NationStates Jolt Archive

OOC:This is closed for now. It is just a prelude to something I've been planning for three months.

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Ajer, Yafor 2
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He turned his head, staring back at the man who had just passed by. A flitter of recodnition passed over his face, a dark cloud that hung over his brow. He walked briskly over to the man, laying a hand upon his shoulder, in a light gesture of social recodnition. The man turned around, his eyes dark and furious, but they immediatly lightened at seeing the man who greeted him. "I have not seen you in many days, Marhoult!"

"Indeed. Come, friend, and sit down in my humble abode. There we may...well...you know what." The other man smiled, a rough sort of grin that seemed full of both civility and a strange challenge, as if he were daring all who saw him grin to face him, face to face.. "I have the papers here, Marhoult. They are but waiting for you."

Marhoult nodded, but his eyes were distant. He motioned to a building a few blocks down a side street. "My house. Let's go. Too many ears here. Don't want any of them to hear us." Both men's faces were grave as they exited down the side street upon which Marhoult had motioned. However, someone was following them. A short, squat, speedy man who just happened to be an SRACH agent.

This fairly innocous conversation would lead to a bitter conflict and mthe most bloodshed seen on the island for a thousand years.

(OOC: I know it says closed but I just need to say; steal my thread name will you?!)

OOC:Oddly enough, I didn't notice it until right after I posted this! I'll change the title if you like; as I said, I've been planning this for three months and the title doesn't matter to me.

(OOC: No, that's ok, I was just joking.)

OOC:Nah, I thought of a better name.

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Marhoult's Home, Ajer, Yafor 2
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The man stared across the table at Marhoult, his eyes narrowing rapidly. He was displeased about something, that any casual eye could glean out, but a well trained eye could figure out that Marhoult knew why. The slight dodging of Marhoutl's eyes every time the other man's pair came near, not willing to meet his gaze, as well as the slight figiting of Marhoult's fingers that lay sideways upon the table were indicators.

"He will not want to know what you are doing." the other man said, an air of command hanging onto his voice like a biting crab held onto a finger that the crab had already bitten. The man had caught Marhoult's eyes, after a minute or two of silence, and his commanding look held them. He was used to giving orders, it was obvious.

The SRACH agent had, by then, manager to hold himself at the window, while standing upon the raiing of the fire escape. After following them, he had managed to find the fire escape and, thus, the back way into this block of apartments. He had noticed that these apartments were, mainly, deserted, something rare in the huge metropolis of Ajer, where ever inch of building space was utilized. It had aroused his suspicions and, as a direct result, he was standing here, in extreme discompfort, trying to find out what he had missed of their conversation.

"I know, Master Almerin, but the dogs who call themselves the government ," here there was a very obvious note of scorn in Marhoult's voice, clear to all who heard, "have eyes and ears everywhere. We must be alert and ready, for their spy services are led by an old friend of yours. Remember 'The Bulldog'?" MArhoult was grinning now, like a small child who had figured out where the aldults had hidden the candy stash.

"Shut up, Marhoult. Let them know that we mean to restore the empire. Let them know that - " he stopped suddenly and turned, staring at the window. He had heard the SRACH agent's gasp at the words "restore the emperor" and he was not pleased at being overheard. "And the eye and ars of the government, " he said with amusement, "Are everywhere."

Marhoult was already outside, a pistol in his bare hand. He spotted the man and grinned in an expression of primative glee of a hunter having found his prey. Taking aim, his index finger of his right hand tightened on the trigger. A loud bang distorted the silence of an empty area. The agent was dead and their secret with him.

OOC:Still closed.