|
Post by Tayl on Jan 13, 2017 0:59:05 GMT -6
"Hey! I'm not a little kid, you know!" Fray shouted after Papes, puffing out her cheeks, "I'm, like, 16! That's BASICALLY an adult... grumble grumble..."Despite this grave offense toward her character, Fray immediately returned to a neutral state as the Mysterious Tennis Man resumed speaking. "Dicro I wanna meet a murderhobo!!!!!!!!!!""Dude Dicro ask him what the hell a credit is, how much money is that dude what's even the currency around here dude""Sure, I think we can help with an escort mission," Dicro agreed, to the visible excitement of everyone but Tintra, who simply folded her arms a bit tighter. Something did feel a little off... he was really only familiar with one mercenary company, and it was one that ran into fire rather often. But this was a new clusterfuck Reality with new clusterfuck companies, so maybe he didn't need to worry about the safety of his sorta-kinda-alliance members.
|
|
|
Post by papes on Jan 13, 2017 2:00:11 GMT -6
"Too bad! The box says the game's for ages 18+, there's no way I'm letting you play it!" Papes shouted back from Lazul's room. Speaking of, Lazul was taking a nap when the shouting woke him up. Only he was still feeling extremely tired "Oh good you're awake! Let's go bother Lausac."
"Huhwha. But I was taking a nap."
"Too bad. Now let's go. I don't care if i have to literally drag you over there."
Lazul let out what seemed to be the longest, and probably somewhat loud as well "Uuuuuuuuuugggggggggggghhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh" as Papes forcibly escorted him out of the apartment, on their way to pester someone else.
Ignoring what just happened over there, Yval looked at the tennis dude for a bit before shrugging. "Sure, why not." Even if it wasn't the currency he was used to, it was better than nothing definitely. There were other people that agreed to this as well, huh? Right. His new neighbors. Though this felt weird to be stuck with a bunch of near-strangers on some escorting mission so soon, he figured he might as well get used to being around them.
"So I'm guessing I'll be stuck with you guys, then? Hopefully I won't cause too much trouble for you. Although..."
Of course. Of fucking course. His attention was focused on Dicro now. "...heh, you're cute. ♥" He was beginning to use a low, flirtatious, and very seductive tone. "I'm afraid we might not have a lot of free time, but you wouldn't be opposed to the idea of.. getting to know each other after, would you...? ♥" During the sentence, he'd gotten a little closer to Dicro's face, making eye contact, even making a trailing line with a finger from somewhere on the jawline to just below his chin, with a look that, between the Alliance Members really, only Dicro would have been able to read this as goddamn bedroom eyes. The quick wink Yval gave him before turning back to Tennis Dude, putting on a more serious face, and quietly putting some distance between them, may not have made things any better either.
"So, when will we be heading out?"
you know, the fact that he's wearing a garter that can be seen is probably at least some amount of noticeable.
|
|
|
Post by Exuro on Jan 14, 2017 6:51:22 GMT -6
"Good, good! I was expecting to have to fly solo, which isn't exactly favorable in my situation. Fairly new to the area, y'see, and my usual methods of putting a crew together don't seem to exist around here. As for credits, I seem to recall places where you can exchange just about any currency on hand for any other thing. Super convenient for someone in my lines of work."
Yval's appearance and mannerisms were eyebrow-raising enough as-is, so his coming-onto-Dicro routine didn't seem to faze the tennisman all too much. Or maybe he was just used to it? Hard to tell.
"We should head out as soon as everyone is prepared; timeliness in a virtue in cases such as these. Oh, but I should at least introduce myself before we run off into the proverbial line of fire, especially seeing as we're apparently neighbors and such. You can call me Doc Crank. Doc, for short."
|
|
|
Post by Tayl on Jan 16, 2017 3:37:59 GMT -6
"Ummmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm,"Dicro stood there, face frozen into a redder version of the pleasant and welcoming smile he was wearing just before Yval's intrusion. The other alliance members didn't look particularly changed, perhaps used to this sort of thing now. The exception was Tintra, who looked rather alarmed before returning to her sullen expression, glaring at Yval for a moment before averting her gaze. "Lewd, dude.""Wow, Dicro, you sure are good at making friends! You didn't even have to try!""Oh, wait! I don't think we should leave our apartment unattended..." Soleil pointed out, changing the subject much to Dicro's relief. "One of us should probably stay behind," she suggested, rubbing her chin as she thought through who would strategically be the best to have defend the apartment while simultaneously being someone they could afford not having on an escort mission. "I'll do it," Tintra volunteered without skipping a beat. "You sure?" Dicro asked, sounding just a little concerned. "Yeah.""Aw man I was just gonna dick around playing Pokemon...""Well... alright then, looks like we're ready whenever you are, Doc," Dicro said with a nod, much to the excitement of the other alliance members.
|
|
|
Post by papes on Jan 16, 2017 5:15:23 GMT -6
Yval thought about it for a moment; did he forget to take anything with him? Doesn't seem like it.
He'd have let out a small smirk at Dicro's reaction, but decided against it. He also appeared to be unfazed by the glare he received from Tintra.
"I'm ready to go, too."
|
|
|
Post by Exuro on Jan 16, 2017 6:34:41 GMT -6
"Excellent! Always good to meet others who are prepped for a job at a moment's notice. Play your cards right, and I'm sure we could have plenty more fruitful business ventures! Not to sound too full of myself, but nurturing good connections with skilled, like-minded individuals can take you far in this sort of work."
With that, Crank headed for the door, one hand resting on something conveniently obscured by his coat. The racket, perhaps? Did the alliance just sign on with a combat tennis player? Well, there's one way to find out.
|
|