Technologists Under Fire - RPLOG
From Rusted Promises
Participants
Date
4/1/480
Log
It is warm and breezy by the docks today, and the quay is busy. Beings of all shapes and sizes go about their business along the waterfront. A black fox sits alone at a table at a small cafe, obviously waiting for someone or something. His dark hair is tied back neatly and his long, black coat is perfectly pressed. He does not seem to be the least bit bothered by the heat, despite his choice of apparel.
Fayrmune walks along the dock area, looking left and right for someone. She is wearing some chain armor and has a katana sheathed at one hip and a shorter but similar blade on her other hip. Though the jackaless is visibly pregnant, she seems prepared to take on the advertised job anyway.
Elizabeth is in her typical trenchcoat and has a breast plate strapped to her chest. A musket and a greatsword rest crossed on her back as she walks along the water. Her eyebrows rise as she reaches the fox and she crosses her arms. "You the guy?"
The black fox watches the shark and jackal approach with, not exactly a frown, more like the hint that there might be a frown in the future on his face. "I knew that the Freeswords were short handed lately," he says in a smooth, aristocratic voice, "But I hope you won't take it amiss when I say that I had hoped for a better turn out." His eyes drift to Fayrmune's blatant pregnancy. "Are you two sure you are up to this?"
"Of course! Why wouldn't we be?", Fay says, answering for the both of them. She shoots a grin to the shark next to her. "I might be a lady, but I can play rough when it is necessary!"
Elizabeth tilts her head. "I have been fighting bad guys for years, thank you very much. Although I only recently started doing it privately." She pauses and frowns. "They -are- bad guys, right? You are not sending us to beat up some innocent folks for your gain, yes?"
The fox lifts an eyebrow at Elizabeth. "Creators, you meatheads have short memories," he sighs, "No, I don't expect you to mug children for their lunch money. I am still after the technologists. Just like before. I only hope that you will prove more usefull today than you did last time I paid for a cadre of Freeswords." He nods toward an alleyway leading deeper into the maritime district. "There is an old warehouse at the end of that street," he says, "In the cellar of said warehouse is an item that I should like to see out of the hands of the technologists who currently own the place. All I need from the two of you is to see to it that the guards inside are all removed. One way or another. You get them all out of the warehouse for ten minutes and I will see to it you are rewarded handsomely. Do it however you like." He looks between the two beings. "Questions?"
"Questions, questions... hmm.", Fay mutters as she thinks. "Do you have an estimate on how many guards we will encounter?", she finally asks, tail swaying as she thinks of more questions.
Elizabeth squints at the fox. "I did not recognize you, but if you see fit to insult me, I can leave and lend my aid to someone who will appreciate it more." She twitches her snout. "Would be a shame, clearing out places is a speciality of mine."
"At least two and no more than twenty," the fox answers Fayrmune before turning an inscrutable gaze on Elizabeth. "Let me be quite clear," he says, "I. Don't. Need. You. I choose to support establishments like the guild and I like to find talent where I can. Don't think for a second that you are doing me a favor. I will pay you for your services, in spite of your inability to perform in the past, ONLY because I can see that you are more suited to this one. I don't mean it as an insult, but you may think of it as a critique of your past work for me." The fox waves to a waiter from the cafe. "Please," he says, "Don't let me detain you."
Fayrmune opens her mouth to ask something else when the fox starts rattling off on the shark. "Well, clearly I missed an earlier job, no?", she asks. "Well I am still up for the job either way.", she says, putting her hands on her hips.
Elizabeth turns her snout up a little. "It is not my fault me and that small guy who actually got into the building where the only competent mercenaries you had for that job. But, as, like you just said, you clearly have no need for me, I will be on my way. You would not even be able to pay me enough to work for someone with such a ghastly attitude as yourself." The shark turns on her heels and raises her hand, the back of it towards the fox, for a motionless wave, before leaving.
Just as Elizabeth leaves, a somewhat short monkey, dressed in a pink tunic is breaking her sprint as she reaches the gathering, looking back at the shark. "Am I late? I am late. Hello. Am I too late?"
"Well," says the fox, accepting a cup from the waiter, along with all the trimmings for coffee, "Wasn't she unpleasant?" He sips from his cup and looks up at Natrika. "I suppose we are in luck," he says dryly, "Another Freesword has arrived. I have already explained this little endeavor once, but in the interest of moving things along, I have a warehouse full of thugs that I want to see emptied of thugs at the end of that alleyway. Hop to."
The jackaless gives a salute. "Aye aye!", she says with a grin. "Cmon, sounds like he wants this done snap snap!", she says to the newcomer. Fay clasps the monkey's hand and starts to pull them along. "I'm Fay by the way!", she says to Natrika. "Might as well introduce each other since we'll be working together at least for the next little bit!"
Natrika stumbles along on her bare hand-feet as the jackal pull her along. "W-whoa. I am Natrika, and yes, seems so - you can call me Nat, by the way. Is this kinda work always so fast paced?" With her free hand, the monkey retrieves the large staff from her back and readies it, while still being dragged along.
As soon as the pair enter the long alleyway, the hustle and bustle of the port starts to rapidly diminish. Crates and assorted bins line the seldom trafficked lane with its assorted branches leading to the backs and sides of various businesses along the docks. The alley comes to an end at a quiet side street and a squat, wide warehouse sits across the way. There is no gate or wall around the building, but a pair of huge beings stand guard in front of the wide cargo doors, looking alert. Both are heavy clan bears that look like they could be twins.
Fayrmune stops before emerging completely from the alleyway and looks out form behind some cover at the guards. "Well, I don't think there is much sense in being stealthy since the job indicates we need to remove all of the guards.", Fay says. "What are your thoughts before we begin?", she asks Nat.
Natrika scratches her head with the tip of the staff. "'pose we should just take these out while they are split from those on the inside. If they call for aid, the alleyway will prevent them from surrounding or swarming us, yes?"
"Mmm, yeah that seems reasonable.", the jackaless says as she unsheathes her katana from her side. "Shall we then?", she asks, gripping the long sword in two hands. "Onward!", she cries, leaping out and charging towards the two guards at a surprising speed for a mother-to-be.
