Jul 21, 2024 2:08:32 GMT
Post by Elias on Jul 21, 2024 2:08:32 GMT
 | The Bird of Hermes is my name Eat My WINGS TO KEEP ME TAME |
It was a rather odd request, though not the oddest Elias had fulfilled. Manipulating the viscidity and thickness of a quirk-made venom was a unique undertaking that he was quite willing to attend. Another newcomer, at least among the Wish-Maker's circles, had made the request. Now, after tapping the right contacts, tugging the right threads, and assembling a proper prototype, it was time to put the little device to the test.
"Well, little spider, I do believe it's time for you to earn those launchers. Do so, and the Hibernacula's doors, including my continued services, will be open to you," Elias mused from behind his owl mask.
They occupied a dingy hotel room with a view across the street of an equally dingy bar. Not quite unassuming, but not the sort of place one would expect masterminded plots to be orchestrated. A truth sold the lie. Now, it was their target.
"The Primal Pour, the new home of the Skull Riders. They're a troublesome lot. Knocked down a few pegs some time back. Since then, they've been plotting reckless plots that have grown to thorns in my side. Take them out, and the launchers are yours free of charge. And, as I said, I'll grant you entrance to the Hibernacula, the perfect spot for one such as yourself to find work, make friends, and so forth. Understand?"
The Skull Riders were an assortment of criminal bikers. Elias killed their former leader. Whoever ran the crew now though, while slightly less blunt, was smarter than their predecessor. Those reckless plots weren't entirely indirect. So, this new leader needed to be smothered, along with the rest of the crew. He would let the Spider make the first move, then would move to support him. It was time to ensnare their prey.
"Well, little spider, I do believe it's time for you to earn those launchers. Do so, and the Hibernacula's doors, including my continued services, will be open to you," Elias mused from behind his owl mask.
They occupied a dingy hotel room with a view across the street of an equally dingy bar. Not quite unassuming, but not the sort of place one would expect masterminded plots to be orchestrated. A truth sold the lie. Now, it was their target.
"The Primal Pour, the new home of the Skull Riders. They're a troublesome lot. Knocked down a few pegs some time back. Since then, they've been plotting reckless plots that have grown to thorns in my side. Take them out, and the launchers are yours free of charge. And, as I said, I'll grant you entrance to the Hibernacula, the perfect spot for one such as yourself to find work, make friends, and so forth. Understand?"
The Skull Riders were an assortment of criminal bikers. Elias killed their former leader. Whoever ran the crew now though, while slightly less blunt, was smarter than their predecessor. Those reckless plots weren't entirely indirect. So, this new leader needed to be smothered, along with the rest of the crew. He would let the Spider make the first move, then would move to support him. It was time to ensnare their prey.
