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1/15/2018 1:51:30 AM
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[i]A Return, of Sorts[/i] [i]8:40 PM[/i] [i]Dojoville[/i] "Why am I back here at this shithole, Kris? Because I felt like it. I was born here, and I think it's time I came back." "[i]Eve, you know it's not safe here. Your father, and everything, they could sti-"[/i] "Shut up." Kris sighed disappointedly as he followed his companion out of a small freighter. "It's changed a lot, ya know. They've added onto the defenses and the village... I almost preferred this place more open." [i]"I think you should shut up this time."[/i] Eve chuckled and followed the path into the village, Kris following. "I think we should stop by the bar, see if we can find anything... or maybe..." Eve turned to face Kris, a happy smile on her face. "Some[i]one."[/i] [i]"God I hope not."[/i] The duo eventually made their way to a crowded but acceptably clean bar and entered, Kris holding the door open for a drunken, vomit-covered man. "Ew." [i]"Mhm. We've seen worse, take a seat."[/i] [spoiler]O[/spoiler] [spoiler]P[/spoiler] [spoiler]E[/spoiler] [spoiler]N[/spoiler]
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  • [spoiler]choose: Males: - Leon: Chill Mexican ex-military from him home, electrokinetic and uses a spear. - Angelo: Chill gayboi Italian Soecial Forces operative who loves to entertain people Females: - Eris: Shy And bubbly werebeast girl who’s kind. She’s very easily amused by new things - Daun: Shaman chick who is cursed to act more animalistic. Can be a bit of a hardass but loved to joke around.[/spoiler]

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  • Angelo sounds hella lit

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  • [spoiler]aight one sec.[/spoiler]

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  • A girl watched the two tiredly,looking up from her drink. Her singular blue eye watching from behind her blonde hair. She raised her glass in greeting, but kept to herself otherwise

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  • The two both nodded in greeting before heading to the bar. As they both ordered their drinks- Merenzaine Gold, she would notice -she would also hear the mention of a name: Michael Drake.

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  • The girl perked up and walked over to the pair. Something felt off, and she didn't like it. "Pardon me...but what do you two know about my boss?"

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  • "He's your boss, eh? Doubt it, unless he's a pimp. My father knew him." Kris looked at Eve sternly and tried to keep himself from laughing.

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  • "I'll pimp your white trashy ass if you don't keep your trap shut, I was the person stitching him up after every operation"

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  • Eve grinned slightly. "I bet you would. As for Drake, I need you to take me to him. A matter of business, you could say."

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  • "Mm.....no." She said, sighing "I don't think so "

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  • "I don't think that'll be a problem." A man had stood up since the conversation started, and had made his way towards the duo. He was surprisingly young--not too much older than themselves, but he matched the description that their informant had given them. Pale blue eyes (one fake), black hair neatly groomed, a sleek cybernetic arm, and a stylish crimson jacket with the insignia of the Arrowhead. This was Michael Drake, no doubt about it. When he saw the girl, he squinted ever so slightly, as if noticing something familiar, but didn't choose to comment on it. He let the moment hang for a second. "So, what do you want?" He said neutrally, shooting Alpha a glance.

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  • "My father used to tell me that he knew you. Until he died, of course, about 7 years ago, but he said that you were famous for the raid on the Hermes. According to news, and this bartender here, that happened only about a year ago. Mind explaining?" "[i]Would it be better if we, I dunno, took this somewhere else? Like our ship?[/i]" [spoiler]Did Garin ever tell Drake what he wanted to name his daughter? I think he did, but I'm not sure.[/spoiler]

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  • "Here's just fine." Drake said curtly, his suspicions rising. He'd rather make a deal in public than go with people that he hardly knew to what could be a trap. Smugglers were shady, but they weren't idiots. Better to be careful than to be dead. "And yeah, the Hermes was about two years back. If I knew your father from over seven years ago, then I must've just started my career. Only one thing he could've remembered me by..." Michael pulled up a seat and sat down slowly, almost menacingly. Chances were, he misunderstood what Eve was saying completely... And that wasn't a good thing. "What was your dad's name?"

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  • "Garin Fohrik." The two were both slightly put off by Drake's demeanor, and as Eve started to reach for her coat pocket, she said something else. "I have a photo, too." She handed it to him. The picture showed Garin, Drake, Winchester, and the rest of the crew on board the new luxury liner Drake had captured mere weeks earlier.

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  • Drake audibly put something back in what sounded like a pocket (but was probably a holster) as he reached forward to grab the photo with one hand. He frowned when he saw it, recognizing the date, but left with so many questions. Thankfully, he'd calmed down, whatever potential misunderstanding that had arose was rectified. "Garin... Your father was quite something. Still not quite sure as to what. Bit of a spaz, but he was a good man, up until he stabbed us in the back." Drake looked up at Eve, his tone still easygoing. He put the picture on the table and slid it back to her. "He mentioned a daughter before, but I can't say he ever told me your name, or where you were born. I didn't choose to pry then, but I'm interested now."

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  • "He didn't actually get married and everything until after his 'betrayal'. He would always tell me that that was his biggest regret: turning on his friends. And, well..." She stood up, Kris following suit as she offered her hand. "I'm here to right his wrongs, so to speak. I've been waiting 22 years for this, Drake... It'd be my pleasure, and my father's, to be able to call you captain."

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  • Drake remained silent for a while. To be quite honest, this was a surprising turn of events, and his mind was still reeling from the potential implications. Thankfully, his mouth was always a step ahead of his brain. "What about your friend here?" He gestured at Kris with his prosthetic hand, almost dismissively, "He want a job too?"

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  • Kris shrugged. [i]"If you could use some extra muscle, I could come along too. I'm great with any firearm and better in a fighter. I could help with scuffles during an op, persuasion of informants or other targets... that sort of thing."[/i]

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  • Drake nodded approvingly, and then returned his attention to Even, "And what about you? Besides honoring a debt, I mean. Do you have any particular skills?"

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  • Edited by Hal0T1nman: 1/17/2018 12:41:08 AM
    "Everything my father taught me and more. Good with a sword, firearms, better than him in a fighter- and that's saying something - excel in infiltration, something my father particularly sucked ass at... and this." Eve was gone from Drake's sight until he felt a tap on his shoulder. "My dad had it too, supposedly."

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  • Edited by GingerlyWalnut3: 1/17/2018 2:44:50 AM
    Drake didn't even bother giving her a glance, as he was rather used to the whole teleportation trick at this point. That wasn't to say that he was not impressed by their skillsets. He nodded, "Honestly, we've been a bit short on manpower lately, and I'll take just about anything or anyone I can get. Having some people with skills wouldn't be the worst thing I could have." He finally stands up, remembering that the two never introduced themselves formally. "But this is all going a little bit too quickly for my tastes. First off, I wanna know your names, or at least an alias. Then, I wanna know if you've got any affiliations with a faction, foreign or otherwise. Then... I'll consider."

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  • Yo m8 reply

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  • "Evelyn Smith. My dad requested I used a different last name so as to not draw attention." "[i]Kristiano Ivashkov. The name sounds Russian, I have a British accent, I get it. We're childhood friends, see.[/i] [spoiler][b][i]DMITRI[/i][/b][/spoiler]

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  • "Well Alpha, since I'm sure you're just dying to have your old buddy's kids on the ship, I've got a spare room on the ship for 'em." Drake said sarcastically, not knowing if Eve had ever learned of the enmity between the former goat and her father. From the context of that remark, she could probably tell that it wasn't stellar. But Drake was impulsive, and this move would be his way of allowing Garin to have some semblance of redemption, even in death. He turned back to the duo, "Well, it doesn't pay well, and the crew's a bunch of jackasses, but if you insist, I'll let you guys in." The "no questions asked" policy had always been a risky one, but it was a tactic that Drake had learned from one of his former captains. Quite frankly, as long as his crew performed, he wasn't usually one to pry about one's past. Knowledge was a burden, one that he didn't necessarily need. The fact that he knew so much about the current members was a testament to their friendship. "I'll take you to the ship when you're ready to leave."

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  • Eve slapped a few coins into the counter and finished her drink. "Let's go, then." Eve reached into her pockets, then extended her hand again for a formal joining of the crew. She nodded ever so slightly towards her hand.

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