Post by Deleted on Mar 18, 2021 19:23:42 GMT -5
Brie's PL: 4,900 | Antisense: ACTIVE | Freige?: Absent
"The terms were very clear, Director." Brie spoke in a quiet but threatening tone, seated in the far corner of the main casino floor alongside a haughty-looking Arcosian and two Alien bodyguards. "You signed a contract. You either obey by those terms or you don't get to play anymore." A rumbling laugh erupted from the Arcosian, wiping his eye with a lone finger in a mock display of humor. "Ms. Brie, tell your boss what I've told you already. I don't plan on fulfilling that contract anymore. I've found a much more worthwhile arrangement with another company. And if you or he has any issues?" The guard duo grunted and cracked their knuckles menacingly, Brie staying stonefaced much to the Arcosian's chagrin. "With all due respect, 'sir', you should've read the fine print before deciding to illegally break a contract with Director Feran."
She stood, right hand flexing for a moment... before disappearing from sight. "Wha-?" The Arcosian Director said in confusion, rising only to find himself in a sudden chokehold. With no further words to spare, Brie snapped the lizard's neck as the two guards roared and moved to grab her. "Your boss is dead you know, avenging him won't net you a paycheck now." Ducking under the first punch, the other beefy Alien's attack was caught full stop by Brie's right arm. "Collateral it is, then." With a small whirr, her glove came blasting off as a metallic hand was revealed, energy blowing her second attacker's arm off as she pivoted and smashed the remaining mook into the table, breaking it clean through.
A small pool of blue, viscous fluid began to pool at her boots. "Eugh, gross, I'm stepping in it-" The assassin sighed dramatically, wiping as much as she could off on the carpet. The regular going-on of the Casino hadn't been interrupted in the slightest as a few worker drones came to clean up. "The bill can to go Feran Industries." She snipped, moving towards one of the exits.
"The terms were very clear, Director." Brie spoke in a quiet but threatening tone, seated in the far corner of the main casino floor alongside a haughty-looking Arcosian and two Alien bodyguards. "You signed a contract. You either obey by those terms or you don't get to play anymore." A rumbling laugh erupted from the Arcosian, wiping his eye with a lone finger in a mock display of humor. "Ms. Brie, tell your boss what I've told you already. I don't plan on fulfilling that contract anymore. I've found a much more worthwhile arrangement with another company. And if you or he has any issues?" The guard duo grunted and cracked their knuckles menacingly, Brie staying stonefaced much to the Arcosian's chagrin. "With all due respect, 'sir', you should've read the fine print before deciding to illegally break a contract with Director Feran."
She stood, right hand flexing for a moment... before disappearing from sight. "Wha-?" The Arcosian Director said in confusion, rising only to find himself in a sudden chokehold. With no further words to spare, Brie snapped the lizard's neck as the two guards roared and moved to grab her. "Your boss is dead you know, avenging him won't net you a paycheck now." Ducking under the first punch, the other beefy Alien's attack was caught full stop by Brie's right arm. "Collateral it is, then." With a small whirr, her glove came blasting off as a metallic hand was revealed, energy blowing her second attacker's arm off as she pivoted and smashed the remaining mook into the table, breaking it clean through.
A small pool of blue, viscous fluid began to pool at her boots. "Eugh, gross, I'm stepping in it-" The assassin sighed dramatically, wiping as much as she could off on the carpet. The regular going-on of the Casino hadn't been interrupted in the slightest as a few worker drones came to clean up. "The bill can to go Feran Industries." She snipped, moving towards one of the exits.