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Post by Mystique on Sept 6, 2005 16:22:11 GMT -5
She turned back to Sabretooth as he spoke to her again and replied, <"From what I've seen, Erik isn't exactly pleased with him right now either. It seems as though he has a companion who has jumped ship or something. Which reminds me. Miguel is dead. And there's a new boy in the other room. It seems as if we've had a sudden membership influx. Do you have any idea when this man and his friend were accepted, and under what conditions? Erik wasn't exactly open about it.">
She didn't mind talking about Tom while he was right there. After all, he wouldn't have any idea what they were discussing. And Sabretooth was bound to enjoy the news of Moss' death. But more than anything, she was a bit aggrivated that Erik had neglected to tell her about the new members until she had to meet them herself. And the use of his little pet psychic was more than a little irritating as well. Exodus was definitely going to have to be brought down a notch.
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Post by Black Tom on Sept 6, 2005 20:28:21 GMT -5
This Leni Zauber was betraying herself more with every biting comment. She definitely reminded him of someone else but he had no proof and it seemed very improbable. In any case she was giving him more than enough distraction when she leaned over to introduce herself. “Black Tom Cassidy at your service, Mrs Zauber.” Tom took her hand and gave it a gentle shake. He rubbed his thumb across the bridge of her hand for the moment that it was in his.
So, what do you steal? Sabretooth asked in an obviously annoyed tone. Tom paused for a moment to allow the two of them to carry on there conversation. They were using an odd dialect, and although he could make out a few words, he was mostly lost. He wouldn’t let them know that though, so he kept a knowing smile on his face in an effort to con them. Once he had a moment to answer, he took it. “I’ll steal anything. I’ve also organized kidnapings, collected protection money, blown up buildings and assassinated politicians. I’ve done pretty much any underhanded deed that people are willing to pay for.”
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Post by haverberg on Sept 8, 2005 8:14:39 GMT -5
<"It seems as though he has a companion who has jumped ship or something Which reminds me. Miguel is dead. And there's a new boy in the other room. It seems as if we've had a sudden membership influx. Do you have any idea when this man and his friend were accepted, and under what conditions? Erik wasn't exactly open about it.">
<"Jumped in what way? Is it important?">
On hearing about Miguel Sabretooth merely grunted his approval. The rest of the news was troubling, however; not so much that it had happened, Magneto was like that sometimes. But the fact that Mystique had been unable to find out on her own and was even asking him bespoke of her own frustration and lack of success.
Victor placed both his hands on the back of a chair, thinking, and in doing so he accidentally lapsed into conventional German, using only a handful of idomatic phrases in useless places so the meaning could be well understood even by Black Tom. "Eric is an idealist, his heart blinds him when it comes to mutants so we have to be his gatekeepers. He will betray us, eventually, dreamers always do but he has restored thought and self-control to me so I am with him until that day. Where are these new additions?"
Out of habit he hadn't answered her directly, an old habit that retaining knowledge meant retaining control. But time was short, there was an operation tomorrow - they had to know their team and there was no time to deal with any potential power games a frustrated and potentially dangerous Mystique might throw up if she thought he was gaming her. It was in both their interests to be straightforward at the moment. That didn't mean Tom needed to be in the loop, however. The tidbit he had thrown earlier was a test; if it came back to him he'd know what he had to do.
<"I do not know"> he said simply, lapsing back into idiomatic speech.
“I’ll steal anything. I’ve also organized kidnapings, collected protection money, blown up buildings and assassinated politicians. I’ve done pretty much any underhanded deed that people are willing to pay for.”
<"He may be useful yet, if he stops thinking so much of himself," Victor told Mystique, again "lapsing" into a mock dialect that was still understandable to Black Tom. "but I do not want to babysit him when covering your escape, he is unpredictable. This is a tactical operation and there is no room for those whose only ability is taking money from fools and drunkards. He will have to operate on his own">
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Post by Mystique on Sept 8, 2005 14:56:13 GMT -5
She frowned. Sabretooth had some good points, and Tom's ego was starting to bother her. Respoinding to Creed's earlier question, she tilted her head toward the hallway, making sure to use the dialect that wasn't as easy for Tom to translate. <"The boy is in the room adjacent to my own. I'm not sure about Tom's companion, but I overheard him talking about her with Erik. Exodus was supposed to tell her that she was still going to join us, but I'm reluctant to agree that she's necessary. Especially if she's this man's sidekick.">
Turning back to Tom, she smiled and switched back to her slightly accented English, correcting his earlier response to her. "It's Ms. Zauber. I'm not married. That's quite a resume you have there. Tell me, how long have you been doing this? You can't be much older than thirty five..."
She waited for his response, her eyes drifting back to Creed in an attempt to convey the message that if he broke in on this particular exchange, she'd kill him. Once Tom had answered, she continued, her tone of voice never anything other than friendly, despite the words that she spoke. "Mr. Cassidy, Creed and I have been doing what we do since before you were born. While we appreciate your confidence in your abilities, I would like to assure you that for perhaps the first time in your life, you are not the expert."
She smiled, allowing her eyes to flash yellow for a split second. Of course, she had no way of knowing whether his abilities were actually cpmarable to their own, but she was willing to bet that in terms of brains, at least, he was better than Sabretooth. Then again, she'd seen people in comas whose brain function was higher than Creed's. Still, there was a good chance that Tom was much more of a rookie than he liked to think.
((OOC: We need to get back on the regular game time, so lets sort of glaze over things so we can get to the morning. I'm okay with saying that Mystique was in there (as Leni) all night if it's good with both of you. ))
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Post by Black Tom on Sept 9, 2005 13:45:22 GMT -5
((OOC: Perfectly fine with me. Are we just assuming the night has gone by or should we summerize?))
Both Sabretooth and Leni slipped in and out of a dialect Tom could understand from time to time. He showed no interest, in keeping with his con to make them believe he knew what they were saying the whole time. Creed’s comments in particular were interesting and only confirmed how out of place Tom really was. It didn’t matter though. All he needed was enough time to cement the rumors he worked with Magneto, a year at the most. Then he could go back to his life, and triple the price of his already very expensive services.
“Thirty nine,” He said, turning to look at Leni again. “And I started as a teenager working for an Irish organized crime family.” As he finished she went on to explain how she and Creed had been in crime since before he was born. It seemed unlikely but in a world full of mutants, nothing was impossible. “I assure you it’s not my intention to take anyone’s place. I learned about the pecking order at a very early age.”
For a second, Tom thought he saw Leni’s eyes flash yellow and raised an eyebrow. He hadn’t been drinking enough to be seeing things yet, had he? Most of the night was gone but the game stopped once Leni came in. He had drank at his usual pace. Perhaps he should be more questioning of the woman. It was obvious she was withholding something from the moment she came in, but from what he’d seen, everyone in the Brotherhood was.
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Post by haverberg on Sept 9, 2005 18:52:18 GMT -5
((Let's just assume the night has gone by uneventfully. Where do we go next?))
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Post by Mystique on Sept 10, 2005 0:13:20 GMT -5
((We wake up in a naked pile, wondering what exactly happened and why we all have such horrible headaches. Or not. )) Looking over at the clock, she frowned. The night had gone by much faster than she'd intended to let it go. Standing up, she laid down her empty glass and pounded Sabretooth on the back. "Thanks for the drink, Creed." In truth, it had been quite a few drinks, but they all knew that, there was no sense in repeating it. Stretching, she slipped around to the back of the chair with a muffled yawn. She didn't need much sleep, but a little bit probably would have been a good idea. "It was nice meeting you again, Tom."
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Post by Siryn on Sept 12, 2005 12:04:42 GMT -5
Siryn from Hotel Hallways
Theresa called out, “Tom, where are ya?” If he was in one of the other rooms, he would hear her and would know it was her.
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Post by Black Tom on Sept 13, 2005 1:49:53 GMT -5
Tom was a wee bit disappointed when Leni decided it was time for her to leave. It was hard to see such wonderful eye candy go, but also fun to watch it leave. "It was nice meeting you again, Tom." Again? Signs still pointed to the improbable, or that there was a conspiracy to con him. Still controlling his face and voice to hide the grief, Tom replied “Nice meeting you again too.”
He was about to pour himself another drink when he heard Theresa’s voice coming from the hallway. Hopefully, she was going to say goodbye before leaving. The sooner she got away from D.C. the better. He wouldn’t have to run interference anymore if she was already gone. Putting his glass down and standing up, Tom said “Well, parenting duties call. Thanks for tha drink Creed.” He tehn walked out the door.
((Continued in Hotel Hallways))
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Post by Mystique on Sept 13, 2005 4:41:48 GMT -5
As the door closed, she grinned and shifted back into her normal figure, stepping toward the door before turning back to Creed. "Thanks for a good time, Creed. Don't expect me to be so friendly ever again." With a final wave, she exited from the room, heading down to her own bedroom.
((Continued in Hotel Hallways))
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