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 Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 10:54 pm
Hearing the change in laughter, Riot couldn't help but raise a interested eyebrow. And even more curious to her words. Though he smiled to the taken complement.
"I have a lot to say, and why rob the world of such banter?" Riot answered, filing her comment in the back of his mind, as interesting as it was-he knew he understood it from somewhere. But now, wasn't the time to think about it, nor was it easy to with the curious hissing of the her arm. Tilting his head he let his eyes fall to the claw, giving it a glance before he corked his sight back to the Judge. He smirked to her and her offer.
His fingers rose up to the pink groomed goatee on his chin and he pulled at it's ends in a caring manner. Being sure to take care of the memory of another white mask that flashed though his mind. The deal....It would be nice to free of such a obligation that was promised.
"And the odds of such a dream being brought in to existence, my dear?" Riot asked letting his gaze slip back to the woman, from it's arched position as he viewed his thoughts.
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 11:14 pm
"You can wait outside Ander..." The Iron Judge shot a glare to the former King. Her eye flashed as if to convey a silent threat to him.
Ander grit his teeth. "Don't do anything stupid Riot... This isn't a game." And with that Ander begun to head toward the tent's entrance shooting his own threatening glare at the Judge. "Saga is not far..." He growled to her as he passed by.
"As is the Jury." The Iron Judge countered without so much as a glance his way. She paused as soon as she was a good few feet in front of Riot, close enough where her deep mechanical breaths could be heard from behind the mask.
"I would say within your grasp, my lovely." She chuckled darkly. "The Judge may hold my leach, but I can still bite at her ankles boy. I know what makes the b***h happy. A little blood and a little slaughter, she will agree to release you from your contract... especially if it would gain her what she wants."
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Gestalt Effect Vice Captain
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Posted: Thu Mar 29, 2012 11:38 pm
"Now, that wouldn't be any fun."Riot answered back slipping his gaze to his friend, second brother. It was a look of gratitude, thanks and trust. He always knew that Ander had his back and best interest in mind.
Looking back to the Judge, he smiled to her as she didn't once look from him. He saw that as she approached him. Riot didn't move in his relaxed stance and he couldn't help but twist his smirk more as she addressed him just as coyly as he to her.
Tugging a little at his beard, he let his hand fall and fold across his chest with his other. For a moment, he thought on her own plight and the sistuation, but as the light that he and his brother might actually....
"What do you need me to do...." Riot spoke letting the smirk still rest, if not grow on his lips as his blue eyes remained locked on the eyes of the crazed mask.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 12:21 am
"Spy, gather information, perhaps kill a few or more individuals.." Iron Judge took a step closer. "It is a simple task. Whatever I ask you to do, you do it."
Nick locked eyes with Riot. An old sense of longing pricked at the back of her mind as she remembered their first meeting all those years ago. The demand could be made, but... Nick wouldn't... ask even such a small thing in hopes of appeasing an old dream.
"You would be at my beck and cal-" The Iron Judge paused a second as she noticed the dog tag still around his neck."-.... when I need you..." The words were spoken less enthusiastically almost as if the words were lost for a second than lazily returned. The glow in her eye brightened as she removed focus from his eyes and turned attention to the dog-tag.
Her left hand slowly lifted as she made a grab for the tag. The Iron Judge begun to chuckle darkly again. "... Why would you keep such a thing?"
She couldn't have felt more pride at that moment for what she had done to the red-headed slut moments before. The wound would surely scar... the wench deserved it. But why would he have kept this scrap of metal.
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Gestalt Effect Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 12:37 am
Riot felt himself take a breath in as she begin to list a few asked things. The male tilted his head in questioning manner, his finger tips found the tip of his pink Goatee once more. The moment of disgrace-to be another's lap dog? For his brother's freedom as well in away of his own. It was a price he could pay.
Watching her in the stillness of the masks gaze, he didn't mention the pause in her words-though it was noted.
"So I would be your little bit-." Riot answered letting his fingers slip from his beard. Though he let the question pause as she reached up to touch the dog tag, he almost made to grab her hand and keep it away from the trinket.
"Sometimes, Memories are all you have left." The Bandit spoke to the chuckle that caused his eyes to slant just a little-trying to puzzle if she would move to take it from him. He wouldn't let her.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:06 am
"Pitty... not much of a memory..." The Iron Judge's claw hovered over the trinket for a moment than slowly retracted. It was strange the attachment he seemed to feel for the item, almost touching. Memories? To bad that was something she did not have much pleasure of reveling in as of late. A moment here and there, but nothing to cling onto. Surely there was nothing left but the revenge she so desperately desired.
Her focus returned to his eyes as the grin behind her mask widened. For the most part, this was done the easy way with as little force as possible. "In a sense, you would be my little errand boy. But such is the price of freedom until I can end the b***h's life."And after that, well, Nick didn't plan any further than ending the Judge's life.
"So, do I have your loyalty? Or shall we do this the hard way?" She hissed with a cruel satisfaction. "You've been such a good boy so far... I wouldn't recommend spoiling your streak..."
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Gestalt Effect Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:17 am
"Well, seems some are luckier then others." Riot spoke out as he watched the Judge take back her hand, and he let out the breath he had just relize he had been holding. The action for the most part he hoped was covered by the shrug he gave with his words.
"Diffrent title, same resolve." Riot answered with a less of a shrug in the form of a twitch of his shoulder. "Sounds for the most part fair." The male added letting out a sigh. It would do everyone a favor to have the 'real' problem gone after all.
Riot had for the most part made up his mind. Though he couldn't help but be taunted slightly by the curiousness of a 'hard way'. "Don't you tease me, now." Riot raised a finger and tapped to the air with his finger at the idea.
"You might fool yourself, I am not as 'good' as you may think." The Bandit King gave a smirk, it was a deal then.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:34 am
"Judging by your first and only encounter..." The Iron Judge hissed spitefully. "I would only assume you are as good as any other. However, I am no longer interested in such things from you. Your abilities elsewhere are what -I- am looking and will require of you. As a thief your talents stand out among the rest.." The Freudian slip was not noticed.
Her left hand rest on the grip of the whip attached to the whip at her side while the right hand flexed creating a soft metallic sound as the gears worked to make the fingers move.
"Now, I shall ask one more time. Answer clearly... Will you do as I ask willingly or unwillingly?"
A small stream of steam quietly hissed through the lower vents in Nick's shoulder as the palm begun to heat just slightly. She was aware of contract loop holes. Nothing was set in stone until he agreed verbally and the Iron Judge would not settle for less than that.
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Gestalt Effect Vice Captain
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 1:57 am
Hearing the Judge's words, Riot skillfully kept the bewilderment her words caused him hidden, though it might have slipped through the windows of his soul. He understood, that she picked up on his sly banter he would tease with any woman. Though the raw emotion, and only in encounter, first even? It caused him to pause as he searched his memory. The Night of the bar and his brother, the other officer his brother knew and the lieutenant under his command that had caught his eye-was the only thing his mind kept dropping back to...But that, Before he could think any more of it-it was like a unwillness-a subconscious unwant pushed it back.
"...That...they do." Slowly left Riot after a moment. Blinking, he was waken from his thoughts as his sight caught that of the whip.
"Mmmm." The male purred and moved hand to his chin, he seemed to pounded for a moment. Though it was for show-he had already made up his mind before the whip was shown persuasively to him.
"I guess you leave me no choice, temptress." Riot spoke with a smirk. "I will help you, in your wants in exchange for my own." The male answered raising a eyebrow to the steam that hissed from the shoulder of her arm, before letting his clear gaze slip back to the woman before him.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 2:17 am
"I came here with a purpose.. failure is not an option." The Iron Judge lifted a hand from the whip. The steam ceased as the hand cooled down. Smart boy, force was not needed. "Don't worry, I am still bound by my contract with your foolish friend. You will not be harmed... I will be sure of that."
Her right hand lifted as he tapped a claw on the chin of the mask in thought. Of course there had to be more leverage. His words sealed the contract, but...
"However, disappoint me and I will personally kill your followers starting from your favorites. Let's just use their lives as your signature to this verbal deal."
The glow in her eye dimmed a little as she drew a deep breath. The Jury must have been getting restless out there. He was still more or less under orders from a higher authority. Time was running out for this interaction.
"When you are needed I shall come for you personally... I will work on your contract with the b***h before than, so take some time to relax..." she chuckled. "... Now, unless you have any questions, we are done here."
Nick lowered her right arm as she waited for a response.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 2:42 am
"I don't fail." Riot spoke in a sure tone as he tilted his head a little to the side as the woman stayed her whip. Though that didn't stop him from feeling a p***k of dread as he watched the Judge tap her mask's chin.
He remained silent.
Hearing the limations of the spoken contract, he felt the emotion of anger seep on to his face as his gaze narrowed and his brow frowned. He did not agree to other's lives being apart of it. Though in a game of words and making deals, he knew now it was too late. His jaw tightened, and his teeth clinched as he forced a smile. He repeated in his mind. He didn't fail.
That what ever the hell he had gotten himself into, He kept reminding himself...it was worth it
"We are done here, my dear." Riot spoke with some ill-contempt after knowing the 'fine print' of their deal.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 3:02 am
"Very well, my sweet. Until next time..." The Iron Judge grinned from behind the mask, that eerie sense of satisfaction had returned to her tone.
The next step was complete. Next, she had to hunt down Titus and Kai, but not after a few more errands from the Judge. Best not to keep suspicion because of carelessness.
She turned around causing the black cloak to swirl around with her movement. A trail of visible black fog followed in its wake even as she begun to walk toward the door. Before reaching the exit she paused and lifted her right hand to the mask.
"Hold tight to that lucky memory of yours, because in the end... memories are as cold and dead as their origins." She chuckled as she ripped the mask off her face than tossed it over her shoulder at Riot. Her back remained turned to him, only revealing the profile of the left side of her face, even as she proceeded to exit the tent.
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Posted: Fri Mar 30, 2012 3:18 am
"Until, Next time..." Riot answered back, letting his gaze drop to the ground to his thoughts as the Judge turned her back. Hearing foot steps stop, It was then Riot pulled his eyes back up to see what might have stopped her.
Hearing her, and before he could answer, His thoughts where taken by the familiarity of the profile of the woman that reviled her face to him. It caused his eyes to widen with shock.
Frozen the masked dropped at his feet, and Just as she left. The Bandit King Dropped back to fall in a chair. His Chair. Though at the moment he didn't care which one-he just felt like he was knocked on his a** and the wind was knocked out of him.
He knew who she was....
After a moment, his gaze dropped to the mask before his feet. A hand reached out and snatched it up. Picking up the cig in the ash try on the table. Riot moved the almost burnt out item to his lips for one final lengthily drag. Relaxing back in his chair, he let his eyes closed. He Cursed in his thoughts
Well,...
No going back now...
As the Cig was spent, Riot let his gaze slowly open to look back at the twisted Mask. Moving the cig from his lips it paced it's dying end between the eyes of the mask and pressed it out.
"Let it Begin,...."
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