Post by Ajax Cornwallace on Oct 4, 2017 21:24:50 GMT
So, here he was, Ajax Cornwallace, ass kicker extraordinnaire and ass kisser savagé (which is French for savage), was going through what appears to be a place. This place was not like all places in the world because it was a place... that was unique. Alright, maybe that wasn't exactly poignant or melodious, but Ajax had drunken the strongest ether-make booze he had conveniently 'absconded' with from the vaults of the police, and that made his mind fuzzy with much fun times. Besides, if anyone wanted his A-game, they ought to actually pay him with a pay raise, for once. Oh sure, he was a contractor, but that didn't mean he should be considered dirt cheap... even if his work was dirt cheap. And oh sure, he got plenty of new toys to use, but the swordsman just wanted something more to spend the money with. Something meaningful... something amazing, and no, it wasn't love, it was the new video game called Chinpokomon 2. Limited only to iiW ∩. It was a damn fine game, which is WHY he had to actually work his ass off (for once in his life) and put the effort to earn cash.
To Ajax's eternal ire, he just HAD to take the initiative on this one, and prove to the Sanctuary big wigs that he was worth his price, and he wasn't exactly just a layabout who's only good for when a situation goes fubar. Oddly that's been happening a lot this week, but STILL.
Anyways, point of it all was that he was in a place. In Sanctuary. It had buildings and stuff, and most of those buildings are drab, and grey, with some annoying neon advertisements that taunted his current state of poverty. Near one of the building was a meet up. It was with the most secretive person in the world... and one only a few people knew. No, it wasn't this realm's version of Unitologists (whom Ajax had been thankful weren't on the realm Sanctuary was on) but in fact, someone only known as... the Shadowbroker. Or the Info broker. Or Miss/Mister Puffy Pretty Sunshine. He was going to meet that person in one of the buildings, which was--
He glanced down over the directions he had, before grumbling under his tone. "Oh for the love of all mothering FU--"
He took a left instead of a right, and ended up going to the wrong place. Apparently he had come a cross a bunch of kids smoking up some 'magic powder' which they called joom-joom. Right, he had to take care of that, non-lethally as possible.
HERE HE WAS. FINALLY. In 27th street bridge, at the meet up point. Albeit no less worse for wear, except for the spatter of blood on his face, his tacky as Hell red floral patterned Hawaiian shirt, and pretty much the cargo pants and sandals he wore, oh and the sword sheathe too he wore on a loose belt by his waist. Alright... maybe he made a mess, but it was all in a good cause. IT WAS IN SELF-DEFENSE. Right, that's how he'll justify it. How else would one deal with kids hopped up on magic drugs anyways capable of magical powers? Mostly the mistaken delusion of them being vampires because they sparkled and shot laser beams out of their eyes.
Seriously... Sanctuary used to be normal before this, lately.