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    Two Aliens Walk Into a Bar

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    Post by hosriuscamnus 20th April 2021, 2:03 pm



    Hosrius Camnus "The Dark Angel"
    Job Log #9747

    She was undeterred nor intimidated over the fact that the ruse had come to a swift end. If anything, she actually seemed more invested in the evening now that the drapes had fallen and the truth was set free. Hosrius was feeling quite the same, though he wasn’t sure just how sure he could be of enjoying her presence if she was there for some nefarious reason. The fact that she had been caught and hadn’t immediately gone for a weapon or tried to make some kind of hasty escape was a good sign, at the very least. He spoke to her with forward and honest candor, his gaze lingering with hers as he broke down his thought process and what had turned into an investigation. At the end, it boiled down to a simple choice on why she had decided to track him down in the first place. She was amused by his unfurling, smirking deeply as he went through each step meticulously. She remarked that he had been the one to choose the place, which she had recognized was a perfect ambush spot. She said that she should be the one that was concerned, though she also believed that if she had come there to attack him, his interest wouldn’t just vanish. “You might be surprised how many assassins I’ve managed to… swing my way,” he admitted with his own smirk. “And I was merely seeing if you were a professional and made the place for the trap it could be. Clearly I made the right choice.”

    She assured him that she wasn’t there to take his weapon nor kill him, though she was still earnestly curious about the firearm. She continued, stating that it had been the bounty on his weapon that had drawn her attention and she’d taken steps to ensure that no one could follow after her. She copied all the information and then scrubbed it from the Lacnet, though that wasn’t exactly a perfect defense if anyone laid eyes on him and decided to roll the die. “Well, I can cross that bridge if and when I come to it. But I appreciate that; I haven’t quite figured out the workings of this world’s technology.” Of course she seemed far better, considering she was able to completely ghost any information about him. That took a kind of professional that wasn’t just educated in Earthland’s technology but technology as a whole. She casually left out that part but that was hardly a surprise -- she did seem to like shrine herself in mystery.

    Mercury continued, stating that she didn’t want to come to blows. If anything, it seemed she wanted to guarantee that he wasn’t hunting her down. She admitted he wasn’t the first alien she’d met and along with that note, she explained that it would hardly surprise her to learn that an off-planet being would be hunting her down. Now that spoke volumes more than anything else, though he masterfully kept his surprise hidden and remained openly amused. “Oh so you are a bad girl then. Here I thought I was getting all excited for nothing,” he teased her, even as he took a sip of his tea. With that admittance, she finally gave him her real name -- Mercury. It was one he made sure to memorize, though he had an inkling nothing would come from researching her. If she could make him disappear, no doubt she had done the same for her.

    The plan, it seemed, was to just run into him once and scout him. She had orchestrated Carson finding him and attempting to intimidate him but only so she could believably interrogate him without raising any flags. She simply had wanted to ensure that he had no knowledge of her existence but upon interacting with him, he’d apparently charmed her intrigue enough to consider a later meet up. She’d planned for a quick turn around, in hopes that he wouldn’t go back and conduct any research, and they could have an evening of fun and whatever came up before she disappeared, leaving him with only questions. She hadn’t expected him to work so quickly, though she seemed more impressed than upset. “Ah see, that was your mistake. Despite looking as I do and how that can intimidate others, I never pass up the opportunity to ladle compliments on attractive women. So I suppose I owe our mutual friend Carson thanks for falling for the trap, hook, line and sinker.”

    Mercury continued, explaining that she wasn’t a Rune Knight but in fact the second in command of some place called Silver Wolf. Apparently they were treasure hunters that went out to find magical artifacts and then studied them so that they could develop useful technology from it. She was in charge of the engineering portion of the guild, while also running the Information Technology section of another manufacturing company. It actually provided her more resources than it would if she were truly part of the Knights, Mercury admitting that she was probably one of the few that could truly help him with his weapon. But it boiled down that she was there because she wanted to be; she saw the connection and the sparks and decided to pursue him, rather than err on the side of caution. “Then let me be the first to say -- thank you for living dangerously, though I’m sure that part of your backstory is completely true as well.” He chuckled as he put his tea down on the bar for a moment. “Well then, Mercury, it seems that settles any concerns I might have had. I must say that if you were attempting to make yourself less interesting, you have failed spectacularly and I’m happy for it. I would never have guessed anyone on this planet would be in a position to possibly be targeted by hunters from outer space, at least someone that is from the planet itself.” Of course, he wasn’t sure she really was a human anyways. Plenty of space-faring races existed that looked similar to humans, though he really wouldn’t be able to tell that unless she was naked in front of him. He did his best not to imagine that too hard.

    “I do love a good mystery, especially in a woman. It makes things all the more interesting; trying to unwrap the layers and see the naked truth beneath. I suppose it just depends on how many layers you’re willing to let me unwrap off of you.”


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    Mercury Arseneault
    Mercury Arseneault

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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 25th April 2021, 1:01 pm

    Mercury Banner
    Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects
    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    He gently touched upon the fact that he’d managed a number of time to fend off would be assassins by simply wooing them into no longer wanting to kill him, a fact that Mercury took great delight in and her smirk deepened into a small grin. “A man after my own heart.” Hosrius admitted that he had chosen this location due to its ease as a point of potential advantage, but merely as a method to test her and see if she would seek to use it. As he put it, it was a test to see just how professional she was with things that fell in line with the type of work he did. And apparently she had passed that test, much to his delight.

    Mercury assured him that she wasn’t there to be a threat to him, and even admitted to what she had done to save him some future trouble from those that were trying to hunt him down. The Jirian thanked her, commenting on how he was still trying to understand the technology on this planet, which made sense. If Mercury wasn’t the organic embodiment of technology herself, she likely would have had some trouble with it too. The Xocili merely nodded her humble acknowledgement of his thanks before going on to inform him of her real reason for having tracked him down. Or well, most of the real reason. It was all truth enough, simply vague in a few particular details, admitting enough of the truth to make him curious but not enough to lead him to any particular conclusions. Or at least, not any dangerous ones. It was a close line that she was treading between giving him just enough information and too much, but she had to play it in order to keep him from getting too much of her scent, so to speak.

    Pleased, he spoke to his excitement about her truly being a bad girl. He hid his surprise masterfully from his face, but that didn’t stop her from registering the slight spike in his vitals. Granted, she expected no less of a response to the admission that she had met aliens before and managed to get on at least one of their bad sides enough to warrant a potential bounty on her head. Mercury grinned and took the time to actually introduce herself before getting into her original plan and explaining how it had led down the road they were currently on. He admitted quite readily that he was rather prone to lavishing charm on attractive women when given the opportunity, making a note to extend his thanks to Carson for falling face first into Mercury’s scheme.

    After giving him a bit more information on who she actually was, Hosrius thanked her and assured her that his concerns over her intention for him had been sufficiently put to rest. He also informed her that if she had been hoping to make herself less interesting to him that she had crashed and burned, drawing a small chuckle from her as she drank her coffee. He was just  surprised that anyone from here might have caught the attention of intergalactic hunters, at least not unless they weren’t actually from the planet. Mercury nodded. “I can see how that would be surprising, but Earthland is hardly bound to itself. We still have a ways to go when it comes to technology, at least from what I’ve been able to compare, but we are capable of space travel. The problem is that kind of tech is still very expensive, which means it’s rare. It will still be another century or so before space travel is common fare for us, I reckon, but it still exists. Not to mention, magic is capable of performing feats that completely defy science and logic.”

    She shrugged. Thankfully, that was truth enough to give her some cover. Mercury knew for a fact that Mythal and Serilda had spent a couple months out in space a while back, as it was one of many stories that were told when the four of them had first started getting to know one another. Earthland was capable of getting people out into space for significant periods of time, even if it wasn’t common place, and that was all she needed to make her own exposure to alien life forms less suspicious. It would still leave him curious to how she had managed to find herself in a lucky enough position to be one of the supposed few to have ventured off the planet before, but as he himself admitted only a moment later, he had a thing for mysterious women such as herself. He compared it to a game of sorts where one had to keep unraveling layer after layer to find the core of truth beneath, his words woven with about as much blatant innuendo as one could ask for.

    Mercury smirked at him. “Only one way to find out.” The proverbial door had practically been kicked right open with that response, the lavender haired woman all but outright suggesting that they move somewhere more private.

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    Post by hosriuscamnus 30th April 2021, 11:36 am



    Hosrius Camnus "The Dark Angel"
    Job Log #9747

    This date had gone through certain beats but it seemed that it was still going to remain within the realm of a date, which he was quite thankful for. It would have been quite the mess if they had caused a mess of the place, even if they personally would have been thrilled and pumped up from the excitement. Either way, Mercury was clearly here of her own personal curiosity and hadn’t intended on causing him harm. If anything, the fact that he’d admitted to seducing would-be executioners before seemed to just raise her interest more. It just about matched his interest in her and he conveyed as much, admitting that finding a woman on the planet that could be wanted on an interstellar stage was quite surprising. It’d be one thing if she was from another world and was also taking up residence on the planet for her own reasons and needs.

    She didn’t cop to that, easily explaining away the curiosity. While she understood his reasoning for believing as much, she stated that Earthland had continually grown in its technology and thirst knowledge. They had, apparently, already achieved space-travel, though the means to do so were expensive and lacking everyday production. Mankind had only just grazed its metaphorical fingers across the stars, the possibilities endless for their exploration. Plus the inclusion of their strange energy source of magic made them quite the target and it seemed others may have come across it and already sought to utilize it for their own gains. Mercury didn’t quite clarify who or what could have been hunting her and what reasons she had for them but it was enough of an argument for him to understand that she wasn’t playing all her cards right away. They’d only just met and there was no reason for her to play upon the river so recklessly. She was a smart woman who clearly had many secrets.

    Hosrius chuckled. “That’s a fair point. Your world is ripe for the fact track, so long as it doesn’t draw the wrong kind of attention. Unfortunately it becomes quite the challenge to figure out what is or isn’t the wrong kind of person or alien to trust. All you can do is take a chance.” Trusting aliens, even among a world’s own borders, did not come easy for many. People from off world were so strange and foreign that one’s first response usually was fear and hatred. It was refreshing to find someone who didn’t jump to conclusions and decided to hear the stories rather than assume the worst. Plus, there was no denying the chemistry and spark between them. And Hosrius, being the bold man that he was, decided to come right out and open their flirtatious banter into something more suggestive. And she was quick to respond, opening up the door that he’d been knocking on.

    The Jirian smirked back. “Well, luckily I believe there’s a hotel down the street. If you are truly interested in analyzing and studying my weapon, perhaps we can do it somewhere more private.” As much as he trusted her words, it was to a point. There was still a lot to consider and he wasn’t about to invite her back to his ship on the same day he’d met her. Likewise, he imagined that she would be quick to suggest something alternate if he were to ask about going back to her’s. He finished his tea and placed the cup back on the bar, pulling out a wad of jewel and counting out the right payment for himself and her. Before he got up, he quickly brought up his armband and confirmed the location of the closest hotel before he offered his arm to her, ready to guide her out the door to the bewilderment of the entire population of the restaurant.


    “I won’t lie -- I may have asked if I could escort you outside anyways. The look on the people’s faces was quite entertaining,” he admitted to her as he led her down the walkway, a wicked and amused grin on his face. Within a couple of a minutes they had arrived at the hotel, walking through the doors and up to the counter. The staff member was equally as surprised by Hosrius’ features but he held himself together for the sake of a paying customer, tending to them as the Jirian asked about rooms and requested one for the evening. As he handed over the payment, he quickly and quietly typed something onto his armband before he, once more, took Mercury in arm and led her to the elevator. A short ride later and they were on the third floor, walking down the hallway.

    “I hope you don’t think me presumptuous for saying this but… my weapon is ready and waiting,” he told her quietly as they came to the door, his eyes dancing with mischief and innuendo. As he waved the card to get them in, he pushed open the door and revealed the modest trappings of a hotel room. But perhaps the most surprising would be the weapon’s case lying on the foot of the bed, closed but easily distinguishable as a safe for a firearm. He chuckled. “It’s hard to explain but I have a quick and easy way to dispense my weapon to locations I program in. But if you like, you can just pretend that I believe myself so suave and charming that I knew ahead of time to rent a room.”


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    Mercury Arseneault
    Mercury Arseneault

    Quality Badge Level 1- Quality Badge Level 2- Quality Badge Level 3- Player 
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    Second Magic: Mecha Primordial Slayer
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    Post by Mercury Arseneault 4th May 2021, 4:34 pm

    Mercury Banner
    Cunning is the art of concealing our own defects
    and discovering other peoples' weaknesses.
    And just like that, they were already making plans to move their little meeting to a nearby hotel, much to Mercury’s delight. She wasn’t surprised by the suggestion. No one was able to successfully make a career out of bounty hunting -- or espionage, for that matter -- without learning how to protect themselves, so she had expected him to suggest a neutral place rather than something more personal to either of them. With a grin, she finished off her coffee and waited with him as he paid off the tab. He used his armband to confirm the nearest hotel and with merely a thought a number of the small drones that Mercury had posted outside detached from their positions and rearranged themselves, zooming through the air to survey the route they intended to take for anything suspicious. Not that Mercury thought Hosrius was going to try to pull a fast one on her. No, she was confident that both of them were on the same page and not hiding anything hostile from the other. Rather, it was a force of habit, a survival instinct that would probably be threaded through her genetic coding for the rest of her life. Plus, it wasn’t like Hosrius hadn’t already been a target lately. Better safe than sorry, for both of their sakes.

    With a knowing smirk on her face, she gracefully accepted his arm, lounging on it like one would expect from a woman that had a romantic or at least sexual interest in her partner, and causing quite the barely contained commotion amongst the other patrons in the restaurant. It was a reality that greatly amused both of them, with the Jirian fully admitting his pleasure over it once they were out of the building. Mercury chuckled. “I do enjoy a good scandal. They’ll probably be talking about us for a while. Maybe for our second date we’ll find something to do that’s a little more public, just to have a little more fun.”

    Down they walked toward the hotel, where Hosrius got a room for the two of them despite the clerk’s bafflement. To the human’s credit, he held himself together better than most, enough to get through the exchange without devolving into a babbling puddle of incoherence. Once more Hosrius paid the fees for them, taking a moment to punch a command into his armband before they started making their way to their assigned room. Mercury’s drones caught the arrival of Hosrius’ device as it propelled itself to the room from, and while she couldn’t say for sure she had a feeling it was probably his rifle. This was confirmed only a moment later when he looked to her and teasingly commented about his weapon being primed and ready. Mercury grinned and leaned a little closer against him. “Well then, I’ll have to take very attentive care of it, won’t I?”

    They entered the room and he shut the door behind them. It was a fairly average room with all the basic trimmings, nothing swanky but certainly clean and comfortable, which was all that ever really mattered when it came to hotels. There on the bed was a case that he admitted had his rifle inside, teasing that if she wanted she could pretend that he had been cocky enough to book the room in advance even though he’d really just had a method of transporting the case remotely to a predetermined location. “If it makes you feel better, advanced tech is just as seductive to me as confidence and charm.”

    Making her way over to the bed, she tossed her clutch onto the comforter and opened up the case, revealing the weapon inside. “Oh, but you are a big boy, aren’t you?” Lifting the rifle from the box, she turned it slowly in her hands, examining it meticulously, her internal scanners mapping a blueprint of the weapon and running an analysis of it in her head. “Oooh, very clever. A rifle and a pistol. You definitely don’t see that kind of tech around her very often. Quite similar to my own weapon, actually, though mine swaps between pistol and sword.”

    “So, what seems to be the problem?” she asked as she moved over to the desk in the room, turning on the lamp so she could see a little better. There were already a couple ideas popping up into her head of ways she could improve the weapon, but he wasn’t necessarily looking to upgrade it so much as fix something that was either broken or blatantly inefficient, or at least that’s what she had gathered from their previous conversation about it. As he explained his primary issue of concern, she took the time to change it back and forth between its rifle and pistol settings a couple times, getting a feel for the efficiency of the transition and to see how the weapon carried itself in both forms.

    Once he explained about the cooling issue, she set the weapon down on the desk and went back to fetch her clutch, pulling a small multitool from it that he could probably tell pretty quickly was meant for taking the gun apart. “May I?” Presuming he gave her permission, Mercury tilted the shade on the lamp so the light would shine more directly on the weapon and got to work undoing the chassis to take a direct look at the components inside. Despite his very alien weapon, she handled both the tool and the parts with confidence that bordered on mastery. Each detached piece was placed carefully on the table, though not necessarily in any organized fashion. She clearly didn’t seem too worried about forgetting which piece went where or in what order it was attached. He certainly took good care of it. There was evidence enough to suggest that he cleaned and maintenanced it regularly.

    While she worked on disassembling it and running solutions in her head, Mercury figured they may as well keep chatting. “You’ve been around the universe a bit, I’d wager, given your line of work. I’d love to hear some stories about some of your past jobs. They ever take you anywhere especially interesting? Besides Earthland and running into me, that is.” Mercury shot him a playful wink and then kept working.

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    Post by hosriuscamnus 5th May 2021, 7:52 am



    Hosrius Camnus "The Dark Angel"
    Job Log #9747

    Imagine Hosrius’ surprise to learn that Mercury was just as amused by the patrons reacting quite obviously to the two of them leaving. She was so incensed that she remarked idly that for their second date, they should do something that involved a more public setting, just so they could eat up the stares and looks from the people around us. “I’ve already earned myself a second date then? I must be more suave than I give myself credit for,” he commented back with a cheeky grin. “We’ll have to see what I’m capable of later to see if I can get a third date out of you.” His armband detected unusual movement, a small vibration from the device that could only be felt by his arm. While he normally would check such things, he assumed that it probably had something to do with Mercury. She had come to the bar prepared for anything and he imagined she had taken several precautions, which most likely included some technological assistants.

    After a short interaction at the hotel front desk, with a clerk who managed himself much better than most other humans, they were on their way up to their rented room. Right outside the door, the Jirian made a teasing quip about his “weapon” and how it was prepared for her. She grinned at his comment, easily flowing with the tease by stating that she would have to take good care of it. He couldn’t deny nor hide the fact that, despite it being teasing, it had a viable reaction on him. With her so close, there was little he could do to pretend it wasn’t having an effect on him. Instead of being embarrassed by it though, he simply grinned through her statement before he opened up the door and presented the room that awaited them. And there, waiting for them, was his weapon, transported from his ship via a delivery service. He took a moment to reveal the truth and, in a fashion that was becoming predictably enjoyable, Mercury admitted that technology was just as seductive to her as an abundance of charm and confidence. “Well that’s good to hear. I’m overflowing with all of those,” he quipped as he closed the door behind them.

    She walked over to the bed and opened up the weapon case, revealing his rifle in all its glory. As she took some time to examine it and compliment it, Hosrius looked about the room. It was a humble space but it did come equipped with the smallest of kitchenettes. Curiously, he looked around, opening up the cupboards until he found some tea and coffee packets. Good to know they had something for the morning. As he explored, she remarked about its ability to swap between firearms, stating that her own weapon could slide between a pistol and a sword. “Easier than trying to swap between two different weapons, especially in the heat of battle, though that is a large part of the problem.” After that segue, she asked what the issue was he was experiencing. “If it’s operating at peak performance, it should easily swap between rifle and pistol without any issue, allowing me to transfer from single, powerful shots to rapid fire. But the battery coiling wasn’t put in correctly -- when it swaps from rifle to pistol, it carries the same energy expulsion as it would if it was in rifle form. Great, because it means my pistol carries a harder hit but because the vents are slimmer, the expulsion of build up is slower. Essentially I get one good shot with the pistol and then I have to wait five minutes for it to cool down before I can fire again. And while swapping back to the rifle and then to the pistol again does dispense all the build up energy, it is terribly inconvenient.”

    With that explained, Mercury went to her bag on the bed and pulled out a multitool of sorts after setting the weapon down on the desk. She asked if she could look and he gave her a nod, even as he walked over to the bed and sat himself down on the upper end, adjusting the pillow so it gave him cushion against the wall. For someone that was supposedly human, she seemed to understand the pieces of his weapon on almost an expert level. She placed the chassis aside meticulously and examined the parts as if it was another day of work. How fascinating. As she worked, she spoke up once more, remarking about his occupation taking him around the universe. She was interested in hearing some of his stories, clearly wanting to hear more about him even while she was at work. As she idly complimented herself as especially interesting, he smirked. “Especially interesting is certainly one compliment I’d issue you,” he replied, giving her another once over in spite of  himself. “But if you’re looking for a good story, I have just the one.”

    He pushed himself back up to his feet and walked back over to the kitchenette. He pulled out some glasses and started to fill them with tap water, even as he began speaking. “A couple years back, I was assigned a suicide job. Zero percent chance of success, one hundred percent mortality rate. At least fifty bounty hunters before me had taken it on and perished. Normally that would have given me pause but if I completed it, it would knock off a full thirty three percent of my due. That astronomical number was too tantalizing to pass up, even if it put me directly in line with dying myself. But at that point, I figured I was hastening the end of my sentence no matter what way it played out.”

    He brought the glass of water over to her and returned to the bed with his own. “A single man had brought an entire solar system under his whim. Tyrants can either be good or bad for business but this one was flagged as bad by most of my clients. He had the kind of hunger that could not be bought, seduced or won. He was not hard to track -- he was unafraid of moving about in a very public manner. He wasn’t afraid of being hunted and frankly, he had every right to feel that way. I tracked him for a full year, wanting to make sure I’d planned for every situation. I finally acted on the night of a massive celebration, where he prepared a great feast for himself and his concubines. I’m still not sure, to this day, how he managed to act upon the sound of my shot but it never hit him. He grabbed his “wife” and pulled her in front of him, the poor woman taking the killshot for him. As I suspected, he attempted to order his guards to find me and, to their credit, they found where I had set up. But that was meant to draw their attention so that I could quickly get down to his escape route via his exit and counter his retreat. Clever bastard thought of that too; he’d planted sentry turrets all along the passageway. But nothing a short wave EMP grenade couldn’t take care of.”

    “I thought I had him completely trapped. But he had one last trick up his sleeve -- one I hadn’t anticipated. He activated a self destruct button on his person, igniting explosives that he’d planted within the walls and foundation of his castle. A man with an ego like that, it seemed unlikely that he’d take himself out just to call himself the winner but… alas, I was swallowed up in the devastation, along with everyone else. Somehow I survived, crawling out of the rubble and flaming debris. I found a scorched piece of him; an ashed hand still gripping the detonator. There were no other survivors save one; a little girl who had been protected from the blast by her mother. I managed to pull her out of the rubble and took her along with me for a short time. But the life of a bounty hunter isn’t for one so young so eventually I asked my sister to find someone to take her in. Poor thing was heartbroken but I couldn’t bear the thought of bringing her into any more danger, especially after the death she had already seen. Last I heard, she’s a full grown adult now… how time flies.”

    He gave a small shake of his head. “In the end, I lucked out. By rights I should have joined the percentile that failed but by chance, I managed to live on. And Maker… well, his own ego wouldn’t allow him to be beaten so he decided to wipe the board clean. Some men refuse to lose.”


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