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    Nemesis
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    The dark clad hunter rose, once more from his chair and directed himself toward the door. He could not prevent the overwhelming thought that this entire rendezvous had been a waste of time.

    His fellow Rangers appeared to be as helpless as newborn babes, for the exception of one Sanis Prent whom Nemesis had heard much of. This would furnish him with no support should he every have the need. On the other hand, they also posed little threat to him should one of them decide to hinder his business.

    As for the Vigos themselves, the hunter was left with the choice between a senile old man or a woman who was in desperate need of a litter box. How could any Ranger fall in line behind either of them. If ever one came to call on this assassin the price had better be right.

    As for the meeting itself, if the purpose resided solely in notifying him of his citizenship within the organization, the warrior would have recieved just as much pleasure from a "Welcome" card and a handful of candy.

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    Mr Wednesdaydale
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    Thes meetin' ain't ovah...despite whot mah fellow business associate moight say otherwoise.

    Gingerly, he removed her hands, mindful of her ever-spiteful claws.

    Yew've been suckin on the same ol' tit, an' Ah've not even had the time tew say my spiel, squiyahs. Despite our ahppearance es a noice big ol' happy famileh, we ain't soh frahcken' jolly et times.

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    BerithXho
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    Berith Xho ever the consummate professional never rose from his seat desiring to be last departure. He had been studying the other occupants of the room since he had arrived. Hoping to gleam any information and knowledge of each individual he was sharing space with. You may call it the criminal mind but it was natural instinct for a troghul. When the elder Vigo finally spoke, however jocular his words, underneath them lie gravity and seriousness. He had to admit that this foray had grown slightly amusing but was never a waste.

    Berith was eager to gather more insight on this rather conspicuous motley gathering... in no less the very heart of TSR. The troghul was impressed. Criminals operating from within a corrupt law enforcement agency. Who would have imagined. The cizerack and the old man were quite a piece of work as a pair. And Berith wanted a large slice of their operation. His lips peeled back in a sinister grin as he fully realized the gift landed on his lap.

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    Sanis Prent's Avatar
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    (I lit a stim, its acrid smoke wafting above as I watched the exchange between the two Vigos. Exhaling, I found my eyes drifting back to Saa. She was still reeling from a lot of things that had been put on her shoulders, none of which were fair. There was the guilt, as always, but more than that, an underlying obligation.)

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    Saarrreeaa Meorrrei
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    Saa noticed Sanis noticing her, and she looked away from him. It was difficult, but he'd told her from the beginning that there were no garantees. She hadn't realized at the time exactly what that meant.

    Wednesdaydale was taking the jam right out of Sasseeri's donut, with his little interruption. People who had begun moving settled back into their chairs, and Saa's ears perked up.

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    Sasseeri smiled at Wednesdaydale's comment, and removed her arms from his chair. "Thjis jis my assocjiate, Mrrr. Wednesdaydale. He wjill be jin the prrrjivate sessjions wjith me, when we evaluate wherrre to place you jin ourrrr orrrganjizatjion."

    She shot Shoestone an almost venemous glance, but he ignored her. As per usual. A lesser Vigo, he was not without influence. But Sasseeri dreamed of the day when she would find out how to get rid of him. "Wednesdaydale, djid you have anythjing else to add?"

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    Chesta
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    He hadn't moved when Sasseri had finished, and hadn't even blinked when Mr. Wensdaydale made his statement about "Not being so jolly all the time." He didn't except 'jolly' are good times, he had came to join the Rangers because he had heard it was good money for doing things he did for fun most of the time.

    He cleared his throat quietly, and shifted in his seat placing his hands on his lap, getting the feeling that this was gonna last longer than a few mintues.

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    Nemesis
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    The ominous black figure had halted his hasty exit from the room at the words of the elderly Vigo. He had no desire to make his way yet again to his open chair, instead Nemesis chose to stand right where he was, turning his head to acknowledget Mr. Wednesdaydale who now had the floor.

    The wide door the assassin had entered earlier that evening lay only a few steps away. He would have been a liar if he denied the urge to leave, but as before, business for a hired killer needed a shove in the right direction. That direction lead him to this place.

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    (My attention turned back to the old codger, and I arched an eyebrow. There was always a constant in the universe. As you get older, some things shrink, but your balls always seem to get bigger. It seemed appropriate, considering that there weren't many people in the universe who could tongue-lash Sasseeri like that, and I wasn't on that list. Therefore, seeing the spectacle both piqued my interest, and got me to notice where the emergency exits in the room were. Either Wednesdaydale had a good poker face, or he meant every ounce of what he said.

    He didn't seem like a bluffing man.)

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    Lann Kirauc
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    Lann sat, eyes hidden behind shades, listening to both vigos exchange verbal barbs. Rather aggitated and tempted to say something mordant, instead he chose to let out a sigh and loosened up sitting back in his chair. The rising tension forbid him to move much, well at least not abruptly. It felt like high noon and the room was stifling. Suffocating.

    He did not miss any of the silent exchanges between Sanis and the two cizaracks in the room. Sanis was a close associate of Sasseeri and her niece, Saarreeaa. He had a long history with both. But Lann perceived something amiss now, something hopefully propitious. The ex-soldier finally broke this imaginary restraint by reaching into his black overcoat's breast pocket and carefully drew out a cigarra. The table at which they sat was a beautiful rich mahogany with a sea of strikingly rare deep purple marble. Luxuriously expensive. He ignited a match off the table's edge and lit up. "Well...," he whispered low to himself with cigarra hanging precariously between lips.

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    Diego Van Derveld
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    Diego stepped into the room, immediately assailed by acrid cigar and stim smoke. Closing his eyes for a moment, he waved smoke from his sensitive nose with a pass of a hand. As he moved to a seat...he froze. Among the milling smells of smoke, and various aliens of differing amounts of cleanliness...he smelled something very bizarre. It was something he almost recognized as one of his own children...yet at the same time, different. Blue eyes came to rest on one...a female with blonde hair.

    Slowly, he took his seat, his attention completely diverted from the menial matters of the meeting.

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    Elena Van Derveld
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    She looked about, she listened, she got bored. The atmosphere in the room was incredibly dull, and though she imagined some found it absolutely thrilling to listen to an old man who they could barely understand and a feline, of all things, she didn't. All she was concerned with at this moment in time as a) getting paid and b) getting revenge. It was a simple enough concept, not need to litter it was trival matters such as--

    A man entered, and she looked up at him instantly, eyes narrowing. A flood of hatred smashed down upon her like a brick for the briefest of moments before she regained her composure, easing claws back into her fingertips.

    Noting that the look had been returned, Elena gave a thin smile and nod in greeting.

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    Mr Wednesdaydale
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    Ah've Ehmpohtant business weth mattahs regahdin' mah confectionary business.

    Though it sounded bizarre, Wednesdaydale was deadly serious.

    Et's a bit less enfluential than mah feline Luv's grab-awll conglomerate, but ah'm a man af pahticular principles, en Ah'm need'n good chums weth the same disposition on mortality.

    Yew moight even considah et a bittah ironeh, but when yew trade en death sticks...encidentally...people need tew turn up...expired, an such. Ah've developed a bittaf a penchant foh et, admittedly.

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    Sasseeri stood to the side of Shoestone, and watching the older man as he talked. People said that her accent was bad...it sounded like he was trying to talk around a mouthful of cotton wool or something.

    She cocked her head to one side, but allowed him his say.

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    Diego Van Derveld
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    "So, you need assassins."

    Diego looked at the man.

    "Or at least, moreso than smugglers or others?"

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    Lann Kirauc
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    His eyes remained locked on Mr. Wednesday listening intently to the Vigo's request. Measuring his words carefully. Appears Mr. Wednesdaydale was only seeking muscle and shooters. To utilize professional killers and stone cold heartbreakers to push and advance his deathsticks commerce. Then the punctual fellow spoke, asking Mr. Wednesdaydale the question the whole room wanted answered. The ex-soldier's eyes never left the Vigo. Assassins. Killing was well within Lann's repertoire. But Lann held his silence, slowly exhaling cigarrette smoke. Awaiting the response.

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    BerithXho
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    Greed and power. Were the single inseparable motivating factors in Berith Xho followed not far by bloodthirst. When Mr. Wednesdaydale spoke in his unique basic dialect, he had no difficulty comprehending. The Vigo made melodious music to the troghul's ears like the legendary sirens of unknown space. But was Mr. Wednesdaydale offering highstake mutual profits or was he asking us to sell our souls to his personal gain. The fingers on his right hand tapped steadily on the marble sea, black enamored talons clicking very quietly. Likewise his thoughts quietly but methodically worked out equations and deductions, seeking the sum.

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    Tirzak Kerr
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    He never moved after the female feline stopped talking. He turned and looked to the old man, as he wasn't that far away from. He was rather silent during everything, and stayed that way as he watched everyone.

    His eyes fell on the cizerack Vigo, of course she couldn't see through her vizor, so had no idea whatsoever. He had indulged of the pleasures of the flesh before, and wondered what it would be like with this one. His helmet shook lightly, but he brought himself to attention again.

    He watched as some of the people noticed his helmet shaking, and he shrugged it off. What was this other Vigo getting at? Did he need people to oversee an operation?

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    Makoto Neosis
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    Makoto sat rigid for the most part, then slowly slid back in the chair into a rather comfortable posistion. The human looking Vigo had a strange accent which was quite interesting to listen to.

    He seemed to be hinting at needing assassins or hitmans, something to that degree. Which just make Makoto quiet bored, even though he did not show it. Then a newcomer spoke with question.

    What would this Vigo respond with?

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    Nemesis
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    "Expired." the inky black assassin murmured; ensuring no other ears detected his outward thoughts.

    The term denoted a triviality for the lose of life, but one could not expect to find princes of virtue amongst the depraved monarchy within a syndicate. Yet, the elderly gentleman's words appealed to Nemesis. After all, his line of work dealt solely with enforced expiration.

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