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Postby Drocol Ritter von Krieg » Thu Aug 24, 2017 6:41 pm

Surprisingly, he takes the book. Looks at the first page then flips to the next with an incredible pace. Not stopping until he reaches the last page.



He then closes the book and hands it back to her in a nonchalant manner.

"Not my sort of thing."

He says, with what seems to be a grin on his face.




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Postby Commissar Cat » Thu Aug 24, 2017 7:28 pm

Without looking up from Tick's shopping list, Ollie blocked the book's return with a mechadendrite, "Your bio-signs all say otherwise, friend." there was no coldness in his voice, only fact, "I can expand, loudly, on how your body's chemistry reacted if you wish. Especially for Miss Tracy. If you 'don't like' the stories inside it, I'm sure you'll find someone who will."
The tech priest somehow achieved air-quotes with one hand and a mechadendrite, the other hand now idly stopping Tracy from interfering with his robe pockets. It wasn't clear if things were being taken, or if she was just seeing if she could get away with fiddling around without him noticing.

((I read your post like you were reading the badly bound Love Letter and returning it, because I couldn't work out from "book" which it was in your post))

"Sir, I believe I can substitute most of the items on your list, and achieve the same results." Ollie gestured for Tick to come forward, having lost interest in the discussion again. He tapped the paper where he had made corrections, "You don't need such expensive items as your common components. A lot of these objects contain the same metals."
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Postby CyGamer » Thu Aug 24, 2017 10:05 pm

"Tried those...not right, the metals have to be right or..." with exaggerated hand jesters, Tick turned to face Ollie and looked over the revised list. He admitted he hadn't tried some of these, but many he had and failed. Metallurgy was a tricky business on its own, but throw in some violent compounds and it became deadly quick. If the portions weren't right, you either got a dud or a piece of shrapnel next to your heart.

"But if you think it could work....you think I could make a melts charge with this stuff?" He asked.

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Postby SilverRuby » Sun Aug 27, 2017 8:21 pm

Tracy pouted a bit as Ollie prevented her from taking the book back, then blocked her attempts to mess with him and grope around in his pockets for any particular goodies he could be squirreling away. She sighed loudly enough for him to hear, before rolling her eyes and shifting to hop off the crate.

For what it was worth, her own personal needs hadn't been met here, and Ollie was being a spoil-sport in her teasing of The Handsome One.

"I 'spose I'll just mosey back to the Motor Pool then... Seeya, Coggy, Sammy," Waltz grinned at the other woman at the trading post. She lofted her hand in a goodbye "spin" at all the others present, bobbing a little while making a zipping gesture over her mouth (She never saw any of you here...). As she came back around to face Ollie, the hand gesture turned playfully rude as she sauntered past him. Not without shouldering the enginseer first to jostle him, of course. Book-block her, would you.

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Postby Drocol Ritter von Krieg » Wed Aug 30, 2017 7:27 am

The man frowns... Then places a concerned expression on his face, then changes to a joyful expression.
He pulls out a lighter, lights a flame and places it in the corner of the Porno mag. He grins mischievously while he performs this deed. He looks at the Admech impassively, then drops it at the Ad-mechs Robes.

He scoops up the book and tucks it under his arm. While the Admech tends to the fire to make sure the flame doesn't catch, he prepares to bolt before he reaches into his jacket and tosses a cigar at Hawke.

"Keep the 'change'."

He winks coyly at her, then runs off, turns a corner and dissappears.

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Postby Guardsman Samantha Hawke » Wed Aug 30, 2017 10:03 pm

Sam watched the penal legionnaire depart with a little sadness. For one, because she hated when people left without making a trade, but also because the wildly-coiffed girl seemed like a hell of a lot of fun. She hoped they'd run into each other again at some point.

As hungover and sluggish as she was, and since her hands were full of expensive booze, Sam made no attempt to catch the cigar that was lobbed at her. It bounced lightly off her chest and went tumbling into the grass.

Well, as long as they were throwing things. . .

"Hey, wait! You forgot this!" She called after the not-Krieger, and she hucked a small, flat, square, foil-and-plastic container housing a latex ring after him. "One free with every transaction! You might need it in case any more ex-cons come calling, lady-killer!" Sam laughed at the scene as the strange man with the childish habits went scampering off until she noticed Ollie stamping at the smoldering mag that was threatening to catch onto the hem of his robes.

"OH SHIT!" She exclaimed and rushed to move the explosives and strong alcohol away from the incipient flames.
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Postby Commissar Cat » Fri Sep 29, 2017 5:41 pm

Ollie considered Tick silently for a moment, then tapped his fingertips together in thought, "Perhaps it would make sense for you to visit the workshop and trial some materials, I'm not certain what you have already eliminated as options. There's time and space there to experiment." he mentally added, and fire extinguishers.

The techpriest checked the time on his internal chrono, and made a signal to both Tick and Hawke that it was almost time for a routine roaming inspection, and to close up shop post-haste.
Stuffing various items back into the crates and covering them with tarp, Ollie also stowed the trading binder back into Hawke's kit bag, before passing it over to her.

A few moments later, the rather long shadow of a rather tall commissar fell across the crates, and Commissar Yorke, for once, absent of his signature burning lho stick, stuck his head around the corner and regarded the pair.
"Ollie, I expected a better attempt to hide such things. Really now." the commissar pinched the bridge of his nose, "I saw the smoke rising from across the courtyard." he pointed at the ashes by the tech priest's feet.
"And leading this young trooper astray!" Cat gestured at Hawke, "For shame!" the gesturing hand appeared to be holding a small glass bottle of amber liquid, which was accepted by a mechadendrite, and tucked away into a crate without comment.

"We still haven't had any luck with flags." Ollie shook his head, and replied quietly.
"I have no idea what you're talking about, Oliver." the commissar wagged a finger, "Tidy this up, and report to my office at your next convenience."
Turning on his heel, he padded silently away.
"I expect it shall never be convenient." Ollie deadpanned quietly.
Yorke raised a hand above his head without turning, in a gesture showing the tech priest that the commissar could count to one.

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Postby CyGamer » Thu Oct 05, 2017 4:48 pm

Tick slunk back behind Cat, muttering about how he was going to crack open the bombs. As he left he tossed a bit of scavenged part to Ollie and nodded.

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Thu Oct 05, 2017 4:57 pm

A few seconds after the madman's departure the same Bush he so thoroughly inspected began rustling and quickly moved straight at Hawke.

To add to Hawke's surprise, a small slit opened in the bush to the darkness inside it, completly hollow if not for the reflected light from 2 lenses with the right angle.

"Thought the Cadian will never leave. What is the price for the Data Slates?"

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Postby Guardsman Samantha Hawke » Fri Oct 06, 2017 3:12 pm

Sam regarded the bush with alarm, making a mental note to always trust the twitchy Kasrkin’s instincts in the future.

“I don't know what you mean. I'm just here to sweep up a bit.” She denied cooly, making a show of swishing her broom around even as her eyes glared into the slit of the newcomer’s disguise. “And I don't associate with shrubbery. If you have something to talk about, you'll have to show your face. How do I know you're not an officer trying break up our ‘sweeping’ gig?”
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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Fri Oct 06, 2017 4:20 pm

The only answer the shruberry gave was slipping a sealed envelope held by a gloved hand just barely peeping out of the branches.
"This is the Payment. My Identity cannot be compromised" it said with the muffled voice.


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Postby Guardsman Samantha Hawke » Sun Oct 08, 2017 9:57 am

Hawke delicately took the envelope protruding from from the mobile hedge bunker, and opened it slowly as if it might bite her. A quick peek inside was all she needed to identify the contents, and she noisily sucked in a deep whistling breath through clenched teeth. The pink Creed-print pajama pants! Adorable!

“Where did you get this!” She hissed at the shrub. “Is it stolen? These were supposed to be locked up tight at the munitorum depot.”
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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Sun Oct 08, 2017 1:35 pm

"This information is classified unfortunatly. Payment Matches the accepted currency. Data Slates Please"
The hand extended further from the shrubbery, clutching a small bag which opened to Hawke.
Now that it was more revealed, the glove was not only leather but reinforced with metal plates over the fingers, knuckles and back of the hand.

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Postby Guardsman Samantha Hawke » Sun Oct 08, 2017 3:30 pm

A buyer who insisted on anonymity offering goods that were almost certainly misappropriated? Sam knew a sting when she saw one. She felt a little slighted, actually, at the transparency of the attempt, and sighed with regret. As much as she wanted the pajama’s, as cute as they were, she knew she would never be able to keep them now. An item that unique could only cause trouble when the rightful owner realized it was missing. She chewed lightly on her lower lip, her face twisted with the pain of giving up something truly valued. But in the end, caution won out; she had to trust her gut.

“Payment? Currency? I don’t know what you’re talking about, shrub.” She replied flatly as she crouched down to hastily stuff the last few items into her pack. “And I don’t have any data slates. We’re just here to maintain the grounds.” Retaking her feet, she shouldered her pack, bouncing it slightly to get the strap to settle more comfortably, then untied the blue bandana at her wrist and stuffed it into her pocket.

“And look at that! I think we’re done, aren’t we Oll’?” She asked her co-conspirator, as she lightly tossed the envelope to the ground in front of the talking vegetation before turning to leave. “Enjoy the sunshine, bush” she called back over her shoulder with a wave as she vanished around the corner.

[[Hawke is leaving for the day. She will return tomorrow with new stock!]]
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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Sun Oct 08, 2017 4:48 pm

The Transaction was not carried out. The mission was a failure.
failed to execute the action for which it was allowed to exist, to live and in the first place. It will undoubtly try again at a later date, until the acceptable results will be reached, but even if it will be flawless: the failure to make it the first time will presist.

The bush moved over the envelope which disappeared and retreated back to the place from which it came. A few rustles and it stopped moving completly.

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Postby Commissar Cat » Fri Oct 20, 2017 12:16 am

[[Next morning]]

"Pick your feet up when you step..." the slightly exasperated voice of an older man cut across the chill morning, as did the heavy footsteps of two figures approaching the unofficial trading post.
The taller of the pair was a very tall, slightly dog earred man, with a certain poise that marked him as one who regularly dealt with high society and socialites. Unlike his associate, who was quite clearly resenting the early morning.

The older man's complexion marked him out as a foreigner to Valmaria, one who worked outdoors for a living at that. Gold earrings and bands in his ponytail also marked him out as a privateer, though it was more obvious from his clothing.
The man was wearing a long winter coat in less than subtle Rogue Trader house colours of royal blue and gold trim. Like Raymond, it may have seen slightly better days, but it did its job and kept the cold out magnificently.

He was also, for some reason tramping along in a pair of Cadian boots, and wearing both immaculate eyeliner and gloves. Tutting at his companion's posture once more, Raymond offered an arm for her to lean on as she walked with him to the crates.

(Trading will resume once both runners have posted. Thanks for your patience)

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Postby Commissar Cat » Sun Oct 22, 2017 4:55 pm

"Darling. With my back?" Raymond's mouth formed a grimace, quickly melting to a sly grin, "Though I suppose I can't really make that claim..." he rubbed his chin with two gloved fingers as he thought.
"Can't exactly claim age before beauty, either..." sticking the tip of his tongue out between his teeth​, and gestured to his own flawless eyeliner, with a wink.

Watching Hawke collapse on the crate, he grinned, "You know I pull my weight where it counts..." without elaborating, he perched lightly beside her, and nudged softly with an elbow.

Upon seeing the inventory for the day, the older man's face gave a small but unreadable expression at the servo skull. He remained silent, considering it for some long seconds.

From his pockets he contributed a few small bags of dark powders and dried fauna, along with a larger, unlabelled bottle of bright white discs.
He rolled his neck, "Free samples. None of these will turn up on screening tests. And most of them won't kill."
He unscrewed the bottle and shook an unmeasured amount into his hand, before tossing it back. He caught another delicately between two fingers and raised it to Sam's mouth in a display of deferential hospitality.
"...And these are mints."

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- Clean writing paper, and high quality stationary
- Soft fabric (by the yard)
- Consumable contraband
- Cat toys

Raymond's haves:
- High end booze
- Book: Anatomical Study of the Eldar (both genders)
- Slightly damp camera

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Postby Johannes Wyss von Krieg » Sun Oct 22, 2017 5:29 pm

[[Placeholder for a comment. I am too tired to write now so I'll fill it in tomorrow. Just that so I won't forget]]

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Postby CyGamer » Sun Oct 22, 2017 6:04 pm

Krast checked over his shoulder as he left a courtyard. He’d managed to slip out of marching formation-something he was getting fairly good at- and was making sure some bright eyed white shield wasn’t following him to try and give him a talk. Rounding a corner he spotted the spot, and pulled out a small bundle from under his armor. Hawke was on so there should be something good.

But as he got closer he saw someone unfamiliar. Tall and rather well dressed for the front, Krag thought came to one conclusion-CO. Stopping to observe, he hoped this wasn’t some raid.

“Just great...right as I come.” He muttered and looked around. He decided to take a chance and slowly started again. As he approached he saw a woman, equally good looking, sitting on the boxes. Was she his assistant?

“Eh...um, so lovely weather today...” he coughed as he got close.

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