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Post by Zeke on Aug 12, 2006 3:18:02 GMT -5
Shaking slightly from the blade incident, Zeke stood, and thanked Woe, before edging down the corridor. And there were two doors...
"Hmmm... knowing Ave this will be some kind of deathtrap. And so, I shall be prepared."
Taking out his full assortment of weapons, he opened the right door and leaped backwards.
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Post by Avelon on Aug 12, 2006 15:30:22 GMT -5
At first, nothing happens. But after a few moments, a very small form approaches the doorway from within. As it is illuminated by the light outside of the dark room beyond the doorway, the form reveals itself to be a tiny duckling, stumbling along. It ruffles its fluff and hides its face at first, scared or perhaps sensitive of the light. After just a few moments, though, its head lifts and it looks around again. Waddling cutely, the duckling approaches Zeke, curious as all babies are, making soft peeping noises. The doorway to the right leads into what appears to be a large, open room lined with boxes and broken or dismantled equipment one might find in a hair salon. It doesn't look like an office... The door on the left, however, has a large 'A' printed on the brass handle.
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Post by Zeke on Aug 12, 2006 15:58:17 GMT -5
"Hm... once again the trapness has befallen me... if I open the other door I will surely be assualted! But... its worth a try."
Hacking the duckling in half for good measure, just incase it turned out to be an incredibly deadly and evil duckling, like certain rabbits. And so he opened the other door.
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Post by Avelon on Aug 12, 2006 17:57:08 GMT -5
Avelon is seated behind a small desk covered in various lethal devices, most of which appear to be dismantled traps. The assassins of old, the uncivilized barbarians and the ninja sects of ancient Japan, are well-known for entering places unbidden. Avelon stands and walks around the desk as he speaks. They were known for their stealth and skill, their ability to go unseen and unheard as they burglarized their victims' house or tent. Such was the extensive training that ninja were put through, they did not need doors or even an unguarded entrance. They always found a way. Avelon stops. But you are not a ninja, and I am not your victim, so knocking would be appreciated. I mean, what if I had my wife in here with me? Your face would be the colour of blood right now. Actually, it would be covered with blood right now. It would be that COLOUR for a few seconds after you walked in. Sit down. Avelon indicates the chair in front of the desk, and moves to close the door.
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Post by Zeke on Aug 13, 2006 5:13:40 GMT -5
Raising an eyebrow, Zeke walked forwards carefully, probing the ground and then checking the chair for secret traps. FInding nom obvious ones, he sat down slowly.
"I am sorry about that. But as far as I know you have a habit of being rather... violent. And I was expecting a detahtrap."
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Post by Avelon on Aug 16, 2006 20:24:20 GMT -5
(Oops, I forgot about this in the excitement of the RP board's creation)
Avelon shuts the door, and several successive clicks can be heard after the intitial sound of the tumblers resetting. Ahem. Now then, you have come to apply for the position of The Backup Man. Do you understand what it is you will be doing? Or attempting to do? As an afterthought, Avelon squints and closely inspects Zeke's hair, walking around him to see the style from all angles.
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Post by Zeke on Aug 17, 2006 4:25:19 GMT -5
"Welll... it sounds vaguely like someone who either hangs back until a mission goes wrong when he provides 'backup.' Or it could be something to do with hair. "
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Post by Avelon on Aug 18, 2006 6:49:24 GMT -5
"Wrong on both accounts! The Backup Man, like myself, works alone. If there are too many open contracts or I am simply busy with other affairs, such as the other half of my job, then you will be given the assignment."
Avelon procures a comb and carefully combs out a thin lock of Zeke's hair right above his left eye, making sure the rest of his hair is undisturbed. That done, he steps on the pedal of a waste disposal unit beside his desk and drops the comb in. A muffled report from within the disposal seems to indicate that the comb exploded shortly after he released the pedal.
"Some missions will require stealth. Some will require cunning manipulation. Some will require outright stupidity. Do you think you can be that diverse in your tactics and dedication?"
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Post by Zeke on Aug 19, 2006 6:08:27 GMT -5
"I can easily be that diverse. Its all a matter of priority. And the skill. Can't forget the skill."
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Post by Avelon on Aug 19, 2006 15:43:36 GMT -5
"Very well."
Avelon returns to his seat behind his desk. "I'll let you go on a test run." He produced the small black notepad and flipped it open, then slid it across the desk toward Zeke. "Zade. A relatively easy target if you go about it right. If you go about it wrong, however... Well, let's just say that it won't matter if I WANT to hire you."
Contract for Zade by Soul-Divider Conditions open, requests trophy - either hand. Target in hidden area.
"This will be your personal notepad if you don't die on your first contract. The client is Soul-Divider and the target is Zade. No specific conditions or causes of death were requested, but the client wants one of the condemned's hands as a trophy. The target is located in the hidden area of this shop. If you can kill him, then you're hired. What do you say to this test?"
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Post by Zeke on Aug 20, 2006 4:43:06 GMT -5
Yeah, I'll go with it. One thing... is Zade armed? And if he is, heavily or not?"
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Post by Avelon on Aug 20, 2006 8:05:23 GMT -5
"If he isn't armed, he can be heavily armed and armoured by the time you cross the room he's in to swing at him. Now then, the path to the secret area of the shop is..." Avelon turned the notepad back around and jotted down a few lines below the target information. "...as follows. I'd wish you luck, but...all things considered, it would probably hurt you more than help." That said, Avelon unlocked the door and opened it.
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Post by Zeke on Aug 24, 2006 3:44:59 GMT -5
"Gotcha."
Zeke follwed the instructions carefully until he reached the secret room. Taking out some of his weaponry, (ranged) he kicked down the door and opened upo ith his full armoury. Needless toi say, that was a lot of shots.
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Post by Avelon on Aug 24, 2006 18:40:14 GMT -5
Duel time! -points at the arena.-
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Post by Zade on Aug 28, 2006 16:55:59 GMT -5
As the door falls and the storm of bullets slice through the room, Zade can not even mange a word before he is ripped several new ones along his body. The bullet-ridden corpse makes no attempt to escape, but does bleed quite a bit onto the couch.
(Eh, since this was moved to the RP board, and Zade doesn't technically have any weapons [or a description, for that matter], it would seem silly to think he could go against a fourteen-armed mechanized warrior.)
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