Never Play(ed) Fair: The Goodtime Gang

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Re: Never Play(ed) Fair: The Goodtime Gang

Post by Haneul » Sat Sep 06, 2014 9:51 pm

Those goons were really just too stupid for this world. Probably the only reason why they stuck with Andras. Too few brain cells to make any decisions of their own or to realise when they were being insulted. How the guard could possibly work with people like that she did not fully understand, though she assumed it spoke to his need for an ego boost. If the boys didn’t understand what he said and didn’t have a brain to consider revolting, he could feel like a king in their presence.

Ah, the little pleasures in life.

Haneul’s eyes narrowed when Andras ordered her to grab the bag and she was seriously considering ignoring his words but since he probably wouldn’t even have noticed what with his ranting at the idiots, she snatched it after a few moments and walked over to their little party.

“Here.” She held the bag out to the guys Andras had just designated to play pack mules. “Might as well wrap him up to your own satisfaction so you’re not accidentally hurting your backs when carrying him.” Obviously her tone of voice carried none of the concern her words seemed to display.

Her fingers slowly let go of the bag, letting it drop towards the floor for them to pick up if they were too silly to snatch it up at first invitation. She was not going to get her hands dirty with this. Slave trade was not her business and never would be. And just because she had tagged along because Shanuri hadn’t left her much of a choice didn’t mean that she was going to do anything. Hell no. Their dirty work was their problem.

The Eyropan deserved some of her pity but she wasn’t going to say it out loud. That the man had pissed himself was even more proof of the misery that currently seemed to be his life. Not that she condoned drinking in an attempt to solve problems, but she understood what it was like to be in a strange land without an inkling of a clue where to go. He didn’t deserve this fate. Yet there was nothing she could do about it. Even if the situation had been different, she might not have done anything. People dug their own graves. People made their own decisions, one way or another, no matter the influence by outside sources.

It made her wonder what some of Andras’ decisions had been. She didn’t know much. Too little actually. Research was definitely in order.
And aaaaaargh, her magic was slowly growing from a gently nudge to an itch she needed to scratch. Soon!

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Re: Never Play(ed) Fair: The Goodtime Gang

Post by Andras » Tue Sep 09, 2014 7:30 pm

When Andras’ large hands wrapped around the Eyropan’s ankles, the titres eagerly held the bag wide open. After moments of steadily pushing various parts of his legs into the bag. Andras took a step back to grab behind his shoulders. With a heft, Andras lifted him up as the titres worked to keep the bag wide open. Idiots they might be, but no one could question their practiced skill when it came to kidnapping. They let gravity to the work as the Eyropan slid into the bag.

“You two know where to take him.” Andras said, waving a hand dismissively. The two lugged their captive over their shoulder and started marching off. The other objects Andras had stuffed into the bag blurred its human outline. It might not fool everybody, but anyone with an eye experienced enough to detect the human form beneath probably wasn’t about to go running to the guard. They hadn’t run into any trouble so far. “The others should be done by now. I bet you each ten bishani Gatchey’s the one who figured out our supplier.”

The titre at the rear smiled back at Andras, halting their progress before leaving the alleyway. Gatchey was always the titre who managed to drag up the needed information, and they knew it. “I aint takin’ those odds.”

Andras’ response was loaded with sarcasm. “Smart man.”

Watching them round the corner into the street, Andras’ posture was proud and straight. Both hands were on his hips, his barrel chest proudly pushed outwards.

“They grow up so fast.” he said, ridicule in his voice as he wiped a mock tear from his eye. “Well, just you and me again, guard dog.”

His head turned swiftly to look over his shoulder. His foot followed, making a rough scraping sound against the pebbles as he spun to glower. Narrowed eyes were the defining trait of his features, suspicious and cruel. “Let’s talk shop as we walk, hmm?”

He stalked off down the alleyway, expecting her to follow. They were on their way to Gatchey’s to learn about the supplier, but there was something he wanted off his chest before dealing with that. His voice low, muted, and cold, far removed from his usual boisterousness, he told her, “I know the real reason you are in the cell.”

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Re: Never Play(ed) Fair: The Goodtime Gang

Post by Haneul » Tue Sep 09, 2014 7:48 pm

She considered it. She seriously considered it. But slamming a wave of magic into Andras’ mocking face wasn’t going to be a lasting satisfaction and it would only make their so-called work relationship worse than it already was. Looking at him as he stood oh so proudly before her, she wanted to gag. And wiped that goddamn arrogant look off of his smug face.

He could glower at her all he wanted; she wasn’t going to cower if that was the response he was expecting. If he wanted bad, she would give it to him. But the timing was not yet right.

When he finally started walking to their next destination, which would this time hopefully be the correct one; the one that would provide them with the information they needed to make the cell’s plan progress. This little detour had been a waste of time.

Andras’ words were surprising because she hadn’t expected him to actually talk to her other than to try and insult her. Their content was all the more surprising. Giving nothing away nothing, she replied dryly: “Do you now.”

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Post by Andras » Tue Sep 09, 2014 8:29 pm

Andras gradually slowed down his walking pace, remaining quiet. It was only when he stood shoulder to shoulder with Haneul that he finally told her, his voice still carrying that uncharacteristic muted quality, “If we ever fail? It’s your job to slaughter us to the last.”

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Post by Haneul » Tue Sep 09, 2014 8:44 pm

Haneul had slowed her pace alongside the guard, wondering why this seemed to suddenly appear very important to him. What was going through that weirdly wired brain of his that made him unexpectedly talk to her in a somewhat normal fashion.

His statement, slightly phrased as a question, made her smile, almost, underneath her hood. She contemplated what to say, or whether she should quite simply come up with some sort of excuse to change the topic, but in the end, they both knew that whatever she said he wasn’t going to let go of this conclusion of his. If he hadn’t really put some serious thought into this, he wouldn’t have brought it up. Andras might say many things as the days progressed, but not all of it was bullshit. This was one of those occasions where she would take him seriously.

“What makes you say that?” she finally asked, fixing her gaze on him, not dismissing his words but not confirming them either. Before she granted him an actual answer, she wanted to know what had lead him to say this. It would certainly prove interesting. Maybe even useful.

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Re: Never Play(ed) Fair: The Goodtime Gang

Post by Andras » Tue Sep 09, 2014 9:14 pm

As she responded, Andras’ right arm was tense. Itching for blood. When he had slowed to stand beside her, it had not been an act of drama. He had placed himself such that his right hand was within easy striking distance.

Her mild reaction saw his limb fractionally relax. Assuming he was right, she was too professional, or in Andras’ opinion too rigid and dim-witted, to act out of turn. Good.

He wasn’t quite as dumb as they thought he was. Continuing to prove this, he explained his deduction, “We are a cell about espionage. Wet work. So when I was told we had a powerful sorceress in with us, I knew something was up. Lo and behold, you’re damn well useless. Just as I suspected.”

He turned to her. “Shanuri provides a front. Aurelio provides contacts and resources, and the underworld flows through me. Ivone is a pretty face. You? You sit in a corner, surrounded by darkness, and sulk. You can’t provide us with a single damn thing, because everything you can do is damn well obvious.”

He narrowed his eyes again and glared at her. “So why would paragon leave a powerful, but noticeable witch in a group which relies on secrecy to operate?”

He pointed his left hand at her, keeping his right near his sheathed dagger. It rattled against the metal lining of his belt. “We were told you were in paragon to hold off battlemages. But if a battlemage is banging down our doors, we’ve already lost. People know who we are, people with power and resources. None of us can operate with our identities revealed. Which means we cease being a resource to our little organization and start being a liability.”

His glare was unrelenting. “Which is where I figure you must come in. You alone have never lived in Marn, you’ve got no stake in our battles and no connections to risk alienating. Maybe you can handle one of Marn’s finest, but I doubt you can handle two of them. Or one and a dozen trained guardsmen.” He smirked, “And so your job is to hold them off instead. Hold them off, while each of us is eliminated rather than captured. Only a mage could ensure that many deaths that quickly. And when you wash the blood from your hands, you can just run off to Tian Xia, back to whichever yellow bastard put you here. Well beyond Marn’s jurisdiction, too far to cause problems for Paragon in the future, and the government doesn’t get any information from their costly victory.”

He turned to her and stopped. He crossed his arms and adopted a smug, if grim, smile. “We’re almost there. I’d ask if I was on the mark, but I already know I am.” His noise wrinkled as if he were disgusted by her. “Anything you want to add? Come on, deny it. I dare you to try.”

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Re: Never Play(ed) Fair: The Goodtime Gang

Post by Haneul » Mon Sep 15, 2014 7:26 pm

She listened to him almost with rapt attention, a small, only slightly mocking, smile playing around the corners of her lips. The arguments the guard developed were worth listening to, worth contemplating. From his point of view, it all fit together nicely and it indeed made sense when it was all put together like that.

And while it pained her to admit it, his reasoning was actually quite good. Haneul kept her eyes on Andras’ face while he talked. The man really was much more intelligent than he sometimes let on and he had just proven this once again. Why couldn’t he always be like this rather than put on this annoying, supposedly tough face. It really made sense when put like that.

She hmmed for a bit, contemplating whether she should throw a few insults in his face, despite his show of working brain cells, for calling her useless, but decided against it. There was something in her position within their group which he hadn’t quite understood however, but she was not about to start explaining it to him. There was no point in trying to make him understand something he did not want to understand. Nor was there any point in taking the bait he was dangling in front of her. Oh, there was a lot she could have told him, a lot she could have explained but he wouldn’t accept anything from her anyway, and she wasn’t willing to waste her breath on him.

One thing was for certain however. If he really perceived her as so terribly weak, then the charms she was using were definitely worth the bishani she had paid for them. Of course there was also the possibility that he was just completely ignorant as far as magic was concerned. Then again… Haneul cocked her head to the side as she contemplated him, while he kept talking a while longer. Was there…

No. She dismissed the thought as quickly as it had surfaced.

“Do I have something to add? No, I do not. I think you’ve spoken enough for the both of us.” Motioning towards where they were headed, she continued: “Are we done now? Can we move on and do what we actually need to be doing? Or do you have any more theories you’d like to talk at someone?”

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Post by Andras » Tue Sep 23, 2014 10:54 pm

With narrowed eyes and a cruel scowl upon his lips, Andras glowered at the woman standing across from him. His finger brushed the leather bound grip of Lavelle’s serpentine dagger, but only for a moment. With a flick of his fingers, he sent the weapon’s sheathed point twirling upwards until it hit a metal plate on his belt, where it bounced off with a distinctive clack.

“No more words then. For now.” He said, making certain his meaning clear. Maybe she didn’t think he could do it, but wizards still needed to sleep. He was two steps ahead of her, and the moment the witch planned to try something would turn out to be the moment she had perished the night before. He would see to it because he was the only one with the balls, both figurative and literal, to pull it off. And yes, his train of thought had accounted for Aurelio’s drastically less masculine presence in the cell.

He wanted to add more for the sake of flaunting his perceived power over her, but uncomfortably realized that doing so would contradict what he had just said. He scowled with impotent frustration, sadly indistinguishable from his default expression. His feet crushed the dirt beneath his feet as he stormed up the hill.

The moment the titres saw him, a thundercloud of expression working its way up the road, they nervously backed off. Happy survival in the titre gang required understanding that Andras’ bad days could easily become theirs if they found themselves underfoot when his temper was acting up. Tellingly, none of them were so dull as to ask about the subject of his ire, even the three or so whose droopy faces bore the telltale signs of recent drug use.

“Gatchey? Show your damn fool face already.” Andras scowled through the meager crowd of eight or so titres. The gang made slight taunting noises, but were uncharacteristically quiet about it lest Andras’ wrath be vented on them rather than the poor fellow he had asked for.

“’Course boss.” A rough voice came from inside the shack that served as their meager outpost. After his hand appeared on the edge of the doorway and his head poked out, a fair bit more groomed than his companions, he continued. “Fargo usually gets his supplied from an unfortunate feller named Dum.”

Andras blinked. The sheer absurdity of somebody being named Dum astounded him out of his fury. “You’re fucking with me.”

“I wish. He’s not the brightest crook so he’d be easy to make contact with. He’s only supplying somebody like Fargo because his stepbrother has connections. We can go see him now, if you’d like.”

“This is why I never have hurt you, Gatchey. You get me results. Seigar, Trajov, and whoever else wants to are coming with.” He then scandalized his troupe by rolling his head over his shoulder and addressing Haneul. “Offer’s open to you too, princess.”

Of course, they both knew she was under orders to follow him around.

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Post by Haneul » Sat Sep 27, 2014 3:12 pm

It wasn’t without a hint of amusement that Haneul noticed the way Andras was storming away ahead of her or the way his titres crouched away, hoping to disappear in the shadows so that he would not see them and thus not ease up his temper on them. Had she struck a nerve? D’aw, she almost felt sorry for him, so easily annoyed at her.
Not that she was one to talk. Andras could get under her skin quicker than most anyone else and she despised him for it, but she wasn’t going to show him. Well, not too openly anyway.

“Why thank you,” Haneul replied, hinting at a curtsey when Andras oh so graciously allowed her to come along. The words dripped with sarcasm but most of his silly little boys weren’t going to pick up on it. Maybe Gatchey, that one seemed to have a few more brain cells than most of the others. Andras would notice it and that was the only thing that counted. If he wanted to play games for the titres, then so be it. They were too easily fooled and they weren’t worth troubling herself over. Even if over half of them thought she would spread her legs for just anyone.


The name of the supplier really was appropriate. From what she had picked up in the course of her travels, the word definitely fit this so-called supplier. How he had remained in business, especially with someone like Fargo, she could not understand. And this despite his family connection making things a little easier for him. Somewhere else someone would most likely have already had him have an accident. Haneul only hoped that this wasn’t going to get them into trouble or end badly.

When his boys weren’t paying attention, Haneul snuck closer to Andras, leaning in almost lovingly – in case someone did watch them after all – so she could whisper in his ear. “This guy? Really?” It was clear that she did not approve of Dum, though if he actually was the only one with access to Fargo, they would have to make do with it but she didn’t feel comfortable about such a seemingly incompetent man.

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Post by Andras » Thu Oct 09, 2014 6:50 pm

“Unless you think you can find a better option, keep your trap shut,” Andras responded, not bothering to lower his voice in the slightest. His gang knew when they should and shouldn’t hear something. “I just hope he isn’t connected well enough to recognize me as an Oslun.”

He privately mused that he might be just fine with that. It had been too long since he had been shown proper respect. His titres respected him, but he knew that was only because he was the strongest. The respect he wanted was that which was due to one of his undeniably higher standing.

The titres followed behind, oblivious to his thoughts. Nothing new there. One of them eventually spoke up, “Here we are, boss.”

They were standing outside a nondescript house at the edge of Marn proper. A couple of his newer titres glanced around nervously, a couple even going so far as to bunch up together like a flock of sheep. This wasn’t their element. Andras might have sympathized if the word was in his vocabulary.

He raised his weighty fist up to the heavy wooden door and knocked three times, each with enough force to rattle the whole frame.

“Come on around back!” A voice shouted from behind the building. It was rough and cracked, but didn’t carry any particular power with it. Andras glanced back over his following before shrugging. He trudged over to the side of the building. There was a long alleyway created by the buildings, but on Dum’s side it eventually gave way to a tall fence. The tops were high and pointed, so much so that even Andras could not see over it. It was likely Dum didn’t want anyone to see whatever brewery equipment he had set up back there.

The fence’s gate was left slightly ajar and plainly visible. There was nothing to be done but walk down and talk to the man. “I take it you’re Dum?” Andras asked, putting his fingers on the handle. There was an unmistakably feminine laugh from the other side of the fence.

Dum released a sigh loud enough to hear all the way across the backyard. “It’s pronounced Duam.”

“…’Course it is.” Andras muttered after a moment’s hesitation. He pulled the fence open, nearly smacking Haneul with it.

His jaw dropped, then closed again. Duam was an unremarkable man with short, dark brown hair a face consumed by heavy, sagging skin, but it was the woman beside him who his eyes fell upon. Attractive certainly, but the appeal of her features was offset by the prominent eye-patch she wore over her left eye. Her sole remaining eye was wide with surprise while her body was rigid with fear.

“Oh shit.” She said simply.

“Lavelle.” Andras replied. His voice was uncharacteristically calm, but his chest heaved as his breathing picked up. His fingers curled and uncurled as he made fists. As his feet carried him forwards, he felt as if he were simply floating across the distance between them. “Been a while.”

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Post by Haneul » Wed Nov 19, 2014 8:31 pm

So he feared he might be recognised, Haneul mused, not quite pleased with that kind of thinking but alas, they would have to deal should that happen. That was the beauty sometimes of being an outsider. People didn’t recognise you and didn’t make connections they shouldn’t be making.

Following closely behind Andras, the bastard almost slammed the fence into her when they had made their way around towards the back of the house. She was going to get back at him, big time, but not yet, not just yet. Her fingers itched as she blocked the fence from smacking her before following Andras into the yard.
Duam was really not much to behold and she wondered how often people considered him to be invisible or incompetent. He was the kind of man to easily blend into the background and be quickly forgotten again.

‘Lavelle’? Haneul cocked her head a little, finally taking in the woman by Dum’s side. She had heard the name, had heard the story and the rumours about her involvement with Andras but she hadn’t been sure whether the woman was still active or not. There had been a few too many rumours for her to weed through so far. Besides, Lavelle hadn’t seemed the kind of person to take a larger interest in, seeing that she wasn’t directly involved with her group – as far as she knew. Looked like she had made an error of judgement as far as the woman was concerned, and Haneul was going to make sure that mistake would be rectified. She was not pleased.

When she took in Andras’ posture however and the way he walked towards the woman, couple with her fear, Haneul wanted to shake her head. So much for not getting into trouble. So much for this supposedly being a piece of cake.

Sidling up to Andras, grabbing his sword hand in hers, she squeezed, hard. “Ooh old acquaintances,” she purred in a sweet voice that belied the apprehension that was starting to build inside her, “you must have so much to catch up on! Later!” The barely audible ‘later’ was added in a low hiss, for Andras’ benefit, which he would hopefully take as his cue to snap out of it. Her nails dug in in silent warning for him not to do anything stupid. She would use magic if there was no other way but she’d rather not draw attention to herself more than she was already doing, hanging off his arm.

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Post by Andras » Thu Nov 27, 2014 9:21 am

Andras stopped at the touch on his arm, but it was nothing more than reflexive habit. His eyes never left the girl in front of him. They were in a stalemate of sorts, neither one making a move. He was a hunter and she was his prey, afraid to move for fear of triggering action.

The gentle stalemate was broken as Haneul’s words gradually wormed their way into his head. Furious, white hot rage boiled inside him. The deep freeze over the scene thawed, slowly at first, as his facial features contorted. His hand curled into a fist and rocketed skyward, hurtling Haneul with hardly an effort. He hardly paid attention to her collision with the weed-covered ground, because Lavelle had already taken advantage of the situation. She had darted for the opposite side of the yard. There wasn’t a gate, but he could already tell she was planning to kick off the building and leap.

His dagger, which formerly belonged to the woman he now pursued, came grinding from its sheath as he began his charge. With a powerful gait born of athletic training he closed in quickly, but she had a commanding lead. Haneul’s stalling had cost him a few too many precious seconds. By the time he reached the corner she was out of sight. Being tall enough, he simply reached his bearlike arms up and over, yanking himself up to watch as the rat ran.

He howled after her, spitting a string of curses while baring as much teeth as he could. Beyond reason, Andras had become something less than human. As if to excise this fell mood, his knife sliced through the air sideways until it hit the stone of the house. The impotent displacement did little good, but at least brought him back to a realm of relative sanity.

Dum, to his credit, had handled it all rather well. His eyes were wide with fear, but he hadn’t moved an inch from his first location; his arms had even remained crossed for the entire exchange. As Andras swore his way back across the yard, Dum took a step to the side and said simply, in a voice that did not shake or quiver, “Well. I admit that was unexpected.”

“The fuck do you know about her?” Andras snapped, his head jerking to glare at the other man. He violently shoved the dagger back into his sheath. It was a small miracle he didn’t stab himself, moving with such haste.

Without wasting any time haggling over the information, Dum volunteered, “Very little. She’s a new buyer. I’ll tell you everything I can, no need for anything drastic.”

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Post by Haneul » Thu Nov 27, 2014 12:30 pm

What happened next, Haneul should have expected, but sort of didn’t, much to her dismay. It had been quite a while since she’d had to deal with someone as explosive as Andras, who was clearly ruled by emotions more than anything else.

She was already on the ground before his action had fully registered in her brain but the speed of the whole incident and the fact that it was partially her own fault didn’t do anything to diminish the rage that suddenly exploded inside her; quite the contrary. Her magic was scratching, almost forcefully demanding its release and she almost, very nearly gave in and sent it on the hunt.

It was only when Andras was swearing and spitting insults all over the place that she realised he had lost the girl. Good thing, too. If he had killed her on the premises, it would have reflected very badly not only on the two of them but on the ones they were working for. While Shanuri might not take extreme action after such a blunder, somebody higher up just might.

Shaking from the effort to rein in her instincts, Haneul took an almost sadistic pleasure in the livid expression on Andras’ face. ‘Serves him right’, she thought, the hatred obvious on her face, which was mostly visible now as the hood had slipped off during her fall. There were shadows dancing around the corners of her eyes, slipping in and out of hiding from underneath the curtain of her hair. Her control was still not completely back in place and she was itching to take him on, right there and then, and teach him a lesson on why it was a bad idea to piss off a powerful magician.

It was only when Dum spoke up that she managed to swallow it all and focus her attention back on the task. Getting up in one graceful motion, she proceeded to casually brush off her pants as though this happened on a regular basis.

“You can tell us all about her after we’ve concluded our own business,” she replied before Andras could open his mouth. The man in question received another one of her glares, one that dared him to challenge her on this, dared him to say that his personal business was more important than Paragon’s. “If we have time,” she added, her voice all pleasant-like again without betraying the raging emotions on the inside. She neither said nor did anything else, besides pulling her hood back up, leaving the drug dealing to Andras as it was his job and she was supposedly only there for decorative measures.

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Post by Andras » Sun Dec 14, 2014 5:57 am

Andras was sorely tempted to punch the witch. A good fist to the face would do her some good, let her know where she belonged in their pecking order. He had invited her along on this misadventure for just that reason, after all. This was now a matter of pride. He’d get back at her one day. And it would be soon.

After a look that contained enough venom to kill an elephant, he tore his eyes from the witch and looked at Dum. Curiously enough, Dum was also watching Haneul. Teonidus alone knew what he was looking for, but if he was entertaining the notion that Haneul had any sort of importance in his operation he felt more than obligated to correct that mistake.

Fortunately for all involved, this meant he had to bring the conversation back to its original topic. He put a hand on Dum’s shoulder and growled into the other man’s ear, “Heroin, the party. Fuck.” He broke off into a short tangent of cursing again until his blinding emotions were brought back under something resembling control.

He spat on the ground, notably aiming for Haneul’s feet. “Look, I’m not going to bullshit around here. I’ve got a rat to catch that will take up my fucking time. So I hear there is a party starting up run by Fargo. Don’t ask how I know, I have sources.” Dum did not have any serious reaction; he was as unflinching as a slab of steel before Andras’ brutish onslaught. His attention was turned from scutinizing Haneul, a fact in which Andras took petty pride while remaining blind to the dangers of recognition which he had espoused just moments ago. “You sell to Fargo. I want to get in the man’s good books as a dealer. I don’t know how much cooking you do back here but it probably isn’t enough, which is why we’re here. So you’ll take my cheap import heroin and sell it to Fargo, and a couple months down the damn line you mention my name. Got it?”

Dum didn’t hesitate. “Of course.”

Too easy. Andras’ eyes narrowed. This one would need to be watched. He started to negotiate pricing, ignoring Haneul as much as possible. The more ignored and useless she felt, the better. He even accidentally kicked up a storm of dirt during one particularly heated discussion which just so happened to send a spray of soil across her shoes.

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Post by Haneul » Thu Jan 08, 2015 9:16 pm

Without batting an eyelid, Haneul ignored Andras’ venomous stares, as well as the string of colourful expressions that left his mouth shortly afterwards when he was explaining their business to Dum. She also didn’t flinch or give any noticeable reaction when Andras spat on the ground, only barely missing her feet – most likely to make some kind of point that probably seemed very important to that weirdly wired brain of his.

Haneul was still fighting the raging torrent of murderous thoughts in her mind but at least she had the magic under control, on a very thin string maybe, but still.
What Haneul did react to was when Dum finally turned his attention away from her and she turned her own attention to the latter and away from her so-called partner. He had looked at her too intently and for too long. And then he was suddenly instantly agreeing to Andras’ plan.

Haneul’s expression mirrored the guard’s when his eyes narrowed. Her gaze was glued to the drugdealer and she couldn’t help but wonder what his game was. Had someone else beat them to the punch? Was something else going down that the two of them had no knowledge of? The other option was that Andras had just royally screwed up and given himself away but she wasn’t going to mention that unless she could serve it to someone important as a nice mouthful on a silver platter when the time was right. Or was she just being a little paranoid again? Though Andras seemed to think along the same lines. Then again, he was probably more than just a little paranoid himself.

Nevertheless, when the two of them began various negotiations and detailing, Haneul couldn’t help but move so that Dum was positioned between the two of them. For her, it didn’t matter where she stood to work her magic but it made more of an impression. These movements, people noticed. Magic was invisible, and that wasn’t suitable for this situation.

Maybe she was just overdoing it, but she didn’t care. If it cramped Andras’ style, all the better. His petty little child-games... They were bugging her to no end and yet, she couldn’t help but retaliate in the same fashion. Her boots were now even more dirty after his latest little frustrated gesture. Though once again she didn’t react.

From Dum, her eyes moved to Andras though. Whether they liked each other or not, they had to work together and they suddenly needed to be more careful here. Dum was no mage but he had a couple of aces up his sleeve, of that she was sure. What remained to be seen was what those aces were. Maybe Andras knew something more?

Other than the escaped woman, there seemed to be no one else around however, or at least nobody that Haneul could see, so at least they weren’t observed or, worse, ambushed. When her attention moved back to Dum, she frowned. The man did not in the leas react to his sandwiched position. Was he this used to it? Or did he have nothing to hide? Well, nothing besides the usual most likely.

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