[RP] Perfidy
Mar 13, 2017 5:49:15 GMT -6
Post by Grom on Mar 13, 2017 5:49:15 GMT -6
"Do we have any paper towels?"
Wordlessly, Tanya grabbed the box of tissues from her desk and handed them to the young Moosian. The Countess was covered - literally covered - in snot. Tanya wasn't sure whether to laugh or scream. The phlegm sloughed off and onto the floor with a quiet splat, staining the carpet. As if the offices could've gotten any dirtier between the coffee stains and cigarette burns. Tanya watched as the enormous turtle-like alien lifted the chumpling through the window, then cleared her throat.
"Uh. Yeah. Let's... let's head outside, shall we?" Before anyone else comes back and makes me clean that up, she thought as she hustled everyone towards the door. "Time's wasting."
Wordlessly, Tanya grabbed the box of tissues from her desk and handed them to the young Moosian. The Countess was covered - literally covered - in snot. Tanya wasn't sure whether to laugh or scream. The phlegm sloughed off and onto the floor with a quiet splat, staining the carpet. As if the offices could've gotten any dirtier between the coffee stains and cigarette burns. Tanya watched as the enormous turtle-like alien lifted the chumpling through the window, then cleared her throat.
"Uh. Yeah. Let's... let's head outside, shall we?" Before anyone else comes back and makes me clean that up, she thought as she hustled everyone towards the door. "Time's wasting."
*
Slos grinned back, reaching for his nearly-empty glass and helping himself to a bottle of bright-green liquid from behind the bar. "Followed up on it first," he said as he poured, the grin growing ever broader. "Say they've got the blackbox. Intact. And they'll sell it to us."
Tanya's eyes widened. "The blackbox? How?"
Slos shrugged as he took another sip from his glass. "Who cares? They've got it. As soon as the kellik gets here-"
Before Slos could finish, the door marked 'STAFF' burst open and a four-foot-tall alien flew head-first into the room, hitting the ground with an 'oof', a thud, and the skitter of a pair of glasses sliding along the wooden floor. Two men followed him out into the room, guns aimed at the alien. The one in the lead blinked three eyes beneath the brim of his hat as he stared at the posse, while the second merely rolled his augmented shoulders and cracked his knuckles. Tanya's hand dropped to the grip of her pistol. Slos stared at the green alien on the ground and took another sip. "There he is."
Three-eyes smiles at Tanya, but it's a smile that carries an edge. His teeth are filed to sharp points, and the incisors are capped with steel. "Nothin' to worry about, marshal," he says, gesturing at the alien on the ground. "Our friend just be owin' us money."
The kellik, for his part, scrabbles towards Tanya. "Help! They're going to kill me!"
Three-eyes stepped forward, placing a foot on the alien's back and pinning him in place. "Walk away," he said, the smile gone. "This ain't your problem."
Canyon's streets were as busy as ever. Locals paused to watch the strange band as they passed by, following in Sandshell's footsteps. Most of Canyon's occupants were human, and having so many aliens - especially Quivering Bush - around made them even more of a spectacle than they already were. A few kids ran alongside the posse, laughing and playing, but Tanya's attention were on the adults that grumbled and groaned as the g'ard passed. She hoped none of them'd be stupid enough to try anything with a marshal present, but you never knew.
If the enormous turtle was good for one thing, it was cutting through traffic; Tanya didn't even need to flash her badge as the crowds parted before Knick-knack's steed. Their destination was a bar maybe six blocks from the station, built into the canyon wall and named, rather uncreatively, 'The Hole In The Wall'. An airconditioner hummed on the wall, trying to beat back Perfidy's stifling heat, and there were cries of "close the door!" from the few patrons as the posse stepped inside. There weren't many customers this early in the afternoon, and almost all of them were keeping to themselves, happy to nurse their drinks in their corners and escape the heat.
The 'almost' came because of two men at the bar, one of whom looked over at Tanya as she crossed the floor and raised a drink in a red, webbed hand, grabbing the other by the shoulder and turning him around.
"There she is!" the alien said, sloshing his drink and splattering it across the floor. "Toldja! Tanya! Got us a recruit!" The other man, a slickly-dressed human with a mustache worthy of the name, attempted to politely extract himself from the alien's grasp as Tanya closed in, a scowl on her face.
"You were meant to meet us at the office, Slos," she said, grabbing his wrist with one hand and the glass with the other, slamming it down on the bartop. "How much've you had?"
"Not much!" Slos protested, the gills on his neck flaring as he struggled against her grip. "Had to make my new friend comfortable! Besides," he said, lowering his voice to what he clearly hoped was a conspiratorial whisper but was loud enough to be heard on the far side of the room, "I'm waiting for someone. A lead."
Tanya's scowl wavered for a moment and she released his hand. "What lead? You didn't say anything about a lead."
If the enormous turtle was good for one thing, it was cutting through traffic; Tanya didn't even need to flash her badge as the crowds parted before Knick-knack's steed. Their destination was a bar maybe six blocks from the station, built into the canyon wall and named, rather uncreatively, 'The Hole In The Wall'. An airconditioner hummed on the wall, trying to beat back Perfidy's stifling heat, and there were cries of "close the door!" from the few patrons as the posse stepped inside. There weren't many customers this early in the afternoon, and almost all of them were keeping to themselves, happy to nurse their drinks in their corners and escape the heat.
The 'almost' came because of two men at the bar, one of whom looked over at Tanya as she crossed the floor and raised a drink in a red, webbed hand, grabbing the other by the shoulder and turning him around.
"There she is!" the alien said, sloshing his drink and splattering it across the floor. "Toldja! Tanya! Got us a recruit!" The other man, a slickly-dressed human with a mustache worthy of the name, attempted to politely extract himself from the alien's grasp as Tanya closed in, a scowl on her face.
"You were meant to meet us at the office, Slos," she said, grabbing his wrist with one hand and the glass with the other, slamming it down on the bartop. "How much've you had?"
"Not much!" Slos protested, the gills on his neck flaring as he struggled against her grip. "Had to make my new friend comfortable! Besides," he said, lowering his voice to what he clearly hoped was a conspiratorial whisper but was loud enough to be heard on the far side of the room, "I'm waiting for someone. A lead."
Tanya's scowl wavered for a moment and she released his hand. "What lead? You didn't say anything about a lead."
Slos grinned back, reaching for his nearly-empty glass and helping himself to a bottle of bright-green liquid from behind the bar. "Followed up on it first," he said as he poured, the grin growing ever broader. "Say they've got the blackbox. Intact. And they'll sell it to us."
Tanya's eyes widened. "The blackbox? How?"
Slos shrugged as he took another sip from his glass. "Who cares? They've got it. As soon as the kellik gets here-"
Before Slos could finish, the door marked 'STAFF' burst open and a four-foot-tall alien flew head-first into the room, hitting the ground with an 'oof', a thud, and the skitter of a pair of glasses sliding along the wooden floor. Two men followed him out into the room, guns aimed at the alien. The one in the lead blinked three eyes beneath the brim of his hat as he stared at the posse, while the second merely rolled his augmented shoulders and cracked his knuckles. Tanya's hand dropped to the grip of her pistol. Slos stared at the green alien on the ground and took another sip. "There he is."
Three-eyes smiles at Tanya, but it's a smile that carries an edge. His teeth are filed to sharp points, and the incisors are capped with steel. "Nothin' to worry about, marshal," he says, gesturing at the alien on the ground. "Our friend just be owin' us money."
The kellik, for his part, scrabbles towards Tanya. "Help! They're going to kill me!"
Three-eyes stepped forward, placing a foot on the alien's back and pinning him in place. "Walk away," he said, the smile gone. "This ain't your problem."