Post by Deleted on Apr 5, 2015 18:29:52 GMT
Her right arm was limp at her side, unmoving from the pain and ripped ligaments but that didn’t stop this jackass from holding it tightly with a knowing and sadistic grin. Despite the pain, and obvious threat, she looked into his eyes with equal hatred and responded just as she was sure he had heard her.
“I said, ‘Fuck. Off’,” Narrowing her eyes at him, she tilted her head, “-You stupid, too?” When his eyes widened at her in what she could only assume were rage, she took great satisfaction in being able to piss him off. It wasn’t smart, and she wasn’t wise but neither was she stupid either. She just wanted this guy to get the hint that she wasn’t into random shit stains claiming what they thought they could beat into submission.
As quickly as the rage in his face appeared, it disappeared all the same – like he’d gotten a sudden realization. “I almost fergot,” He started, and let go of her shoulder. She gasp out a breath she didn’t think she was holding and glared at his smile when seeing her pain, “-Y’not from this planet, ain’t ya? Reports come in all ovah ‘bout this ball crashin’ near West City. S’matter of fact, we took said ship,” At that information, her eyes widened.
“You took my ship?! Do you know how expensive that shit was to requisition?! Return it to me!” She demanded and was once again on the other side of his anger when he raised a hand grasp her throat. It wasn’t meant to restrict her air flow but keep her in place as he tightened his grip around her skin. Smile still on his face, he snarled at her.
“I don’ appreciate bein’ told what to do,” Leaning towards her face, a good seven inches taller than her, “-especially sneaky thief bitches like you.”
“You haven’t killed me,” She hissed, reaching for his arm with her good arm, “-obviously you’re not that pissed!” Her attempts to forcefully remove his arm were genuine but her injuries and his strength provided too much of a gap for her to even budge the muscle. He seemed amused by her reaction and let her go, Zerori stumbling back to hold her throat. Great; how do I get out of this? She thought frantically, looking between him and the other four in the room.
One was a woman, beautiful but built and much more so than Zerori was. To compare the two, Zerori was lean and slender with muscle where she needed them to be to be fast and this one had muscle where she needed it to be to crush mountains. Her red hair was tied in a ponytail and her eyes were a darker shade than the rest of them but what caught her with the tribal markings on her arm. Looking to the rest of the men, whom were mostly dressed in suits with shorter cut hair styles, she noticed that what she had on her arm, they had on their face.
“So what is this, huh?” She questioned, her blood boiling from the rough treatment, “Some sort of crew to pillage shit?” Swallowing, she tried to regain her composure and leaned against a chair.
The male before her seemed to have better ideas and stepped forward, pushing her to sit in the chair completely before speaking, “We’re a crew, yeah. We’re known as Oroboros, if th’ symbol wasn’t obvious ‘nough.” Attention captured, Zerori looked at their suits and jackets, seeing that sure enough - the snake symbol was there. Oroboros… She thought curiously, but looked back when the leader started speaking again. “Y’seem nice,” He purred, sitting on the table in front of her with his hands in his lap and a deceitfully soft smile on his face, “-I’ll let chu in on a secret,” He pointed towards himself, “You… work f’me-” And then he pointed to her, “-And I’ll cha in on all the profits.” He stopped, eye brows raised and his lips pursed in question, “Simple a’that!”
Given her limited options and lack of movement that hindered her judgment, she knew that it would have been best to just accept. After all, business arrangements in her career usually ended up this way, as was the normal procedure of behind-the-wall business. However, looking at his expression and the solidly serious expressions of his crew, it wasn’t going to be an equal partnership.
He was going to be top dog, paying whatever he could to keep her content, and throwing her shit jobs just keep her around for his amusement. Even if it wasn’t going to end up that way, Zerori was a loner for a good reason and ventures like this never ended well for her. She worked alone and would continue to stay that way. However, since she’d not yet given her answer, there was still the matter of introductions.
“Do I get a name for my trouble?” She growled, watching his face light up ever so slightly at the chance. Looking her up and down, once again making her face fluster up but this time in disgust, he chuckled.
“Absolutely,” He seemed to groan before he placed a hand against his chest, “-My name is Beelzebub, lass and my crew,” He motioned to them, pointed to the woman, “-Lilith, Pestilence, Wrath and Pride.” As he spoke their names, one by one, they would provide a minute response in return before retaining their emotionless seriousness. Turning back to her, his face was now devoid of amusement and just as serious as the rest of them. It made her nervous but her resolve was not shaken.
“Yer answer,” He demanded, leaving nothing for her to question further.
Sat in a chair, all eyes on her, Zerori felt the tendrils of excitement rush through her. In her mind, she was calculating all the different ways she could escape but also leave a meaningful gift to her would-be employer. Never one to cut out on a deal that benefitted her, she had just the things to spice up their last moments together. Looking down, she nodded her head a couple of times before looking back at him.
“No, sorry,” She told him simply, a smirk on her face. Just as expected, his eyes blinked once – twice – before he smiled at her incredulously.
“Just… ‘No?’” He laughed, holding a hand in the air as if he couldn’t believe it, “-Y’realize what that would mean f’ya, right?” His tone was back to being amused and she knew that seconds were all she had to take the element of surprise back.
“Of course,” it wasn’t half a second, before she had her blaster firing off shots at the ground in the hole, dust and debris flying into the air and obstructing many of the inhabitants’ vision. She heard him curse, even as she was pushing her body to the brink to dodge and duke past any that got in her way. Crashing through the window in an impromptu roll, she landed on the wooden porch and took off toward the closest thing that looked like a truck. There were three and they didn’t need the two.
An explosion caught her attention, time perceiving to slow down for her, and on instinct she sidestepped into a jump out of the way. When the blast passed by her, completely annihilating the truck she aimed for, she instead opted for the next closest one. As she jumped into the top of the driver’s seat of the military-esque jeep, she took her hurt arm in hand and manually aimed it at their tires. Blowing three out, she rested her arm and started the engine, tearing out of the desert town onto the roads. She would have to move towards vegetation again and hope she didn’t run into anymore trouble.
She was just about to relax when another blast come out of no where, nearly rocking the vehicle off the road. Swerving to avoid the debris, she looked back to see the Beelzebub and his crew flying at her. They were keeping up so well, it actually seemed like they were gaining on her.
Turning back to the roads, she shook in rage, “Why does everyone on this god forsaken planet have to fly?!” With a yell, she stepped on the break and turned the vehicle, sliding into a drift before facing them now. Stopped and in their line of sight, she raised her cannon, “-I’m not interested, damn it!”
“I said, ‘Fuck. Off’,” Narrowing her eyes at him, she tilted her head, “-You stupid, too?” When his eyes widened at her in what she could only assume were rage, she took great satisfaction in being able to piss him off. It wasn’t smart, and she wasn’t wise but neither was she stupid either. She just wanted this guy to get the hint that she wasn’t into random shit stains claiming what they thought they could beat into submission.
As quickly as the rage in his face appeared, it disappeared all the same – like he’d gotten a sudden realization. “I almost fergot,” He started, and let go of her shoulder. She gasp out a breath she didn’t think she was holding and glared at his smile when seeing her pain, “-Y’not from this planet, ain’t ya? Reports come in all ovah ‘bout this ball crashin’ near West City. S’matter of fact, we took said ship,” At that information, her eyes widened.
“You took my ship?! Do you know how expensive that shit was to requisition?! Return it to me!” She demanded and was once again on the other side of his anger when he raised a hand grasp her throat. It wasn’t meant to restrict her air flow but keep her in place as he tightened his grip around her skin. Smile still on his face, he snarled at her.
“I don’ appreciate bein’ told what to do,” Leaning towards her face, a good seven inches taller than her, “-especially sneaky thief bitches like you.”
“You haven’t killed me,” She hissed, reaching for his arm with her good arm, “-obviously you’re not that pissed!” Her attempts to forcefully remove his arm were genuine but her injuries and his strength provided too much of a gap for her to even budge the muscle. He seemed amused by her reaction and let her go, Zerori stumbling back to hold her throat. Great; how do I get out of this? She thought frantically, looking between him and the other four in the room.
One was a woman, beautiful but built and much more so than Zerori was. To compare the two, Zerori was lean and slender with muscle where she needed them to be to be fast and this one had muscle where she needed it to be to crush mountains. Her red hair was tied in a ponytail and her eyes were a darker shade than the rest of them but what caught her with the tribal markings on her arm. Looking to the rest of the men, whom were mostly dressed in suits with shorter cut hair styles, she noticed that what she had on her arm, they had on their face.
“So what is this, huh?” She questioned, her blood boiling from the rough treatment, “Some sort of crew to pillage shit?” Swallowing, she tried to regain her composure and leaned against a chair.
The male before her seemed to have better ideas and stepped forward, pushing her to sit in the chair completely before speaking, “We’re a crew, yeah. We’re known as Oroboros, if th’ symbol wasn’t obvious ‘nough.” Attention captured, Zerori looked at their suits and jackets, seeing that sure enough - the snake symbol was there. Oroboros… She thought curiously, but looked back when the leader started speaking again. “Y’seem nice,” He purred, sitting on the table in front of her with his hands in his lap and a deceitfully soft smile on his face, “-I’ll let chu in on a secret,” He pointed towards himself, “You… work f’me-” And then he pointed to her, “-And I’ll cha in on all the profits.” He stopped, eye brows raised and his lips pursed in question, “Simple a’that!”
Given her limited options and lack of movement that hindered her judgment, she knew that it would have been best to just accept. After all, business arrangements in her career usually ended up this way, as was the normal procedure of behind-the-wall business. However, looking at his expression and the solidly serious expressions of his crew, it wasn’t going to be an equal partnership.
He was going to be top dog, paying whatever he could to keep her content, and throwing her shit jobs just keep her around for his amusement. Even if it wasn’t going to end up that way, Zerori was a loner for a good reason and ventures like this never ended well for her. She worked alone and would continue to stay that way. However, since she’d not yet given her answer, there was still the matter of introductions.
“Do I get a name for my trouble?” She growled, watching his face light up ever so slightly at the chance. Looking her up and down, once again making her face fluster up but this time in disgust, he chuckled.
“Absolutely,” He seemed to groan before he placed a hand against his chest, “-My name is Beelzebub, lass and my crew,” He motioned to them, pointed to the woman, “-Lilith, Pestilence, Wrath and Pride.” As he spoke their names, one by one, they would provide a minute response in return before retaining their emotionless seriousness. Turning back to her, his face was now devoid of amusement and just as serious as the rest of them. It made her nervous but her resolve was not shaken.
“Yer answer,” He demanded, leaving nothing for her to question further.
Sat in a chair, all eyes on her, Zerori felt the tendrils of excitement rush through her. In her mind, she was calculating all the different ways she could escape but also leave a meaningful gift to her would-be employer. Never one to cut out on a deal that benefitted her, she had just the things to spice up their last moments together. Looking down, she nodded her head a couple of times before looking back at him.
“No, sorry,” She told him simply, a smirk on her face. Just as expected, his eyes blinked once – twice – before he smiled at her incredulously.
“Just… ‘No?’” He laughed, holding a hand in the air as if he couldn’t believe it, “-Y’realize what that would mean f’ya, right?” His tone was back to being amused and she knew that seconds were all she had to take the element of surprise back.
“Of course,” it wasn’t half a second, before she had her blaster firing off shots at the ground in the hole, dust and debris flying into the air and obstructing many of the inhabitants’ vision. She heard him curse, even as she was pushing her body to the brink to dodge and duke past any that got in her way. Crashing through the window in an impromptu roll, she landed on the wooden porch and took off toward the closest thing that looked like a truck. There were three and they didn’t need the two.
An explosion caught her attention, time perceiving to slow down for her, and on instinct she sidestepped into a jump out of the way. When the blast passed by her, completely annihilating the truck she aimed for, she instead opted for the next closest one. As she jumped into the top of the driver’s seat of the military-esque jeep, she took her hurt arm in hand and manually aimed it at their tires. Blowing three out, she rested her arm and started the engine, tearing out of the desert town onto the roads. She would have to move towards vegetation again and hope she didn’t run into anymore trouble.
She was just about to relax when another blast come out of no where, nearly rocking the vehicle off the road. Swerving to avoid the debris, she looked back to see the Beelzebub and his crew flying at her. They were keeping up so well, it actually seemed like they were gaining on her.
Turning back to the roads, she shook in rage, “Why does everyone on this god forsaken planet have to fly?!” With a yell, she stepped on the break and turned the vehicle, sliding into a drift before facing them now. Stopped and in their line of sight, she raised her cannon, “-I’m not interested, damn it!”
