Nicholas Wright
Human
Go on. Say 'what's all this then'. I DARE you.[A1i:4]
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Post by Nicholas Wright on May 30, 2009 18:52:48 GMT
"Terry who?" Wright asked with an eyebrow raised, having no idea who Myra was talking about. "Oh well, works for me." He shrugged.
He returned to her desk and slumped down in the chair, hand subconciously reaching for the whiskey in his drawer. He managed to stop himself, and returned his gaze to the desk, happily putting his feet up on it...
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Post by Myra Everett on May 30, 2009 18:58:10 GMT
Myra blinked slightly at Wright's lack of knowledge on Terry Pratchett, before smiling,
"I believe, sir, I have a couple of books I should lend you at some point," she said, before turning to Eleri, giving her a small nod, and making her way through the door leading to the basement. Her boots clacked on the stairs as she descended, and she peered around looking for the person who was suppose to either give her the kit she needed, or blow her to smithereens if Wright was to be believed - but she'd take that with a pinch of salt for the moment.
"Hello?"
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Post by Hadrian Beaumont on May 30, 2009 19:01:39 GMT
Hadrian looked up from where he was filling with a circuit box, torch between his teeth, screwdriver in one hand and a pair of plyers in the other.
It was the girl from upstairs, what was her name? Mimi, Myrna, Mai, Myro, Myra? Myra, yeah that was it.
"be with you in a sec." He managed to say around the flashlight before returning his attention to the box, cursing slightly when he singed his fingers but managing to connect a few things to where they should have gone and ensure the back-up systems were on a seperate bracer.
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Post by Eleri Mortymer on May 30, 2009 19:03:30 GMT
Eleri smiled at Myra, then turned in time to see Wright's feet hit the desk again. She sighed and started making mental plans to have the desk laminated or something. Or possibly get Hadrian to put some small spikes on the edge.
She shook her head at him and went to sit at her desk, reaching into her drawer to find the stack of paperwork she'd have to fill out now they'd hired Myra.
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Post by Myra Everett on May 30, 2009 19:08:56 GMT
Myra peered over at speaker, before smothering a chuckle at the torch he was attempting to balance in his mouth.
"Do you need any help with the torch?" she offered, figuring she probably should, despite the fact it was a rather funny sight to behold. She set down her shoulder bag and the bag containing her new uniform anyway, and moved so she was stood a little way behind the man - not hovering, but enough to get an idea of what he was fiddling around with.
...She couldn't help it really,
"Although Wright did say I was liable to explode if you were playing around with wires."
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Post by Hadrian Beaumont on May 30, 2009 19:16:07 GMT
The brunet glanced over his shoulder at her and shrugged, hooking the last of what he had been hooking into its rightful place before grabbing the torch from his mouth, "Aww keep your panties on." He soothed, "I'm not going to blow anyone up. I'm not the Captain." He pointed out with a smirk before glancing at her and smirking, "On second thoughts, you could take 'em off if you wanted to."
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Post by Myra Everett on May 30, 2009 19:21:12 GMT
Myra's eyebrow quirked at that,
"I'd rather keep them on, if it's all the same to you," she replied, shifting slightly to look at the wiring again curiously.
"Still. I find myself a little allergic to exploding, so I'll be taking precautions," she added.
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Post by Hadrian Beaumont on May 30, 2009 19:26:58 GMT
He shrugged and made his way past her, "Shame, I could have done with a new oil rag." He admitted nonchalantly as he began to put away his tools.
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Post by Myra Everett on May 30, 2009 19:28:40 GMT
Myra snorted slightly, and folded her arms.
"Surely your own underwear would suffice for that?"
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Post by Hadrian Beaumont on May 30, 2009 19:30:35 GMT
Hadrian gave her a grin, "I could, but my underwear doesn't have that silky smooth lacy quality that only a lady's lingerie would have." He pointed out, Eleri would have his guts for garters if she ever heard him talking to the newbie like this.
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Post by Myra Everett on May 30, 2009 19:37:28 GMT
Myra's eyebrows shot up into her hairline, before slowly creeping back down to their normal position on her forehead as she took in what Hadrian had just said.
"As delighted as I would be to know the story behind your intimate knowledge of ladies undergarments, I'm pretty sure this topic is leading us further away from the reason I came down here in the first place," she said, before tilting her head at Hadrian, "I was told you had a kit to give me?"
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Post by Hadrian Beaumont on May 30, 2009 19:40:43 GMT
The brunet mock pouted, "Killjoy." He complained briefly before beginning to drag things out into the open, "And it was getting interesting too."
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Post by Myra Everett on May 30, 2009 19:49:29 GMT
Snorting, Myra began dividing her attention between the things Hadrian was digging up, and the conversation at hand,
"I'm sure there will be opportunities to continue this line of conversation some other time," she said with a shrug. He was, after all, going to be someone she worked with from now on.
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Post by Hadrian Beaumont on May 30, 2009 19:58:11 GMT
He chuckled, "Its a date. Here's your crap. Welcome to the Edgehaven PD, try not to die." He told her cheerfully before gesturing to each piece of equipment. "All of this has yet to be fully tested so take it careful if you have to use 'em, don't worry about breaking it, I can fix just about all this stuff and if not, get some more. Silver plated baton, good for werewolves or when you just want to beat someone into submission. Tazer, two settings, human and vampire, human just makes their motorfunctions go a little messed up, causes quite a bit of pain too so avoid vital areas and wherever happens don't go for the heart or the spine. Vampire, well you can jab 'em anywhere and it'll pretty much disable them, don't want a vamp wondering around. Two sets of handcuffs, this set is for weres, if they try to pull them apart this inner ring of silver will snap down against their skin, they're magnetically charged so if they bring their wrists back together all nice like then they'll lift and the pain will stop. Both sets are reenforced with the strongest materials we could get our hands on, they're treated with industrial black diamond so they're pretty much the closest to unbreakable you can get in this day and age. Radio, works all over town and has a volume setting and hands-free set incase you're on stake-out - no antena so don't go thinking you can poke people in the eye with it. a few other knickknacks that I'm sure you recognise and know how to use, this here is a special holy water, vinegar and milk pepperspray for vampires, it'llburn 'em, cause a lot of pain but it'll heal over and stop any irritation after about an hour so there's no perminant harm. Unless they swallow it, in which case they'll have a bad case of the squits, maybe a stomach ulcer and a very bruised ego."
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Post by Myra Everett on May 30, 2009 20:11:52 GMT
Myra shrugged,
"Fair enough. It means you're paying," she said, before turning her attention to each piece of equipment as it was explained, and carefully putting most of the larger equipment into the bag with her new uniform, but setting aside the smaller equipment such as the pepper spray and holy water to go in her shoulder bag.
"I don't plan on dying," she added, a little dryly, "It's not really in my long term plan, but thank you all the same." She blinked slightly as she realised something,
"Ah. I introduced myself to Miss Mortymer earlier, but in case you didn't catch it, I'm Myra Everett," she said, extending a hand, "She did a brief round of introductions, but I was a little focused on the interview, so I wouldn't mind a memory jog," she finished, in reference to catching Hadrian's name.
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