|
Work
Jul 19, 2008 1:53:54 GMT -5
Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 19, 2008 1:53:54 GMT -5
It was crowded. Everywhere in India always seemed really crowded which meant the bodyguard detail was going to be a nightmare. Dieter had worked with crowded on several occasions and he had figured out the best way to ensure diplomats' safety. Usually the job entailed ensuring a perimeter to a secure vehicle, take said vehicle to next secure point, and then they repeat step ones and two or go home. This wasn't always the best plan when your streets had a million pedestrians, the smoke kept all of the windows obscured but not invisible, RPG's could easily bought from smugglers and arms dealers, and most importantly....the people who wanted this diplomat dead were organized, thorough, and methodological.
Fortunately the real work didn't have to be done till three days from now. Dieter had a great last minute plan using chess pieces not brought to the table. He traveled somewhat incognito and was enjoying the crowded streets. For business they were a hindrance, but for pleasure Dieter all but worshiped crowded cities. They were perfect in many regards for vampires. Large food supply, sample size, likelihood of being noticed, and it was somewhat easy to move around. Except for being the only white guy on the block Dieter didn't stand out. Well maybe that made him stand out but he didn't feel as weird as people only gave passing glances at best.
|
|
|
Work
Jul 20, 2008 23:17:45 GMT -5
Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 20, 2008 23:17:45 GMT -5
Dieter froze. He knew that voice, and he knew the blind a**hole as soon as he heard him. Morin himself wasn't so bad. Talented peer yes but Dieter could take him in a fight. Whether or not he brought Valencia along was another thing. The fact that this could be business, pleasure, or coincidence did not make Dieter any more comfortable. "Still dono is it. I guess we did spend a long time screwing over that Daimyo didn't we? I guess it does grow on you. How's it going Morin? I assume this is pleasure and not business?" Dieter kept poise and a forcefield ready. He wasn't going to let all these Indians die on one of Morin's whims.
|
|
|
Work
Jul 21, 2008 22:49:41 GMT -5
Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 21, 2008 22:49:41 GMT -5
"I wonder if me incessantly talking about vibrant colors still bothers you? I take great pride in my work. Anyway, since I'm all wrapped up here why don't we get some lunch." Dieter knew Morin was ethically challenged and if pointed on the correct path that would amuse him most might be the way to get him out of the AIC. "You know, this job ain't half bad. There's always plenty of work and fighting." Dieter walked up beside Morin. He kept himself at the ready for an attack just in case. Well more readied than he usually was anyway.
|
|
|
Work
Jul 23, 2008 0:58:39 GMT -5
Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 23, 2008 0:58:39 GMT -5
"Who says my line of work gets to be happy. Honestly I've never found a job where there's more torture, fighting, and unexpected flavors that turn up. You get a kick out of your thing and I'll get a kick out of mine. You and I both know we don't eat sh*t and we don't let anyone tell us it's candy." Dieter always ended up having the debates with Morin. Dieter still wished that he'd come up with a snappier comeback to Morin's jab. Now two days from now he'll be going back to his futon laying down and the sudden epiphany would strike Dieter. He would find the ultimate of comebacks and then just like that he'll realize the moment passed and there was no use for it. So he'll send it back to the comeback factory to be butchered and ground into new more flavorful comebacks.
Dieter then chuckled, "It's been a few years since we did lunch Morin so I guess it's time we got ourselves a treat. Don't you think."
|
|
|
Work
Jul 27, 2008 13:43:01 GMT -5
Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 27, 2008 13:43:01 GMT -5
"Well there was a six headed demon I found earlier that lived in the sewer. He probably has some fight in him and would contain a lot of the juice. What say you to that Morin?"
Dieter felt a little uncomfortable with Morin. As psychotic as he was though Dieter felt a kinship toward him. He and Dieter were approximately the same age and they had done a lot of work with each other. Mostly Dieter didn't want Morin to think that there was something worth staying in town for. If he found out about the job then that could blow everything. It needed to go down but Dieter didn't want Morin interrupting. Dieter kept the thoughts veiled so as to not have Morin get wise. Dieter thought of a good antic he'd been 'doing' for the duration and how he looked forward to going home. These were the thoughts that Dieter kept running through his head.
|
|
|
Work
Jul 27, 2008 21:55:16 GMT -5
Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 27, 2008 21:55:16 GMT -5
The key in dealing with Morin was to keep him entertained. While he wasn't quite distractable with parlor tricks, if you find something to engage him with he'd do that. Morin enjoyed killing. He didn't give too many thoughts as to how or when. He just enjoyed killing. That and ice cream. However since the later wasn't readily available an interesting kill would suffice.
Dieter lead Morin to a manhole and offered for Morin to go first.
|
|
|
Work
Jul 27, 2008 23:17:13 GMT -5
Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 27, 2008 23:17:13 GMT -5
Dieter was feeling a bit peckish and wanted some good action anyway. Although the demon wasn't particularly hostile or damaging he did cheat on some of the forms he was supposed to fill out. TI didn't really take tax evasion that seriously but it did give Dieter the excuse to rough him up. The fact that the monster had said some particularly unfriendly words to Dieter, had eaten a friend of his in the past, tore apart his home, and soiled on the grave of one of Dieter's wards did not earn any brownie points. Now that he had an excuse, a peron to take the fall, and of course the fact that the monster had an egg set for him to re-emerge from when he was slain helped assuage his feelings of guilt. That and the fact that this must've been the fifth time Dieter trounced him.
Dieter came down the tunnel and kept pace with Morin keeping him in front. Dieter didn't want to expose his back to him.
|
|
|
Work
Jul 28, 2008 0:35:39 GMT -5
Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Jul 28, 2008 0:35:39 GMT -5
Dieter liked the amount of fight this guy put up. Four of the heads could cast magic. One focussed on attacks, another on Curses, another on charms, and another on defense. The thing didn't like to overplay its skill. The guy lived on human flesh and stayed in the sewers to get some limbs and dead bodies every once in a while. His body was bipedal and the heads all had a sort of snakelike necks. They writhed and looked all directions purveying to make sure there were no more visitors. Dieter could smell and hear the vitals from the guy. He figured Morin actually had a better sense of that than Dieter. The demon also had six arms and stood at about 8 feet tall not including the length of the necks. He had a wide frame that would easily withstand blows and two of his hands held scimitars.
"Dieter! Why do you come here and do this." One of the heads hissed.
"Cause I really don't like your taste and I hold grudges." Dieter retorted. The last time they had met Dieter kept killing him in succession after he would regenerate himself. Both the demon and Dieter knew that Dieter had the means and opportunity to kill him. He just didn't in order to humiliate and have something to pummel when he wasn't feeling too good.
|
|
|
Work
Aug 1, 2008 23:37:09 GMT -5
Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Aug 1, 2008 23:37:09 GMT -5
Dieter flicked out his rope dart rather quickly. It hit one of the heads squarely in the head collapsing the skull into a new kind of Mush. The defensive head howled a Cure, healing the damage on one of the arms and stopping the progression. One of the other heads spat a sunlance from his mouth directed at Dieter.
Usually he never made it to the sunlance. The guy must be getting smarter. To no avail, Dieter used a reflect and directed the spells back at one of the heads. Although the demon had no light sensitivity. A sunbeam reflected directly into their eyes would definitely be somewhat painful. One of the Demon's heads weren't regenerating and bled profusely.
Dieter playfully whipped back his rope dart back into a defensive maneuver with which he could wrap around his leg and allow it to strike from a new angle at the demon or Morin at any moment.
|
|
|
Work
Aug 3, 2008 20:27:54 GMT -5
Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Aug 3, 2008 20:27:54 GMT -5
As Dieter was twirling his rope dart he threw several separate shurikens. Each one went directly into an eye as the rope dart planted itself firmly into the skull of one of the normal heads. Each Shuriken was poisoned. Dieter liked his curse poison for when he intended to keep his opponent alive. This was akin to mowing the lawn by killing the incarnation. If the guy got too big he'd be a hassel to take down but Dieter had his number. The rope dart was more so a distraction so he could loose the poisoned shurikens. The creature would be dead and re-emerge from a stowed away egg. If it was actually a priority TI could easily find and destroy him. However at the moment killing him was easier.
"Sometimes Morin, less is more." Dieter whipped his rope dart back and wrapped against his waste line again. Dieter stopped and waited for the poison to do its work.
|
|
|
Work
Aug 3, 2008 23:59:03 GMT -5
Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Aug 3, 2008 23:59:03 GMT -5
"You could start with his legs. That's still what he goes for first isn't it slime. You eat their legs first." The poor creature was starting to lose his balance. His grip loosened on the weapons he was carrying and fell over. The poison was in his bloodstream and now taking it's neurological effects. If an antidote wasn't administered soon he'd start having muscle spasms.
"Oh when he starts having muscle spasms I'd advise not standing behind him Morin. He tends to lose control of his bowels when the poison's doing its work."
|
|
|
Work
Aug 4, 2008 22:57:34 GMT -5
Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Aug 4, 2008 22:57:34 GMT -5
"Nah I have work to do on Sri Lanka. I'll see you later Morin." Dieter exsanguinated one of the heads to punctuate his sentence. There was no work in Sri Lanka. However if Morin thought the work here was done that was better. Dieter didn't want him showing up tomorrow. Dieter didn't want to fight Morin either. He was a talented fighter and although Dieter and Morin were equal in terms of power, Dieter had all of eternity to lose and preferred to go on the sure thing. No hostilities would be brought up unless Morin struck first. Dieter would be ready for that contingency. Dieter had already planned several escape routes.
Dieter and Morin definitely knew how to keep themselves alive.
|
|
|
Work
Aug 5, 2008 23:59:18 GMT -5
Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Aug 5, 2008 23:59:18 GMT -5
Dieter realized that he'd let on too much. Morin would probably follow him as far as he could. Since tear gas and other methods of blinding and excruciating pain didn't work, Dieter would have to indulge Morin until he got bored. A footprint in the right place would cue people to go one without him and covertly. He might have to spend two days playing around with Morin. Dieter might even have to lead Morin to Sri Lanka. If Morin tried to attack him Dieter had plenty methods of escape.
Dieter gnawed on the arm he was feeding off of. Thank god the poison didn't affect vampires. Dieter kept feasting on the blood, "well I was bored anyway and it's my weekend off that I get once every blue moon. I guess I could indulge you to some ice cream before I head out to Sri Lanka."
|
|
|
Work
Aug 11, 2008 22:27:07 GMT -5
Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Aug 11, 2008 22:27:07 GMT -5
Dieter found the job of protection much more fulfilling then his previous works. It's a work of art to kill someone, but it takes much more talent to keep people alive when someone's working that art. In a way protection and assassinations were just two roles in a dance with the hapless individual stuck in the middle. Whoever the better dancer won the prize in the middle. Dieter was obviously a good dancer or he wouldn't have been around this long.
Dieter then said, "yeah I don't know where the good ice cream is. You know, food allergy."
|
|
|
Work
Aug 15, 2008 20:31:00 GMT -5
Post by Dieter Helyanwe on Aug 15, 2008 20:31:00 GMT -5
Dieter couldn't find a strawberry flavor. He did find a curry flavored ice cream. Who in their right mind thought it was a good idea to make curry flavored ice cream should and probably would soon be sacked. Too bad that Morin would smell the ice cream before he ate it. Would've made a good joke. "No Strawberry here mate, might want to try the other store."
|
|