Midnight.
The six foot nine mercenary stalked out of the Red Dragon Inn, stuffing his communications device back into the pocket of his black jeans. He followed the directions he had recieved, and the utter stealth displayed by the large man was formidable. It should be fairly easy to spot someone his size, but others who were milling about in the late Rhy'Din night did not notice him.
He turned down an alley, and scanned the area as he slowly walked. About half way down, out of sight of any doors or windows, he leaned back against the wall, and disappeared. Anyone looking down the alley would not have known that someone was standing there, watching, waiting.
At the opposite end of the alley, a figure enshrouded in robes became visible. The figure made its way down the alley carefully, its features obscured by the cloak it was wearing. Soon, an orange glow appeared within the shadows where the large mercenary had disappeared, and the figure ended his trek a few paces away from it.
"Scorpion, I presume?" it asked, voice masked by something. Magic....technology maybe, in Rhy'Din, who knew.
The orange glow floated in the air for a moment, and then was clearly revealed as the ember at the end of a cigarette as smoke blew into the sky from the shadows, and the large man became visible again. He had shoulder length black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, along with his black jeans he wore heavy combat boots, which didn't seem conducive to the stealth he displayed.
He took another drag off his cigarette, his face washed in the orange glow, the pale line of an old scar visible running from above the center of his right eye to his chin. When he spoke, it was in a deep, gravelly voice.
"What's the job?"
"Justice."
Scorpion raised an eyebrow at the cloaked figure, who went on.
The figure pulled a folder from within his cloak and handed it to Scorpion. "Due to all the Proposition 37 nonsense going on, more than one mage has seen an untimely death at the hands of hate-mongers, vigilantes, and mobs." He pointed to the folder that Scorpion now held. "The subject of that file is of particular interest. We want them stopped."
Scorpion leafed through the folder a moment and then shut it, eyes narrowing as he studied the cloaked figure.
"Are other magic users likely to get involved" Or get in my way?"
The figure nodded. "Most assuredly."
"Double the standard fee, then." Scorp said.
"That is not what you communicated to my representative."
"Your representative withheld details from me. Double the standard fee when dealing with magic users, or you find someone else." Scorp held the file out to the figure, a take-it-or-leave-it sort of gesture.
The figure's posture changed for a moment, silently expressing a bit of frustration.
"Fine" It said after a moment, with a subtle nod. "Double the fee."
With that, Scorpion turned and strode back down the end of the alley from which he had entered.
The figure called after him "We expect you to get started on this immediately.."
Scorpion stopped, and turned back towards the figure, scowling. "Please." And then, he turned away again, and disappeared into the shadows.
The mysterious figure huffed.
"The best at what he does indeed..." And with that, the alley was empty once more.
The six foot nine mercenary stalked out of the Red Dragon Inn, stuffing his communications device back into the pocket of his black jeans. He followed the directions he had recieved, and the utter stealth displayed by the large man was formidable. It should be fairly easy to spot someone his size, but others who were milling about in the late Rhy'Din night did not notice him.
He turned down an alley, and scanned the area as he slowly walked. About half way down, out of sight of any doors or windows, he leaned back against the wall, and disappeared. Anyone looking down the alley would not have known that someone was standing there, watching, waiting.
At the opposite end of the alley, a figure enshrouded in robes became visible. The figure made its way down the alley carefully, its features obscured by the cloak it was wearing. Soon, an orange glow appeared within the shadows where the large mercenary had disappeared, and the figure ended his trek a few paces away from it.
"Scorpion, I presume?" it asked, voice masked by something. Magic....technology maybe, in Rhy'Din, who knew.
The orange glow floated in the air for a moment, and then was clearly revealed as the ember at the end of a cigarette as smoke blew into the sky from the shadows, and the large man became visible again. He had shoulder length black hair pulled back into a tight ponytail, along with his black jeans he wore heavy combat boots, which didn't seem conducive to the stealth he displayed.
He took another drag off his cigarette, his face washed in the orange glow, the pale line of an old scar visible running from above the center of his right eye to his chin. When he spoke, it was in a deep, gravelly voice.
"What's the job?"
"Justice."
Scorpion raised an eyebrow at the cloaked figure, who went on.
The figure pulled a folder from within his cloak and handed it to Scorpion. "Due to all the Proposition 37 nonsense going on, more than one mage has seen an untimely death at the hands of hate-mongers, vigilantes, and mobs." He pointed to the folder that Scorpion now held. "The subject of that file is of particular interest. We want them stopped."
Scorpion leafed through the folder a moment and then shut it, eyes narrowing as he studied the cloaked figure.
"Are other magic users likely to get involved" Or get in my way?"
The figure nodded. "Most assuredly."
"Double the standard fee, then." Scorp said.
"That is not what you communicated to my representative."
"Your representative withheld details from me. Double the standard fee when dealing with magic users, or you find someone else." Scorp held the file out to the figure, a take-it-or-leave-it sort of gesture.
The figure's posture changed for a moment, silently expressing a bit of frustration.
"Fine" It said after a moment, with a subtle nod. "Double the fee."
With that, Scorpion turned and strode back down the end of the alley from which he had entered.
The figure called after him "We expect you to get started on this immediately.."
Scorpion stopped, and turned back towards the figure, scowling. "Please." And then, he turned away again, and disappeared into the shadows.
The mysterious figure huffed.
"The best at what he does indeed..." And with that, the alley was empty once more.