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Post by Imperator on Jan 6, 2014 18:14:05 GMT -6
T sighed then grabbed hold of Ciaran and pulled him off of the man, he then did the same to Destiny. "Seriously? Christ. You people have no people skills." He offered a hand out to the mysterious figure. "Let's start again. I'm Merrick. You don't have to tell me your name, but it would be polite."
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Post by Courier6ix on Jan 6, 2014 18:27:43 GMT -6
Cìaran stood there, angry as well as flabbergasted. TRUSTING STRANGERS? This guy has obviously not plaid an MMO before. What would happen next? He get comfortable with he and Destiny? Cìaran was working with the two, to be sure, but so far he was in it solely for the rewards. Perhaps he could bond with them, but you don't act like you're buddy-buddy with someone you just meet. You observe. Especially in this case. He was honestly half tempted to just go to the pub and forget the other two at this rate, but the guy had given him the letter. He assumed if he pissed off that someone else if not the same guy would find him. As long as he got to lodge a knife into someone's virtual skull before the day was over, he'd be happy.
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Post by guycoolspore2 on Jan 6, 2014 18:37:21 GMT -6
The masked man chuckled and shook the man's hand. "Well, if I had a name I would share it. That knowledge had to be sacrificed to get the job I have." He looked back at the alley, smiling, though they did not see it.
"Follow me. Perhaps your rather straightforward friends bringing us here is a good thing." He moved past him and to a trap door on the left side, and pulled a key out of one of his pockets in his left sleeve, unlocking and opening it. "If you wish to have more answers, we must learn to trust each other. I am inviting you into my home. My trust for you has not been lost just yet."
That was quite funny. They actually thought they could hurt him. His arm was only slightly uncomfortable, and that knife? Bah! Not sharp enough to cut warm butter. They needed better equipment, and fast.
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Post by Courier6ix on Jan 6, 2014 18:45:05 GMT -6
Cìaran looked at Destiny, the only sensible one, and then decided to slip away. Entering sneak mode he very carefully scaled up to the roof tops, still having perfect view of the situation. If he had a bow, it would be readied by now, but unfortunately he had yet to unlock that. He'd have to settle for his throwing knives skill which still was, albeit, low.
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Post by guycoolspore2 on Jan 6, 2014 19:17:39 GMT -6
The masked man laughed. "Get down from there, you fool! I can still see you. My offer still stands, you know. My door is open, and will shut soon." He looked at both Destiny and T, beckoning for them to come along, still holding the door open.
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Post by Imperator on Jan 6, 2014 23:12:45 GMT -6
T bowed his head to the masked man. "Gratitude, friend." He walked into the home, smiling to Ciaran and Destiny as he did, ready to defend himself in the possibility that this was a trap. He might have been friendly to this man, but that by no means indicated that he trusted him. T was no stranger to befriending a man, or a group of people then screwing them over and taking things for himself. The name he chose, Merrick, was the same one he used in an older game to do just that. He was yet undecided if he was going to do it to this group. For now they had his loyalty, due to promises of riches and equipment. But they didn't have his trust, that was a lot harder to acquire and would even surprise him if at least one of them managed to gain his complete trust.
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Post by guycoolspore2 on Jan 9, 2014 17:20:29 GMT -6
The masked man shook his head. "Very well. I suppose you can wait out here." He slipped into the basement, the table in the middle of the room still having the jester suit and mace from his times of disguising that day. There was a smaller circular table in the corner with several chairs around it, and the shelves were still full of containers containing strange liquids and gels.
The masked man smiled at his guests. "Anything you need? Food? Drink?"
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Post by Courier6ix on Jan 11, 2014 13:17:30 GMT -6
Cìaran swore and then decided, "Well, I guess I do have a back-up character. Time to accept that I'm dead at the hands of idiots. Co-op is ridiculously overrated." Jumping down from the building he shoved his way into the dark door, waiting to see what fun, horrific, and sick form of slow death this bugger had planned.
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Post by guycoolspore2 on Jan 12, 2014 13:02:11 GMT -6
The masked man looked to the door. "Ah. I see the deliverer has decided to join us. I was offering to give some food and drink. I have a storage unit underneath the floor here. Some crystals from an Ice Wyvern's stash keep it all nice and fresh for guests."
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Post by Imperator on Jan 12, 2014 13:32:05 GMT -6
Merrick shook his head and leant against a wall that gave him a good view of the entire room. "No thanks. I'll pass."
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Post by guycoolspore2 on Jan 12, 2014 13:46:56 GMT -6
"Very well. Anyone else? No? Alright, then." He walked to an unlit torch in the wall, pulled it out, and took a few false panels out of the floor. "Well, just because you don't want some refreshments, that doesn't mean I can't have any. I'll be back in a minute or three."
A light flickering glow was seen from the storage unit, likely from the torch.
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Post by Imperator on Jan 12, 2014 16:23:34 GMT -6
Merrick chuckled. "You might just be right about the life saving thing." Merrick stepped forward a little upon hearing about a competition and someone else getting a larger cut than him. "Woah... What's this about a larger cut and a competition? If there was money involved Merrick was always interested enough to at least find out what he'd have to do.
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Post by Courier6ix on Jan 12, 2014 18:01:30 GMT -6
Cìaran dismissed this ridiculous idea. "I will put up no fight for a larger compensation especially when"--he turned to Merrick--"dealing with idiots", he said adding some malice on "idiots". "However, I see no point in competing. You'll find out soon enough my skills and can judge accordingly...and at this rate there's no guarantee that I won't take his compensation off of his corpse at this rate. Assuming, that is, that we don't die in here. Lesson number one, DON'T TRUST PEOPLE!!! In fact you shouldn't even trust us. I certainly don't trust in you two, especially you"--he said to Merrick--"and won't until proven otherwise. At this stage, this is a business contract to me. And if my employer or co-worker and I have a disagreement, I won't hesitate to have all options open. We're not friends yet, we're working together. This isn't the real world where people are people, not that you can trust a lot of people in the real world either, but people can actually DO things in here that are far past illegal out there. And it's just as permanent as out there, you die and bye-bye character. You'd have to start all anew, and there might even be a time period between making the next character, I'm not sure I didn't read the whole manual and stuff."
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Post by Imperator on Jan 13, 2014 8:09:22 GMT -6
In response to Ciaran, Merrick just laughed to himself and shook his head dismissively as you would at a child. "I never said I trusted anyone. You're so quick to assume and condemn, one might think you've had a bad experience with trust." Merrick leant back onto the wall and casually pointed at the door. "If you think you'd be better off going at it alone, in a game that's impossible to solo, then go right ahead. Be my guest. Because I certainly won't miss you."
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Post by guycoolspore2 on Jan 14, 2014 19:12:22 GMT -6
The masked man smiled. The floor was covered on the bottom by a black sheet and was held up by columns in certain areas. Cheap, but effective. He could hear everything being said.
They seriously didn't trust him. In any other circumstance he would've been offended, but he just opened the storage unit and grabbed some dried meat. The torch was on a low sconce on the wall, so as not to light the place up in flames. He went to the steps, extinguished it, and walked back up.
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