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Post by Ajax Cornwallace on Oct 4, 2017 21:24:50 GMT
It was the butlerSo, 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.
Hours later...
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.
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Post by Nifa on Oct 20, 2017 18:43:44 GMT
The bridge of 27th street; Nifa arrived on time as usual, though kept herself hidden in the shadows. The smell of blood was not too hard for an ordinary human to smell, as her client approached closer.
From afar, the lavender haired child had witnessed what had occurred between the kids smoking magical powder, and the enforcer dealing with them as he should. It did give Nifa a hint of caution; she was dealing with someone who was completely capable of killing her. However, if he was only an average human, she had little to fear.
The youthful scryer witnessed the scene in the pocket mirror she carried around with her, and as he drew closer, she closed it up and tucked it away in the pocket in her jeans. The smell of blood was near, and as such, he was definitely in earshot. “You’re a little late, aren’t you?” she chimed in a perky manner.
“I take it you had some trouble on your way here,” she said in regards to his appearance. “Magic powder, was it? Strong stuff. Anyways, now that you’re here, what were your questions; what do you want to know?”
She enjoyed cutting to the chase, though at least gave him a reason to understand that she was the information broker he had agreed to meet up with. How else would she have known about the magic powder?
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Post by Ajax Cornwallace on Nov 30, 2017 20:31:48 GMT
Template TitleTaking out a tissue, Ajax uselessly used it to wipe the smear of blood from his face, soaking the handkerchief in absolute red. It was annoying to be coated in it, sure, especially if a bunch of kids were convinced they can conjure up dinosaurs from the ether and barf rainbows and skittles and so on, but hey, at least he can get his paycheck for pacifying those supernatural elements, ignoring the hypocrisy of his deeds when it came to that though. If Nifa was wary of Ajax, the man himself had not even an inkling this situation could get hostile, if anything, he was awfully relaxed for someone who had come out of a right mess.
Still, once he was within earshot when he approached Nifa he stopped before her, and sighed. "Yeah, well, I took a wrong turn and well..." He trailed off, the hesitation in his tone betrayed his lack of enthusiasm when it came to explaining things. He raised a brow when the woman had pointed out some of the small scuffle he was involved, and he snorted at that. "Psshh, yeah. You can say that. You get a bunch of prepubescent kids, give them power, and BAM, they all think they can take over the world, institute their own little Imperial reich, and worst of all, skip out on curfew. A travesty that is." He drawled out.
He pulled out a cigar from his pocket, Cuban, which all things considered MIGHT not be the best idea in Sanctuary, but he can just blame that on taking from someone else rather than say, literally getting it from Cuba, before he lit it up with a lighter, inhaling the cancer stick before puffing out the noxious fumes in rings. Pulling it out of his lips, he offered the cigar to Nifa.
"Yeah, magic powder. What tipped you off? Was it something on me, or the smell?" He asked, genuinely curious rather than truly perturbed. "I have a few stuff I'd like to know. First question is first. Who does your hair? It looks nice on you and so on and so forth." He added with a wink, which... didn't register as anything with the sunglasses he had. Grinning, he sighed. "Alright, but for real, I'd just like a few leads on a few stuff to do... few-ly as possible. Yeah. Words rhymes, like limes. I need to know the location of every magic using criminal within say... within this area? Would make it convenient for me, you know, because I hate walking far away."
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