Post by krista on Aug 5, 2010 18:49:37 GMT -7
(Really lame title, but i enjoyed writing it!)
Somestimes she wondered why they asked her to be quiet at all.
Oksana was a troll for gods sake! Mind you, anyone not wearing fabric slippers would create a horrible echoing sound treking up the barren metal stairs of the Triad warehouse she was currently in. Although she considered herself lithe and petite at a girlish 430 pounds and 8'9", the female troll considered, in retrospect, the creaking and groaning stairs attested to the fact that she was a bit rougher on them that the mainly elves and humans that used them.
Peaking the stairs, Oksana turned to the right, and walked down to the edge of the metal platform. Below her, spanning nearly a football field out, crates and boxes of what she assumed to be various weapons and other materials that the authorities in Harbin would be somewhat interested in if they hadn't already been bought off. The place was dingy, there really wasn't any other word for it. What little light that streamed in from the small windows place right up against the ceiling, seemed only to magnify the effect, as the dirt and dust that was prevalent in the air seemed to hang in suspended in it.
With a grunt, Oksana "knocked" on the last metal door on the platform, making the whole flimsy metal door shudder. No answer.
Oksana snorted with derision, she knew sure as hell he was in there. With her cyberears is wasn't hard to hear the soft breathing, the shuffling of papers, even the light steps as he moved to sit down in his desk. Rapping on the door again, this time with a single knuckle, she grinned, usually enough to scare most civillians off.
"Come now, solnechnyj... I know you are in there." She drawled in a heavily accented Mandarin. Oksana hear the slight grumble as the word "solnechnyj", spoken in her native Russian.
"Then why do you wait to come in?" The silky smooth voice replied from beyond the door.
The lady troll chuckled as she opened the door, taking care not to rip it off it's frame. "Because I value your privacy." She stepped inside, ducking her head, taking care not to catch her thick horns. "Perhaps you didn't know it was me."
A refined laugh. "Who else would create such a racket? Sometimes, I wonder why we recruited you at all, it's not as if you are.... subtle. Please, have a seat."
Oksana moved forward to stand infront of the desk, knowing very well she would destory the ornate fabric chairs if she attempted to take a seat.
The elf in front of her sat with his elbows on the desk, lower part of his face hidden by folded hands. Dark brown eyes peered at her from behind a set of black, half moon sunglasses perched upon a thin nose. His pointed ears parted his long, silken hair that hung past his shoulders, pooling on the desk infront of him, black as night against the white papers scattered across his desk.
His thin lips formed into a smirk as he lowered his hands to look at the muscle infront of him "You are lucky you are useful to me, gao ya, or you would be still be in that Russian shithole we found you in." Quirking one eyebrow, the elf eyed her suspiciously. "What is this I hear about you wanting to go back?"
With a bellowing laugh, Oksana waved a hamfist dismissevly towards the elf. "Back to that shithole of Vladivostok? Solnechnyj, you should know me better than that." She sighed, softly, become a bit more serious. "But I suppose all rumors are based, somewhat, in truth. It is not a lie that I am looking to... relocate. I'm only sorry the news didn't reach you coming from my own lips.
"But Xiaodan..." All humor dissapeared from the troll's face, lips pressing together, leaving only the two larger tusks revealed. Any time Oksana addressed the elf by name during a private conversation, she was very serious. "I am, and will remain loyal to the Triads, but I am a wanderer, as are my people. I need new scenery. I would not be dissapointed in returning to Mother Russia, but I was thinking more North West, towards St. Petersburg. I have a contact that says he knows some people up there who are in need of what I can provide."
Xiaodan cracked a very small, buisnesslike smile. "My dear, few have the... finesse that you do. Your skills, as well as your loyalty are useful to us." The black haired elf leaned back in his chair, propping his feet onto the desk. Reaching into a pocket of his suit jacket, he pulled out a nailfile, and began to shape his fingernails. "What if I was to tell you that we are exploring some... business opportunities elsewhere, that could make use of those skills?"
Oksana grunted, head tipping slightly to one side. Xiaodan smiled, he didn't even need to look up to know she was interested.
He continued to file his nails, while speaking to the bounty huner infront of him. "Our associates in Seattle are attempting to gain a stronger foothold in the region...." Xiaodan sighed, examining the shape o fhis nails, and returned to his explanation. "The Yakuza presence is becoming increasingly worrisome. We want to stop that..."
"Cold? I can do that." Oksana chuckled, a deep throaty laugh that few would recognize as female. Taking one step forward, she bent down and leaned over the desk, massive shadow overcasting the smaller elf. Xiaodan stopped filing, and looked up at her with a tired expression, as she placed one large calloused finger under his chin. "For you."
The elf's face finally cracked from the stoic expression of a gang member, to unadultered disgust and revulsion. He hissed, raising one delicate hand up to seperate himself from the troll, pushing back in his chair from his desk. "That's digusting you damn trog. Dont even joke about that."
Oksana bellowed in laughter, even as she turned and walked away to exit through the door. "Don't worry, I wouldn't." A pause, and then a trollish grin, sharp teeth exposed along side the petite tusks. "Not like you'd survive anyway."
Xiaodan sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Just go. I'll make the arrangements." He waves a dismissive hand at her. "I know, ships only."
"Good doing buisness with you." She remarked simply, as she ducked her head, avoiding scraping her horns on the metal frame, grin still playing across her thick lips.
The Mandarin elf simply sighed, and returned to his paperwork.
Somestimes she wondered why they asked her to be quiet at all.
Oksana was a troll for gods sake! Mind you, anyone not wearing fabric slippers would create a horrible echoing sound treking up the barren metal stairs of the Triad warehouse she was currently in. Although she considered herself lithe and petite at a girlish 430 pounds and 8'9", the female troll considered, in retrospect, the creaking and groaning stairs attested to the fact that she was a bit rougher on them that the mainly elves and humans that used them.
Peaking the stairs, Oksana turned to the right, and walked down to the edge of the metal platform. Below her, spanning nearly a football field out, crates and boxes of what she assumed to be various weapons and other materials that the authorities in Harbin would be somewhat interested in if they hadn't already been bought off. The place was dingy, there really wasn't any other word for it. What little light that streamed in from the small windows place right up against the ceiling, seemed only to magnify the effect, as the dirt and dust that was prevalent in the air seemed to hang in suspended in it.
With a grunt, Oksana "knocked" on the last metal door on the platform, making the whole flimsy metal door shudder. No answer.
Oksana snorted with derision, she knew sure as hell he was in there. With her cyberears is wasn't hard to hear the soft breathing, the shuffling of papers, even the light steps as he moved to sit down in his desk. Rapping on the door again, this time with a single knuckle, she grinned, usually enough to scare most civillians off.
"Come now, solnechnyj... I know you are in there." She drawled in a heavily accented Mandarin. Oksana hear the slight grumble as the word "solnechnyj", spoken in her native Russian.
"Then why do you wait to come in?" The silky smooth voice replied from beyond the door.
The lady troll chuckled as she opened the door, taking care not to rip it off it's frame. "Because I value your privacy." She stepped inside, ducking her head, taking care not to catch her thick horns. "Perhaps you didn't know it was me."
A refined laugh. "Who else would create such a racket? Sometimes, I wonder why we recruited you at all, it's not as if you are.... subtle. Please, have a seat."
Oksana moved forward to stand infront of the desk, knowing very well she would destory the ornate fabric chairs if she attempted to take a seat.
The elf in front of her sat with his elbows on the desk, lower part of his face hidden by folded hands. Dark brown eyes peered at her from behind a set of black, half moon sunglasses perched upon a thin nose. His pointed ears parted his long, silken hair that hung past his shoulders, pooling on the desk infront of him, black as night against the white papers scattered across his desk.
His thin lips formed into a smirk as he lowered his hands to look at the muscle infront of him "You are lucky you are useful to me, gao ya, or you would be still be in that Russian shithole we found you in." Quirking one eyebrow, the elf eyed her suspiciously. "What is this I hear about you wanting to go back?"
With a bellowing laugh, Oksana waved a hamfist dismissevly towards the elf. "Back to that shithole of Vladivostok? Solnechnyj, you should know me better than that." She sighed, softly, become a bit more serious. "But I suppose all rumors are based, somewhat, in truth. It is not a lie that I am looking to... relocate. I'm only sorry the news didn't reach you coming from my own lips.
"But Xiaodan..." All humor dissapeared from the troll's face, lips pressing together, leaving only the two larger tusks revealed. Any time Oksana addressed the elf by name during a private conversation, she was very serious. "I am, and will remain loyal to the Triads, but I am a wanderer, as are my people. I need new scenery. I would not be dissapointed in returning to Mother Russia, but I was thinking more North West, towards St. Petersburg. I have a contact that says he knows some people up there who are in need of what I can provide."
Xiaodan cracked a very small, buisnesslike smile. "My dear, few have the... finesse that you do. Your skills, as well as your loyalty are useful to us." The black haired elf leaned back in his chair, propping his feet onto the desk. Reaching into a pocket of his suit jacket, he pulled out a nailfile, and began to shape his fingernails. "What if I was to tell you that we are exploring some... business opportunities elsewhere, that could make use of those skills?"
Oksana grunted, head tipping slightly to one side. Xiaodan smiled, he didn't even need to look up to know she was interested.
He continued to file his nails, while speaking to the bounty huner infront of him. "Our associates in Seattle are attempting to gain a stronger foothold in the region...." Xiaodan sighed, examining the shape o fhis nails, and returned to his explanation. "The Yakuza presence is becoming increasingly worrisome. We want to stop that..."
"Cold? I can do that." Oksana chuckled, a deep throaty laugh that few would recognize as female. Taking one step forward, she bent down and leaned over the desk, massive shadow overcasting the smaller elf. Xiaodan stopped filing, and looked up at her with a tired expression, as she placed one large calloused finger under his chin. "For you."
The elf's face finally cracked from the stoic expression of a gang member, to unadultered disgust and revulsion. He hissed, raising one delicate hand up to seperate himself from the troll, pushing back in his chair from his desk. "That's digusting you damn trog. Dont even joke about that."
Oksana bellowed in laughter, even as she turned and walked away to exit through the door. "Don't worry, I wouldn't." A pause, and then a trollish grin, sharp teeth exposed along side the petite tusks. "Not like you'd survive anyway."
Xiaodan sighed, leaning back in his chair. "Just go. I'll make the arrangements." He waves a dismissive hand at her. "I know, ships only."
"Good doing buisness with you." She remarked simply, as she ducked her head, avoiding scraping her horns on the metal frame, grin still playing across her thick lips.
The Mandarin elf simply sighed, and returned to his paperwork.
I figured that was the case!