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There's Big Guys... and Then There's Bigger Guys...
Post by Stephen Leland on Feb 8, 2014 17:20:45 GMT
This boy was nervous around him. Most people would not be able to tell- he was playing it off quite well- but the ever so slight twitch of his hand gave him away. This kid probably was only talking to get information out of him so he could blackmail him later on. As expected of course; every beggar on these streets are always trying to get something out of everyone. So long as this boy was afraid of him, Stephen had the upper hand.
Stephen smirked and leaned forward, resting his elbows in the table and clasping his hands under his chin. "You certainly like to ask questions, scarfs." He had heard the name Danny bellowed outside of the brothel just before the kid fell through the roof. It might not be his name but he would find out by the boys reaction to it. For now, he would keep the name a secret for later. "I do not feel very inclined to tell you my name or as to why I am missing an eye. But, maybe if you answered one of my questions, I would answer one more of yours." This boy was playing a dangerous game. Stephen wanted him to grasp just how bad the situation was. It is not good for a boy such as himself to scamper off after murderers. This test he was about to give him would hopefully discourage such actions in the future.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Feb 8, 2014 21:24:45 GMT
"Well, fellah, ya ever 'ear the phrase 'knowledge is power'? Well, tha's about all I got down 'ere." He stretched his arms over his head. Thank the heavens on high his goggles hid his eyes. The killer couldn't see just how scared he was. "Far as questions? Well, I s'pose fair's fair. Question fer question, answer fer answer?" Danny leaned forward and tugged his scarf higher up. "'though, I gotta say, why do ya care 'bout Anders down 'ere enough to, hypothtically of course, get revenge fer em? You a black blood?"
Post by Stephen Leland on Feb 9, 2014 17:06:13 GMT
"My question, remember?" Stephen smiled lightly and leaned even closer, his voice dropping just barely bellow a murmur "What would you do if I told you I was ten seconds away from smashing one of my knives right between your eyes?" His yellow eye glowed menacingly at the boy in front of him. He had not intention of killing this kid. There would be no benefit from it and he really did not want anymore blood on his hands. Also, this kid had done nothing wrong. He just happened to be in the wrong place at the wrong time. "Do not even pull the 'you would not do that in front of all these people.' I have done it before" Another lie. He was on a roll today. "And really, would anyone care about the death of a little urchin like yourself?" Maybe this would send the annoying boy away. If not, this kid had more balls then he originally gave him credit for.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Feb 9, 2014 17:22:03 GMT
Danny leaned away from the man with an audible gulp. He gave a nervous laugh, before he straightened his jacket. "W-well... le'see... ya were talkin' 'bout justice an' whatnot... makes me think ya ain' a wanton murderer." Danny fidgeted in his place, gathering his steam. "An' secondly, I don' think ya'd hit me... ya know why?" Danny crossed his arms over his chest. "'cause ya ain' quick enough. Ya ain' even close ta the scariest thing I've seen... I live out in'a woods at night, with all them shadow beasts, four outta seven days. An' I can do it 'cause I'm quick. Quicker'n you'll ever be." Danny laughed, doing his drat best to sound so self certain that there was no doubt in his mind. "Ya see, ya might be good fer a human. But tha's all ya are. Jus' some scummy little bugger who ain' got no real power. Me? I gots the power ta bend reality ta my will. An' there ain' nothin' ya can do against that." Danny dusted of the sleeves of his coat.
Post by Stephen Leland on Feb 9, 2014 21:41:13 GMT
He stayed in place for a moment, staring intently at him. Finally, a small laugh escaped his lips as he leaned back, relaxing his composure once again. "You are quite the cocky one. Well, you are right about one thing." He did not specify which. This boy probably could out run him though. He said he had been climbing roofs- something that Stephen would not even attempt. He crossed his hands over his chest, showing the boy he meant no harm "So, you answered my question. As you said before, it is only fair I answer one of yours. Which would you like me to answer?" This kid had mentioned the Shadow Beasts. So this means he had actually come into contact with one of them then, something Stephen had yet to do. This spiked Stephens interest in the kid even more.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Feb 10, 2014 3:04:58 GMT
Danny rocked in his chair for a moment with a thoughtful 'hmmmmm'. "Who wanted the man dead?" Danny tugged his scarf higher into place and crossed his arms over his chest. "You don' jus' off someone like that without a bigger reason'n 'justice'. Ya were too professional 'bout the kill. I said so earlier. So, who wanted 'im dead?" Danny didn't move an inch. Show no fear... show no fear. You're in charge here. He doesn't have anything on you. Get what you can, and get out. Find a way to use it later.
Post by Stephen Leland on Feb 11, 2014 2:01:08 GMT
Stephen looked at him calculatingly, deciding how to word his answer. 'Do not blow your cover. Do not compromise the Association. Do not shed blood without reason.' Those where the rules and he had to abide by them. "...the shadows" he finally answered. This was not a lie. They were, as their mysterious leader said 'the shadows that allow the light to glow brighter'. At least that is what he was told when he joined. He had not personally met his leader yet. She was said to have mysteriously disappeared. This did not bother him all that much though. The way he saw it, the less people to order him around and snoop into his business. That had been one of the main factors as to why he had joined CAEsAL. Nobody really knew anyone in that group.
"You are only trying to get information out of me, correct? Unfortunate for you I am not as dim witted as the people you usually meet, scarf." Might as well play his cards now before the boy scampered off "Or, should I say, Danny? I do believe that was the name that large bloke outside was yelling about when you so gracefully crashed through the roof into the brothel. At least, that is what I have been told, seeing how I was not present at any brothel tonight." His yellow eye danced with amusement, eager to see the boys reaction. Messing with this kid was oddly fun for him.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Feb 12, 2014 2:24:25 GMT
"Tha's a non-answer an' ya know it. Gimme a real answer." Danny cocked his head curiously? "Danny? Nah. M'name's Michael Rowe. Not sure who Danny is, but I better let 'im know yer after him." Danny laughed into his scarf. "Yer real full'a yerself, ain'tcha? S'pose it's easy ta get a big 'ead when ya kill fer a livin'..." Danny adjusted his goggles on his face. "Now, ya gonna actually answer my question? Or ya gonna keep tryin' ta scare me?" Danny folded his arms across his chest and leaned back in as arrogant a manner as he could manage.
Post by Stephen Leland on Feb 12, 2014 3:42:22 GMT
Stephen tsked and shook his head "Come now scarfs, you are better than this! Do not throw out such an obvious cover up name such as Michael Rowe. You name probably is Danny, is it not? But, since I am a nice person, I will forget I ever heard the name." as if to accentuate the point he wiped his shoulder, as if to clean himself of the memory. "You will just be Scarfs to me. In return, I will just be Dagger to you. Fair enough?" It surprised him, but he actually genuinely liked the little guy. It was not his in his interest to scare him away anymore "I am not intentionally trying to scare you anymore Scarfs. You are an interesting fellow and I might want to seek you out later sometime- not to murder you but to have another friendly chat like this." He looked seriously at the goggled eyes of the boy "I can promise you one thing, I do not kill without reason; and I have no reason to kill you" not yet at least. He really hoped that this fact would remain true for a very long time. "I also, alas, can not tell you anymore information about myself or the 'shadows' that are my employers. And contrary to your judgment of me, I do not make my living killing others. I am actually a humble scientist, working to better the lives of others- such as yourself." Maybe telling him that would help to decrease the boys fear of him.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Feb 13, 2014 2:40:57 GMT
"Tha's a load'a bubcuss an' ya know it. Yer workin' as a killer righ' now... yeh, ya might do some good. But yer still killin'. Endin' lives. Ya don' see any problem with yer actions, do ya? Don' think about any families yer victims mighta left b'hind, don' think about what'll 'appen to em? Yeh, ya might be 'elpin' the city, but tell tha' ta a man's little girl when she's cryin' at 'is funeral." Danny had been getting more and more heated as he spoke, and slammed his hands onto the table at the end of his tirade. Danny's breath came in short pants before he straightened his coat and sat back down. He had made sure to keep his voice quiet enough to prevent eavesdroppers, at least. Danny pulled his scarf up higher. "Don' misunderstand me... if a man's a killer, then he needs ta be taken care of. But ya know what? They're dead. They ain' who I care about in the matter... don' do them no good worryin'. The family's the one who yer punishin'. 'cause dyin's the end. Dead guys don' care about nothin'..." Danny huddled further into his scarf and coat. His face wasn't visible, but the saddened disgust he felt was palpable in the air.
Post by Stephen Leland on Feb 14, 2014 1:03:11 GMT
"You think I do not know that." he responded coolly. It did not please him to be told things he already knew about this job. "Everyone I take the life of will always leave someone behind. But I will take my chances with having one little girl cry over her fathers death then 12 more girls crying over the deaths of their mothers because no one gave a rats arse to stop that man." Turning to look out the window with a tired sigh. It looked like the rain was starting to pick up. "Let us say he was not killed tonight- what options are left for him, hm? To carry on murdering helpless people? The military can only ignore him for so long, they would have to take him in at one point. And all that would be waiting for him down that path is a noose. What else is there for him? He may attack the wrong woman one day and end up with a painful knife to the throat or his gut. Another scenario that ends in his death. That or he stops murdering people, which is an improbable fact anyways; you kill once, you will kill again." He turned back to the little bother and looked straight at his goggles with a steady eye. "Each one of those options end in that mans eminent death, the death of others or a guilty criminal getting away scotch free. If he did have a child the pain of having him being publicly executed will stay with her forever because others would not let her forget it. If her father is mysteriously killed, no explanation given, she will be pitied, not scorned. But you are right, she will be effected by this. I can only hope that she is strong enough to get through." If not, then that girls name will be added to the growing list of reasons as to why he was going to suffer in hell. All this explaining was starting to give him a headache. He reached up and pinched the bridge of his nose. This was not a fun job, some days he questioned as to why he was still doing it. The answer was simple thought; he did not want his father or himself to end up at the wrong side of the knife. It was selfish but he had already lost one member of his family, even if he did not really remember her. He did not want to lose another. His gaze shifted down to watch the watered out contents of his drink swirl around in his cup. "Are you done now? Or would you like to add something else on why I can hold a candle to the devil."
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Feb 24, 2014 4:42:11 GMT
Danny straightened his scarf and tugged the brim of his hat down. He was quite for a moment as he dusted off the cuffs of his coat. "Eh, no matter. Ain' like I'm gonna stop ya or anythin'. Ya do whatcha gotta do ta live, I guess." Danny shifted his weight in his seat and stretched. "'ow much ya gettin' paid fer the bastard? Or was this'n personal?" Danny leaned closer across the table and spoke, his voice conspiratorial. "There a girly in there that's caught'cher eye? Gonna go see 'er from now on?" Danny straightened up again. "Or mebbe ya already gots a girly, an' yer really jus' gettin' paid fer yer work." Danny cleared his throat. "Ta answer yer last question, no, there ain' nothin' I'm addin' ta the comparison chart b'tween ya an' the jolly ol' Devil 'imself. My question, that I want answered, is this. Was there a girl in there that ya were tryin' ta help in particular?"
Post by Stephen Leland on Feb 24, 2014 21:32:25 GMT
This, at least, he could answer straight forward and truthfully. "No. There is no girl from there that has caught my fancy." he stated plainly. This boy seemed to want to romanticize the whole plot for some reason, which Stephen found a tad amusing. Him fancying a dolly mop and killing a possible threat to his lovers life? Not that they were terrible people but they were certainly not in his category of having a chance to be a love interest of his. Ah no, if only his actions were so valiant. "Curious about my love life, hm?" he joked, setting his drink down and leaning back in his chair.
Post by Danny Ravensdale on Feb 24, 2014 22:02:54 GMT
"Well... there goes yer 'eroic cast." Danny shrugged his shoulders and sighed. "Ta answer yer question, I'm in'erested mostly 'cause ya seem like th'type who wouldn' get no one respectable." Danny nodded his head. "M'next question, since I answered yers, is this. Wha's the rundown on yer skillset? Yer skillset bein' yer proficiencies with weapons, poisons, traps, an' the like." Danny rested both of his elbows on the table, laced his fingers together, and rested his chin in the crook of his thumbs.
Post by Stephen Leland on Feb 24, 2014 22:45:00 GMT
"I know how to make two different poisons, I can lead others into traps but I can not make them myself, and I can throw knives." That was only part of his skills. His father, being a retired military general, felt that it was absolutely necessary to teach his son every form of military warfare known to him. Every single day it was practically battle camp training in the morning. It was a blessing from god when the man was too drunk/hung over to get up and punish him with more physical training. Then man seemed to despise the fact that Stephen was not all muscles yet. Not his fault he was naturally thin. Stephen's love of science educated him in the chemical warfare side of his trade. Not that he would poison someone unless no other option. Poisons were for the lazy and not always reliable. The only sure way to make sure someone was dead was to jab a weapon right through their heart. Given all this information, though he might be better trained then a good amount of EIRAL recruits, he was far from the death machine that his father so wished to shape him into for some reason.
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