"Not bitten, but..." Kenna trailed off as Seras approached, but she left no doubt as to what she was saying. She gave Seras a small wave.
We Are Our Avatars IX: Act V: The Sabotage of the Scandolous Saurian Scoundrels (Open)
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"Oh, nice to meet you Kenna. My name is Seras." Seras said as she held out her hand to Kenna.
Joel's face twisted with disgust, as he remembered the only methods for a werewolf to turn someone other than by biting, in his world.
Seras had heard some of the previous conversation, but didn't really pick up on what Kenna was referring too, since she wasn't very knowledgeable about werewolf lore. "So, what about werewolves?" she asked.
Geneva, Switzerland
A few minutes after midnight, you set down on a restricted part of the airport. While finishing your post-flight routine, you wonder to yourself if you should have asked for more details regarding the job, but the promised pay is very impressive, and you doubt the UN would set up a trap for you. Nevertheless, you reach out to your sixth sense, and keep a hand on your blaster as you step outside. Immediately, you are blinded by the strong headlights from a nearby car. In front of the car a bald man stands, with only his contours visible. You also sense two guards, one on each side of the car, that are hidden in the shadows.
[color=000066]"Good day captain."[/color], says the bald man with a raspy voice, [color=000066]"Welcome to Geneva, and thank you for coming here on such short notice."[/color] You say that considering the pay they are offering, you do not mind. However, you'd like more details on the job. [color=000066]"Of course. I believe the other representatives will be here shortly, but I can summarize the job as collecting extra-terrestrial items of interest."[/color]
A few minutes after midnight, you set down on a restricted part of the airport. While finishing your post-flight routine, you wonder to yourself if you should have asked for more details regarding the job, but the promised pay is very impressive, and you doubt the UN would set up a trap for you. Nevertheless, you reach out to your sixth sense, and keep a hand on your blaster as you step outside. Immediately, you are blinded by the strong headlights from a nearby car. In front of the car a bald man stands, with only his contours visible. You also sense two guards, one on each side of the car, that are hidden in the shadows.
[color=000066]"Good day captain."[/color], says the bald man with a raspy voice, [color=000066]"Welcome to Geneva, and thank you for coming here on such short notice."[/color] You say that considering the pay they are offering, you do not mind. However, you'd like more details on the job. [color=000066]"Of course. I believe the other representatives will be here shortly, but I can summarize the job as collecting extra-terrestrial items of interest."[/color]
A few hours ago.
After being told to meet at the airport at a later time to meet the intermediary and recieving the coordinates to the place, and leaving the UN building and retrieving the jet-bike, Elm and Sam returned to Forefront's space station. There, the two first reported back on their progress, and after this, Elm lead Sam around the parts of the space station he hadn't seen yet, save for the sections there were off-limits to all but those in the higher echelons. Once Finished, Sam talked with other members in Forefront to get a better idea of the organization's goals and methods. Elm, in this time, carefully watched Sam, noting his questions and reactions, adding them to the file on Sam it was compiling.
When he couldn't think of anything more to do, Sam busied himself brushing up on his sword technique.
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Geneva, Switzerland, midnight.
Roughly five minutes after Shara touched down at the airport, the ground to the west of the landing site began rumbling, increasing in intensity for a couple of seconds, until a portal with a white edge opened up. From this portal, Elm and Sam emerged, standing in front of it to obscure the view until it closed.
[color=edc393]"Huh... What are the chances?"[/color] Sam said as he saw the Sworder, speaking mostly to himself.
"Admittedly, this is... unexpected." Elm chimed in, briefly pausing in the middle of the sentence.
For a moment, the two discussed what to do, deciding on at least approaching to see why Shara was there. The two approached, with Sam walking upfront with his hand placed on the pommel of his sword, and Elm following closely behind, the fact that it was extremely exposed not lost on it.
You look over at the portal forming, placing your hand on your blaster again. The bald man however tells you to stand down. [color=000066]"I know you have had earlier... encounters, with their organization. However, they are the other part of this arrangement. Their cooperation is vital for the success of this operation."[/color] Reluctantly you let your hand fall, eyeing the approaching Sam closely. The bald man turned and greeted the two others. [color=000066]"Good evening, gentlemen. May I introduce the woman chosen to represent the UN in the field team. She has shown herself as a reliable and quick courier, and her ship is most likely the quickest on the planet. As such, she is the best candidate to transport you on Earth."[/color]
Sam and Elm continued their approach until they were roughly twelve paces away from Shara and the UN representative. Both remained where they were, both motionless, save for Elm gently dipping and rising as it hovered in place.
"With due respect, I consider this to be a poor choice for a intermediary." Elm stated, staying close to Sam. "Our organisation and the people she is with aren't on friendly terms. A conflict of interests is probable."
Sam silently stood by as Elm talked, watching Shara from behind the faceplate.
"With due respect, I consider this to be a poor choice for a intermediary." Elm stated, staying close to Sam. "Our organisation and the people she is with aren't on friendly terms. A conflict of interests is probable."
Sam silently stood by as Elm talked, watching Shara from behind the faceplate.