"The master will see you now," said a young girl in an absolutely perverted maid outfit. Alexandria had a look of disgust, but clearly this girl hated being in the outfit as well and the last thing Alex wanted was for the poor young girl to think Alex was judging her; so she flashed her a warm smile as she stood up from her seat and walked towards the main door.
"Thank you Denise," said the Sheriff. 'Poor girl.' She thought. She had an inkling the noble bastard was abusing her, and the second she saw Denise with a mark on her she was going to bust him. She didn't know how but she would. Fuck the consequences.
Pushing open the ridiculously oversized mahogany door, with equally ridiculous ornate designs of angels and demons and... all sorts of weird shit, including some kind of angel cherub baby thing? Every time Alex walked through this door she got the instant reminder that the head of the noble Yuteni family was, to put it bluntly, "fucking nutjob."
"What was that dear Alex?" Said the man, swivelling in a chair that only a giant man could sit in and not look like a child in daddy's chair, he turned to face Alex in-good god a fucking nightgown.
"Don't you think you should were some formal wear sir?" she said, her spite seeping into the air through her tight lips.
"Why? This is comfortable!" he bellowed, laughing and puffing on a pipe with his initials printed on it, GY, Gerald Yuteni.
"Sir you look ridiculous. Also I believe you are meant to be meeting with Du-"
"Heavens no!" he protested, interrupting her rudely, waving off her concern much to her annoyance. "It has been cancelled on account of dear Dio Basilio's betrothed being stolen from under him, well before she had a chance to get under him. Mmm yes, quite right." He puffed his pipe a few times and chuckled. Smoke filled the area around him, it would have filled the room-if it were not for the fact that the room was as big as her entire station. Fuck this decadence made her sick. The distance between them was so large they had to project their voices in order to be heard by one another, though the echo effect caused by the design of the room helped. "A devilish trap set by the dreaded Iron Maidens!"
"Iron Maidens? Huh." Replied Alex under her breath, not loud enough for him to hear but he could see her mouth move.
"What was that my dear?" he boomed.
"Nothing sir, just feel sorry for her." She knew little about Elizabeth Maribel other than a few newspaper articles and black and white runny photos that came off at your finger tips. As for the maidens, Alex contact with them once. She sussed it to their captain running background checks on what must have been a new member. She allowed the information to slip through the cracks, as this individual, in her eyes, would likely let them down just as he had let Alex down.
"Mmm, yes indeed. Why don't you come forward Alex I can barely hear you." he continued.
"I'd rather not sir, and I'd prefer you call me sheriff." said Alex with the ever so subtle venom in her tone.
Gerald laughed at her, coughing up smoke as he did so. "Oh Alex, Alex Alex Alex, dear Alex-"
"Don't call me dear sir." she shouted.
"Hmm ha ha," he chuckled, "sure, sure. Still why not come forwards Alexandra?"
"Its Alexandria. And I am fine where I stand, sir." she spoke the last word through gritted teeth.
He chuckled again. As wrong as it was a tiny piece of her brain wanted him to do something to that young girl, then she could arrest him or kill him or something even if he can get away with everything, surely some other noble could benefit from him gone so maybe she could do it. No! No that is wrong, she took it back instantly and felt guilty for her thoughts. It wouldn't be worth it to ruin that girl's life.
"Of course, Sheriff Alexandria. Pardon me its always a pleasure to have you in my company but why is it you are here?"
Finally, to business. "I wanted you to know that we arrested the gun traders a few nights ago, I tried to contact you but you were-"
"Ah! Wonderful!" He hopped up out of his seat and unfortunately for Alexandria, his gown did not cover everything. She grimaced at his boyhood, boyhood being a better word than manhood despite his age of 40 years old. "Ah you wondrous, wondrous woman." He laughed and made his way towards he to hug and kiss her.
"Not one step onto that rug, nobility or not I will kill you if you touch me." There was no sarcasm in her voice, she made sure her disgust was clear.
"Ahaha, you are a feisty one. Still, did you feel the need to tell me personally? Or did you just want to see me?"
"Your men wouldn't stop bothering me about it, I kept telling them it was already handled but they kept saying I needed to see you in person, don't pretend I came here of my own accord, I know you enjoy me coming here." 'Pervert.'
"Ah you are astute Miss North. Very astute. Care for a glass of wine?"
"No sir I'd rather not, I better be heading back to the station. Just one question why did you need to cancel your meeting because of Maribel's kidnapping? You have no connection with her?"
"Oh it has my compatriots spooked." he sighed. "No matter. I can spend the day looking out onto MY beautiful city, knowing it is under the protection of a beautiful woma-"
"Right I'm going back to the station." Not listening to hear him continue you left the room and headed all the way back down his ivory tower. The sad part about all this, is that of all the nobles she had seen visit Yuteni, his perversion was standard by now."
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The RV slowly parked up just inside a dome near a small pit stop. They had been driving the past few days to get to this dome somewhere in the Feroxi region. The young boy quickly exited the RV. "Dad dad we're here we're here!"
"Calm down boy," laughed Austin as he picked him up. "We are just making a small pit stop, once we get into the heart of the city we are sure to find a toy store okay?"
"Okay dad," the boy sighed. "Sorry."
"Ah don't worry about it, you've been cooped up for days now in this camper. Go stretch your legs, run around a bit." He smiled warmly to the boy as he threw off his breathing mask and went running around in circles in no particular direction.
Oliver crept up behind Austin and said "Eric sure does seem much better now."
Changing his tone to a more sinister one Austin said "He just needed some time. Lack of light and time frame makes one sensitive to persuasion, with young ones its much easier. One day you might even help me boy." Austin then smiled and threw an arm around Oliver who returned the gesture with a grin.
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Hannibal managed to catch a cheap carriage into one of the slums of Feroxi. It stopped before it properly got there but it was close enough for him to walk. He followed McGregor's instructions and followed the signs, or as well as he could follow them. His reading skills weren't very good but he could read some things. Thankfully McGregor spelled out his instructions as if Hannibal were an idiot and he... well...
Through a few twists and turns in roads, pasts a few prostitutes and drug addled homeless people he found McGregor's workshop. The place was just... eww. Eww seems like the only word in the english language to describe the place in a fashion that wasn't totally vulgar to read. It was contained within a small storage facility. Each storage unit looked dank and decrepid, there was smoke in the air from the various drugs being made in the various storage units. Pretty much every one was either some sort of chem lab, makeshift brother, used by homeless people for shelter and, in rare instances, used for storing legal objects.
"U 17? Or 7?" Hannibal spoke aloud to himself, trying to remember which one it was. He question was answered when he saw two people entering U 7, one a woman in a cowgirl outfit and the other a... might be a little too explicit for this rp so how about we move on, eh?
Finding U 17 he opened the shutter to see McGregor's workshop. "Okay. Yup. This is it. McGregor's private labatory and workshop." He wasn't speaking exposition he was reading a large sign Mcgregor had put up in large red letters, with Laboratory spelt without the 'r'. Hannibal didn't know there was an 'r' in laboratory either so he didn't know any better. One thing that occurred to neither of them was how would someone with an incomplete grasp of spelling be capable of assembling a bomb from bits and pieces of potential explosives. McGregor would have had a chance if all the equipment from Hannibal's bag was there. But it wasn't. It was in the same town that the vile man was still probably imprisoned.
Hannibal did realise he had absolutely no experience with anything technical and dealing with explosions was likely to get him killed. However being captured and shot by The Gundersons was probably going to be just as bad. Hannibal didn't know the plot of the explosives, he just hoped that it was for some kind of robbery rather than to kill someone, or more the just one person. The last thing he wanted to become was a murderer.
Grabbing any tools and parts he could find he began work on a bomb... which he didn't know hot to make. Oh joy.
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Aesop walked through the halls, high fiving and fist pounding crew members on the way down, until he got to the cargo hold. He sought through various containers and boxes, finding some sweet bread and cookies along with... "That is a shit ton of wine." Aesop stared at it for a long time. Eyes full of fear as he breathed slow, barely taking in enough oxygen. He kept thinking 'Put the lid back on the container, put the lid back on the container... Come on Aesop you can do it... you can do it... Put the fucking lid on... Put. The fucking. Lid. On. You shitcake.' He was damn near licking his lips at the thought of wine. 'C'mon you had eleven months of this mother fucker don't fuck this up now don't fuck this up now. Put the lid on' "NNNNOOW!" He yelled as he planted the lid on the crate, panting as he did so. He hit himself on the side of the head a few times. "You're a god damn fucking idiot Aesop. So close to ruining everything. You wanna go back there mother fucker? You want to you fucking want to?!" He pounded the top of the crate a few times with his fist until he got splinters on his knuckles, he'd had worse but splinters are still irritating.
"Ah, dammit." He sucked his knuckles and sat atop one of the other crates. "Fucking woooAHHHHHH" He was going to say wood but the lid must have been damaged somehow as he fell ass first through the crate. Stuck in an accordion position he sat there for a moment. "Ah, ow, um... Anybody-" he began to call out before continuing, "okay no one needs to see me like this." He sighed and looked around the crate and noticed there this particular crate was filled with books. "Oooh, what's this. 'A tale of two Cities?' Never read this before."
Staying in his odd position of his knees near his face and his feet sticking out of the crate and his back arched as he sat in an incredibly awkward position, he began reading the book, not thinking of the back pain he will have later.
"Chapter one. The Period. It was the best of times, it was the worst of times..."
