There's One Who Takes It All [hallow mission 02]

[luxray]

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[griff]

[atrb=border,0,true][STYLE=width: 300px; font-family: helvetica; font-size: 10px; line-height: 13px; color: #000000; text-align: justify; padding: 0px 10px 0px 0px; border-right: 15px solid #000000; margin-left: -5px;]It turned out Griff could get onto the ship without a fake invitation. Honestly, he hadn't thought he could, not as one of Lux's more unsavory employees, but he supposed that if everyone put on a mask, it didn't much matter anyway. It didn't look like security was all that high anyway, but what was the worst that could happen to the Lux masquerade? Nox would blow it up? No problem. Well, sure, the party would go down, but there were a couple wailords on board. Besides, Nox wouldn't blow it up. That wouldn't help their goals very much. Granted, this mission didn't help their goals very much, but hey. It'd be fun. He'd spent most of his time on the ship as Peter Pan, and he'd mingled with the few Lux members that were willing to associate themselves with him. This wasn't the time to be recognized though, so now Griff was more or less anonymous with half his face covered as a ninja. A little uninspired, perhaps, but the dark clothing would help him get to the buffet table without anyone noticing. Maybe. He'll have to see. The point was that no one would recognize him. He had an accomplice to meet at the rendezvous point, and Griff made it there exactly on time. It wasn't like him to be early, if only because he hated waiting on other people, but he hated being late. By the entrance to the dining room, there was somewhere there, so it looked like he'd found his man. Who else would be hanging around this random alcove at this hour? "Nice mask," he said. It was, too, not that Griff said it as anything more than a friendly greeting. "Have they emptied out yet, or are the Luxies still hanging out in there?" So if this wasn't his partner-in-crime, then he'd have a lot of explaining to do. Griff figured he'd think of something. "There's a few gallons of vodka stashed under one of the serving tables. That ought to liven up this party, if we can pull this off."

[/color] Griff smirked, but you couldn't see it under the mask.

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[luxray]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,0,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=style, width: 350px; border-left: 10px solid #0F121F; border-bottom: 2px solid #0F121F; background-color: #262626; ][style= background-color: #333333; padding: 0px; font-size: 80px; font-family: impact; color: #262626; text-align: center;]LUCAS[/style][style=float:left; border: 10px solid #0F121F; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-top: 2px; border-left: 0px; background-image: url('http://i.imgur.com/SwEIN.jpg'); margin-right: 10px;] [/style][style=font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #727272; padding: 5px; padding-top: 0px; margin-top: 2px; min-height: 400px; text-align: justify;]Well well well, it looked like he was going to be just on time. His accomplice that is and that brought a smile to Lucas' face even if he couldn't see it. It was, after all, covered by the mask which the Nox member wore to hide his identity. "Thanks." He said in response with a dip of his head in recognition of the compliment and the greeting. "Nice costume yourself." He winked then just to finalize the whole pleasantry business that they were in so that the little mission could get under way as soon as possible. He did want to sleep at some point today after all and he wasn't going to get that if he spent a couple hours getting this mission done. The question that he was expecting was posed and he nodded in response. "Yeah they seem to have all cleared out from what I can hear and see." His one blue eye shone in the darkness as he regarded his accomplice. Yeah he'd recognize the red hair anywhere now if he ever met him again. But that wasn't the point. Shaking his head slightly he stepped out of the alcove and smiled again. Invisible smile again, but ah well, it was sorta involuntary after all. Ah vodka then. A good strong alcohol for a nice effect. Lucas would have to keep himself from the punch too much if he was going to finish what he'd boarded the ship to do. "Well let's get moving then." Lucas moved towards the door and quietly edged it open with his shoulder, making it just wide enough for him to slip through. Once he'd done that he'd hold it open for Griff to slide in and then he'd push it shut just as quietly. The dining room was deserted, not a soul in sight that he could see as he quickly located the punch fountain and then the few serving tables scattered around the room. "Which serving table was it do you know?" An inquiring look was sent Griff's way as Lucas waited for a response or at least some sort of plan to find the alcohol in order to pull the mission off. They'd have to do this quickly to avoid being found by too many people. [/style] [style= background-color: #333333; padding: 2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: justify]words:: three hundred and eighty[/style][style= background-color: #333333; padding: 2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: justify;]tags:: katya - griff[/style][style= background-color: #333333; padding: 2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: justify;]notes:: let's get this underway[/style][style= background-color: #333333; padding: 2px; font-size: 10px; font-family: verdana; color: #727272; margin-bottom: 2px; text-align: right;]credit to ZETTA! of LS & BTN[/style]

[griff]

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[/color] he suggested.

There wasn't anything under the tables Griff checked, minus a discarded high-heeled pump. Where the other shoe had gone was beyond him, but he hoped whoever wore them had a back-up pair of shoes. "Must be one of yours. I've got nothing here,"[/color] he said, voice a little louder to carry across the room.

Griff figured his associate could handle finding the vodka on his own, and he went back to the punch fountain, examining it. The fountain itself hooked up to a large drum. It was locked, which was rather surprising, actually. Did they expect Nox to poison their drink or something? ...Well, on second thought, they probably did.

A pair of lockpicks had the simple lock popped open in a jiffy, and from there, Griff pried the lid open to reveal a motherlode of sharp, fruity punch. "Got this sucker open. Need help with the stiffer drink over there?"[/color]

tag: lion
notes: I SWEAR I DO NOT USUALLY TAKE THIS LONG TO RESPOND. I seem to be swearing this quite frequently these days, OTL.
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[luxray]

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[griff]

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[/color] Griff answered, open the container with all due ease. Vodka understood the meaning of a screw-top; as far as half the other liquors out there went, how on earth do you get that gold shit off? He took a whiff of the clear liquid, appearing as benign as water: sharp, strong, it looked like Nox didn't mind a little dent on their budget in the name of getting Luxies drunk. From the time he'd spent on this ship so far, Griff had already decided most of them could use a bit of winding down. Hell, maybe some of them would even be likable if they could dislodge the sticks from their asses.

Before he dumped the last container of vodka into the drum, Griff considered taking one of the little plastic goblets and helping himself to a shot or two or more, but no--wasn't a mission well done yet. While Griff wasn't above drinking on the job, he took the Nox missions a whole lot more seriously than whatever assignments Lux lobbed at him, even one as ridiculous as this.

Once he set down the empty container, all bets were off. Even if guards stormed into the dining room now, what could they do? Enjoy a drink, maybe. Griff would certainly recommend it. "You think we alerted security with our evil deeds, or do you think we've time for a drink? Because, let me tell you, I want to sample the fine work we did here tonight."[/color]

He'd spotted the fountain's on switch while he'd opened the drum. Now, he flicked the switch without much fanfare. Bringing down his mask just to flash a grin at the other Nox man. "Call it a quality check--got to make sure we did this right, yeah?"[/color]

tag: lucas
notes: ...yeah, I'm not even running that through the word count. SUPER SHORT RESPONSE YO.
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