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Post by vox on Oct 18, 2009 15:23:49 GMT -5
Just perfect, just.. Perfect. The exact person she had been avoiding at all cost just happened to find her training spot for the evening. There wasn't the slightest chance of talking herself out of this one.
“About that debt of mine. I was kind of busy. Jumping off rooftops, delivering, avoiding you and your people. Like the good delivery girl I am, I– Oh, wait. I kind of revealed myself, didn't I? Promise it wasn't intentional.”
Twenty minutes later of shouting, nearly breaking a finger or two, a punch and a halfhearted volunteer to pay off a debt, Sendrah had to admit that this encounter went surprisingly well. Her face would show, though. Some people would be rolling on the floor laughing if they were with her.
Haven Port was as still as it could get, a few Krimzon Guards patrolling as usual, people walking around minding their own business. Well, it was a nice sight to see before leaving the city yet again, perhaps permanently. Sendrah swore this specific mission was intended for her to ensure she wouldn't take a step into Haven City again. Even the KGs couldn't pull off a better stunt than to send her to her own death. Voluntarily. Yeah, the humiliation was extreme.
Except if she would in fact return, without a huge debt, only to give the world the finger. If further problems didn't ensue then she was in fact already dead. It was a rather comforting thought to think of.
With the phone in her hand and a number dialed up, Sendrah was still thinking of just going alone instead of having him laughing at her misfortune. She called anyway.
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Post by Holywarrior on Oct 18, 2009 15:58:16 GMT -5
It was a quiet day at the pumping station. Quiet except for the roars, bellows, and gunshots constantly sounding off. Okay, so, not a very quiet day at all. Ragnar, with a lack of anything else to do, had thus far spent the entire day at the pumping station. With his trusty Lee-Enfield bolt-action rifle, he had carved a path straight through the Metal Heads stationed there. At the present time, he was perched at the highest point of the artificial structure, facing Haven City and overlooking the area beneath him. There proved to be dozens of Metal Heads of all types to shoot. Grunts, scorpions, even a few crab-heads. Fun indeed. Ragnar was taking his time, aiming carefully and making every shot count. The Metal Heads didn't even know where the shots were coming from, something that amused him to no end. They would hide somewhere, get shot, and repeat.
A perfect example of such a shot was being lined up right now, as a Crab-head rested within the iron-sights of his Lee-Enfield. The stupid beast had no idea that it was targeted. Nor did it know that Ragnar's twitchy index finger was squeezing his trigger. With a BANG and a kick, his rifle fired. The crab-head's 'head' exploded in a shower of blood and brain-matter, sending it to the ground. The creatures around their former commander shrieked in rage and challenge. With a devious smirk, he operated the bolt-mechanism of his rifle, and nailed a grunt in the chest.
He was just about to line up his next shot, when he heard his cell-phone ring. With an annoyed glance towards his would-be target, he placed his rifle on the ground next to him, and answered his phone.
"Yeah?" His brow furrowed as he listened to Sendrah. He couldn't help but to allow a slight smirk cross his face. "Dear me Sendrah, the messes you get yourself into without me to hold your hand. I'll be there in fifteen minutes." He hung up, and picked his rifle back up. With a wistful glance towards the remaining Metal Heads, he began to work his way back down and towards the city.
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Post by vox on Oct 18, 2009 17:36:49 GMT -5
“Listen, yo–“ She was pacing, freezing altogether the moment he hung up for a moment until she had convinced herself that Ragnar didn't mean anything by it and she should ignore it instead chopping off a finger and see how he'd like that. It probably wouldn't be a good idea since he was a larger, stronger physique in general.
”I'm still faster and smarter.” Yeah, that would make sense.
No matter, better look ahead, jump up ahead and then she'd throw that cellphone at him when he least expected. The force better make his face bleed, too. There were plenty of comfortable pipes to climb and the heat wasn't unbearable thanks to Sendrah's gloves. But as soon as she tightened the grip on her right hand, her fingers ached liked hell, reflexes forcing her to let go of the pipe. Sendrah stared at her fingers for a good while, feeling them ache with the pulse.
”Better get them looked at when I come home.” She wasn't going to listen to the voice that kept protesting.
”If you come home at all.” Shut up, shut up, shut up. Shut. Up.
So, Sendrah had to, instead of having fun climbing, let herself hang around being extremely bored. Fifteen minutes sure were slow when you were waiting. It was painful to just sit around. You'd actually start considering where life was heading for you and the mind went to darker places. Sendrah couldn't gamble her optimism and sanity by sitting around and go stir crazy because she had nothing to do.. Maybe she was being dramatic. Okay, she was.
Though that fact didn't make her feel any better. She was swollen by the cheekbone. Probably bruised, too. She looked without a doubt like a victim of an abusive boyfriend or something. Funny, if she were in a relationship she'd be the abusive one. And she was, too. At least when it came to neglecting and soul murders.
“Huh.” There was the answer to the problem of all of her relationships in the past. Sendrah was a cold, manipulative bitch. There we go. She stood up, rubbing her right shoulder that was a bit bruised, too, with her left hand, waiting for Ragnar to arrive.
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Post by Holywarrior on Oct 18, 2009 17:49:33 GMT -5
Knowing perfectly well that Sendrah would likely be more than a little pissed. Ragnar glanced cautiously around the corner, and spotted her. After verifying she didn't have a brick in her hand, he continued around the corner and presented himself. Naturally he was completely cheerful as he stopped in front of her. "So," he said casually, "What are the details on this mission we're going on anyway?"
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Post by vox on Oct 18, 2009 18:45:21 GMT -5
“Well,” Sendrah gestured him to walk on with her, glancing at the KG guards that didn't look agitated enough to approach the duo. “I'm going to deliver a cargo and not die while I'm at it. Some people are bitter that I waste– Invested a sum to make personal profit that I wasn't willing to share at that time. No, it did not involve snorting, injecting or whatever you can think of. It's not even your business. So shush and play along. Anyway, they're bitter, they want me to pay, I'm not going to pay so they instead are sending me to the Wasteland to drop off a cargo and the debt is paid. Simple enough, right? You get to shoot the metal heads or the Wastelanders. I'm not really sure how we'll get out of the city, but I'll think of something. By the way, I'm still mad at you.” The guard sure did look a bit agitated.
“Hey, hey, hey. Stop.” She squeezed Ragnar's shoulder and looked up and down upon the soldier. Nothing out of the ordinary excluding that annoying posture and agitation. He looked fairly fine when he was patrolling elsewhere, but that might have been another guard, they looked the same anyway. Might as well ask what was wrong, the guard wouldn't dare to shoot unless he to be shot in the eyes or something by Ragnar.
“So, hold on. Guards aren't supposed to look so.. edgy, right? Besides, this one stands still. He's not patrolling.” With those words, Sendrah had already patted on Ragnar's shoulder and made her way to the guard.
A minute later of further details, a pass and a location of the transport that was apparently filled with toxic objects, the guard could finally rest easy at night and continue his patrol. Sendrah was a bit.. Well, dumbfounded. It wasn't every day she could just pick at someone's shoulder and get information seemingly out of nowhere. Whatever that guard owed the people Sendrah owed money to as well, it looked as if they had just scratched that deal and he could live his fascist life in peace. As much of a peace that was.
“Let's go, Ragdoll. Got a cargo to deliver." She motioned him continue walking, catch up with her, whatever. Just keep on going because she felt uncomfortable knowing they were probably stalking her or something to ensure the delivery girl did her thing.
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Post by Holywarrior on Oct 18, 2009 19:14:48 GMT -5
"Hmph", he said catching up to walk beside her. "Just how are we getting there anyway Sennie? I don't suppose you have a KG friend who owes you a favor do you? I don't mind walking there myself, but I don't particularly want to hear you bitch about it half the way, then carry you the other half."
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