Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 12, 2013 23:16:35 GMT -5
Adam's face turns toward her as his turns into the biggest smile. "There we go." he seems to be super happy now as he claps his hands once. "Now we're getting somewhere." He seems completely too happy for that kind of news. "That's the straight answer I want... one that requires some sort of trust... but I digress.. I understand and feel I have the firm answer I need..." he turns back to his truck as he opens the door and climbs in. "Not some answer that leaves room for interpretation...."
Adam closes his truck door as he leans out the window with a wicked grin. "Now if you'll excuse me... I need to start working...." He puts on his seat belt and puts it into drive. He seems to wait for anything she may have to say. He listens to her but regardless his farewell will be "If you ever change your mind luv." with a wink he's off. He gets onto the road again as he floors it. If she decided to follow, he ends up stopping at what seems to be a biker bar. The building is quite nice yet most of the vehicles are bikes and trucks. Hell it might not even be a bike bar for all he knew, he just felt like stopping after a while. If he was not followed he would eventually make it up to her shop in roughly a couple weeks with a truck bed full of new stuff.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 13, 2013 1:45:56 GMT -5
The daemoness growled faintly. "Trust has very little to do with talking about some topics mister Helviath. Somethings just don't need to be discussed." The woman gave a soft sigh before reaching up to retrieve the ring. She seemed completely oblivious to his reaction by this point as she slipped it back onto her finger. Afterward she would grab up her gloves and slip those on as well. She wanted to snap at him but she kept her cool while standing next to her car and gazing off into the distance.
At the last second as he closed the door she finally spoke up again. "I'll buy."
She waited for his reaction before making her next move. If he stuck around she would make her way toward the establishment' without waiting for him to catch up. Without pause she would open the door and go inside. There she would finally show signs of.waiting as she scouted the place out, looking to see what the offered she knew what to order if and when the man finally caught up.
If he didn't stop, she would wait until he left to get back into her car and start it up without fanfare. Of course, the simple noise of starting the loud engine with the modified exhaust was enough to attract the attention and applause of nearby bystanders as well as a whistle from one. Without missing a beat, Rennia through the car into reverse and backed it out. Then she slammed it into first. This time she didn't care if she drew attention as she mashed the gas. The rear tires of the Corvette spun wildly, throwing up dirt as it fought for grip. The car shot forward as it finally caught purchase and she took off down the lot and back towards the freeway.
She would make no attempt to follow him; instead picking her own direction, towards I-15. If it happened to be the same direction, Adam would likely catch sight of her in his mirror before long. In seconds she would overtake him as she blew past 170 mph. Even at that speed, the experienced driver deftly navigated through traffic, weaving between vehicles. Soon she would be nothing but taillights in front of him before vanishing.
At that point, the next time he would see that Corvette again would be at the address she had given him. There it would be park out front with no sign of her.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 13, 2013 8:32:54 GMT -5
Adam would never refuse a free drink from a 'Friend' and joined her for a simple round. He did not mind sitting in back and observing the scene but before he nods at her with a look of 'Let's get the hell out of here.' He was surprisingly quiet the whole time they were in there, watching every bit of movement. When they finally made their way out he said his farewell and left, Racing toward his next destination and not able to help laugh to himself as he watched the red bullet come up and flash past him in a heartbeat. He seemed overly proud of himself as he sighs. "Glad that scenario played out...." he says to himself. "... That could of ended far worse..." he laughs as he pulls up to the next bar.
Adam goes in back and sits down, just watching and waiting. A man sits in the far end with a few women at his table, one on his lap. The woman seemingly apathetic to the whole event decides to use the wash room and stands up quickly to go off, but not before Adam recognizes some familiar scabs on her inner thigh. Thank the gods humans invented daisy dukes he thought to himself. His job would be a lot harder if they didn't exist. Adam's grin widens as he watches the individual abuse and send off his women. The whole evening he mistreats and just all around holds a high advantage to the poor souls both in his grasp and around the bar. "You have tipped the scales my friend... " are the words that seep through adam's all too amused grin as he stands up. "It's time for you to be liberated from that burden." Is all adam says as he reaches into jacket and grasps firmly the silver cross with his right hand.
It's been almost a month since the young deamoness has seen the odd hunter before he pulls up, a few more dents and what looks like scratches decorate his truck. It's just before dusk as he turns off the truck and goes to slowly look for the daemoness. A simple knock and he starts to wait with his hands behind his back, slowly rocking back and forth on his heels with a soft smile. A song in his heart causes him to hum Lament by Project Pitchfork.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 13, 2013 13:18:31 GMT -5
It wasn't just the blood that ran through Rennia's veins that made her odd. When he finally joined her inside and ordered a drink, she stepped up and ordered her own. Hers would probably turn a few heads of those who had heard it. Instead of any form of alcohol, the woman ordered a soft drink. The bar tender gave her an incredulous look as she ordered a Mountain Dew, and even mockingly asked if she wanted a straw too. He was surprised when she simply smiled sweetly and said yes. Afterward he'd slowly go about getting her the drink she ordered, never taking his eyes off the strange woman even as he grabbed a clean straw and stuck it into the cup. She bowed her head slightly and set down just enough to cover the cost of the two drinks. "Keep the change."
When they parted ways the redhead flew down the highway, making up for lost time in an instant. She had places to be and things to do. She almost didn't even see the police car she blew past. She smirked as she saw the lights flash in her rear view mirror, but she made no signs of stopping. Unfortunately the dated Crown Vic that pulled onto the road behind her would never get a good enough glimpse of her car to know that it was anything but a red bullet. The car was shoved into sixth and took off like a ballistic rocket. By now the traffic had thankfully lightened up. She was good, but even she would have struggled to adequately weave through heavy traffic at the two hundred miles per hour she managed to reach. She knew she was approaching even her car's limits at that point. At best she might push two twenty before that car would be pushed into the red. And even if it could go faster, at those speeds, she was risking a serious wipe out with even the slightest bit of oversteer.
The Crown Vic tried to catch up, but the cop knew it was a futile effort as it struggled to hit One-forty and the 'vette was still pulling away like no tomorrow. He called in that there was a red car on Interstate fifteen going in excess of a hundred and eighty miles per hour and gave up his pursuit. The dispatcher made the calls and several patrol units were dispatched to set up a roadblock ahead of the car, where they presumed it would be in a good fifteen minutes. Unfortunately for them, the car would never show. Rennia was no fool, and though she didn't have a dispatcher radio, she knew that they would be waiting for her after she lost sight of the car behind her. She slowed the vehicle down and took the first off ramp onto a back highway. Again she floored it, slicing through the back paths long before the police ever realized that she wasn't coming.
The twists and turns forced her to a slower speed, but she still managed to blaze an impressive average of one-twenty through the winding roads. By the time the cops figured out what she'd done, it was too late. At her speeds there was no way they'd be able to set up an effective net. Had they known what she was driving, they might have put out a call on the Stingray, but since the only they they knew was that it was a red car of some sort, the gesture was futile.
After a time on the back roads, she finally pulled back onto I-15. This time she went the speed limit as she rolled on through.
Some time later that same Corvette would find itself parked outside of a shop, immaculate and clean as ever. It had recently gone through a standard tune up, it's owner making sure her escapades in the desert of the south didn't do any real damage to her vehicle. It mostly went through a routine oil change, though she did have to top off a little of her coolant. That wasn't unusual though. Even as a closed loop system, some of it always got out. At best it might have been such an extremely slow leak as to make a single drop a day.
A minute or so after the man knocks on the heavy steel door, the sound of a motorized bolt snapping back into the door signals it was about to open. A second later, it swung outward and the man was faced with not Rennia, but someone else entirely. A young human woman in coveralls stood in the doorway, looking at the unexpected arrival. She gave him a somewhat quizzical glance, and asked a simple question. "Something I can help you with?"
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 13, 2013 15:17:02 GMT -5
Adam smiles softly as he bows, right hand panning out as his left is on his back. "I'm Adam Helviath... I'm looking for the owner of the fastest red car on the planet.... She gave me this address...." he looks up and removes his sunglasses, Locking eyes with the young woman. Adam doesn't try to but he can't help but crack into a sly smile. "She agreed to fix up my truck." The back of the truck wiggles ever so slightly. Adam snaps his head back as a look of worry is on his face, Quickly he replies.
"Damn, even the straps holding my tools are falling apart... " he turns back around smiles with his eyes closed. "It's been falling apart for a few weeks now..." He laughs sheepishly as he rubs the back of his head and laughs. Opening his eyes he looks behind the woman before scanning the woman in front of her, Unable to help his male's attention to specific details. He shakes his head and slightly flusters red when he catches himself staring. He proceeds to cover his face. "Sorry miss...."
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 13, 2013 16:17:20 GMT -5
The woman at the door gave the man a polite smile as he introduced himself. At his request she leaned to the side to view past him at the red Corvette in the parking lot and chuckles, obviously knowing who he was looking for already. As the truck shifts, her gaze snaps to it, peering at the sudden movement with curiosity. She decided against asking and merely pushed the door open more. At a certain point it would hold itself open, far too heavy to be easily influenced by the mild breeze.
"Little bit late isn't it?" The woman spoke with the local accent, or rather, the strange lack there of. It wasn't the old Norwegian accent of some of the older Scandinavian residents that had settled the state, but just it's peculiar lack of any distinctive accent in general.
Due to her shorter stature, the woman was easy enough to peer around. Behind her was the opening to the building. Immediately visible was a small office area, obviously meant for record keeping and general business. The nature of the decor on the walls and the look of the desk gave the impression that this particular shop was a semi-private business that seemed to cater to high-end sport and race vehicles. There was even an image of a top-fuel dragster in front of the vehicle with the woman standing next to the vehicle and it's owner. On the far wall was a door with a large window next to it that looked into the actual shop area, which was moderately sized garage. It was nowhere near the large automotive repair shops you might find in bigger cities, but if one had to guess, it could easily accommodate six or seven vehicles at any one point if it was cleared out and pushed to capacity. Given the state of the various machines and tools, it would likely only hold four or five comfortably at the time. Up front, taking up most of the view was what had once been a street vehicle sold by a manufacturer. Now, even to the naked eye, it was nothing short of a full blown race car. The redone Chevrolet Chevelle had a blower sticking out from under it's hood. The tires were large drag slicks and the cab was lined with a thick steel cage for support.
As she was sighted up the soft looking girl gave another smile. She was fairly polite and didn't seem to mind the look at all. She even smiled wider when he apologized. "It's alright." Afterward she'd turn about and wander into the shop office. She made her to the far wall and opened up the door. She leaned into the shop and with a voice slightly below a yell, she called into the shop. "Someone was eyeballing your 'vette Wolf. They said you sent em.... They're kinda cute."
A few moments later a muffled reply came from within the shop, muffled by both the distance, and the fact the door was only partially open. There was something else muffling it too, but that wasn't easy to make out. Whatever it was that was said, the girl would pull her head back through and push the inner door open all the way before making her way to the nearby desk. "Help yourself." The way she said it was polite and warm, indicating she wasn't so much telling him to do it himself, but rather that he was free to enter the shop where the person she had been speaking to had been.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 13, 2013 16:35:13 GMT -5
He is still fairly red and laughing from the good looking comment as he starts to walk in. "Thanks Beautiful." he say slyly as he walks into the shop. He looks around with a big smile looking for his friend. "Hey 'bub! Miss me." he chuckles out looking around at everything. "I got the c... well I believe I have enough..." he says a little bit quieter now as he gazes at one of the possible machines the deamoness was building. "Oooo..." he chimes as he looks at it, seemingly distracted. He seems to have some punctures in his jacket as well as some slight scorch marks. It would seem that the man had been busy hunting since he had a bit more cash as well as a lot more injuries. Thankfully it seems his injuries had all healed.
Adam would proceed to pull out a big gallon sized ziplock bag of cash, pure hard cash from inside his jacket. His focus is still on the strange part inside her shop as he leans to look at it with different angles. "The rest is in the truck... I also gotta ask if you recognize something...." At this he turns to the deamoness if she's within sight but if not he'd look around for her.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 13, 2013 17:35:44 GMT -5
At first there would be no sign of the daemoness anywhere. Nor would there be much to indicate where she was. Somewhere in the shop the daemoness rolled her eyes as she overheard his comment to the other woman before she returned to focus on what she was doing. The shop was moderately quiet, yet seemed to absorb a fair amount of noise. This was likely to keep the overall production down when the shop was in full use, which was likely to be rather loud. Despite that, the sound of a socket wrench would be heard after a moment as it was used to screw a bolt into place.
Before the man could likely locate it's exact source, the sound would stop. However, it would soon be replaced with the sound of a shop creeper sliding along the floor. The sound definitely originated from under the nearby blown over Chevelle. After a couple seconds the woman appeared from the far side of the car. Unlike before she was not decked out in her usual heavy garb. Instead she was wearing what appeared to be an navy blue jacket made out of a denim type material. It covered from her neck down midway over her tummy. It was zipped up enough to leave a shallow V-neck that would have just barely exposed the top swell of her breast if it wasn't for the black cropped T-shirt she had underneath it. The sleeves on the jacket had been rolled up midway along her upper arms, exposing a portion of the muscles that laid hidden beneath her skin.
Hidden behind the car was a pair of equally denim cargo pants of the same color that hung just slightly loose off her frame. In one of the various pockets hung a pair of light mechanics gloves that had been discarded in favor of her bare hands, but remained by her side, in case she cared to don them once more. In effect, the majority of the daemoness's particular features were left exposed, from the blood red hair, to the blue-grey skin color. Without her cloak and other heavy clothes, a pair of wings were allowed to loom over her shoulders behind her,reaching from her upper back down past her waist. It made it obvious why she favored heavier clothing as hiding them pressed up against her form would be difficult otherwise. Adorning those large structures were hundreds of deep blood-red feathers that occasionally darkened to black at their tips. The effect gave her wings the look of having been soaked in a pool of blood and left to drip. Sat above her posterior was another oddity that was best left hidden. Left now to sway freely behind her, though still hidden by the car, was a thin and flexible, yet strong, prehensile tail that ended in a somewhat spaded tip.
The daemoness brushed some loose strands of hair out of her gaze, revealing her hands, and to a lesser extent her face, were covered with various grease, oil, and carbon smudges common to those who worked on vehicles. Her outfit too was not free of similar blemishes, though those had formed more into stains that would take a good washing to remove.
The woman looked the man's clothing over and perked a brow as her head tilted to the side. "And I thought my clothes were in need of attention. Did you forget how to dodge?" If she was joking, she hid it well, as the seemingly serious question came out with more of a skeptical gaze than any of amusement. After a few moments her eyes would trail over to the bag of cash he produced. At that point she would give a nod off to the side. In the direction of her nod was sat a stack of boxes. Some of them were open and had had their contents removed. Those were left to sit on top of some of the larger boxes. Of those opened included a set of large disk rotors for brakes amongst other things. "What I knew I would need ahead of time I ordered. The rest I'll have to pick up after I take a look."
After hearing him speak again she tilted her head again. "Hm?"
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 13, 2013 17:51:21 GMT -5
He turns and smiles. "You said if you found out that I've hunted anyone you know... you'd be very angry.... I want you to check a face I caught a couple miles to the east of here.... can we bring the truck in here?" he straightens up after finishing looking at whatever the gadget was. He smiles softly as he tugs on his jacket. "Last thing I'd want to do is cause you to be mad at me... Oh and this jacket is armor.... I dodged the deadly stuff."
his gaze has been on the stack for a bit. He shifts his gaze back to her after a little bit, waiting for her answer. "If you don't know him then I'll need to borrow my truck for another hour..." He smiles as he shifts his gaze back to look round, stopping if he notices her assistant again. His gaze returns to her with a smile. He said that last sentence like it was no big deal.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 13, 2013 19:23:23 GMT -5
The woman straightned up her jacket, listening to him go on for a moment before furrowing her brow. She didn't much like the thought of it, but at least he was asking. The woman gave a sigh before nodding towards the front of the shop where the door was. She made her way around the car and wandered over towards the office. As she made it to the office, the other woman had already gotten to her feet. Through the window, Adam might see her holding out a decent sized black object. From the angle and the slight glare from what little lighting there was, the object was unable to be seen clear enough to identify, but when she made her way back in, he would get a clear view of the object, which was now strapped along the side of her abdomen, right above her hips.
From the front, he would be able to see the black pistol grip of a similarly black pistol. It hung at her side in what might have been a concealed holster were it under her clothing instead of having been mounted externally like she had done. From there he wouldn't have been able to see, but out the other side of the holster was the long black tubular form of a suppressor that was affixed to the end of the barrel. It wouldn't be far fetched to believe that she had also been carrying that pistol the first time he ran into her.
The woman would make her way up to the front of the building and wandered slightly to the side. There she stepped up to a box that had a series of buttons. They were decorated much like a stop light. Below them, still on the box, was a smaller black object. On that black object was a slot and a small clear pane of glass, and a keypad. Rennia reached into her pocket and pulled out a small card, which she'd push into the slot. Leaving the card there she pushed her thumb up to the pane of glass till a soft beep was heard. She then used her wing to block the view as she used the keypad to type in a code. The buttons produced no beeps when pressed, so it was impossible to tell the number of keys that were pressed, only that a confirming beep was heard when the last digit matched up. Afterward, she pushed the green button, opening up the front of the front door.
Once the door was open, she'd stand beside it and motion outside, waiting for him to grab his truck and bring it in to one of the open ports opposite the Chevelle.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 13, 2013 19:59:00 GMT -5
Adam seems to focus on the pistol for a while before he watches her open the door. He is quite impressed and isn't afraid to show it. He smiles with a soft bow as he leaves under the newly opened door. He starts his truck just as he opens the door, Backing up inside the garage quickly but seeming to stop a few inches from anything getting bumped. The truck turns off and Adam is out of the thing just as quickly as he left. Moving quickly to the back he pulls out a stake and flings open the back. There a pair of boots kick and flail as a muffle scream rings in the bed.
With a firm grip Adam yanks the boot and the body lands painfully on the ground with a thud. The man is in priest garbs but the back is ripped open as his wings are bound. If she looked carefully they appear to be broken. The man's mouth shut by a metal ball gag tightly wrapped as to be quite painful. The arms and legs are bound extensively. Several large bullet holes decorate the man's limbs. His right eye seems slightly bloodshot and blue, while his left is a familiar glowing red but it would seem half a contact is still in the man's eye with some bruising to frame the display.
Adam puts his boot firmly on the man's chest, digging his heel into the deamon's rib cage. "Do you know him? He was using money from faithfuls to fuel his excessive life of extensive cruelty and murdering of innocents...." He looks firmly at the deamoness. "Do you know this one or can I liberate him from his curse?" He seems cold and calculated. There seems to be another body in the bed of the truck but it appears to be unbound and unresponsive. One of the corrupted man's victims that deserves a proper burial it would seem. Adam waits for his friend's answer.
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 13, 2013 22:08:54 GMT -5
The woman seemed either oblivious to the man staring at the pistol, or uncaring. Regardless of where he stared, she would simply open the door up all the way. Once it was open, she would pull out the card. A rather negative sounding beep would indicate that the system had locked out. Once the door was closed, it would not open again unless the process of unlocking it was repeated. This was likely a security measure to prevent the door from being opened at will.
She would wait patiently as the man makes his way out to his truck and back into the shop. She considered closing the door, but remembered what he had said about needing it for another hour so she stepped away from the box and followed behind the truck. As it came to a stop she continued walking around behind it, making it back there before Adam did. When the body was pulled onto the floor she gave a soft sigh and pinched the bridge of her nose for a moment as she looked at the man on the ground. After a moment the hand slipped up till she was able to run it back down the entire length of her face.
The daemoness remained silent a few seconds after the man stopped speaking before reaching to her side. In a swift motion her right hand reaches up to just above her left hip, grans the grip of the pistol, and pulls the entire weapon free. The motion continues until the pistol is lined up with the man's head. The entire thing might have taken but a split second. In the next second, barely a fraction of a pause from whipping the pistol out, the safety was flipped and trigger was depressed. The hammer of the pistol snapped forward, striking the firing pin inside. The pin slammed into the primer cap, igniting the gunpowder on the far side, within the casing of the chambered round. Instead of the loud bang accustomed to firearms, this one gave a soft screech. It was almost a whisper as the 'silenced' hollow-point round left the end of the suppressor. Unless the man magically broke free of his bindings, the round would penetrate his skull.
Between the cold loaded round, the suppressor, and the fact it was a hollow-point, the round would enter the front, but did not exit the rear. The round soon clattered to the floor, possibly the noisiest part of the whole process. Even still, it's high-pitched metallic chime was muted by the sound absorbing walls as it bounced off the floor a couple times before landing and rolling to a rest.
The Daemoness leaned back and looked down to make sure she hadn't gotten splattered by the faint amount of blood and brain matter that had been ejected by the sudden compression of the man's skull interior. Thankfully there didn't appear to be anything on her pants, so didn't need to wash them right away. Satisfied with that, she nonchalantly went over to pick up the casing from the ground and stuff it into her pocket. At that point she flipped the safety and slid the pistol back into it's holster, looking over at the other, still breathing, occupant of the shop. "Go do whatever with it, but don't get blood on my floor." She nodded to the dead being on the floor who was thankfully not dripping blood on her floor, due to the round not having penetrated the back of his skull.
"I'll see you when you get back." With that she wandered back over towards the Chevelle. Without bothering to remove the pistol or it's holster, she crawled back onto the creeper and pushed herself back under the car.
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 13, 2013 22:31:35 GMT -5
Adam's face has what seems to be his trademark smile as he pulls out a black garbage bag from the bend and puts it over the, now dead, deamon's head. "Glad ya didn't know him.... " he closes the bed and pulls off. He takes the two bodies to a forest preserve as he carefully turns off his truck's lights. He manages to get the chain that closes the entrance off as he pulls in, placing it back where it was. He seems to be used to this process as he whips around the small road inside the forest preserve. He drives till he finds a well hidden gazeebo and proceeds to pull up next to it. Keeping a watch for any grounds keepers he carefully pushes the metal table over and then returns to his truck to pull out his jack hammer.
He makes a hole big enough in the concrete to fit the body of the daemon through. He then proceeds to dig out the dirt underneath. Maybe he should of asked for a saw of some sort he thought, He's been meaning to get one for a while now but it keeps slipping his mind. He nods as he makes a mental note to purchase a saw after this. He finally has enough dirt out to jam the body into the ground. He pulls out the bucket and cement from the back as he hauls the bucket toward the old fashioned water pump across the way. Praying that it was working which it thankfully was. He hastily mixed the cement and poured it over the body. It was wet and needed to set but he dragged the table back over the spot believing that in twenty four hours no one would find it.
He finally packs up and pulls out the body of a young child, no older than he was when his world changed. Feeling a bit of sorrow he walks toward the edge of the forest with a shovel in tow. He prays to anpu "Lord, watch this soul... he has gone before his greatness came... watch over and protect him and let the suffering brought to his murderer be your worship." At that he starts to dig the grave for the lad.
Two hours go by and the truck pulls back up. As he gets out he looks full of sorrow even if he tries to hide it. "Sorry that took longer than I thought. I had to properly bury the innocent." he smiles softly as he bows. "Thank you for your patience."
Post by Rennia Trayvold on Aug 13, 2013 23:36:55 GMT -5
The woman called out from underneath the car she was working on as he commented on her familiarity with the deceased daemon. "Didn't say I didn't know him, but regardless of my familiarity with him, leaving him alive wouldn't have ended well for either of us by that point." Afterward she went back to working, letting him see himself out. Even after the truck had left, she left the door open.
After he was gone, the other woman came into the shop and lifted the hood of the Chevelle. Immediately she began working the belts off the front of the engine as she struck up a conversation with the daemoness. "So what's his story?" The daemoness began ratcheting another bolt into place as she replied. "Met him on the road. He tried to race me in that truck." The girl let out loud laugh. "He thought he could play tag with the 'Ray in that? How'd that turn out?" Rennia just offered a soft laugh. "Confidence doesn't always bring intelligence with it... I shifted gears."
Another laugh escaped the shorter woman as she continued to work on the engine. After she managed to catch her breath again, she shook her head. "So what you doing to the truck? Didn't think you liked Fords." A small pause came from Rennia as she shifted to get a partial view from underneath the car, between the engine block and the body. ".... I don't. Still, he's willing to pay for a full blown overhaul, and he was insistent. At the very least it'll be an improvement on the Ford. Thinking of trying to see if I can fit a five oh two in there. He'll need a completely new transmission too, not just rebuilt. Also means his frame will need tweaked, brakes... suspension." The other woman raised her brows and peered down the gap towards Rennia. "Sounds like that's gonna be a pain in the ass project. I'll call Jake about the framing stuff in the morning."
The fiendling nodded in response and set back to working underneath the Chevelle. The other woman similarly went back to work doing what she was doing in the engine bay. Every so often one would comment or the other, and they would have a short conversation before returning to work. Most of the comments were either centered around the truck in question or the Chevelle they were buried up to their elbows in.
When the man finally showed back up, the woman carefully lowered the hood of the Chevelle and walked over towards the doorway, waiting for him to pull his truck back in. As it would make it part way in, she would press the yellow button, causing the door to start it's closing cycle. The door closed at a respectable pace, but never seemed to get too close to the man's truck as it closed tight. Rennia retrieved a rag from her pocket and started wiping her hands off as she slid back out from under the car. The other woman nodded to the pair and scampered off into the office as Rennia stepped around and came to a stop a few feet from the man.
"I kept myself busy." She offered with a shrug. Like before, if she noticed something amiss about the man, she certainly didn't show it. She stood there patiently wiping her hands clean of the majority of the oil and other grit that had collected from her work. Her eyes watched the man calmly, seeming vacant of any particular emotion. She thought about asking where he buried them, but figured it would probably be better that she didn't, given his current expression. As she turned to walk away, she did chuckle, however. "There's no such thing as innocents Mister Helviath. Only people with lesser degrees of guilt."
Post by Adam Alexander Helviath on Aug 14, 2013 8:34:12 GMT -5
Adam nods as he holds his head up. "I'll take that knowledge with me....Thank you." His voice is monotone as he nods and goes to the back of his truck, starting to removed everything in back and setting them by the table with all the boxes. "Besides reading my time is fairly open, do you need any help around here? Even just simple errands I would be more than happy to help..." he says softly, any ounce of pride he used to bolster his voice before is muted and he's simply offering. He continues to remove everything, Jack hammer, shovel, coffin of stakes, and three more bags of cash. He would nod whatever her answer and give an answer if needed.
He would smile softly and try to put on a happy expression to the deamoness' helper as he hands her the small keyless remote. "Make her amazin', beautiful." he says just as softly as he smiles sincerely. He looks out to the pseudo lobby they had as he points and then turns his head to his 'friend'. "Can I crash in there or do I need to go find some place?... Just need a couple of hours."
