<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class='ooc'><tr><td>Oh fak... Sorry! I got totally sidetracked by RL and other projects. x.x</td></tr></table> <div style="position:relative;top:20px;max-width:400px;" id="postingHeader"> </div> <div style="position:relative;top:-50px;left:40px;color:#7C1424;font-family:Segoe Script;font-size:10pt;" id="postHeaderTitle"> Piece Together The Fallen </div> <div style="position:relative;background-color:black;color:#A7A7A7;max-width:360px;padding-left:20px;padding-right:20px;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:10pt;text-align:justify;" id="postingBody"> Quen's eyes followed the direction Vythe pointed in, taking in the arden. Silently he made an "Ahhh" motion, a heavy hand stroking along his chin. "I think I know that one... Ohh... I do. This should be most entertaining. Excellent choice, Vythe." The bulky lukuo shot the other arden a grin before moving his way through the crowd of 'dragons as carefully as one his size might be able to. despite his best efforts, he did give a couple burns along one or two unfortunate's thighs from his swaying tail. Upon approaching "Karlon Nelnis", Quenetym decided to be the imposing type, and forced himself to stand upright, that broad head of his looming well above the crowd at his full eight foot height. "Ahh... Karlon, yes?" He spoke in a deeper, more authoritative tone with his left hand upon the arden's right shoulder. "I think... You should come with me, yes?" A flash of teeth punctuated the large arden's speech, and that hand's grip added volumes to it's meaning. With his free arm he gave a very obvious gesture towards the door of the club, and that heavy gripped hand upon the arden's shoulder brooked no acceptance of arguments. "And please... Don't make this hard on me. I hate to have to get physical." He lied of course, physical was something Quen adored getting, though usually not in a public setting. </div> </div style="position:relative;top:-100px;max-width:400px;" id="postingFooter"> </div> <div style="position:relative;top:-150px;left:200px;color:#949494;font-family:Segoe Script;font-size:10pt;" id="postFooterTitle"> One Among The Fence </div>
Vythe dismissed Jap. The arden's arguments simply held no ground with him. Insubordination was insubordination. It appeared as if Jap had run out of retorts anyway. At least Rajjun appeared to be fairly upright. Even if it seemed she did have her own secrets, which most everyone had these days. His attention was back on Karlon now. The individual who he had pointed out to Quen. Quen had responded with approval in the form of words and a grin. What exactly did that grin mean though? There was something in it that felt a little feral. A little wild perhaps? It wasn't a thing that Vythe particularly liked. However, something had been started now, and the only way to get past it was to finish it. Hopefully with minimal damage to all parties involved. Because Quen was... well, it was his job to be brutal. To be harsh. To squeeze the truth (or forced truth) out of his subjects. Suddenly Vythe was beginning to wonder if he'd regret pointing out Karlon. “Ms," Vythe said to Rajjun with a nod of his head. Then he set off after Quen who was making his way through the crowd and creating quite the trail. He was several feet behind – giving Quen's tail a large berth – when the interrogator made contact with Karlon. Karlon at first gave a look of exasperation. All he'd been trying to do that day was have a good time with several of his friends. Now his posse frowned as Karlon got up from his seat. He'd learnt quite some time ago that cooperation helped things move along much faster. Besides, there was no way this guy had anything on him. “Yes, it's Karlon. Karlon Nelnis," he said as he briefly turned to face Quen. “No need to get physical at all. I'd ask who you are, but I get the feeling I'm going to find out soon enough. Though if it's money you want, you've definitely come to the wrong guy." Karlon then bade his small group of friends good-bye, promising that he'd be back once things had been settled. “Now then...?"
<div style="position:relative;top:20px;max-width:400px;" id="postingHeader"> </div> <div style="position:relative;top:-50px;left:40px;color:#7C1424;font-family:Segoe Script;font-size:10pt;" id="postHeaderTitle"> Piece Together The Fallen </div> <div style="position:relative;background-color:black;color:#A7A7A7;max-width:360px;padding-left:20px;padding-right:20px;font-family:Times New Roman;font-size:10pt;text-align:justify;" id="postingBody"> The imposing 'dragon kept that firm touch upon Karlon's shoulder as he leaned down to whisper a few words into the arden's left ear. "I'm not here for money. And you won't be right back." Those dire words were hushed and quiet enough for only Karlon to hear, as well as feel the deep rumble so close to the contours of his ear. Quen stood upright then as he used the hand on the 'dragon's shoulder to guide him away from his drinking buddies and towards the door of the bar whether he still chose to co-operate or not. That long furless appendage of the lukuo's no longer swayed as he walked. No, instead that tail was held up behind Karlon, as if to act as a cattle prod should the arden change his mind in being co-operative. The tail pulsated as Quen fed fronima into the ball of bristling electricity at the tip of it. With his free hand he motioned for Vythe to join the two as he then used that hand to push open the doors to the Waterhole on his way out of the building. No doubt many eyes were turned to the impressively large 'dragon who was very obviously escorting the smaller out of the building. Whispers trailed Quen, who simply walked with a self-satisfied smirk. The 'dragons would talk and gossip about this, wondering who each of the men were. Unlike Vythe, Quen was not public knowledge, especially what he did. One of the perks of his job was media ignorance. The Secret Service had destroyed all evidence of his past 'wrongs' and kept his face clean from the tabloids. Ahh... This will be good. I have plenty of things to ask this one... And it's been far too long since I had someone in my private study. Thought Quen as he himself seemed to walk casually despite the grip he held on Karlon and the dangerous pois of his tail. For the most part the Secret Service's rules had dictated that he was to do all questioning on site, just in case they needed to deal with regulation. But the chief interrogator was occasionally given leeway to perform questioning completely outside of the rules. And that was what he enjoyed most. </div> </div style="position:relative;top:-100px;max-width:400px;" id="postingFooter"> </div> <div style="position:relative;top:-150px;left:200px;color:#949494;font-family:Segoe Script;font-size:10pt;" id="postFooterTitle"> One Among The Fence </div>
Vythe couldn't help his curiousity. There was a part of him, perhaps as not as far down as he would have liked, that actually enjoyed this kind of bullying. That quick rush of adrenaline, mixed in with his steady hand. Where exactly was the morality in all of this? This wasn't the right thing to be doing. It was true that Karlon was a known criminal. Didn't criminals deserve justice too? Vythe almost laughed at the thought. Here he was, thinking these thoughts, yet how many times had he dealt lethal blows to those who had compromised the Graders lives? Figuratively, the bodies that had been laid down at Zamfir's feet were too numerous to count. Those who had died attempting to kill Koani were raising in number too. So who was he, who had sentenced so many to death, oftentimes without a trial, to be opposed to a little “interrogation?" Perhaps it was the prospect that things might get messy that intrigued him. Vythe was quite toned. He worked out regularily. Yet he didn't have nearly half the muscle or bulk that Quen sported. Quen was a tank. Vythe relied predominantly on his guns and defensive magic. Generally, and as a rule, he dealt with things quickly and cleanly. There were no questions asked. His favourite piece could kill silently. Little noise. Little mess. Just quick, quiet, killing. Of course, it was always done in the self-defence of others. That was how he justified his actions. It was in the name of protection. Quen's line of work was different though. Quen was kept, and pretty much paid under the table. While he had similar credentials to Vythe, both of them both of them technically being able to “kill at will," their jobs were vastly different. Quen worked on the rough, outer edge of the world. His name virtually unknown to the average citizen. He was practically invisible and it was this anonimity that Vythe somewhat envied. As Vythe followed Quen out of The Waterhole, the arden could feel the eyes lingering upon them before the closing door cut the onlookers off from the spectacle. Vythe fancied that he could feel the air getting thicker with foreboding and sensed that Karlon felt it as well. The small time criminal wasn't looking as suave as he had been before. Perhaps he had figured out that this wasn't going to be a regular police governed question and answer session. “So, I'm guessing you have something special planned then?" Vythe asked as he looked over to Quen who was still herding his subject along.
Rajjun quite suddenly trailed off, as her companions abruptly left. She noticed something peculiar, they were probably out to question someone. She noticed that the one called Vythe pointed a particular dragon out to Quen, and Quen's wolfish smile that made her shiver a little involuntarily. Quen seemed quite lethal, though his partner didn't seem as inclined to kill as he. She looked over at her shoulder to Tiikan, and as if reading her mind, nodded to her. Rajjun paid for her drink, took a last swig, and quietly followed, quite sure that they would be too caught up with their "prisoner" to pay any attention to her.
