when every resource is going towards the army supplies? She shook her head resting her head in her hands massaging a tension headache that was developing. Do you think a tournament would work? Just then the door burst open and Eliza, Elaness's maid rolled in a trolley which held a breakfast for two. Master Haeder, I trust you slept well. She greeted him as she wet out fruit and toast and bacon out on the table and pot of tea. She turned to Elaness, M'lady your bath is ready after breakfast. with that she left the two alone again. Elaness simply nodded at the older woman. She then reached over and picked up a strawberry biting into it.
Thread: The Sleepover

At first, all Susan really wanted was to be left alone. Her younger brother's constant irritation nearly drove her mad, the sibling's nearly constant bickering becoming more of a given fact of their lives rather than simply an occasional spat. The older they got, the more determined Susan became to put him in his place. She was the elder sibling, after all, and he had to realize that with age came more than simply responsibility... It also carried with it the strength and knowledge to suppress those younger and inferior to oneself. The sooner he realized this, the better, at least in Susan's estimation. On one particular afternoon, Susan had invited four of her friends to have a sleepover, and before they even arrived Susan had given explicit instructions to her younger brother not to bother them or even so much as show his face in front of her friends while they were over. The last thing she needed was the little bumpkin spoiling their fun. The first one to arrive was Mary, a young lady from her class who was well known for her prestigious upbringing and sense of fashion. Although she wasn't particularly overt about it, it was clear that she inherited some of her father's snobby mannerisms. She wore a casual dress and a matching pair of buckled shoes, her long, wavy blonde hair cascading elegantly down her back like a waterfall. She stepped inside the door and gave Susan a curt yet polite greeting before stepping into the living-room, setting her bag of pajamas beside the couch as she waited for the others to arrive. Next, Patty and Trisha arrived together, two of cheerleaders that always seemed to stick together. They had an odd habit of synchronizing their speech to such a degree that it was almost comical, most likely a side effect of them reciting chants together for so long as they had been cheerleaders together since middle school. They wore simple t-shirts and jeans, and carried their clothes in duffle bags as they sat down beside Mary on the couch. Last, Margret straggled in, her short brown hair in slight disarray as she lugged her rather large bag over her shoulder like a sack of potatoes. She was the youngest of the group and still a little naive in her approach to life. But, as her bespectacled appearance seemed to suggest, she was the smartest in the group of friends and often helped the others pass their exams in a pinch. She was an ace at strategy games and anything involving numbers, but she loved to talk and discuss other matters as much as any other girl her age would. When they were all finally gathered in the livingroom, Susan brought out a tray of juice and cookies for them to enjoy as they considered their first activity for the afternoon...
Thread: The Sleepover

Jay thought he was in for a treat that evening, Susan had always tried to assert her dominance over him, without much luck and he loved being able to get under skin in the way that only a younger bro could. He knew tonight that she would be even more on edge than usual, of the four girls invited over, 2 were cheerleaders, meaning that anything bad that happened tonight would be common knowledge all over school tomorrow. He frowned, what could he do that would make his sister a scial outcast, or at very least lose her a few friends? His old plan of placing a couple of remote activated mp3 players with loud speakers across the room failed a few weeks ago and so he had decided to go very low tech. Basic spying, hearing, writing and then of course spreading it across the internet. It was fool proof, surely? In his general attire of shorts and a t shirt he slowly listened to the front door opening from his own room. After they had all arrived, he quietly scrambled into his position outside of the room, hidden by a slightly rearranged pile of books that his mother never tidied away. Ready and waiting to collect information and leverage
Thread: The Sleepover

You did say that your parents won't be back until sometime tomorrow morning, correct? Mary started off the discussion as she picked up one of the cookies from the tray and waved it in the air as if it were a fan, I do believe that if such is the case, we could avail ourselves of some rather unconventional entertainments, correct? I don't know what you mean by unconventional, but I do have a karaoke machine if you all are interested in that, Susan replied with a sigh. No, no, not that... She means ultimate truth-or-dare, right? Patty grinned and nudged Mary with her elbow. Since Mary brought it up, she should start us off, Trisha chimed in, Go ahead, Mary. Very well... the blonde young lady took a sip of juice before continuing, Patty, truth or dare? Truth, I have nothing to hide, Patty grinned. Is it true that you have had over ten boyfriends but have never kissed any of them? Mary asked, a slightly mischievous grin on her face. No, that's just a rumor, Patty giggled, I kissed all of them at least once. I guess that makes it my turn. Susan, truth or dare? Uhm, truth, Susan knew better than to accept a dare from Patty, who knew very well about Susan and her younger brother Jay's ongoing war. You really aren't any fun, now are you? Patty pouted. Is that your question? Of course not... What is the boy that you like? You know, what's his name? Patty poked Susan in the side. I don't have anyone like that... Its a waste of time to bother with boys, Susan huffed.
Thread: The Sleepover

Jay smirked and shook his head as mary spoke, her posh background humoured him, as he often joked to himself that she probably thought she was somehow in line for the throne. The idea quickly subsided though at the word 'unconventional' and his eyebrow raised mischieviously as he pressed record on his dictaphone and quietly tried to place is as close to the door as possible, without it being conspicuous. Ten boyfriends?? what a slag! he thought to himself, making a note of possible headlines or spins on Patty's quote. His pencil was just finished etching those very words into his notebook when he heard his sister's voice utter the word 'truth'. He smiled, expectantly, pencil poised as he listened for her reply. No boys? Waste of time to with boys? he thought to himself, slowly forming a new headline and hoping his dictaphone had caught her response. Susan doesnt bother with boys, they are a waste of time, because she is a LESBIAN!!. The letters topped the page, dwarfing his previous notes. Jay mentally patted himself on the back for a mission, that was so far, succesful and turned his attention back to the girls voices
Thread: The Sleepover

Is there a story behind that? Patty urged Susan to continue, Its not like you dislike boys, right? No, its not that... You know that as well as anyone would, Patty, so lay off, Susan huffed. So, you are blaming little Jay again? Patty giggled, You sure do complain about him a lot. You don't know what its like to have a little brother who likes nothing more than to torment the living daylights out of you, Susan countered, Am I right, Mary? I don't know what you mean... I'm an only child, Mary quipped, Whatever gave you the impression that I had a brother? I suppose that would explain why you are into older guys, Trisha patted Mary on the back. That has nothing to do with this! Mary nearly choked on her juice. The other girls laughed and Susan stood up to take the tray back into the kitchen to fetch some more snacks when she walked right by the stack of books in the hall...
Thread: The Sleepover

Jay let out a silent chuckle to himself, 'likes nothing more than to torment the living daylights out of you'? Oh susan you poor soul you jay whispered under his breath with an air sarcasm. He was proud that he had managed to get on her nerves that much, it was obviously quite an achievement, but as of yet, it still wasnt enough. Still, he needed something to end this once and for all, something that would stop Susan from attempting to take control completely, something that would beat her. Wincing, Jay shifted upright slightly, moving his bodyweight off his elbows which were now scarred with carpet patterns and stretching his legs out so that they crept just out of the cover of the books. Yes, that feels better, Jay thought to himself, pleased to stretch out his legs. Laughter came from the room, jogging his attention back to his 'mission'. Only now, it suddenly seemed less muffled than before...