>>Yo Duck, Blindside say he changing the meet. He meet you at the The Market at noon tomorrow.<<
Reading the message that pops up in his field of view, Duck frowns.
Shit must be real busy with them boys tonight. Daytime probably better anyhow.<<@Lil Mik [Duckdown] Wiz.>>He then stretches his arms out to either side in the backseat and announces,
"Well, shit with Blindside done moved till tomorrow, so... I guess we can jus go start scoopin up heads for your howler meet, then, huh?"One by one, the two of them pick up the rest of the crew Arc had assembled, meandering through the city for about an hour and a half. Duck's not sure what to think of this buncha breeders, so he keeps quiet and listens rather than talking. A couple of these faces he knows, one or two he can even put names to, but for the most part, it's Arc and a buncha strangers. Soon enough, they arrive outside the Skeleton and Arc gives the crew a little pep talk.
"Huu...okay, chummers, here's the deal. We're about to talk to Lupo, head of the Night Howlers. These guys take their name seriously, and can smell fear. Just look strong, and look like you're ready to scrap if it fraggin' comes to it, but it won't. These guys aren't stupid, and won't deal with drek what doesn't look easy. When you speak, make sure you back what you say, because they don't fraggin' respect a half-hooped talk, aye? And always offer something first...never let them get a favor owed from you.." She gave a nod, a devious smirk on her face, giving a wave and stepping towards the skeleton. "Aight, let's do this drek..."
Well, aight. If that's what you want, girl. Duck steps out of the Americar and into the cold Seattle night and takes all three of his shirts off, revealing his bare chest covered only by his armor vest. It's how he dresses when he wants to look "badass" at a concert and it usually works. Once they get out back and away from potential police eyes, he removes his Ingram from it's concealed holster and sticks it down the front of his waistline, making the butt and handle clearly visible. He stays quiet as Arc and her boy throw insults and posturing back and forth. Before long, the threats of dismemberment and nuclear strikes clears way for some actual information to get tossed around.
So this bullshit is all Ancients shit, huh? Or at least so says the gang that's beefin with em. I still wanna hear what Blindside says. He stays silent and stares down anyone who dares make eye contact with him, arms folded in front of his chest. It's not until Arc starts talking about a meet with the ancients that Duck feels like he needs to add anything to the conversation.
"Oil be in your brain girl. You, meetin with 'keebs."
"Naw. Me... I meet up with the Ancients." He fixes his cold dead stare on the giant troll for the first time since he arrived. Lupo doesn't so much as blink, sizing up the skinny bare armed ork with the long hair. After a second of silence, Duck continues.
"Either the hood come together on this or the hood get fucked. Girl aint playin when she talmbout nukes and shit. That's whats really real, wiz?" If he gets the shit kicked out of him for talking out of place, so be it.
Won't be the first time I've worn an assbeating and it won't be the last.
