04-17-2017, 01:28 PM
Yukki and Princess Hellstab share a look that professional killers tend to share on occasion.
The T-4 con-artists are what they expect; young, pretty, and arrogant. Her Highness Princess Hellstab has dealt with many thieves in her career as a gangster, and finds them distasteful. They are insubordinate, reckless, and cocky to a T. She grins, and proceeds to lay out the maps and files, and explain the raid in excruciating detail.
"Wow," says Jun when they finish. "That is...just the absolute stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life."
"Yeah, I'm gonna have to co-sign that," says Yukki. "Is this why we went on this scavenger hunt? They had me running around picking pockets, I have like, three access cards, and a watch." The pretty teenager empties her pockets, and holds up one red, one yellow, and one blue keycard, and a vintage Jar-Jar Binks wristwatch.
"And look here," says Jun, pointing to a hastily scribbled note next to a drawing of two buildings. "'Zipline into window 7 on floor 50'. Is that why I had to steal this?" he asks, hefting a large metal speargun and dropping it on the table. Yukki hurriedly tosses a napkin over it, to little effect, and tucks it away under the table.
"This is suicide," says Yuki firmly, crossing her arms.
"This is the plan," says Hellstab. Her eyes are neutral. "It will work. We'll be in and out in an hour."
"Or we'll be dead," replies Jun fairly. Hellstab shrugs.
"Without Westside protection, you'll be dead pretty soon anyway," the Princess replies.
"This is what you consider protection?" asks Jun incredulously. "We asked for firepower, and you send one square and a five year old girl?"
The table is silent except for the sound Princess Hellstab slurping Pepsi through her silly straw. A tension fills the air. Princess Hellstab calmly draws her sword and lays in on the table.
At first glance, the sword is not impressive, it's just a pink, plastic katana with a bunch of stickers on it. On closer examination, however, one might notice the vintage '94 limited edition Powerpuff Girls stickers on the handle, or the lightning bolts from the '03 per-release Harry Potter promotional Nimbus 2000 all along the blade, or an original first edition Fossil Set Zapados glued haphazardly onto the pommel. The amount of time, energy, and OM that has gone into the sword is incredible.
"I'm seven," corrects the Princess. She seems to stare off into the distance. "I'm seven years old. I've killed nine orcs. I've killed three Hutts. I've killed two Wookies, one Twi'lek, and a stormtroooper. I did it with this sword right here. Believe me, I've seen what happens when orcs move into your neighborhood, and it's not pretty. We don't want it to happen to you folks here, but the only way the Westside will work is if we're unified. That's what this is about. We get this done, and I swear, we will put a weapon like this into the hands of every Westsider in T4."
Yuki and Jun share a look that good people tend to share on occasion.
Jun sighs. "Go over it again."
The T-4 con-artists are what they expect; young, pretty, and arrogant. Her Highness Princess Hellstab has dealt with many thieves in her career as a gangster, and finds them distasteful. They are insubordinate, reckless, and cocky to a T. She grins, and proceeds to lay out the maps and files, and explain the raid in excruciating detail.
"Wow," says Jun when they finish. "That is...just the absolute stupidest thing I've ever heard in my life."
"Yeah, I'm gonna have to co-sign that," says Yukki. "Is this why we went on this scavenger hunt? They had me running around picking pockets, I have like, three access cards, and a watch." The pretty teenager empties her pockets, and holds up one red, one yellow, and one blue keycard, and a vintage Jar-Jar Binks wristwatch.
"And look here," says Jun, pointing to a hastily scribbled note next to a drawing of two buildings. "'Zipline into window 7 on floor 50'. Is that why I had to steal this?" he asks, hefting a large metal speargun and dropping it on the table. Yukki hurriedly tosses a napkin over it, to little effect, and tucks it away under the table.
"This is suicide," says Yuki firmly, crossing her arms.
"This is the plan," says Hellstab. Her eyes are neutral. "It will work. We'll be in and out in an hour."
"Or we'll be dead," replies Jun fairly. Hellstab shrugs.
"Without Westside protection, you'll be dead pretty soon anyway," the Princess replies.
"This is what you consider protection?" asks Jun incredulously. "We asked for firepower, and you send one square and a five year old girl?"
The table is silent except for the sound Princess Hellstab slurping Pepsi through her silly straw. A tension fills the air. Princess Hellstab calmly draws her sword and lays in on the table.
At first glance, the sword is not impressive, it's just a pink, plastic katana with a bunch of stickers on it. On closer examination, however, one might notice the vintage '94 limited edition Powerpuff Girls stickers on the handle, or the lightning bolts from the '03 per-release Harry Potter promotional Nimbus 2000 all along the blade, or an original first edition Fossil Set Zapados glued haphazardly onto the pommel. The amount of time, energy, and OM that has gone into the sword is incredible.
"I'm seven," corrects the Princess. She seems to stare off into the distance. "I'm seven years old. I've killed nine orcs. I've killed three Hutts. I've killed two Wookies, one Twi'lek, and a stormtroooper. I did it with this sword right here. Believe me, I've seen what happens when orcs move into your neighborhood, and it's not pretty. We don't want it to happen to you folks here, but the only way the Westside will work is if we're unified. That's what this is about. We get this done, and I swear, we will put a weapon like this into the hands of every Westsider in T4."
Yuki and Jun share a look that good people tend to share on occasion.
Jun sighs. "Go over it again."