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Post by Bastien Venice on Aug 22, 2010 23:31:14 GMT -5
((Vincent will be in this post as well; if anyone else wishes to join in jump on in. Yay last minute posts))
Work, work, work.
If it was anything that Bastien Venice knew more than anyone else, it was work, his job specifically. He was practically married to it and only produced results--good ones.
He had to. Gods only knew what would happen to him if he ever failed.
Bastien knew many people, many things, many places. He knew your sweet old grandmother and her best friend, even the man she divorced and all of his sisters and his first dead dog buried under that fruit tree out behind that church in Unda. Maybe not personally, but if it was his job to know things (which it was), he did it well.
He knew people who did the job for him and he did what he had to--remember everything and plan for action accordingly. With this he was nearly an expert at building teams for nearly every project that came his way, something of which he was doing this afternoon.
He needed a team and he needed only the best Allorum had to offer. In Ignis he knew of a man he needed to find, one of which if his local sources were correct he'd still be around. He had people watching for the tanned man in other areas, though Bastien stuck to the main streets of the Master Volcano Atoll and watched patiently. Some way, somehow, he'd find him
He always found what he was looking for, afterall. Always.
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Post by vincent on Aug 23, 2010 0:04:04 GMT -5
And as it so happened, Vincent was just walking out of a small building. He'd just finished getting the final preparations in place, deed in hand he owned his own plot of land, a house already built on it. It wasn't going to be nearly as big as his father's was on the other side of the Atoll, but at least he had a place of his own for once. All he knew was that he couldn't wait to show Jasmine and start rebuilding his life.
Even if it was without Hala. Everything was going to work out somehow, he was sure.
With so many people about, he of course wouldn't have even noticed that Bastien was watching him. And as such, without suspicion just carried on his merry way.
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Post by Bastien Venice on Aug 23, 2010 0:16:25 GMT -5
There he was, the very person he needed. Bastien hung around by a narrow alleyway and watched as the blond man strode right past him, a lot seemed to be weighing on his mind. He'd have to look into it, find out everything he could if he was willing to let him in.
Though from what he'd heard of the man, it'd be harder than he thought. Maybe, anyway.
Bastien followed along at first and trying to come up with the best possible way to approach him...you know, without getting punched.
He walked right up beside the man and spoke quickly, almost quietly. Enough to get his attention and keep it, for sure. Maybe.
"Vincent Loque, right?"
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Post by vincent on Aug 23, 2010 0:20:36 GMT -5
Vincent kept speed, glancing over to Bastien for only a moment before turning his gaze back to the direction in which he was headed.
"Don't know him, sorry," was all he responded with.
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Post by Bastien Venice on Aug 23, 2010 0:27:08 GMT -5
Bastien chuckled. This was off to a beautiful start.
"You're a funny guy already, Loque. Terrible liar, too. Spare me a minute or two and I can change your life for the better and I assure you, I know you need it," he grinned widely as he followed along right beside Vincent, waiting to see how the man reacted.
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Post by vincent on Aug 23, 2010 0:32:35 GMT -5
"You don't know me, nor do I know you," Vincent spat, still walking along, "which means I don't care."
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Post by Bastien Venice on Aug 23, 2010 0:39:31 GMT -5
"Oh, you care, Vincent," Bastien smiled as he ceased his pursuit of the other man. He had confidence in what he was about to say was going to put an end to Vincent's want to escape his presence.
"I know your wife is dead; I know she's left you an only daughter to raise alone. I know you have no money and I know you need help if you're going to keep the house you just bought."
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Post by vincent on Aug 23, 2010 0:41:33 GMT -5
It totally worked. The hair on the back of Vincent's neck stood as this complete stranger relayed to him some of the most important things that had recently just happened to him. It pissed him off, really, and he was about ready to hit him when he turned and noticed there was quite a bit of distance between the two of them.
Dammit.
"Who the hell are you?" he spoke, trying to remain calm but anger creeping into his voice like venom.
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Post by Bastien Venice on Aug 23, 2010 23:45:30 GMT -5
A wide grin leaped on Bastien's face as he folded his hands in front of him, standing tall, proud, and professional.
"Bastien Venice, Mr. Loque. Would you believe me if I said it's my job to know things? I collect information on people, especially interesting people, helpful people--you, Vincent," he started, "I'm not here to cause you any trouble but rather help you if you'll accept it."
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Post by vincent on Aug 23, 2010 23:50:33 GMT -5
"Sounds hokey. What's interesting about me to you, and why the hell would you want to help me with anything? Not to mention how the hell do you know anything about myself or my family?" Vincent answered, slowly crossing his arms and staring down Bastien. He didn't know what to think of this right at the moment, though he was heavily on his guard.
What kind of stranger just...shows up knowing about you?
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Post by Bastien Venice on Aug 23, 2010 23:57:56 GMT -5
Bastien shrugged.
"As I said, it's my job to collect information on people. I have connections everywhere and I know of all sorts of things--such as a man from Crepusculum who, while in the military wowed Allorum with his great skills and suddenly was reported dead. The records all say he died in an accident yet his body was never found; when I start hearing that that famous man is reported to be seen in action again after years of being thought of as dead I'm sorry that I find it a little suspicious to look into it.
I do my homework, Mr. Loque. Lucky for me and my research I've found you to be alive and well, and with an offer for you. You help me and I help you. I have a job which requires the sailing skills of a man with strong knowledge of the seas of Allorum. I'm a man who needs a promotion and if I can complete this job successfully, I'll land my promotion. I'll also pay you very well for your work in it," he spoke slowly, emphasizing the words 'help' and 'pay' with a sly grin.
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Post by vincent on Aug 24, 2010 0:11:25 GMT -5
Vincent listened to this proposition carefully. It almost sounded good, sounded easy really. You know, without details being added that is.
"And what job promotion is this? The guy who knows everything? What kind of job am I doing, specifically?" he asked, "...you aren't Sumata, are you?"
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Post by Bastien Venice on Aug 24, 2010 0:21:04 GMT -5
Bastien almost looked insulted at the mention of the Sumata.
"Not Sumata. Better organization, in fact. Bit of a pyramid, you see. All run by one man whom we all call 'The Boss'. No one knows who he is aside from a few very trusted people--whatever this man wants, he gets. He does deals with anyone, gives no reasons why he does what he does. He gives his orders to the few people by his side and they pass the orders down to people working below them. We all do our part in our branches to complete our jobs, get paid, and not ask questions. Be neutral entirely.
Basically, Vincent, I've worked for years in this pyramid and have become the boss of my own branch. All I'm missing is the spot right under the boss, becoming one of his trusted men. He's passed a job onto me that if I can complete with my own organized team, I've secured my spot. Better pay and all of that fancy stuff."
His hands moved to his sides, resting on his hips then as he continued, "As for what you'll be doing in this mission, it's easy. We're shipping a few people overseas to a small island and we just need you to make sure they get there in a timely fashion. Evade any and all attacks that could happen along the way as the path we're taking is known to be riddled with pirates. Should be easy enough for a guy like you, right?"
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Post by vincent on Aug 24, 2010 0:23:17 GMT -5
Vincent raised an eyebrow as he said, "It does sound easy. Too easy. What's the catch to this? How much money are we even talking about here?"
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Post by Bastien Venice on Aug 24, 2010 0:27:27 GMT -5
"No catch. My job is to do as my boss asks of me. He wants some people moved from one island to another, and I do whatever I have to to make it happen. I'm not a sailor but as I've said, I am a very informed man. I create my own teams of people to complete jobs for me, it's the secret to getting things done. You can't complain, it's one job and you don't even have to sign on with me unless you want to," Bastien tilted his head to the side, grinning yet, "it's easy money. Lots of it. Enough to buy out that entire chunk of land you have in your hand on that deed. Sometimes it's not easy, but this job in particular is. Should make property taxes easier on you, I'd think. What do you say to that? Help me help you?"
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