lovefiles
** / bbiez
sieg_zeon
drearydude
A man dressed in black and purple formal attire strides into view. His sunglasses remain in place over his eyes, despite the fact that he is indoors...
"Ehem." He clears his throat, hoping to garner attention. Clearly, there was something on his mind that needed to be verbalised.
sieg_zeon
[@drearydude] A contract on top of another one ? That wasn’t exactly new for Zeke. He’d juggled multiple jobs before without much trouble. What caught his attention was the man standing in front of him. He didn’t recognize him at all , which raised a few questions. Why approach him specifically ? And more importantly , how did the guy know he was a freelancer in the first place ? Still , the pilot wasn’t about to complain if there was money involved. His eyes dropped to the folder , flipping it open and pulling out the documents. The photograph of the target immediately caught his attention. He studied it for a moment before glancing back up at the stranger. “ Yeah , real terrifying-looking dude , ” he said dryly , sarcasm thick in his voice as he gestured toward the picture of Thorne. “ More importantly , how much are you paying ? I don’t exactly work for pocket change. ” He tapped the folder against his palm before raising an eyebrow. “ And while we’re at it , do you know his last known location ? Kinda an important detail if you want me to find the guy. ”
drearydude
"I have a job for you." Bram stared down at Zeke, straight to the point. "Find this man." His purple right hand tossed a small folder onto the desk. It contained some photographs of the man that Bram was after, a certain vampire, and a bit of information on his last whereabouts.
"Mr Thorne... he's a vampiric collector and a pain in the backside. My contacts tell me he has fled to this colony after stealing something rather... precious... from my colleague. Locate him, and bring him back to me, and I'll ensure you are rewarded handsomely."
sieg_zeon
[@drearydude] A stack of paperwork sat in front of Zeke as he worked through yet another contract , pen moving steadily across the pages. It felt like an endless cycle — sign this , file that , fill out another form. Every now and then he got lucky and landed a simple job , something that only required him to put a target in the ground or pick up supplies for a client who couldn’t do it themselves. More often than not , though , the work had him bouncing from colony to colony across the stars. It was exhausting , but it was the life he’d chosen. When he heard someone clear their throat nearby , he paused and looked up , raising an eyebrow at the man. “ Need something ? ” he asked , his tone calm but edged with mild irritation. “ I’m kinda busy right now , but I can spare a minute. ” Despite himself , he set his pen down and gave the man his attention.
sieg_zeon
/ fun little fact.. sometime during the war, mostly near the end, he awakened his newtype abilities thanks to being in space for so long.. and a lot of stress, too.
in simpler terms, he's a psychic, though he's not really open about it and keeps it to himself.
sieg_zeon
/ his sixth sense, really. he can tell you’re there before you enter the room.. and other things.
sieg_zeon
/ post-war freelancer arc when??