@Shuri-the-Floof-Doggo
"You remember Medea? It's that one…" He said. "That witch… She's been freezing her ass of in the Last Circle of Hell, but now she's back!"
"You remember Medea? It's that one…" He said. "That witch… She's been freezing her ass of in the Last Circle of Hell, but now she's back!"
Raaji raises an eyebrow. “The Medusa.” He rubs his hands together. “So, is there a plan or are we just going to start throwing our bodies at her and hope one of our statues kills her.” He says in a rather serious tone.
"Not Medusa, the witch Medea, the one who helped and later betrayed Jason, supposedly." He said. "Are you in?"
Raaji’s smug expression just suddenly fades. “Why does western culture insist on having names as close as that.” He shakes his head then looks back at Byron. “Course I am in.”
Byron throws him the wallet. "Twenty grand today, two hundred grand after." He informed, his words icy.
Raaji whistles softly as he catches it. “Damn, can’t imagine what Medea did to piss you off.” He pockets the wallet. “When do I start on.”
"She didn't piss me off, my client, wants her head though… And we start tomorrow, we'll be flying to Greece." He replied.
(Where are we? Like what country.)
('Murica, bsby!)
(We'll skip the boring shit, and have them step out of the airport… Is that OK?)
(Yea go for it.)
Byron stepped out of the Grecian airport, into the city of Athens, it's polluted air and archaic architecture made it seem malevolent, and rotten, and perfect for Medea. He sighed.
"I trust you've never worked with vampires, before?" He asked.
Raaji following suit in his now Black tuxedo and white dress gloves, but didn’t remove his blue turban. “No, I am not one to dabble in the supernatural.” He glances around the city and scrunches his nose up at the smell.
"Understandable…" Byron says, taking out his phone. He starts to text someone.
"Hang on, it's about to get crazy." He warns, wrinkling his nose. "God, Greece isn't what I remember!" He said, wanting to vomit.
Raaji looks at him then back at the city. “Well it’s certainly not what I expected it to be.” He checks his coat pockets. “Damn.” He forgot he had to ditch his Lugar he was ever so fond of carrying. He did still have his knife. He then panickingly looks at Byron. “Wait what do you mean it’s gonna get crazy?”
"I'm filthy rich, so…"
Byron smiled, as a black seige van pulled up to them. A man in a white Clerical collar opened the sliding side door for them.
"Time to get out of the fucking Sun." He mused, stepping in.
Raaji totally blanks out at the sight of this. He quickly follows Byron as not to be left behind. “Well I certainly wasn’t expecting this.” He grunts. He was beyond weirded out at this point. But if the job was gonna pay, it was gonna pay. He stops questioning it.
(Is it OK, so far?)
The vampire takes a seat qt the back, by the priest, eyeing him with cheeky amusement.
"Don't look at me, demon filth!" He says, in an oddly mellow state, getting a chuckle from Byron, who chuckled.
"How does it feel to have to work with a vampire?" He asked. The priest took out a sawed-off shotgun. "Not one more word." He snarled, at Byron. The vampire started to laugh, bemused. "Have fun killing Medea by yourself then." He teased.
Silence.
The gun was stowed.
"I'm sorry, Raaji, you know how Exorcists can be…"
(Yea it’s fine…)
Raaji noted the exchange between the two. “Well. I certainly do now.” As he goes to take a seat. He was a little nervous seeing how he didn’t have his handgun anymore and this priest had a shotgun.
"I'll protect you." Byron said, flatly.
"Sebastian? Do you have the stash?" He asked a man in a tuxedo, with a receding hairline almost as bad as the priest's…
"Certainly." He replied.
He brought out an enormous case, like a great coffin.
"Well, open it!"
Raaji jokingly mutters “nuclear bomb?” He looks around for an answer.
They open the case, peeling the lid back. Inside are two Glock 18's, a P90, an AR-15, and M97, and a machete.
"The ammunition is under this case." He states.
Raaji sees the case open and sees all the weapons. “Ah. Not a nuke.”
"Of course not." Byron replies. "I assume you would like the M79, it's a single-shot, shoulder-fired grenade launcher!" He adds.
Raaji’s eyes light up at that and he starts cackling evilly. “Ohohohoho I like it!” He rubs his hands together sinisterly.
"Very well." Byron says. "You'll have plenty of opportunities to use it."
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