3232/Log 3232

Log 3232
Date of Scene:	24 November 2017
Location:	Unknown
Synopsis:	Summary needed
Cast of Characters:	Sabretooth, Ravager

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Sabretooth has posed:
    It is late at night in the middle of the city. This is the area that the good people don't go to. The buildings are run down and mostly missing windows. Trash is littered everywhere. There is a police siren in the distance, but they don't usually come this way unless it is something big. Just too much.

    Inside one of the abandoned warehouses, there is a small group beginning to gather. Word on the street is that this is a spot for Taskmaster and his training, but no one really knows if that is true. Either way, only those that operate on a certain side of the law will probably have heard about this place especially as it can move from place to place within the city.

    Victor Creed comes into the warehouse. He is wearing a large canvas coat and towers over most of the others that are here by over half a foot. He slowly looks around with a predator's smile on his face. There is a make shift bar off to one side with rot gut liquor for the most part or what could be stolen from the back of bars. To the other side are people beginning to pair off and fight. Some call it training. Some call it just brutal beatings.

Ravager has posed:
Ravager walks into the dark garage, and the welcome committee gives her the eye as she does, or rather he gives her sword the eye. She kicks a piece of trash and gives him the eye right back, then continues on her way to check in with her ultra secret contact in the ultra secret meeting place. She walks past two men fighting and they stumble past her, one of them falling down in front of her, so she bends down and gives him some advice, "Try ducking," she advices and smiles sweetly. She steps over him as the other men walks to her in order to return to kicking his buddy's ass.

Ravager stops and says something to a little man, a dwarf of a man, literally. The man smiles, chuckling. She looks a little pissed off at what he says in the short conversation, but the little guy shakes his head, waddling off. Ravager walks to the bar indignantly and looks back and forth for whoever is tending bar, looking god damn impatient now.

Sabretooth has posed:
    A man appears from inside an office and heads over to the bar, manning the tender's position. He gives Ravager the once over with his eyes. He admires and questions if she should be here at the same time. "What?" he asks gruffly even as his eyes go to the sword she is carrying. "What will it be?" he corrects, but his voice still lacks friendliness.

    Victor is standing now at the other end of the bar. He gives a slight chuckle at the tone of the bartender's voice. "Buddy, when someone walks into a place like this with a sword like that, you are lucky your head isn't already off with that tone," he says to the man. His own fingers drum on the bar with a dull thudding sound but replaced by a clicking sound of claw on bad wood.

Ravager has posed:
Ravager is leaning on the bar and looks up as the man asks her a question, not saying anything as the mighty Victor answers for her. She glances at him blandly and then eyes the guy tending the bar, pointing at a lil spot in front of her, "I want my contract," she says, tapping the wooden spot with her red nail, "Doesn't have to be on a platter. Just give me the contract," she explains, "That's why I'm here."

Ravager waits a moment while the bartender frowns and looks dumb. She glances at Victor Creed again, "Lil Jim says somebody's got my contract. You ever heard of such a thing?" she asks him, thumbing back toward where the midget was standing explaining it to her, "It isn't you, is it?" she asks.

Sabretooth has posed:
    "Yeah, and I'm the Queen of Sheba. I don't just give up information for nothing, Sweetie," leers the bartender. "You should know the rules before you walk in here. Nothing is free and especially not information. You want something, you better be prepared to pay or fight for it." He leans back against the wall behind him, crossing his arms in front of him. He looks annoyed and smirking at the same time.

    Victor gives another dark chuckle and nods. "Those are the rules. Still, wouldn't think some Frail would be so brazen to pick a fight in here if she can't back it up." As his claws click on the bar, another man comes up with a glass and a bottle and sets it in front of Victor. Apparently he has been there before. "Don't think I know you, Frail, but thought I know all of our sorts."

Ravager has posed:
Ravager sneers and shakes her head, "Call me sweetie again and I'll chop your fingers off," she tells the bartender, not really caring about Lil Jim's rules for the Warehouse at the moment, because she's been jipped and robbed of her contract. "Talk talk talk. This is like watching CNN. I don't want information. I want the contract I came down here for, god dammit," she comments. She looks at Victor Creed again, "Call me Ravager. I don't know who has my contract, but I'm getting pissed off talking about it."

Sabretooth has posed:
    "Raveger then," Victor says with a nod. "My name is Victor Creed although most folks around here know me as Sabretooth." He pours himself a drink of the dark liquid in the bottle in front of him. "If you hate talking, then draw, Little Frail. Or pony up the money he is going to want for that information." He downs the drink quickly and clicks the glass back on the bar. "Those are the ways to get things done and avoid talking." He glances towards the bartender who had taken a step back and away from Ravager looking a tad nervous for the moment. He looks back towards Ravager. "I would leave his tongue functional though. He might actually need to speak and tell you something after you decide what you do next."

Ravager has posed:
Ravager frowns at this Victor Creed guy, "So the lil girl has to kick all the asses to get what she wants, huh? Real f****** cute. I don't think I like this Warehouse and these Warehouse rules," she comments blandly, then draws her sword and slices in half the wooden outcropping in front of her, the electricity of the sword vibrating with power. She steps through the hole she made and stands in front of the bartender, "Where you goin, jackass?" she asks, "I'm just a little girl, right?" she says and smiles knowingly.

Sabretooth has posed:
    Victor grabs the whisky bottle just as the bar splits in two thanks to Raveger. He laughs as she begins to go after the bartender. "Nice sword, Frail. Seem to know how to use it too." He glances towards the bartender. "I'd say you are...well, running out of options."

    "Okay, okay..." The bartender holds up his hands in surrender as he shrinks back against the wall trying to get away from the approaching Ravager. "Look, Lil Jim isn't here....so...so...let me see what I c-c-can do in the meantime. Alright?" He stays crouched down but is trying to almost crab walk back towards the office. "I think there might be something in the office...."

Ravager has posed:
Ravager points her sword toward the office and lets the bartender go, "Okay, so Lil Jim's not here. And I'm not going to kick his ass. I'm going to kick your ass. Now go find the name of who has my contract," she tells him. She turns back to the broken bar and walks up to Victor Creed like a bartender would, "I'm guessing he's getting a sub-machine gun or a grenade, so I'll have a drink I think before he comes back and we get more trouble," she tells Victor, bending over to pick up two glasses from the floor, putting them out on a broken piece of wood for him. She pours some vodka, "Thirsty?"

Sabretooth has posed:
    Victor stands there and watches Ravager collect the glasses from the floor and pour the vodka. "Takes a brave soul to drink out of a glass that has been on the floor in this place," he says reaching towards one of the glasses. "Perhaps you are more than just a pretty face and a sharp.....sword." He raises the glass towards her in a Cheers motion.

    Indeed, the bartender has to scramble and crawl into the office as Ravager turns towards Victor. There drawers can be heard opening and a search being conducted. "Just one more minute..." he calls out from the office in a shaky voice.

Ravager has posed:
Ravager downs her lil glass of vodka and replaces it on the broken piece of wood, but it falls off and crashes to the ground. "Countdown," she mutters, "Guess I could come back. You sure don't know anything about this, huh?" she asks Victor, glancing around the room, "Since you and I are the only ones in here," she adds. She lowers the sword to her side as she turns her body, readying herself for the bartender's attack.

Sabretooth has posed:
    Victor turns his head and looks about. Yes, the place has cleared out. Amazing what a little dangerous rumble will do to people who think they are badasses. He snorts and looks back to Ravager. "Show some actual danger, they scurry. Pathetic. If this is a Taskmaster outfit, he needs to find some better goons to train." He shifts to lean against the broken bit of bar and downs the vodka. He pours some of the whisky he had saved back into the glass and offers it towards Ravager. "Trust me?" he asks with a chuckle.

    The bartender comes running out now with a sawed off shotgun. He lifts it to aim towards the pair. "Go to Hell," he screams out and fires off a blast from the shotgun.

Ravager has posed:
Ravager lies in wait for the deceptive bartender, knocking his shotgun up as it goes off, and she takes a step forward, slicing him in half. The vibrating electricity sets his clothes on fire and he burns on the ground, "Well, guess I'll have to come back," she tells Victor Creed and smirks. She then turns back to Victor Creed and smiles evilly, taking the lil vodka glass from him, "Guess it was too good to be true anyway," she explains. She downs the shot of vodka.