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Ribbon Prancer
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>[TO THOSE THAT THINK THE RUSSIAN JOB INVOLVED SHOOTING AT A WIZARD: SEE DISCUSSION THREAD http://quest.lv/kusaba/questdis/res/347115.html]
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>>316012
I consider what to do-and leave Camella to the papers as I move. Not much for it-if I call the house again, it could look suspicious to anyone that pulls the call record-so I head over to the house, and after waiting for half an hour find a chance to enter the house unobserved, careful to touch nothing. The moment I step onto the house grounds officially-a voice is heard.
>[Amen]"Hm, hm hm-The investigation still alights upon this house, oh master of mine-is it your intent to risk capture?"
"No-but I had some things to discuss with you. For one-I'm going on a trip soon, and in the interim people I have approved may be coming to meet with you. So unless something or someone offers you purposeful harm, be a courteous, non-violent host to them."
>[Amen]"Well well well-That can most certainly be done."
"Next, I want every gun of Smets' collection save the AVT-40 promised to me, and the weapons promised to the real individuals Olga and the fellow you have incapacitated all brought into the sewers without anyone noticing, to be given to the goblins living below-only give them to one that can confirm they are associated with the Sometimes Merchant."
>[Amen]"The guns of my prior master's collection save the four named will be distributed so."
"I'll need to speak with the captive-"
>[Amen]"Oh, oh oh? I shall need to rouse him-currently the captive mortal is unconscious."
"...You have been feeding him, giving him water, all of that.. right?"
>[Amen]"I was merely asked to capture and keep alive-not make comfortable."
"...Okay-well, take me where he is-"
The world blurs around me-and I'm in a concrete cellar with no doors, the man I originally knew as lock bound in barbed chains to the wall, sigils inscribed into the walls around him, his breathing labored-but even. I note Amen to be standing next to me, still dressed in the crisp orange pinstriped suit.
>>316337
>[MMM Trait activated]
"Answer me this-do you know enough of modern day forensics that you can leave evidence within this house such that the next round of investigation would then have reason to believe Galileo Savoy responsible for the shootings across the street?"
As I speak, I hear the bound man groaning, starting to wake up.
>[Amen]"Of course."
"I need to talk with our friend here-please busy yourself setting that up whilst I do so, and come get me when I call for you."
Amen bows, a tidy smirk pained across that ashen face.
>[Amen]"Of course, master."
Amen vanishes without so much as a breeze or sound-
Leaving me alone with my would-be assassin, who ended up aiding me far more than any assassin worth the name should. How to approach this... As his black eyes open and focus on me, I come to a conclusion.
>[DDDD Trait activated]
"So-I happen to know of your contract with Olga Brandt-now deceased. Is there anything you would care to tell me of your own free will?"
For a while the man says nothing, bound to the wall-but finally he acts.
>[BC]"Name's Big Crazy-I'm a mercenary, which I imagine could describe you as well."
"Go on."
>[BC]"Nah- 'afore I go further, I'd like an assurance that I'm not making the whole information extraction job easier for you for nothing."
"You are in no position to haggle."
>[BC]"Maybe. Or maybe you'd be surprised how hard it is to get information from me I don't want to give."
"A possibility-what did Olga tell you of me, before you agreed to this job on my life?"
>[BC]"That cunt? Said you killed someone she respected."
"I did kill a prominent neo-Nazi she and her husband followed-so completely accurate."
>[BC]"'Scuse me?"
"Oh, you did not know your employer was a neo-Nazi?"
The bound man stares at me in silence for a handful of seconds, the gears in his mind whirling-
>[BC]"...Shit. Even best case scenario, having that in my job history would fuck me."
"Hence why if you answer my questions, the nature of your past employer, the job uncompleted-remain our little secret, and your reputaion goes untarnished. Surely that would interest you."
>[BC]"Depends if I survive the conversation."
"Provide me all the information I request-and so long as you swear to not make further attempts on my life, I will let you go."
>[BC]"And why should I believe that?"
"Look at it this way-while you were hired to kill me, you did not shoot at me, but at one of my enemies-in fact, despite your job our interactions have been quite non-antagonistic-thus far. Based on this-I see no reason to not let you go if you are cooperative."
>[BC]"....Okay, so what do you want?"
"Was it Olga that hired you?"
>[BC]"No-old man Bob was contacted by an old friend, passed the job on to me-with no mention of the nature of the employers as Hitler fans."
"The job?"
>[BC]"To impersonate a Mr. Locke until such time as the target-you-could be lead into a trap and killed."
"The trap being this house?"
>[BC]"..We're still in that Smets guy's house?"
"Largely."
>[BC]"Then yes."
"Who were you working with concerning this trap-beyond Olga?"
>[BC]"The fucker that shot me-he arranged the trap-and now I know why-fuckin' asshole."
"Do you know his name?"
>[BC]"Guy that shot me? No."
"His name is Galileo Savoy."
>[BC]"If I get out of here, I'll be sure to remember it. ....Italian?"
"Correct. How much were you paid?"
>[BC]"Ten up front, forty on completion-and I sure as shit am not getting that forty."
"Glad to see you recognize that. Frankly, I've got a lot more problems than you right now. One of the larger ones is one we share- Galileo Savoy."
>[BC]"Didn't off him after I passed out then?"
"He is notoriously hard to make stay still. So... here's the deal. I'm letting you go."
>[BC]"The catch?"
"If you still want to, track me down again and we'll have ourselves a gentlemanly duel. If you want to try and take on Savoy again, give me a call."
>[BC]"A-huh. And the catch?"
"There is none-you did yourself a great service behaving as you did in that job's endgame. Shortly I will have Amen release you-and you can be on your way."
>[BC]"You keeping my Doorbell?"
"..Do you reference that Mare's Leg of yours? No, that shall be returned to you as well."
>[BC]"I don't like asking this, but I have to-you're going to let someone hired to kill you walk away-just like that?"
"Just like that."
>[BC]"...Suddenly I don't feel so bad about my living conditions the last bit. I actually had one more question, then."
"I may answer."
>[BC]"You going to try to kill Savoy?"
"Count on it."
>[BC]"Then I'd like to help you-got this thing where I really don't like betrayel-and I can't complain to Olga about being hired to help neo-Nazis, so... well, I have to lay my complaints at someone's feet."
"I am taking a brief trip-when I return, we can discuss that, if you truly mean it."
>[BC]"How would I contact you?"
"Simply speak with this house's butler-he can inform me of your desire to meet, when I return-but I warn you, Savoy is not so kindly as I am."
>[BC]"Which is why he needs to die-I get the feeling he'll see me as a loose end in need of tidying."
"Perhaps. Amen!"
>[Amen]"Yes, master?"
"Please release Big Crazy and return his belongings to him in a place where he can exit the grounds, please."
>[Amen]"Done."
And so it is-the chains hang loose on the engraved walls.
"Now, please return to me my rifle Keihäs"
>[Amen]"Done."
I can feel the sling hanging over my shoulder-and I still don't detect a whit of attention on me.
"Great-continue to keep the few guns I named out of the collection and the rest of my belongings hidden and safely stored until such time I ask for them-actually, if you can repair the arm to it's pristine, unmarred state that would be ideal."
>[Amen]"I can fulfill such a function-yes, yes, yes I can."
"Do you have access to contacts amongst the rest of the Zosimus dynasty?"
>[Amen]"Indeed-indeed, indeed I do, master."
"Please inform them that Savoy tricked Smets and two other parties into having a three-way altercation, with the hope of being the last one standing-imply that it seems very likely he was after your ownership."
>[Amen]"They shall be informed."
Well-between the Zosimus dynasty, the police and the mafia-Savoy has just a few collectives seeking him out now-hopefully that can keep him quite occupied.
"Last thing-when turning over the weapons to the goblins in the sewers, also provide, at my behest, whatever is left of Savoy's manhood-tell them of its source, and explain they are free to use it as they wish."
The goblins seem to hate Savoy thanks to his ancestry,maybe they could be a fourth party hounding him.
>[Amen]"Understood-and obeyed."
>>316017
"Do you have means of contacting the Muburak clan?"
>[Amen]"That is likewise within my capabilities."
"Then please introduce yourself to their matron Witch, explain you are calling on my behalf, and that I would be most amenable to discussing trade, such that she gets access to your skills and abilities. If she wishes to discuss details, she can leave a direct contact number with you-or contact me herself, if she so chooses."
>[Amen]"She will be informed."
"If anyone comes looking for me, or information on me, you are not to provide it to them unless I personally clear the individual in question."
>[Amen]"Understood... understood understood."
"Oh-as you get money freed up from Smets estate, please transfer it into this account-as discreetly as possible, I wish no overt money trail to officially link me to Smets just yet."
>[Amen]"Requests, requests requests-all heard, all fulfilled."
"Excellent-please relocate me to the house proper-"
I'm standing on the second floor, Amen still before me.
"Well-you have tasks set before you, and I shall leave you to them-call me if something of note occurs."
Amen merely bows-and I vacate the premises, taking twenty minutes to get away from the crime scene, not a single person spotting me.
That... didn't take very long, but a great deal was set in motion. Now... what next?
-Scratch that, someone's attention is on me-I track that focus back to its source-Big Crazy, leaning against the alleyway.
"Something more you needed?"
>[BC]"As it happens-I don't have a passport with me-nor do I have the funds on hand to quitely make my way back home."
"And?"
>[BC]"I seem to be in need of money or connections."
"I have both-why should I offer either?"
>[BC]"You shouldn't-but let me tag along on your 'excursion' and I imagine I can prove you should help me out."
"Is that a bet?"
>[BC]"It's a guarantee."
.....
>[MMM Trait activated]
"Accepted, then-just be aware that Amen knows you now-and I would not recommend trying to hurt that one's master."
>[BC]"Read you loud and clear."
I jot down the location of a lot within a block of my apartment.
"Okay then... meet me at this location at..." I glance at my watch "Five pm."
>[BC]"I'll be there."
I fade into the crowd-and feel Big Crazy's attention slip away from me.
>>316054
...There is another group I could set upon Savoy. So I call my triad contact, and ask to speak with Lo Fang. I get connected-and I tell him everything. I tell him about my 'gate' issue being resolved, I tell him about Savoy's severance of ties with the mafia and exceissively duplicitous actions at Smets' abode-I explain that the police will shortly be looking for him in connection to the event-and that's on top of the mafia and quite likely a Vampire Dynasty. I explain that I heard of Savoy's attempt on his life-and thought Lo Fang would like to be informed. After I finish my information dump, there is a pause long enough I wonder if I was disconnected without noticing, but finally-
>[LF]"...It would seem Labombard was most correct: That event in the healing room was isolated. I find I must thank you for this information-for it most CERTAINLY is relevant to me."
"One more thing-I've been contracted to kill the Doonongaes by a certain date-and after my current errands, I would most appreciate some assistance on the matter."
>[LF]"I shall inform Go Ping, Long Wang and Diao Yuan that May Lee's killer is soon to be hunted-I make no promises on whether they shall choose to aid you-unless, of course, you are looking to purchase assistance?"
"Maybe when I get back."
>[LF]"As I suspected-I imagine we will be speaking more regularly very shortly, Mr. Laine. Until then."
>>316016
>>316090
"Actually-one thing I DO want to discuss purchasing."
>[LF]"Yes?"
"Would you be able to procure some sort of liquid nitrogen grenades? I will need something very... cold when I do hunt the Doonongaes."
>[LF]"Why not ask me on your return-I am certain I will have a conclusive answer for you then."
*click*
Okay-Mafia, Goblins, Vampire Dynasty, Police AND the Triads-have fucking fun, Savoy you shit-eating asshole.
>>316091
>>316103
A plan comes to me-a plan that requires me to hit quite a few different shops-all of it ending with me picking up a mannequin.
[FUNDS:----- US$000,099,699.56]
I assemble my purchases-I scribble down a note in sharpee-and soon enough I have.... me. I've dressed the mannequin up in a cheap pimp's costume, like those I always laughed at back in the states-complete with a neon orange tie. I put the nonfunctioning Mosin Nagant Model 1891/30, complete with a dull bayonet, in the figure's hands-and smirk at the writing on its blank face:
GONE TO TIJUANA FOR TEQUILA AND BITCHES, SEE YOU AT THE DONKEY SHOW
I then check the inside of the breast pocket, the tiny parchment reading:
Camella, too dangerous-at Smets.
Amen won't tell them shit-so they'll have a dead end, and time wasted. Something more.. drastic may be more entertaining-but could earn me a whole mess more enemies without much gain for me.
As I arrive back home, setting up the mannequin directly before the front door, as visible as possible. From there, I slowly turn to Camella, who has been pointedly staring at me since the moment I walked in, mannequin in hand.
"As it happens I have a vacation upcoming. Have to leave a little something in case anyone comes knocking in my absence."
>[Camella]"Somehow I get the feeling you are not going to Tijuana."
>[DDDD Trait activated]
"Indeed not-I go to Finland, actually-been planning one of those 'explore your roots' trips for quite some time-I'm sure you can understand the impetus to know more about one's blood."
For once I seem to catch her off-guard-and the irritation bleeds away from her face, replaced with understanding and pain-
>[RAPID RATIONALISM Trait activated]
-Her lost family-the world she can never see again-I made her think about it.... crap. Okay-
"Do you want to come? You don't have to answer now, not leaving JUST yet-going to Ito's, right now. Want to go there, and think about the other one?"
>[Camella]"Pushy, pushy-fine, let us go to Ito's-I could do with a workout."
At Ito's, turns out the whole gang is there-Ahmad, Hadar, Shaya, Yoni, Hafaz-all drilling in Jukenjitsu. At our arrival we get a welcome warmer than any since Hafaz first began to suspect me-and shortly enough Camella has got them all riled up, a furious set of unstructured sparring breaking out-she wasn't kidding, she's practically trying to beat each and every one of them into the ground-well, works for me. I use the distraction to step into a private room with Ito-and resume my training on the nature of Chakras.
Lessons seem to have been radically revamped-my meditation is now exertion, my body spread eagle, only hands and feet on tiny handles, suspending my bodyweight in the air-with burning hot stones placed on my back, my neck, even my skull-seven stones, for the seven chakras. Ito lectures me, periodically quizzing me as he without warning lashes out with a reed whip-the goal being to focus on his words so well that despite my strain I remain in position. At first I fall time and again-but my magical saturation from constant meals of otherworldly origin, my decades spent tirelessly stalking under goblin tutelage each behoove me-and I start being able to answer his questions. The Muladhara, the Root Chakra-it lies in my prostate, beneath the burning stone resting on my pelvis. The Swadisthana, the Sacral chakra, lies in the tail of my spine, a burning stone resting atop it. The Manipura-the Solar Plexus chakra-I feel the stone burning through my back, reaching out towards a place near my navel. The Anahata, the Heart Chakra-I feel the stone's heat reaching about my spine and between my ribs, questing for my core. Vishuddha, the Throat Chakra-the stone resting over the span of two cervical vertebra makes my neck feel like molten fire. Ajna, the Third Eye Chakra, a stone on the back of my head reaching for my brow. Lastly... the Sahasrara, the Crown Chakra-the stone's heat boiling my scalp over the space that, when I was an infant, was called the soft spot. On and on it goes, him naming each of the seven Chakras, describing the segment of the body they lay in, and quizzing me as I strain myself into stillness, heat pouring through my body.
As the lesson progresses.. it shifts, attaining new facets. He begins to describe the sensation of energy within each chakra, the varying nuances he was taught and has experienced, implacably keeping the stones upon me piping hot. After four hours of this-he exits the room, leaving me in silence with no company save myself. I couldn't say how long he was gone-I was far too busy differentiating between absorbed heat... and Ito's description of energy. Something... I can feel it, some force, a pinprick of energy here and there...which ones? Where? I keep focusing, my breathing steady, my body rigid-as I start naming those perceived energies. Swadhisthana.....Vishuddha.... and Sahasrara. I feel something... more, than the heat that should burn yet doesn't. I carefully let myself down, stand, stretching as the stones clatter to the ground, the heat fading-
Yet the sense of those three chakra's remaining. I exit the room-to find Ito pushing me back within. He sits me down-and we converse. He changed the lessons because it seemed to suit my style more-and as a result, three of the chakra's along my my median line fitfully awoke. He goes on to say I should do no more lessons on the subject-until I can find a way of tapping the energies of the chakras yet active. He tells me that the method is something I will have to come to myself-even as he notes it interesting that I learned far more swiftly from the original lessons than the ones Ito himself learned from.
I duck out of the gym, with the time approaching five, and head off to my rendevous. I am greeted with a gun tossed my way-a Tokerov with a blood-stained muzzle and the faint sense of magic. Big Crazy calls it an axe-burier for us-and says he would be happy to go on the trip.
I make some plans with him-and head back to Ito's gym, joining the rest in the still continuing but now far more structured fighting taking place within. This continues for some time-before my phone rings.
I excuse myself from the continued spars and answer.
"Armas-"
>[Cornelius Zosimus]"I have only one question for you, so think carefully before answering: What happened to Amen?"
>[MMM Trait activated]
"Still bound-currently listening to me."
>[CZ]"....Very well then. It would seem you will need a new contact-I shall send it shortly. ...Thank you for the name of the party responsible for this."
I can feel him moving to hang up-
>>316265
And am seized in a fey mood.
"Mr. Zosimus: Thank for you sending me to a man who was working with Savoy to kill me. Really, compliments from a little more than a napkin"
>[CZ]"Wha-"
"We'll be in touch."
*click*
Maybe not my most brilliant move... but hey, at least for the moment my plans aren't biting me in the ass-so I figure I'm doing okay. And I got to mouth off to him. Always nice.
>>316291
After the lessons are concluded-at least for Camella and Me-culminating in us leaving, I bring my goblinic training hours up to forty eight-
And ask to speak with the Sometimes Merchant. I explain that I want to hold an auction for Mammon's Device-and sell to the goblins the memories of how Mammon offered me a means of more fully tapping the greed based powers within-which they can then sell to the highest bidder. Sometimes Merchant notes that for a respectable attendance-a crowd that could push the price to suitable levels in bidding wars-would take some time to set up-many of those who would be interested in such an item have... rather irregular schedules. Making them match up will be difficult-and pricey. I note how I provided Galileo's balls to them-and Sometimes Merchant, his mask switching back to the gleeful visage, relents. Well, got that pending now.
I head back home.
SATURDAY, NOVEMBER 27th, 2010
The day dawn as most do-with a caveat. Camella says nothing over breakfast-right until we are finishing.
>[Camella]"...I don't think I want to go with you-I need to get my affairs, such as they are, in order-the gold needs to be liquidated-and I think I could work at Ito's as an assistant instructor-he implied such. Maybe next time?"
"If that's how you feel. Will you be staying-"
>[Camella]"At his place-I want nothing to do with your purusuers-or what they'll do when they see your taunt."
"What, it's a good idea. Call me if something happens, okay?"
>[Camella]"Wait, you're leaving today?"
"Probably. Oh, mind checking the mail while I'm out? Looking for something from either a Mr. Jagda or Labombard. Call me if they write?"
>[Camella]"...Sure."
She looks for a moment as if she is going to say more, then-
>[Camella]"Are you taking the van?"
"Nah-you can hold onto the Right Laine. Don't want to give them something easily tracked like that. Besides, you need wheels too."
>[Camella]"...Thank you."
She gets up rather swiftly-moving to collect her things and get ready to move house-as I go through my mental inventory-I have my Matebas-I'll swing by the storage and reclaim the judges-and I have Keihas. That should be good for a little trip, with no intention of killing anyone. ..Oh right, I'll have the Buntline too.
I trot off,, making my stops-before bringing the three MD rounds I hadn't brought on the mission with me to Johan's after calling ahead-and give him the Matebas, the twenty grand in check for retooling each to take converted MD rounds-with five thousand covering the conversion of the three rounds I brought into eighteen rounds set between three speed loaders. He says he'll be done in a day-
[FUNDS:----- US$000,074,699.56]
Which is my cue to call Big Crazy with the number he gave me-and ask if he has a car. He notes Olga had a car.
Even better, I find out that my minifridge fits inside of it-along with my cutlery and cooking utensils. With that established...
And just like that, my roadtrip to Finland with Big Crazy, a man who was originally hired to kill me... begins.
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