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Post by Mozenrath on Oct 24, 2019 0:17:42 GMT
"Mr. Mozenrath," Sykes chuckled. "I've gone by an alias or two in my day, but you can call me Sykes. If the two underlings are to be believed, I was hand picked by Hades to provide expertise on my home, and the best trends in torment practiced there." Sykes pushed his glasses up his brow. "For instance, you might have trouble keeping a low profile if you enter every room with a cyan firecracker where I'm from." "What IS it with all of you and keeping a low profile?" Mozenrath asked in frustration. "How do you expect to be feared if people don't recognize your presence? ...Or is it that you have to remain underhanded to make up for a lack of the punch you pack in person?" "Why would there be a problem? Unless you think that is the case?"
Clayton said while eyerolling at the sorcerer´s snarks, he had dealt with that all his life with those since his youth. Still, if this guy was a direct henchman of one of the five, he better focus on trying to get on his good sides.
"Anyways, my name is Clayton, professional hunter" He said, might as well add a title he was proud of since the guy in robes seemed obsessed with his. Sure, he could have said 'Lord Greystoke', but that was stuff that didn`t suited him at all, his sister could keep that one.
"And a professional...hunter," Mozenrath sighed. "At least please, please, PLEASE tell me you hunt something impressive. Like dragons. Dragons require skill and finesse to take down. Or Thirdacs. Someday, we might need a Thirdac wrangler around here in case there's an incident."
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Post by William Cecil Clayton on Oct 24, 2019 0:23:16 GMT
"Mr. Mozenrath," Sykes chuckled. "I've gone by an alias or two in my day, but you can call me Sykes. If the two underlings are to be believed, I was hand picked by Hades to provide expertise on my home, and the best trends in torment practiced there." Sykes pushed his glasses up his brow. "For instance, you might have trouble keeping a low profile if you enter every room with a cyan firecracker where I'm from." "What IS it with all of you and keeping a low profile?" Mozenrath asked in frustration. "How do you expect to be feared if people don't recognize your presence? ...Or is it that you have to remain underhanded to make up for a lack of the punch you pack in person?" "Why would there be a problem? Unless you think that is the case?"
Clayton said while eyerolling at the sorcerer´s snarks, he had dealt with that all his life with those since his youth. Still, if this guy was a direct henchman of one of the five, he better focus on trying to get on his good sides.
"Anyways, my name is Clayton, professional hunter" He said, might as well add a title he was proud of since the guy in robes seemed obsessed with his. Sure, he could have said 'Lord Greystoke', but that was stuff that didn`t suited him at all, his sister could keep that one.
"And a professional...hunter," Mozenrath sighed. "At least please, please, PLEASE tell me you hunt something impressive. Like dragons. Dragons require skill and finesse to take down. Or Thirdacs. Someday, we might need a Thirdac wrangler around here in case there's an incident." Dragons? What the heck was a Thirdac anyways? He was wondering wether this guy was making stuff or if it was usual or if it was something common on his world...But if it was the later...hunting these animals for either trophy or to sell them to some zoo would be a huge opportunity
"I wont lie, Mr. Mozenrath, I haven´t encountered either of those...They don´t exist from where I come from. But that doesn´t means im not intrigued at what you are saying..."
He said scratching his chin
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Post by Sykes on Oct 24, 2019 0:25:48 GMT
Sykes gestured to Pain and Panic with his cigar, the noxious smoke wafting off whisping in every direction.
"Ask these two about the punch I pack." Sykes hissed. "You can find further account at the bottom of the Hudson River, stuffed into the meat grinder at Morton's Steak House, or peeled off the top of the compactor at the Brooklyn dump."
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Post by Mozenrath on Oct 24, 2019 0:33:10 GMT
Mozenrath's eyes widened. "All right, NOW you interest me," he admitted to Sykes.
His eyes then rolled over to Clayton; "Though I still find you lacking."
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Post by William Cecil Clayton on Oct 24, 2019 0:33:31 GMT
Sykes gestured to Pain and Panic with his cigar, the noxious smoke wafting off whisping in every direction. "Ask these two about the punch I pack." Sykes hissed. "You can find further account at the bottom of the Hudson River, stuffed into the meat grinder at Morton's Steak House, or peeled off the top of the compactor at the Brooklyn dump." "Those are creative ways of getting rid of your enemies I should say, way better than what I had though for a certain ape-man I tried to deal with" Clayton admitted Mozenrath's eyes widened. "All right, NOW you interest me," he admitted to Sykes. His eyes then rolled over to Clayton; "Though I still find you lacking." "And I didn´t asked for your opinion" He remarked to Mozenrath, once again, the persian´s way of talking reminded him to much to her. He might talk and brag, but he wasn´t one of the five, which means that if he was here, it meant that he also had failed at a certain ambitious plot, whichever it was. He assumed it had to be with these 'thirdacs' he spoke about.
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Post by Mozenrath on Oct 24, 2019 0:44:06 GMT
"No one ever does," Mozenrath told Clayton. "Their loss, really. I provide it gratis. It's for everyone's benefit."
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Post by William Cecil Clayton on Oct 24, 2019 0:47:58 GMT
"No one ever does," Mozenrath told Clayton. "Their loss, really. I provide it gratis. It's for everyone's benefit." "Hah, very funny" Clayton said in a sarcastic tone. "Queen Victoria herself should give you an award for 'helpful remarks'"
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Post by Mozenrath on Oct 24, 2019 1:24:39 GMT
"Well, I should say so," Mozenrath said dryly. "Whoever that is."
Someone whose domain he wanted for his own, that was all he knew.
"So...Sykes, was it?" Mozenrath continued to say to the imposing-looking gangster. "I am to understand you're a...torture artist?"
(All the while keeping his firm grip on Pain and Panic. No way was he letting those two get away again.)
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Post by Sykes on Oct 25, 2019 2:16:21 GMT
"Torture artist...sure!" Sykes grinned. "There's nothing to sneeze at in your magic tricks, Mr. Mozenrath. But if it's sheer pain you're looking for, nothing beats modern technology and a strong hand."
Sykes clenched his massive hand, turning to Clayton. "I'm sure our friend, the hunter, has stuffed his fair share of animals, correct?"
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Post by William Cecil Clayton on Oct 25, 2019 2:36:36 GMT
" Torture artist...sure!" Sykes grinned. "There's nothing to sneeze at in your magic tricks, Mr. Mozenrath. But if it's sheer pain you're looking for, nothing beats modern technology and a strong hand." Sykes clenched his massive hand, turning to Clayton. "I'm sure our friend, the hunter, has stuffed his fair share of animals, correct?" "You are not wrong Mr.Sykes" Clayton remarked smirking, then looked at Mozenrath glaring "And despite of how 'pleasant' you are, im willing to add this problem of yours to my collection...Thirdacs, was it?" (Ooc: Sorry for the short reply, im in phone)
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Post by Mozenrath on Oct 25, 2019 2:42:17 GMT
"I never said I had a Thirdac PROBLEM," Mozenrath said hastily, clutching Pain and Panic all the tighter like stress-relief toys in the process. "I'm just saying someone MIGHT cause an incident. Most likely Maleficent. In which case, we-will-need-an-experienced-tracker-to-RESTRAIN-IT."
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Post by William Cecil Clayton on Oct 25, 2019 2:50:43 GMT
"I never said I had a Thirdac PROBLEM," Mozenrath said hastily, clutching Pain and Panic all the tighter like stress-relief toys in the process. "I'm just saying someone MIGHT cause an incident. Most likely Maleficent. In which case, we-will-need-an-experienced-tracker-to-RESTRAIN-IT." "I see" Clayton took another smoke, he needed it after all to deal with this bratish herald of death.Why would Maleficent cause an incident with these beasts? It was something he wondered, but if he asked him, he would start talking again.
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Post by Mozenrath on Oct 26, 2019 6:59:22 GMT
"Well, I'd say we're just about done here," Mozenrath growled as he looked to the squirming minions in his hands. "Time to finish my mission. And I'm looking forward to the fireworks." He gave a brief glance up to Sykes and Clayton. "I'll let you know if I decide either of you could be...useful to me." Then he vanished, taking Pain and Panic right back to where they belonged. Or so he thought. [OOC: Moving him to...wait for it. ]
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Post by William Cecil Clayton on Oct 26, 2019 21:02:01 GMT
"Well Mr. Sykes...It seems we are in a world where things that are seen as myths in ours are true..." He said raising an eyebrow, somewhat annoyed by his conversation with the sorcerer...But there was something that caught his ear about what he said...Many more creatures...This was a chance one in a million. Of course, first he would need to do some reasearch about them "My apologies for asking, but do you know if there is any nearby library?"
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