Private Coerced and Bribed: The Adventure begins.

[Dexter Zytros]

Location: Eve Dexter's safe house
Wearing: MK I Nightsuit
Wielding: Electrostaff, Two Vibroblades, S.G.S.D Arm
Tags: Scherezade deWinter
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So Dexter might have got himself into a spot of bother.... A slight bit of bother.... a big bit of bother.... A tad life threatening.... Maybe. He may have racked up a rather handsome tab with a few bar owners who may or may not have decided it was time for him to pay... with mercenaries, even if he could pay now after his last job, they were going to come for him anyway.

The good thing was Dex was a moderately good guy.... I mean he had friends right? Well he knew people? Oki he knew a handful of people who didn't want to kill him, and the only one he didn't owe money to right now was Scherezade deWinter . She would help him out right?
He sent her a message, co-ordinates to his safe house, the current one. He wasn't going to show her his actual home, now when he knew what her glitter did.

He was waiting for her to show up, hoping she would.
He sat across from the door waiting in the tiny kitchen across, a bottle in one hand, a paper bag in the other and his blaster laid out to his right just in case she brought friends.

His apartment was dark and dimly lit by green wire lights that ran along the walls, there was one window that looked out into a more dense area of Eve, and cracks in the window that looked like someone had been pressed against it. The decor was plain, some leather sofas and a bed, bottles over most surfaces but it was still strangely clean, no dust, just bottles. Along the walls were dents and holes, the floor was clean too but was a badly cracked stone floor.
He was even in his more comfortable clothes for now, considering changing but he didn't know if she would even come so laziness won, so he was in light grey soft trousers and along sleeve top that clung to his skin, hinting to the ridges of his abs, a square mass on the left of his chest. On his feet were some fluffy pink slippers that squeaked when he walked.

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Dexter Zytros​

How adorable some people were. While Scherezade did not hold any formal position or title with the Agents of Chaos or the Scintilla, she remained part of the Firsts and the mastermind behind many of the systems that ran it on the macro level. In other words, she had more clearances than your average person did, and she exactly where each and every Agent of Chaos' house or houses were. Some habits die hard, and she still looked into files and construction of files on their people. The fact that she couldn't do it for the entire population of the Scintilla because there were too many people for that by now, annoyed her.

Still, she had known that it wasn't his personal home the moment she'd checked where it was. Some of the Agents had more than a single property, whereas others, mostly such as her, preferred to keep their lodging in the dockyard, inside their ships which also served as their homes. The levels of freedom were high, and were being used to the max.

So when she showed up, wearing an incredibly short skirt and a pink top, no one would've been able to guess that she had guessed it could either be something personal, or something work related. Her outfit, as many others that she owned, were perfect for the job, of course. If it was personal or pleasure, she was appropriately dressed. If it was business, then there was no skirt too short in the 'verse under which she couldn't hide at least a knife or two. There were more than four hidden across her body and you're never going to know where.

Finding the area wasn't too hard. At this point, she was certain she could navigate without the Force and completely blindfolded through most of the city's inhabited areas. Jumping up the final steps, the door was quickly found as well, and Scherezade cleared her throat before she knocked.

 

[Dexter Zytros]

Dexter's watch would bleep. Just once, alerting him the main entrance had been opened.
Either his teeth were about to see his throat or this was Scherezade.
He prayed it was her.
He'd place down the bottle and pick up his blaster instead, twirling in and raising it, pressing it to the door before his other hand would open the door. He'd hold up the paper bag of cheese, not letting his eyes glance pass the door in case they decided to start firing. If the door was shoved he'd fire knowing it wasn't Scherezade. If the bag of cheese cubes was taken.... if was definitely her. Paranoid yes?

Once he knew it was her and her alone he would open the door fully, a smile on his face with eyes that widened at the short skirt.
"I must have been behaving to have such a nice gift for the eyes." He'd wink at her stepping to the side to let her in. " Thanks for coming, can I get you a drink? " His voice Gravelly like he'd been asleep.... or hadn't spoken a word in a few weeks. " Maybe some more cheese?" He'd smirk moving back to his spot in the kitchen. Popping down his blaster and swapping it with his bottle.
"Sorry to drag you out here... Just... I need some help... and it's gotta be big." He'd say simply, biting his lower lip with a half smile. He was hopeful but he would understand if she didn't wanna get involved. "Heist wise, We'll split it 50 50 and I'll owe you big time, anything you need, just ask situation." He's look at her the light humor was put to the side for now as he spoke, not wanting to waste her time. "I'm just a killer, I don't know the best places to hit to make big." He'd say tapping his chest with his thumb before pointing to her with his bottle still in hand. " But you.... you know a lot more than you let one.... So if you'll help me, we'll make it big and i'll owe you big." He'd cock his head at her before sipping again waiting to see if she would accept or walk out the door.

Scherezade deWinter

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Dexter Zytros​

She could smell his blood as he approached the door, frowning as she thought for a moment that the precise movement of hi blood veins seemed a wee bit weird. If it was a trap, she hoped for him that it was a damn good one. A moment later, when the bag of cheese appeared, Scherezade could do little but nod. "Okay, good one," she said as she grabbed the bag and opened it, inhaling the cheesy smell as deeply as she good. Some might think that this was because of the cheese meme, but no, it was but one way to try to smell out potential poisons. Never trust a reasonably attractive man and the free food or drinks he offered you.

She looked at him suspiciously when the door finally opened, and there he was. His attempt at flirting was met with a roll of the eyes, but she still entered the apartment, still sniffing the bag of cheese in her hands. "Cream," she answered when a drink was offered, "full fat and either super cold or frothy, not room temperature. Ice cubes work too." Was she pushing it? He was offering drinks so things to make cocktails out of were probably in his current inventory.

Soon enough, and without that she'd actually said anything of any importance, Dexter spilled the beans. He'd asked her there because he needed a favor, and then he spoke of hitting places big.

Scherezade's eyes focused on him, the glow slightly illuminating the surrounding area.

"If you can't do it without me, offering a 50/50 split is insulting," she pointed out with a grin. Her hand now at last reached into the paperbag, and she tossed a few of the cheese cubes into her mouth, her smile turning to that of satisfaction. Dexter knew how to be a pain in the butt, but if that bag was a representative of his taste in cheeses, that just made him wayyyy more tolerable for the time being!

"But I'm a benevolent woman," she purred, "65%, and I take you swear upon your blood, and give me a drop of it. It binds you to that favor you'll owe me. To be collected at any time."

 

[Dexter Zytros]

Dexter would nod when she gave him her drink order. Surprisingly he wouldn't seem to be bothered by it, going to his fridge that seemed to have no food at all just bottles, and garnishes and pretty much anything for making drinks but nothing for actually eating, other than a few paper bags like the one he gave her.
He'd take out the creme as he listened to her speaking, he was smiling as he listened to her.

"50/50's fair if its the amount of coin I'm hoping for." He'd chuckle as his hands would pour the cream, add the ice cubes and give it a shake with a bartender flair before serving it up in a cold clean glass before pushing it towards her.
His lips were curled in a smile as he looked at her. " 65.... I can work with 60.... and I'll throw in another bag of cheese... " He'd clearly wince at the request of blood... but he would take his left hand offering it to her. " Blood it is.... but why is it always blood with people... there are other more enjoyable ways of getting liquid out of someone." He'd smirk but he would look away from his hand as his other would hold it at the elbow, pinning it for her, he didn't like blood at the best of times, so giving her the chance to take what she wanted from him made him a little squeamish.

"Just, don't get me killed, I can be useful....and you'd miss me after." His eyes would look to hers, focusing on her, his smirk had faded only reappearing when the cut was made and the miss me words would join it. Part of him wondered what he planned to do with his blood but he knew it would probably creep him right out. " So, what ya got in mind? " He'd ask softly taking a towel from the side.

Scherezade deWinter

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Dexter Zytros​

60 percent. She nodded to that. He was a lucky man that he hadn't tried to go for lower than that. And then came the smile. Scherezade laughed as she took a sip from her drink. Baby, you're cold as ice, la la la…

Sighing, Scherezade took a seat and leaned in it, popping a few cheese cubes into her mouth before answering.

"I am a Blood Hound," she explained, "And a Sith. And a bunch of other things. When you give me your blood, you give me power over it. When you make an oath over blood of yours that I get to keep, it enforces the demand of the oath made. It means I can find you, wherever you are."

She let that sink in for a moment. It was a high price to demand in certain cases, and it could absolutely be misused, though she'd never done so in the past. Usually her tricks worked to find people or hurt people. But then again, no one'd actually tried to turncoat on her or break an oath since she'd learned about her little tricks. It was almost disappointing.

"And you're just another weapon for me right now," she put things on the table as they were, "I don't know if you've noticed, but I'm not really big on all that flirty thing."

And after the last time something had happened because she'd been just as flirty as the other side, it had ended in alcoholism, doom, gloom, and death. Many of her failures in existence were tied to that moment. She would never let something as dumb as that happen again.

Pulling a knife from the back of her shirt, she placed it on the table. It had a wooden-looking like hilt, and markings were engraved. It looked super spiritual and important, almost like a relic she carried around with her. But honestly, it was just a plain kitchen knife that she'd seen at one of the Coruscant malls, one of those things they made to make house wives happy because being able to choose a non-standard looking like borderline art knife gave them the illusion of control over their lives. Scherezade loved to make it seem more important than it was. She was probably going to throw it away soon.

"So just one prick," she said sweetly, "one drop of blood, from your finger. I will collect it, and then we can proceed."

 

[Dexter Zytros]

Dexter would listen, the terms of the blood hound surprised him but being tracked wasn't something he was new too.
"I ain't a man to go back on my word once I've made it.... besides if you were going to hurt me, you have plenty of other ways to do it... I'm used to being watched." He'd say pointing to his left eye but would leave it at that for now.
"I don't mind being a weapon... " He'd smirk looking to her with a grin. "Mehh, flirting is harmless unless you get feelings involved.... by the way you seem about it, sounds like you did. " He wasn't completely clueless about love and feelings he just preferred to avoid them himself, and so far he had done well. He'd take a swig of his beer before shaking his head. " Don't worry I won't ask for the story unless you wanna tell it, Darlin."

He'd glance to the knife before looking away again with widening eyes. Yeah nope.... big fancy knives normally meant Dex was gonna see lots of blood shed. He kept his hand out to her, he was prepared to do this whatever it took. He would avoid looking at his hand till she took the blood from him. After he would slickly move his hand under the bench having taken the towel and would quickly cover up his hand. He could handle small amounts of blood but having been rather sober his tolerance of it was low. He event went as far to get up off the seat turning away from her as he fetched another bottle of beer from the fridge letting her do what she wanted with the blood so he didn't have to watch.
Muttering as he moved. "What is it with gorgeous women wanting my blood." His hand would pop another bottle before he'd turn again looking to her.
"Is that everything you need?.... I'm on a slight dead line here, I just wanna make sure we have a real solid plan." He looked at the door a little jumpy as he pushed back his mop of hair from his face.

Scherezade deWinter

 

[Scherezade deWinter]

Dexter Zytros​

Scherezade's eyes narrowed. She was not about to explain that she did. Punching someone hard enough to make them lose teeth was much more satisfying. And made for more comfortable snoozing later on. "If I wanted to hurt you, you'd already be missing your other arm," she retorted, raising an eyebrow.

His hand now given to her, Scherezade grabbed her knife and have him the prick, letting a single drop of blood swell until it looked like a tiny hemoglobin filled beetle. With most people she did this to, she had no qualms licking to get the blood into her mouth. With Dexter… There was no way in nine hells she was going to give him the benefit of having a body part of his touch her tongue. She pressed his finger until the drop rolled off, and grabbed it with her hand, flicking that clean with her tongue.

Scherezade's vision flushed red and she shook her head to get rid of it, the last few seconds of Dexter's life running before her eyes in that crimson haze, and she saw herself, sitting there with the knife, moving and talking. Ugh. She hated seeing herself like that. There was a reason she didn't have eyes that could look at herself when she was animated.

Blinking back into the here and now, the Blood Hound looked at Dexter again. He was awfully fussy about this blood stuff. Wasn't he supposed to be a combatant or something?

"Solid plan?" she asked, repeating what he wanted, "What's a solid plan?"

Scherezade… Basically kicked doors down and played by ear. That was the solidest of all plans ever made. It was known.