Enthusiastic Walks

Marcello Sly · Oct 13, 2016

Elizabeth Carnegie sat at her desk, attending to her paperwork, signing off on contracts and occasionally staring at her computer for a few moments, hoping something interesting might happen. Unfortunately for her, just that was about to come true, for at that moment, she heard the distinctive knock of her butler, Justus.
"Phone call for you, ma'am." Said he.

Elizabeth looked up expectantly. Wordlessly, Justus entered the room, crossing the flags silently, before setting down the phone, screen lit, on the desk before her. Elizabeth picked up the phone.
"Elizabeth Carnegie. Speak." She said assertively. She was silent for a few seconds. Sighing, she continued. "Yes, go ahead, Seth." She was going to have to listen to another field report from her best mercenary, and also her most extreme. It reminded her of a similar briefing with him, a few weeks ago...

Elizabeth sat defeated, leaning against the table, and pinching the bridge of her nose in frustration. "So that's your field report?" She asked finally. "You went through a walk in the forest at midnight and killed a homicidal vampire priest?" She asked finally.

Snapping back from her flashback of sorts, Elizabeth pinched the bridge of her nose, unknowingly assuming the same gesture of frustration. "So, that's your field report." She began once more. "You broke into the house... And you shot him thirty-six times... AND took out his partner." She summarized.

"You need to stop going on walks."

Ambrose · Oct 14, 2016

Seth crouched in a dark corner of an old, eerie and abandoned mansion. He had been out strolling and heard something interesting, and it was much beyond Seth to not intrude on...well, pretty much any damn thing he pleased. His ear was pressed to the wall, listening intently to what was being said inside the room he was huddled just outside of. From the sounds of it, two lame-o's were cuddling it up inside. Something about Bella and Edward, and vampires. Wait...VAMPIRES?! There was no way in hell he would let the good name of vampires be tarnished by this lovey-dovey sparkly prettyboy type. Rearing back, Seth stood to his full 7'3 height and knocked on the door, waiting five seconds and for the nonchalant reply 'Who is it?' to pull out his weapons and unload about a metric ton of lead through the door and into the body of the poor guy on the other side. He waited for the sound of the body dropping, before replying.

"A real fucking vampire"

And somewhere, someone at that point in time, screamed YEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAH

About five minutes later, Seth was sprawled out on a couch in the room he had just laid waste to. He flipped his phone open and hit the first number in his speed dial list, Justus picking up on the other end. "Hey Justus, my man, how are things? Well that's great, wonderful, excellent, I need to talk to Beth if you could? Thaaaaanks pal." After a short wait, Seth heard the phone picked up and Beth's harsh, stern voice break through on the other end. "...Helloooooooooo, Beth. Field report for you." As he got the okay to continue, Seth would fill her in on the events of the night, Beth no doubt getting deja vu from his last stroll through the night.

As she recapped, Seth nodded along on the other end of the phone. "Yup...Yup...Thirty-SEVEN...You know it." Seth grinned at Beth's irked tone. God, it was fun getting into trouble. However, when she suggested he stop going on walks, his eyes narrowed. "And you need hurry up and hook up some god-damned DSL in the manor. Now, are we set, or should I go on another adventure? I'm sure my ban from some of the nightclubs around here have worn off by now..." Seth said, rubbing his chin and wondering where his next walk would take him.

Marcello Sly · Dec 8, 2016

A long, audible sigh was all that could be heard from Beth. For a long time, her side of the line was completely silent. Pinching the bridge of her nose in annoyance, she glanced up at Justus, who stood dutifully awaiting her orders. Elizabeth spoke, holding the phone to keep Seth from hearing what was said on her side of the conversation. Probably.
"Justus, let them in. It's probably better that they meet me before their new... Superior..." Elizabeth told him, struggling to let the last word come out. It felt unnatural to her, considering how her head of security sometimes acted.

Justus nodded wordlessly, stepping out to carry out the errand Beth had requested. She would expect company to arrive very soon. She busied herself with some papers while speaking to her subordinate over the phone. "Look, we'll discuss this later. Right now, I need you to return to the Manor. We have company." She explained, before stopping herself abruptly. "-And not the kind that you shoot on sight. If you kill another employee, I'll have to cut your funding." She threatened gravely, before finally bidding him farewell and hanging up the phone.

Sighing, she looked up from her paperwork, awaiting her guest.

Kada · Dec 11, 2016

Emmett hadn't recognized the voice over the phone as one he had given his card to. But they had promised steady work and good pay, so he wasn't going to immediately turn them down. It had been insisted that he wait somewhere for a car to pick him up. He normally didn't like doing that, but he opted to make an exception this one time.

But now here he was, looking vastly out of place next to all this fine decor in his dingy white collar shirt and jeans. Not that he felt out of place. Emmett rightly didn't give a damn what these people thought of his clothes.
The sullen silence of the man who walked him through the manor might have been oppressive if it weren't the exact sort of thing that Emmett himself enjoyed when he was working.

The door he was ushered through led into what looked like an office. A woman in a dark suit at the desk, doing some kind of paperwork. She was pale, almost unnaturally so. She also had an air of professionalism about her, one that Emmett could appreciate.
Stuffing his hands in his pockets, he gave her a curt nod as his only gesture of greeting. "Emmett Orenstein. Handyman and Troubleshooter. At yer service, ma'am."

Ambrose · Dec 14, 2016

As Seth flipped the phone closed, a sickeningly wide smile spread across his face. New blood? This would prove to be fun. Sure, Beth had told him not to kill anyone...but killing was only half the fun, right?

Jumping from the couch, the man would begin tracing his way back through the elaborate, now blood-soaked halls of the mansion. After exiting, he would pick up his pace, flitting through the night faster than an american on the autobahn.

As he arrived back at the place he called home, Seth would take a second to gaze up at the incredibly elaborate, sturdy building that housed some of the most ancient and powerful beings on Manta Carlos. The grin starting across his face once again, Seth would make his way inside.

After a short pace through the twisting multitude of corridors, Seth found himself standing in front of Beth's office. Figuring it may be better to lighten the mood, Seth would knock on doors, then without awaiting a response, phase through them. The scene inside was typical, save the newcomer. Taking a second to look him over, Seth would raise an eyebrow. The man was tall, not quite as tall as him but he certainly looked more sturdy. Aside from that, he seemed rather...plain. Nothing special jumped out at Seth. It was very unusual that one without substantial power be invited into the manor. Perhaps the man had some hidden power.

Shrugging, Seth would silently cross the room, standing next to the newcomer in front of Beth, taking a deep bow before speaking. "You called, madam?"

Marcello Sly · Dec 18, 2016

Elizabeth's mouth was agape.
"Did he just hang up on me?" She asked irritably to nobody in particular. Sighing, she set the phone down, pushing it away from her as she continued to work. He'd come. Beth knew that although Seth could be insufferable, he took his job rather seriously.

Justus was quite quick, so the first half of his escort was rather seamless, though he kept his pace to a walk for the newcomer's sake, leading him politely and curtly to Beth's tower. Holding the door open for him, Justus would make himself scarce, standing near the door attentively, waiting for an order. As a good butler does, Justus remained unseen, but always available.

As Emmett entered, Elizabeth saw him in the flesh for the first time. During her early days, she'd taken a page from the book of J.P. Morgan, and researched her guests heavily before they even arrived. It was a good strategy, and often made business much easier. With that in mind, several hours ago, she'd done what research she could on the life of Mr. Orenstein. She'd seen his face many times that night, though never in person.

He was taller then she expected.

"Come in, Mr. Orenstein. Have a seat." Elizabeth offered, and almost instantaneously, an ornate, straight-backed chair appeared, on the other side of her desk, courtesy of Justus. "Can I offer you a drink? Wine, scotch, champagne?" She asked, reaching underneath her desk and producing three glasses, two of which she filled with wine. Snapping her fingers, another chair appeared alongside Emmett, and one of the glasses set gingerly in the third seat.

"My associate will be arriving shortly." She explained as she poured, gesturing to the third seat and glass. "Tell me about yourself, Mr. Orenstein." She would ask. Elizabeth already knew quite a bit about the man, but you could learn quite a lot about a person by how they described themselves. What they revealed... and what they left out.

By now, likely midway through Emmett's answer, Seth would have arrived. The fact that he managed to fit through the small doorway never ceased to amaze Elizabeth.
"Take a seat." She said to Seth, her eyes not leaving her guest. "This is Seth Buchanan. He is the head of Carnegie Security." Beth explained, taking a sip from her glass. "I'd like to offer you a position under him."

Kada · Dec 18, 2016

Emmett quirked an eyebrow at the suddenly appearing chair when he was asked to have a seat. He had seen this trick all too many times in his life. Well, not this one specifically, summoning a chair was new. But small, casual displays of power. So he did what he was supposed to. He quirked an eyebrow, looked mildly impressed, and obediently took his seat. The straight back on the chair was unnecessary; Emmett didn't slouch.
Sitting there with his hands on his knees, Emmett shook his head at the offered drink and politely said, "No thank ya, ma'am. I don't drink." He could drink if he hollowed out a hole in his chest and let the fluid sit there like a reservoir, but that was a hassle. As was emptying it out later. Better to just not even bother, really, unless it was necessary.

Carnegie asked him to tell her about himself. If he knew these rich business types, and he imagined he did, she had already dug into his past somewhat. He didn't like folks doing that, but there was nothing to be done about it really. So her rolled his shoulders somewhat and started where he thought he should.
"Well ma'am. Grew up on a farm in Georgia. Died in a stampede when I was young. Came back to life, Ma had drunk herself to death. Pa was real happy t'have me back. Townsfolk weren't so enthused. Somebody set fire t'our house one night, and Pa died in th' fire." He paused. It had been a long time since he had actually talked to anyone about the events of that night. He was mostly numb to the details now, but he still felt that pang of guilt.
Taking a breath, more for effect than actually needing it, he continued. "Left home and moved to the city. Did odd jobs to get by. Eventually got m'self steady work as a freelancer. All kinds of work, really. Only jobs I won't do are hurtin' kids or goin' into fire."

He paused when Seth entered the room and took his own seat, sizing the other man up. He was tall, taller than Emmett even, but thinner. More angular. And definitely not human. Emmett gave the man a simle nod in greeting, and continued where he had left off.
"Got a letter in th' mail 'bout Manta Carlos on account of me not bein' human. Decided to come 'round, not have t'hide. Don't fully know what I am. Some feller called me a Golem. I know I'm made of solid dirt, like wet clay."

Not really having anything else he wanted to say about himself, Emmett listened intently to Carnegie's offer. A job. At a security firm. Under this man, this Seth Buchanan. He folded his hands together and rested his chin on them. It sounded somewhat more permanent than his usual contracts.
"Alright, well. What would I be doing, exactly? What would my pay look like? I ain't just gonna take a job without knowin' the details."

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Ambrose · Dec 19, 2016

As Seth strolled in, the man seemed to be halfway through explaining himself to Beth. Raking a hand through his hair, Seth walked silently across the floor, taking the glass from the seat beside the newcomer and falling into the chair himself. Normally, his posture would be sloppy. He'd be loud and boisterous. He'd already be halfway through driving poor Beth insane. However, first impressions were important, especially if they were aiming to get this man to stay.

After taking his seat, Seth's attention was drawn to the man speaking. It seemed he had just caught the tail end of his explanation, now only knowing why the man had come to Manta Carlos. He was a Golem, it seemed. Not something very common, at least not anymore. He was tempted to ask if he was made or raised, but he had most likely just finished explaining his past to Beth, and as inhuman as Seth was, he was still hesitant to make anyone go over what could be tender details more than once. Besides, he'd get to know the man through working with him if he took the job, and if he didn't, then why care about his past?

As the man asked his few questions, Seth set the glass on Beth's desk, cocking an eyebrow at Beth first, then at Justus. They both knew his drink of choice, and likely the glass would be filled in mere seconds with that glorious substance known as whiskey. Seth picked the glass up with his right hand, swirling the ice cubes around before taking a drink from the glass, his posture shifting as he propped his elbow on the arm of the chair. He expected Beth would have his job details and monetary compensation information all arranged, but if any details were missing or lacking, Seth could ad lib it.

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