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Post by Bad Pasta on Nov 14, 2016 21:06:38 GMT
Robert continued trying to inspect Dr. Schrader despite the turbulence, but immediately stopped when he heard Arch's final threat.
"Nonononononononononono," He said as he spun around (on top of Arch's arm) to face Arch's head. He wasn't pleading for his life, though; rather, his tone is was instructive. "That is much too messy and imprecise. You need to apply a local anesthetic and make an incision here," Robert explained, making a gesture around his head.
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Post by bbladerxring on Nov 14, 2016 21:14:58 GMT
Arch suddenly stopped violently shaking. What the fuck was this sicko up to? He didn't know what his problem was, but something was not right about this guy. Was he... ASKING Arch to do that to his noggin? He KNEW what that would do, right?
"What... what are you SAYING, you fucking twisted piece of shit?!" Arch slowly turned his head to face the man on top of him, an expression of confusion written all over his face. "Why the fuck does it matter HOW I bash your goddamn skull in?! All that matters is that I kill you! So... shut the fuck up, will you?! It's creeping me out!" Seriously... he'd hurt so many people over the years... and none had asked him a particular way on how to do it! This dude... he had issues...
...Maybe reading that contract would have been a good idea...
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Post by gemellidreamer on Nov 15, 2016 0:18:43 GMT
Well, this was a thing that was happening right in front of her. Lise briefly considered the possibility of asking the doctor if he'd pay extra to anyone who stopped Arch and Robert from doing whatever it was they were doing, but quickly came to the realization that it wouldn't work out. He had plenty of security guards already, so adding Lise to the mix was just overkill. What a shame. Would have been a fairly simple way to make extra money... Then again, she couldn't be sure of that. She already had some idea in mind of just how dangerous the others were based on first impressions, but it was important to keep in mind that only the best of the best were here. Underestimating ANYONE was dangerous. ... Besides, in her experience, the eccentric ones were always the ones you most had to watch out for. Still, they were drawing an awful lot of attention to themselves... Was that part of some kind of plan of theirs to get the others to lower their guards? Perhaps Robert and Arch had somehow planned all of this beforehand to trick the others into underestimating their intelligence? That'd be quite a smart move if they pulled it off correctly...
... But more likely than not, those two were just being incredibly incompetent and silly for no reason. Yes, that added up, and she didn't care enough to put more thought into it. She was pretty sure that Doctor Schrader would stop them from killing each other anyway. And if not? Well, the Reaper was welcome to take his toll at any time if it involved people who were going to get themselves killed eventually anyway.
Onto more important thoughts, it was confirmed that they would be well-supplied with food and refreshments. That was good. Hopefully they could move on soon so that Lise could see what was specifically available. Yes, she made the right choice in her decision to think about food and drinks for a bit. It was much more productive and easier to take seriously than whatever she had been thinking about before.
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Post by inspectoralnoodle on Nov 15, 2016 1:42:56 GMT
It was getting very tempting to take off the sack over his head.
But no, he would commit to his own life choices. He wanted this, so he was going to bear the discomfort until he felt like he was running out of oxygen. At this rate however, that might be soon.
While he may be unable to see right now, Katsurou had a feeling he knew how to deal with this Arch brute if it ever came to it. The man he was talking to however, needed some further analysis before he could get a good read. Maybe later, when they were inside and they knew who they'd be teamed with.
Oh, that reminds him.
"Doctor, a question. You paused right before you said 'teams'. That leads me to believe that there was a certain thought before that. Is there something you'd like to elaborate on in regards to that?"
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Post by DreadLasagnaArchduke on Nov 15, 2016 1:54:09 GMT
Tombstone continued to rock back and forth as the situation unfolded. Apparently the big guy had provoked the ire of the big guns, though the guy who seemed to be some kind of head doctor was having some kind of effect on him. Hopefully they didn't decide to unload their guns on them, or it'd be over before it started, and he'd be winding up on that slab he was much familiar with. Hopefully he'd get one of the good docs if it did come around to it, one who knew his stuff.
"Any request in your power, huh, doc? Don't go considering this a formal request just yet, but how about one of them unicorns?" He asked, his expression unchanging. "Or maybe a crapton of chocolate or gold or something. I'm gonna have to think this one over."
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Post by ramenigma on Nov 15, 2016 3:53:57 GMT
"Ah... It's a shame, Arch (that is what you like to be called, yes?) but I must make this warning clear." Schrader seems to not be too disturbed by the shaking, more he seems to be focusing on Robert with the same sort of uneasy examination one would have for a spider slowly dangling above your head. "If you continue to pose a risk to my physical state... Uh, if you keep threatening me, yes?... The agents around you have been trained to shoot without impu- Sorry, without hesi... Hmm... Without much wait?"
He chuckles breathily. But suddenly looks confused.
"Did I pause before saying teams? I don't think I've mentioned anything about teams... Considering that was all in the contract Mr. Arch has failed to read."
He shrugs.
"Maybe you've been reading my secret inner monologue."
He jokes and turns to face Tombstone.
"Oh, and just for the record, we could... 'breed' a horse with a horn on it's forehead, that's within our power but... I don't see WHY you'd want that..."
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Post by inspectoralnoodle on Nov 15, 2016 5:21:06 GMT
Perhaps he REALLY should take this bag off. He could've sworn the doctor had mentioned something about teams, but that was what he read in the contract.
No matter, he can recover from that blunder. He clapped his hands together and tried to sound like he was pleased with what he heard.
"Wonderful, you are aware of what is written in the contract. Good, then I would like some elaboration on the teams here. How many are there, and how will they be assigned? It'd be great to know who I'll be working with. And I'm sure my future co-workers would like to know the person underneath this head bag."
Katsurou turned to face everyone else, except he wasn't quite sure where everyone is positioned, so he might be facing the wrong way. He swept his arms to the side, as if presenting himself, and exclaimed. "Do not worry! I am very well likable, just ask my superiors! Well, except for the senior officers. They don't like me so much. I assure you however, that I don't bite! Not unless I'm performing a thought experiment in regards to the act itself. Otherwise, you're all safe!"
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Post by blackrudone on Nov 15, 2016 10:47:21 GMT
...
For a good moment, it seemed like Chris was intent on just staring at the one who had just greeted him. He knew it was always best to give any stranger a careful look before you decide how to interact with them. Granted, he'd gotten less careful over the years, which probably contributed to him being here now... but if this place had done anything for him so far, it was to reignite his instincts.
"Hmm..." he began, just when the silence reached that point where the awkwardness was beginning to become noticable. He scanned Lucius from bottom to top. Completely clad in black, Chris was forced to conclude he was definitely dealing with another shady character here.
"Just so. Name's Chris Key. Normally I'm more careful with giving that out, but no point to keep the secret here--"
A faint clanking sound. Chris had kept playing around with the file in his right hand and somehow managed to drop it. As he crouched down to pick it up, he shot an annoyed look at the shenanigans of Arch and Robert that were going on a few meters away, then his attnetion returned to the man in front of him. He also took note of somebody else that was, for some reason, addressing the wall with outstretched arms while still wearing a bag over his head. Whatever he was saying was too muffled to actually understand. If Chris could have actually seen the man's face, he would have added him to his mental list of crazies. Alas...
"Friend or enemy... yeah, that's important. You gave me your name, but didn't tell me what I should think of you as. Guess it might come down to those 'teams'... but... heh, to be honest, Lucius sounds more like the name of someone up to no good."
A silent blink. He didn't elaborate how he reached that conclusion. A part of him wondered if this would sound like a joke. A different thought crossed his mind, making him smirk just a little.
"And frankly, if you don't mind a candid statement, you have more the look of a villain to me."
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Post by xmusicaramen on Nov 15, 2016 12:17:34 GMT
Such disorderly chaos. A lady dressed in attire entirely inappropriate for this scenario finally looks at the others, having her sack removed to reveal an aristocratic figure with a beautiful face rest her eyes upon the rest of the participants. Her gaze sweeps over them gradually, despite the sweat that drips down her forehead. Her dress fluttered slightly, and the heels of her shoes clicked on the ground once. Playing with her braid, she finally speaks up.
"My name is Erieanna Laigin. I am pleased to meet your acquaintance."
She greets politely, and curtsies to them. Seems she didn't particularly care about any previous incidents that has taken place, especially those involving Arch.
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Post by Try Biển Noodles on Nov 15, 2016 14:49:43 GMT
Noticeably distracted by Arch and crew, Lucius takes in a slow breath of cigarette smoke in an attempt to tune them out. Returning his attention to Chris, Lucius catches him retorting how his name makes him appear to 'be up to no good.' Lucius's grip on the makeup strap tightens and he lets out a solemn chuckle. "I guess I wouldn't classify myself as a good person, but I never mean to bring harm to people. I just do what I can to get by. In the event we are on opposing teams, know that its nothing personal."
Lucius's eyes glaze over as he looks towards the ground. "I just want to be able to live without hurting anyone anymore..." Looking back at Chris, "I'm sorry, I shouldn't bring the mood down with my own problems. Anyways, compared to the rest of the lot here, you seem like a decent enough person. At the very least, you appear to be sane. Even the name Chris Key is rather normal. I do not expect any issues between us."
Also, Lucius completely ignores Erieanna's introduction.
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Post by bbladerxring on Nov 15, 2016 14:57:43 GMT
Arch... still thought he was being made a fool of. He still thought this son of a bitch was trying to con him out of the money. But nobody seemed to be supporting him on this. Nobody seemed to be demanding their share of the money.
Maybe... there were some important details in this... contract. That would explain why the rest of them were so... calm.
He was still irritated, and still creeped out by the weirdo clinging on to his shoulder that wanted his head sliced open. But he seemed very interested in the doctor's head... maybe he'd get off if he walked away. This current direction wasn't working, anyway. Arch turned around to leave, doing his best to ignore the man currently invading his personal space... and saw a beautiful young woman remove the hood over her head, and speak in a clear, refined voice. He... hadn't really noticed how pretty -all- of her was, even though she was in plain sight the entire time. He was probably too preoccupied to notice. And the bag over her head didn't exactly attract his attention. It was like they bought a fucking celebrity to this place. Rich, beautiful... and seemingly very sophisticated. People like that inspired very deep, heartfelt feelings in Arch, bringing back memories within him. People like that made him feel like a completely different person, full of stronger emotion than ever before. People like that...
REALLY PISSED HIM THE FUCK OFF.
She was just another one of THEM. Arch knew the type. He knew all about them. She was another spoiled rich bitch who thought she was more important than everyone else. She thought she was more important than HIM, and that she was a perfect little princess who could do no harm to the world. What was the phrase he saw on television, that one time? "Her body is gorgeous... but her heart is so hideous." That was what described people like the celebrity, perfectly. And that one girl in school... he really liked her a lot. He wasn't who he is now, back then. He was completely different. He was still... normal. Normal as he could be, anyway. He thought she was so pretty, and he'd blush a bit every time he saw her, no matter what she was wearing... one day, he found the guts to tell her. And then he saw how ugly she was on the inside. She didn't just reject him. She laughed in his face. She berated him for even looking her way. She said she was far too important to be caught with a peasant like him, and she'd rather kill herself than to do it. She said he was destined to be a loser in life. And she was a winners. And winners never associate with losers. No matter if they're a good person... no matter if they're a nice guy. Losers deserve to lose.
And it wasn't just her, either... those rich businessmen and aristocrats who walked by him on the streets when he was starving. They weren't hurting for money. They could have done the decent thing and helped him. But they didn't. They spat in his face and laughed instead. The women would gasp and talk about how ghastly he looks, and their husbands would berate him for causing their significant others such distress. These kinds of people... taught Arch how ugly humanity really was. They were what inspired him to show the rest of the world how ugly they were, too... this filthy rich bitch was no different. Attacking the doctor seemed to be against the rules, but what about the others here? Criminal masterminds rarely cared about their employees. It's less money to spend, maybe he'd appreciate it... but was it such a good idea to act upon his impulses, with all these people here...? They'd probably try to stop him. With how many there were, they'd probably succeed. And the dead weight on his shoulder wasn't making it any easier... and then they'd probably be very protective of her. Because he knew she had everyone else fooled... but she didn't fool him. But a failed attempt now would make it impossible to harm her later... he would have to wait for a better opportunity. And when he found one... she would suffer. She would suffer more pain than he had ever inflicted on any human being before. And once he was done with her, everyone would see her for how ugly she really was on the inside. Like how he KNEW she was on the inside. A sadistic smile crawled it's way onto his face as he envisioned his fantasies of beating her to a pulp, with her BEGGING him to stop. Begging him to spare her... he would, of course. But only so she could suffer more.
...But he had best not get too carried away with those thoughts now. People would get suspicious, if he showed it too much. He looked away from her direction, but he wasn't done with her. Not by a long shot. He had to do something to get his mind off it... maybe he should learn more about this contract that he never read. If this wasn't what was expected of him to get paid, what was he supposed to do? More importantly... maybe there was something in there that would help him make a plan. A plan to get to her. Alone.
Currently paying no mind to the man clinging to his shoulder, he searched around the group for someone. There was a... smart sounding voice from within the crowd of them. It was coming from a man who still had a bag on his head. He was talking about the contract. He could probably clear up a few things. In one fell swoop, Arch tore the bag off the man's head, revealing a rather nerdy looking man with glasses. Yeah. He looked smart. This guy probably knew everything, and was all too happy to share it. Another kind of person he hated, bragging about how goddamn smart he was...
"Hey! Nerd boy!" He growled as he grabbed the man by the collar and lifted him a few inches off the ground. "You keep talking about this... contract! Clearly you read it! Start talking, now! What the fuck did it say?!"
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Post by inspectoralnoodle on Nov 15, 2016 15:48:07 GMT
No response from the others. Was he facing the wall right now? Katsurou crossed his arms and tapped his foot, wondering if everyone was just staring at him as if he were an idiot. Perhaps -
Suddenly, the sack was taken off his head. Wait no, that was putting it lightly. The sack was ripped off of his head with an incredibly inhumane force of rage that Katsurou honestly felt he was in the air for a bit. not only that but his head might have been torn off clean off if the sack was any tighter. The end of the sack was fit enough as it was pulled off that his glasses slid up his face and lay at an angle while his hair became a disheveled mess that made him look like a wannabe rock star. What shocked him more than his sack coming off however, was how bright it was in the room.
"Oh god is it bright in here!" he shouted, shielding his eyes from the stark white brightness blasting away his pupils that tried to adjust to the sudden change in lighting. Before he was even given time to rub his eyes, for the world would not let his weary soul rest, that same force of nature grabbed him by the collar and lifted him up from the ground. But perhaps what was most cruel was the ghastly sight before his eyes. What he was looking at could only be described as the lovechild of a bulldog and an industrial saw factory accident. Arch, as this being was called, wanted to know about the contract and he wanted answers fast. Fortunately, Katsurou knew exactly how to deal with this.
"Holy Freud your mother must've loved that face!" Katsurou exclaimed out loud as his hands fumbled to grasp the meaty arm of the monstrosity that was lifting him.
Oh wonderful, anger the Beast some more, will you? Come on, you got a read on this guy just by listening to him.
Katsurou breathed deeply and lightly tapped Arch's forearm. He looked straight into Arch's completely beautiful and immaculate eyes and spoke to him.
"You don't like taking orders, do you? You're a strong, independent man who doesn't need a man to tell him what to do. Now, I want you to listen to what I have to say very carefully..."
He paused, as if he thought of his next words like a police officer would when faced against a hostage taker.
"I order you to get angry, strangle me and throw me against the wall. Smash my bones and bury me in the ground."
Wait what? Has this man lost his mind?
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Post by Bad Pasta on Nov 15, 2016 17:02:21 GMT
"Ah..." Robert let out a small cry of disappointment as he was carried out of reach of his specimen. He looked longingly back at Dr. Schrader as he was carried to the other side of the room. However, he completely forgot about Schrader when Arch pulled the bag off the nerdy man, revealing the glorious perfection that was the head of Katsurou Shirasagi.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO" Robert yelled out after Katsurou made his (suicidal) request.
Robert gingerly removed Katsurou's glasses from his face, then hopped down off of Arch. "It'd be a shame if your glasses got damaged... or caused some other damage," he calmly explained. "Anyway, proceed."
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Post by bbladerxring on Nov 15, 2016 17:43:00 GMT
Arch ignored the nerd's comments about his face. He had gotten used to it by now. He was told about it so many times it simply never registered to him as painful anymore. He knew he was hideous. He didn't care anymore, either. He didn't care for this nerd's psychoanalysis of him, either. Who did he think he was, trying to understand him? Nobody could ever understand him. People say "they know what it's like", but none of them actually mean it. It was another lie that was full of shit, he was very quick to figure out. He was always proud of himself for it. The way he saw it, he was always quick to see right past the BS. Other people bought into it too easily... he was glad he wasn't like them.
The nerd's last comment... DID bother him, however. What the bloody fuck was this? This was the SECOND request he had for someone to kill him today. Was everyone just suicidal after suffering through the heat? Come to think of it, the man still clinging to his shoulder could also be classified as "nerdy". Was this just a thing with them? Did nerds ENJOY being beaten up by bullies all the time? Is that why it happened so often...? Arch tried to scratch his head as the puzzled expression became apparent on his face, but realized he couldn't, with how preoccupied his arms were. Grumbling, he took a deep breath, and calmed down, just to make sure he heard that correctly. As he did so... the nerd on top of his shoulder removed the glasses from the nerd in his grasp. At this point... whatever. Nothing was making any goddamn sense anymore.
"You... you can't fucking be serious, right? Do you realize this isn't some kind of joke, or some kind of fetish to enjoy? I can fucking END YOU, tiny man." His hands gripped the nerd even harder, to send the message. "And I will, if you continue to piss me off... I'm getting sick of people taking this as a joke. I might need to make an example out of someone, to show what I'm capable of is not something you want to ASK for..." He raised the nerdy boy higher, enough to where he could make eye contact. While standing straight up.
"It might have to be you, tiny nerd boy."
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Post by inspectoralnoodle on Nov 16, 2016 2:08:14 GMT
Katsurou struggled to speak as he was lifted higher into the air by Arch. He could hear the threads of his clothes beginning to tear where he was being held. Not only that, but the strange man sitting on Arch's shoulder had the wonderful idea of removing his glasses, so now his farsightedness had made Arch's face somewhat blurry. At least he could still see the man's eyes. That was important.
So what did Katsurou do, faced with the possibility of death and the dead serious words of the beast in front of him?
He laughed. Not a good, hearty laugh as one would have at a night of drinking, but rather a sort of chuckle one would do when they pretended to laugh at someone else's horribly unfunny joke because didn't want to be left out when others started laughing and also didn't want to be a colossal joy killer even though you really didn't find it entertaining at all.
Yes, that sort of laugh.
"Shame, Arch." he said, completely disregarding the danger of the situation he was in.
"You must be used to this already. You know you're ugly and you don't much care for what I'm saying to you. You must be thinking 'This man doesn't understand me! Nobody does! Arch doesn't believe in people pretending to be sincere!', or something like that. But how could I know? I don't read minds. Anyway, best get to smashing my face and wiping it off the face of the Earth. The sooner that happens, the sooner your chances of getting any money disappears. Because the moment any extreme harm befalls someone as a result of another person's actions outside of official personnel, all those armed guards will shoot to kill whoever inflicted the harm." He let one hand do a quick, spastic gesture at all the guns trained on them before grabbing back onto the arm for support.
Katsurou closed his eyes, tilted his head to the side, and smiled.
"In short, if you hurt me, you die and you won't get any money. And that's very bad."
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