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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Apr 10, 2007 2:49:04 GMT
Yazoo could easily hear him... dark mutterings rarely escaped his heightened senses. "No need to wait for us," he pointed out, none too cheerfully. "I'm fairly sure we should have no problem catching up to you." His eyes narrowed at the thinly veiled insult, but even so he sped up his pace and did not reply to Fituna again. If my interest in her has become so obvious that even THEY can observe it, I should avoid doing anything to confirm their suspicions, at all costs.
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Post by *~Nikkole~* on Apr 10, 2007 2:59:21 GMT
Fituna stayed quiet, but ready to jump in. She knew Jeremy had little patience with people he didn't know too well.
Jeremy muttered some more but it was incoherent as he stalked down the side of the road. As they reached the bar he looked to Kuro, the other boy looked back. They both sent each other a cold serious look before nodding, pulling out easily concealed but powerful handguns; loading them and thinging them before putting them back into their coats. They were obviously ready for the worst.
Fituna saw this and sighed softly before readying her own gun. She hated using them, but she knew who she might be dealing with....
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Apr 10, 2007 3:04:11 GMT
Yazoo followed suit, double-checking his own weapon for action. Yes, it was still ready to go. He put them back in the holsters under his coat, keeping an eye on his surroundings-- his instincts were kicking in again, overriding his other considerations, if only for now.
He waited for the boys to enter first, taking up a position directly behind them.
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Post by *~Nikkole~* on Apr 10, 2007 3:22:21 GMT
((I'm sticking to this thread cause I'm lazy. lol))
Jeremy and Kuro went in and straight to the bar, Jeremy slamming his hands down next to a tall burly man. "You. Answers. Now." He demanded, Kuro glaring at the bartender to shut him up.
Fituna stayed near the door, glancing around for anyone else. She would be back up for now.
The man downed his shot before standing and facing the boy before him. He was a good three heads taller then Jeremy and not nice looking. "Who the h*ll are you?"
Jeremy narrowed his eyes. "I wasn't talkin' to you a**hole." He snarled before looking over to a smaller figure. "You're the one I want." The other person was actually a woman, a tall thin woman wearing a slinky black dress and heavy makeup. The gruff man was most likely her body guard.
Fituna sighed. Jer don't kill yourself here...
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Apr 10, 2007 3:31:09 GMT
Yazoo came forward to Jeremy and Kuro calmly, almost reverted to his normal, reserved self. "Down, boy," he advised. "I, personally, would suggest filling in a few more specifics." He glanced at the lady. "Unless, of course, you happen to know already what he's referring to... then we could perhaps save ourselves some time." He kept his hand casually on his holster, keeping track of the emotions around him... and watching for the first sign of a planned ambush...
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Post by *~Nikkole~* on Apr 10, 2007 3:50:26 GMT
Jeremy snarled silently at him, not liking his interference. Kuro was slightly relieved that Yazoo had butted in, he feared Jer would explode.
The woman motioned for another drink before pulling out a light, taking a drag before grinning at him. "This a new guy? Sure is cute..." She shook her head and let out a dry laugh. "Vikktor always went after the cute kids, didn't he?" She looked to Yazoo. "And you are?" Her tone was crueler sounding now, not liking the fact she was being interupted.
Jeremy seemed to be foaming at the mouth. He knew who she was, but her name, age and everything else was unknown. Completely irrelevant to him at the moment....
Fituna walked up and started talking to a black and purple haired woman and another man...
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Apr 10, 2007 3:56:54 GMT
Yazoo was unimpressed by her compliments. Curiouser and curiouser... she has little to no effect on me, unlike Fituna, although they are comparably attractive. "My identity is of small imprtance, but if you're trying to make small talk, I might as well indulge you. They call me Yazoo. There, I've answered your question... your turn, madame." I wonder if she would recognize the alias...
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Post by *~Nikkole~* on Apr 10, 2007 4:05:36 GMT
The woman scoffed and sipped her drink. "My name is nothing important anymore, call me Iz." She waved him off a bit. "Now go away."
Jeremy hated being quiet for so long. "Where is you master?" He demanded, clenching his fists, knuckles white. Kuro glanced back at Fituna, resting his hand on his gun.
Iz raised a brow. "Vikktor sure lets you have a mouth on you--"
"Vikktor is dead." Jeremy snarled. "Now answer my question." He was getting more and more heated. This was p*ssing him off....
The woman looked momentarily shocked, unable to find words. Her body guard was still standing, looking more to Fituna. She had been poking around and asking questions....
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Apr 10, 2007 4:18:07 GMT
Yazoo sighed. "Why are people always so shocked he's gone? Every time, invariably, the same reaction. What was he to you, anyway?" He turned to Jeremy again. "Jeremy... buy yourself a drink," he recommended.
He noticed the guard staring off in a random direction... he followed the man's eyeline and found him staring at Fituna. Oh, no you don't... not as if I should care, but I doubt second-rate scum like you is worth her time.
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Post by *~Nikkole~* on Apr 10, 2007 4:28:56 GMT
Iz glared. "Well he was the one who paid me." She hissed, her temper rising. "Vikktor was a good friend of my master, who will probably be livid when he hears about his murder."
Jeremy was about to say something but Kuro nudged him and he gave up, muttering instead. He ordered a drink and grudgingly drank it.
Fituna was cheesily flirting with the drunk man, who had tattoos and piercings. She had a different approach to getting what they needed.
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Apr 10, 2007 4:35:21 GMT
Yazoo looked away from Fituna. I am going to very emphatically pretend I did not see that. He, too, ordered a drink.
His attention snapped back to Iz as her accusation sank in. My, aren't we talented... He gave her a knowing smirk. "No one ever said that he was murdered." I strongly doubt that was merely a lucky guess...
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Post by *~Nikkole~* on Apr 10, 2007 4:43:40 GMT
Iz rolled her eyes. "Everyone knows Vikktor wasn't one to off himself. And he was too young and too healthy to die of natural causes, and yes I can read minds." She finished with a glare.
Fituna got what she needed and left that table, having no further need to talk to the drunk man. She gave Jeremy a stern look for drinking before moving up beside Yazoo, but slightly behind and distance involved. She waited for the conversation to end.
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Apr 10, 2007 4:51:55 GMT
Yazoo nodded. "Interesting. Then I suppose you can tell I wasn't the one who shuffled him off this mortal coil, mixaphorically speaking." He wore the same smiling poker face as always, but managed to somehow add a little venom to it. "That's beside the point, anyway. I believe the young man referred to some answers you in particular might have for us."
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Post by *~Nikkole~* on Apr 10, 2007 5:17:00 GMT
Iz rolled her eyes, moving on. "Masters at his house of course." She wasn't going to be helpful on purpose now....
Jeremy paid for his drink and leaned against the bar, glaring but calmer. Kuro was fidgetting a bit.
Fituna touched Yazoo's arm lightly to get his attention. "I have what we need." She said softly, shooting an icy look Iz's way. "Lets get out of here..." She pulled away and headed for the door. The other two followed closely.
Iz scoffed and muttered something into her glass as she finished it off.
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Post by Amnesty Lazuli on Apr 10, 2007 18:20:30 GMT
Yazoo followed Fituna without protest, but he had a feeling the short sentence Iz had given them obscured countless others. What are you hiding from us?
He shook his arm almost imperceptibly, trying to remove the odd, irritating tingle Fituna's touch had left there. He nodded stiffly towards the drunk she had interrogated. "Friend of yours?"
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