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| Slumbering Threats; Narrated: Ciaran | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Feb 11 2017, 07:33 AM (1,266 Views) | |
| ZetaAzuel | Feb 23 2017, 10:23 PM Post #31 |
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As Ciaran pushed open the door h would find that the office was... not as conservative as one might've expected from the head of a security office. There was a bouncy castle in the corner of the room, pictures of cartoon characters hung up on the wall, the desks were vibrantly colored, and when he stepped in spotlights shined in Ciaran's face, almost blinding him as they circled around. "And now ladies and gentlemen! Boys and girls! Our boy, our man, our main attraction who survived the gauntlet of doom! Mr. Bonitis!" The voice came from the chair behind the colorful desk and it quickly swiveled around in such a high speed that it was just a blur of colors before it bounced out of the chair, off the ceiling and landed right in front of Ciaran. And The Mystery Man Is... "Congratulations on making it through! I honestly didn't expect it, and part of me really hoped that you would've failed after coming so far! But all the same congratulations!" He ruffled the young man's head. If he looked up he would see a... CLOWN!? "I tell ya son! I haven't had quite a laugh like that since I saw my own son go through the gauntlet. Really got my eyes full of tears!" There wasn't any way that this clown could be the head of this security office? This had to be some kind of joke... right? "But anyway let's put jokes aside now, shall we. As much as I love them, you've proven yourself to me to be somewhat reliable. Or at the very least good at causing mayhem and destruction." He waggled a finger toward the boy. "I really did think about just killing you then and there after you shot two of my goonies into pulp, but I figured... he's got a mask. There's more to him than meets the eye. Let's see how sane he is and see if he can live a fun filled ride up some stairs." He waddled back over to his desk in his gigantic clown shoes, sitting down only for a large farting sound to emit as he sat. He tossed whoopie cushion out from under his seat towards Ciaran's feet. "Automatic Woopie Cushion, trying to get the thing on the market but it's a little slow..." he said as he watched the thing inflate itself once again. "You're probably expecting the 'work for me' spiel right? Same old same old guy asks for help from the guy that infiltrates his system. Nah, I can already tell from the look on that mask that you're a free spirit. You don't like the man holding you down, I get it. Who likes authority right?" His hat seemed to frown as he spoke the word. "Down with the man!" The clown patted his hat. "There there... all in due time." He said with a soft chuckle. "My son is always doing this, playing tricks on me and trying to get my hard earned info that I sell. But that doesn't bother me... what bothers me is that he never makes it fun anymore! He just sneaks in and avoids all my traps and tricks! I can't enjoy myself, and no one is confident enough to try these days except him." His hair seemed to droop with disappointment. "Tricks with no fool make Moe a sad clown." But despite his sadness, he perked up slightly when he looked back at Ciaran. "That's why I want to make a deal with you, you seem like a tricky kind of guy. Doing stuff cause people asked you to and cause they might be fun... want to try and some of my tools out on the field for me? It's kind of like a side business for me. Steal and sell info is the main thing, but my passion has always been making and giving kooky gadgets to crazy people like yourself." He offered a gloved hand to the boy. "So what do ya say? I let you become my trick using man and do whatever it is you want. Just make sure to get it on camera, or video! I want to see the look on people's faces!" He made a frame with his fingers as he zoomed in on Ciaran. "I mean... the alternative is I just kill you here and now so I think the deal is failry obvious right?" He laughed as his hands reached for his stomach and he leaned back, nearly falling over as he let out more gut powered giggles. "Oh dad, you never change." Pal said as he pulled his device out from the server, clipping it into Skale's pad and then tucking the device back into his pocket. "Alright, we got what we came for, let's skedaddle bro." He said as he began to leave the server room with Skale looking dumbfounded at the screen as to who was running this place. "That's... not really your dad is it?" "Sure is bro, pops has always been a funny guy, no matter what kind of business it is he always wants to make things fun. At least for himself, used me a few time as a gunnie pig for his traps, but I got too smart for him." He pulled out his phone and began to dial a number. "Yeah Salt, we got the stuff! We should be out in a few minutes." He said before hanging up. "Let's go, Salt'll be here in a few minutes and I don't want to miss the ride." "What about Ciaran?" Skale asked as he reluctantly followed Pal's lead. "Oh him? He'll be fine so long as he doesn't do anything stupid. Like, deny my dad that little request. Or try and fight him. He doesn't like getting his gloves dirty... so he should be okay." He began to type on his tablet. "But if all else fails, I could get him a way out in case the worst scenario happens. Let's just keep an eye on him for now." He said handing Skale the tablet that showed the video of what was happening in that humorous room. Skale wasn't fond of leaving the boy behind, but he didn't have the firepower or the manpower to go up there and drag him out if anything bad happened. He'd just have to put his faith the the kid would find a way to get out of there in one piece. |
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| Oirarana | Feb 24 2017, 12:35 PM Post #32 |
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Ciaran felt almost like facepalming as he saw the man who had agitated him so much. To his surprise it was an actual honest to god clown. "Can't say I was expecting that..." he muttered to himself as he stared at the energetic manchild that he saw standing in front of him. Really though, he had gone into this location with absolutely no expectations and he still managed to be surprised with what he encountered. He did however duck away from the attempt to ruffle his head, having no interest in such physical contact. He watched with wary resignation as the clown waddled around the room talking about things that held very little of Ciaran's attention, though he was tempted to point out that if the Clown's guards went down so easily it was probably for the best that he had killed them. He also privately admitted to himself that he had kinda been expecting the whole 'work for me' speech, it wasn't the first time he'd heard it from the less than legal types who saw what he could do and was somewhat glad that the clown man was smart enough not to make that suggestion. With a hand on his chin, he seemed to ponder the offer that was made, rather unconcerned with the eccentricities expressed by his potential... business partner? "Besides my life, what would I get for being your beta tester?" he asked curiously, hands coming up behind his head as he rocked back and forth on his heels, "I'm not going to work for free for ever just for sparing my life once. Gotta be somethin' of a compensatory manner after the first one at least." A second thought drew his attention and he seemed to ponder it for a few moments, "I also want full disclosure on anythin' you want me to test. What it does, what angle you intend it to be marketed to, and most importantly... I wanna know the possible things that could go wrong. Won't stop me from testing stuff, but I wanna know if the thing I'm supposed to test has a 50% chance to blow my arm or head off, savvy? If we can come to an agreement with those things in consideration, I don't see any reason that we can't work together and see what kinda things your stuff will do to people I meet." He waited curiously to see how the clown would respond. He really didn't want to make him hostile, but he wasn't just going to blindly agree to something, even if it did save his life. |
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| ZetaAzuel | Feb 24 2017, 03:50 PM Post #33 |
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"You drive a hard bargain, especially for someone who I could spray into a cream pie on the wall right now!" The clown put his hand on his cheek as he thought about the repercussions of letting the boy know the intricate details of al his kooky gadgets and tricks. Though odd enough it didn't seem he was worried about them killing him, maybe he just wasn't a big fan of surprises. "I guess you're not a big fan of those old ACME TV shows where the coyote always ends up getting hurt from his own inventions huh?" He frowned slightly as he flipped through what seemed to be a collection of DVD sets of such cartoons. "Injury is the base of all humor. Whether it's physical, emotional, or mental, humor is derived from the pain and suffering of other people. And as a man who loves to laugh nothing brings me more joy than knowing that I can cause pain to people with my stuff. Even the user of such tools..." He seemed hesitant to go along with Ciaran's deal if only for the fact that maybe one day he might actually end up blowing off his arm. "Hmm... I've thought about it and..." He swiveled in his chair, banging his fist on the table with a gleeful smile. "IT'S A DEAL!" He bounced off his chair to shake Ciaran's hand personally, towering over him with his gargantuan form before letting go and searching through what looked to be a literal pile of paperwork that was tucked into the corner of the room. "Alright just gimmie a sec and find the right thing..." He dove in headfirst, somehow making a 'splooshing' sound and disappearing into the pile in a way that only defied physics. He would pop his head out every few seconds, wearing what looked to be a scuba diving mask and a snorkel as he continued to wade through the papers. Eventually climbing out and resting on his back with one sheet of paper. "Ugh... I didn't think I was going to make it." He breathed heavily as he looked like a man on his death bed after traversing the pile of paperwork. "I hate signing things, but I have to make decent money somehow..." He stood up pulling a pen from underneath his hat as he walked back over towards his desk. "You'll get full disclosure on whatever I hand you, and you gotta come over at least once a month. Could be at the start, could be at the end, but if you miss a day I'm going to be personally hurt." He clutched his heart as an oversized tear dangled from his eyelids. "And I don't do well when my feelings get hurt. Or you know, you could just call me and let me know." He scribbled his number on a piece of paper before folding it into an airplane to tossing it towards Ciaran, it flew in a circle before flying right back at the clown and poking him in the eye. "Ow... whoops, wrong model." He said as he refolded it, this time into some other airplane shape and then tossing it back towards Ciaran. "By the way, what's the best way to get into contact with you? Phone? Email? I can have a dog recognize your scent and just chase you till the end of the earth with a message did behind its back. You should see it cross the pacific ocean! It's a show I tell ya." The clown seemed to have no shortage of jokes up his sleeve or under his hat. "By the way, what do you prefer? Pizza or Tacos? Japanese food is great and all but sometimes I just get hungry for a good deep dish styled pie you know what I mean? I'm sure you've got some taste you need to be sated. We'll chat over lunch or dinner, or if you're a morning person we can do breakfast as well. Sounds like a good deal right?" |
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| Oirarana | Feb 24 2017, 04:24 PM Post #34 |
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"I've never watched TV" Ciaran responded as he was asked about something regarding a Coyote and other odd connections which made no sense to him. "as for harming the user, think of it this way, if I know it will, I can trick other people into using it on someone else, saves you having to find a new tester." He watched with dull curiousity as the clown amanaged to go literally swimming in his paperwork, somehow not even remotely surprised that this was what was happening in his life now. "I don't stay in any place long enough to go there at the same time every moth, I'm not going to be in Japan every moth for these little meetinfs." He caught the second paper plane and pocketed it, shrugging at the man's queries, it was obvious his patience was running thin, but only through the light tapping of his feet. At this stage he had decided he wanted to get out of here and no longer have to deal with this crazy man and his eccentricities. "Phone is fine, and I prefer pizza" came the uninspired answer, the boy's head titled to the side as he tried to work out how he was going to handle this next sitation, and he could already feel the headache coming on. A meal with this clown? How would he manage. |
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| ZetaAzuel | Feb 24 2017, 07:32 PM Post #35 |
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"You've never watched TV!? I feel sorry for you! There's so much quality entertainment on the tube." The clown seemed genuinely shocked that the boy hadn't once ever seen a television show. It almost made him want to strap the boy down and just start a marathon to show him what he was missing. "That does sound like a nice idea... if you can pull it off. That makes more sense, just like cartoon logic. I love it!" He said as got up from his seat. "How about this, I'll pay you for each time you can make me laugh from using my tools. Each laugh will get you say... a certain amount of cash. And maybe I'll even give you a bonus if it's so funny that I end up falling out of my chair when I see it! You get money, I get a laugh and some feedback on how my tools work and everything works out okay." He got up and began to adjust Ciaran's position on the floor. "Let's see, let's see... if you're going to be traveling around it would be hard to get your payment sent in. But I suppose I can find ways of delivering it to you if I've got your number. What was it again? I don't think I remember it." He would wait for Ciaran to tell him his number before hastily writing it down using the carrot that was on his hat. "Great, great, I hope you like bacon on your pizza. Cause that's what I always end up putting on mine, that an jalapenos but you know, if you can't handle the heat I can always just get you regular cheese." He made a frame with his hands again as he looked up to the ceiling and then back at Ciaran. "I think we're done here, so just remember to give me a call soon. Or I'll call you, I've always got things cooking." He reached into his desk, tossing Ciaran what looked to be a small toy of himself. "Give that to my son if you see him by the way. He's always leaving it behind." He said as he lazily looked at his desk which suddenly popped open with levers and buttons. "Okay now I think it's..." he pressed a button, and an safe attached to a string slammed onto the ground right next to Ciaran. "Whoops! Sorry, sorry, I just got this thing installed so... still trying to work out the kinks in it." he pushed the button again as the safe slowly reeled back up into the ceiling. "Maybe... this one?" After pulling another lever, a cream few into his own face. An elongated tongue popped out of his mouth as he licked the food off his face before tossing away the casing. "Yummy, but still not what I'm looking for..." He pushed another button, this time sneidng a pie splatting right onto Ciaran's face. "Oooh... hope you like bluberry at least." It was a good thing he still had that mask on. "Okay, enough jokes this one should do the trick." It was a bit red button that screamed DO NOT PUSH, but he pushed it nonetheless. And suddenly the ground underneath Ciaran would open up like a trap door. "TTFN, ta-ta for now." The clown waved as Ciaran was slid down a winding path of slides that bent, jumped, and passed through pipelines and walls before promptly kicking him out of the building right outside of the gates. "Hey, right on time!" Pal and Skale walked up to the boy as he had been flung out of the building. With their ride right beside them, the grounds outside were swarming with spotlights and security guards, likely trying to find their intruders. "Get in, can't let the heat gain on us." Salt said as he opened the car doors as Pal, Skale, and Ciaran were quickly shoved inside as he drove off speeding. "So, how was the chat with my old man?" He noticed a bit of pie still left on his face, scooping it up with his finger before taking a taste. "Blech... I hate blueberry." He said as he crossed his arms trying to get comfortable in his seat. "Well we've got our information, we know where Kull is being held up at. Now it'll be time to start looking into how to get ourselves prepared for a break out." "Oh, a prison breakout? Sounds like fun. Can I get in on that?" Pal said, seemingly excited at the prospect of being able to aid in such a daring mission. Though it was more so the fact that being able to free some unsavory people might be worth a pretty penny to the right person. "We're... still working on the finer details. This was just step one of the whole thing. Nonetheless... if you wanted to help out I wouldn't mind it." Skale said, the boy was clever and had some clear knowledge of technology and security. It would be foolish not to accept his help, especially if he was just doing it for the fun of it. "Sweet!" He turned to Ciaran. "Looks like you and I might end up being horde bros!" He slung his arm around his shoulder, not really caring whether or not Ciaran would likely hate the fact that he was pushing his patience. |
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| Oirarana | Feb 25 2017, 12:41 AM Post #36 |
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Ciaran watched, listened, and caught the toy clown when it was thrown at him, all the while with a deadpan expression on his face (not that it could be seen behind his mask). Really, this whole situation had been a pain in his ass, it had shown such promise but then it had turned out like this, such a disappointing path for it to take. Instead of having fun fighting with guards and playing around he was the one who was played with, and he hated that feeling with a passion. Such was his apathy to the whole situation that he didn't even flich when the heavy safe slammed into the ground next to him, simply looking slowly over to it and watching casually as it was reeled back into the ceiling. He idly wondered why anyone would need such a thing to begin with, but couldn't really bring himself to entertain the thought further. His head turned back to the clown just in time for the blueberry pie to splatter across the off-white mask on his face, slowly sliding down and falling to the floor as he exuded an aura of long-suffering irritation, hands clenching slightly as he tried to remain calm in the face of further humiliation. Of course, the universe being what it was, he was soon hurtling down a series of slides that normally would have had him crying out in joy. Unfortunately he was still so agitated by the series of unfortunate events that he couldn't find it in himself to enjoy the ride. He did manage to pull off a solid landing by flipping through the air to avoid face planting on the ground. Focusing slightly he caused his mask to crumble into dust, freeing his face as he hopped in the car with a put out expression on his face. Crimson eyes slid to Broseph Stalin as he was asked how the whole thing had gone, and he wordlessly handed the Clown toy to the other male with a frown, refusing to talk to him after the agitation the boy's father had caused him. It took a supreme effort of will not to kill the other male as he slung an arm around his shoulders, his expression going from put out to 'murderous grin' in less than a second, though he doubted that Pabro Picassbro would notice the difference. First Cyril and now this guy, why was it that the horde always seemed to recruit people he wanted to kill in horrible ways and wasn't allowed to? "Godsdamnit..." |
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| ZetaAzuel | Feb 25 2017, 02:34 AM Post #37 |
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"Hmm?" Pal said as he took the clown toy from Ciaran. "Oh, I knew I forgot something, thanks mate!" He pocketed the little toy into his pocket, seemingly unaware that he had happened to get it from the man that he was stealing from in the first place. "It's my good luck charm, even though I constantly steal from my dad he never holds and bad blood for it." He said as he patted the pocket in which the toy was kept in. "He's a real nice and funny guy when you get to know him, you know, despite being a black market dealer for info and stuff." Pal said as he watched the building disappear from view. Skale and Salt were both silent, and with Ciaran not offering much for the conversation the boy found it hard to keep a conversation rolling with just himself. "So what's the next plan for you and your gang?" Pal asked leaning in towards Skale who seemed just as avoidant as Ciaran of the hyperactive youth. "Well like I said, even if we know where he is we're going to need some firepower to get him out. We'd have to schedule a time to try and break him out, and we'd probably do good to try and plant someone inside that could get this information out to Kull so it's not a surprise when it happens." Being the brains of a wild horde often meant that he had to think more than ten steps ahead to make things go well. "So you need to plant an informant inside? Won't that be hard with the people of your horde and stuff? I mean aren't most of them deserters from society. They do background checks so it would be pretty hard to do that kind of thing." Pal questions made Skale's brow furrow with frustration. He had a point, but he'd just have to find someone willing to do the work. Which meant he'd have to pay someone off, good thing he had some money from all those raids saved up. "I could plant someone for you if you need." Salt spoke up from the wheel, making a simple glance at Skale in his mirror before turning back towards the road. "And the cost...?" "...Well considering that you helped Pal with this little gig, you can consider it a favor. I've got friends in high, medium, and low places all over. I'm sure I could get someone inside to help you out." He said as he adjusted his hat. "As for weapons, I know a guy that could smuggle some decent stuff for you, but all I could do was introduce you to him. If you want the weapons and stuff, then you'd have to figure that out with him." He tossed a card from out of his pocket to Skale. "He goes by the name Smoulder, specializes in smuggling stuff, if you do good by him as you did by me, then I'm sure you can get something out of him." He stated as he looked towards Ciaran. "And if you're looking for some wild gunfights... I'm sure he could get you something more exciting than this." He said with a soft grin. Skale inspected the card, "Smoulder Fireworks..." That seemed to be their next destination on this crazy ride on Kull's liberation, but if it was as easy as this last job, then maybe things wouldn't go so bad. He just had to hope that Ciaran didn't get bored or infuriated with the jobs that might've come. Or potentially the people as well. [Thread Exit and Close] |
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| Phantasma | Feb 27 2017, 05:21 PM Post #38 |
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Earnings:
Comments: So when I first saw this thread I had the fear it'd be way too easy, just get in and get out. I was pleasantly surprised when that was far from the case, in many instances the runner (Ciaran) barely escaped death by the quick of his nail. I really have no advice aside from minor complaints about missed opportunity for detail on both parties narrations, I mean, it did make the story flow fast if that was your goal? It's a personal opinion so make of that what you will, I just felt like I should note it for future reference in case the pacing was accidental versus intentional. Other then that? Great thread, had an even amount of conflict and comedy, did my best to not focus on the various names the blondie got in Ciaran's narration. There were a lot. Enjoy the spoils guys, you deserve them~. |
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