11-20-2011, 05:55 PM
OOC: As good a place as any to test Emma
IC:
Emma was not pleased. Her merchandise had not just been damaged, but destroyed. Instead of a healthy stock of slaves, she'd received a letter telling her that a russian pack had stepped in and destroyed the train in pursuit of some wolves. Her first reaction had been to shoot the messenger. Of course, with him lying dead, she had no choice but to find someone to replace him, making her mood worse. Only blood would satisfy this anger, and she knew exactly where to take it. Intel had told her that the pack had moved to Berlin, tracking the wolf they wanted to kill. It would be just perfect for her to take their prey away, and even better to listen as the underlings begged for their lives.
She found herself wandering through Berlin, her staff having equipped her with the wiretaps she needed to track the whereabouts of the canines in the city. It hadn't done her much good, the images grainy and unrevealing of the ones she wanted to find. Good luck had blessed her this night though as a suspicious group of canines had shown up near the train station. Gun in hand and knives on her hips Emma stormed through the night, licking her lips. She'd be able to finally enjoy herself. Even if they weren't the ones she was looking for they were still trash, and she'd be doing the world a favor clearing them away.
Stopping at the edge she calmly aimed her gun. There was another wolf there, young, but not part of the group. This meant that she'd have to be careful. The young wolf could be useful, holding information on the members she was about to kill, or at the least making a good slave. She still needed to fill that order. Without hesitation Emma put a bullet through each of the thugs' heads. Clean up done. Emma walked down to the edge of the platform, and looked over the wolf. You better come out of there now.
IC:
Emma was not pleased. Her merchandise had not just been damaged, but destroyed. Instead of a healthy stock of slaves, she'd received a letter telling her that a russian pack had stepped in and destroyed the train in pursuit of some wolves. Her first reaction had been to shoot the messenger. Of course, with him lying dead, she had no choice but to find someone to replace him, making her mood worse. Only blood would satisfy this anger, and she knew exactly where to take it. Intel had told her that the pack had moved to Berlin, tracking the wolf they wanted to kill. It would be just perfect for her to take their prey away, and even better to listen as the underlings begged for their lives.
She found herself wandering through Berlin, her staff having equipped her with the wiretaps she needed to track the whereabouts of the canines in the city. It hadn't done her much good, the images grainy and unrevealing of the ones she wanted to find. Good luck had blessed her this night though as a suspicious group of canines had shown up near the train station. Gun in hand and knives on her hips Emma stormed through the night, licking her lips. She'd be able to finally enjoy herself. Even if they weren't the ones she was looking for they were still trash, and she'd be doing the world a favor clearing them away.
Stopping at the edge she calmly aimed her gun. There was another wolf there, young, but not part of the group. This meant that she'd have to be careful. The young wolf could be useful, holding information on the members she was about to kill, or at the least making a good slave. She still needed to fill that order. Without hesitation Emma put a bullet through each of the thugs' heads. Clean up done. Emma walked down to the edge of the platform, and looked over the wolf. You better come out of there now.