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Post by Bad Pasta on Nov 16, 2016 2:24:46 GMT
"Well, that doesn't say what would happen from minor injury," Robert said with his palms facing up and his back turned to Arch and Katsurou. He's taken a couple of steps away from the figure a couple dozen guns have their aims set on, but it's difficult to tell if it was for self-preservation or mere loss of interest.
Robert then decided to try on Katsurou's glasses. For fun.
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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Nov 16, 2016 2:33:47 GMT
"Hmm... Something to consider, at the very least." Tombstone smiled, before turning his attention to the behemoth once more. First he was threatening the head doc, in this case meaning the one in charge, not the actual head doc, and now he was threatening another one of their group. It seemed he was looking for anyone to threaten, as long as it'd get him money or information.
"Word of advice, there, buddy. Grabbing people by the collar don't do much. If you really wanna screw him up using just your hands, just grab the top of his head and twist, like opening a bottle. Not that I'm suggesting it or anything, hell nah, these guys'll probably kill you if you do, but I've seen my fair share of people on my table. If you wanted to, that'd be the way." he took the banjo off his back again, and began to pluck away idly.
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Post by ramenigma on Nov 16, 2016 5:53:59 GMT
The sound of a short clap rings out.
"Sorry to interrupt! But as much as I'd like to see whether or not our resident, uh, bruiser can actually twist someone's head off, it would be in our best interest not to have any of our participants die before the project begins. Especially one who actually read the contract."
Dr. Schrader nods, a lot more calm now that he doesn't have Robert messing with his head.
"Furthermore, need I remind you that you are in an undisclosed location far away from society. Certainly, the sound of gunfire will not carry far enough for anyone to... Oh! I'm getting ahead of myself. But let me just confirm what Mr. Shi... Was it Shizukane? What he has noted about violence."
Schrader smiles.
"Good grief, I didn't expect so much drama before you've even entered the compound but... Well, here we are!"
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Post by Bad Pasta on Nov 16, 2016 6:14:28 GMT
"Oh, we're here? Perfect, let's get started!" Robert exclaimed. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation, and started walking...
Straight into Erieanna, thanks to the glasses completely blurring his vision. They tumbled over in a mess of flesh, cloth, and sharp medical instruments.
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Post by bbladerxring on Nov 16, 2016 6:14:36 GMT
...Okay, what the hell? Now what the hell was this? The nerd boy read him like a book. But how? Was this little shit smarter than he looked? ...But then that should mean he's a genius, since he had the appearance of a nerd, and the certain... REEK of one. Which would make this revelation unsurprising.
...The talk about money made sense, anyway, but it was never Arch's intention to hurt the fucking brat unless he refused to cooperate. And he still seemed to be doing so. He was talking all of this nonsense, playing all these mindgames... hey, it was exactly like before! This piece of shit was trying to trick him!
Furious, Arch slammed the nerd down to the ground, fuming as his hands gripped the much weaker man's body.
"I ask the questions here, you bastard! Tell me about this fucking contract. And you don't get hurt. We got a deal?"
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Post by xmusicaramen on Nov 16, 2016 6:39:53 GMT
"Oh, we're here? Perfect, let's get started!" Robert exclaimed. He rubbed his hands together in anticipation, and started walking... Straight into Erieanna, thanks to the glasses completely blurring his vision. They tumbled over in a mess of flesh, cloth, and sharp medical instruments. She hadn't been paying attention, and now she paid the price for standing directly behind the strange man. Despite the roll, Erieanna managed to extricate herself from the messed up position she had ended up in due to the collision. An annoyed expression could be discerned from her face as she picked herself up, brushing her dress lightly to sweep off the dirt from it, that probably fell onto Robert on the ground. Still, she offered a hand. "My apologies for being in the way. Allow me." She speaks evenly, a regal dignity still present in her tone.
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Post by Bad Pasta on Nov 16, 2016 7:10:33 GMT
"Urgh..." Robert's head spun and his back ached from the fall. He was also seeing stars, but it's not like that made his vision any worse at this point. The glasses miraculously stayed on his face, completely intact.
When his head cleared after a few moments, though, he realized they weren't stars--they were glints from the metallic instruments that had spilled out of lab coat when he fell over. Great, now he was going to have to sterilize them all again. (Or, he considered, he could just... not.)
At this point, Robert became aware of the figure standing over him. The woman he had just knocked down, apparently. It seemed like she was extending her hand to him.
"Ah, thanks..." Robert reached up and grabbed her hand. Or at least, what he thought was her hand.
Instead, he just yanked on her hair.
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Post by inspectoralnoodle on Nov 16, 2016 8:29:41 GMT
"Shirasagi, Doctor Tailor, but don't worry yourself about my name right now, researching citrus fruits is a completely valid field of study, in case there were any doubts in your mind." Katsurou said to the good doctor before Arch put him down. (At long last, any longer and his shirt would have been torn off.)
Being on nice flat ground once again was a relief to him. As soon as the first molecule of his shoes made contact with the floor and most of him was free from the grip of Arch, Katsurou immediately began to fix his collar and fail an attempt to flatten all the new wrinkles on his shirt and vest. Now that he had won the gamble he had played, he clapped his hands together and spoke to Arch.
"Wonderful, allow me to summarize the contract in words you'll understand." he began, kneeling down to pick up the head sack that was torn off his head just moments ago.
"We are here to create an assassination plan on the greatest criminal known to the world, Jack Dawes. Whoever comes up with a murder plan that the others cannot solve will be granted 10 million dollars, split evenly among the people in a team. There will be 3 teams, two that have three people and one with four. Those people in a team will work together to create the plan which will be presented to everyone!"
Dusting off the head sack, Katsurou neatly folded it and placed it in his pocket.
"In short, kill Jack Dawes and get away without anyone knowing how you did it, you win money. Or a favor from the government, whichever you want. We all good on that, Arch?"
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Post by ramenigma on Nov 16, 2016 8:43:42 GMT
"Eh... Yes, well..." Dr. Schrader corrects. "The contract didn't specify how the teams would be split, but really the only logical way would be two of three and one of four so..."
He coughs and smiles.
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Post by blackrudone on Nov 16, 2016 8:58:05 GMT
"Heh... normal. Not so sure if I still qualify as that." Chris said, keeping a close eye on the madness everyone else was causing.
Normal... that somebody could still call him that at this point. He hadn't been able to consider himself anything close to normal for almost a decade now. After everything that happened, could he really still have maintained some of that normalcy. Or had he just become good at blending in? Probably not worth thinking too much about.
Chris accidentally dropped his file yet again at pretty much the same time that Robert managed to drop all of his medical equipment. With a disgruntled sound he crouched to pick it up.
"Guess with THESE points of references it's not that hard to appear like a decent fellow." he said, now clearly out of tolerance. He turned towards Dr. Schrader with determined steps.
"Hey, doctor. How did you decide on- What kind of selection process made you end up with... with that? If I read those papers right we're supposed to... to do something you're not able to do, despite all your resources. You really think those... dunces will be of any help? Be honest with me here."
The gestures of his hand made it obvious enough he was referring to Arch and Robert.
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Post by bbladerxring on Nov 16, 2016 12:48:47 GMT
The noblewoman, the celebrity, however you care to address the sophisticated young lady of the group, was speaking again. Her elegant voice traveled through the desert, pleasing the ears of most who were privileged to hear it.
Arch was not as enthusiastic to hear her. He buckled down to a knee, his grip on Katsurou greatly weakening. He hung his head, and his breathing started to quicken. He wanted to lash out at this woman for the heinous crime of apologizing. He knew it wasn't genuine. It never was with these people. They would only be nice to befriend you so that they could exploit you later. That was exactly what she was doing right now, and they were all too fucking stupid to see it...
He was starting to get worked up again, his anger and disturbed fantasies starting to consume him. He hadn't even realized people, or the man in front of him might notice.
Why the fuck are you TALKING so much, you spoiled little shit? Nobody gives a rat's ass what you have to say, princess. Stop fucking talking before I end you. I don't care if you're spoken to. I don't care if you did something wrong and have to apologize.
STOP. FUCKING. TALKING. The way you look, the way you speak, the way you dress, the way your act... your ENTIRE existence makes me want to...!
...Do something really stupid. In front of all these witnesses.
...And then I'll never get a chance again, will I...?
He was starting to panic. Sweat was starting to drip down his face. He was bound to have an episode, or blurt out something towards his target that would cause her to see him as a threat to her. That... wouldn't be good. She couldn't know. Until the time came... nobody could suspect a thing. He had to calm down. He had to focus on something else. For now, he had to ignore her, as best he could, as much as her breathing fresh air repulsed him.
So, he focused on Katsurou's explanation of the situation. Teams. Assassination. Apparently, it was all supposed to be very simple. It didn't sound simple to Arch. He shook his head, disapprovingly. All of this "work" and "planning" to kill one man? Was EVERYONE else so inefficient and terrible at their jobs? Did he have to do ALL the dirty work himself? They all called him stupid, but was he really the only smart man on the planet?
Arch tried to bite his lip, but decided it wasn't worth it. It wasn't a problem if he blurted out something like this.
"Why... the FUCK do we need all of this for one man?!" Arch boomed, actually kind of furious THIS is why he was forced to be in the presence of that filthy, wretched woman, (and had to suffer that ride through the desert, but whatever). He shot Katsurou a disapproving look and walked towards the doctor, his hand extended.
"Kick the door down and shoot him in the face. There. There's your assassination plan, you fucking moron." He extended it further, inches away from the doctor's chest.
"Now gimme my ten million. And for fuck's sake, get me out of here... the dirty b-" He quickly caught himself, realizing how it would have looked. "...The dirty bushes in the area are starting to get to me. I truly can't take it anymore."
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Post by gemellidreamer on Nov 16, 2016 22:41:23 GMT
"Those who come across as the most eccentric... Better not underestimate them..." Lise said, deciding to voice her thoughts. It wasn't like she was putting much stock into the idea that maybe the others were only pretending to be silly and goofy, but she preferred not to rule out the possibility entirely. What better way to hide how dangerous you are than by playing the part of the fool? It was a strategy that she had seen others use brilliantly, though if this WAS an act, then it was the most convincing act ever. Still, there was a bright side to all of this. As hard as it was to believe it, this WAS supposed to be a group of the very best. That meant that everyone had to consider everyone else equally dangerous, and it meant that she wasn't the only one with a reputation that would cause people to team up against her. ... Not that it would be good to deliberately antagonize anyone this early on, before they even knew who their teammates were supposed to be.
She made sure to take note as more people introduced themselves and talked to potential allies, or did completely random stuff that had a chance of being some kind of brilliant gambit (this was unlikely). And when Arch talked about his 'plan' to assassinate Jack Dawes, Lise was quick to comment. It wasn't directed at Arch specifically, even if it came across that way. It was more a statement of a fact to everyone around her.
"Jack Dawes wouldn't go down that easily. Good way to get yourself killed, maybe. Not exactly the best way to go out, but that's just me. If Jack Dawes appeared here right in front of us, and all of us fought Jack, including the security guards... We'd all die. Horribly. I think most of us realize that, or at least we should." Lise said. Her voice didn't betray any signs of fear, and despite her rather morbid words, she still seemed completely relaxed, which was punctuated by her yawning immediately after she finished speaking.
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Post by Try Biển Noodles on Nov 17, 2016 3:14:26 GMT
Chris's response rang true for Lucius leading him to sigh in agreement. In his heart, Lucius knew he was not normal either, but the unbelievably unprofessional attitude being portrayed by the others gave him some piece of heart. When Chris asked his question to the doctor, Lucius could not help but agree; however, he did not want to speak up in caution of insulting the others and causing a bad impression upon himself. Still though, Lucius was fed up with these antics and just wanted to move on, there were only so many cigarettes in his vest, and he would not forgive anyone causing him to run out.
Glancing at Dr. Schrader but maintaining his relaxed demeanor, Lucius rose his voice. "So exactly how long do you expect us to just stand here with out thumbs up our asses? Cut the bullshit and just let us get our goddamn job done. Unlike you, not all of us have time to dawdle around."
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Post by inspectoralnoodle on Nov 17, 2016 5:05:42 GMT
"Not only is Jack Dawes extremely dangerous, he is also deceptively cunning." Katsurou said, stretching and twisting his arms as Arch had finally released his death grip. Thankfully, it seems that the lady Aristocrat (Erieanna, was it?) was someone Arch did not take a liking to, as the mere tone of her voice had visibly shaken him. He continued his explanation even as Arch went to harass the good doctor.
"One can't just get a gun, name it 'The Bride', walk up Jack's front door, break it open, and make the two kiss. A plan like that is so common and widespread that I'm sure there's a work of fiction depicting that exact scene in extreme detail. What the contract requires from us is the creation of a murder that cannot be solved by the others, essentially make it nearly foolproof."
Ending that thought, Katsurou went over to the man who had taken his glasses. Robert, who just so happened to have gotten into a bit of a scuffle with a rather regal looking woman. This, he presumed, was Erieanna. As he was about grab Robert by the shoulder, his feet step on something metallic. Looking down, Katsurou noticed a fine mess of sharp medical tools scattered across the floor. It wouldn't take a genius to conclude that these were Robert's tools, given the fact that the man looked very much like the estranged lab assistant of Doctor Shrader.
Hm, small, sharp tools. Surgical in nature, stainless and formerly sterile. He thought, crouching down to pick a tiny knife. Scalpel, maybe? That would mean the man who had taken a liking to his glasses was highly likely to be a surgeon. That would explain the man's curiosity and blatant disregard for other people's personal space, or the concept of permission. Or he could be an assassin who liked to use surgical equipment. Either of the two, really.
Katsurou looked at the doctor and shook his head, "I believe you'd best take off my glasses before the migraine sets in. Otherwise you might be the one under the knife."
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Post by xmusicaramen on Nov 17, 2016 12:20:35 GMT
Erieanna's response was swift as soon as she felt herself being pulled downwards, her precious hair being ruined by the hand that dared to clamp onto it. A quick slap, striking with precision at a certain point of Robert's wrist, forcing him to release almost instantly as a reflex. Her eyes narrowed slightly as she looked down at him. She pulled him up forcefully before he had a chance to carry on with any other disasters, and walked away.
She remained silent as she looked over the others again, her expression completely neutral.
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