Thread: The Fate of the world is in our hands (Max and I)

If he had to have been caught by someone or a group of people, hey, he had to admit that this was a nice deal. Both women were quite the lookers with one on top of him. Sure the circumstances weren't fitting, but he rather did enjoy the view from here. Besides Lucia was a lot more approachable to speak to compared to her friend. Ah, so that was Evelynn then, hm? Well, if they had plans to off him, he didn't think they were going to now. Perhaps through sheer looks alone, the man got on her good sides? It was wishful thinking, but even a woman like her could lose patience with him. The Vagabond decided to play it safe and let the two of them bicker first and decide their course of action. Would they side with him for the moment, or resort to the more judicial choice of the matter? He calmly awaited their decision. Maybe it was unintentional, or perhaps they just forgot he was even there. At least he learned why these two were here, and that would work in his favor. A Bio-soldier and a... hm, a Demon Hybrid? Looking into Lucia's eyes for a moment, he nodded and smiled at himself. Oh yes, that's what you are. Well, this is just rather interesting! I honestly feel flattered, I didn't think the Metro would have to resort to such lengths to catch me. Then again, as you two just discussed, neither of you appear to be really in it to help these folks. Still pinned down, he made himself as comfortable as he could get, though they would no doubt need to get moving sooner or later. And of course, the sooner, the better. Trick you? Madame Evelynn, your words hurt me. I would never think of betraying two beautiful women like yourselves. Why, in fact I'm not sure if I'm in heaven or hell right now with you two. Heh, well, I do like a girl that's feisty, Madame Lucia. The Vagabond teased, grinning playfully before she assured Evelynn that he wouldn't get away. At least, not far. Especially with that heightened sense of smell she had. Well that just made things more difficult. He truly was screwed, wasn't he? The thought helped to make sure he did stay up, standing up and brushing himself off, wincing a little at his ribs while he listened to Lucia commented on his height. The man just chuckled as he lowered his hood. It didn't matter, they saw his face anyway. There's a time to fight, and a time to run. Either way, it would appear neither option would have bested you, Madame Lucia He couldn't help but chuckle, but it was then that it was time to move. With a soft clicking of his tongue, the Vagabond turned and began walking down the alley, trying his best to ignore his ache. Come now, Madame Evelynn, you stand to gain from this as well. I do understand you'll make quite a large sum of money by turning me in, so I'll make up for it with an even better offer. I promise. He said with a confident smile, striding down the street carelessly, but they had taken all the back routes, soon passing into a more dingy side of town. This part of the Metro seemed to be lacking in tender love and care, though much of the pathway seemed to have been disturbed by constant foot traffic. They soon came to an iron gate that he unlocked and entered in with the women behind him. They continued just a further way down, up to a curtained doorway with light shining out of. Once inside, all eyes were on the women. A small band of men and women looked on in curiosity at their guests, not used to seeing the Vagabond with company. He simply shook his head, speaking in French once more. At once, they all seemed to visibly relax, though many were still on guard. He turned to them. They're a bit jumpy, but the Thieves's Guild here is home for us. So, it's understandable, no? He chuckled and waved them in, hanging up his cloak on a nearby hook. Immediately, they made a beeline to what appeared to be a large workshop with a desk and many filing cabinets and drawers on one end while several tables and tools were strewn around the place. Once inside, the man closed the door behind them and then leaned against his desk, arms across his chest. The warmth of the fireplace spread across the room, its light illuminating his features completely. Red eyes gazed at them with interest. You may know me as the Vagabond, yes? Ah, what a trifling name that Metro has given me. Please, my name is Henri. Henri Theirry, at your service. The man gave a polite bow at the waist, arm across his waist as he then lifted with a charming smile. He then placed the revolver on the table, leaving it be and then gazing at them one at a time. So then, first off, what brings you two to Metro? Maybe that'll help me find out what sort of fee I can pay for my release.