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Lucifer | "That's his 'base of operations'? Maze, what kind of amateur jobs are you taking up these days?" Look, the little rusted ship sitting in the indicated location did not look particularly intimidating from the entrance to the docks. So sue him. |
Maze | "He gets some unusual cargo sometimes," Maze said, rolling her eyes. "Bet he thought this was the best way to slip under the radar." |
Octavia | "Yeah, you can't judge a ship by how it looks from the outside," Octavia added in a drawl that sounded vaguely offended, if you knew how to listen for it. |
Duke | "Thank you." Duke shook his head. "You all understand the idea of using a cover, right?" |
Lucifer | "Boat people," Lucifer sighed. "Of course I know what a cover is. I had just been hoping for something a little more interesting, considering I gave up good seafood for this." |
Maze | "Oh, whatever," Maze said, already halfway down the docks to the ship. "Just don't barge in and yell 'hello, smuggler' like you usually do." Beat. "Tonight that's my job." |
Seivarden | "What's the plan here?" Seivarden asked. "Do we have one?" |
Octavia | "Busting in and grabbing the guy, by the looks of it," Octavia drawled, reflexively picking up her pace to tail Maze. "What more do you need?" That was meant as rhetorical. |
Duke | "So . . . as a guy who also owns a rusty-looking boat and occasional deals with the, uh. Less than legal side of things, can I just note that he will probably have lots of weapons and hiding places around? You know, as something to keep in mind while barging in and grabbing him." |
Octavia | "One, Octavia is correct, and we don't really need much of a plan otherwise," Lucifer said, as he strolled right after Maze. "Two, they always have weapons, it'd be kind of cute if it wasn't such a wear on my suits." |
Maze | "And rummaging around his boat trying to find stuff will be your job," Maze said, hands sliding into her pockets to grab two knives as she approached the ship. |
Seivarden | This was one of the occasions where Seivarden was reminded what a bad idea selling her armour for drugs had been. At least there were other people here who were invulnerable to weapons. "You can't be killed either?" she asked Maze. "So you two," she gestured at Lucifer, "go in and keep them distracted and the rest of us can search through it." It was a fucking boat. She would only have needed a few ancillaries for this. This was a fucking boat and she realized she had missed doing something she was actually good at. She pulled out the gun she had brought. At least it was probably a decent one for this place, she trusted Rosa not to have tried to make fun of her by picking a bad one. |
Duke | Duke checked his own gun. "If I get shot tonight, I'm going to be very annoyed. I just want that on the record." |
Octavia | "Oh, he better not do anything that stupid." There was a very small, very dark sliver of Octavia that would probably have reveled in the excuse for unbridled violence. The rest of her, not so much. "Let's just get him." |
Maze | "Just what I was thinking," Maze said, stalking across a thin plank onto the boat. Nobody on the outside, a big steel door between them and the inside... "Hey! We know you're in here!" She threw a quick glance over her shoulder at Lucifer. And kicked the door in. |
Lucifer | Lucifer sauntered in behind her, hands still in his pockets, looking like this was just a fun jaunt out on the town. Not so much the poor man inside. Brown-haired and brown-bearded, he jerked away from the table at the center of the main cabin and yanked his handgun out of his pocket. "Who the hell are you?!" he yelled. "Hello, smuggler," Lucifer chirped. Maze smacked him. |
Seivarden | If she hadn't expected this to be easy, Seivarden would have insisted on at least some kind of strategy. Now she just followed, part of her wishing that she could have given orders on how to do it, but being well aware that no one here would even consider following them. Hopefully they could at least make it entertaining. |
Duke | Duke paused before following them in, glancing over at Octavia. ". . . Do we actually know what we're looking for?" |
Octavia | Octavia shook her head. "Nope," she said, dryly, then nodded ahead. "But I'm pretty sure Maze is about to dig it out of the guy." Not literally. ... Hopefully. |
Maze | "I want the box," Maze said, rolling her eyes at the smuggler. "The metal one. The special delivery." "Are you nuts?" the smuggler retorted. "Get the hell off of my ship! I'm not going to ask again." He cocked the trigger. "You really want me to break your arm?" she said flatly. |
Lucifer | "You're clearly a tough one," the smuggler - Emil - said, his eyes flicking from Octavia to Duke to-- He moved his arm to point the gun at Lucifer. "Wonder if you're still so tough if I shoot your friend over here." Lucifer laughed, none-too-soft. Then stopped. Abruptly. "Please don't," he said. "I literally just bought this jacket." He made a vague gesture at Seivarden. Weren't they supposed to run off while Maze and him caused a distraction? |
Seivarden | Seivarden backed away, keeping an eye on the smuggler as she did so, and quickly stepped into the next room. "So, metal box?" she said to herself, looking around. |
Duke | Duke ducked through after her, gun held low and ready. Their smuggler might be the sort to have friends around, after all. "Seems likely. Especially if it locks." |
Octavia | Octavia had a tendency to go her own way, and this time was no exception. She didn't need anyone with a gun looking out for her, thanks. So she ducked quietly the other way to look around. Knife in hand, of course. |
[ to be continued in the comments! ]
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Date: 28 Apr 2020 17:42 (UTC)no subject
Date: 28 Apr 2020 17:43 (UTC)Lucifer took another step towards him.
"... Are you crazy?" Emil yelled, blinking. "I will shoot!"
And another step.
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Date: 28 Apr 2020 18:34 (UTC)no subject
Date: 28 Apr 2020 18:49 (UTC)He doubted that. If this guy was any good at all, he had at least one hidden compartment. Especially if he was bringing in guns and drugs.
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Date: 29 Apr 2020 07:31 (UTC)Most of the boxes appeared to be cardboard.
Back into the hall, the walls seemed to be made of neat steel panels. The nails keeping them in place seemed rusted-- and in one spot, the metal curved just slightly at the seam.
In the other direction, the hallway quickly opened up into another mid-sized bedroom-- or what would have been a bedroom, had someone actually bothered to do anything with it. In fact, a large filing cabinet had tipped over just behind the door, kept diagonal only by the solid presence of an old oak desk. A corner of the room had a massive pile of newspaper in it, while various cabinets and boxes laid piled carelessly in the other one.
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Date: 29 Apr 2020 07:54 (UTC)She was still listening for whatever she could hear from the main room as she sifted through the piles. Ready to bolt that way if it came to that.
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Date: 29 Apr 2020 08:50 (UTC)"Locked metal box," she muttered.
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Date: 29 Apr 2020 17:27 (UTC)no subject
Date: 29 Apr 2020 18:10 (UTC)The cardboard boxes Seivarden was tearing through contained... stuff. Sometimes bags. Sometimes papers. Sometimes money.
One far in the back felt heavy.
The ship creaked dangerously near Octavia's location. Something metal behind all those boxes seemed to shift, and there was a loud clang as it hit... something.
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Date: 29 Apr 2020 19:01 (UTC)But she had not enjoyed that creak, no. However, she was also not about to not investigate the noise that had followed. And so, even more hurriedly than before, she began shifting the boxes out of the way to see what the hell had made a clang.
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Date: 30 Apr 2020 12:03 (UTC)She opened the box carefully, in case it did contain a metal box, and in case that box contained something fragile.
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Date: 30 Apr 2020 14:39 (UTC)Really, this whole boat offended him. Just because this guy was a criminal didn't mean he couldn't show some self-respect.
He kept working on the panel, trying to pull it open enough to get at the bag. It might not be what they were looking for, but if it was hidden away like this, it was probably going to be valuable. Or at least interesting.
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Date: 1 May 2020 09:43 (UTC)Seivarden's box, on the other hand, held... ... ... a collection of heavy art figurines, styled after populair anime characters.
As for Octavia-- well, that was a heavy, locked metal box, yes.
And then the gun went off.
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Date: 1 May 2020 10:38 (UTC)She tried catching Duke's eye at the other end of the hallway, and nodded down at the box she was carrying under one arm.
The knife was back in her other hand.
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Date: 1 May 2020 15:19 (UTC)Lucifer and Maze were basically bullet-proof. There was no need to rush into anything here.
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Date: 2 May 2020 11:06 (UTC)As the shot went off she instinctively turned around and rushed towards the door. Lucifer might have insisted on being immortal, but she hadn't actually seen it, and so she moved, as quietly as possible, back from where they had entered, gun in her hand.
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Date: 3 May 2020 08:00 (UTC)There was a hole in the bottom of his shirt, right over his abdomen. "Honestly. Every single time!"
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Date: 3 May 2020 08:01 (UTC)Maze rolled her eyes. "He did warn you."
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Date: 3 May 2020 15:00 (UTC)A thought occurred to him about the feathers in the bag under his arm. They were much too large to be most ordinary birds (he'd learned a lot about birds this spring). And he was hanging out with an actual facts angel. . . .
Right. He was absolutely keeping these things. Hopefully angel feathers didn't potentially carry horrible diseases, the way some bird feathers did.
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Date: 4 May 2020 14:44 (UTC)Neither was she rushing into the room, especially not when she was the one with what may or may not have been the box they'd been looking for. And so she'd crept right by the doorway, and stopped there.
To listen and to wait, for an opportune moment. Looking from Duke to Seivarden and back, in case either had a smart idea on how to proceed.
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Date: 5 May 2020 12:16 (UTC)He sighed, bringing up the fabric of his shirt so he could consider the hole. "You couldn't have aimed somewhere that was easier to fix?"
Oh. Right. The man was still aiming at him. "Now drop that," he said, and grabbed the barrel of the gun, ripping it out of Emil's hands-- and smashing the firearm over Emil's head.
The guy went down like a light.
Lucifer let out a quiet chuckle. "Always have wanted to do that."
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Date: 5 May 2020 12:19 (UTC)no subject
Date: 5 May 2020 19:29 (UTC)Octavia slipped back into the room (though knife still in hand, thank you), and held up the box.
"This it?"