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Post by mero on Dec 2, 2010 1:23:57 GMT -5
The men didn't dare follow... for now. After all she happened to be holding a gun with Darin. That gave her leverage, a hostage. If they pushed her to much how were they to know that she wouldn't just kill him? Sure, she probably wouldn't just rough him up a bit, but they didn't know that.
Merfonde continued to lead him off in the direction, never saying a single word to him until they were in the crowd once more, if only because he'd spoken earlier but never bothered to give a response before now. Her gun was hidden once more, but now Darin knew she was armed, and if he was smart he'd realize that it wasn't her only weapon on her. "We lose them, obviously." She knew they'd follow. It was the smart thing to do. They didn't want to lose Darin after all. And if they could avoid paying the new amount maybe they could make it up to the Duke.
She lead him down the streets and into a specific motel, ignoring everyone she passed and directing him to a specific room. She pulled a card out from her pocket, the room's key obviously, and got the door open. With out any hesitation she pushed him in before wandering to the luggage on the bed. It's contents obviously weren't the average tourists though... When she unzipped the top it was full of things you obviously expected of a Mercenary. Obviously there was a lot of fire power. Guns, ammunition, grenades, but there was also plenty of tech that even he wouldn't recognize, but instantly know what it was for. Firepower only went so far when dealing with mutants. And sometimes it wouldn't work at all. Bounty Hunters had to be able to handle those mutants, and that meant they had to have gear designed to deal with them. Under the weaponry though were regular clothes as well, she couldn't exactly keep the same clothes on the entire trip after all!
Merfonde paused, realizing something very important and heading for the door, giving him a dark look before leaving. "Stay there. I'll know if you leave." And she would. How she wouldn't tell him. She left the room, and broke into the room across the hall, grabbing a pair of jeans and t-shirt from the occupants luggage. It was only thirty seconds before she was back, tossing the clothes at him and pointing at the bathroom. "Change into those. There probably a tracker on you, not to mention they'd recognize you instantly if you kept them the same."
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Post by darin on Dec 2, 2010 1:49:15 GMT -5
*Being shoved into a random motel room by a girl wasn't exactly the experiences that Darin was used to. He knew that it wasn't going to be anything bad. He was almost shocked when she left and brought back random cloths.*
Wont the owner of these...miss them?
*That was the only question that he dared to ask. He slowly walked to the mentioned area. Once in the bathroom he gave a heavy sigh and leaned against the door. What was he going to do now? True she was in charge, hopefully she would allow him to get his stuff. He also wanted to check into the item, but that wouldn't be safe. Just in case his father decided to pay the extra to have her get the item. Then she would for sure get to it. But he would deal with that later.*
So could I get my stuff sometime?
*He then took off his shirt, checking himself in the mirror to make sure there was nothing that they planted on him. He then checked his shirt. There it was. A tracker.*
Your pretty smart, I think I found one
*He then opened the door and threw out his shirt. He then closed and locked the door again. He took off his pants and did the same proses. Nothing. At least he thought so. He then changed into the other close and walked out. He dropped his pants next to the door. Then he moved to a chair and sat down.*
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Post by mero on Dec 2, 2010 2:19:39 GMT -5
Merfonde just shrugged as she rummaged through the bag. "Probably. I don't give a damn." More rummaging as she ignored him going in the bathroom and changing. When he spoke again though she sighed, as if annoyed he was bothering her again. "If you can carry it in an inconspicuous manner. We’re not staying here.” They had to move, and they couldn’t waste any time at all. Sure, if they stayed in one place she could control their environment but she was only one person. She could easily take out any of the Duke’s men, but everyone knew that when it came to War skill only took you so far, you needed a certain number of people to even be able to stand a chance. The Duke’s men could overwhelm her by sheer numbers.
She was really tearing apart the bag, digging out holsters and a backpack. A few daggers went around her wrists and forearms, ammunition and guns on her torso(under her tanktop), and legs. She then pulled on a thick black long sleeve shirt. It was much harder to tell she was armed with it, but if you knew she was, she could see the outlines. She didn’t stop there though, yanking on thin jacket to conceal the outlines the rest of the way.
“Just hurry, we don’t have much time. You don’t need to investigate your clothes, idiot.” She rolled her eyes, she was arming herself faster than he was changing for crying out loud! She was stuffing sever other objects into the backpack, obviously some of the ‘Mutant tech’, just in case, money, anything she might need. She had to take as much as she could with her, she didn’t want to leave anything that they could use there. It didn’t take long to realize one pack wouldn’t be enough. She didn’t want it so heavy it would slow her down. With a sigh she pulled out another backpack, filling it with more of the living essentials, like the money, passports, some paper, things that she’d trust him to carry. She wasn’t letting him near her tech after all, he was an energy sucker after all! You didn’t let them near your gear!
She tossed the ‘lesser’ important bag as Darin as he sat. “You carry that.” Everything was set, everything she needed was packed in the two bags, her gear in the pack she’d carry, the rest in the one he had. Reaching up, she pulled her hair back into a bun, tying it there with a hair band. “Come on, don’t just sit there.” She pulled her pack up onto her shoulders, grabbing his discarded shirt and jeans in one hand and slipping out the door, why she was taking them with her… Well she had to do something with them. They’d know he’d changed clothes if the tracker stopped moving, after all.
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Post by darin on Dec 2, 2010 12:35:39 GMT -5
*Darin sighed once again. He couldn't do anything right. The only reason he had to tag along was because she wanted her money. He observed the bag quickly before he picked it up. He swung it on his back and was ready to go. Once she spoke he stood up and followed her. He had no idea where they were going. He thought of the small room he had. Maybe they had already found it. It probably wouldn't be safe to go back. He would have to make due with relying on her. That wasn't bad. He just was used to being stubborn when the maids came in to wake him up, and the tell him of his schedule.*
*He didn't say anything else. He was just a screw up....she would dump him away if he wasn't a bag of money for her. Just face the truth...that's all you are to people. A bag of money or a suppressor. That's all you are...and ever will be. He didn't change his pace, in fear that he would get scolded again. He would follow her and see what would happen.*
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Post by mero on Dec 9, 2010 22:25:05 GMT -5
It wasn’t that she thought he couldn’t do anything right, it was more of she was in a rush and wanted everything done right and fast. Sadly the combination only made her seem like she was a she-devil, and going to bite someone’s head off. Which… Well being her, she just might! Considering how much firepower she had on her…
Of course, Merfonde realized she was being a complete jerk to him, but right now she didn’t have the time to really act any other way. Being polite would take to much time. Not to mention she was just naturally a… well Bitch! She wasn’t programmed to be nice. If only this guy could realize that. He probably just thought she hated him!
Merfonde lead him down the back hallways of the hotel, towards an exit that she knew wasn’t nearly as crowded as the main entrance. She didn’t bother saying anything to him, just glancing back every now and then to make sure he was still there. When her gaze wasn’t on him, it was searching the streets for.. something. Finally, she saw what she wanted. Someone loading boxes into a car. “Wait here.”
She stepped away from him, approaching the person and car with out being noticed. Waiting until their back was turned, she rushed forward, stuffing the jeans and shirt he’d been wearing earlier into the trunk, hidden behind the boxes, before bolting away, all with out the owner knowing. She returned to Darin’s side, motioning him to follow. “They’ll know you changed if the tracker stops moving. Hopefully they will be stupid enough to follow the car for a while.” She paused. “We need to get out of Paris, but with no destination. Otherwise they’ll be able to track us. Everything we do has to be unpredictable.” Why she was telling him… Well, maybe she was just making sure he knew what to expect. “If we hurry, we can stop for your things…” She glanced out of the corner of her eyes at him, her eyebrow raised, as if asking if he wanted to. Sure, there was a chance his fathers men knew of his apartment, but he did have her with him. And she was a trained mercenary after all. A bunch of untrained grunts didn’t stand a chance against her!
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Post by darin on Dec 13, 2010 18:29:52 GMT -5
*Darin did as she told and waited. It was rather clever to put his close in some car. He could just imagine those idiots actually falling for that trick and freaking out the owners. As she talked he listened, even though curious as to why she was telling him this, but it didn't matter now.*
*Nodding, getting his things would be a good thing, then he could get the item as well. They would still think he wouldn't have it on him, and they wouldn't be able to find it. And going to get his stuff would be the perfect alibi to get the item and a few other things.*
If it's not to much trouble.
*If there wasn't time then he would just keep going with the girl. He wore his masks well. Truelly he was concerned for the item, and that among that being a successor was the only other reason that his father wanted to pay for his return.*
So are you ever going to tell me how much that old man is paying for my safe return.
*He worded it as nicely as possible, but his true motive was to find out how much he was worth to his so called family.*
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Post by mero on Dec 13, 2010 22:13:26 GMT -5
“Lead the way then…”
Merfonde hadn’t bothered trying to locate his Apartment before now, preferring to tracking him on the streets, if only because she could blend in better there. She made a wide motion, emphasizing that they didn’t have all day, and the more time they wasted, the better the chances the men would find it before them… Or find them there.
When he questioned the price again, she sighed. “Why do you want to know so badly? Curiosity killed the Cat, after all…” She paused for only a moment, shaking her head. “It’s not what he offered me, It’s what the Order offered him. When he applied for a Bounty with them, they sent him a list of hunters with their credentials and price ranges depending on the job.” She paused yet again, wondering if she should continue or not. “For a capture and return… My price range is around a hundred K. Now, if he’d asked me to assassinate you, that’s anywhere from five to a mill.” Mero looked at him with a blank stare. “Stop trying to put a worth on yourself. The price isn’t how much you were worth. If it was, I could have gotten a lot more money. It’s what I’m worth.”
Mero fell silent for a few moments, staring off into space. “Curiosity satisfied?” A short pause, so short he wouldn’t be able to get a word in between each comment. “Now if you don’t mind me asking, why are you so set against your family?”
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Post by darin on Dec 13, 2010 22:59:00 GMT -5
*Darin started to walk towards the apartment that he had been living in. True the cat was killed from being curious, but it had to learn to be curious first, surviving other times as well, then getting killed. But that was just his logic. He let her speak. But he didn't listen all the way. Before he answered her question he got to the apartment walking into his room.*
*Nothing had changed. He only had a few changes of close with a few other things. He pulled off the backpack putting a few into the bag. He wondered around, seeing if he would need anything else. The goons would most likely collect the rest of his stuff. He didn't worry about that. He then turned to the bounty hunter and smiled, putting on a fake smile, like he always did when he was with other people.*
I'm done, we can go now.
*He didn't remember the last time that he had an actual smile. He didn't even know if he had a smile or not. The only thing he used was the mask that told people that he was happy. No one could tell his actual feelings.*
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Post by mero on Dec 15, 2010 14:42:39 GMT -5
His lack of interest really irked Merfonde. He’d asked a question, and then acted like he wasn’t even listening! That no good self centered brat! And then he didn’t even have the common courtesy to even acknowledge the question she’d asked! She was almost glaring as she stood in the doorway as he gathered what he needed. Ugh, men.
When he finished though, and gave her that forced, emotionless smile again, her frown deepened even more. “You are such a two faced liar.” She didn’t even bother watering it down at all. “With your fake smiles and force manners. You really think I care if you ‘look’ happy?” She was glaring now, hands planted on her hips. “What sort of person is so pathetic that they have to force emotions they aren’t feeling, just because they are so obsessed with their status …” Perhaps he might figure out why she was treating him so poorly, but unwilling to touch him in an aggressive manner. If she did, all those status obsessed indivuals would throw a fit, but she obviously despised nobles. Completely loathed them.
Merfonde turned on her heels with out another word, leading the way away from the building, taking him out a different entrance then the one they had entered. On the streets again, she lead the way to the nearest bus station.
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Post by darin on Dec 15, 2010 15:04:28 GMT -5
*All emotions left Darin's face when she spoke. It was true, he was just some spoild brat who thought that he could actually be normal for...once in his life.*
Your one of the first to say something like that. Not even my parents know when I'm faking my emotions.
*She was obviously not liking nobles, especially him. Or it was her training, to do a job right and good. He wasn't trained like that, so he was new to this entire thing. It wasn't his fault that he wasn't sure what he was doing, or how to act.*
And I'm not obsessed with my status. That's all people see of me, is just some heir.
*He wasn't trying to complain, but it did kid of sound like that. He knew that people had gone though much worse than him, but to he honest he would rather be just some kid than a noble. He hated to idea of nobility, and that they were always watched, like celebrities. It was aggravating how desperate the paparazzi could be. He just wanted a brake, to see what it was like to be normal for once in his miserable, pathetic life.*
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Post by mero on Dec 15, 2010 15:41:44 GMT -5
Merfonde smirked a little, rolling her eyes. "Yeah, well maybe everyone else is to afraid you'd have them locked up for treating you like the that." She glanced back at him out of the corner of her eyes. "You forget. My whole life, I've only been taught how to kill and read people. You think I can't see when someone is faking or lying?"
She returned to her walking, taking the less populated streets to get to the Bus station. The less people they encountered the better. Especially if his father's men tried to get him back without paying the rest. Her gaze wandered everywhere, keeping an eye on their surroundings.
"That's because you only see yourself as an heir." She didn't look back at him when she spoke. "You are obsessed with your status. It's all you ever think about, and you think that's all other people care about, that they are only close to you because you're in line for a Dukedom." She finally stopped, turning around so she could face him fully. "All you have ever done in your life is whine and complain about everything. The spotlights, the parties, the lessons." She was scowling even deeper then before.
Why she was chewing him out.... Well, it wouldn't be hard to guess when she finished lecturing him. "Have you even considered how blessed you've been? You've never once seen anything good about your life! All you've ever cared about was all the so called 'hardships'." Her hands were planted on her hips again. "You have no idea what the real world is like, and all you want is to be in it." A short pause. "You only care about the bounty price because you think that it'll prove your only worth so much to your farther. At least you have people that cared enough to have an expert come find you. That there are people that actually noticed you were gone." A short pause. “You have never worked a day in your life. Everything is just handed to you, and you expect real life to be easier?” Somehow, some way, she was making this far to personal.
Her gaze was dark. “Don’t go trying to tell me that your life is a miserable Hell, when all you’ve ever had to worry about is what outfit to wear to some stupid party. And the only bad thing that’s happened to you is a few embarrassing pictures taken by some desperate people.” Merfonde reached up to touch a white scar running across her own neck… From an attempted decapitation. “Get over yourself. You’re stupid pity party isn’t worth shit out here in the real world. Because guess what? Most people out here would kill to be like you.”
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