<div class="floatleft">(https://elliquiy.com/elluiki/images/1/15/Richard_Lancaster_2.jpg)</div><br/><strong>Name:</strong>Rick Lancaster (https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=283758.msg13963370#msg13963370)<br/><strong>Date/Time:</strong>January 1st, 2018<br/><strong>Status:</strong>---<br/><strong>Notes/Triggers:</strong><br/><strong>Tagging: </strong>Anyone/Open<br/><hr/><hr/><br/>While he paced, Rick kept his eyes and ears open to what was going on around him. His movements slowed at the mention of the Countess' business, and how that could have related to her sudden demise. A weaponsmith who forged fine, brutal and efficient weapons? Sure, that would draw more than a few unhappy individuals out of the wood work to express their dislike of the weapon and its capabilities. But he still took in everything else that he could hear. Something good always came out, and if he was too distracted, he might miss something that would bite his arse later.<br/><br/><em>"That's fine; if you get them drawn up, I'll sign, on one condition--my lawyer reads it first. Happily, my lawyer is Mr. Zilby, and he's a boggan, so I'm sure he'll be available and can show up at an agreed-upon location as soon as possible. He better, given what I pay him. You must understand that while I want my sister avenged, I also am not going to open myself to being in a position where, if you fail or commit a heinous error, that I'm legally liable. I am not interested in grieving Calla's death in jail of all places."</em><br/><br/>Rick gritted his teeth over the last part of Harald's reply, his grip of the bat causing his knuckles to whiten a little. But when he got to josh, his anger was driven off by the look on his retainer's face. Rick shook him a few times, and was about to slap him when he finally came to.<br/><br/>"Singing. Yeah. It's...really pretty. A lot nicer than any garbage you hear on the radio. Been listening to it since we got here; I thought someone was just playing music in the park somewhere far off..."<br/><br/>"Fucking marvellous." Rick snapped his fingers in front of Josh's face to really capture his attention. "Go back to the car, and get it ready, we'll be leaving soon."<br/><br/>Rick took a few steps back closer to the Count, and the other Fae. "Oi! The singing is still happening, and it seems that the mortals can hear it, as my mate seemed to be caught up in it. So, someone might want to see about keeping people away from here, just in case."<br/><br/>Rick walked over to the Sidhe, once more stopping and openly leering at the woman. "I know some women use their looks like a weapon, but you, luv, use yours like a WMD. I know I would love to place this somewhere, but I like my limbs exactly where they are, and how they are, so..." Rick handed Arwen a cheap business card with his name "Rick" and his cell number. "I have some stuff to do for the count, so if there is anything interesting happening, like a motley get together, drop me a line."<br/><br/>Rick headed back to the car, jumped into the passenger seat and smacked Josh behind the head to stop him from listening to the singing. "C'mon, get us home." Josh glared at Rick, started the car, and drove them home.