Bloodfall: Wymarcie
If the town wasn't awake before, it sure as hell is now. The Thunderhead Asgard hauls immeasurable amounts of ass. Yes, it's impractical. Yes, it's gonna fuck me with the maintenance costs. Yes, I have a more economical bike. But this thing is badass. That's all that matters. I drove around town for a bit pissing off everyone with the loudest exhaust known to humankind before taking a break and parking just outside of Patton Arms.Need to see how Arnie's holding up, if the paranoia's subsided yet or what. The only reason he's not rotting away in Guantanamo right now or something is at the ruins of the Cathedral a piece of the Xenothium was recovered. He took credit for finding it, and his punishment was the government not including Patton Arms into any more projects. He still thinks men in black are gonna come along and cause an "accident" for him. I go into the building, tell the secretary I'm here to see him, and I go up to his office. First thing I notice is some remodelings been done. New desk, file cabinet moved, some weird lamp, and a couch. On that couch was a man reading a book. This guy seemed familiar, then I saw his right arm and noticed he lacked most of it. Then I remember those eyes. Those cold, cold eyes. Arnie was talking to this guy a while ago when that stolen helicopter was still a thing. Arnie gets out of his desk wearing his usual smile and pipes in.
"Ah, what a surprise! Mr. Kamiroff, this is Jerrick Davao, a good friend of mine. Mr Josef Kamiroff"
"Mr. Davao. Mr Patton has told me stories of you."
"Has he..."
"Yes. I can say it's a pleasure to meet you."
His voice matches his eyes. It's really fucked up because it doesn't sound like it would either, but...that doesn't stop a slight chill going down my back. And that shit doesn't happen to me. Ever. He gets up out of the couch, gives this equally cold smile, and extends his left had out to me. It's all he's got anyway. Well, don't wanna be rude, guess I should---
Don't do it.
...great, now he doesn't even have the balls to show himself. Wait, what the hell is that by the couch? Is that his...
"I, uh, fell in the gutter down there and my hands are kinda dirty. Sorry, but---"
"Understandable.I appreciate the consideration. Something I don't see much."
"Is that your sword?"
"Sword?"
"By the couch there?"
"I don't follow you, Mr. Davao. I haven't brought anything with me beyond the cloths on my back."
"Yeah, yeah, sorry. Must've hit the ground harder than I thought..."
Am I sweating?
"So J, what's up? Why you here?"
"Just stopped in to say Hi, wanted to tell you about my new car, and, uh..."
"New car? 'bout time you got rid of that old bike. What'cha get?"
"1970 Thunderhead Asgard. Restomodded. Had to import it from Europe, of all places."
"What makes importing this car from Europe so peculiar, Mr Davao? Might I ask where in Europe?"
"Well, a Thunderhead Asgard is an American Musclecar. Not the most popular kind of car in Europe. Especially in the U.K where I found it."
"Ah, the United Kingdom. Makes sense I suppose. There wouldn't be any American sportscars in Wymarcie."
"Where?"
"Republic of Wymarcie, Mr. Kamiroff's home. Mr Kamiroff is a high ranking member of the Wymarcie military and he's interesting in buying weapons, specifically one of our laser sharpeners."
"What do you need the guns for?"
"The current Cremia crisis is too close to home. I want my men armed in case that scum Putin decides he wants my land, too. I'm especially interested in the laser sharpener. According to Mr Patton, this sharpener can sharpen a blade to the width of a molecule. Is that true, Mr. Davao?"
"Yeah. I own a knife that got sharpened by that thing. Don't let the kids near 'em."
"Funny. My army is no place for children, though. You look like you'd fit perfectly, though, Mr. Davao. You've got the body of a great soldier. Do you have a military past?"
"Nope..."
Christ, why do I feel like I'm gonna shit myself?
"Hm. You'd make a great soldier from the things Mr Patton has told me. You're a career fighter who is currently undefeated? MMA, I believe it's called?"
"Yeah. Not a single loss in years."
"Very impressive. I can see why Mr. Patton would have someone like you test his best weapons."
"Yeah.....uh, you guys gotta excuse me, I'm kinda sick. Woke up feeling terrible and it hasn't gone down since. I'll let you guys keep talking business."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Davao. I wish you the best."
Something is very, very wrong about that guy...
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Thanks to Billy Riner for Editing work.
Bloodfall: Wymarcie
If the town wasn't awake before, it sure as hell is now. The Thunderhead Asgard hauls immeasurable amounts of ass. Yes, it's impractical. Yes, it's gonna fuck me with the maintenance costs. Yes, I have a more economical bike. But this thing is badass. That's all that matters. I drove around town for a bit pissing off everyone with the loudest exhaust known to humankind before taking a break and parking just outside of Patton Arms.Need to see how Arnie's holding up, if the paranoia's subsided yet or what. The only reason he's not rotting away in Guantanamo right now or something is at the ruins of the Cathedral a piece of the Xenothium was recovered. He took credit for finding it, and his punishment was the government not including Patton Arms into any more projects. He still thinks men in black are gonna come along and cause an "accident" for him. I go into the building, tell the secretary I'm here to see him, and I go up to his office. First thing I notice is some remodelings been done. New desk, file cabinet moved, some weird lamp, and a couch. On that couch was a man reading a book. This guy seemed familiar, then I saw his right arm and noticed he lacked most of it. Then I remember those eyes. Those cold, cold eyes. Arnie was talking to this guy a while ago when that stolen helicopter was still a thing. Arnie gets out of his desk wearing his usual smile and pipes in.
"Ah, what a surprise! Mr. Kamiroff, this is Jerrick Davao, a good friend of mine. Mr Josef Kamiroff"
"Mr. Davao. Mr Patton has told me stories of you."
"Has he..."
"Yes. I can say it's a pleasure to meet you."
His voice matches his eyes. It's really fucked up because it doesn't sound like it would either, but...that doesn't stop a slight chill going down my back. And that shit doesn't happen to me. Ever. He gets up out of the couch, gives this equally cold smile, and extends his left had out to me. It's all he's got anyway. Well, don't wanna be rude, guess I should---
Don't do it.
...great, now he doesn't even have the balls to show himself. Wait, what the hell is that by the couch? Is that his...
"I, uh, fell in the gutter down there and my hands are kinda dirty. Sorry, but---"
"Understandable.I appreciate the consideration. Something I don't see much."
"Is that your sword?"
"Sword?"
"By the couch there?"
"I don't follow you, Mr. Davao. I haven't brought anything with me beyond the cloths on my back."
"Yeah, yeah, sorry. Must've hit the ground harder than I thought..."
Am I sweating?
"So J, what's up? Why you here?"
"Just stopped in to say Hi, wanted to tell you about my new car, and, uh..."
"New car? 'bout time you got rid of that old bike. What'cha get?"
"1970 Thunderhead Asgard. Restomodded. Had to import it from Europe, of all places."
"What makes importing this car from Europe so peculiar, Mr Davao? Might I ask where in Europe?"
"Well, a Thunderhead Asgard is an American Musclecar. Not the most popular kind of car in Europe. Especially in the U.K where I found it."
"Ah, the United Kingdom. Makes sense I suppose. There wouldn't be any American sportscars in Wymarcie."
"Where?"
"Republic of Wymarcie, Mr. Kamiroff's home. Mr Kamiroff is a high ranking member of the Wymarcie military and he's interesting in buying weapons, specifically one of our laser sharpeners."
"What do you need the guns for?"
"The current Cremia crisis is too close to home. I want my men armed in case that scum Putin decides he wants my land, too. I'm especially interested in the laser sharpener. According to Mr Patton, this sharpener can sharpen a blade to the width of a molecule. Is that true, Mr. Davao?"
"Yeah. I own a knife that got sharpened by that thing. Don't let the kids near 'em."
"Funny. My army is no place for children, though. You look like you'd fit perfectly, though, Mr. Davao. You've got the body of a great soldier. Do you have a military past?"
"Nope..."
Christ, why do I feel like I'm gonna shit myself?
"Hm. You'd make a great soldier from the things Mr Patton has told me. You're a career fighter who is currently undefeated? MMA, I believe it's called?"
"Yeah. Not a single loss in years."
"Very impressive. I can see why Mr. Patton would have someone like you test his best weapons."
"Yeah.....uh, you guys gotta excuse me, I'm kinda sick. Woke up feeling terrible and it hasn't gone down since. I'll let you guys keep talking business."
"I'm sorry to hear that, Mr. Davao. I wish you the best."
Something is very, very wrong about that guy...
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Thanks to Billy Riner for Editing work.