Re: Questionable Ethics (Private)[Dated][CLOSED]

[Aella]

Aella nodded, moving to stand beside the gurney. She took a moment to regard the body bag before walking ahead a couple of steps.

'I beleive the exit it is this way sir'

[Kroll]

The griffon nodded and got back behind the gurney, starting to push it towards the morgue's exit. "Alright, let's not waste anymore time."

[Freyia]

Freyia listened intently as the two talked. Feliks couldn't be informed? She assumed that he was the one who ordered the assassin. And who was this new character? She seemed to be in league with him. And whoever she was, she knew the assassin well. Or so itseemed.

[Aella]

Aella lead the way through the morgue, stopping the gurney twice to avoid hospital staff as the bustled about. She then lead them through another hallway to the morticians exit, where a near constant traffic of carts came to take the dead away for burial.

[Kroll]

The griffon follows Aella, weaving through the foot-traffic in the hallways. He maintains a firm grip on the gurney in front of him, not wanting to lose it or it's precious cargo.

[Aella]

Aella motioned for Kroll to stop, peeking around the corner to see out of the morticians exit. In the waiting area was a single unoccupied black painted hearse cart, black curtains drawn over the glass sides.

'Should we borrow this cart sir? or should we source one from elsewhere?'

[Kroll]

The griffon looked the cart over. "Yes...the cart shall suit our needs just fine...just fine." He hefts the bodybag holding Freyia into the back of the hearse cart, closing the door behind it. He turns to face Aella, staring at her intently. "Right then...let's get moving."

[Aella]

Aella nodded, moving around to the front of the cart. She removed her dress and tossed it to kroll, thinking that a blue-clothed griffoness hauling a funerary cart would be suspicious, and hitched herself to the front ready to pull.

'Where to sir?'

[Kroll]

The griffon snatched the dress out of the air, tucking it under his arm. "Somewhere Felkis wouldn't..." He trailed off as he saw the bruises that peppered Aella's body. He briskly walks closer to he, marveling at the discolored marks on the griffoness' body. "What happened? Who did this to you?"

[Aella]

Aella lowered her eyes, not wanting to reveal the name of her previous nights encounter. But, a lifetime of conditioning won out. She could not refuse to answer a direct question from her master.

'...Captain Julius sir'

[Kroll]

The griffon shook his head. "Unbelievable. Simply unbelievable...are you alright?"

[Aella]

Aella nodded slowly.

'Yes sir. He knows where to hit to avoid lasting injury...'

She shuddered.

'Please sir... if he finds out that I told you...' she trailed off.

[Kroll]

The griffon shook his head, rubbing Aella's shoulder reassuringly. "Don't worry about it, Aella. It's nothing that can't be taken care of...but this isn't the time to be discussing that. Let's get the..."package" somewhere Felkis won't see, first. Then we can discuss other matters...now let's get moving."

[Aella]

Aella nodded, tensing against the harness on the cart and pulling it out onto the road. She followed Krolls directions, trying to ignore the ponies and griffons stopping in the street in respect to their not-so-dead cargo.

[Kroll]

The griffon stepped inside the cart for a moment, checking on the contents of the bodybag. As he stares at the black, cocoon-like sack, the would-be assassain still can't help but wonder if this is the right path...

[Freyia]

Freyia listened to every word that was spoken. It sounded like Captain Julius was going to turn into Captain Julia by the tone of the griffons voice. She almost chuckled at the thought despite the seriousness of the situation. She also felt that if Feliks was left out of the loop...

That meant there was a good chance that this assassin wasn't going to kill her. Or that he wasn't under Feliks orders. As she contemplated this a tingling began to slowly make its way out through her entire body. Her body was finally returning control from the paralyzing poison. In that moment she realized if he wanted to kill her he would have done it already. And if he's saving her, perhaps he'd do a little bit more. She knew if she was to escape shed want her items. She moved her mouth experimentally and groaned to see if her vocal chords were functional. They were, so she proceeded to say two words. "My....Items..." She said weakly.

[Kroll]

The griffon pauses for a moment, swearing he could've heard a sound come out of the bodybag. Unzipping it so only the mare's head poked out, the assassin stared at Freyia intently. Guess the venom wore off quicker than I expected... he thought to himself

[Freyia]

She stared at the griffon, as he unzipped it. "Please...Get me...my items...from my...room.." she managed to say through her recovering jaw. She hoped the griffon would oblige, but she stared at him intently, hoping to make it clear these items were important to.her.

[Kroll]

The griffon narrowed his eyes at the mare. "Let me get this straight," he said with a dry, ragged voice. "You want me to go back to GHQ to fetch your little personal belongings, after I have willingly put not only my life, but the life of my associate at risk?" the griffon leaned in close to the mare's face, his hot breath dissipating through his surgical mask.

"I think you're pushing your luck a bridge too far, my dear."

[Freyia]

"Please....I need them..." She said raspily not yet shrugging off her paralysis. He looked at him with desperate eyes, eyes that pleaded that he do this one task. She needed him to see that these weren't mere trinkets. They were her life.

[Kroll]

The griffon exhaled sharply, his hard, amber eyes not showing a glimmer of feeling towards the mare's plea. "...Tell me where I can find these items, and I'll see what I can do."

[Freyia]

"In my bunk...at the headquarters." She said, and elaborated where that was. "My book, my pocket watch, my old units patch, and my comb..." She said, making sure that they had a lot more value then usual. Mostly emotional.

[Kroll]

The griffon zipped up the bodyback without another word, then stepped back out, calling over to Aella. "Keep going towards the city's outskirts, I'll meet up with you there...I need to take care of something quickly. Just keep on the path, and I'll meet back with you soon."

Without another word, the griffon spread his wings and took off, heading back to Headquarters. I must be out of my damn mind right now...

[Freyia]

He zipped the bag up and left Freyia wondering if he would do her this favor. She heard his words and grinned a weak smile. Thank Valhalla he's getting my stuff.

[Aella]

Aella took the carrige to a secluded spot near the walls, hidden in an alleyway which few ponies and fewer guards traversed. After taking a moment to ensure that she was not followed, she climbed into the back of the hearse and checked that the curtains were closed before unzipping the body bag to check on her cargo.

[Freyia]

Freyia watched as the griffoness unzipped the bag. "So...what's the plan?" She asked, able to move but numb. She had already been moving around to get her blood running again.

[Aella]

Aella bowed her head.

'We have been ordered to move you out of the city, mistress. My handler should return shortly, and then we will find a way out of the city and to a pre-arranged meeting point'

[Freyia]

Freyia nodded. She was oblivious to any plots by the other. And she seemed to be a slave, calling her mistress. She sighed. "Well that's good news ...." She said looking to the side, knowing she wouldn't leave without Shady.

[Kroll]

The griffon touched down near the cart an hour or so later carrying a small bag. Climbing into the back of the hearse, the griffon dropped the back beside Freyia. "It took a bit longer than expected, but here are the items you asked for..." he pauses, looking over at Aella. "Good work on hiding the cart, Aella. We should be well hidden from any prying eyes long enough to do what we came here to do..."

The griffon walked over to the bodybag, unzipping it all the way before roughly dumping out the mare inside onto the street. "Even with that in mind, time is still of the essence. How well can you move?"

[Freyia]

Freyia looked to the assassin. "I can be out, I have some things to tend to. But I will be out of the city within the the next day or two. And with any luck, I wont see this city anymore." she said, turning to walk away. However, she turned around once more. "Thank you...for freeing me." she said, with a nod.

[Kroll]

The griffon bristled in anger. "Now wait just a fucking minute," he said as he hopped off the cart, marching toward the mare. "Me and my associate didn't just risk our lives and careers just so you can meander about town for a few days; you have to leave now. You got your stupid trinkets, what else could possibly be so important that you have to stick around for a few more days?!"

[Freyia]

Freyia looked to him. "I have unfinished business in this damned city! Trust me I want to see as little of this city as soon as possible. But I will NOT leave the city until I find what Im looking for!" she yelled at the griffon. "And I can guarantee you, nor any of Feliks forces will ever see me again, after I walk away... if Im lucky!" she added, and turned around, resuming her walk.

[Aella]

Aella dashed around in front of the pony, standing in her path.

'I can do these errands mistress, the important thing is that you are not seen in the city. Feliks has made it clear that he never wants to find you in Manehattan again... I am surprised that he did not order me to kill you'

The narrowed her eyes at Frey.

'I would be surprised if he offered us the same mercy if we fail'

[Freyia]

Freyia glared back. "I swear on my name, as a Valkyrie, that you will never see me in this city again. Of my own will." she said, and continued to walk past Aella while staring back at her for a moment, before trotting off towards an abandoned building.

[Kroll]

"Your word mean shit to me." the griffon spat quietly as he watched the mare trot off. He motioned over to his associate. "Did you bring the things I asked you to find? It is time."

[Aella]

Aella nodded, trotting over to her abandoned dress and withdrawing the jars, bottles and hairdressers kit. She handed them to Kroll, then stopped Frey once more.

'We have one last thing for you mistress...' she said with a devilish smile.

She was going to enjoy this much more than she should.

[Kroll]

The griffon began to quietly come up behind Freyia, ready to strike. Though he hated that it would have to come to doing this, he was very much excited about this plan.

[Freyia]

Freyia looked to Aella suspiciously and saw her devilish grin. "What is it?"

[Aella]

Aella placed her talons upon Freys shoulders, holding her in place.

'I believe that it is called... a makeover'

[Kroll]

Seeing that Freyia was held in place by his associate, the griffon lunged at the mare, wrapping his arm around her neck as he dragged her into a nearby alleyway.

[Freyia]

Freyia was dragged into an alleyway, thinking she may have not escaped death yet.

[Aella]

Aella followed Kroll and Frey into the alleyway. She placed the bundle of bottles and tins on a bin and uncorked one flask. She plucked a feather from her chest and dipped it in, then inspected the now violently pink feather.

[Kroll]

The griffon tied up Freyia with some extra rope he found in the back of the hearse cart. After setting her down, he unrolled the plastic tarp on the alleyway floor, not wanting to cause a mess from what was yet to come. He looks up at Aella, grinning wildly at the hideously pink color. "Oh yeah, that's just perfect right there...put on some gloves and let's get this over with."

[Aella]

Aella grinned evilly, pulling on a set of gloves and handing a pair to her handler. She approached Freiya slowly, holding the bottle menacingly. When she stood above the bound pony, she tipped the bottle, spreading pink dye across her coat.

[Kroll]

The griffon chuckled maniacally as he slipped on the gloves, watching the pink dye run through Freyia's coat, corrupting the normally white fur into a obnoxious, bright pink. He begins to massage the dye throughout the mare's coat, trying to get the dye spread out as evenly as possible.

[Aella]

Aella giggled as her handler began to transform the dignified valkyrie into a sickeningly pink pantomime. She took another bottle from the pile labelled Neon Green and poured some onto her gloves, working it into Freiyas mane.

[Kroll]

The griffon begins to spread the dye to the mare's face. "Close your eyes, dearie. We don't want you to go blind now, do we?" he chuckles again, clearly enjoying this.

[Freyia]

Freyia obeyed, shocked that she was being painted such hideous colors, and what's more, it made HER look hideous. She began to object. "You could have just asked!" She said in a muffled shout.

[Aella]

Aella giggled, enjoying the process of concealing Freiyas identity far too much.

'Thats no fun~' She teased

[Kroll]

The griffon chuckled in agreement with his accomplice. "It most certainly isn't, but we couldn't just let you canter about the city, putting our lives at risk now, could we?" he continues rubbing the dye throughout Freyia's coat, working bright pink mixture way down the front at sides of the mare's neck. He looked up at Aella. "Hrmmm...we're going to need to think of a cover name for her...any ideas?"

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