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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 25, 2012 14:11:25 GMT -5
The grudging acceptance of the help offered is quite amusing. But he does not smile. It would simply not do to pointlessly antagonize him. "Excellent. I will make the preparations." Rook is well prepared. That earns an approving nod of the human Combaticon. "There. That should be all. Next, we must interview Guido and find out if my suspicions about him are correct."
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Post by Bonecrusher/Bane Crusher on Feb 25, 2012 20:37:42 GMT -5
Bane takes the items in his massive hands, and rifles around in his coat for unoccupied pockets, causing the occupied pocket to mew at the disturbance. He gives a grunt and a curt, "Fine." That's about as much thanks as anyone will get out of him.
He gives Arthur a dismissive roll of his shoulders, as if to say 'good riddance', then eases back into coat and heads for the door. If nobody interrupts him, he'll head out, and if he sees Guido he'll give him a glare, a grunt, and a nod in the direction of the conference room.
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Post by Duskwing on Feb 25, 2012 22:41:24 GMT -5
Guido looks up from the complex web form he's poking at. "Yeah, what's dat s'posed to mean? They want to talk to me again? So why the f**k did they have me fill these damn forms? Releases? Since when do I gotta sign releases?"
"Fine." He turns off the terminal, without bothering to exit or save and heads back into the conference room....
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Feb 27, 2012 19:52:19 GMT -5
Oh, Arthur knows that's as close to a sign of gratitude as Bonecrusher can possibly get. So he jumps on it immediately. "You're welcome, mister Crusher."
Then he turns his full attention to the next person to come in. "Ah, welcome back, mister Ala. Did you have any difficulties?"
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Post by Rook on Mar 3, 2012 11:34:45 GMT -5
Rook blinks as Onslaught mentions Guido's last name, swiveling in his chair to examine Mr. Ala again. He desperately needs to see a copy of Guido's paperwork.
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 4, 2012 22:02:53 GMT -5
Guido gives Mr Aldrin a suspicious look. Difficulties? What was that supposed to mean? His first impulse was to tell Aldrin that the application forms were full of stupid b.s., but it he remembered that you don't badmouth the boss's operation, and if this guy was getting him hired on, he was 'the boss', at least for now.
He shrugged. "Nah, not really." Just somebody interrupting to call him back to the conference room for whatever, but you don't tell the boss that, either. Bosses never appreciated smart alecs.
He approached a chair, and put his hand on the back to pull it out... and stopped, looking at Aldrin. He hadn't actually been invited to sit down, and the call back was either good news, or really bad news. If it turned out to be really bad news, it's easier to quick-draw and shoot someone from a standing rather than a sitting position.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 11, 2012 18:01:47 GMT -5
Giving mooks paperwork to fill out can sometimes be frustrating for all involved parties.
"Excellent." Then, he reaches into a desk and pulls out another file. He does not comment on Guido's behaviour, and merely tries to give him the file. "This just came in, and I think you would be perfect for it. How would you like to work for Lord Slaughter, mister Ala?"
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Post by Rook on Mar 11, 2012 18:52:25 GMT -5
Rook steeples his (currently elegantly manicured) fingers and studies Guido intently, letting Onslaught do the talking.
OOC: Skippable
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 11, 2012 21:51:20 GMT -5
Guido reaches over and takes the file with one hand, brightening up at Arthur's word. "Lord Slaughter? That would be one primo gig! Word is, he knows how to pull a job, don't get wacko in the middle of the job, don't shoot the hired help for lulz, and gets away with the payroll, if you get my drift. Pays well, too. Definitely want one of his gigs--didn't have the seniority last time."
Because primo supervillains can hire primo help, and ex-boxer turned Mafioso just doesn't have the resume of elite special forces vets turned mercenary. Nor that of a C-list meta turned criminal.
Guido pulls the chair over and sits down, intently flipping through the file.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 12, 2012 18:00:10 GMT -5
Guido's enthusiasm brings a small smile to Arthur's lips. Good. Looks like his alter ego's reputation pays off yet again. This will make it far easier to keep an eye on him. "Excellent. You are a lucky man, mister Ala. He does not often send out requests such as this. But I think this arrangement will make all parties involved quite happy, would you not agree?"
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 16, 2012 22:12:35 GMT -5
"Yeah, yeah, I agree. Where do I sign up?" Guido replies. He does wonder just why Mr. Aldrin thinks he's a good fit for one of Lord Slaughter's gigs, but promptly dismissed the stray thought. Slaughter probably wants a reliable criminal who knows how to keep his mouth shut, instead of some emo junior meta who's likely to break down and whine and spill his guts if captured.
---- Sorry, missed that Rook was skippable
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 19, 2012 18:11:23 GMT -5
The funny thing is, if Mr. Ala had asked that, he would have gotten that exact same answer. Perhaps worded more eloquently, but in the same spirit.
"Right..." He digs out the contract out of his briefcase and slides it forward, a pleasant smile on his lips. "...Here."
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Work towards a wrap? Or are there still things we need to do?
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Post by Duskwing on Mar 19, 2012 18:39:07 GMT -5
Guido picks up the contract and carefully studies the important parts: how much and when he gets paid, under what conditions the contract can be broken ("No payee, no workee" is one of Guido's mottoes), what expenses his employer covers (Guido is not buying his own plane tickets to Outer Slobovia, thank you very much), and just what the work he's supposed to do... on paper. He grunts with approval after confirming that the job description is carefully vague and non-incriminating.
"Okay, good," he finally says, and signs the contract and the copies, handing all but one back to Mr. Aldrin.
---- Ready to wrap. Rook?
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Post by Rook on Mar 19, 2012 20:45:12 GMT -5
Rook raises one thin penciled eyebrow on the attractive human female face he's currently wearing. "If you would be so kind as to satisfy my curiosity, Mr. Ala, would you tell me your full name? Call me superstitious, but I feel it helps me take the measure of a person."
OOC: Wrap is good with me.
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Post by Assault/Arthur Aldrin on Mar 20, 2012 20:40:01 GMT -5
Arthur accepts the papers, looking them over once, before putting them into his suitcase. He takes note of the full name, but declines from telling Rook what it is. Mr. Ala himself can do that himself, if he feels so inclined.
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