Uncle Marco<br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200072.msg9967199#msg9967199">Quote from: CarnivalOfTheGoat on 11-05-2014, 05:53:51</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">Rez looks away as the window comes down, gazing out the door through which one so recently exited in bad company, and another arrived accompanied by the distinct smell of apples and cinnamon. What the Chopper is doing, though, is turning a moderately irritable glare on something other than Amanuel. Presumably because said expression is not for him.<br/><br/>In fact, what comes out is likely as close to an apology as anyone is liable to hear, and that only to those entirely familiar with the ramifications of what had just happened, almost happened, and didn't happen, respectively.<br/><br/>"It's y'r ground, here, but I gotta promise I hadda keep, Screws. Needed'm alive, not y'r hood ornament." She absent-mindedly shoves the sawn-off into its holster, its purpose as negotiating and door-knocking tools now well-obviated. "So's ya know." She nods, as if finding agreement with what she's just said and how she's said it. "When y'r done'th breakfast, come find me. Might've some work f'r y'hands."<br/><br/>The top Vulture leaves it at that, stepping down off the sideboard of the M-ATV and swaggering over towards Marco as she peels off one of her heavy leather gauntlets. "Done," she spits dryly into her palm before taking his, "An' done." She nods thoughtfully. "If th'stuff's real, ya. Could be it is. Came up with a shiny new gun right quick, din't he?"<br/><br/>"'Bout that, tho. I gotta go sit on'is chest an' listen t'all his precious endearments. Gonna probly be a while. Better be a while."<br/><br/>She had, after all, given her word. And in the strange, disjointed, semi-familial mob that was the flock of <em>los Buitres</em>, the only thing that could be depended on with more certainty than their leader's imminent violence was her word to her own.<br/><br/>Some days that prioritization concerned her.<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>"About that gun, dear", Marco frowned.<br/>"Could you show it to Ammanuel, Stefan and Top Dog on the way out, please? I want to know what they all know about it. Seen it, seen others like it, where can more be found... is anyone selling. Stuff like that. Because unless he was dragging himself through the wastes, I don't get it how he got to a stache. If it was near town, it would have been found by our scavengers."<br/>"And... oh, hey, food! And a Rose!"<br/><br/><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote"><a href="https://elliquiy.com/forums/index.php?topic=200072.msg9967391#msg9967391">Quote from: Shjade on 11-05-2014, 06:45:00</a></div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote"><div align="center"><em>Ethereal Rose</em></div><br/>Rose keeps herself out of the limelight post-entrance, quite happy to be neither focus nor leverage in whatever unpleasantness is going on with these two gangs and the outsider. They were usually pretty casual about violence, at least the instances she'd seen, so the fact they seemed to have a more personal interest in this guy than most didn't bode well. Likely a bad time to draw attention to oneself, considering.<br/><br/>Fortunately, she has a much more pleasant excuse for being in the area. With the window out of the way she's clear to hand an apple fritter over to Amanuel, or rather, to hold one up where he can reach it. In her time around the gearhead she'd learned a few things about good etiquette in the workshop: one, don't touch the tools without asking first. Two, don't ask any questions you don't want answered. Three, don't ask about the stains; you will not want those answers. Four, if Amanuel is inside a vehicle, stay outside the vehicle. That last one was more Rose's personal stance on the matter than a courtesy rule around the Savvyhead. Maybe it was taking it a little too literally to simply hold the fritter up outside the window to be taken rather than actually reach inside the cab to hand it over, but then, this was a hell of a lot more vehicle than she'd ever seen left to Amanuel's passions before. It just seems like a good idea to be cautious until she has a better bead on the situation.<br/><br/>As an aside, she traded fritters in moving from hood to door, pulling one of the two clean ones out to donate instead. She'd keep the one she tapped on blood residue for someone else. Oh, hey, Marco's right here. How convenient. Once Rez has said her piece and moved on, Rose tosses that first fritter to the Dogs' master. "Yeah," she says, "I can see that. Different kinda mess than your usual 'refactoring,' though. Lemme know if you need a hand cleaning shit up later; I might have a few minutes tonight. You can catch me up on whatever the fuck this was."<br/><br/>Rose shifts away from Amanuel's door then, backpedaling slowly along the side of the vehicle with her eyes on Marco. "I go away for a few days and you start letting the birds take all the meat, hey, Unc?" Rose skirts around the outside of the armored car, rapping the hull with her knuckles here and there in a quiet rhythm, as if trying to find the hardware's heartbeat. "Damn fine toys, I'll give him that. Didn't expect I'd get a chance to look at it up close like this without bullets flyin'."<br/><br/>The last fritter's for her: she munches into it coming around to the passenger side, leaning into the metal. "Must be havin' good times, stuff like this floating around in your hold. I <em>marvel</em> at your success."<br/></blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div>Marco catches the fritter and smiles. "I now love you more than ever. Being pointed at with a gun always opens my appetite...for lots of stuff, but this will do it for the food part."<br/>He laughs throaty and shakes his head.<br/>"They took nothing inside the hold, dear. You know my rules, you know how they don't apply outside unless it concerns my people. And Warner wasn't my man, though I'd have offered it, had he come earlier."<br/>The Uncle keeps munching before adding.<br/>"And I bought the armoured beauty from them, though I'm leaving it under the tender care of Ammanuel. I know he wouldn't allow it to rust or anything, and you can look. Everyone wins, as far as I can tell."<br/>Finishing the apple fritter, he starts stretching his shoulders, so her next words caught him unaware.<br/>"You<em>marvel</em>? Well, I'd like to claim all the credit, but I'm just the man that was chosen long ago to take all the decisions nobody else felt like making. I turned out to be good at it, nothing more. If you want, we might have a drink tonight after sunset, and I could tell you more about that time."<br/>He rises and leaves. Enough was said, and there was nobody in the hold that ignored where Uncle Marco leaves. Then he stops.<br/>"Take good care of the armoured beauty, Ammanuel. We can hopefully discuss plans about it tomorrow, but I feel like taking a bath. Right now."<br/>Then he leaves. Outside, before going to his place, he turns to his men.<br/>"You did well! I'm proud of you, including your restraint. That not a single bullet was fired unnecessarily shows that you've been really, really learning how to be a team and not just a gang of individuals. Good job!", he nods towards Stephan and Top Dog.<br/>"Drink well tonight, and have company, it's on my tab! Just don't fight Los Buitres, they'll be relaxing as well."