Scenario Entitled: SoloCharacters:
Foxwulph, new in Tolkeen, looking to join the mercenary guild.
Lake, freelancer with the guild, not giving any hand-outs.
Regan, (NPC) D-Bee cutpurse with a bounty on his head.
Location: Somewhere on the West Side of Tolkeen
Date: Summer, 109 P.A.
Foxwulph is parked against a hoverjeep, arms crossed, shades on. Looks like he's waiting for somebody or something, but that could be the look his going for. Never know. He draws in a breath that causes one of his braids to fall off of his head and obscure his vision, only slightly. It's not bothering him, so it's alowed to stay.
Lake makes his way southward, dragging along with him some poor sap of a D-Bee that looks more like a frog than anything else. But perhaps the D-Bee isn't as poor as he looks. There's a chance he just likes cheap clothing. The frog-thing's hands are cuffed leading one to believe that Lake either has a captive, or... he's just kinky in a way that shouldn't be explained. Lake positions the cuffed thing next to a lamppost, delivering an emphatic, "Stay put!" before glancing towards the nearest payphone.
Foxwulph smirks a little at Lake and his little frog companion. "So what'd he do? Or are you just taking him home for a little fun?" He grins a little and tosses a wink toward the other man. Just a friendly thing. Granted this guys version of friendliness might be a little off to some people.
The froggy humanoid glances up at Foxwulph and responds in a croaky, indignant fashion, "Are you kidding? He's not my type..."
Lake interjects in a gruff manner, "Cram it, Regan, or I'll find some way to add disturbing the peace to the list, too." He gives Foxwulph a disinterested scowl before huffing softly and moving to punch a few keys in on the phonepad.
Foxwulph chuckles a little at that and offers a one-fingered salute to the frog. "Hey greeny. I'd shaddup before you give his happy ass a reason to beat on you." He chuckles a little more and looks over at Lake again grinning. "You could always smack 'em right at the base of the skull. That usually does it."
Lake smirks flatly at Foxwulph's suggestion. "Hey, do I tell you how to do your job? Don't you have a... jeep to prop up or something...?" He glares in annoyed fashion until a short beep draws part of his attention back to the phone receiver. He lifts it and speaks into it in a tone that still belies his annoyance. "Yes, it's me again... Hey, I don't make them break the law. And where are you guys, anyway? Off keeping some snooty old guy's sportscar buffed? Yeah, yeah, I'll hold..."
Foxwulph grins at Lake and shrugs his shoulders. "If ya ask me.. My jeep is being propped up nicely." He looks at the phone and wonders. "You need to haul 'em somplace? I've got a jeep that isn't doing anything." He shrugs a little and stuffs his hands into his pockets, waiting for a response.
Lake watches the cuffed Regan for a few moments before looking back up at Foxwulph and squinting softly as he queries in an insulting fashion, "Do I know you from somewhere or something?" His attention gets drawn back to the phone as he speaks into it again. "Yes, I'm still here... Yes, it /is/ Regan. /No/, he hasn't been picking pockets, again. He's moved up in the world. No, I can't bring him in myself. I don't get paid for deliveries..." He takes a moment to smile mockingly at Foxwulph for a second, then comments back into the receiver, "You want him, come get him."
Foxwulph smirks a little and shrugs his shoulders again. "No.. Not really. But if you work for who I think you do, I wouldn't mind making your acquantance." He grins and leans off the door. Mockingly? eh. he just smiles and looks over at Regan. He shakes his head and waggles a finger at the frog-man. "You've been a bad amphibian.."
Lake rolls his eyes. "Listen pal, I don't know what late night movie you got me crossed up with, but I work for myself. Anything you've heard to the contrary is just misinformation." He smirks and adds, "You want new acquaintances, go read the personals. And quit pestering my capture."
Regan adds in defiantly, "Yeah! I demand respect!"
Foxwulph chuckles a little at Regan, "Shaddup Greeny." He starts toward the other guy and says, "No movies really. Just assumptions. If they're wrong.. sobeit. If they're not.. I need the work, so I might as well take a chance here or there.."
Lake starts to say something, but gets interrupted from a sound from the phone. He lifts the receiver one last time and listens for a second before staing impassively, "Fine, but if they aren't here in ten, I can't guarantee what shape he'll be in when they show up. Uh huh. Bye." he puts the receiver down and notes to Regan, "They say they'll be here in fifteen." Regan shudders nervously as Lake glances up and folds his arms over his chest. "You want work, go to city hall. Get a hunter permit. Get a vendor permit. Heck, get a monkey grinder permit for all I care. If you've got something you want to say, I can't stop you. It's a public street. But I won't promise you any conversation." He leans back to prop himself against the same streetpost as Regan.
Foxwulph chuckles a little at Lake and offers him a salute. "Thanks for the advice.. I was just looking for something a little more exciting is all. I've been doing the hunter thing for years." He shrugs and looks at Regan again. He chuckles a little and thend looks back to Lake. "So where'd the chip on your shoulder come from?" He smirks alittle and looks at Regan. "Or is it small, ugly, green and covered in warts?"
Regan huff-croaks at Foxwulph. "I don't have warts, you hairless ape!" He stammers as he glances back at Lake, "N-not tha-that... there's anything wr-wrong with being... <gulp> hairless, mind you..."
Lake glares at Regan for a moment, then takes the look back to Foxwulph as he notes, "Chip? Whatever. You're the one poking your nose in where it doesn't belong. What did you expect, a big old hug and some flowers?"
Foxwulph shakes his head a little bit, "Not really. Can't expect that from everyone you meet..." After that he just chuckles a little and leans back against his jeep to wait for whomever Lake called.
Lake sighs softly, then lets out a hmmph as he mutters, "The people you meet on the street. Sheesh... looking for excitement... go rent a movie or something..." He stops to look down at Regan and bark out, "Hey! You keep you tongue off of those. I catch you trying to slime up my cuffs again, and I'll tie it in a knot. And it wouldn't be the first time, would it?"
Regan eeps softly, then sinks into a huddle as he starts to mutter quietly to himself, "Please be here in ten, please be here in ten..."
Foxwulph chuckles a little at Lake. "Oh.. I'm not looking for excitement really. Just someplace I can put my skills to use. Had enough excitement for a while.."
Lake shuffles his arms just a bit as he lets out a long breath. It would appear to be the only repsonse he has to the comment for the time being. Regan stays silent as well, aside from letting just a few utterances related to ten become audible. They seem to be content to let the time until pickup pass in amicable silence.
Foxwulph shrugs a little at something and looks over one shoulder, then the other, perhaps waiting for something? Hard to tell really.. Maybe he's just had his attention caught by some random thing. Who knows. Especially with those guys that are like.. friendly out of the blue and like.. offer to help people. Gotta be careful of those types.
Roughly around the eight minute mark, Lake reaches back into his backpack and pulls a holstered mace out. He seems content enough to just look at the thing for the time being, swinging it around on its support post in an almost childlike maner. Regan starts to shudder a bit more openly.
Foxwulph smirks a little as he watches Lake and then the frog. "Yet.. he goes out and does whatever he's doing again and again. Maybe he likes it?" He smirks a bit more and shrugs his shoulders. "Never know with those Dee-bees.."
Lake makes an awkward twirl of the stick in his hands, not bothering to turn to look at Foxwulph as he notes quietly, "Don't know... don't care. Break the law, and the law breaks you..." He hmms softly, then shrugs as he resumes his waiting.
Regan has become too preoccupied with keeping track of time to really note the possible slander. He can save his arguments about being sick for someone with a gavel. He really hopes that he makes it that far.
Foxwulph chuckles a little and shrugs his shoulders a little. This guy really is testy. Yeesh. He shrugs a little and glances into his jeep for a moment, falling silent. Granted.. the cop probably would've perferred he do it several minutes earlier.
About twelve minutes (and one petrified frogman) after the initial call, a nondescript transport van pulls up and stops near the outing. Lake props up off of the post, returning the baton to its storage as he notes to the two men inside, "It's about time."
A uniformed passenger exits the vehicle, as the driver pokes his head out of the window and comments dryly, "We would've been here faster O'Bannon, but there were some murderers and rapists we had to pick up first." The free officer scoops Regan up from his perch and leads him to the rear of the vehicle.
Foxwulph yawns quietly as he wathes the transfer quietly. Nothin' special here...
Lake waits until Regan's been properly loaded before commenting in an almost friendly tone, "You boys drive real safe, now..." He lets the expression drop off, shaking his head as the transport drives off and adding, "Idiots." He lets out a short sigh and comments to no one in particular, "... really not worth the trouble."
Foxwulph nods a little at Lake. "Can be."
Lake blinks, glancing back at Foxwulph in amazed fashion. His expression fades to one of light interest as he gives a brief nod of his head, "Hey, pal. You said you were looking for a change of pace, right?"
Foxwulph nods a little at that, "Something like that. Cred only lasts for so long.."
"True enough." Lake smirks lightly. "Maybe you should consider doing something more with your butt than polishing vehicles with it. Cred never comes to those who slack off. Speaking of which, I got places to be." He turns on his heel and starts off in a northern direction as he adds over his shoulder, "Oh yeah. If you ever see Mr. Regan again, watch your credsticks. He's always up to something or other."
Foxwulph chuckles a little and nods at that, "Like what then? I don't intend on signing on with the Militia, if that's what you're hinting at.."
Lake makes a brief backhanded wave as he notes, "I'm sure you'll think of something. You're a very..." from the distance he's at, the rest drifts off into something that sounds a lot like 'blah, blah, yadda yadda'. Then again, there's nothing that says that he didn't really say that exact phrase. The wave was a bit dismissive.
Foxwulph chuckles a little and shrugs his shoulders. "Whatever... Thanks for the advice."
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