|
Post by The Kaiser on Feb 22, 2014 12:37:39 GMT
Zatus had never properly seen streets like this through his own eyes. Yes, the lives of those who inhabited levels such as these had been part of his work ever since he began, but the images brought to his mind of the places which they inhabited had never been much correct. This was proven by where he was right now, dashing through said streets with a hood swung over his head, thinking someone, anyone, could charge into him right now and take him in for questioning. This was a bad idea, a very bad idea. He did not belong here, and more importantly did not like it here, it was disgusting.
Or is that not the reason I am here in the first place? I live in relative comfort further up, ignorant of those down here...
Before beginning his journey to this meeting with that "Stubbs" fellow, Zatus had made sure to cover up his Curator garments as to hopefully avoid suspicion from any who might see him, save the hood of course. To be honest, he wasn't sure what to expect in terms of actual people down here, and at the current time he hoped he wouldn't have to find out. It was lucky for him then, that he had arrived. It wasn't his eyes that alerted him to that, but the excessive noise coming from what appeared to be a cellar down to his right. As he slowly walked down the stairs and came to the door, the shouting appeared to quiet down, and he waited for a little, questioning himself once again to whether this was the right decision to make, before knocking. Whatever the logicality of this appearance of his was, it was slightly overshadowed by the fact that he was late, evidently.
|
|
|
Post by Darko on Feb 22, 2014 12:43:10 GMT
Stubbs nodded. "That could work. As I said earlier, according to my intel it's the armoured van and one escort car." "How do you know that the intel is good?" Peter asked. "It's good," Stubbs reassured him.
Then there was a knock at the door. With his laspistol in hand, he moved to the door. After looking through the view slit once again, he unbolted the locks and let a sheepish-looking hooded man in. The adept. "I was beginning to think no one else would turn up," Stubbs remarked. Zatus tentatively approached the group as Stubbs locked the door back up and returned to standing inbetween Peter and Karus to continue planning.
|
|
|
Post by The Kaiser on Feb 22, 2014 12:54:09 GMT
There was a quiet sigh of relief as the door opened for Zatus and he walked in to... damn, he did not fit in here. Looking around, almost everyone was some form of hardened fighter or warrior, at least in his eyes. And then Zatus saw the big guy, the sort of guy you wouldn't want to meet on a dark night in an alleyway. He turned away to make sure he didn't collapse on the spot, taking a large breath of air, and looked back at the guy who he presumed was Stubbs.
"Just... a little word of advice," he spoke out a little, before putting on a more confident voice. "Uh, I don't know what kind of argument you were having before, but you might want to be a little more quiet in the future. I could hear you from the street..."
The Curator looked down at his feet for a moment, finally coming to terms with what he was doing. The treason, that he was committing...
"Would anyone care to fill me in on what has been said thus far?" he asked around the group, making sure not to look at... that guy again.
|
|
|
Post by The Glass Ninja on Feb 22, 2014 20:01:11 GMT
"More?" Peter asked softly, looking up as Stubbs opened the door. The man who came through immediately set off alarm bells. From the way he acted -jittery- he was obviously not a very combative man...or a resident of the lower levels of the hive. He smelled a little cleaner than the rest too, similar to the devout young man who stood over the planning table. Synth-soap.
"Who's this?" He asked, stepping away from the table and towards the door. His hand was still close to the pistol on the desk, but his face showed only curiosity, rather than suspicion. It still paid to be ready though, especially when part of an endeavor such as this.
|
|
|
Post by The Kaiser on Feb 22, 2014 22:43:36 GMT
"Me?" Zatus asked sheepishly, as if he was being accused. "Well, I am a Curator... of the Administratum. 987th in my family line."
Zatus then cooled when he observed the man's face who had asked him, this man wasn't accusing him of anything, thankfully, he was simply interested. When he had a good sense to, Zatus could tell these things about people by observing the features. Whether the others hiding in the dark room shared the same feelings though? That was a mystery, and one which he tried not to think about. He was still relatively uneasy about this, but was much more open and understanding of what was happening.
"You can trust me," he made a point of saying honestly. "I wish for change as much as any of you... I think."
|
|
|
Post by The Glass Ninja on Feb 22, 2014 23:48:01 GMT
"Thought you were something a little more than an underhiver. What's your job with us? Ever fought someone before?" The Violet eyed warrior let his questions ream out at the scrive. He wanted to know his skills, his abilities. Whatever use he could be.
He had always been a statistician at heart. Wanting to know all the variables to a plan so he could work out an even better solution. Everyone else in the room was a useful combat asset, but he wanted to know how it was that this Curator would be useful. A spy? A meat shield? He didn't know yet, but soon enough he'd figure it out.
|
|
|
Post by The Kaiser on Feb 23, 2014 0:00:31 GMT
This was when, covered by the hood, Zatus' face just turned bright red in embarrassment. Everyone else around the table had probably killed a living being before, and then there was him, the odd one out.
"I haven't actually had any combat experience... as such..." he admitted slowly.
The Curator thought he heard a few sighs from around the table, which just gave him such the boost he needed, like heck.
"However, I am not useless," he made a point of saying, with as much vigour as he could. "As a member of the administratum, especially a Curator at that, I can provide valuable information. Tell you what's going on where and when you need to know. I could be an... informant of sorts."
|
|
coolyo294
Iconic
Slayer of Demons
Posts: 1,169
|
Post by coolyo294 on Feb 23, 2014 0:04:50 GMT
Elina noticed the man's embarassment.
"If it makes you feel any better, I'm the same way. Never fired a shot in anger my entire life." she said
|
|
|
Post by The Glass Ninja on Feb 23, 2014 0:13:00 GMT
Well. That was...informative. Useful, this one would not be. They already had an informant - probably several. He might just weigh them down if something wasn't done. Fool probably wasn't even armed...Peter turned back to the table and picked up his auto-pistol, turning to look at the Curato once more.
"Peter Bress, at your service" He offered the man his weapon, butt first, making sure the safety was on. "With what we're doing, you're certainly going to need this"
|
|
|
Post by The Kaiser on Feb 23, 2014 1:17:52 GMT
"Well, it does make me feel slightly better," Zatus nodded at the woman gratefully, before turning to Peter who was holding... well, that was a gun. In any other situation he would have refused immediately but there didn't seem to be any justification for that right now. This could very well be the difference between life and death. Well actually, there wasn't much difference anyway, he wouldn't know how to use the damn thing... he seemed to remember hearing that pulling the trigger helped a little.
Reaching his hand out slowly, he took a hold of the butt carefully, and returned it to his side with the care you would give to a ticking bomb that might explode any second.
"My name is Zatus Labo, you have my thanks."
|
|