Smiles Macblaster
10-09-2010, 03:26 PM
****Sexual References****
****Alcohol Usage****
****General Skeeviness****
(( Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress by The Hollies (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lP94PlEtsEQ&feature=related)))
With a skeevy grin, the Goblin leaned back into the overly-stuffed cushions of the small couch within one of the VIP 'Private' rooms at one of the most frequented Strip Clubs in Undermine. As the two less-than wholesome Draenei women danced before him, Moby Macblaster downed another bourbon. He leaned over and completed the pyramid of shot-glasses stacked on the small table beside him before reclining back in the couch.
For a Mogul in charge of an entire fleet of Whaling ships, Moby Macblaster was a Goblin of simple tastes. He wore an old, round bowler hat which sat perched atop his balding, green dome of a head at a slightly cocked angle. His slacks were factory-tailored, and held up with a set of suspenders which allowed for his bulging beer belly to protrude freely. A cigar dangled from his greasey-green lips, smoldering with an orange glow, and a bit of ash fell from the tip and landed on the tip of one of his Whale-skin boots. His fashion was statement was less-than subtley punctuated with a sleeveless muscle shirt dyed with rows of horrizontal red and white stripes.
"Mm, What would your mothers think?" Sneered the old and ever so slightly-buzzed Mogul as he licked his lips and stared holes into his chosen pair of 'dancers'.
"We have the same mother" purred one of the nearly identical Draenei females in a velvety accent.
Moby quirked his head to the side slightly and eyed the pair up and down in a strictly scientific fashion, scratching his green chin with a gnarled finger, "Ahh... So you do".
The curtain hanging above the small room's doorway was suddenly pulled to the side and one of Moby's Bodyguards peeked his head in, having to tear his eyes away from the two scantly-clad strippers before speaking up, "He's here, Boss"
Moby rolled his eyes and made a casual waving gesture as his arms braced back against the couch's spine, "Right, right, send him in".
The Bodyguard nodded; bit his lip, and stole one last glance at the two Draenei before slipping his head out as the curtain was again pulled aside and Moby's guest entered.
A Goblin strode in almost without a sound. He was no more than three feet in height, average for a Goblin, but his intimidating appearence made for a presence which seemed to suck the very life from the air around him. Two leather bandoliers were drapped across his segmented, hard-leather body armored torso, and held every firearm, explosive, and blade that could be held in one hand. His arms were bare, revealing his green flesh, but they were gnarled in appearance, a roadmap to years worth of scarring and burns. His wrists were clad in sophisticated gauntlets, one of which was adorned with a small Dragon-headed nozzle of sorts connected to a long hose which snaked up his arm and disappeared behind his back: A Dragon Gun. From this angle it was difficult to tell, but a slight backback-looking device seemed to be fixed to the Goblin's back, Moby had heard the stories and knew it to be none other than a Jetpack, which was a device that even most Goblins though was to dangerous to handle. Most striking and noticeable of all the Goblin's adornment, though, was the black leather gasmask with green, bulging glass eye lenses that obscured his face.
Rumor hinted to Moby that it was better that he didn't see what was beneath...
"Smiles! Do I have a deal for you, here, please sit" Moby forced a smile as he gestured for the Mercenary to sit in one of the plush, cushioned chairs within the tiny room.
Smiles didn't turn to sit, barely turning his head in the direction of the two dancing Draenei strippers before speaking through his mask's external audio output, giving his voice an eerie metallic echo, "I'll stand".
Moby winced at the subtle insult but kept up his manners, noting the other Goblin's slight gesture in his dancers' direction, "Not a problem. You like them, eh? What can I say, I have exotic tastes in women, just don't tell my wife. Hahahahaha...". Moby made another gesture and the two Draenei drifted over to the Masked Goblin, provocatively gyrating their hips in his direction and crouching slightly to accomidate the Goblin's height, swaying their tails teasingly and grazing their backsides across the Goblin's leather armor.
Smiles turned his head agonizingly slowly back in Moby's direction, regarding him coldly with bulging green lensed eyes.
Moby despite himself shivered slightly as a chilling feeling creeped up his spine. He couldn't see the other Goblin's expression through his mask, but something told him he wasn't enjoying this as much as he had. The Old Mogul waved the two females away and they returned their attentions on Moby. He could see the briefest hint of unease in the two strippers' eyes as they floated away from the masked Goblin, and even a bit of what he figured was genuine shock. As the two Draenei began their dance anew under the appreciative gaze of Moby, though, they seemed far more relaxed.
"Alright... What's your drink? Perhaps a cigar?" Moby inclined his head in the direction of the small table beside him where the pyramid of shot glasses wobbled with each thump of the music in the next room. Beside the glasses was a half empty bottle of whiskey and an open box of Moby's favorite brand cigars.
The metallic echo of Smiles' voice hissed forth from beneath his mask, "You had a job for me, Mr. Macblaster..."
It wasn't a question.
"Right, right, all business then..." Moby felt a drop of sweat run down his temple and he adjusted his collar, "I took a bet with Razdunk, you know the Mo--.."
"I know who Razdunk is, Mr. Macblaster" hissed Smiles metallicly from his mask's audio output, cutting him off but being prudent enough to say his name once more.
"Of course, of course, my mistake" Was it just him or was it suddenly boiling hot in here? Moby didn't think he was enjoying the show That much...
The masked Goblin cracked his neck impatiently with a sharp, painful-sounding series of pops.
"Long story short, I want you to fix a Hob fight here in Undermine, by way of planting an explosive in the brute's skull", Moby leaned forward in his seat as he locked eyes with the other Goblin before continuing, "I got you a team, a Human with connections to get you into the Hob pens and a Dwarf with the explosive know how"
"I can rig an explosive", hissed the masked Goblin with obvious impatience in his voice.
"Yes, Im sure but this takes a particular sort of expertise, its easy enough to cut open a Hob's skull and hit a button, but its another thing entirely to do it in a way to keep the thing alive long enough to fight before you blow its head up" Moby sat back in his couch and shrugged, "Not to mention tranquilizing the thing properly, this Dwarf can do that"...
"What's my part in this then, exactly?" Smiles seemed on the verge of lunging at Moby and strangling him in impatience by the way his hands seemed to twitch every so often... Or did they always do that?
Moby smiled sincerely and snapped his fingers, "Simple, my good man, You make sure my boys can get this done without any unwanted attention, and when the time comes, you activate the device yourself". Moby leaned over and poured himself another glass of whiskey, placing the bottle back on the table, before taking a shot and slaming the empty glass beside the shot glass pyramid, causing the table to shake and the pyramid to come tumbling down to the floor.
Smiles quirked his head slightly, "What's the catch?"
Moby slid back into the center of the couch, shaking his head and blinking as the whiskey hit his gut, "Well, you'll have to time the detonation just right, it needs to be at least somewhat believeable when the Hob's skull explodes into a mess of blood and brains, Im confident that you can pull it off... Seeing as you're quite good at that sort of thing, right?"
Smiles just stood there, absolutely still, Moby couldn't tell whether he was contimplating or....
"Place and time" Smiles replied with no hint of emotion in his already metallicly laden voice.
After Moby had finished discussing the job with Smiles, he had dismissed him as well as the strippers from the VIP room, choosing to relax in silence for a moment, enjoying his whiskey and cigars. After a short while, he reached for a small telephonic-communicator, the things were junk, but they worked well enough to send or receive a message. He dialed in a few digits and as soon as somebody picked up on the other end of the line he spoke, "Yeah, I got a taker... Who? Heh... Lets's just say I don't know where Leeni "Smiley" Smalls or that Gnome "Smiles O'Bryron" got their nicknames, but I'm confident that they can't compete with my boy here's credentials..."
Rauna and Laurna casually stepped into the 'Employees Only' section of the Strip Club after punching out and getting dressed. The Draenei twins passing dressing rooms and waving goodbye to the other dancers before eventually exiting out the back of the building and into a back alley somewhere in the entertainment district. They passed through the streets of Undermine and eventually came to the residence of Mogul Razdunk, Leader of the Venture Trading Company. At the front gate they leaned down to the waist-high reception intercom, which immediately quiped with a staticy voice, "What do y--...Ohh...Well hello there, is this my Birthday? Did Fig set this up, aww he shouldn't ha--..."
One of the Twins curled her lips in a sly smile before less than discreetly protruding her chest and letting the hem of her top show a tad more cleavage, then spoke in a velvety accent, "My sister and I have a message for your boss, he's about to lose a very substantial amount of money..."
(( Ain't No Rest For the Wicked, by Cage The Elephant (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sghv7aS6gPc)))
The End
****Alcohol Usage****
****General Skeeviness****
(( Long Cool Woman in a Black Dress by The Hollies (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=lP94PlEtsEQ&feature=related)))
With a skeevy grin, the Goblin leaned back into the overly-stuffed cushions of the small couch within one of the VIP 'Private' rooms at one of the most frequented Strip Clubs in Undermine. As the two less-than wholesome Draenei women danced before him, Moby Macblaster downed another bourbon. He leaned over and completed the pyramid of shot-glasses stacked on the small table beside him before reclining back in the couch.
For a Mogul in charge of an entire fleet of Whaling ships, Moby Macblaster was a Goblin of simple tastes. He wore an old, round bowler hat which sat perched atop his balding, green dome of a head at a slightly cocked angle. His slacks were factory-tailored, and held up with a set of suspenders which allowed for his bulging beer belly to protrude freely. A cigar dangled from his greasey-green lips, smoldering with an orange glow, and a bit of ash fell from the tip and landed on the tip of one of his Whale-skin boots. His fashion was statement was less-than subtley punctuated with a sleeveless muscle shirt dyed with rows of horrizontal red and white stripes.
"Mm, What would your mothers think?" Sneered the old and ever so slightly-buzzed Mogul as he licked his lips and stared holes into his chosen pair of 'dancers'.
"We have the same mother" purred one of the nearly identical Draenei females in a velvety accent.
Moby quirked his head to the side slightly and eyed the pair up and down in a strictly scientific fashion, scratching his green chin with a gnarled finger, "Ahh... So you do".
The curtain hanging above the small room's doorway was suddenly pulled to the side and one of Moby's Bodyguards peeked his head in, having to tear his eyes away from the two scantly-clad strippers before speaking up, "He's here, Boss"
Moby rolled his eyes and made a casual waving gesture as his arms braced back against the couch's spine, "Right, right, send him in".
The Bodyguard nodded; bit his lip, and stole one last glance at the two Draenei before slipping his head out as the curtain was again pulled aside and Moby's guest entered.
A Goblin strode in almost without a sound. He was no more than three feet in height, average for a Goblin, but his intimidating appearence made for a presence which seemed to suck the very life from the air around him. Two leather bandoliers were drapped across his segmented, hard-leather body armored torso, and held every firearm, explosive, and blade that could be held in one hand. His arms were bare, revealing his green flesh, but they were gnarled in appearance, a roadmap to years worth of scarring and burns. His wrists were clad in sophisticated gauntlets, one of which was adorned with a small Dragon-headed nozzle of sorts connected to a long hose which snaked up his arm and disappeared behind his back: A Dragon Gun. From this angle it was difficult to tell, but a slight backback-looking device seemed to be fixed to the Goblin's back, Moby had heard the stories and knew it to be none other than a Jetpack, which was a device that even most Goblins though was to dangerous to handle. Most striking and noticeable of all the Goblin's adornment, though, was the black leather gasmask with green, bulging glass eye lenses that obscured his face.
Rumor hinted to Moby that it was better that he didn't see what was beneath...
"Smiles! Do I have a deal for you, here, please sit" Moby forced a smile as he gestured for the Mercenary to sit in one of the plush, cushioned chairs within the tiny room.
Smiles didn't turn to sit, barely turning his head in the direction of the two dancing Draenei strippers before speaking through his mask's external audio output, giving his voice an eerie metallic echo, "I'll stand".
Moby winced at the subtle insult but kept up his manners, noting the other Goblin's slight gesture in his dancers' direction, "Not a problem. You like them, eh? What can I say, I have exotic tastes in women, just don't tell my wife. Hahahahaha...". Moby made another gesture and the two Draenei drifted over to the Masked Goblin, provocatively gyrating their hips in his direction and crouching slightly to accomidate the Goblin's height, swaying their tails teasingly and grazing their backsides across the Goblin's leather armor.
Smiles turned his head agonizingly slowly back in Moby's direction, regarding him coldly with bulging green lensed eyes.
Moby despite himself shivered slightly as a chilling feeling creeped up his spine. He couldn't see the other Goblin's expression through his mask, but something told him he wasn't enjoying this as much as he had. The Old Mogul waved the two females away and they returned their attentions on Moby. He could see the briefest hint of unease in the two strippers' eyes as they floated away from the masked Goblin, and even a bit of what he figured was genuine shock. As the two Draenei began their dance anew under the appreciative gaze of Moby, though, they seemed far more relaxed.
"Alright... What's your drink? Perhaps a cigar?" Moby inclined his head in the direction of the small table beside him where the pyramid of shot glasses wobbled with each thump of the music in the next room. Beside the glasses was a half empty bottle of whiskey and an open box of Moby's favorite brand cigars.
The metallic echo of Smiles' voice hissed forth from beneath his mask, "You had a job for me, Mr. Macblaster..."
It wasn't a question.
"Right, right, all business then..." Moby felt a drop of sweat run down his temple and he adjusted his collar, "I took a bet with Razdunk, you know the Mo--.."
"I know who Razdunk is, Mr. Macblaster" hissed Smiles metallicly from his mask's audio output, cutting him off but being prudent enough to say his name once more.
"Of course, of course, my mistake" Was it just him or was it suddenly boiling hot in here? Moby didn't think he was enjoying the show That much...
The masked Goblin cracked his neck impatiently with a sharp, painful-sounding series of pops.
"Long story short, I want you to fix a Hob fight here in Undermine, by way of planting an explosive in the brute's skull", Moby leaned forward in his seat as he locked eyes with the other Goblin before continuing, "I got you a team, a Human with connections to get you into the Hob pens and a Dwarf with the explosive know how"
"I can rig an explosive", hissed the masked Goblin with obvious impatience in his voice.
"Yes, Im sure but this takes a particular sort of expertise, its easy enough to cut open a Hob's skull and hit a button, but its another thing entirely to do it in a way to keep the thing alive long enough to fight before you blow its head up" Moby sat back in his couch and shrugged, "Not to mention tranquilizing the thing properly, this Dwarf can do that"...
"What's my part in this then, exactly?" Smiles seemed on the verge of lunging at Moby and strangling him in impatience by the way his hands seemed to twitch every so often... Or did they always do that?
Moby smiled sincerely and snapped his fingers, "Simple, my good man, You make sure my boys can get this done without any unwanted attention, and when the time comes, you activate the device yourself". Moby leaned over and poured himself another glass of whiskey, placing the bottle back on the table, before taking a shot and slaming the empty glass beside the shot glass pyramid, causing the table to shake and the pyramid to come tumbling down to the floor.
Smiles quirked his head slightly, "What's the catch?"
Moby slid back into the center of the couch, shaking his head and blinking as the whiskey hit his gut, "Well, you'll have to time the detonation just right, it needs to be at least somewhat believeable when the Hob's skull explodes into a mess of blood and brains, Im confident that you can pull it off... Seeing as you're quite good at that sort of thing, right?"
Smiles just stood there, absolutely still, Moby couldn't tell whether he was contimplating or....
"Place and time" Smiles replied with no hint of emotion in his already metallicly laden voice.
After Moby had finished discussing the job with Smiles, he had dismissed him as well as the strippers from the VIP room, choosing to relax in silence for a moment, enjoying his whiskey and cigars. After a short while, he reached for a small telephonic-communicator, the things were junk, but they worked well enough to send or receive a message. He dialed in a few digits and as soon as somebody picked up on the other end of the line he spoke, "Yeah, I got a taker... Who? Heh... Lets's just say I don't know where Leeni "Smiley" Smalls or that Gnome "Smiles O'Bryron" got their nicknames, but I'm confident that they can't compete with my boy here's credentials..."
Rauna and Laurna casually stepped into the 'Employees Only' section of the Strip Club after punching out and getting dressed. The Draenei twins passing dressing rooms and waving goodbye to the other dancers before eventually exiting out the back of the building and into a back alley somewhere in the entertainment district. They passed through the streets of Undermine and eventually came to the residence of Mogul Razdunk, Leader of the Venture Trading Company. At the front gate they leaned down to the waist-high reception intercom, which immediately quiped with a staticy voice, "What do y--...Ohh...Well hello there, is this my Birthday? Did Fig set this up, aww he shouldn't ha--..."
One of the Twins curled her lips in a sly smile before less than discreetly protruding her chest and letting the hem of her top show a tad more cleavage, then spoke in a velvety accent, "My sister and I have a message for your boss, he's about to lose a very substantial amount of money..."
(( Ain't No Rest For the Wicked, by Cage The Elephant (http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=Sghv7aS6gPc)))
The End