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 Posted: Thu Mar 15, 2012 11:31 pm
(A shady deliveryman arrives from Outside the Campus)
So this was the place...the Pagoda Manor, according to Matthias' directions and the address on the order. This was the second delivery he was making to Mahora this month, the first of which was to those Koga-jounin and their friend in the hospital, and now to a creepy old manor that clearly housed the supernatural. Not that mundanes would know that. Good thing he was nothing like that. The deliveryman set the insulated box full of magically-frozen blood down on the sidewalk, checked his watch and the order slip, and rang the bell at the gate. He had roughly 5000 USD worth of frozen blood in that box alone...not a big order, but enough for Matthias to actually consider it and enough for him to get a decent cut from it. "I have a package for a 'Selene Artemis' here. Is anyone there?"
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Posted: Sat Mar 17, 2012 5:14 pm
 xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYou don't believe in God...I don't believe in luck
They don't believe in us...But I believe we're the enemy!xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAre we still having fun?...Are you holding the gun?
Take the money and run...We'll never go homexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Bandages secure around the still freshly remade tattoo areas of his body, Hermes had arrived at the door, opening it. He leaned against the door frame. "I'm here. Miss Artemis? I believe she is indeed a resident in my home, yes." He said, nodding as he looked at the package. Hm. Well, whatever she was getting, didn't matter much to him. They already established their mutual sense of 'stay out of my business and I'll stay out of yours' while she was living here.
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Posted: Wed Mar 21, 2012 6:34 pm
This guy had to be head honcho at this place...everything about it seemed to suit him along with the other supposed inhabitants. "I guess that means I'm at the right place. As for you sir, are you the owner of this residence?" the deliveryman asked while taking out a clipboard with several forms along with a pen. "If so, I may need you to sign for this and secure the payment for her. She hasn't paid for the package yet and this stuff isn't known to have a very long shelf life," he said while handing the clipboard with sign sheet and a bill to Hermes himself. The latter part of his statement was technically a "lie," but at the same time, the truth if the magical seals on the blood packets were somehow tampered with. However, the package's contents were secure and intact to the best of his knowledge.
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Posted: Fri Mar 23, 2012 9:08 am
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxYou don't believe in God...I don't believe in luck
They don't believe in us...But I believe we're the enemy!xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx
xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxAre we still having fun?...Are you holding the gun?
Take the money and run...We'll never go homexxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx Hermes nodded. "She warned me of this, it's no problem." He stated, taking the forms and taking his time to sign whichever ones he had to sign or initial, before looking at the bill. He gave the clipboard back and walked away for a moment, before appearing before the deliveryman again with an envelope in hand. "She left it, so I believe it's for the package." He said, handing the envelope of the payment over to him without so much of a question or inkling of trouble. Unusual for Hermes, but he had no interest in poking around with some deliveryman leaving things for his vampire tenant.
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Posted: Sun Mar 25, 2012 2:35 am
"And here's the receipt in case she looks for it," the deliveryman said while taking the payment, counting it, and then signing the receipt, prior to handing it to Hermes. "If anything is wrong with the package, please have her call that number and we'll work on replacing the contents or reimbursing her. Have a good day, sir. Take care," the deliveryman said politely before tipping his hat and leaving. Things were finally up and running again and when he got back to Matthias' hideout, he'd get a decent cut of the profit for this one.
(Deliveryman exits to Outside the Campus)
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