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Post by Romena Santana on Mar 24, 2011 18:41:08 GMT -6
Dear Lich,
Toroa Island, the Saloon. You know which one. 14nth day, be there.
Sincerely, Makovi
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Years ago...how many years ago had it been since his ebony eyes had seen this place? His previous time here...it had been so long ago, and yet he remembered the place as though he had just stepped off of it. His mind was corrosive in some forms, and in other ways it was still young. The Fishman stepped into the saloon, the same one he had...what? 10 years ago? Something like that.... Walking in, he gazed at the empty room. It had only grown darker, in this desolate ghost town. His pistols holstered, he sat down, and faced the only doorway to the saloon. That was why he liked it. It was the only one, the one and only. Makovi knew it had no windows, and no other ways of entrance. It was a saloon made for one thing; holding it down from unwanted groups. Leaning back, he drew his pistol and rested it upon his knee, watching the door, and waiting. Lich would come alone, but what if Lich didn't get the letter? What if someone else did? An easy kill, nonetheless. Lich....oh Lich. [/blockquote][/blockquote][/size] |
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Post by LICH T. NOIR on Mar 24, 2011 20:03:24 GMT -6
Makovi, now there was a name Lich hadn't seen in a long time. It had been ages since the two had first met, it was so long ago that Lich had been over fifty percent organic. That was saying something; the cyborg had acquired a fair number of new toys since those days. He had racked up quite an impressive resume as well, in fact the only contract Lich had ever failed to complete was the one he had accepted on Makovi's life. Not that he hadn't tried of course. By the time the two of them had figured out what was really going on Makovi had shot Lich three times and Lich had broken a couple of the fishman's bones. With the tools Lich had at his disposal now the fight may have gone a little differently but the game had changed. Besides, Makovi and Lich had gone on a killing spree together, that made him like, almost family now.
Makovi had actually been a vital role in Lich's growth. If it wasn't for that fateful encounter Lich may not have made the decision to go fully automated. As a human Lich had been a tough mother fucker but now that he was an android he was on a whole new level. So upon seeing that letter addressed from Makovi after all these years of course Lich thought it was a trap. Why would that fish lipped bastard want to meet Lich now? The fucker had probably kicked the bucket and left a list of contacts or something stupid like that.
This wouldn't stop Lich from going however; oh no, someone got to the guy who put three bullets in him before he had a chance to pay him back? oh f****** hell no this b**** was going to get his a** r***** by a pissed off metal crazy son of a b****. After running a final diagnostics check Lich prepared to enter the old run down saloon. Who ever was in there was in for a big fucking surprise cuz messing with Lich's friends was the same as messing with Lich and he would bring a hell storm right down their throat.
With a running start Lich lept at the saloon doors busting them open and off the hinges; as he flew threw the air the broken doors provided cover on either side. From the lack of screaming the assassin determined that there was only the bartender and the one other. He hadn't seen the other person but he knew he was there. Instinct. He would have called it a gut feeling but he didn't have guts anymore so that would be fucking stupid. As the doors hit the floor so did Lich, turning a large round table on edge as he ducked down and walked behind it as it rolled towards the bar. Lich then leapt and rolled through the gap where the bars counter raised up on a hinge so the bar keep could go in and out. Behind the counter he found himself face to face with the bar tender, squatted down and clumsily trying to load a double barrel riffle.
Lich raised his right hand as if to wave hello, the bar keep just looked at him and then the hidden blade sprung forth from Lich's wrist piercing into the mans skull and poking his squishy squishy brain. The old fuck was dead and his riffle was now Lich's. Loading the gun Lich positioned himself with better cover from the corner and readied himself to pop up and open fire at any moment. He couldn't wait to see what this guy was capable of, if he was capable of taking down Markovi he was definitely going to be fun to kill.
Killed another civilian lolz
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Post by Romena Santana on Mar 25, 2011 14:01:02 GMT -6
As Makovi awaited his at one time enemy, whom had honestly, possibly without noticing, caused enough damage in his right arm that it was easier for him to sever it, and spend a rather large amount of time recovering. Thankfully, due to his natural abilities, he had been able to easily regrow his arm at no costs. Their story was complex, and aside from Bob, who was also a Fishman and who had known Makovi during his younger years and had been slightly involved in his historic life, Lich was the only other one who knew his family, and how they came to an end. Thinking back....he knew and trusted Lich.
They were the ones that had contracted Makovi, and Lich, an underground black market organization that even today he didn't understand completely. He had known all the leaders involved in their contracts, and their henchmen, and the leaders families. If one were to step back in time, and preview Lich and Makovi's time together, it could be stated as one of the most disturbing unsolved crimes history has seen. Well, to an extent. Makovi was younger, foolish, less experienced. He made the mistake of allowing his bosses access into his personal life, his family. After assassinating the target, he had been ordered to dispose of Lich for an extra fee. He accepted, and attempted to do so.
During the course of the battle, it had played out quite maliciously, and both had been horribly wounded. Makovi, making peace with Lich, went under and allowed Lich to stay close to the bosses. This was an attempt to protect his family, and Makovi would simply flee to protect them. Upon reaching them, however, he found them dead, their bodies slaughtered in the housing, and the house burnt to ashes. After spending a week or so to recover, he reacted, and got back into contact with Lich.....
As Lich, now appearing different and ultimately unrecognizable to Makovi busted through the doors and took cover, Makovi did not shoot, but simply leaped back, kicking a table of his own over, and awaiting this strange Cyborg's move. When he heard, amongst the silence, the man's gasp which released his mouth from the death he instantly received, Makovi's brow lowered.
"I sent for Lich." He called out, his pistols drawn and ready to fire. The enemy was a cyborg, but how much? If he was a full cyborg, disabling shots would need to be made, and his fumes wouldn't do anything. This wasn't the best situation....
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Post by LICH T. NOIR on Mar 25, 2011 14:40:24 GMT -6
Lich paused for a moment after snapping the barrels of the rifle into place and locking it in place. The gun was ready to fire but Lich may not be, the stranger had spoken.. and he sounded a lot like Makovi. Was lizard lips not dead? but that would mean that... this.. wasn't a trap?...... Lich stood up with his gun pointed at where the voice had came from.
"Makovi?" Lich had spoken with a quizzical tone. He saw a little bit of green poke out from behind the flipped over table in the corner. He determined that this was in fact Makovi. "Why are you trying to kill me Makovi?!" Lich was very confused. Mostly because he had confused himself.
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Post by Romena Santana on Mar 25, 2011 14:52:15 GMT -6
As the words left his mouth, Makovi had a momentary flashback. His mind was entrapped, if only for a second, of how he and Lich had once formed their plot to kill the leaders of the organization, and Makovi wanted to put a bullet into each of their families, destroy them as they had destroyed his. Lich had at one point, in one form or another asked him why he had a sudden change of heart upon the situation of revenge if Makovi recalled correctly. He had glanced at his new arm, which held the ashes of his son and wife. He explained.....
Standing up, holstering his pistols and smirking slightly, kicked the table flat over, so that no cover now held the assassin. Showing his hands, he stared at Lich oddly. He had become a full mechanical beast. His steps were heavy and clamped with metal, and he had changed since last.
"Kill you? Lich, its good to see you and your paranoid self. I see you've kept the brain?" He asked rhetorically, stepping over the table and glancing at the alcohol. He never drank, and never would.
"No, I need your help." He was...quite frank about it.
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Post by LICH T. NOIR on Mar 25, 2011 15:21:12 GMT -6
The table was pushed further over till it fell to the floor with a heavy wooden thud. Lich's eyes followed the table as it fell, his aim slightly following the table. He wasn't very good with guns and didn't give a fuck. They were no fun anyway. Looking back to the man that had been hiding behind the table the end of the barrel rose up with his gaze. So it really had been Makovi that had contacted him; or was it. Lich squinted his eyes as he looked at the man standing down the barrel of the rifle in his hands. He zoomed his eyes in on his face for a better look.
Yeap it was the same ugly mug, Makovi hadn't changed at all. Except for that arm he regrew. That was new. Lich tossed the riffle away as Makovi spoke and walked closer. "Kept the brain? it's the only thing I kept... how's the arm?" Lich grinned widely. It was true that the only thing left of the old Lich was his brain but otherwise he was the same person. Just a little more dangerous. Of course, one of the reasons all that was left of his old self was his brain was because being shot in the mouth, stomach and knee was a little more inhabiting when you couldn't regrow a whole fucking limb.
Lich leaned on the counter and looked at the liquor that Makovi was looking at. If he could still drink he would. "And exactly do you need help with then." Lich thought back to the last time Makovi had asked for help. Well it wasn't really for help but more of a request to team up. Since they had both been back stabbed by the same people they had shared the common goal of killing the sons of bitches. For the most part they had, quite a few of them in fact. And that's what happens when you decide you don't want to have two assassins on the payroll anymore and have them try to kill each other. They come after you and kill you. Good times. "Oh and we should probably go before someone takes notice of the mess you made in here."
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Post by Romena Santana on Mar 25, 2011 17:09:38 GMT -6
Makovi glanced at his arm, then back up to Lich. Smirking slightly, he ignored the question overall, and immediately pursued the subject of more contemptuous matters. Taking a last glance around the pub, he knew that statement to be sarcasm if anything. Lich had most certainly...done more damage than Makovi. Shaking his head in a slightly humorous fashion, he nodded.
Making his way to the door, he responded to his soon to be allies statement. "I have a job for you; if it goes well, we get paid quite handsomely. If not, we will be hanged for treason, amongst several other charges." He did not make eye contact with Lich, yet left his back to the assassin as a sign of trust. Amongst a normal man that may have meant nothing, the turning of a back to another, but among the world of assassins, Makovi considered it one of the greatest signs of trust. Opening the door, he peeked around, assuring the ghost was clear, then casually strutted out.
"I'm making a team; your my first recruit."
He remembered back to his own personal moment, Lich was with him at the time but in all honesty it was his claim over the head of the organization, a claim of victory. With the man tied down and forced to watch, Makovi put a bullet through his wife's head, his brother's, his two teenage sons, and then ultimately let Lich have the final decision of which way the man's life would sway. The choice which Lich choice....rather please Makovi.
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Post by LICH T. NOIR on Mar 25, 2011 21:34:39 GMT -6
If Lich could read minds he would have reminisced with Makovi about how when that prick had asked him how to kill Makovi, Lich responded by murmured inaudibly so the man would get closer to hear what he was saying, just so Lich could lean in and take a nice big, juicy chomp out of the man's neck. Fucking prick; course it was after that stunt that Lich first got the idea for metal teeth...
As Makovi lead the way out of the building with his back to Lich the cyborg knew something was up, something big. Makovi was or had been an assassin just like Lich currently was, he knew the meaning behind showing his back; for Makovi to leave himself so open like that meant there was something going down and he absolutely wanted Lich to be apart of it. No sooner had Lich thought this Makovi spilled the beans. "I have a job for you; if it goes well, we get paid quite handsomely. If not, we will be hanged for treason, amongst several other charges. I'm making a team; your my first recruit."
Lich was a professional, if he wanted money he could pick up a job or two and make it; he was good and there were people that would pay good money for his services. Money meant nothing to him. Besides that Lich hadn't gotten into the assassin business for the money, if money was his goal there were way safer jobs out there. No, he had become a killer for the thrill of it. Lich T. Noir was a sick, twisted individual, but once you got to know him it meant that you had survived meeting him which meant he probably wasn't going to kill you. Even after you got to know him you might thing he was a sick and twisted individual, but you might also find him to be more normal than you thought... Hanged for treason, that right there sounded interesting and hung in Lich's cybernetic ear. This was something big, if robots could salivate then Lich might just have done that because he was getting quite interested in this little job.
Lich followed his green skinned friend out of the saloon, he figured Makovi had checked to make sure the coast was clear so he didn't bother to check himself; that is how he showed his trust in Makovi. Even if Makovi hadn't noticed it. "Can I get details now or is there time to get them later. Either way I'm interested. If you'd rather talk about this somewhere.. less public that would be fine too." One never knew who was listening out in the open, if this was as big as Lich was thinking it was then they probably didn't want anyone going and spouting their mouth off about it. "Oh and don't send me anymore letters, I killed the man that delivered it. Hope he wasn't a friend... how the fuck did you find me anyway?" Sure Lich went on rampages now and then but again, he was a professional. If he wanted to disappear he was fucking gone; no one should have been able to locate him that easily.
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Post by Romena Santana on Mar 25, 2011 23:20:02 GMT -6
Makovi smirked at his allies words. Lich was that kind of cyborg; the kind to be that predictable, and still be completely unpredictable all at the same time. Walking around the corner, he crossed the alleyway and came into a tighter back alleyway, secure from outsiders and those who might listen in on by chance. Makovi had a tight schedule of recruitment.
"I still have connections, and you don't leave the cleanest trail...." Little would Makovi reveal that he had set up a place for meeting twice before, only getting lucky his third time. Contacting an assassin took perseverance and endurance, two things he had much of.
"Still need to assemble our team, I might need you for more of the high class targets I'm recruiting. Either way, our mission is...well..." He paused, leaning against the wall and gazing at the ultraviolet lighting stemming off of the cyborgs robotic body, he trimmed his chin with two fingers in a most inquisitive form. "We are going to kill the King of the North Blue."
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Post by LICH T. NOIR on Mar 27, 2011 8:18:53 GMT -6
Connections should have only given a hint as to where Lich could be, he must have slipped up somewhere or someone had talked. It was true that on occasion Lich was known to pull some wild stunts but typically there wasn't a trail left to follow him by. His existence as far as the rest of the world was concerned was rumor, massacre scenes and speculation; he was a ghost. The marines didn't even have a picture for his bounty poster, they didn't even have a proper description. Lich had some investigating to do and would have to be a little quieter with is movements. Maybe Makovi was apart of or had connections to the network...
From the sound of things it looked like Makovi had already put some thought into this operation. Lich knew that a detailed plan couldn't be made until all the players had been assembled but he was sure Makovi had a general plan. He had better have a plan if he was going to be targeting royalty. Lich had killed politicians, marines, pirates, businessmen and low contract thugs and civilians but he had never even touched a contract on royalty. It was like night and day, you kill someone and there's heat for a while but you kill royalty and Lich imagined 'heat' for a lifetime. It would be risky and there would be some big fall out.
Lich rubbed his chin with the palm of his hand, something he hadn't done since he still had some flesh and bone. This was bigger than Lich had imagined, he hadn't done anything this big before. He would need some more information before he could say he was in or out; even the crazy, wild, head first Lich knew the dangers this operation would involve. But still it was something he hadn't done before...
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Post by Romena Santana on Mar 27, 2011 14:37:00 GMT -6
The silence must of indicated allegiance. Makovi knew that Lich among all else would join him, and if he didn't, then he'd give up on a team. Makovi wanted the money sure, but for him it was too personal. He was going to do it either way, with or without a team. A team was much better though, and he knew that the risks without one were too great.
"Right. Details...will come later. I'll be working on recruiting, so anyway I can contact you easier?"
Makovi didn't want the hassle of finding him again, it was much too complicated. They needed a sniper, the most important part of there group. That would be there their next move. Lich was their tank, the aggro of the group, in a way. They needed more than that though.,...
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Post by LICH T. NOIR on Mar 27, 2011 18:09:00 GMT -6
"I'm in and right now I don't have anything else going on so if it's ok with you I'll just stay close by in the shadows." A dark grin found it's way to Lich's facade. If Makovi wasn't going to wait for his answer then he was planning this with or without him. The king of the north blue, holy shit what a target to pick. Lich definitely wanted to be apart of this. "How many others are you planning to recruit for this job. And out of curiosity how much is the pay and who's calling this hit." Excitement was starting to sink into the cyborg, he'd calm down later but Makovi had just blown his mind. He felt like a fat kid in a candy shop.
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Post by Romena Santana on Mar 27, 2011 19:11:07 GMT -6
Makovi sighed, and at the mark of his friends question, raised his eyes to meet Liches. "Not sure about recruitment, but the best of the best." He stroked his chine and wiped a spec of dirt from his cheek. Licking the back of his teeth with his tongue, he took into consideration the nature of the situation. He himself felt somewhat odd as the question that would inevitably be asked, was, obviously, asked.
"I suppose....I put the hit out. The pay is good, think of the ransom money for a King. Thats what we are splitting." For Makovi, the money was a plus. What the hit and ransom was truly about? Makovi accomplishing a goal of eliminating a face of indistinct greed from the face of the earth, a corrupted individual whom he himself saw fit to eliminate. "Anything else? I've got places to be." He smiled faintly, but one could easily tell a disturbance in his face. Once he had a team, could he lead them?
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Post by LICH T. NOIR on Mar 29, 2011 21:04:35 GMT -6
Ransom? Makovi's operation just got a whole lot more complicated. Lich would overlook the fact that Makovi was the one calling the hit for now as the word 'ransom' just changed the whole game to be played. Assassination was one thing, move in, kill the target, make your get away. Kidnapping was something completely different and untouched by Lich. It was far easier to just kill someone then to collect money on them and when the pay for their life is just as green, why go through the hassle. However, Lich wasn't necessarily 'out' just yet. His curiosity was still peaked.
"That will suffice for now but we're going to have to have an in depth discussion of how exactly this is going to go down. Kidnapping and ransoming isn't something that can be cowboy'd." Lich looked up and down the ally, still no one around. If Lich was going to be apart of this he would have to move his things from his safe house in the north blue. No, even if he didn't take part of this he still had connections with Makovi; he would have to move his things anyway. North blue was going to be off limits to criminals for a while after this operation goes down.
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Post by Romena Santana on Mar 29, 2011 21:46:04 GMT -6
Makovi raised his brow at his friend's comment. It was time for Makovi to depart, as he was surely a busy fishman. Nodding slightly to Lich, his voice erupted as a calm, almost assuring tone. "Good thing we aint cowboys, Lich. We're professionals." Now, if Lich were to disagree that was surely not a matter of discussion. The Cyborg would surely be able to catch the undertone of Makovi's pride, his faith and pride in the one thing he could take away from the life of crime. Professional; thats what he was.
Makovi didn't await his friends response, however at a whim of his words he departed, closing around a corner, and heading off and fading into the shadows. Lich would keep tabs on Makovi, he was sure. When the team was assembled, they would make their plan.
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