Post by The Greater Evil on Aug 11, 2009 23:26:17 GMT -5
Dirge:Erik…get that file I left over there by the bookshelf would you ? I want to look it over again.
Erik nods his head and walks across the sunlit office to the far side of the room where he picks up a brown leather file holder from the table that it was sitting on. He turns and walks back over to Dirge’s desk, handing him the file. Dirge takes it with a nod and begins to look through it. After a few seconds he begins speaking to Erik without looking up.
Dirge:Has there been any progress on figuring out who stole that prototype from the downtown lab facility ?
Erik stand silently for a moment with his arms folded behind his back and a look of mild irritation on his face. He looks out the window at the City of Chicago below him and answers Dirge, his tone that of mild irritation.
Erik: Nyet. Damarest is looking into it. Those who stole it are covering their tracks better than we expected. Is only a matter of time though.
Dirge nods his head and responds without looking up as he flips to the next page in the file, his expression one of concentration.
Dirge:Am I to presume you involved the Ninth Directive ?
Erik nods his head reflexively, a gesture that goes unnoticed by all involved except his reflection in the large floor to ceiling window.
Erik: Da. They are working with Damarest. Whoever is behind this has gone to elaborate lengths to keep their tracks covered. Damarest thinks it is someone other than just the ones we found out about from the Iraqi. I agree with him…we both think that man and his employers were just a front operation for someone else.
Dirge grunts derisively in irritation but again doesn’t look up.
Dirge:What have we found out about the goat-screwing, camel jockeys that our now interred friend worked for ?
Erik shakes his head again and walks back to the window. Although he appears to be looking out of the window he is actually looking himself directly in the face as he speaks and thinks aloud.
Erik: Very little. Someone is interfering with our investigation…and it appears to be someone inside the Company.
That remark causes Dirge’s head to jerk up as he turns and stares at Erik, who stays facing the window.
Dirge: Inside ?
Dirge’s tone is one of incredulity. Erik responds to the statement with an almost frightening degree of calm in his voice.
Erik: Da. Is only a matter of time before we figure out who it is. The person is being somewhat…sloppy. The interference is enough to hinder the progress of our investigation…but it will not stop it. In time we will know everything we want to know and that person will be brought to you personally.
Dirge smiles at the reassuring statement before looking back down at the file on his desk and resuming his reading, Erik turns from the window and walks over to one of the expensive leather office chairs that adorn the room before sitting down in one. He places his arms on the arm rests and folds one leg over the other at the knee.
Erik: Trust me; it will be taken care of. Damarest and I will…
Erik never gets to finish the statement as he is interrupted by a commotion at the door. Two voices come from the other side of the door, one male and one female. A third voice enters the episode, this one more of an annoyed growl. Moments later the female screams as the sound of flesh on flesh is heard and the expensive glass door to the office explodes inward as a body comes crashing through it before landing in a heap on the floor. Erik leaps in front of Dirge’s desk, his body in a combat stance and coiled like a spring. Seconds later a figure steps through the door, placing one foot over the frame and into the office onto the broken glass before the other follows it in. Dirge looks from the door to the person on the floor and back to the door again, his face covered in an irritated frown.
Dirge: You know Raenius, you could have knocked. You didn’t have to scare the hell out of my Secretary and destroy my office door by throwing Grevane through it.
Raenius shrugs indifferently before answering, his tone as devoid of concern as his gesture had been.
Raenius: No, I didn't. And yet, here we are...
Dirge frowns at the response before picking up a phone at his desk and punching a few numbers in. He speaks into it for a few moments before placing it down and gesturing for Raenius to take a seat. He does not, however, encourage Erik to stand down.
Dirge: Indeed. So…what’s on your mind ? Also, what’s with the mask ? You know you don’t have to wear that thing around me.
Raenius doesn’t miss a beat in his response, his tone detached.
Raenius: This week, Dirge, we aren't friends. Or haven't you seen the card?
Dirge raises an eyebrow curiously at the remark before leaning back in his high backed desk chair and folding his arms across behind his head.
Dirge: Raenius wouldn’t say that. I can only assume I am talking to his alter ego. It’s nice to see you didn’t bring Nyx with you. I wouldn’t have let her into my building anyway. So…to what do I owe the pleasure of the company of my friend’s less than friendly other half ? If it is over the card, which I did see, I can only assume that this could be a most unpleasant conversation.
Raenius laughs. If Dirge is at all perturbed by the reaction he chooses not to display it.
Raenius: And you'd stop me from bringing her into the building how? By sending an army of half-arsed, well-groomed prick-lickers down to get their pretty little fingernails dirty? Fucking please, Dirge. I'm here to make sure that you're going to give me a good fight, come the show. And not pussy out. Not make some deal with me when my mask's off. Because, when we're in the ring... the mask'll be on.
Again Dirge’s expression doesn’t change and neither does his tone, they both remain completely relaxed in controlled. Erik remains in front of the desk with his gaze firmly fixed on Raenius/The Dhar.
Dirge: I guess you’ll have to try to bring that genetic accident into my building sometime and find out. As far as the match goes…if you want a fight you’ll get one. Raenius knows as well as you do how I am. I’m sure you like me about as much as I like you. Just keep the larger objectives of The Covenant in mind. One or both of us ending up seriously injured or crippled would be ultimately self defeating. Even you aren’t so mindless as to lose sight of that.
Raenius: And there isn't something to be said for "survival of the fittest"? Perhaps, if one of us does get badly injured... then we don't belong in the Covenant.
That remark actually draws a brief scowl from Dirge before is quickly disappears.
Dirge: You sound like Nyx…which is to say “impossibly idiotic”. Have you been drinking her Kool-Aid again ?
Raenius: And have you been spending too much time getting executive backrubs and playing fucking squash with your bitches?
Dirge responds to the attempted insult with a loud and deep laugh before looking straight at The Dhar.
Dirge: Hardly. That’s not my style. That was a nice attempt to goad me though. Keep trying, one day you might actually succeed.
Raenius: One day, I might actually see what you're made of.
The corner of Dirge’s mouth curls up at the implied threat before he responds.
Dirge: Indeed you may. You won’t like it…
Dirge lets the statement hang in the air between them but says nothing further.
Raenius: Maybe I'll like it just fine...
Dirge grins at the statement and chuckles a little bit.
Dirge: The problem with you is that you don’t think…much like Nyx, you’re reactionary. Raenius would be better off without the both of you and you both hate me because not only do I realize this…I’m also willing to act to make it happen. I’m a threat to you both and you can’t scare me away.
Raenius: Dirge, my boy, what sort of ally would you be to me, or him, if you were easily scared or swayed, hmm? All I want is to know, sure as sure, that you won’t hold back.
Dirge grins again and lowers his arms, placing his hands palm down on the desk before staring right into the face of The Dhar, at least where it would be under the mask.
Dirge: You needn’t fear that. I won’t hold back…I also won’t cripple Raenius just to play up to your egotistical ranting. Have Nyx stroke your ego if you need it that badly. She’s probably rather good at stroking things…
Raenius: And let's hope that your talent for swallowing keeps the blood out of your mouth come Sentinel.
Dirge sarcastically applauds the reaction by giving it a golf clap. He remains completely calm however.
Dirge:Surely you’re better than such a cheap attempt to insult me. It seems I overestimated you a little in that regard.
Raenius: Just like I didn't come here to listen to you insult my manager. I'm fairly certain at this point that the entire world and his dog know what you think of her. And she of you. Heh, she really doesn't like you.
Dirge shrugs indifferently at the statement, although he does smirk at little bit at it.
Raenius: As far as I'm concerned, this week is a trial run for the pay per view.
Dirge looks at The Dhar indifferently before raising his shoulders in something akin to a shrug, his expression one of mild amusement but absolutely no real concern.
Dirge: So be it. Either way, The Covenant will win in the end. That’s what matters. Your threats really aren’t a concern of mine. If you want to be that shortsighted that’s not my problem…just shelve the cheap, B-movie illusions and cheap scare tactics. It’s not going to work.
Raenius: No illusions here, Dirge. Just so long as you're a bigger challenge than your security force, then everything should be ok.
Dirge looks over his desk at the still unconscious Grevane before looking back at The Dhar.
Dirge: You’ll have to excuse Grevane…he’s become soft. I’ll be sure to get his ass kicked back into shape. A month or so in Iraq or the mountains of Afghanistan would do him a world of good. Hell…if you want to drag him into a gym and pound on him for a while be my guest. You wouldn’t have fared so well against Erik or Damarest…and you won’t have it easy with me either. You can be assured of that.
Raenius: We'll see, hmm? I'll give Nyx your love.
Dirge leans back in his chair and folds his arms behind his head again before responding.
Dirge: You do that.
Raenius turns to leave, only pausing long enough to drive a vicious punt kick into Grevane’s ribs that lifts him an inch or so off of the floor. After doing so he unceremoniously departs and Dirge looks at Erik.
Dirge: Well…that was entertaining. Find someone to fix my door…in the meantime dump Grevane over in the corner until the Paramedics arrive for him. He’s in the way where he is…
Erik walks over to the prone body of Grevane and places his hand under the arms of the slightly smaller man before hefting him off of the floor with ease. He pauses for just a moment before turning to look over his shoulder at Dirge as Dirge clears his throat.
Dirge: Make sure he’s not bleeding on the carpet…it’s almost impossible to clean out and I don’t want to spend the money re carpeting this office.
Erik grins before turning and throwing Grevane into the corner, where he crashes in a heap and comes to rest on the back of his shoulders with his legs flopped down over his head. Dirge notes this with a smirk and returns to reading the file on his desk as the scene ends.
Erik nods his head and walks across the sunlit office to the far side of the room where he picks up a brown leather file holder from the table that it was sitting on. He turns and walks back over to Dirge’s desk, handing him the file. Dirge takes it with a nod and begins to look through it. After a few seconds he begins speaking to Erik without looking up.
Dirge:Has there been any progress on figuring out who stole that prototype from the downtown lab facility ?
Erik stand silently for a moment with his arms folded behind his back and a look of mild irritation on his face. He looks out the window at the City of Chicago below him and answers Dirge, his tone that of mild irritation.
Erik: Nyet. Damarest is looking into it. Those who stole it are covering their tracks better than we expected. Is only a matter of time though.
Dirge nods his head and responds without looking up as he flips to the next page in the file, his expression one of concentration.
Dirge:Am I to presume you involved the Ninth Directive ?
Erik nods his head reflexively, a gesture that goes unnoticed by all involved except his reflection in the large floor to ceiling window.
Erik: Da. They are working with Damarest. Whoever is behind this has gone to elaborate lengths to keep their tracks covered. Damarest thinks it is someone other than just the ones we found out about from the Iraqi. I agree with him…we both think that man and his employers were just a front operation for someone else.
Dirge grunts derisively in irritation but again doesn’t look up.
Dirge:What have we found out about the goat-screwing, camel jockeys that our now interred friend worked for ?
Erik shakes his head again and walks back to the window. Although he appears to be looking out of the window he is actually looking himself directly in the face as he speaks and thinks aloud.
Erik: Very little. Someone is interfering with our investigation…and it appears to be someone inside the Company.
That remark causes Dirge’s head to jerk up as he turns and stares at Erik, who stays facing the window.
Dirge: Inside ?
Dirge’s tone is one of incredulity. Erik responds to the statement with an almost frightening degree of calm in his voice.
Erik: Da. Is only a matter of time before we figure out who it is. The person is being somewhat…sloppy. The interference is enough to hinder the progress of our investigation…but it will not stop it. In time we will know everything we want to know and that person will be brought to you personally.
Dirge smiles at the reassuring statement before looking back down at the file on his desk and resuming his reading, Erik turns from the window and walks over to one of the expensive leather office chairs that adorn the room before sitting down in one. He places his arms on the arm rests and folds one leg over the other at the knee.
Erik: Trust me; it will be taken care of. Damarest and I will…
Erik never gets to finish the statement as he is interrupted by a commotion at the door. Two voices come from the other side of the door, one male and one female. A third voice enters the episode, this one more of an annoyed growl. Moments later the female screams as the sound of flesh on flesh is heard and the expensive glass door to the office explodes inward as a body comes crashing through it before landing in a heap on the floor. Erik leaps in front of Dirge’s desk, his body in a combat stance and coiled like a spring. Seconds later a figure steps through the door, placing one foot over the frame and into the office onto the broken glass before the other follows it in. Dirge looks from the door to the person on the floor and back to the door again, his face covered in an irritated frown.
Dirge: You know Raenius, you could have knocked. You didn’t have to scare the hell out of my Secretary and destroy my office door by throwing Grevane through it.
Raenius shrugs indifferently before answering, his tone as devoid of concern as his gesture had been.
Raenius: No, I didn't. And yet, here we are...
Dirge frowns at the response before picking up a phone at his desk and punching a few numbers in. He speaks into it for a few moments before placing it down and gesturing for Raenius to take a seat. He does not, however, encourage Erik to stand down.
Dirge: Indeed. So…what’s on your mind ? Also, what’s with the mask ? You know you don’t have to wear that thing around me.
Raenius doesn’t miss a beat in his response, his tone detached.
Raenius: This week, Dirge, we aren't friends. Or haven't you seen the card?
Dirge raises an eyebrow curiously at the remark before leaning back in his high backed desk chair and folding his arms across behind his head.
Dirge: Raenius wouldn’t say that. I can only assume I am talking to his alter ego. It’s nice to see you didn’t bring Nyx with you. I wouldn’t have let her into my building anyway. So…to what do I owe the pleasure of the company of my friend’s less than friendly other half ? If it is over the card, which I did see, I can only assume that this could be a most unpleasant conversation.
Raenius laughs. If Dirge is at all perturbed by the reaction he chooses not to display it.
Raenius: And you'd stop me from bringing her into the building how? By sending an army of half-arsed, well-groomed prick-lickers down to get their pretty little fingernails dirty? Fucking please, Dirge. I'm here to make sure that you're going to give me a good fight, come the show. And not pussy out. Not make some deal with me when my mask's off. Because, when we're in the ring... the mask'll be on.
Again Dirge’s expression doesn’t change and neither does his tone, they both remain completely relaxed in controlled. Erik remains in front of the desk with his gaze firmly fixed on Raenius/The Dhar.
Dirge: I guess you’ll have to try to bring that genetic accident into my building sometime and find out. As far as the match goes…if you want a fight you’ll get one. Raenius knows as well as you do how I am. I’m sure you like me about as much as I like you. Just keep the larger objectives of The Covenant in mind. One or both of us ending up seriously injured or crippled would be ultimately self defeating. Even you aren’t so mindless as to lose sight of that.
Raenius: And there isn't something to be said for "survival of the fittest"? Perhaps, if one of us does get badly injured... then we don't belong in the Covenant.
That remark actually draws a brief scowl from Dirge before is quickly disappears.
Dirge: You sound like Nyx…which is to say “impossibly idiotic”. Have you been drinking her Kool-Aid again ?
Raenius: And have you been spending too much time getting executive backrubs and playing fucking squash with your bitches?
Dirge responds to the attempted insult with a loud and deep laugh before looking straight at The Dhar.
Dirge: Hardly. That’s not my style. That was a nice attempt to goad me though. Keep trying, one day you might actually succeed.
Raenius: One day, I might actually see what you're made of.
The corner of Dirge’s mouth curls up at the implied threat before he responds.
Dirge: Indeed you may. You won’t like it…
Dirge lets the statement hang in the air between them but says nothing further.
Raenius: Maybe I'll like it just fine...
Dirge grins at the statement and chuckles a little bit.
Dirge: The problem with you is that you don’t think…much like Nyx, you’re reactionary. Raenius would be better off without the both of you and you both hate me because not only do I realize this…I’m also willing to act to make it happen. I’m a threat to you both and you can’t scare me away.
Raenius: Dirge, my boy, what sort of ally would you be to me, or him, if you were easily scared or swayed, hmm? All I want is to know, sure as sure, that you won’t hold back.
Dirge grins again and lowers his arms, placing his hands palm down on the desk before staring right into the face of The Dhar, at least where it would be under the mask.
Dirge: You needn’t fear that. I won’t hold back…I also won’t cripple Raenius just to play up to your egotistical ranting. Have Nyx stroke your ego if you need it that badly. She’s probably rather good at stroking things…
Raenius: And let's hope that your talent for swallowing keeps the blood out of your mouth come Sentinel.
Dirge sarcastically applauds the reaction by giving it a golf clap. He remains completely calm however.
Dirge:Surely you’re better than such a cheap attempt to insult me. It seems I overestimated you a little in that regard.
Raenius: Just like I didn't come here to listen to you insult my manager. I'm fairly certain at this point that the entire world and his dog know what you think of her. And she of you. Heh, she really doesn't like you.
Dirge shrugs indifferently at the statement, although he does smirk at little bit at it.
Raenius: As far as I'm concerned, this week is a trial run for the pay per view.
Dirge looks at The Dhar indifferently before raising his shoulders in something akin to a shrug, his expression one of mild amusement but absolutely no real concern.
Dirge: So be it. Either way, The Covenant will win in the end. That’s what matters. Your threats really aren’t a concern of mine. If you want to be that shortsighted that’s not my problem…just shelve the cheap, B-movie illusions and cheap scare tactics. It’s not going to work.
Raenius: No illusions here, Dirge. Just so long as you're a bigger challenge than your security force, then everything should be ok.
Dirge looks over his desk at the still unconscious Grevane before looking back at The Dhar.
Dirge: You’ll have to excuse Grevane…he’s become soft. I’ll be sure to get his ass kicked back into shape. A month or so in Iraq or the mountains of Afghanistan would do him a world of good. Hell…if you want to drag him into a gym and pound on him for a while be my guest. You wouldn’t have fared so well against Erik or Damarest…and you won’t have it easy with me either. You can be assured of that.
Raenius: We'll see, hmm? I'll give Nyx your love.
Dirge leans back in his chair and folds his arms behind his head again before responding.
Dirge: You do that.
Raenius turns to leave, only pausing long enough to drive a vicious punt kick into Grevane’s ribs that lifts him an inch or so off of the floor. After doing so he unceremoniously departs and Dirge looks at Erik.
Dirge: Well…that was entertaining. Find someone to fix my door…in the meantime dump Grevane over in the corner until the Paramedics arrive for him. He’s in the way where he is…
Erik walks over to the prone body of Grevane and places his hand under the arms of the slightly smaller man before hefting him off of the floor with ease. He pauses for just a moment before turning to look over his shoulder at Dirge as Dirge clears his throat.
Dirge: Make sure he’s not bleeding on the carpet…it’s almost impossible to clean out and I don’t want to spend the money re carpeting this office.
Erik grins before turning and throwing Grevane into the corner, where he crashes in a heap and comes to rest on the back of his shoulders with his legs flopped down over his head. Dirge notes this with a smirk and returns to reading the file on his desk as the scene ends.
