Tony Vasara
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Judgment from the Skies
Manche f?hren, manche folgen
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Post by Tony Vasara on Mar 17, 2008 10:49:32 GMT 1
"Kaleb's not coming. Never again." Vasara said and tried to get drunk.
---continued next morning at the caern---
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Post by Adam Fleischer on Sept 29, 2008 14:02:41 GMT 1
Pushing open the door to Ragnarok's main entrance, Adam makes his way to the bar and parking himself atop a stool.
Pulling out a small wad of Marks secured by a white gold clip and tossing them onto the bartop, the good doctor gives a nod towards the bartender.
"Scotch on the rocks," He says with a smile, "Chivas, if you have it."
Adam was no biker, that was certain. But hey, even suits needed time to unwind, from time to time, so hopefully he didn't look too out of place.
(((Activating Persuasion, 'cos I can.)))
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Post by Shehrazad on Sept 30, 2008 16:52:26 GMT 1
Adam manages to persuade the barman to pour him a glass of whiskey, on the rocks, although that is more likely due to the fact that it's his job than due to Adam's superior persuasive skills. As it is still quite early, the place isn't immensely packed. There are a few men at the bar, and a couple at the pool table.
"You're terribly overdressed for this place," said the barman. He was a large burly guy with a thick foreign accent. "What do you really want, Mr...."
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Post by Adam Fleischer on Oct 1, 2008 1:58:37 GMT 1
"Fleischer," Adam says, pulling a bill from his money clip and handing it to the barman, "Doctor Fleischer, actually."
He wasn't being rude, merely correcting the man, his smile hopefully dispelling any kind of hostility.
"Sorry," He says, "Just got back from a meeting. Didn't go too well."
Taking a sip of the scotch, he lets it settle before continuing.
"I am, in fact, here to discuss some family matters with your boss," He says, "Mr. Vasara around, or is he indisposed at the moment?"
He takes a chance, but hopefully the barman had interacted with other potential members of Vasara's 'cult', and knew what to do in this kind of situation.
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Post by Shehrazad on Oct 1, 2008 15:25:07 GMT 1
The large barman chuckled knowingly. "Not many men in suits come here," he said. "But when they do, they're always looking for Vasara. He's not here, but you can leave him a message. I will get it to him."
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Post by Adam Fleischer on Oct 1, 2008 15:51:36 GMT 1
After another sip of scotch, Adam absentmindedly swished the ice around the glass, looking back up at the barman before speaking again. "Shame," He says, reaching into his jacket, "But, if you'd like to pass this onto him, I'd much appreciate it."He slides a business card across the bar, collecting his money-clip as he does so. Before returning the cash to his jacket pocket, he snaps a couple of bills loose and slides them across the bar as well. "Thanks for the scotch," He says, giving a nod before polishing-off his drink, "And thank you for your time."With that, he retrieves his briefcase and makes his way back out to the parking lot. ---CONTINUED HERE---
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Tony Vasara
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Post by Tony Vasara on Jul 5, 2009 20:04:58 GMT 1
---------many nights later---------
Vasara stared at his beer, the stench of burning hair and dissolving flesh still haunting his nose even after he had washed himself clean and taking fresh clothes from the back room. Burying the dead and getting rid of the corpses was one thing he really hated to do. Watching the body to burn or dissolve in acid made him think about mortality in general and then the knowledge of his own mortality sometimes felt like tons of stones weighting his mind down.
"Oh shit... We need a plan..." he whispered to himself and took a long gulp from his beer. Maybe the whole Pack should move here he thought things are a bit too crowded inside the caern with all the new faces needing a place to crash.
Vasara looked after the barmaid. Pretty little thing. She had nice round ass Vasara noticed himself staring from time to time. He forced his eye to look higher. "Hey Marlene! Bring me another one and fill me in. How's the place doing?" Vasara watched her turn. Pretty young thing.
Too bad Vasara didn't have time right now for some serious breeding. And, anyways, he didn't want his most efficient worker to get pregnant and leave him in trouble with the bar. Vasara scratched his head. Damn wound was itchy again.
Another fight broke out again. Vasara looked the participants with the most evil of his stares, and then watched Dieter, the bouncer, hurl the brawlers out. He gave him approving nod and sunk back into his thoughts. Maybe he SHOULD move the Pack here, after all. Here everyone would get some legitimate cash and routines of normal life instead of running around as Gaia's chosen warriors in shining armours all days and nights and maybe growing too proud to see the things happening on street level.
Vasara stared at his beer as Marlene explained him how the bar was doing financially. Vasara was too tired to actually listen. Pretty young thing, she was. Smart too. Vasara took another mouthfull of beer and swallowed it. He was getting so tired of this war.
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Post by Karin on Jul 5, 2009 20:11:59 GMT 1
The wonderful stench of men and alcohol greeted Karin as she walked into the bar. She got some looks, if only because she was wearing a labcoat and sunglasses in a biker bar. She was trying to be inconspicuous.
She scanned the joint, noting all the exits, and headed for the bar. It was never good to be a rat trapped in a place with lots of people. She sat down at the bar next to Vasara. "What's up, Grumpy?" she asked.
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Tony Vasara
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Post by Tony Vasara on Jul 5, 2009 20:29:02 GMT 1
Vasara looked at Karin as she entered and came next to him and rushed Marlene back to her work. "You really need new clothes if you want to blend in. I think only way you could draw more attention than that would be running around naked." he growled at Karin, with a hint of smile on his lips.
"I was hoping to drink few beers and find some bitch to spend a night with, but looks like I'm stuck with you. Sometimes life just sucks." Vasara said, sounding very annoyed. He really should have killed this rat long time ago... "What do you want from me?"
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Post by Karin on Jul 5, 2009 20:54:23 GMT 1
"Yeah life's a bitch, what are you gonna do," Karin said. "Can't a girl have a drink with her favourite Westie without hidden motives being called into question?"
She looked at her labcoat, which had once been white, and at the clothes that other people in the bar were wearing. She needed to get herself one of those big cow-jacket things.
"So I heard your lot got into a scrape with some Easties a couple of days ago," she said. "Heard you let one of them off the hook. You must be getting soft in your old age."
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Post by Saxon on Jul 5, 2009 21:01:49 GMT 1
"Pint of British Bitter would be nice instead of all this Lager shite." Saxon commented as catching the last of the Vasara's comment he took the seat on the other side of Vasara.
He glanced at the Rat sat to Vasara as she spoke and snorted at the thought of Vasara getting soft. Then continued, "The gang will be rolling in here shortly, time we got their asses into gear before they get too lazy sprawling around the homestead." He glanced again at the barmaid, interesting and then as if noticing the Rat for the first time.
"Want me to get another table?"
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Tony Vasara
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Judgment from the Skies
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Post by Tony Vasara on Jul 5, 2009 21:06:39 GMT 1
"When that girl is you, it is very wise to start searching for motives if one wants to keep his skin intact." Vasara said with a hint of grin as he measured Karins frame to get a good look on her size. "Wait here for a moment and don't blow anything up so I don't need to flood the sewers with gasoline."
Vasara got up, stretching his back, and walked to the backroom. There was lot's of clothes hanging around there, for both men and women. Every fight the Pack ran into ended up with torn rags, so he had prepared to have some clothes ready just in case. He returned in just a minute or two, with a bit too large jeans for Karin with leatherbelt and a black sleeveless vest that was a bit too tight for Karin. In his other hand was military boots, few sizes too large for Karin. "Take these, you can put them on in the bathroom." Vasara pointed at the door "You'll blend in after that and then we can talk."
"...and besides, the surviving Eastie ran when my pack came. Smart move from him. We took care of our own, we will hunt that Eastie down when the time for it comes."
Vasara greeted Saxon and showed him a place to sit on his table. "Good, I think there will be some changes for our Pack. Have you ever worked in bar?" Vasara said to Saxon as he ordered three more beer in the table.
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Post by Saxon on Jul 5, 2009 21:18:09 GMT 1
"Bar work, nope, they only pay minimum wage in the UK and driving earns far more. Although I have been offered jobs as a bounced before now." Saxon smiled, "Although I have always refused, prefer my fighting to mean something rather than throwing out those too pissed to be sensible. Why?"
Saxon looked to where Karin had gone and then back to Vasara, "What is she after?"
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Nadezhda
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Post by Nadezhda on Jul 5, 2009 21:23:49 GMT 1
Nadya doesn't appear too out of place in the bar, sticking to jeans, boots and a denim jacket as she tends to. She might be too pretty for the average clientele, but she isn't some over-made-up teenager who's walked into the wrong place either. It helps that she doesn't show the slightest doubt about whether she should be there or not, but then Nadya wouldn't show much doubt if she was in the middle of a pit with little more than a broken pencil. With tastebads abused by years of careless cooking, she doesn't hesitate to drink whatever they serve up as beer. "Hey, sow!" She greets Karin, cheerfully.
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Post by Karin on Jul 5, 2009 21:30:59 GMT 1
Karin looked through the clothes, suspicious at the free gifts. Satisfied that nothing was wrong with them, she gathered them up and momentarily forgot to be offensive at the sight of all these shiny things. There were important matters to discuss, but then they didn't seem to be going anywhere. And besides, it wasn't her kid that was in trouble. She took the clothes and headed to the bathroom to change.
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