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overjoyed_logs2017-04-09 12:54 am
counterspied) wrote in overjoyed_logs2017-04-09 12:54 am
[closed] Time to set it all aflame
Who: Ango & Julius
Where: Leith - burning zones, etc.
When: Evening of Week 8 Day 6.
Summary: Strikes on Leithian soil and a disconnect from the merry info brokers on Westerley have left the Company's chain of information a little...lacking. Sure, you could follow orders and beat everything down till they couldn't stand up again but that's hardly the way to move forward. Of course, normally, this would've been a job for someone else. Normally when the Company says "Jump", it's someone else who has to answer "How high?". But sometimes, the only one available to jump is you.
aka two merry Company workers trying to puzzle their way through Leithian chaos.
also featuring: How would you like to watch a field of hokk go up in flames?
Restrictions/Warnings: Violence! Burning things (hopefully not people)! Trying to navigate the riot zone without a bodycount may prove more difficult than expected, though.
[ Suits and ties -- attire for official business -- discarded in favour of the scratchy, dirt-earth tunics not unlike those found on the fieldworkers' backs. Arguably the very same fieldworkers that rioted in the markets just earlier in the afternoon, violently dispersed by the Good authorities.
...though. If Julius' clothes smell like they've been steeped in sweat for days, it's probably a good idea not to ask where Ango got these from. ]
You're armed?
Where: Leith - burning zones, etc.
When: Evening of Week 8 Day 6.
Summary: Strikes on Leithian soil and a disconnect from the merry info brokers on Westerley have left the Company's chain of information a little...lacking. Sure, you could follow orders and beat everything down till they couldn't stand up again but that's hardly the way to move forward. Of course, normally, this would've been a job for someone else. Normally when the Company says "Jump", it's someone else who has to answer "How high?". But sometimes, the only one available to jump is you.
aka two merry Company workers trying to puzzle their way through Leithian chaos.
also featuring: How would you like to watch a field of hokk go up in flames?
Restrictions/Warnings: Violence! Burning things (hopefully not people)! Trying to navigate the riot zone without a bodycount may prove more difficult than expected, though.
[ Suits and ties -- attire for official business -- discarded in favour of the scratchy, dirt-earth tunics not unlike those found on the fieldworkers' backs. Arguably the very same fieldworkers that rioted in the markets just earlier in the afternoon, violently dispersed by the Good authorities.
...though. If Julius' clothes smell like they've been steeped in sweat for days, it's probably a good idea not to ask where Ango got these from. ]
You're armed?
very
He takes in the information that Ango does, though not with the same level of detail nor ability to make connections. He has been out of touch with Westerlyn things for too long, so the only things he relies on are his instinct and the ability to outmaneuver normal humans in fights - battle reflexes for someone out of their element, as it were. It's enough to get them this far, so it should not fail this early.
So he nods, knocking once on the door (softly enough to pass it off as just fumbling for the knob) before pushing it open.
It's a small sort of establishment, filled with a motley crew of farmers nursing drinks or smokes, and naturally the eyes all fall onto them.
Julius looks around, steps in with a sort of shuffle to make way for Ango, returns the scrutiny with the best imitation of a fellow he can.
What now? ]
you're an m for punishment!! and may our tags get shorter now we can actually get to dialogue.
(The most ideal way would've been to enter from the back door but things weren't quite ideal enough for him to negotiate something like that.)
Cough. ]
Evening.
[ He keeps things gruff, monosyllabic as he meets most of those stares head-on: A surly challenge as he silently singles out the nearest exit, the level of hostility from the crowd. It's really not a big place at all -- just sitting at one of the corner tables should afford you a view of almost the entire premise, barring a couple of blind spots. And it's there he'll shuffle to, with a slight incline of his head so Julius can follow. The stares will doggedly follow every step of theirs, though....
Except, well-- someone detaches themselves from the suspicious hivemind at the front counter and seems to be coming towards them.
(don't kill them, they're just here to take your order! or perhaps to have a Talk? your call.) ]
yes and yes
What can I get you?
[ The words might seem welcoming, but the slight tilt of the bartender (?)'s head might indicate some sort of a challenge and implicit scrutiny. Julius doesn't answer immediately, letting his gaze trail over to the menu on the wall - or what seems to pass for it. Only names, no prices.
For someone who never drinks, it's a difficult decision. ]
This has taken 5ever, I am sorry
[ Hokk may be more expensive on Westerley and Qresh, but in a place surrounded by hokk fields, it came dirt cheap. Unfortunately-- which hokk fieldworker would want to drink the product of their blood toil and have to pay top dollar for it?
Especially with all the talk of suspicious work related deaths.
(But is this not the same situation with apple orchards? Clearly not.)
--and Julius, aren't you taking a little too long to decide. ]
no subject
Tomato juice for him.
[ Too late, the decision's been made.
"Tomato juice?"
It's not a popular option, but some of the people at the counter have turned away now. Tomatoes aren't an unpopular crop, so there's always some around -- sometimes in various stages of ripeness (and rot). ]
it's okay i'll wait for you forever
Really, at this point he feels like he's just useful for muscle.
It's up to what Ango wants to do now. ]