Post by rarves on Oct 19, 2012 21:26:25 GMT -5
The air smelled of musk. Burning promethium and dung were heavy in the air, but to the two hive boys this thickness of the air was alien. Regardless of what they thought of the air they were here for a purpose, to get paid and to get on the good side of their new employer. As they stepped down from the back of the shuttle the pilot wasted no time in raising the ramp and prepping the engines for launch. Getting his message, time set parked is time wasted, the duo quickly opened the blast doors entered the facility beyond.
Calling this place a port authority office would be a great disrespect to port authority offices across the Imperium. One PDF trooper napped on a bench while the only other tried his best to make one of the female window clerks, meant to answer any questions travelers might have, laugh. He was not successful. As they walked towards the double doors leading into the street Mercutio flashed his most roguish grin at the girl, receiving a smile in return. The trooper talker to her gave him only a glare.
“Knock it off Plex, the last thing we need is attention.” Malaclypse half whispered, half growled, at his companion.
“Just having a little fun before work, milord seriousness of grump.” Mercutio responded. Malaclypse did not bother with a response, though he was fairly certain that having a little fun was what had caused Mercutio Plex to be in an Arbites Precinct House in the Nelle Underhive before he was pressed into the service of his Emperor. This was why he preferred to work alone.
Through the wooden doors the men caught their first real sight of Devil’s Tail. As one of the largest cities on Dusk they had been expecting something similar to the hives where they had spent their entire lives. Instead Mercutio Plex and Malaclypse Grimm were treated to a wide street with brick buildings on either side and oil lamps lighting the people going on about their business. Occasionally a land car rolled by, but the vast majority of street traffic were carriages and carts pulled by horses. As the name stated, Dusk was a world cast into perpetual dusk by its unique position between a gas giant and the system’s sun. No matter the time of day it was always almost dark, leading the companions to both silently wonder what time it was locally.
“I say we go make ourselves patrons of one of the fine local establishments across the way there.” Mercutio pointed at the saloons and brothels that surrounded the starport.
“No.” Grim replied, looking for a way to flag down a carriage, and praying one of the few prays in his life that this backwater swamp pit was advanced enough to accept thrones as currency.
“Come on! Why not?” Mercutio pleaded, initially trying to look hurt to try and guilt Malaclypse into going, but realizing the chances of that working were not even worth effort.
“Because we have work to do. And you have somewhere in the range of twelve thrones, and the company you could afford with that would not be pleasant.” The other man responded plainly, already walking towards a line of carriages beside the sidewalk. Mercutio opened his mouth to say something, but decided that whatever he had to say also would not be worth the effort. As much as he wanted to just leave Grimm to continue on their job, and himself go trick some thrones out of these local rubes, he was somewhat scared to be on his own in such a foreign place, and did not want his new master coming to retrieve the nice gifts he had given them.
“Where to sir?” An overly enthusiastic carriage driver asked as Grimm approached.
“That tower.” Grimm pointed towards the imposing Inquisitorial Tower rising up through the mist and half-light across the city.
“You wouldn’t be friends of some fella named Lys would you?” The question made Grimm immediately nervous, he did not think anyone would be throwing around the name of an Imperial Inquisitor so lightly.
“We are. Has he made prior arrangements with you?” Malaclypse was hoping that maybe their new Inquisitor had made arrangements for them and they could still do their job on time anyhow. And the sooner they could get to Onis, the sooner Grimm could see one of the only things he called a friend in this world.
“Nope.” The driver tipped his hat towards another carriage waiting down the line, “But my friend down there was waiting for a couple of friends of Lys.” Grimm thanked him, handed him a couple of thrones, and started towards the indicated carriage. One his way he grabbed Mercutio, who had already began less than civil conversation with two ladies of the evening nearby, and reached the indicated carriage. In his head he was thankful that the man had accepted his tip of Imperial thrones, maybe there was a little bit of civilization here after all.
The driver, whose wooden carriage was all black and made deep green curtains in the windows, was reading a book when the two men approached. Not until Grimm tapped a nearby street lamp did the driver look up.
“Sorry sirs, but this coach has been rented out for the even-“ The driver stopped as he noticed the attire of the men standing before him. The deep robe of Grimm and the garish colors and flamboyantly brimmed hat of Plex stood out from the drab suits and long dresses popular amongst the natives.
“We’re here from Lys.” Grimm simply stated, staring at the man. Mercutio gave a tremendous bow.
“Been expecting you for a while, glad to see you’re here safely. I pray the trip through the void was pleasant.” The driver said, though he was already climbing done to open the doors and did not really seem to actually care how their trip had been. After opening the side doors for them he went to the back of the carriage, but seeing that they had no luggage he returned to the doors and waited.
“Thank you kindly my good man.” Mercutio said with a smile. “We were told there would be refreshments?” He said this too with a smile, though it was completely fabricated.
“I’m terribly sorry sirs, I did not realize that was part of the request. Please do not bother with the tipping me, for I have already performed a unsatisfactory duty.” The man did look genuinely sorry, and confused. He closed the doors after Grimm seated himself and climbed back onto his seat and started the horses clip-clopping done the cobblestone road.
Calling this place a port authority office would be a great disrespect to port authority offices across the Imperium. One PDF trooper napped on a bench while the only other tried his best to make one of the female window clerks, meant to answer any questions travelers might have, laugh. He was not successful. As they walked towards the double doors leading into the street Mercutio flashed his most roguish grin at the girl, receiving a smile in return. The trooper talker to her gave him only a glare.
“Knock it off Plex, the last thing we need is attention.” Malaclypse half whispered, half growled, at his companion.
“Just having a little fun before work, milord seriousness of grump.” Mercutio responded. Malaclypse did not bother with a response, though he was fairly certain that having a little fun was what had caused Mercutio Plex to be in an Arbites Precinct House in the Nelle Underhive before he was pressed into the service of his Emperor. This was why he preferred to work alone.
Through the wooden doors the men caught their first real sight of Devil’s Tail. As one of the largest cities on Dusk they had been expecting something similar to the hives where they had spent their entire lives. Instead Mercutio Plex and Malaclypse Grimm were treated to a wide street with brick buildings on either side and oil lamps lighting the people going on about their business. Occasionally a land car rolled by, but the vast majority of street traffic were carriages and carts pulled by horses. As the name stated, Dusk was a world cast into perpetual dusk by its unique position between a gas giant and the system’s sun. No matter the time of day it was always almost dark, leading the companions to both silently wonder what time it was locally.
“I say we go make ourselves patrons of one of the fine local establishments across the way there.” Mercutio pointed at the saloons and brothels that surrounded the starport.
“No.” Grim replied, looking for a way to flag down a carriage, and praying one of the few prays in his life that this backwater swamp pit was advanced enough to accept thrones as currency.
“Come on! Why not?” Mercutio pleaded, initially trying to look hurt to try and guilt Malaclypse into going, but realizing the chances of that working were not even worth effort.
“Because we have work to do. And you have somewhere in the range of twelve thrones, and the company you could afford with that would not be pleasant.” The other man responded plainly, already walking towards a line of carriages beside the sidewalk. Mercutio opened his mouth to say something, but decided that whatever he had to say also would not be worth the effort. As much as he wanted to just leave Grimm to continue on their job, and himself go trick some thrones out of these local rubes, he was somewhat scared to be on his own in such a foreign place, and did not want his new master coming to retrieve the nice gifts he had given them.
“Where to sir?” An overly enthusiastic carriage driver asked as Grimm approached.
“That tower.” Grimm pointed towards the imposing Inquisitorial Tower rising up through the mist and half-light across the city.
“You wouldn’t be friends of some fella named Lys would you?” The question made Grimm immediately nervous, he did not think anyone would be throwing around the name of an Imperial Inquisitor so lightly.
“We are. Has he made prior arrangements with you?” Malaclypse was hoping that maybe their new Inquisitor had made arrangements for them and they could still do their job on time anyhow. And the sooner they could get to Onis, the sooner Grimm could see one of the only things he called a friend in this world.
“Nope.” The driver tipped his hat towards another carriage waiting down the line, “But my friend down there was waiting for a couple of friends of Lys.” Grimm thanked him, handed him a couple of thrones, and started towards the indicated carriage. One his way he grabbed Mercutio, who had already began less than civil conversation with two ladies of the evening nearby, and reached the indicated carriage. In his head he was thankful that the man had accepted his tip of Imperial thrones, maybe there was a little bit of civilization here after all.
The driver, whose wooden carriage was all black and made deep green curtains in the windows, was reading a book when the two men approached. Not until Grimm tapped a nearby street lamp did the driver look up.
“Sorry sirs, but this coach has been rented out for the even-“ The driver stopped as he noticed the attire of the men standing before him. The deep robe of Grimm and the garish colors and flamboyantly brimmed hat of Plex stood out from the drab suits and long dresses popular amongst the natives.
“We’re here from Lys.” Grimm simply stated, staring at the man. Mercutio gave a tremendous bow.
“Been expecting you for a while, glad to see you’re here safely. I pray the trip through the void was pleasant.” The driver said, though he was already climbing done to open the doors and did not really seem to actually care how their trip had been. After opening the side doors for them he went to the back of the carriage, but seeing that they had no luggage he returned to the doors and waited.
“Thank you kindly my good man.” Mercutio said with a smile. “We were told there would be refreshments?” He said this too with a smile, though it was completely fabricated.
“I’m terribly sorry sirs, I did not realize that was part of the request. Please do not bother with the tipping me, for I have already performed a unsatisfactory duty.” The man did look genuinely sorry, and confused. He closed the doors after Grimm seated himself and climbed back onto his seat and started the horses clip-clopping done the cobblestone road.