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Unleashed; Rowan helps Ira out of that collar
Topic Started: Feb 22 2014, 09:33 PM (148 Views)
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Ira: *she's been watching him for quite some time today, always a few steps behind him. The way he moved...the way he walked with a slight air of superiority... all of that combined with the data she had on him suggested that she had found exactly who she wanted to find, and as she knocked on his door, she readied the flashcards she'd worked on and put a smile on*

Rowan: [/He had the suspicion he was being watched, but he couldn't quite confirm it] [/Perhaps he was just as paranoid as SB...] [/He door was knocked on as he was on his bed, flipping through a book he found laying around... maybe a SIN student left it? Their loss...] My shift is over, I don't have time for you Sweet.

Ira: *slid one of the notecards under the door without saying a word* "I know who you are, Rowan Quickbane. I can't speak for fear of the Wisemen hearing me, but I am rather interested in making a deal with you"

Rowan: [/He sits up, hearing the paper slide over the carpet] ....what are you... [/A note card?] [/He gets up and takes it into his good hand and reads it] [/He feels something in his chest drop down to the floor- someone found him? He should of listened to his instincts. Who was it? What will happen when he opens the door?] ..... [/He takes a breath and tries to calm down] [/In fear of the Wise Men] [/In fear] [/This was possibly an ally... a risk. But he had no choice but to take it] [/Hesitantly, he opens the door]

Ira: *smiling, she immediately hands him another notecard* "I have a few of these already prepared, but my simple request is that you remove the collar from my neck, and I will help you fake your death" *removes her scarf and gestures to the device*

Rowan: ... [/A bomb] [/He could recognize the design from here] [/It was a newer model... rarely, rarely used, asides from some the darker side of the black market dealings when a the older models would slip into the wrong hands] [/He holds up his hand for her to wait, and gestures her in so he can close the door] [/He moves to the table and takes a pen and writes something on the back of the note card for her and hands it to her]

"You're asking me to defuse a bomb. Which Wiseman sent you?"

Ira: *hands him another card* "I'm here using information Sigma gave me, but you're only one of many files I was given to hunt down"

Rowan: [/Sigma] [/A smug expression comes across him and he writes something elses on a note card]

"If I do this, I need two things. Tools. And for you to give him hell."

Ira: *grins, and gestures for him to hand her the pen*

Rowan: *Gives it to her*

Ira: *writes in her perfect, loopy handwriting on the back of a different card* "You're welcome to help if you'd like. I even have a plan that I know will hurt him."

Rowan: [/This satisfies him and he plucks the pen back from her and writes a list of items on the back of same card]

"We can't do this here"

[/He gestures for her to follow him as he heads for the door]

Ira: *she follows him, keeping an eye to make sure that he's not about to make a break for it*

Rowan: [/He slips to the stairwell, seeming to make a good pace- but not so fast as it seemed he wanted to lose her]

Ira: *follows, watching every movement, just as she had all day, though up close it was much more interesting. She even sped his blood up a bit gradually to see if he'd get excited*

Rowan: [/He doesn't move any quicker it seems, but his smirk does get a bit bigger] [/They reach the bottom of the stairs and evidence of the blood rushing through him shows as he impatiently rattles the knob to open the aged heavy door] [/He's doing his best to not speak after all, given the mic on the collar] [/In the room were boxes and boxes of stock for the gambling rooms and repair tools for the slot machines- just what he needed]

Ira: *looks at the tools with a grin before taking out the pen and a notecard and scribbling for a moment* "Would it help if I slowed you down to reduce trembling?
"
Rowan: [/He gives a quick nod, flicking on the lamp] [/He points at the stool for her to sit and grabs the tool box] [/He isn't even entirely sure what she even meant by that, or even what her power is] [/Too excited at the moment for common sense]

Ira: *scribbles a small note as she sits down* "I'm going to lower the speed of your blood flow. If you feel light headed, stop and tap my shoulder" *begins to slow him down*

Rowan: [/He pauses, after reading that and sets the tools back down] [/More relaxed now he feels more capable of studying his situation more] [/Certainly a unique power] [/He nods and taps her shoulder] [/He returns his attention to the tools, taking out small, and seemingly delicate looking instruments] [/He turns to her again, and pushes on her back a little, to urge her to lean down]

Ira: *as he taps her shoulder she lets off a little bit to allow him to better focus. She sits absolutely still, only moving at his direction as if getting a haircut*

Rowan: [/He positions the light over her neck, and turns the collar slightly so he can first deactivate the sensory mode- the bit that means to self destruct when it senses something messing with the inner components] [/After that, the mic itself is snipped] [/On the table lays bits of wire and tiny screws and silver plating] [/A black felt bud is dropped on the table] He can't hear us now. It'd still take some time however. [/He lets go of her and starts shaking his hands- his right one cramping something terrible] [/He needed to let it rest, just for a minute for two...]

Ira: *smiles* Well silence didn't seem to suit either of us anyway, did it?

Rowan: Suited me just fine, but it was certainly inefficient. I'm helping you because from what I understand, Svarc has you under his thumb. May I be so bold to ask why?

Ira: *she sighs a bit, but smiles wider* A person he cared about wronged me, and I hurt that person. My skill set was too valuable to just throw away, so he didn't kill me.

Rowan: It's obviously far more complicated than just 'hurting' someone. You manipulate blood, thats obviously a formidable power you have. [/Smiles softly] I'm not here to judge of course. I only have a request in payment. Svarc has plenty of people wanting to kill him, myself included.

Ira: Svarc's life isn't realistic at the moment, or I'd have ended him. *smiles* However, that same person who wronged me before is still alive, and Svarc already proved how much he cared about him.

Rowan: To teach him a lesson of course. What's the name, just to be sure it's not anyone I'd miss.

Ira: His name is Vance Walker. He most likely still has some minor scars on his back and possibly on his face, so he shouldn't he difficult to identify.

Rowan: I don't think I've heard the name before... [/Sven knew him, but he didn't know that. That and given how Sven never really used real names...] Just be sure to not touch the MC, or two other Users by the names of Kurai or Kivela. You don't want to, as the saying goes, shoot yourself in the foot. They're useful to the cause at hand. [/Not directly, and there's certainly personal bias there... but she didn't need to know that]

Ira: *she would have nodded, but given the circumstances she decided against it* Alright, I'll stick to some more interesting targets

Rowan: Why don't you stay in contact, after you have your fun? Given you're careful enough to clean up your tracks properly. [/His hand feels like it recovered enough] [/He massaged it a little more just before taking the tool back in his hand] We all want the same thing in the end. His head on a silver platter... just who the hell does he think he is? [/The bitterness is practically dripping from his tone]

Ira: *grins even wider* Whoever slides a blade across his throat will be the best friend I've ever made.

Rowan: [/He smiles but doesn't respond] Be sure not to speak... I'm going to defuse the bomb completely now, it will take time, and your utter cooperation.

Ira: Alright, am I doing something to help, or am I sitting absolutely still?

Rowan: Absolutely still, leaning forward. Brace your head on the table if you need to. [/He takes a bottle of cleaner off the table and pours some in the cap before dipping the blades of the clippers in it]

Ira: *does exactly as described, smiling all the while* Alright, is that better?

Rowan: Much. Quiet now- when you speak, the collar moves and we can't have that. [/He moves her hair out of the way and goes back to work] [/He's painstakingly scraping away some of the lining of the chips to disrupt the data flow. It wasn't like the old days where all you had to do was clip the blue wire]

Ira: *slows down her own blood some, to keep herself calm. She stares straight ahead, saying absolutely nothing in order to remain still*

Rowan: [/It takes a full hour of clipping and chipping, and pausing to relieve his ever cramping hand] [/He'll have to force himself to make his left his dominant hand at this rate...] [/Finally, the latch snaps open, unlocking it from her neck] [/He sighs in relief and takes it into his hand] It's done. You're a lucky woman.

Ira: *runs her hand along the now naked portion of her neck and grins* Thank you, I've been waiting for that for too long.

Rowan: I'm sure you have. [/He makes note of the scar across her neck but makes no comment on it] [/He sets the collar gingerly on the table] I'll be keeping this, if you don't mind. I might have a use for it in the future.

Ira: *watches where his eyes went and nodded, grinning* Interested in the scar?

Rowan: I didn't mean to be rude... but I do get curious.

Ira: *leans forward toward him, resting her head in her hands as she looks at him* I was testing the limits of my ability to heal myself one day.

Rowan: Seeing as you're still alive, you didn't push them too far. But I'll take a guess that you had a very close call?

Ira: *shrugs a tiny bit* I cut the artery, but by slowing down the blood
flow to almost a stop and pushing the clotting agents to the cut, it was healed within ten minutes.

Rowan: I wonder how you do that... the way your power functions I mean. [/There's a slight hint of yearning in his voice for his real home, his lab, where things always made sense] Perhaps one day I can ask you for a blood sample.

Ira: *giggles* I don't know the specifics, of course.... But to me, it's like blinking. If I leave it alone, my body does things normally with no prompting, but if I tell my blood to go somewhere or do something, it does just that.

Rowan: Are there any drawbacks? Does this power exhaust you in any way?

Ira: *thinks about it for a moment* No, not at all. *smiles and lightly pulls him toward her using only her power over blood. It's not a violent or strong pull, but enough to move a person who isn't resisting*

Rowan: [/He's pulled forward, but he isn't sure if that was her or just him] [/Never the less the steps forward of his own will rather than resisting and places a hand on her shoulder] Be sure to return here. I feel as if this partnership could be more effective against Svarc than the entire Messiah Complex combined.

Ira: *grins, placing a hand on his* Alright cutey, where do we start?
Rowan: Get your revenge out of your system. And you said you had access to files before- see if you can bring much of that with you as you can, I'd
used flash drive if I were you. Hardcopies are difficult to smuggle. I'll consult with my father so we can have a more concrete plan for the future. [/He pauses and removes his hand] And... I don't want to mislead you. My intentions are solely focused on destroying Svarc.

Ira: *giggles* Oh don't worry hun, I know what your intentions are. *stands up slowly, stretching* Well first, how would you like to watch someone Svarc cares about suffer?

Rowan: ...I would like that very much. But with me accompanying you, I'd likely be a liability. It's best you do your task alone, and I'll hear the details later.

Ira: *grins widely* Understood. I'll take care of it. *patting his shoulder as she starts to walk out* Check the news in the morning
"You think You're frightening me with Your hell, don't You? You think Your hell is worse than mine."
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