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Death & Hunter - Silver - 06-22-2018
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Blood Money - Freeport One | Omega-3
Been more than a couple of years since came back here. As everything that was sold and liquidated in the company, the bar was sold to the first bidder. And that man brought a smile to Silver's face when he saw him, as usual, cleaning glasses with a rag and whistling some old Molly tune. O'Reilly, the bartender of the Blood Money, back from the days in the Armstrong, looked up and nodded to the security guards to let her through, while wearing a smirk. Silver walked towards the counter and lean on it to give a kiss to the old man. He gave a small smile and asked, without stopping cleaning glasses.
"Been a wile, boss. What's yer poison?"
Silver couldn't help to let a small laugh.
"The usual, O'Reilly. The usual." She leaned back, and looked around.
"I'll be expectin' a guest. Commie. If you have a 'sair girl to take his order, it would be mighty fine."
O'Reilly chuckled as he nodded.
"Aye, I got 'er. Git yer arse seated, I'll send down the jacko. Two glasses still?"
She turned her head back and stopped to think for a moment. It has really been a while. And a lot has changed. She looked back at O'Reilly seriously.
"One. Let the dead lie, old man."
The old bartender nodded and knelt behind the counter to grab Silver's favorite, while calling for a waiter. Silver walked to her old booth, still the same. Although it had been reupholstered. She allowed herself to fall with her back against the large seat, kicked back, laying her legs over the table while she lit up a cigarette. Waiting for a Red.
RE: Death & Hunter - Keller - 06-23-2018
The journey here was laced with doubt and caution, meeting with a third-party that possessed a storied reputation. The only comfort, however small was the fact that the meeting was on neutral ground and that 'Silver' apparently had some form of cordial attitude towards the Coalition, at least in the sense that she felt she had dues to them that were better off paid than left standing.
The dull flash of his helmet's red holo-displays would be sign enough that he'd entered the bar, though bars were on the very bottom of the list when it came to his favorite locations for holding meetings, as for the top of the list? That was anyone's guess. The optical arrays made quick work of scanning everyone within the immediate vicinity, cross-referencing them over the neural-net, highlighting Silver for ease of reference, with one glance over to the bar-tender's side of the room he'd begin approaching, taking a seat on the other end of the booth, a few people turned to look but once he returned their stares they quickly decided to focus on their own business rather than him, the guards hadn't bothered stopping him because they were told in advance someone from the Coalition would be here and the emblems on both his shoulders were a dead give-away.
"Silver." He greeted her once he'd taken his seat, for the moment she seemed to be relaxed, but he felt prepared for any sudden changes in the 'politeness' his impromptu and temporary mentor was providing him. He was certain that Xei had good reason to not want to be around Silver, needless to say he didn't plan to drop his guard for the duration of this meeting.
The dull flash of his helmet's red holo-displays would be sign enough that he'd entered the bar, though bars were on the very bottom of the list when it came to his favorite locations for holding meetings, as for the top of the list? That was anyone's guess. The optical arrays made quick work of scanning everyone within the immediate vicinity, cross-referencing them over the neural-net, highlighting Silver for ease of reference, with one glance over to the bar-tender's side of the room he'd begin approaching, taking a seat on the other end of the booth, a few people turned to look but once he returned their stares they quickly decided to focus on their own business rather than him, the guards hadn't bothered stopping him because they were told in advance someone from the Coalition would be here and the emblems on both his shoulders were a dead give-away.
"Silver." He greeted her once he'd taken his seat, for the moment she seemed to be relaxed, but he felt prepared for any sudden changes in the 'politeness' his impromptu and temporary mentor was providing him. He was certain that Xei had good reason to not want to be around Silver, needless to say he didn't plan to drop his guard for the duration of this meeting.
RE: Death & Hunter - Silver - 06-23-2018
Her eyes scanned the newcomer. No gun. No knife. No face to look at. No eyes to eat from. That wasn't right. Silver didn't liked to talk to people with metal for a face. As he approached, she took a swig from the drink she was nursing, and the movie ran in her mind. All the iterations. The dead give-away. All the bloody deaths.
"Red."
Silver replied to the greeting, rising her glass in response. She was black-clad, no symbols whatsoever, but her red hair stood out like a beacon. As well as her cleavage, and the sidearm that resting in her thigh. Silver was made out of distractions, her lips luscious enough to imagine a kiss, her bosom inviting, her weapon a warning and yet the thing that stood as the most dangerous in her were her eyes. Light-grey and dead. Locked on his helmet. Finally after some seconds of scanning him, she took another sip from her glass and put it down on the table.
"Mind takin' off that bucket? I like to see people's eyes. Eases my imagination."
RE: Death & Hunter - Keller - 06-23-2018
He tilted his head at an angle very slightly, considering her request but mostly just curious what sort of approach she was going to use in order to handle this meeting. Taking off the helmet was a big show of trust and it removed most of the advantages he felt his facade as Krsnik gave him, but with next to nothing left to lose and the people in the bar all accounted for, he straightened his head back to its previous position, reaching both hands up. This seemed to be a rather complicated procedure, requiring certain braces to be unlocked and tubes disconnected, producing a faint hissing noise as he undid the last few locks and slid the helmet up, exposing his jaw first, with a click it would come off entirely and for now he'd place it beside him on the seat, tapping it once.
"That's the biggest show of good-will and trust I can give you." He was young, early twenties, couldn't have been any older than twenty-five, despite his youth appearance-wise, his eyes seemed rather sharp, an essence of coldness in how he returned a gaze. Discipline permeated through his every other feature, clean-shaven, hair short-cropped, there were a few bruises towards the right side of his forehead but they were barely noticeable anymore having healed not long before this meeting. With the helmet offline and all the overlays and neural interfaces gone, his eyes had reverted back to their natural color, a charming shade of green. He'd obliged her and been compliant with her requests and choice of location, showing respect wherever he felt necessary, he was now just waiting to see where this would go.
"That's the biggest show of good-will and trust I can give you." He was young, early twenties, couldn't have been any older than twenty-five, despite his youth appearance-wise, his eyes seemed rather sharp, an essence of coldness in how he returned a gaze. Discipline permeated through his every other feature, clean-shaven, hair short-cropped, there were a few bruises towards the right side of his forehead but they were barely noticeable anymore having healed not long before this meeting. With the helmet offline and all the overlays and neural interfaces gone, his eyes had reverted back to their natural color, a charming shade of green. He'd obliged her and been compliant with her requests and choice of location, showing respect wherever he felt necessary, he was now just waiting to see where this would go.
RE: Death & Hunter - Silver - 06-23-2018
While he was removing his helmet, in a obviously very complicated fashion, she couldn't help to rise an eyebrow at the display. However what peaked her interest was his eyes. They shifted color for a second there. A small grin was shown as he finished it and stated that it was the biggest show of good will and trust he could give.
"Nice eyes, kiddo."
She replied, taking another sip from the glass. Making a content sound as the precious liquid burned her throat, she nodded towards the bottle in an invitation manner, implying if he wanted some. A negative nod was the answer. Silver shrugged ever so slightly and went into business mode. A part of her that really never disappeared.
"Aigh't. Wadda ya want, bub?"
RE: Death & Hunter - Keller - 06-23-2018
They'd come to the crux of why he asked her for this meeting, he was somewhat glad that this would be quick, he didn't like being this exposed for too long, it just felt alien after having become so used to simply being known and recognized as Krsnik, always hidden behind his equipment and that 'bucket'. The times he took the helmet off felt alien to him, as well as risky, the only time he truly felt comfortable being without it would be within his personal quarters on Jiang-Xi, where he knew nobody would bother disturbing him, at least not directly.
"How do you operate? What do you feel are your most distinct techniques or methods when you handle a situation?" For the moment he didn't seem to be paying any attention to the booze, he didn't seem to be the kind to want to drink and may just be one of those people that simply didn't like alcohol or never developed a taste for it. He seemed equally uninterested in her 'cleavage', his eyes never wandered from her face, only occasionally glancing downwards if her hands moved, more out of habit than by choice as his mind felt they were sudden movements on occasion. Evidently the Coalition was good at making it impossible for their assets to ever be able to truly relax.
"How do you operate? What do you feel are your most distinct techniques or methods when you handle a situation?" For the moment he didn't seem to be paying any attention to the booze, he didn't seem to be the kind to want to drink and may just be one of those people that simply didn't like alcohol or never developed a taste for it. He seemed equally uninterested in her 'cleavage', his eyes never wandered from her face, only occasionally glancing downwards if her hands moved, more out of habit than by choice as his mind felt they were sudden movements on occasion. Evidently the Coalition was good at making it impossible for their assets to ever be able to truly relax.
RE: Death & Hunter - Silver - 06-23-2018
Her hand grabbed the cigarette pack and with a deft move, one popped up that she promptly held with her lips, all the while hearing Krsnik. However when he finished, she stood there, lighter expending its flame and she looking to the void, trying to comprehend what he just asked. Slowly turning her head, she looked at Krsnik, like he just said something really stupid.
"Wait."
Her cigarette dropped to her lap. And a couple of seconds passed, as she tried to assemble a proper response. People still trickled into and out of the bar, O'Reilly kept pouring booze, a fly was swatted by one of the bartenders. Life went on, while her mind was stuck.
"You wanna know how I kill? How I act?.."
Her hand grabbed the cigarette from her lap, and she finally lit it up. Exhaling the smoke, she turned again to talk to the man in at her side. Her nose didn't twitched. Yet. He was akin to a singularity. Silver seen her share. The Reavers were built on those. And as all singularities, there is always one thing to keep in mind. They are dangerous.
"You right in the head, bubba?"
RE: Death & Hunter - Keller - 06-23-2018
He smiled to her, but it wasn't exactly a friendly or comforting smile, more so one that cracked into existence out of the realization that perhaps he wasn't so right in the head after all. Considering what he did on a day-to-day basis, he concluded it was more than likely that he had developed some sort of psychological condition, whether one or multiple wasn't clear to him and perhaps this was owed almost entirely to just how it was that the Commissariat kept him 'in shape'.
"You and I exist for one simple purpose. Our lives are a series of targets, names on a list. Neither you nor me are docile creatures that are 'right in our minds', Silver. We're predators that live for the thrill of combat in the void, dancing between fire and ruin. So.. killer to killer, what is it that makes you so effective?" Talking about combat caused his system to instinctively race, adrenaline coursing through his blood-stream, his eyes only seemed to sharpen as he worked through every word, his surroundings becoming clearer, more obvious, no motion eluding him and no sound going amiss. Yet he was perfectly still, stoic like a country-side lake untouched by the wind.
"You and I exist for one simple purpose. Our lives are a series of targets, names on a list. Neither you nor me are docile creatures that are 'right in our minds', Silver. We're predators that live for the thrill of combat in the void, dancing between fire and ruin. So.. killer to killer, what is it that makes you so effective?" Talking about combat caused his system to instinctively race, adrenaline coursing through his blood-stream, his eyes only seemed to sharpen as he worked through every word, his surroundings becoming clearer, more obvious, no motion eluding him and no sound going amiss. Yet he was perfectly still, stoic like a country-side lake untouched by the wind.
RE: Death & Hunter - Silver - 06-25-2018
Listening to Krsnik, her mouth formed a grin. The whisky glass rose up to her mouth again, trying to contain the incoming laugh, and what would come afterwards. When he finished, the glass touched the table once again, this time empty. And then she just started chuckling in an ever rising crescendo.
"I'm sorry."
Was the only sentence she could produce between laughs. Tears of laughter started to flow, and she raised a hand, wheezing and clearing out her tears with her other hand.
"Sorry 'bout that.. Woooweee. You're a funny guy."
She rose her glass to a waitress, and she came. Corsair by looks and the certainty of it came with her speech. She asked Krsnik if he wanted something, while Silver kept cleaning her teary eyes, and chuckling.
RE: Death & Hunter - Keller - 06-25-2018
She was amused, clearly visible in her near-hysterical laughter, why was she laughing? He wasn't quite sure if that was something he knew the answer to, but he wasn't going to allow it to bother him for the moment. Though the 'Cretan waitress' got under his skin a little, it wouldn't have been as bad an annoyance had she been a man and an actual servant of the Corsair Empire, had that been the case a murder would have been committed by now.
"I'm fine, thank you." He mentioned to the waitress, glancing at her just once with a neutral expression, it hadn't changed much throughout the course of the meeting. From his seat, he could notice at least two other waitresses who were free and closer to their booth to handle any orders, leading him to assume that the Cretan was Silver's doing and an attempt to play a prank on him, if nothing else. Had he known this to begin with he might have put on a show for some level of amusement.
"Were you expecting a reaction?" He had to admit, he was mildly amused she'd tried to take a jab at him with her choice in waitresses, but letting a meeting descend into mere pettiness wasn't among his plans for the day.
"I'm fine, thank you." He mentioned to the waitress, glancing at her just once with a neutral expression, it hadn't changed much throughout the course of the meeting. From his seat, he could notice at least two other waitresses who were free and closer to their booth to handle any orders, leading him to assume that the Cretan was Silver's doing and an attempt to play a prank on him, if nothing else. Had he known this to begin with he might have put on a show for some level of amusement.
"Were you expecting a reaction?" He had to admit, he was mildly amused she'd tried to take a jab at him with her choice in waitresses, but letting a meeting descend into mere pettiness wasn't among his plans for the day.