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| Quinn | Sun Jun 26, 2011 12:29 am Post #16 |
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A week later, Lumi found herself with a mild problem. A wholesaler with Taras salvaged weapons was muscling in on her local business. It wasn't a big problem on its own, but the salvage was being purchased by one of the gangs she had crushed. Audacious, really, expecting top of the line crossbows to make a difference against her plotting. But the wholesaler needed to die; she suspected he had more than he was letting on to her. One didn't find guardsman's weapons without finding their armor. She glanced up from her desk and down at the forges below, brimming with heat and steel. She left her chair and walked around her desk, observing their work more carefully. Lumi knew little about the art of weapon crafting, but she knew blades. These men produced the finest in Striberg, and she gave them a steady income in return for them fulfilling whatever orders she had. With a quick glance to her adjutant, she snapped an order. "Get the murderer." Lumi ordered. She returned to her desk, and stared at her closed door. She delved into shipping reports and sales, making sure her organization was on a tight leash. Corruption was unacceptable. A cold breeze flowed in through the open doors and windows of her building, and she tugged her cloak tighter around her. Half an hour later there was a knock on her door. "Enter." Lumi commanded. The door opened, her adjutant and the murderer standing in the entry. She waved them in. Her favorite feature of her office was the lack of chairs for those who came to see her. They were much quicker to get about their business, she found. Lumi planted her quill in her inkpot and leaned back. "Zenjirou, I need John Val dead. He's running a weapons wholesailing operation in the marina. Kill him and use a different style than your own; make it look like a deranged psychopath did the killing but don't link yourself or myself to the killing. If you are linked, it makes me look bad for not having killed you outright, and I'll have to finish the job I started. If I'm linked, someone will take advantage of it in some way and I'll have my position eroded. Do you understand?" Lumi growled. She pulled a map from beneath her pile of papers and spun it around so Zenjirou could see it properly. Two fingers went down on the map. "The one in the center of the city is this building. The one in the marina is his building. He'll be out of the building for dinner, lunch, and breakfast. I know he sleeps there." Lumi explained. She was giving him a decidedly lighter side of her tongue still. |
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| Goleminator | Sun Jun 26, 2011 12:47 am Post #17 |
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A moment before Zenji had been relaxing for the last week, if he ever went outside one of Lumi's punks followed him, he couldn't fight or kill for a week... nearly drove him mad. He felt uneasy in the warehouse, he wasn't sure but he was pretty sure he felt some animosity from the other men keeping an eye on them, maybe some of the guys he killed were their buddies. It made him warm inside to know they were in mourning in their own way. Then he saw the adjutant walk in, telling him that Lumi wanted to see him. He mentally roared in happiness. Finally it was time to work, he smiled calmly, nodding as he stood to follow him. It was only a short walk until he was standing in front of her, he listened to her orders, looking at the map. He thought about his ways of killing... he killed like a deranged psychopath normally. "I'd prefer to be called Zenji not Zenjirou, but you're the boss, do as you please Lumi. Oh, one more thing, I kill like a psycho normally, so just leave out the calling card of scrawled messages in blood?" He could already tell he disliked this new murdering technique, killing without taunting messages was like... sleeping without dreaming. "I'm guessing you don't want it public either, while it would send a strong message it also would lead to an investigation... why not just tell me what kind of kill you want me to do, psychopathic isn't a good description, do you want it in his room or should I just slip poison into his drinks. Though if you really just want me to take care of it with my own creativity... I would probably just sneak into his home and paint the inside of his house with his blood, nothing legible though, just nonsense and probably something about a dark elder god coming." When it came to murder it was his passion, it was art waiting to be happened with blood as paint and the town was his canvas. |
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| Quinn | Sat Jul 2, 2011 6:02 pm Post #18 |
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Lumi chuckled a bit at the comment about a dark elder god. It would do nicely, death cults sprung up every so often. Of course, there'd probably be a small uproar over the presence of a cult in Striberg, but it could work to her advantage. Kill a few more underneath the guise of the cult, then butcher a thief's guild chapter and blame it on them. Many birds, one murderer. "Fantastic. Make yourself out to be a death cult, and we'll perform a few more murders under that guise. It'll work very well, I suspect," Lumi suggested. She uncrossed her legs and leaned forward with a wry smile. "Don't return for a week, find a good hiding place within the city. I don't want you tailed. If you do get followed, kill your pursuers," Lumi ordered. She opened her desk and rummaged around for a moment. She placed down a pile of Taras, Striberg, and Istani coppers and silvers. She sorted them quickly. "These will buy you food and lodgings for the time being. When you return, I will have proper payment if everything goes well," Lumi promised. She pressed the pile of money over to her pet murderer and glanced out her window. Below her metal forges worked day and night, one of the most important parts of her business. The murderer would simply remove the few things still impeding her. |
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| Goleminator | Sat Jul 2, 2011 6:17 pm Post #19 |
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Zenji chuckled, it was perfect, he got to run along and murder all he wanted while blaming it on a non-existent death cult, oh what glorious fun he would have. He quickly pocketed the money meant for him, he almost wanted to skip out the door, but instead simply smiled at the thought of a promised pay off, "Oh don't worry about the money, we can think of more creative ways for payment." He started towards the door, before Lumi could answer back, his mind already thinking and calculating how many other ways he could murder the man, but he still needed the death cult message, that was imperative. He waved as he walked out, his smile twisting into a psychotic grin, it would rain blood soon enough, but first he needed to tail his prey, learn his secrets, habits, and other things, this was the essence of being an artistic murderer, also it didn't hurt to know where he kept say... his dealings documents so he could steal them and give them to Lumi, it would have a small paper trail but it should be ignored with the small uproar of a death cult running around Striberg. He changed his grin to a small smile, he needed to seem normal as he walked the streets, first stop, his prey's house. Edited by Goleminator, Sat Jul 2, 2011 6:18 pm.
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