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

Hearing Lucia's little cry made the man chuckle, finding her level of comfort quite adorable. For all they knew, they could have been walking into a death trap. Instead, Lucia just pranced around like she didn't have a single care in the world, and he couldn't help but relax himself. Seeing the boots hit the floor haphazardly, he did examine them from afar. Perhaps to the Metro, these boots were a bit more better in quality. To Henri, it honestly looked like a simple child's stick figure art simply designed and without much imagination. Well, of course you're tired. You chased me halfway across the Metro, madame. Be honest, did I steal your heart too? The man cooed, his voice velvety and obviously very accustomed to saying all the right things to swoon a woman or get himself out of trouble. However, he did just chuckle. After all, Evelynn was here and didn't seem to take much to his advances, probably thinking that he was attempting to lower their defenses. Make yourselves at home, for the moment. I'm sure my captors might not feel the most comfortable in a den of thieves, though I assure you we have our honor. They were then formally introduced. Since Evelynn was the first to speak, he slowly walked over to the military officer as he pressed himself off the desk. The man gently took one of her hands and knelt before her, pecking the top of her hand. When those red eyes came up, they met her's with soft hues. Despite those rather devilish looking eyes. Je suis trs heureux de faire votre connaissance. Whenever he spoke French, it seemed to just roll of his tongue with the perfect amount of ease. Like honey just poured past his lips. I'm pleased to meet you, Madame Delacroix. Then, he walked over to Lucia and did the same, though without kneeling down since she plopped herself upon the table. But he did give her a bit of a wink. The same goes to you, Madame Belarose. You both have lovely names, has anyone told you that? Ah, but down to business. When Evelynn explained what she needed, the smile upon his lips never left him, and he just nodded to all her requests. Oui, oui. He hummed to himself as he began to walk over to a chest. It opened after a rusty latch came undone, and from there he pulled out some garbs and set them on his desk. In addition, there were far more comfortable boots for the woman to wear as well. Madame Lucia, you'll find those very comfortable. Soft as silk, but tough as nails. A very special material that I fashioned together with some rare materials gathered around the settlements. As for a weapon... merde, where was it? I believe... ah, oui! Here it is! He sounded rather excited as he came to a closed locker, unlocking the lock with a key from his desk drawer. From there the doors flung open with a loud clang, but from within lay a vast assortment of weapons. There was a belt of throwing knives, different kinds of blades and rapiers, a large mace, and even a rifle. However, what he pulled out made him grunt a bit. Come on, come on...! Suddenly, he stumbled backwards, chuckling to himself with a small pant as he hefted the large weapon upon the desk between him and the two women. When Lucia looked over, Henri had a pleased grin upon his face. Her name is Aegis. I smithed her myself. He said rather proudly. The massive two-handed blade looked of rather superb quality, the steel perfectly straight and its edge sharper than anything EHS might have had. The grip was wrapped with great care and precision, and the fabric didn't appear to even have a point where it could be loosened, thus she had no fear of a pesky handle bothering her. But the most curious thought was a set of intricate runes etched into the base of the blade near the hilt. Aegis is a lovely blade, but those runes were blessed by a traveling nomad priest. He told me that not only would this blade purge the wicked, but protect the innocent. I myself don't have the strength to constantly tote this beauty around, but perhaps you might find it to your liking, Madame Lucia? He gave a knowing smile to the Demon Hybrid. Of course she would. It seemed to pulse in her presence, just missed by the man as he then looked over to Evelynn. He looked over to her sword, then her firearm. A soft chuckle left him. The man walked over to another chest, rummaging through it, the soft jingling of metallic shells ringing in the air. I haven't seen a piece like that since I ran into a group of high strung grunts near the EHS, Madame Evelynn. It looks pretty standard, but that's what an untrained eye would see. He told her, looking over his shoulder before he pulled out a box of ammunition. This should be more than plenty. I'll be generous to a pretty face. Henri winked at her playfully before rummaging through the chest again to make sure there weren't any shells that fell out or something. Though, the box did feel rather full. Mmn, oui. That gun looks customized. No doubt for yourself, an officer of higher ranked. Custom-tailored for ease of use, comfortable grip, sights zeroed in for perfect aim. And of course, another special little feature. Henri had rested back against the table once more and nodded to the woman to get her attention. Catch. He suddenly tossed an actual spending Shell to Evelynn, and once she caught it, he nodded then to her firearm. Believe it or not, you can fire actual Shells from it. I suppose in a dire situation, but... that's like wasting money. Literally. His expression turned a bit pensive though as he pursed his lips before sighing a bit in disappointment. Now though, about the rations and first aid... I'm afraid I can't part with that, even though I do want to help. Looking between them, he just gave a shrug while rubbing the back of his neck. Our guild is low on supplies, both of which you just requested. We'll make due, but just barely. Surely you understand? He asked them politely as he rested his hand upon the wooden surface on the desk. But that was when the Vagabond gently brushed against the revolver he just stole. Of course! How could he forget? His client was waiting for this item and seemed rather impatient with waiting. So a smile returned to his lips, looking to Lucia and then Evelynn. Well, perhaps if I ask one more favor of you, we might be able to let you have at least a week's worth. For both of you. He raised his eyebrows expectantly, wondering if they were ready to press their luck for more. Not to mention that despite how well outfitted they were, rations and first aid were rather important...