Mission #33 - Burning Jacob's Ladder [Blab/Crem]
Sept 24, 2016 6:59:52 GMT -5
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Post by cremuex on Sept 24, 2016 6:59:52 GMT -5
The blonde simply beamed with happiness at receiving a compliment from her stoic, grumpy partner in ... law? Defense? Whatever this job fell under. As much as stuffing him in a crate and leaving him be would be practical, the realisation that he wouldn't be able to get out by himself when the charges went off dawned on her. It would be the same as killing a person, something she morally objected to even if they were a self-important rude creep. She just didn't have the power to choose whether someone should live or die.
Cremuex gave a nod as she gathered the evidence and opened up the secret compartment of the brief case. This was probably the best chance she'd get to take out the gear that she'd need for the rest of their under cover operation. The dial's that she had tucked away were that of fire- the same that Nadya carried, even if she wasn't aware that they had a dial or carried it with them. She also had a water and chilly dial- which used individually weren't very useful, but used in conjunction had their own little perks for someone with the mind to use them. She also carried a breathe dial. Of course, it couldn't be used for fighting, but in these dusty mines would probably be useful if they ever got trapped in a cavern somewhere because of the explosion. She hoped to high heavens that such a thing wouldn't happen, but it was always best to have a few back up plans for safety all the same. The final and probably most impressive of her dials was the Axe dial. From the sheer jet of pressure that it released it was capable of felling tree's, as could be gathered from it's rather fitting name, there was also no reason why it couldn't serve a practical purpose as a weapon if it were ever needed. Cremuex took out her fishing net too, wrapping it around her waist and using the clips on the back of her dials to hold the netting in place. With the paper work safely sealed away in the hidden compartment, the money covering returned to it's place and the lid closing down with a snap as she locked it, she gave Nadya a resolute nod.
"Hey, Nad, do you reckon we should lock this?" It would be pretty shoddy of them to leave someone gag tied in their own office without at least trying to prevent someone stumbling in on it. The more militaristic of the two gave her sound logic as why they weren't going to- namely, that it would arouse more suspicion if something was out of place, and him leaving his office unlocked when they found it meant that it should stay that way when they left it, almost like they were never there besides the unconscious big headed man that was now drooling on quality rope.
When they past the first duo of men that were moving a crate together she wasn't entirely sure how she would react. An awkward smile on her face before closing her eyes and re-opening them in a false bravado of confidence as she gave them an approving nod of her head. If anything, she should act the part of a prospective buyer, which meant simply that she should hold herself at some distance from the workers that should have been beneath her. The look that Nadya had given all that crossed their path told them loud and clear to keep moving if they didn't want any trouble, and not a single one of the workers had any want of trouble from her.
When the topic of defending herself arouse she became quite sheepish. 'Dan' was only the second person she'd ever thrown a successful punch at and that wasn't even how she'd intended things to have gone down since her fist missed him.
"I- I don't do guns, if that's what you're talking about." She waved her hands in front of her as if refusing any weapons that Nad might be offering her, the briefcase and shopping bags full of clothes really should have been left back at Nad's quarters. "But I do have my dials!" She tried to keep her voice down but it still carried a hint of enthusiasm. Dials were a part of Sky-culture after all, and it was something the two should have shared.
"Flame and Axe can be used offensively if we get into any trouble, but that doesn't offer any protection against long ranged projectiles like bullets." Defensively they were quite screwed, and in such small corridors there wasn't much room to dodge. "I would prefer to not have to use them though. Just get the job done and get out of here with no hiccups would be how I'd like things to go."
It didn't surprise her that people that didn't like to use weapons existed. It would surprise her more if they didn't exist, what a twisted world that would make, what really got her attention however was the name 'basket'. It was too much of a coincidence that she'd mentioned his philosophy on weapons and then a name so close to the last name of her sniper/photographer travel buddy.
"Basqait? Like, Zenit Basqait or are we talking a different Basqait?" She looked over to her companion,touching her arm and pointing at a part in the wall just a few meters ahead of a support beam to indicate to the other sky-person where to leave a discharge before putting down her shopping and getting out her watch.
"You know, bald head? She pointed at the top of her own dome, "Black eyes, wears goggles," she pointed to her own baby blue's, "kind of a dweeb but like, in a super cute way? Like you just wanna hug the blubbering mess even if he is a jerk that deserves to get his face kicked in- but he's pathetic so it's endearing somehow?" She wasn't entirely sure how to explain how young Zenit Basqait made her feel but this was probably the most honest she'd been about his more vulnerable traits; She could never say such things to Zenit himself. He'd be heartbroken if she was ever to call him 'pathetic' or a 'dweeb'.
Once Nadya confirmed that it was indeed the same person she couldn't help but blink slowly before asking how the two knew each other. It really was such a small world that they had a mutual acquaintance, even more so since they'd only been at Athens for the last few days, their trip prolonged because of the cooking tournament and subsequent undercover mission that she hadn't even told Zen about. In honesty, she thought that her bald companion disliked the Navy, or at least, wasn't on the best of terms with them with how much he avoided them.
Cremuex gave a nod as she gathered the evidence and opened up the secret compartment of the brief case. This was probably the best chance she'd get to take out the gear that she'd need for the rest of their under cover operation. The dial's that she had tucked away were that of fire- the same that Nadya carried, even if she wasn't aware that they had a dial or carried it with them. She also had a water and chilly dial- which used individually weren't very useful, but used in conjunction had their own little perks for someone with the mind to use them. She also carried a breathe dial. Of course, it couldn't be used for fighting, but in these dusty mines would probably be useful if they ever got trapped in a cavern somewhere because of the explosion. She hoped to high heavens that such a thing wouldn't happen, but it was always best to have a few back up plans for safety all the same. The final and probably most impressive of her dials was the Axe dial. From the sheer jet of pressure that it released it was capable of felling tree's, as could be gathered from it's rather fitting name, there was also no reason why it couldn't serve a practical purpose as a weapon if it were ever needed. Cremuex took out her fishing net too, wrapping it around her waist and using the clips on the back of her dials to hold the netting in place. With the paper work safely sealed away in the hidden compartment, the money covering returned to it's place and the lid closing down with a snap as she locked it, she gave Nadya a resolute nod.
"Hey, Nad, do you reckon we should lock this?" It would be pretty shoddy of them to leave someone gag tied in their own office without at least trying to prevent someone stumbling in on it. The more militaristic of the two gave her sound logic as why they weren't going to- namely, that it would arouse more suspicion if something was out of place, and him leaving his office unlocked when they found it meant that it should stay that way when they left it, almost like they were never there besides the unconscious big headed man that was now drooling on quality rope.
When they past the first duo of men that were moving a crate together she wasn't entirely sure how she would react. An awkward smile on her face before closing her eyes and re-opening them in a false bravado of confidence as she gave them an approving nod of her head. If anything, she should act the part of a prospective buyer, which meant simply that she should hold herself at some distance from the workers that should have been beneath her. The look that Nadya had given all that crossed their path told them loud and clear to keep moving if they didn't want any trouble, and not a single one of the workers had any want of trouble from her.
When the topic of defending herself arouse she became quite sheepish. 'Dan' was only the second person she'd ever thrown a successful punch at and that wasn't even how she'd intended things to have gone down since her fist missed him.
"I- I don't do guns, if that's what you're talking about." She waved her hands in front of her as if refusing any weapons that Nad might be offering her, the briefcase and shopping bags full of clothes really should have been left back at Nad's quarters. "But I do have my dials!" She tried to keep her voice down but it still carried a hint of enthusiasm. Dials were a part of Sky-culture after all, and it was something the two should have shared.
"Flame and Axe can be used offensively if we get into any trouble, but that doesn't offer any protection against long ranged projectiles like bullets." Defensively they were quite screwed, and in such small corridors there wasn't much room to dodge. "I would prefer to not have to use them though. Just get the job done and get out of here with no hiccups would be how I'd like things to go."
It didn't surprise her that people that didn't like to use weapons existed. It would surprise her more if they didn't exist, what a twisted world that would make, what really got her attention however was the name 'basket'. It was too much of a coincidence that she'd mentioned his philosophy on weapons and then a name so close to the last name of her sniper/photographer travel buddy.
"Basqait? Like, Zenit Basqait or are we talking a different Basqait?" She looked over to her companion,touching her arm and pointing at a part in the wall just a few meters ahead of a support beam to indicate to the other sky-person where to leave a discharge before putting down her shopping and getting out her watch.
"You know, bald head? She pointed at the top of her own dome, "Black eyes, wears goggles," she pointed to her own baby blue's, "kind of a dweeb but like, in a super cute way? Like you just wanna hug the blubbering mess even if he is a jerk that deserves to get his face kicked in- but he's pathetic so it's endearing somehow?" She wasn't entirely sure how to explain how young Zenit Basqait made her feel but this was probably the most honest she'd been about his more vulnerable traits; She could never say such things to Zenit himself. He'd be heartbroken if she was ever to call him 'pathetic' or a 'dweeb'.
Once Nadya confirmed that it was indeed the same person she couldn't help but blink slowly before asking how the two knew each other. It really was such a small world that they had a mutual acquaintance, even more so since they'd only been at Athens for the last few days, their trip prolonged because of the cooking tournament and subsequent undercover mission that she hadn't even told Zen about. In honesty, she thought that her bald companion disliked the Navy, or at least, wasn't on the best of terms with them with how much he avoided them.