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Post by Carter on Apr 28, 2010 19:21:29 GMT -4
"Tell me your terms and I'll take them into consideration."
Carter shrugged slightly as he shifted his dagger from one hand to the other. The archangel hadn't exactly told him "no" so that was a step in the right direction. Though Carter wasn't exactly certain how valuable a hound of God was and how pissed they would be to learn he had been hiding Mercy but time would tell no doubt.
"Your offer of 13 months douche bag free isn't really worth me risking my neck...cause lets call a spade a spade Mikey I can hide from you lot and you know it. So lets work on something of a bit more permanent bases," Carter explained with a smile leaning against the wall behind him slightly. He may have looked rather relaxed but he was still very much on his guard and he knew that Michael was aware of that fact as well.
"Not for myself though, don't worry about that I have no delusions of grandeur in regards to being done with you fucks any time soon. But tell me Mikey...you lot been short a Hound of God recently?"
Carter couldn't help the smile which spread across his face as he stared back at the archangel.
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Post by Dani Cross on Apr 28, 2010 20:44:38 GMT -4
A scowl crossed Michael's face momentarily when Carter mentioned a more permanent arrangement. There was no way she could justify letting him run free for the rest of his life, even if it meant sacrificing Castiel's grace. It sucked, but priorities and all. They really needed to limit the potential world enders that were running around.
When he mentioned that it was for someone else, a Hound of God it would seem, she couldn't keep a hint of surprise from showing. He was showing concern for another? The Archangel was positive that he would have more demands, but still, this was unusually charitable for him. His request was also within the realm of Michael's power. Sure whoever was in charge of the Hound would probably be pissed at her, but well, she outranked just about everyone. He or she could deal.
"I am not in charge of the Hounds of God, but if you wish to make one. . .disappear from our sight, then I may be able to bring that to the table, providing he or she does not intend to bring evil upon my Father's creations." Michael raised one eyebrow questioningly while her head tilted slightly to the side. "Is there anything else?"
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Post by Carter on Apr 28, 2010 23:35:09 GMT -4
"I am not in charge of the Hounds of God, but if you wish to make one. . .disappear from our sight, then I may be able to bring that to the table, providing he or she does not intend to bring evil upon my Father's creations. Is there anything else?"
Carter stared at Michael for several seconds not able to hide the dumb struck look in response to the rather easy way Michael had agreed to his terms.
"Would have asked for a fucking pony if I knew it was gonna be that easy," Carter muttered his eyes still staring guardidly at Michael.
Carter frowned for a moment though as he re processed Michael's words.
"Wait wait wait wait wait wait. I'm not hiding the Hound; or well right now yes I am but that's not the deal. The deal is that you leave her alone...forever. Mercy Thompson off of the God List from this day on. She gets to live her life as she wants without the Puppy Pound coming to knock on her door and I get 3 weeks of silence to mend my wounds after your little grace rescueing mission."
Carter crossed his arms in front of his chest as he glared back at Michael.
"Mercy's freedome and a 3 week break for me. Your word for the graces."
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Post by Dani Cross on Apr 29, 2010 18:06:37 GMT -4
"Oh no, she won't have to worry about hiding from us. I know how to help your friend." Michael said, still considering Carter's offer. It was a easy thing really, the deal was reasonable enough. The only trick would be how to help the Hound of God. Carving seals into his or her ribs seemed a little extreme, something wearable would be much simpler. She didn't have one on her though.
"We have a deal Carter. I'll need to meet this Hound though, I can't hold up my end unless I do. You have my word that I will bring him or her no harm."
Michael held out her hand to seal the deal. The simple exchange of words would normally suffice, but the stakes were especially high, and a bargan based on action was required from the angel. Handshakes were a normal human sign of agreement, one that was understood by both parties.
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Post by Carter on May 1, 2010 10:11:56 GMT -4
"Oh no, she won't have to worry about hiding from us. I know how to help your friend."
Carter kept his gaze locked upon Michael as she spoke; and even with the less then violent take on the conversation his dagger was still very much held within his grasp.
"She's a business associate not my friend," Carter protested in regards to the angels word choice. It was simply business after all. Mercy had paid him a great deal of money to keep her away from the arch assholes and since they seemed to annoy fuck all out of each other this would be a better solution...so he liked to convice to himself.
"We have a deal Carter. I'll need to meet this Hound though, I can't hold up my end unless I do. You have my word that I will bring him or her no harm."
Carter's eyes darkened considerable and the temperature dropped in the room significantly as Michael added on that Mercy would need to meet the archangel in order for this deal to work out. That hadn't been part of the original deal he was pretty damn fucking sure about that. He could put up a pretty damn good fight against the archangel but he would prefer Mercy not be in the room as a distraction; even with her throat ripping skills and poodle changing abilities.
Glaring at the angels out stretched hand Carter cursed himself for not being able to find a way out of Mercy not meeting Michael. But then again he didn't know what archangels did to erase people from God's lists of call upons.
Against his better judgement Carter stepped forward and took Michael's hand to "seal the deal" so to say. Never taking his eyes off of the archangel he leaned forward ever so slightly.
"If you try anything...and I mean anything...if you so much as sneeze in her general direction I will kill you. Just so we're clear," Carter growled before releasing Michael's hand.
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Post by Dani Cross on May 4, 2010 15:47:26 GMT -4
Michael chose not to comment on Carter's threat. She had no intentions on backing out of her end of the deal. Although he was very protective of the Hound considering that he claim she was only a business associate. It was something to store away for possible future reference, evidence that Carter might not be an entirely selfish individual. He was still far short of perfection, but then so was the rest of Earth's inhabitants. What happened with Cater after his deal expired was mostly out of Michael's hands. Her job for the foreseeable future was to keep Lucifer from destroying the world.
"The Sanctuary of St Patrick's Church, tomorrow at noon."
With that the Archangel disappeared from the room.
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Post by Carter on May 4, 2010 22:34:40 GMT -4
"The Sanctuary of St Patrick's Church, tomorrow at noon."
Carter glared at the spot where Michael had been seconds ago.
"Fucking angels," Carter snapped to the empty room. And that was the ticket as full of animosity as it had been moments ago it was very much empty now. There was a lot of things Carter now had to worry about and none of them that he wanted to deal with which led him to the issue of where the hell ot start.
Throwing the dagger he had held in his hand violently into the couch he watched it bury itself into the cushion. This was why he kept to himself; this was why he didn't deal with people unless he was killing them. Crossing the room Carter sat in the chair in the corner of the room and waited for Mercy to get back from whatever it was she was doing.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 5, 2010 2:43:31 GMT -4
Mercy almost felt exposed when she ventured outside of the convent. She knew she was in no danger from the inhabitants of New Orleans, but she still felt like any second the angels would descend on her and resume screwing up her life. Or killing her. One of the two. But as she gripped the pendant around her neck tightly, she felt a little better. She didn't really know if a pendant and occasional violence was worth thirty grand, but considering she didn't really have any other choice, she didn't bother questioning it.
There was no actual purpose to her trip out, she'd just been bored and alone and restless. Carter had gone off to do something stupid while he was still injured... not that she was worried about him of course, only what might happen to her with him dead... did the pendant still work if he wasn't around anymore?
With no purpose, Mercy ended up doing a whole lot of nothing. Wandering the streets examining her surroundings... at one point she found the coffee shop and bought herself a very average coffee and then ended up wandering back the way she came, stopping off to get noodles from the chinese place nearby.
She wasn't entirely sure how long she'd been gone, but by the time she'd returned to the convent, Carter was home and looking moody. Awesome. She glanced towards the dagger buried in the cushion as she closed the door behind her and cautiously held the noodle carton towards him.
"Chinese?" she offered hopefully.
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Post by Carter on May 5, 2010 22:52:50 GMT -4
The more and more time passed between Michael's departure and Mercy's arrival the more and more Carter became irritated with the situation he ahd found himself in. He was only in it because he was a dumb ass. He should have told Mercy to fuck off when he first came across her and then all of this would have been avoided; or he should have kicked her out a long while back. But no; now he was dealing and wheeling with archangels and even though she hadn't asked him to do such things it still royally pissed him off that he currently was where he was.
Carter's eyes narrowed as he heard Mercy make her way back into the house.
"Where the hell did you go?" Carter snapped the moment she fell into view.
"Chinese?"
"Sit," Carter growled as he gripped the dagger in the seat next to him and shoved it deeper into the cushion of the couch.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 6, 2010 4:23:47 GMT -4
"Sit,"
Normally, Mercy's response to that would be to walk away from Carter, down the hall and into her bedroom and wait for him to stop being a prick, figuring eventually he would get over the dog jokes. Thankfully, this time she could tell it was actually important and so immediately dropped herself into the nearest armchair.
"What?" she asked, opening her noodle carton and beginning to eat. Important or not, she was still hungry.
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Post by Carter on May 6, 2010 23:46:35 GMT -4
Carter was rather pleased when Mery dn't pitch a bitch fit and instead just sat. Now that was something he could get used to; people simply shutting the fuck up and doing what he said...but then again that would no doubt be a sign of the end of times and Carter wasn't ready to die just yet. Tht fact aone was what on certain days kept him from destroying the world.
"What?"
Carter glared at Mercy for a moment as she began to eat her food. He didn't rightly know why he was glaring but it seemed like the correct thing to do so he went with it.
"You paid me a fuck load of money to keep you away from the winged sons of bitches correct?"
Carter asked the question knowing very well that they both knew the answer but he needed to make sure Mercy remembered e he sprang onh their little lunch date with the winged prick in the coming day. Explaining that was going to be a joy but he figured he would tackle one fuckfest at a time.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 7, 2010 7:11:13 GMT -4
Mercy lowered her gaze from Carter as he continued to glare at her, trying to figure out what she could have possibly done wrong this time. Going out? That was hardly bad behaviour... right?
"You sure you don't want any?" she asked, offereing him the noodles once again in an attempt to get him to stop glaring.
"You paid me a fuck load of money to keep you away from the winged sons of bitches correct?"
At this Mercy frowned. They both new the answer to that and it made her wonder why he was asking... had one of them fucked up and got them noticed?
"That is what we agreed," she said finally, deciding that this was probably too serious a matter to warrant a sarcastic remark.
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Post by Carter on May 8, 2010 14:18:56 GMT -4
"You sure you don't want any?"
Carter kept his eyes glued to Mercy as she again offered him some of the food she had brought in with her. What he really wanted was to kill something and since he had no current company he wanted to see splattered against the walls he kept his mouth shut in regards to her offer.
"That is what we agreed,"
"Good; glad you remembered," Cater snapped back pulling the knife roughly from the cushion.
"We have business to deal with tomorrow at noon; be ready by 11:00," Carter snapped shoving the dagger back into its holder and storming from the room down to the kitchen.
The less she knew about what it was and what Michael was the better it would be for the both of them; and it would save Carter a great deal of time spent hearing her bitch.
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Post by Mercy Thompson on May 9, 2010 2:16:53 GMT -4
"Good; glad you remembered,"
Mercy raised an eyebrow at him as he snapped at her and pulled the knife out of the cushion. What in the heck was going on? She'd obviously missed something whil she'd been out... or while he'd been out.
"We have business to deal with tomorrow at noon; be ready by 11:00,"
She watched him storm from the room, mildly stunned. 'We'? Since when was there a 'we' regarding anything that went on? She sat for a moment more before standing and following him into the kitchen.
"Is there any point in asking what this business deal is about?" she asked, leaning against the door frame.
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Post by Carter on May 10, 2010 0:11:10 GMT -4
Carter pulled open the fridge door and yanked out a beer bottle. He knew Mercy would follow before he ever heard her voice. In teh short time he had known the hound he had learned she was not easily put off which in their current situation was not a good thing. Carter wanted the deal done with and Mercy gone; she was fucking with everything he had grown accustomed to over the years and Carter was not one easily adapted to change...and to people fucking things up.
"Is there any point in asking what this business deal is about?"
"Nope," Carter replied simply as he turned as glared at Mercy who was leaning against the door frame in the kitchen.
Taking a drink from his beer Carter kept his eyes trained on Mercy and he immediately hated her for feeling the need to explain to her what the next day would hold for the both of them.
"Do me a favor you know that thing you do...that thing were you ask a lot of annoying fucking questions?...Tomorrow. Don't do that," Carter snapped shoving past Mercy and back into the livingroom.
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