Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 11, 2013 15:05:01 GMT -5
Adam's smile widens as he pushes himself off of the gas pump he was leaning against. "You'd be surprised on what I've found in my travels.... and about the food... I have cards for that." He seems to tilt his head from side to side. The cracking of joints has become a ritual for him after some close calls. Some sound worse than others as he stretches his arms above his head. "I worked the exterior and interior but nothing with the frame or engine or..." he waves at the wheels. "I could share what I did with the..." he has by now turned toward his truck and knocked on the metal, it sounds off. It sounds thicker than it should, dense even. If she has seen an alchemist's work before she might be able to put the two together.
"How about we start with a drink..." he turns back to look at her. "We can see where that leads us." his wicked grin has returned as he proceeds to lean against his truck. "I'm hoping you'll consider working on this thing... even if you don't... I'd love to buy a lovely bu-... Woman like yourself... some drinks." he slightly bows ever so slightly with his right hand extended and the left over his chest. His eyes glance up with a different tone, one of determination. To what... only he knows the true answer.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 11, 2013 15:20:56 GMT -5
"Mmm... Somehow I doubt there's many things lying about in the world that would surprise me these days. When not working on vehicles I have a lot of time to read about things. Like how Russians leave shells with nerve toxins in sheds secured by a simple padlock. Because that's ever deterred the determined soul..." She waves a dismissive hand to the thought.
"And credit debt isn't good for you, though that's hardly what I meant." Of course she didn't elaborate on what it was she did mean, but simply left the man to guess at to what it was. "So body and interior work. Not bad. I imagine the sound system amongst other things. It's usually the first thing upgraded on the inside... though not always." When the man knocked on the side of the cabin she tilted her head. Her first thought definitely wasn't alchemy. To her it struck as him merely having reinforced the body of the vehicle with heavier steel. "You get shot at a lot to need that?" A smirk pulled at her lips again. "Perhaps by women?"
As he inquired to drinks she chuckled yet again and raised the bottle of water he had offered. "You've already gotten me one. I think it'll do me for a while." The Daemoenss gave a teasing grin beneath that hood of hers as she gazed at Adam with amusement. "If you've got the money, I suppose I can accommodate. Though it would put you out of a vehicle for a while. Replacing engines and trannies generally takes awhile. Got to partially disassemble the old parts to get them off then remove em. Then you got to get the new engine set up to be dropped in. Then drop it in, attach all the new parts you want on it, then connect the old parts to make it work. Not to mention I'm probably going to have to have someone make a custom chip for your computer. Otherwise you're looking at some rather horrendous gas mileage and loud knocking."
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 11, 2013 15:53:43 GMT -5
Adam smiles brightly. "Well that gives us plenty of time to get to know each other!" he seems to be relaxed as he pulls the chain on his wallet, the bright silver is well crafted in an intricate chain, He proceeds to pull out a few credit cards that have marks on them, tossing them in the garbage next to him.
One falls to the ground and if she looked at it she would see the name Desmond Foldsmith. He seems to not care as he pulls out one that's not marked as he smiles at her. "How much you need?" it has become a practice of his to collect and use the credit and resources of his prey and victims. He uses the cards quickly only taking what he has budgeted himself for supplies and repairs.
This truck needs to be able to withstand and out run police intervention as well as supernatural whims. He also does this because the banks have too much. In this manner, he believes that he is bringing balance to his mission. Someone gets paid for their work, the dead suffer no repercussion, and the credit card companies lose what they extort and steal from others. He never does this when innocent people will suffer.
Adam smiles as he looks at the ATM, twirling the card in his fingers.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 11, 2013 16:15:41 GMT -5
The woman's face takes on a skeptical impression. "Somehow I doubt you'd want to sit in a cramped garage while I tear apart your vehicle. I don't usually talk much when I'm not preoccupied, let alone assembling a system of locomotion from the ground up. You're looking at extensive shifts between my other duties... I am employed believe it or not. Though that won't set the time back too greatly. It just means I'd have to be working over time on it."
The woman paused as he asked the question and began pulling out quite the number of credit cards. She watched him go through them, and let her eyes follow the one that fell to the ground. However, despite what she saw, she didn't question it, or at least vocally so. If she did question it, it was entirely internal. Finally she spoke up to answer the question he had posed to her. "How much I need is the wrong way to look at it. How much are you willing to invest is a better question. Performance parts aren't cheap. I could work with as little as four or five thousand dollars, though you wouldn't see much of an improvement at that level. If you want something nice... well.. Performance engines tend to hang around twenty grand or more. Making one from scratch would save you some money on parts, but would take more time and I don't work for free. Over all you'd be looking at less cost but not by an incredible amount. Then there's time frame. If you want it done immediately, that will cost more. The advantage being that... if done entirely from scratch... You'd be looking at maybe two weeks tops... but a lot of hours put into it."
"Top of the line system... Would probably require some body work, that'd take a bit of time. Better intakes, redo the radiators, get rid of excess clutter that you don't need. Seventy thousand and you could probably push this thing up to One-sixty.. One seventy. Not as fast as my car, but it's bigger, heavier... and still needs to leave room for pulling capacity... Unless you're not interested in that... But in that case I'd suggest getting a car. That cost does include other parts like four large disk brakes for stopping... You'll need them."
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 11, 2013 16:46:22 GMT -5
His smile grows nods as he picks out what he understands. He slowly and carefully pulls up his hood as he walks over to the ATM at the station. He seems to fetch out a small ledger that he flips to the back, he then proceeds to enter the pin and tries to withdraw some cash. After a few attempts the machine starts to Spewing twenties that he proceeds to stuff into his jacket's pocket. Seems he has a debit card that a poor sap forgot to put a limit on.
After about a minute the machine finally stops, the clerk inside seems annoyed as he peers at the man from his window. If looked at you can easily see the clerk mouth the words 'Son of a bitch' as Adam turns back toward the truck. "Can I pay you in intervals? This one only had two thousand....." His smile is sly as he walks up. The clerk seems to pick up the phone as Adam walks up. "How about we find someplace to stop off first.... I have a feeling our stay is no longer welcomed here...well... at least mine..." He motions toward the highway as he opens the door of his truck and climbs in. "Follow me?"
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 11, 2013 16:59:37 GMT -5
The woman tilted her head to the side as she watched the man go up to the ATM and proceed to max out the limit, spewing out a good hundred plus bills. Those eyes then wandered in towards the cashier who seemed to be more than slightly displeased that the atm suddenly registered an abnormally large withdraw. Oh dear.... the daemoness thought as her eyes wandered back to Adam as he made his way back.
"I suppose you're intent on hiring me to fix up your ride... I suppose I could take interval payment... but I'm going to need the title if you want it back before you're finished paying. There ain't no way in hell I'm going to let you walk off with Tens of thousands of dollars in investments. No way in hell. No offense." The woman offered a placating smile and let her eyes wander back to the clerk who now appeared to be phoning in the large withdraw. The daemoness sighed and shook her head as she realized that all too soon things would become a little more interesting in ways she didn't much care for.
"Follow behind your sluggish behind? Ugh.... I guess if it's not too far.... " The fiendling waves her hand dismissively and turns to open her door without waiting for anything further. She closed the door and rolled down the windo before depressing the clutch and giving the key a turn. Immediately the Vehicle started up, filling the cavity of the gas station's roof and store with the loud rumble of that muscle car engine. Next she reached behind her and pulled her seat belt over her shoulder and into it's proper position. The woman then shifted the vehicle from second gear into first and looked over to Adam and his truck, waiting for him to take the lead.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 11, 2013 17:16:45 GMT -5
Adam buckles up and floors it while reaching down to the passenger floor. He books it out of there only to stop in a parking lot of a restaurant, he goes around back as he practically leaps out of the truck rushing to the front and seems to switch out the front license plate, He rushes back to the rear plate as he swaps that out as well, she could see Iowa plates. Just as quickly as he put the plates on, he opens the back and tosses the old plates in and slams it. The only thing she would most likely see is a jack hammer and what looked like a small coffin.
Adam rushes back into his seat and carefully drives out of the back, windows up and music down he waits as a cop car seems to drive past toward the gas station. He turns the opposite way and decides to take the scenic route to the highway. Eventually they get onto it as he floors it. They would go for about an hour until they came across signs for a honky-tonk. For once Adam turns on his turn signal and proceeds to -SLOWLY- (this time) take the ramp and make his way to the honky tonk.
Trucks, trucks, and more trucks litter the parking lot with a few sports cars. Quite a few muscle cars seem to litter the lot. The honky tonk is a large building with a lodge theme. The lot is mainly gravel and wraps around the whole building. On the outskirts of it there are a few trees near the road but a forest flourishes near the back. He turns off his truck near the back of the lot by the woods as he hops out. He paintiently waits till she gets out of her car and smiles. "Hello there lil' lady... Mighty fine steed ya go'cha self thar." he says in his best western impersonation. He can't help but laugh as he leans against his truck.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 11, 2013 18:05:26 GMT -5
The woman thought better of roasting her rear tires on the way out, which she could have easily done in the first gear of that massively overpowered machine. The act would have drawn attention, and after what the man had done, attention was the last thing that she wanted brought to her. The woman sighed softly and slowly let out the clutch and let the vehicle crawl forward. Even without pressing the gas the engine provided enough torque to move the vehicle without stalling. All she had to do was lightly feather it until she caught up with the truck in front of her.
As he started to pull off again she slowed the vehicle to a crawl, simply watching him in his little dance. She lofted her brows again and shook her head slowly with a chuckle as she watched him switching out the plates and tossing the old ones into the back. The sight of the 'coffin' and the jackhammer sent her other eyebrow to join the first. She wondered internally what he did with those, but for now she would merely file it away as things to investigate later.
She turned her gaze back forward and pulled her hood down, waiting for the man to get back onto the road. When he did, she followed lazily, barely touching the throttle as she kept a respectable length behind him. The police cruiser going the other direction caused her to furrow her brow. His Ranger wasn't that visually distinctive. Sure the color defined it...but there were tons of Rangers in that color. It was a common sight in this day. Her Corvette... Another story entirely. The vehicle was a high price classic, and a hard find. It was liable to turn heads, and if the clerk had called it in with the Ranger... that could get ugly.
She watched her mirror as she waited..... and let out a breath as she was satisfied that it wouldn't be turning around to give pursuit. Her gaze then returned to the Ranger to make sure it hadn't turned off, though that didn't last for long. Her mind quickly wandered and she looked down to her radio in contemplation. Her right hand left the shifter and pressed a button on the unit, causing the music to begin playing once more. At these speeds it was at least able to be heard over the engine thankfully and helped take the edge off the woman's idle mind.
Finally they turned onto the freeway again. Rennia gazed with a skeptical smirk at the Ranger as it mashed the gas. Instead of reciprocating, Rennia simply let the truck leap ahead of her. She watched it as it pulled further and further away from her as she continued with her leisurely pace. When the other vehicle was far enough ahead that he risked losing sight of the car, if he didn't slow down that is, Rennia would suddenly push the accelerator to the floor.
The result was predictable. The car shot forward as if it had been stung. Between the low gear and the high power of the engine, there had been a rather amusing side effect. The front wheels of the car lifted a few inches off the pavement as the sheer overwhelming torque forced the rear wheels to spin fast enough that the vehicle was rotated counter to the spin of the tires.
The effect lasted only a brief moment, as the front end came back down as the clutch was quickly depressed. The shifter was pulled back, forced into second gear before the clutch was released and the throttle depressed yet again. The speedometer needle shot up rapidly as the car accelerated like no tomorrow. Despite having been lagging behind by a considerable amount, that car would reach an easily overtaking speed in but seconds, and continue to climb. The gap between the two vehicles would shorten rapidly as the 'vette sped forward at faster and faster speeds. Those around watched in awe and slight annoyance as the car blew past the speed limits, throwing it's loud rumble along the freeway far ahead and behind it.
When the 'vette was but a few hundred feet behind the Ranger, she would let off the throttle, letting it slow until the speeds matched. Then she took her hand off the shifter and placed it upon the wheel, freeing her left hand up to prop itself back in the window. Her head would soon come to rest upon it as she began playing follow the leader with the Ranger.
After a good ten minutes, when the daemoness realized that this was a long haul, the daemoness lifted her head off of her hand. She placed said hand back on the wheel and grabbed the shifter with her right hand once more. She then depressed the clutch and quickly shifted the car into sixth gear. While she was going way to slow to -need- sixth gear, she made the switch so as to lower the engine's RPM. While it would work harder for the same RPM, the slower rate meant that one, the supercharger was running slower and thus forcing less air into the engine, and two, she would save, even if only slightly, a bit of gas with the lower RPMs. Afterward she assumed her previous stance and let herself be drowned in the music of machine and radio.
Finally after an hour of traveling down the road, she perks her brows up as she notices the brake lights on the Ranger light up. She lets off the gas and depresses the clutch, letting her vehicle rapidly decelerate to avoid a collision. While not overly concerned about her stopping distance on the ramp, she never the less is forced to brake early to avoid rear-ending the truck in front of her. As the Ranger pulls onto the road, she creeps up and manages to obey the stop sign with another stop. Even if there was no other traffic, she still yielded to the sign. Sure, she liked to speed... but she generally adhered to the rest of the roadway laws... and never sped through construction.
The daemoness then turned the car onto the road and followed it until she reached the lot where the truck came to a stop. She looked around and heaved a sigh before shrugging and pulling the 'vette up a short distance away. She pulled her hood up, stopped the engine, undid her seatbelt, and opened the door before she stepped out of the car. She lightly closed the door behind her and looked over the top of her car at the man as he exited the truck. It would seem that her brow would not stay down for long as it hiked up again at his 'greeting.' "Do yourself a favor and stop while you're ahead dear. Before you embarrass yourself."
"So now that you're not in the immediate risk of being questioned by the cops, what else was it that you wanted to discuss?"
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 11, 2013 18:44:30 GMT -5
He can't help but laugh a little bit more at the woman's response to his impression. He seems to just be entertaining himself now. "You said deed... well... this truck doesn't run without my little keepsake... so we will have to work on trust...." His smile widens as he pushes off his truck and starts to look around while he slowly steps leisurely toward the back of the bed. "You trust me to pay you... and I trust you to not give me to the cops... Also..." he opens the back as he reaches in to start pulling out the stop sign. Looking carefully around he pulls it out and seems to screw off the sign. Leaving the pole underneath a different car while he whips the sign into the forest like a metal Frisbee of death should it hit some poor sap.
Carefully he closes the back of the truck as he stands there, looking at the back window before shifting whole body in one side step. "We must also trust each other not to kill one another." His wicked smile returns. He walks up to her as he reaches into his pocket and pulls out the wad of twenties. He slowly starts to organize them into a manageable stack as starts to hand it over, Retracting his hand mid extension. "Trust? Hell... I'll even tell you what I do...." he extends his hand with the money once more. This time in reach. "And what I know..." His tone is serious as he speaks the last phrase. He has lost his excitably happy face and replaced it with a stern and determined one.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 11, 2013 19:07:15 GMT -5
As the man talked, Rennia would wander around the car. As she made it to the rear she'd stop and cross her arms as he mentioned trusting him. "I'm sure once you have your vehicle back you could make yourself pretty scarce and hard to catch. So even if I did turn you in I doubt I'd hear much of you after you made off with the new upgrades. Fifty-eight thousand dollars is a lot of money to place on 'trust' for someone I just met who randomly asked me to 'pimp' his ride. I need a little bit more than 'trust me' to go on if you want any serious work done on this thing. Collateral or something worth it's weight."
Her own expression had become serious as he began talking about money. Even for as long as she'd lived and been doing work for different parties, fifty grand was still a lot more than she felt comfortable dropping on some random person she met at a gas station. It was especially bad given she'd seen that this guy had practice avoiding authorities. She suspected he made something of a habit out of it....
On the first time he held the money out, albeit partially, she made no attempt to grab it. Instead she kept her gaze on him as she merely replied calmly. "Don't give me a reason to want to kill you, and I'm sure you won't find yourself in that predicament. There are other ways of dealing with people besides merely butchering them." As he made mention of telling her what he did, she perked a brow. "Something besides hide from the past through various means? I assume you're the type who would use the ends to justify the means. Take a life if necessary so to speak. Between what you store in your truck, your strange outfit... the pistol in your pocket, the fake IDs, and the observant behavior... I'd say you work for a crime syndicate, or your a vigilante 'peacekeeper.'" The fiendling offered a deceptively charming smile underneath her hood.
On the second offer, her gaze would not leave the man's face as her hand suddenly shot out and grasped at the offered stack of bills. If she connected before he pulled away, she would grab onto the bills firmly, though would not try to pull them out of the man's hand. "So.... What do you know?"
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 11, 2013 19:22:07 GMT -5
Adam can't help but laugh. "No crime... no vigilante... Sometimes good people will have to die... I simply wish to see the world balance out...." He lets go of the money and walks back to his truck. "You say you want more than my word... You seem capable of catching me... If I cross you, it's not the police I have to worry about..." He opens the back again and does a scan, of the lot. Waiting for stranglers to pass. "You'd be able to recognize your handy work, know where I was going...." he pulls the coffin out and closes the back. Setting it on its side a slight rumble can be heard, like the contents are rolling around. "I am also pretty sure that you can take off the wheels and put them on only after it's all paid for...." He looks over at her. "Really... I would of thought someone as old as you would have realized that..." he gives her a wicked grin as he opens the small coffin revealing a plethora of stakes.
"Trust builds relationships and I have much to learn...." his grin grows as he softly speaks the next few words. "...my little daemon..." Adam has laid it all out, He as deemed this girl to be trust worthy and what he needs. He starts thinking of plan b through z on what if's but he is hoping this one is as rational as he thinks she is. He holds his hands up in a sign of peace. The smile never leaving his face he makes no movements toward or away, simply staying stationary. Last thing he wants to do is give an exposed daemon a reason to view his movements as a threat.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 11, 2013 20:02:51 GMT -5
The woman shook her head and chuckled. "True balance is a fallacy dear. The world doesn't operate like that, even nature. Sure you can say in the end it all 'balances' out... but that is a temporary situation. The fact is people can't see the ends because they don't exist long enough to. If Earth had evolved without humanity, nature would still inevitably kill itself off. So to say balance out... " She trailed off with another chuckle.
"Also I would have thought you'd remember the part where I said 'If you want your truck back before you pay for it.' Leaving wheels or parts off of it aren't exactly conducive to allowing you to do something with the vehicle thus would rather defeat the point of returning it, would it not? That being said, wheels and tires are easily replaced, hardly a deterrent. Leaving out something a bit harder to replace like the Flywheel... that might do something. As for hunting you down... That would probably end rather badly, especially if you tried to make a get away in your truck. Then you'd likely be dead, your truck demolished, and me out several thousands of dollars. Not exactly a tempting thought."
The fiendling's voice was more than a little biting. For one, a poorly orchestrated attempt to poke at her intelligence was not something she let slip lightly. The second was the age. She didn't much appreciate the insinuation on that front, to the extent she even commented on it. "And what do you mean someone as old as me? I doubt you have any clue as to my age."
As her eyes fell upon the contents of that coffin, the woman instantly recognized what it was she was dealing with. She already had a faint suspicion, but the loose assumption was something that was not always wise to act upon. Her eyes turned back to what she was now positive was a hunter. It seemed this one was a vampyre hunter in particular. That didn't mean he wasn't a threat to her however, just that he specialized in hunting Vampyre kin.
Her eyes narrowed for a moment as he made his next comment and the daemoness let out a low growl. She however made no move towards him, and merely looked back at the coffin's contents. "So you're an astute hunter... congratulations." Her voice carried a tiny bit of ice in it, once she'd managed to confirm what he was. It would not be a particularly far stretch of the imagination to say she was not particularly fond of hunters, and with good reason.
"I won't ask what you're hunting. I don't care. The less I know the better. You want your truck pimped out... fine. But if I hear of anyone I know being hunted by a man in a Ford Ranger..." She trailed off, leaving the sentence unfinished.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 11, 2013 21:23:32 GMT -5
He nods as he reaches down and closes the coffin. "Like I said... trust.... I am not here to make enemies or hunt you... if that was the case I would of shot your tires when I got close... I saw your skill and I need your help." he puts the crate of stakes back in his truck as he closes it.
"I hunt humans just as I hunt non... I bare no ill will to any one species...." He extends his right hand gracefully while his left hand covers his heart. He bends slightly with a soft smile. "I showed you because I trust you....Please trust me...this world is lonely enough." His movements seem to have shifted slightly. he moves more gracefully and purposefully. While he may have seemed to stumble and shuffle previously, now his steps are precise and seemingly calculated. His eyes seem to focus purely on her but with a look of apathy, regret, and lack of sleep.
Adam takes a deep sigh as he continues his statement in this stance "Will you be my friend?" A lack of pride or any of that bravado mumbo jumbo he has laced his words with before is gone in this. He is humble and vulnerable, He truly seems honest and heartfelt.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 11, 2013 21:43:15 GMT -5
A brow lofted for the umpteenth time as the man made the bold statement. She thought about correcting him but decided against it before she even opened her mouth. Too much pride was never a good thing, and even if she was confident in the outcome it still would have served no purpose in correcting him. Still, he sure didn't seem to lack confidence in that field...
Then he began talking about help. This time the daemoness didn't hold back. She gave an exasperated sigh, followed by a soft groan. "What part of 'I don't want to know' did you miss? I don't want to get involved. Your problems are just that. Your problems. I'll help you with your truck but that's it. Whatever else you've got is for you to deal with."
"I get that you're taking a risk in telling me, and for simplicity's sake I won't act on it like I otherwise would when faced with a hunter... but in case you aren't aware... Your kind tend to be a problem for me, even when I don't exactly make a problem they would ever have to deal with. So for the sake of not wanting to cause a fucking mess I can overlook that and not just jump back in my car and drive off."
At this point she was pinching the bridge of her nose, running her mind over the situation. It figures she'd run into a hunter on her trip. At the very least this one didn't appear to be trying to hunt her though it wouldn't be the first time they tried to deceive her. Still, if he did try to make a move on her, she would be prepared for it. It was surely a defensive plan but it never hurt to be prepared.
She stopped pinching the bridge of her nose and looked up as the man suddenly asked the oddest question she could have imagined. 'Will you be my friend?' Her mouth moved as she silently half-repeated the question to herself, blinking more than a couple times at the unexpected inquiry. "That... has to be the oddest way to attempt to make friends I have ever experienced. Truly I cannot say I have ever met someone who openly stated they were a hunter... and then ask to be friends with a daemon. If there's one thing you are skilled at, it's delivering unexpected lines. Bub, this... Yeah. You're the king at that."
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 11, 2013 22:10:58 GMT -5
Adam starts to smile. "As I said... I bare no ill will to any one race..." He straightens up and puts his hands behind his back. "If you help me... I will help you.... I would be happy to hunt down those that hunt you if you were unjustly targeted..." His behavior is odd but to the point. "In all honesty.... I want to learn what I can about machines... one of the best ways to do that is to begin with taking care of..." He knocks on the side of his truck. "This thing... From someone with experience dealing with humans and non alike...." he lets out a long drawn out sigh and then shoots her a look that seems to try and convey 'come on'.
He opens his hands and shrugs slightly, a soft smirk comes over his face as he nods toward the bar. "Lets get some drinks." he says playfully. Shrugging and nodding toward the bar while his smile grows bigger and bigger.
