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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 20, 2008 21:31:43 GMT -5
Dieter walked into TI for another day at work. Tonight he figured he'd amuse himself by dressing in the 'modern' style that was at least twenty years old. Dieter had gelled back his hair, was wearing a black leather jacket with a white but trashy T-shirt underneath, and was wearing jeans. To top it all off he was wearing sunglasses at night. Dieter felt like it was a time to remember the 80's and he had spent the morning tuning into 80's beat. Well at least the time it took him to break th I-pod. He still didn't understand why it shouldn't be able to swim with him if he has a charm to dry off his clothes.
Either way, Dieter walked into the Lobby wearing 80's attire, then he saw Kris. Ashen had thought of a new employee. It was brief but Dieter still found the need to mess with her. He walked up to her and then asked, "is it true that Elvis is walking around here somewhere?"
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Post by kris on Jul 24, 2008 17:34:49 GMT -5
The elf flinched in surprise, flustered that someone was talking to her. Panic! It took her a few seconds to calm herself down and actually think about what the newcomer had just said to her, during which time she stared stupidly at the... spectacle in front of her. When she thought about it, that was really the only word for it. What was with that hair? It looked like she could hit it with a hammer and it wouldn't make a dent. And he looked like he hadn't taken a bath for weeks. "I don't know what you're playing at," she snapped, not happy that he had caused her to get so flustered, "but this is a legitimate business and you can't just walk in here looking like that. Do you have any real business here?" Perhaps she was being a bit harsh, but the elf hated it when people wasted her time, especially ones looking as ridiculous as the man in front of her right now. Just where had he gotten those sunglasses? Didn't he know it was almost midnight?
Obviously, she had no idea who he was. If she knew, she probably would have died of shame on the spot.
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Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 24, 2008 22:55:01 GMT -5
Dieter actually had business. A couple of his seraphs were protecting an informant from some fire elementals he managed to piss off. It turns out he had angered some summoner with a bit of power, but some of his associates were still howling for blood. He didn't expect any of the aprentices to come after the informant and he was compromised. Well the plan was to relocate him to Brazil. He'd fall under the radar there and the particular summoner's elementals didn't quite react to Brazil that well. They were much more so desert folks. Thus spying on him once he was there wouldn't work. However Dieter had to take him through a discrete trip because there had been information leaked. Once at the teleportation grid the plan was to take one of several discrete routes to the small villiage in Brazil. The only thing Dieter could remember at the moment was that the guy was from a royal Sultan's family, and he was Sumarian.
"I'm looking for the King." Dieter stated in a mistranslation of the word which didn't stop there, "Or is he the Prince?" Dieter stroked his chin as he pondered. He fiddled with one hand in his pocket looking for the card with the actual name written on it.
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