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Dark Heresy: A Soul's Worth (IC - OPEN)

Re: Dark Heresy: A Soul's Worth (IC)

Postby Writer » Thu Jan 13, 2011 7:54 pm

Krak grunts a bit at hearing the prizing, and considers his own funds. He had enough for either of those, but it was a hefty sum for most people either way. Especially the underhiver scavvies, who had to make due trading whatever bits and bobs they found in the detritus below the lower habs.

"I'd say Varley too, if only because we ourta conserve thrones whenever we can, and I'm nah 'posed against a drink if one's offered. Though... if the young girl here's willing to cover the extra costs at the shonky shop to get us down faster, or convince the man to lower his price, well, I can whistle up the thrones for that too." he says, peering at the woman.
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Re: Dark Heresy: A Soul's Worth (IC)

Postby Sword Goddess » Sun Jan 16, 2011 9:06 pm

Luna formed a little grin on her lips, "Oh - you can call me what you want, darlin' is the least of many pet names people have thrown on me in the past." She rolled both shoulders before slipping her hands into the deep pockets of that coat, "Ah, well, you can call me Luna. That's what most people do, anyway, and it seems to fit me fine."

She nodded again before looking back over her shoulder at the others, "Yeah, suppose you could say I'm not from around here specifically, but I do live down under. As for getting down, whichever way is the lesser pain in the ass would suit me just fine,"
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Re: Dark Heresy: A Soul's Worth (IC)

Postby Kitab Al'Ibar » Sun Jan 16, 2011 11:14 pm

Sim glanced between the three of them, gas mask seemed wary, the spry old one was rambling slight and ‘Luna seemed to be taking the lead in her relaxed stride. She shrugged, “Varl’s it is...” and stepped into the middle of them looking at each in turn, the hint of a devilish smile ghosting across her lips as she settled her gaze on Jestella: “Perfect, you’ll stick out like a sore thum’” she cast a sidelong glance as Castelle too: “You might do in a pinch.”

Without elaborating she turned suddenly and led the way up the street to their right, beckoning for them to follow, a couple of hundred metres away a large sign could be seen among a forest of others, naming their destination as: 'The Pitcher and Pole’, a somewhat garishly coloured establishment sandwiched between a shop on one side and a gambling den on the other, jaunty adverts plastered to its walls showed drinks offers and images of dancing girls several people could be seen bustling in and out of the building – even from this distance it looked full.

Pausing a little down the street, Sim waved Krak and Reid over, speaking in a hushed tone: “I told ya Varl was an ‘onest man...” She waved at the building: “His customers, not so much, even at this time o’ day. He’ll have some girls on stage, but they won’t have a pinch on her.” She gestured pointedly at Jastella: “That’s in our favour ‘ere boys, she’ll catch a few eyes. All you need to do is look ‘ard and someone deep enough in their cups will step up.”

She flashed them a predatory smile and rolled her shoulders in a theatrical shrug: “Varl will catch wind and be ‘appy to get us out of his ‘air, long as it ain’t you guys throwin’ the first punch... an’ you don’t make a mess.” Her shotgun suddenly appeared in her hand and she ran a caressing finger along its side pointedly: “Keep your boomsticks out of it.” She looked at both waiting to hear an affirmative before she continued, at the very least, she should be able to get a measure of them both from this.

(OOC: I just wanted to remind you that in the packs given to you, each of you received 100 Thrones on top of your starting funds, full list is in the OOC thread.)
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Re: Dark Heresy: A Soul's Worth (IC)

Postby Inquisitor » Tue Jan 18, 2011 6:23 pm

Jestella was being lead along through the streets with an ever more increasing sense of wrong; exactly what were these people planning? Something about that woman's eyes screamed indecency in this, and she was hardly one to comply with such decadence!

Still, it was flattering to know people thought her an attractive woman - almost flattering enough for her to forget they were using her as bait. "Oh? So easily swayed?" Jestella speak with her educated tone and examine the building both outside and in with a quick glance while following along.

Why was she the bait again? Wasn't Luna pretty too? Hell, couldn't the Sergeant be used as bait? Okay, that made her bark with laughter. "No guns, oh?" She spoke with this element of amusement and pleasure; almost taking a bit of pride in their new company, since while Jestella could certainly handle a firearm...she was favorable toward close combat. She came well prepared in that regard. But something said limbs flying and blood spraying over the carpets wouldn't be well received by the local population.

She smiled though, since she could use her fists to great affect as well. "So long as I don't have to let them...touch me, I can play the part."
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Re: Dark Heresy: A Soul's Worth (IC)

Postby Writer » Wed Jan 19, 2011 8:09 pm

Sergeant Krak thinks he sees where this is going, so he simply nods sagely, and pushes forward towards The Pitcher and Pole.

"Sounds like a plan. Nothing much to it but getting started, then," he says, as he passes by the women.
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Re: Dark Heresy: A Soul's Worth (IC)

Postby blackshade10 » Wed Jan 19, 2011 10:20 pm

"No guns, eh?" He asked, glancing to the vertical double barrel on his shoulder. "Shame." He sighed, sliding the gun into a sling under the coat. He flexed his fingers a bit, looking a bit stiff- he did have the brass knuckles hidden underneath the glove. Just in case. He also had the metal club hanging from his belt. The knife might be too much, best keep that sheathed.

"Alright, let's get this over with. See if I can't barter for a discount."
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Re: Dark Heresy: A Soul's Worth (IC)

Postby Kitab Al'Ibar » Thu Jan 20, 2011 1:00 pm

Sim flashed a broad smile, maybe this group would be so bad after all, they certainly seemed to have some fighting spirit in them... if some were a little impatient: “They might give it a try lass, but you look capable enough.” She nodded reassuringly to the girl: “Tho’ try not to make too much of a mess.” She suggested as her shotgun once again disappeared back under her coat and she darted forward, overtaking the older man – she would have to get their names soon – “I’ve got one or two things to sort out, I’m sure i'll be able to find you.” She winked and disappeared through the entrance a few seconds before they reached it, just long enough for a group of heavily drunk workers to stagger out of the bar and make for the betting shop next door boasting about how they were gonna win big on the race.

As they entered their sense would be assailed, first by the sudden shift to dim neon lighting illuminating select areas of the stage where women so scantily clad it left little to the imagination were smiling coquettishly at patrons as they gyrated on poles. On the opposite side, the bar was reasonably illuminated, with a large new neon sign boasting it as the official ‘Tertius Phantom Racing bar’ and showing off an impressive selection of drinks and several more serving girls only slightly more moderately clothed than those on stage. The thick warm air would follow, bringing with it the smells of stale sweat from the heaving press of workers, cheap alcohol and cheaper lho-sticks. Close on its heels, the mixed noises of music for the dancing girls, general chatter and the sound of squealing tyres coming from the massive pict screens newly hung on the walls.

The bar had appeared modest from outside, but it became apparent that it stretched in a large curved T shape behind the shops at either side, with the dim light showing another bar and stage at the back, making it a surprisingly capacious establishment, or would have been, had it not been filled with hunched forms crowded at the bars, stages, pict screens and tables or leaning against any section of unoccupied walls. Most wearing the thick work overalls of the factories, but there were some groups of local residents.

Standing for long in the entrance was not an option of course, and the group was slowly funnelled through the ever shifting channels made by the movements of groups surging to the bar and back once they’d made their purchases. Several of the people they passed had let their gazes linger on the party – both male and female alike – long enough to seem uncomfortable, but apart from some jostling as they passed, they tried nothing.

The passage opened after they passed the main section of the bar letting them move a little more easily, it became apparent that several eyes had fallen on Jestella – and the other party members – but most were not drunk enough to approach the party of scavies. It was only when they passed one group where a younger member had almost been dragged back into his seat by a less inebriated companion with a forced smile, that another young member of group seeing his chance lurched unsteadily to his feet in front of her, raising his eyes to meet hers with what seemed like titanic effort and obviously making an attempt to sound sober and appealing he slurred: “Well, check you out, treacle. ‘in’t ‘chu a rare treat, lookin' so, so, tasty.” He leant closer with a feat of balance, reaching a steadying hand to her waist: “I won’t bite.” He promised, managing a wink.
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Re: Dark Heresy: A Soul's Worth (IC)

Postby Writer » Sat Jan 22, 2011 7:59 pm

Kretas is suddenly there, interposing himself between Jestella and the youngster and holding a threatening fist up under the young man's nose.

"Ya won't bite if ya'r lacking ya teeth, yeh. Get offa her, ya worthless bagga slime. We's just passin' through."
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Re: Dark Heresy: A Soul's Worth (IC)

Postby Kear'Naun » Wed Jan 26, 2011 8:18 pm

Castella followed the rest of the group and their new guide along the road into Varleys. She tries to keep on guard but is slightly distracted by something Sim said. "I might do?" She whispers to herself. "Might do for what?" Forgetting the Micro-bead for a moment. Then the smell and sound hit her as they enter the bar and she takes a disdainfull sniff. She lets go of her new gun but keeps a firm grip on her club. She takes a moment to scratch her still slightly itchy aquila nose stud as that youngster trys to get fresh with Jestella. "Hm?" She scowls at the rest of the youngsters as Kretas gets into the face of the too bold one, balling her free hand up in fist as well.
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Re: Dark Heresy: A Soul's Worth (IC)

Postby Kitab Al'Ibar » Thu Jan 27, 2011 2:54 pm

The youth looked uncertainly at Kretas; there was an authority in Kretas’s voice that would have brought him up short if his mind wasn’t dulled to the fact by the empty pitchers on the table behind him, so instead it focused on the more immediate threat of the fist under his nose, which he leaned away from and made to push it aside with his own as he slurred back: “’In’t she a bit young fo’ you? I’m surprised ya still got teef.”

Behind him there was a scuffle and squeal of chairs being pushed and people blustering into each other as his friends split into three distinct groups: a couple that wanted to drag the boy back before a fight broke out, counterbalance by a few that were buzzing for a fight, the two groups tripping over each other as each tried to gain momentum. Both were generally ignored by the third group; those too drunk or disinterested to care. A cheer rang out from the crowd watching the pict-screen; oblivious to the brewing fight.

The movement steadied the boy, first reassuring him that his friends had his back, and then wounding his alcohol inflated pride. In a fit of pique he pushed towards Kretas, trying and failing abysmally to intimidate the slightly shorter man: “Maybe I shud loosen a few a yur’s.” His attempts to sound menacing were lost in the formless slur and the threatening fist he tried to make wavered uncertainly.
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Re: Dark Heresy: A Soul's Worth (IC)

Postby Writer » Thu Jan 27, 2011 7:31 pm

Kretas almost laughed at the pathetic display, but he didn't want to threaten the boy down completely, nor did he want to strike the first blow. Either would be beside the point. Instead he snorts derisively, and tries to brush the boy's threatening fist aside casually, as if dismissing the young man as beneath him. Drunken pride tended to not handle that so good.

"Ah, yore nuffin' but a drunken child wha' don't know whut he's doing. Getch yur dumbass back onna seat!" he yells, making a point of acting loudly annoyed at this stage.
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Re: Dark Heresy: A Soul's Worth (IC)

Postby Kitab Al'Ibar » Fri Jan 28, 2011 9:23 pm

The sergeant’s taunting had drawn the attention of some of the other patrons, and a number of those nearby were backing up, not wanting to be drawn in or lose their drinks. One of the serving staff behind the bar glanced nervously at her comrades before disappearing through the supply passage behind the bar.

The young drunk was now getting truly annoyed, with a sneer his alcohol addled brain struggled to come up with a retort: “Betta a drunk’ kid than wat you’ll be when I’m thru’.” He lurched at Kretas, spurred on by a chorus of support came from the small group of compatriots, loudest from the three who had sprung to their feet at the chance of a fight, but the young boys drunken motions clearly telegraphing the heavy handed swing he levelled at the sergeant’s broad chest, a hit that would have connected had Kretas not already been anticipating it. The sergeant dodged the blow cleanly in a move that perhaps spoke volumes about his past life, either way, the dodge left his drunken opponent struggling to keep his balance.

The group found themselves in a small area that was hastily being vacated with only the die-hard drunks not flinching from their spots. The boy and Kretas squaring off in the middle, the assembled scavengers to one side with Jestella at the front and the 5-strong group of the boys supporters, the front three already sizing up their opponents, one had picked up an empty pitcher to use as a club, the back two who had been trying to stop a fight looked reluctant to be dragged in, but couldn’t just ignore their friends.

((Initiatives please folk, either roll them and post them up in the OOC thread or sort some means of organising yourselves sharpish and we will get this under way.))
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Re: Dark Heresy: A Soul's Worth (IC)

Postby Writer » Fri Jan 28, 2011 9:36 pm

Krak pulled back his hand and formed a fist, even as he dodged the blow. Krak had brawled before, in his youth and later. Hell, he'd brawled with his brother, right after he'd gotten back from Mara and the Vervilix. They'd both gotten piss drunk that night, and they'd both beaten the crap out of each other, because that'd been the right thing to do at the time. Tough love. Krak grinned maliciously. He'd show this kid some tough love too.

"Yur the one tha's wanting this beatin', runt! Juves like ya orta respect yur elders," he grunted angrily, letting his fist fly. In a way he was taking out his frustrations with the softness so prevalent here on Lasoura on this random kid, but it felt good to finally let loose a bit. He had a lot of pent-up agression to vent.

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Re: Dark Heresy: A Soul's Worth (IC)

Postby Kitab Al'Ibar » Sat Jan 29, 2011 11:34 pm

Kretas methodical blow connected hard on the youngling’s bare arm, the force of it knocked a sharp cry of pain from his lips as it almost spun him off his feet, but the drunkard managed to stay upright: more sensible men might have backed down after such a mighty blow and despite his rum courage he was looking decidedly more nervous, but a sharp glance confirmed his friends were jumping in and he straightened himself; unwilling to lose face in front of them, he resolved to continue despite the pain and numb sensation spreading down his arm.

The pitcher-wielding leader of his drunken comrades - noticeable by his full body work suit and with a small pin at the lapel denoting his senior position quickly - moved to support his ailing friend: with a hearty roar of: "Get em' lads" he came at Kretas from the side swinging the glass pitcher like the club it certainly wasn’t, but whether it was the pitchers unsuitability as a weapon or that fourth drink he shouldn’t have had, something was playing merry hell with his aim and his swing went mercifully wide behind the sergeant.

One of the two who had been reluctant suddenly found himself with no other option than to get involved, the first was perhaps the oldest of the group - and broadly agreed with Kretas sentiments - was similarly clad to the leader, only without any seniority marks. For his part, he stalled, staying behind the others, waiting to see what happened.
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Re: Dark Heresy: A Soul's Worth (IC)

Postby Sword Goddess » Tue Feb 01, 2011 7:54 pm

Luna thought about pulling one of her concealed knives, but a sense of mercy or no desire to overreact kept her from doing just that; she didn't see any reason to kill them, after all. It's not particularly like they were pulling knives, blasters and base-ball bats, so she didn't have any adequate reason to be more lethal.

So much like a lithe panther she hunched down ever so slightly, almost as if she were preparing to pounce upon one of the young men. She had the slightest smile on her face too, you just had to wonder what she was up to.

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