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Post by Evangeline Delacroix on Jul 21, 2012 21:51:28 GMT
"I didn't take her out.", Dodend rubbed the cut on his neck lightly as it healed, the process itched, and prodded the knife wound in 'Ems' back, "A very nice knife indeed.", his eyes probed the surrounding tables and shadows.
And there he was, dressed in thick, jet black robes, hood over his head covering his face. Hands bandaged in the same colour cloth apart from his index fingers. He sat in the overshadowed corner nearest to Sandine and Dodend, the candle on his table snuffed, unable to cast light on his features. "You should be more careful Mr Kind, my employer wouldn't approve of you getting killed under my watch before the job is done."
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Post by Flamina Sujianla Uilyevr on Aug 30, 2012 13:11:50 GMT
Sandine stiffened visibly. She shot a cold glare at the newcomer. Those words sounded...threatening? Yet, at the same time if he'd been the one to toss the knife he technically did save Dodend. That didn't mean she'd trust him though, especially with the candle snuffed. Secretive people were never fully good. She knew that from herself.
"And what, pray-tell, is this 'job'?"
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Post by Evangeline Delacroix on Sept 23, 2012 2:42:15 GMT
"It's not to sit and have a date with you, that's for sure.", the robed figure stood, towering over Dodend by a good two inches. He was certainly an imposing frame, his robes caught in a draught, revealing a lengthy blade resting against his leg and a smaller bladed pistol at his hip. Both were covered again in an instant. Thick leather boots carried him to Dodend's side. A glimmer of candlelight made it under his hood, revealing sapphire blue eyes and a face hidden under a metal mask, a sliver of smoke escaping from the vent over his mouth, a hint of red light just visible for a second, as though he were smoking inside of the mask.
"Ah remember those negotiations with a dragon I was speaking of earlier dear? The dragon in question is this chap's employer, and agreed to help them with a small problem of theirs in exchange for their fealty."
"I was sent to make sure he held up his end.", the figure placed a hand on Dodend's shoulder and tightened his grip. "And I find him here, sweeping you off your feet instead."
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Post by Flamina Sujianla Uilyevr on Sept 23, 2012 5:01:45 GMT
Sandine let out a small growl, standing defensively. She glared some daggers in the male figure's directions. Her voice came out low and cold with a threatening feel. "The only one allowed to sweep him off his feet is me fucker. Deal or no deal, end of a contract or not. I appreciate your style and diffusing the situation but you will quickly discover it will be ME you deal with in the end if you do anything I deem inappropriate."
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Post by Evangeline Delacroix on Sept 23, 2012 5:15:22 GMT
Dodend winked at Sandine, "He'll warm up to you honey, not that it matters if he does or not. I think he spent so much time in the North he's forgotten how to act around a lady. Isn't that right Mr Robes?", he dug his heel into the figure's toes through boots until the hand on his shoulder was removed.
"Just remember to do what you're meant to be doing.", the sapphire eyes caught Sandine's own and drilled deep, "Don't expect me to feel threatened by those words. You'd do well to stay far out of my way and keep your words to yourself or you'll be dealing with the business end of my blade just like the pile of meat on the floor here.", he kicked 'Ems', "And you won't see it coming.", the figure sat back down at his table again. "Feel free to enjoy your meal tonight, my employer grows impatient. You'll be moving tomorrow or I'll be reporting back."
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Post by Flamina Sujianla Uilyevr on Sept 23, 2012 5:25:59 GMT
"Fuck you," Sandine said in a mutter. She gripped one of her daggers for comfort, trying to ignore the threat. She didn't like being pushed around especially not by some random freak in robes. She directed her attention to the wall, staring away from him and from Dodend in order to keep herself calm. She ran a hand casually through her hair which caused a black ripple. "Go away. You're ruining my date."
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Post by Evangeline Delacroix on Sept 23, 2012 5:37:39 GMT
The voice drifted into Sandine's ear from a little too nearby. It vibrated gently, as if to draw her in like a moth to flame, "You'd enjoy it so much, you'd die with a grin on your face pretty little one.", hot breath danced over her ear like a ballerina, and as quickly as it had been there, it was gone. "Enjoy your date, I'll be at your inn in the morning.", there was a gentle breeze and a light creak of the door and he was gone.
Dodend rubbed the back of his neck, "I really hate that guy..."
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Post by Flamina Sujianla Uilyevr on Sept 23, 2012 5:40:55 GMT
"I can see why," Sandine replied. The hair on the back of her neck prickled, still feeling the sensation of his hot breath crawling on her skin. She curled up her lip enough to expose her teeth. "He's the sort that grates on my nerves enough to want to hit immediately. Hmph." She smoothed out her clothes and sat back into her chair. She put her daggers back into hiding and took up her fork and knife casually. "Well then, back to our date?"
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Post by Evangeline Delacroix on Sept 23, 2012 5:45:41 GMT
As if right on queue the waiter appeared with new cutlery and fresh drinks, seeming unfazed by the body on the floor. "I'll have somebody come and mop that up for you.", he gave a polite bow and backed away from the table to get a colleague.
"Would be good fun to kill him with our bare hands, but something tells me we'd have to wear gloves.", Dodend chuckled, "I can only imagine what would happen if he met Spikes."
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Post by Flamina Sujianla Uilyevr on Sept 23, 2012 5:49:50 GMT
She picked up her wine glass with a practiced hand, taking a sip. Her face went back to a small smile. She put it back down on the table and dabbed at the corners of her mouth with a napkin to be sure no stray drops of wine were there. "Ah yes, I'm sure she'd have a few...words...for him. Among other things," she said in amusement. "Have to give the waiter credit for not having a heart attack."
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Post by Evangeline Delacroix on Sept 23, 2012 5:55:29 GMT
Dodend chuckled softly, "They would be... sharp words no doubt.", he sipped at his green tea and gave a small smirk, "I think we frightened the heart attack out of him earlier when he pulled out the chair for you my love."
The waiter returned with an order pad and a small team of cleaners set about mopping up blood puddles and packing 'Ems' body into a plastic drum on wheels. "Are you ready to order, or would you like a few more minutes?"
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Post by Flamina Sujianla Uilyevr on Sept 23, 2012 6:05:17 GMT
"Pasta, pepper sauce. Make it spicy," Sandine said. She flashed him a flirty smile along with a half-lidded gaze. When she got the waiter sweating bullets her smile shifted to a smirk and she returned attention to Dodend. "Perhaps," she replied. "I'll enjoy toying with him."
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Post by Evangeline Delacroix on Sept 23, 2012 6:11:46 GMT
Dodend smirked and gave Sandine a wink, "Do you serve human meat here waiter?", he asked cooly, as though butter wouldn't melt. The waiter blinked, "um... No sir, I don't think we do... Would you um... Like for me to ask the chef?", he fixed his tie nervously. "No need, I'll settle for beef. Serve me the cheeks and the midline of the left of it's throat. Cooked rare."
"As you wish sir.", he noted it down and did his best not to run from the table.
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Post by Flamina Sujianla Uilyevr on Sept 23, 2012 6:13:20 GMT
She held a hand in front of her mouth and stifled a giggle as the waiter wandered off. "Oh my gosh, did you see his face?" She laughed. "The colour drained so much I thought he might faint. 'Human meat' though, really? Are you enjoying being melodramatic my love?"
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Post by Evangeline Delacroix on Sept 23, 2012 6:16:59 GMT
"Well I like the look on people's faces when they think I want them served to me on a silver platter with vegetables on the side with a bed of lettuce.", Dodend smiled at Sandine, "But you and I both know there's only one person's flesh I like on my lips.", he gently lifted her hand to his mouth and kissed, "Mmm, delicious."
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