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Post by childofthehunt on Feb 2, 2010 6:23:28 GMT -5
He was aware of how everyone was looking at him. They probably thought he's the devil incarnate for saying such rude stuff. Tristan could tell that even Veruca was put off by him. He laughed an almost sinister laugh inside his head, at least now they're all aware that he has 'bite' and he's just not some catholic-private schooled-preppy-pretty boy who's only got his charms and good conducts.
"I don't need your help. But thank you." Tristan leaned on the back rest of the chair, confident as he spoke. "I am here because of Veruca. She's the one who needs help. I already know how insane my father is and I believe im capable of protecting myself."
Veruca couldn't believe what's happening. Tristan has gone from a 'prince' to a 'villain.' She had to do something she figured.
"Let's talk outside..." Veruca mumbled softly to Tristan. "Please."
He looked at her and knew what she was trying to do. He was about to decline, but the pleading look in her big brown eyes got to him. She looked almost ... hurt ... disappointed. The pair walked outside, with Veruca leading the way.
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Post by Analora on Feb 2, 2010 9:52:45 GMT -5
Ana gazed squarely at Tristan, her eyes gleaming dangerously. If he had spoken to her in such a manner when she still had a ship....that bastard would have been keelhauled. She laughed when he said he would be able to handle himself. "And it be that cocky attitude that will get ye killed, boy" she said softly.
She watched as Veruca pulled Tristan outside, then took another sip of her iced tea. This Tristan fellow would be someone she'd have to keep her eye on from that point forward.
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Post by Trace on Feb 2, 2010 9:55:36 GMT -5
Kyle sat, watching his father's image on the television as it spoke directly to him, a video recording from what could only have been months prior.
"I know you thought I was crazy, that I became obsessed, but I found proof Kyle. The objects are most definitely real. All my work is in this room, I'm sure you've looked at it. It reveals everything that I have discovered in the past few years, the truth about how the objects were made, what they do, what they were used for. It's all here in this room. By now, I'm sure you have the coin."
Kyle subconsciously reached for the golden coin attached to a chain hanging from his neck. It was one of the last things his now deceased father had left him.
"That coin has powers, it can take you to any location that you so wish. But be warned, when used it causes intense pain varying on how far you travel, so use it sparingly."
Things started making sense, why Kyle had suddenly appeared in Andreas de Mesa by just grasping the coin and wishing to be here. Maybe his father wasn't a crackpot after all.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 2, 2010 12:29:23 GMT -5
Veronica and Emma were quiet for the most part, but still, their thoughts were settled over the same thing. They both found Tristan to be... Well... A dick.
Kurt took a seat where he was, looked at Analora and asked, "If its time, I think we should brief them on their first assignment.".
"What assignment?", Emma asked.
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Post by Analora on Feb 2, 2010 12:33:58 GMT -5
Ana simply looked at Kurt. "I'm gettin too old fer this" she said quietly. The woman stood and gathered a few dishes, taking them back to the kitchen to wash them.
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Post by childofthehunt on Feb 2, 2010 13:17:27 GMT -5
Veruca pressed her palms on her face for a few seconds, then turned around to face Tristan. They were at exactly in front of Analora's house. She figured, no one would hear them here.
"What is wrong with you?" She asked, concern evident on her face. "How can you say that to Analora?"
Veruca had forgotten how tall Tristan is. Right now was literally looking up to his face while he was looking down at her. He had that look that says 'not liking where this conversation is going.'
"You're unbelievable." Veruca added before exhaling. "If you don't have anything nice to say, you can just atleast shut up."
"I do not think I have to remind you Veruca..." Tristan started to say with eyebrows joined together and his voice calm. "...that you're the one who asked me for help. Back in Grayling. It's not stipulated in our contract that I have to be friends with your 'friends.' I help you and you pay me. It's not in my nature to pretend to like everyone. Those people inside, I don't trust them."
"Fine! I get that! But you trust me ... don't you?" She reminded him, again with the pleading eyes. "Because you came all the way down here, with me, and I'm a complete stranger to you. You barely even knew I existed back in Grayling."
Tristan looked away. Damn those eyes he thought. Everytime he sees them like that his cold heart gets soft and weak. The only woman who had control over him like that was his Mother.
"What's your point?" He said, trying to sound unaffected, still trying to avoid Veruca's eyes.
"Admit it or not, you trust me. You promised to help me. And those people inside, they might have the answers that I need." She explained, her hand aching to hold Tristan's. "And if you continue this 'bitch fit' , it might screw up my chances. We'd take longer."
After a while of talking, Veruca walked inside the dining room again with Tristan lagging behind her like a puppy. They sat back on their chair.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 2, 2010 13:38:55 GMT -5
Kurt rose and noticed Tristan and Veruca's return. "I'm glad to see the two of you back. I was just getting into business. I thought, it might be best if I put the four of you through an assignment, something simple to kind of get you four adjusted to what Analora and I consider out day-to-day lives, not only that, but it would give you a chance to work with your objects, get used to them, find your natural balance in a sense.".
"Do we have a choice?", Veronica asked.
"You do.", Kurt replied.
"Then why the need for us to do your work?", Emma asked.
"Well, I wanna work with all of you.", Kurt replied. Turning to Tristan, he added, "Regardless of how taxing it might be to me.". Kurt faced the group at large and continued. "You cam here finding answers, we gave you some. We'll give you more if know we can trust you. And in turn, we'd like to work for you to make you trust us. There are psychopath's who will stop at nothing to have what you have and to know what we know. We've already had enough turn their backs on us for greener promises, we want to know who you are, and we want you to know who we are. It's as simple as that.".
"Fair enough.", Emma replied. "I'm in.".
Veronica nodded and shrugged. "You can count me in too.".
The sisters rose and opened their hands to Kurt.
"Just one thing.", Emma said. "We're giving you our trust, under the pretense that you've given yours. We're holding you on to that."
"I respect that.", Kurt replied. "You serve your end to the fullest, you can expect the same from me.".
"Good.", Emma nodded.
Kurt released his hand and shook Veronica's. She had nothing to say or offer but a smile and a nod.
Kurt turned to Tristan and Veruca, "So, what about you two?".
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Post by childofthehunt on Feb 2, 2010 14:51:18 GMT -5
Veruca gave Tristan a quick glance. He was sitting there, quietly, arms crossed over his chest. The Tristan raised his head and gave her a look as if saying, "I'll pull your hair from your head one by one until you go bald, if you're wrong about this."
"We're in." She answered Kurt with a sincere but weak smile.
Tristan kept his mouth shut, exactly what Veruca told him to do. But it was obvious from the way his jaw tightened when he heard her say "we're in", that he doesn't like the idea at all. He thought Veruca's clumsy, too trusting and weak, if he leaves her now, she would probably end up dead with these folks around.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 3, 2010 10:41:19 GMT -5
"Good.", Kurt nodded. "The assignment's simple: I want you to find your friend, Kyle Electus. Nothing major, I just want you guys to find him to the best of your abilities. Just like yourselves, he's an object holder. Not long after your crash, he appeared in Andreas de Mesa, through the use of his object. Analora found him, they had coffee, and we haven't been able to locate him since. While this isn't really a hard task for either of us, we want to put you four through it as a way to learn more about your objects and as a way to get an idea of what you will be doing later on.".
"How soon does this start?", Veronica asked.
"As early as tonight.", Kurt replied.
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Post by childofthehunt on Feb 3, 2010 10:59:06 GMT -5
"Maybe they got him." Tristan suggested, his tone soft and velvety again. "He's probably lying in an alley somewhere ... dead."
Veruca gasped at the thought of poor Kyle lifeless somewhere.
"I hope not." She said under her breath. "He's got an object, he could probably ditch 'them.' I mean whoever's after him."
He didn't respond to that. At the back of his mind he was imagining Kyle's body buried at the back lot of Analora's house, decomposing. They, Kurt and Analora, probably killed him.
"So do we go out as pairs?" Veruca inquired to Kurt. "Or would we all go our separate ways from here?"
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Post by Analora on Feb 3, 2010 11:18:14 GMT -5
Ana reemerged from the kitchen, wiping her hands on a dish towel. "Last time I saw him was when I dropped him off at his apartment. I still have the address" she said, digging through her pants pockets. "ah, here we are" she said triumphantly. She handed the note to Emma. "Groups o' two isn't a bad idea. Gives ye back up in case you need it" she added thoughtfully. "And just in case there is trouble, Kurt and I are no more than a phone call away".
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 3, 2010 11:32:28 GMT -5
"I'd rather have you four be together, regardless if its one solid group or in groups of two, as Analora suggested. As much as possible, I want you four working as a team, as a unit. And I don't think he's head. A dead object holder, I'dve heard about it by now. What you guys do is up to the four of you, but remember, I don't want any leaders or anything. Work as a team.".
Emma took the note from Analora and replied, "Thank you.". Looking down at the note, Emma looked at the rest and asked, "Who wants to check him out right now?".
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Post by childofthehunt on Feb 3, 2010 11:42:44 GMT -5
Veruca pulled the sleeve of her jacket to check on her watch for the time. It was 3:55pm. They still have a few more hours of daylight before it turns dark.
"I'm okay with it." She stated, then she looked sideways to Tristan for any violent reaction. There was none. "We're okay with it."
Tristan wasn't really in the mood to talk after what happened. He remembered what Veruca told him. If he's got nothing nice to share, he might as well not say anything. He pulled out his mobile phone from his jacket's pocket and realized there were a few text messages waiting a few of them from some girls in Grayling and one came from Nan Lucia.
"So we head to his apartment first?" Veruca inquired.
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Post by Analora on Feb 3, 2010 11:49:58 GMT -5
"It would certainly be the best place to check first" Ana said with a smile, clearing the rest of the dishes from the table. "Cause if he is there, thats fantastic and yer all home in time to watch House, if not, mayhaps there is a clue to where he has gone. And there is always the option of staking out the place" Ana mused with a smile, thinking back to the last time she had staked out at a home to try and get info on the item she herself was trying to find.
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Post by citizenmike on Feb 3, 2010 12:02:16 GMT -5
Kurt smiled as he caught the sudden grin across Analora's face.
Emma looked at Veruca and said, "Best we start there.".
Emma and Veronica rose and approached Analora. "Thank you so much for welcoming us to our homes and preparing a lovely meal.", Veronica said as she extended her hand to her.
"One more thing.", Kurt added as he dropped his car keys on the table. "This here's the keys to the car I drove to take you here. It's yours now to use. If anyone asks, it belongs to Pierson Realty. The documents are on the glove compartment.".
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