Silver finished pouring her drink, and slid the open bottle towards Krsnik, and sipping the godlike beverage. She kept nursing it, hearing Krsnik monologue. In the end, she sighed, partly to what she heard and partly because that was some very good whisky.
"I said who, bub. Not what, how, when, why and where."
Smoke lazily ran towards the ceiling, Silver looking at him, with a dead serious look in her eyes. And her nose twitched.
"Whoever it was told you not to tell, innit? Color me curious now, bub. And don't dally around with pretty words. I want a name."
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
This was going to take more subtlety to work around, he was going to have to be honest with her, but to a degree where he could control just how much information she'd actually receive. Though he remained genuinely unsure just how much of what Xei had told him was true.
"They wouldn't say, I refused to give them a name and a face, they made it clear they wouldn't do the same, Silver." He didn't bother wasting time with an actual explanation this time around, just giving her the cold-hard fact, Xei had in fact refused to give him her name, or reveal anything else about herself, citing that it was just a reciprocation of his own secrecy and nothing else.
He didn't break eye contact, going so far as to shrug off her statement from before about how he'd been asked to not reveal their name. What did they say to you? To add a little more substance to his claims, he feigned not knowing what she'd been told by this stranger, wanting to hear the exact words for himself because he couldn't be sure of what Xei had merely been feeding him.
"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."
Her sigh was of disappointment. Her eyes silently looked at her glass, and after a few solemn seconds, she finished it and got up. Looking down at Krsnik, Silver finally spoke.
"Any last words, bub?"
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
He genuinely thought for a moment, looking away before looking back at her, that calmness hadn't left his countenance just yet, the hint of an imminent end to his life didn't seem to conjure a fear, perhaps he didn't feel alive or maybe he just didn't consider himself someone worthy of the monumental gift that existence truly was if utilized to its fullest.
"How did you do it?" His words were off-topic, but it was clear that he was asking her about how she'd faked the waitress' death through the use of a clever hologram, it still eluded him how in the span of mere seconds that the entire room had gone out of order and then back into its default form, almost as if art were at play.
Even if she did know he was lying to her through his teeth, albeit with fearlessness, he was certain that she was at the very least smart enough to know that trying to kill him would only remove her hope of getting the answer she seemed to want. "If you could tell me that and the name of the waitress you pretended to pop the skull of, I would be grateful. If this is the end of our meeting, I have parting tokens for you."
He was prepared for this eventuality, Xei had warned him that if he came here then he was facing a lot of risky unknowns, despite the lack of any visible emotion in either of them, the air felt tense, but the room was set how he wanted it to be.
"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."
She rose her hand, once again, like a gun and aimed at Krsnik's head. Suddenly she aimed at the ground in front of her. And a hole the size of a grape was produced. Just like that. Silently. Deadly. And very much true as the smoke that rose up from it managed to get into his nostrils.
"Pop goes the floor. And pop goes the weasel?"
Silver asked with a grin, driving the point home. The bar kept running like it was a normal occurrence. After all, it wasn't the first time someone died in there. And it probably it wouldn't be the last. O'Reilly grabbed the mop and bucket and exited the counter, already waiting for the expected finale.
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
Rather carefully and in her full view, he placed both his hands on the table, leaning forward a little to try and emphasize what he was going to say, if she'd taught him anything, it was that paying attention to individual details and reading a situation was akin to an art. "You want a name, a name you persist that I know of despite very well crafted lies that even some veteran torturers would fall for. If you're so desperate, Silver. I'll even give you my communicator, then you can punch in the last frequency it received a signal from. But I think we both know the question you keep asserting is one that you've always known the answer to."
He remained in his current position, seated, calm and stoic, glancing behind him for a short moment before looking back at her, taking note of the room more clearly, focusing on several objects in particular, he recognized the material, it would suffice for blocking a single direct shot and serve as a shield or battering ram if necessary.
"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."
Readjusting the reticle of his sights to be in between Krsnik's eyes, Dai had shifted from the position of which he had fired into the ground. The silenced XV-15 firm in his grip, he aligned the weapon from the ground to the Assassins head waiting for Silver's signal to fire once more.
Dai had entered the Bar long before Silver had arrived, being familiar with the locale from the past he had taken the back door behind the counter to head to a catwalk which hovered in darkness above the establishment itself. He was clad all in black, his eyes the only part of his body not fully covered to blend into the shadows around him, even they however were painted around with black. The shift to his new position had taken time, his movements needed to be subtle, silence around his entire walk since the change of booths below him.
His breathing slowed, the sway in the barrel of the weapon stilled as he laid it on the back of his hand which rested on the handrail of the catwalk. Now it was time to wait, to see how the agent would exit the Bar, on his feet or in a bag.
"Weird. I thought I asked you for a name. Maybe it's my ol' age. Them wrinkles are starting to show, the girls are getting a wee bit sagged. A little tuck here and there will help, ye?"
Silver grabbed her own boobs and squished softly, asking Krsnik. And sat with a smirk, grabbing the bottle and pouring a bit on both glasses.
"Grab your commie comm, and forward me the good stuff. Ain't desperate though, but I am curious."
She sat again, sipping the whisky, and placed her feet up, without a care in the world. Her eyes traveled from Krsnik to the corsair bartender.O'Reilly yawned and got back to the counter, calling on one of the other waitresses.
"I think her lip just quivered from this. She has a mighty want 'bout you. Dunno her name by the way. Just random number thirty thousand and two 'sair for me."
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop
His eyes narrowed for a moment, wanting to take a sharper view of the lights around him. "I tend to admire older woman and I personally respect those that don't bother trying to modify their appearances, but each to their own vanities."
He put a hand over his wrist, as if massaging it because he felt his hand was sore, he must have hurt it from losing his temper earlier. "A woman calling another woman a number, I've heard of males being capable of demeaning the other gender, but to hear a woman do so is rather.. uncommon. You want something, I have it. No amount of tricks and threats is going to force me to give it to you. And judging by the smell and trajectory of the hole in the floor, have your friend with the electro-impulse rifle take a walk, or the next few seconds are going to be entertaining for you and me both. I've called your buff, you can feel free to do so with me, but I have a reputation among the people that know me. I don't bluff." He gave her a very faint and forced smile, leaning back, one hand resting on the booth, the other on his knee and under the table.
"Knowing Humanity - We will be duty, bloody and unavoidable."
"The smell, the size, the hole. A wee bit more, bub, and I would take you for a bender. And for the bluff.."
Her lips turned upwards, but that smile was anything but friendly. It was dry. Like a Machiavelli prince had just decided that the evilest path was the least consuming.
"Git out, bucket head. Before you get a new breathin' hole through your face. As in, you get up, you grab yer i'm a bad mask and get the eff off my lawn."
A slight pressure was felt from under his seat. And a small mechanical noise at the same time the distinct sound of the energy coils inside a handgun being turned on under the table.
"And tell your commie girlfriend that if I get another message from her, I will burn her face out."
[8:32:45 PM] Dusty Lens: Oh no, let me get that. Hello? Oh it's my grandma. She says to be roleplay.
[12:12:00] Traxit: this is smut stop