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Post by murazar on Apr 7, 2010 22:27:23 GMT -7
Murazar was currently in a bar sitting in the corner with a cognac bottle, dated pretty good too. He had his glass halfway full and was just waiting for Mcknight to show up. At the moment he figured he might as well get to know the man better.
Strangely mcknight was the one that offered it even though they both wanted to know more about each other. After all one was british ex spec ops while the other was ex US intelligence/professional long term assassin. Which made them two sides of the same coin.
So he had ordered a entire bottle for himself or if mcknight wanted some he could have it too. He had a extra glass anyway on the table to make any, but the most rude show up. Which a few had, but he had quickly and ruthlessly quashed their voiced opinions.
He kept a neutral, yet tired look on his face as he scanned the entire area with his eyes and ears. He did so subtley, but not so subtley enough that someone used to avoiding those eyes would notice them. If mcknight didn't notice him right away he would shortly.
He sipped his cognac gently swirling the glass. He was dressed in his suit and had a overcoat hiding his pistol, knife, and a grenade. His steel mask with the companies title hung off his belt loop. No one, but mcknight knew at this place who he was. He also had conventional bulletproof armor that was upgrade to handle small explosives. He had started to wear it lately as his paranoia seemed to have grown with the exhaustion. He was after all far more public a figure even if a hidden one to most people.
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Post by Cross McKnight on Apr 8, 2010 9:37:59 GMT -7
Cross dressed in mostly dark clothes to avoid being noticed on the job. He wasn’t on job tonight but he still dressed that way just in case. Never knew when he would be called out to go after someone. He had on a long trench coat that concealed his pistol, a belt of throwing knives and the arm bracers that had a hidden blade in them for close quarters combat should the need arise. Taking the time to tie back his hair in a ponytail, he headed to the local bar.
Cross flashed his ID to the bouncer as he walked into the bar. Sure he looked old enough to be there but it was a habit that was hard to break. Better safe that sorry, he always said. Ok maybe not always but who was counting? Tonight was about getting to know people. Well one person at least. That person was his boss and a fellow assassin – Murazar, better known as La Valupe or The Fox. Cross was meeting him here after he had suggested that they get a drink together sometime. He’d hardly expected his boss to take him up on the offer so he was surprised when he actually accepted.
Scanning over the crowd, Cross spotted his boss sitting at a table by himself. He approached the table he was sitting at. ”Have to say I didn’t think you’d take me up on my offer,” he said. Sure the two had both worked as assassins with different military groups – hell they probably had even worked together at one point but didn’t remember it – but there was still a lot that they could learn from each other.
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Post by murazar on Apr 8, 2010 17:12:38 GMT -7
He grinned kicking the other chair out just enough so cross could sit down. He spoke before taking a sip with a grin on his face, his grin was half heartidly there. Half because halfway he was happyish, the other half because of the enviroment. He preferred more classy enviroments with a destructive enviroment of his making.
"Take a seat and pick up a drink. Plus why wouldn't I want to talk to my employee? I like to have friends I can trust to do their job or watch my back rather than workers who I can't trust at all. " Trust and Loyalty. Those were the companies top traits needed in the people. He trusted and was loyal to his people individually up until the point he found they betrayed him. Then they died.
He had killed friends before so it was nothing new to him. All you really had to do was get it in your head who they were now and not then. Leave the past behind when those things happened and you survived. He asked politely, yet fairly cheerful." Want the cognac I have here or something else? I'm buying anyway." He tapped the bottle to make the impression of the cognac, the date on the bottle was dated back to the revolutionary war of america. The seventeen hundreds.
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Post by Cross McKnight on Apr 19, 2010 1:33:01 GMT -7
Cross took the chair that The Fox kicked out for him. "Take a seat and pick up a drink. Plus why wouldn't I want to talk to my employee? I like to have friends I can trust to do their job or watch my back rather than workers who I can't trust at all." he asked. Cross smiled. ”It’s been my experience since I got turned that some vampires don’t like hanging around with wolves,” he replied. But it was true. One could never have too many friends or buddies in an organization like they were in.
Fox tapped the bottle on the table. "Want the cognac I have here or something else? I'm buying anyway." he asked. ”I’m not picky at all,” Cross replied. He picked up the glass and started to pour himself a glass. Then he noticed the date on the bottle. Seventeen hundreds. ”Have to say I haven’t seen a bottle of alcohol this old before,” he said, placing the bottle back on the table once he had poured the glass. The earliest years he had seen were only like twenty or so years back. But then his friends back then had been cheap ass bastards and he had found out later on that they were two-faced pricks as well after he’d lost his humanity. Shaking off those memories, he continued. ”Good year though,” he added.
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Post by murazar on Apr 19, 2010 15:00:03 GMT -7
Murazar grinned wickedly, he figured he might as well talk about his past a bit it'd be a good subject for him to touch on as a sign of trust. "Too true, I manage to always get the good stuff. Good year, year of my countries freedom." He spoke with the Italian native accent, obviously his statement, accent, and being where he was country-wise comfortably made no sense or correlation what-so-ever to a outsider of his life.
"Good, thing my companies not about tolerance or patience. Its about acceptance of the facts and life. You accept them and move on, tolerance and patience are limited as where-in acceptance is not. Thats why i'm in charge. Too damn old to have any tolerance and patience anymore." A modest understatement, but he gruffly said so simply because he was a old man. Although, not so old to have been from seventeen hundreds.
Now to show trust and see just how sharp this kid is, maybe we can test combat talents in a half a hour or later. Always good to work on the combat skills at random intervals. Keeps me sharp anyway. Plus how's he gonna react if I start a barfight? Enjoy the fight? Just go dead calm? Or freak out and go crazy? Nothing like testing every single person you meet to see their personality as fast as possible.
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Post by Cross McKnight on Apr 19, 2010 17:00:02 GMT -7
"Too true, I manage to always get the good stuff. Good year, year of my country’s freedom." the director said. Cross looked at him with an eyebrow raised. ”America?” he asked. ”You so sound like your from Italy.” Maybe he was off on the whole idea. It was entirely possible that Cross’ boss was born American but of Italian decent. Either way he wasn’t going to push it.
"Good thing my companies not about tolerance or patience. It’s about acceptance of the facts and life. You accept them and move on; tolerance and patience are limited as where-in acceptance is not. That’s why I’m in charge. Too damn old to have any tolerance and patience anymore." Fox continued. ”Well, you have to be older than me at least,” Cross replied. He knocked back the rest of his drink before pouring another. Not like he’d get drunk easily anyway. ”Course then again even Chemical’s older than me.” He was, of course, talking about Kai. He had to be like the youngest one there…well the youngest one that wasn’t human anyway.
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Post by murazar on Apr 19, 2010 17:56:51 GMT -7
Murazar chuckled and answered fairly mysteriously, "I was born twenty or so years before the whole vampires and werewolves come out of the wetwork thing happened two hundred years or so give or take a few decades." He grinned, effectively he was a living fossil that could kill you faster than a pack of T-rex's could.
He took a sip of the cognac, he did a mental checklist of his gear again and the surrounding people and enviroment. His eyes didn't miss much and the ears missed less. He asked with a quizzical look on his face. " How young are you exactly again? I know your no kid, but I need to know in the reference of what training you've done from the new school that relies on tech these days. "
Every decade or so the training or so changed with the tech and became even more technology dependent. Of course they learned survival techniques and stuff, but they normally didn't use them. Plus you knew better than any training by experiencing it. His experience was almost a training better than any military could come up with.
He was part of the old school for starters, he was almost like a combination of the old days rambo and jason bourne. Too bad the real legends back then he didn't compare to. Only on the scale of them being human and he was a vampire. Even though he had done crazier stuff he had survived before only on being a vampire and superior medical technology these days. He wished he could make more of a legend than simply a assassin who if he wanted you dead you died and if you tried to kill him you failed and died.
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Post by Cross McKnight on Apr 19, 2010 18:17:36 GMT -7
"I was born twenty or so years before the whole vampires and werewolves come out of the wet work thing happened two hundred years or so give or take a few decades." Fox said. Cross wasn’t about to say that he had figured that one. That grin alone said he could rip him apart faster than anything he could imagine.
"How young are you exactly again? I know your no kid, but I need to know in the reference of what training you've done from the new school that relies on tech these days." he asked. ”I just turned eighty a couple months ago,” Cross confessed. He didn’t know how much that affected his training but he was sure that the director knew a hell of a lot more than he did. ”So I guess I’m more reliant on technology than say you would be,” he added. Not something he liked to admit but what could you do if that’s all you knew? You had to do your job with the training you had or risk failing your mission and possibly losing your life in the process.
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Post by murazar on Apr 19, 2010 18:30:23 GMT -7
Murazar nodded taking the note in his head for account, he had apparently enough experience to know that technology wasn't the all bets down winner of anything, anywhere, anytime. Alot of the times, a well trained crazy guy with a ancient pistol could do your job better than you could. Well except for old school guys like murazar, then he'd beat them to death with the cell phone and shove a laptop up the guy rear so far he'd poop from his nostrils for a week.
He grinned as if he knew something he didn't, which could literally be anything." Well, if you want I could always teach you a thing or two from the old school. My school relied on yourself and a knife at most. Which is good because there's alot of creative things a knife could do to more than just a person..."
He left that trailling off as he looked briefly at a cute girl walk to the bar and get slapped on the ass. Now that didn't make him happy at all, so before someone could blink he chunked a chair next to him crashing into the guys face. Murazar was already back to talking to cross it almost seemed it was magic and nothing had happened, except for the guy bleeding profusely from the face and his nose was broken.
The guy got angry and started yelling about before his friends calmed him down and sat him back down. Murazar only grinned, that insane grin of his. "Anyway, feel free to ask questions. I won't bite you know...Much." He added the last word as a joke, biting a werewolf was a bad idea for vampires. Accidents happened too frequently and they'd both die from it.
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Post by Cross McKnight on Apr 19, 2010 19:53:35 GMT -7
The Fox nodded at the information Cross gave him. "Well, if you want I could always teach you a thing or two from the old school. My school relied on yourself and a knife at most. Which is good because there's a lot of creative things a knife could do to more than just a person..." the director said. He grinned as if he knew something that Cross didn’t, which was entirely possible given the age difference. ”Might take you up on that offer someday,” Cross replied, sipping on the cognac in his glass. Couldn’t hurt anything to learn something new.
He glanced over as a girl walked to the bar and got her ass slapped. Next thing he saw was a chair impacting the guy’s face. He inwardly cringed at the sight. Being the guy was human, that had to hurt. The director was already back to talking to him before the guy even knew what had happened. Except that the guy was bleeding horribly and had a broken nose that is. He got angry and started to cause a scene before his buddies managed to calm him down.
Cross smirked at the idiots. He was never going to figure out what had just happened. "Anyway, feel free to ask questions. I won't bite you know...Much." Fox replied. That last part was obviously a joke considering the bite would kill the both of them. Werewolf blood was toxic to vampires and vampire bites were deadly to werewolves. ”If I have a question, I’ll surely ask you,” he said. ”I’m crazy but fearless.” He had to be for the stupid shit that he pulled.
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Post by murazar on Apr 25, 2010 17:03:19 GMT -7
Murazar laughed for a moment before downing the rest of the cognac he had and poured himself some more. He checked the bottle, it was nearing the empty side since both of them were drinking it. He made eye contact with the same cute girl who was a waitress that got her butt slapped and motioned her to come over.
When she came over he asked her politely, calmly, and somewhat charmingly." Me and my friend here are wondering if a pretty young woman like yourself wouldn't mind getting another glass of this year of cognac."
He gave her a polite and friendly smile accompanied with holding the cognac in her hand while holding her hand gently so she could see it. She blushed and stuttered for a moment before reading the year off and saying she would go get it for them right away.
He set the bottle back down and grinned at cross before saying. "Well shes a nice young girl, maybe twenty if that. Just for kicks you know i'm going to throw her your way." He laughed for a moment, he easily had gotten the girl ready to go for him. Although, he didn't really care at the moment. Mainly the reason he could do that was experience and being very good with words. Along with knowing just what to do.
The same drunk who had groped the young lady snorted and commented on murazar and cross along with the young ladies being a number of things that was unseemly. Some of them even impossible under any circumstances. Murazars hand seemed to find a spoon near them and it almost vanished with his hand remaining almost where it was before.
The spoon shattered the glass of beer the man had. He being drunk didn't realize it drank out of it before cutting his face open with the broken glass. He glared at murazar and cross before trying to tend to himself as his friends helped him.
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