Don't worry. Evan will be along to blush for everyone. :smalltongue:
I'd suggest not deliberately wasting my time. You and I both know what's here and what I'm here for. Let's just make this simple for the both of us.
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[Lobby]
Oh no, it's...
...It's Harry Potter fanfiction.
Sarah just kind of stares on, mildly horrified, until it gets handed to her. Then she just stares a moment and proceeds to run off, quite embarassed.
[Lobby]
"A strange name for a spellbook. Sounds more like some kind of story telling book."
He sais as Sarah went of with the book. It's possibele she didn't hear him. Fade for himself thinks he should ask The Operative if he gave her the book.
Operative's Office
The Operative won't blush because he's an inhuman monster with no regard for anyone's life.
He completely ignores Trissy struggling. Right now, he just wants her to die already.
The Front
"That's cute," the bartender says, not bothering to make eye contact with Evan.
Office
Trissy starts to stop breathing normally. Choke choke choke.
((What are your thoughts on Trissy giving birth in MURDER?:smallbiggrin:))
[Lobby]
Fade heads over to the list of current contracts. After all nothing new seems to be there, well nothing that isn't already done. He takes a seat at the couche and waits for new contracts.
((Sorry for double post))
[Operativ's Office Phone (Later)]
Assuming the operative has such a thing and people who placed a contract got a way to call him the phone should start to ring.
Office
As her last breaths emerge. she gives him a look of pure disappointment.
Also she halfheartedly tries to bite his fingers.
Operative's Office
I'm wondering how she'll accomplish that, given the Operative's fingers are around Trissy's neck.
In any case, there is no response from the lenses of the Operative's gas mask.
Office
She dies and when she falls the Operative will get an embarrassing view of her "lady parts."
Operative's Office
As always, the Operative ignores any sort of embarrassment. Instead, the phone immediately floats next to him as the buyer's number is dialed. If she answers, he says, "Your target is dead. Collect the body before I incinerate it."
Desk
Marty follows Evan, fearing the worst.
Office
Trissy's mother strides in, this time alone. She wordlessly drops about ten million dollar's worth of gems on the desk, puts Trissy in a bag, and walks outside to Marty. Hello, Marty.
Tavern
Marty just stares at the unfamiliar drow. He looks like he's about to have a nervous breakdown in the tavern. H-Hey...s-stop, w-who are y-you?!
I'm your apparent soon-to-be mother in law.
Tavern
Marty clenches his fists, his eyes tearing up. Y-You...you w-witch! You m-monster! What h-have y-you done with h-her?! Where's m-my Trissy?!
Relax, fool, her body is in this bag. I'm willing for you and your silly bastard family to continue... for a price.
Tavern
Marty has nothing anymore. No inn, no family, and hardly any money. Y-You...it's...n-not...that...it...k-k...y-you can't d-do that...I....it's n-not...I... Marty nearly runs over to throttle the drow mother. Instead, Marty runs out of MURDER, and will continue running, crying, sobbing, otherwise completely insane now. His last thing that kept him tied to the Nexus had been killed. Now, he'll run right past the mother drow, and straight to GLoG.
Actually no, he doesn't. His mother-in-law clenches a fist and casts a spell that will hopefully freeze him and levitate him back to her. You are not going to refuse.
At the Door to MURDER
Marty is immune to all magic, due to an unlikely side-effect that came from his eating of a rare leaf by accident, so, he'll just keep running. No! G-Go away!
She teleports in front of him and flicks out a dagger. Stay.
Outside MURDER
Well, now the creepy drow woman has a knife in front of Marty. Marty will start screaming loudly, hoping someone will hear him. He quickly grabs a fork that was in his pocket and attemppts to throw it at the drowess's face. It worked with Sleet...Ah! W-What are y-you?!