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Demel Derpovsky
Ikomari-Onu Enforcement
Caldari State
1
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Posted - 2013.09.26 03:14:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:Denak Kalamari wrote:True Adamance wrote:Kador shrugs apologetically. " This is Satja of the Vherikior.... and no quite right I'm not a Holder in a traditional sense."
"Indeed" Satja nods. "I am technically under another Holder's authority, but serve Ka...Master here as a sort of retainer." "Ah, I see. Apologies for misunderstanding." he apologizes, nodding once again before adding: "Pleasure to meet you Satja, I'm Denak Kalamari, Intaki by birth." True Adamance wrote:As if to give his approval Kador nods, he gestures to the bar man "Anything specific?" he asks the pair. Satja shakes her head, its plain she is enjoying the nightclub immensely. Denak lifts up his cup of tea for the two, before taking another sip. "The tea here is quite good, you should try ordering one." "Thank you Denak" says Kador, rather jovially. He was glad the first person he had seen was the Intaki, of all the Gallenteans in New Eden Denak was one of the few he might regret taking a swing at either out of respect, or of the odd aura of calmness he seemed to exude. " I might just take your advice" he continued, but a sharp look from Satja told him she would not be satisfied with tea. He ordered the drinks, handed the cool glass to Satja, who took it without word but with a quick smile, that suggested she was happy with the current situation. The three of them lapsed into a companionable silence, perhaps waiting for a change of song, or perhaps for one of the other club goers to something. Kador tensed his fist, if they were Gallentean it was probably worth being prepared....
A figure of peculiar complexion walks smoothly towards them. A figure of a completely androgynous build with a slender core, a slightly shorter size, very dark brown long hair tied back with several bangs sweeping in front of the eyes and sides, and possibly tanned skin complexion. It moves to them with hands embedded in a Caldari fashion coat pocket, the two lengths joined and the colar barely covering the lower lip of its sly and perhaps suspicious grin. Tight cargo pants "swish" and "*****" with every step, the undisclosed objects inside recoiling off of each other. It grabs a vacant chair and pulls up towards the three of them, sitting down with a slight slouch and sigh as it installs.
"Hope you don't mind if I join you're company!" It says in a slightly raspy and equally androgynous voice. Sounding young and chipper, but its eyes and character show a different, more seasoned story.
"I usually venture around clubs like these, there's always something to do, hear, see...or even watch if there's going to be a fight- do fights happen here regularly?"
Clearly this one is of the extrovert type, and possibly over cattery. It then orders a low alcoholic beverage, taking a quick swig and reposing it along the table. Arms crossed, eyes wide, and it's smile prevailing, it eyes its company at the table for a response. |
Demel Derpovsky
Ikomari-Onu Enforcement
Caldari State
6
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Posted - 2013.09.27 03:59:00 -
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True Adamance wrote:[quote=Denak Kalamari]
Kador also notes the chatty... man, or was it a woman, he couldn't be sure, effeminate features layered atop more masculine ones gave a certain androgynous feeling. He measured himself up next to the newcomer. He wasn't as tall, but perhaps a little thicker around the chest and shoulders, his own aquiline features were decidedly more masculine and plain, perhaps though he admitted not as attractive
Now the Caldari woman behind him is quiet, she stares at the newcomer with slackjawed intensity, Satja, next to her nods approvingly, and mutters something to her that causes a wide grin to spread on the Caldari's face.
She sidles back over to Kador with a feminine grace, though the long dark lock of hair that cover her shoulder are brushed aside revealing the ropy scars on her neck and shoulder. Embarrassed she brushes the hair flat once again, neatly tucking back into place.
"Forgive me..." She begins to say, thankful as the Templar interjects on her behalf.
"Welcome, I suppose. No fights....not yet anyways. I am Kador, this.." he gestures to the slim Vherekior woman.
"Is Satja. It's a pleasure to meet you"
Demel notices the woman's action and the sly expression transitions into a questioning smirk, what could she be saying? Demel then switches focus to Kador and back to Sajta, eyes beaming open and the smile returning to its crafty gesture. "Demel! Pleasure!".
Demel switches focus towards the Gallente, the smile soothing into a calmer radiance and throwing a leg over the other legs knee on the chair.
"Well thanks! A fight doesn't seem very likely with this much security around." Demel moves a hand around expressively while talking and brings it up swiftly to brush a bang wiping annoyingly across Demel's eyes, the other hand reaching down to the glass and taking a swig of it quickly, sinking into the chair ever so slightly.
"Hope I wasn't intruding in your conversation, sorry if I did." Demel bites the bottom lip, bracing for their response. |
Demel Derpovsky
Ikomari-Onu Enforcement
Caldari State
8
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Posted - 2013.09.28 05:35:00 -
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Denak Kalamari wrote:
Denak lets out a quiet exhale through his nose, downing the rest of his tea in one swig, followed by cracking his neck. "Well, you could have been less, chatty with your approach. But you're already here." he replies, gesturing the bartender for another drink and bowing his head to Demel briefly. "Nice to meet you Demel."
((Gah! Too hard to write in a "gender neutral" diction....you guys have a pretty good style btw, very fluid and matches your
characters! Well done! It's hard to get a good rp like this  ))
Demel then raises his hands in a questioning pose, slanting his head to the side along with a smirk.
"Sorry, just the way I am."
He then watches the bartender catching Denak's attention and asks for a refill on his also. He slowly watches the bartender walk away and drifts his eyes to the crowd aimlessly, observing the different people and their "night-life" at the club. He turns around right before Denak's greeting, resuming his sly grin.
"Nice to meet you too." Demel replies with a slight bow all the same and a chuckle under his breadth, amused and intrigued, but not trying to mock Denak's formality. He then looks back at his company. |
Demel Derpovsky
Ikomari-Onu Enforcement
Caldari State
8
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Posted - 2013.09.29 00:00:00 -
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Denak Kalamari wrote:
Denak nods it off forgivingly, crossing his arms on the counter as he waited for a refill on his cup. "Ulniryava, ultiriya." He replies in his native tongue, flashing a brief, forgiving smile.
Denak was always trying to be polite when he was interacting with strangers, he was more relaxed when he was around people he trusted though. When the tea was given to him, he bowed his head gracefully to the bartender, starting to sip the spicy tea again. As he was sipping, he glanced over to Arc looking at him. He was well aware of his gaze, and he replied it by looking directly into his eyes, asking wordlessly with his gaze: "What do you want?"
He only looked at Arc for a few moments though, before focusing back on Demel. "And what brought you here exactly?"
Noticing Denak's eyes, Demel turns around to notice Arc. He swiftly turns to face Denak and his question. Demel inhales deeply, closing his eyes and jutting them wide after a quiet exhale. Refreshing the memories of his most recent contract, still feeling the pain in his abdomen, despite it being just his memory.
"Eh...I had some tough times in a recent fight, my contractor wasn't very happy of the costs despite the operations success.... and she didn't pay me, now I'm here to drown my sorrows," Says Demel with a slight smile. Rubbing his hand across his stomach covertly, "Capsuleers...they don't understand anything other than spreadsheets and rocket science...well...that's not absolutely true, I dated a capsuleer once and she was a pretty nice person, had a lot of isk too- and I'm talking too much again...."
The bartender then taps the new glass of alcohol near Demel, he drinks it swiftly and trades the old glass with 10 isk inside as a tip by sliding it on the bar smoothly into the bartender's waiting hands, giving the bartender a thankful smile and nod. The bartender smiles back but smirks as he pulls the slightly moist 10 isks out of the cup.
Demel looks over to Denak, Kador, and Sajta. Moving his finger around the rim of the small glass.
"What about you guys? Here to party, drink, unwind?"
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Demel Derpovsky
Ikomari-Onu Enforcement
Caldari State
10
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Posted - 2013.09.29 19:53:00 -
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Denak Kalamari wrote:
"Sorry for your misfortune, but not all capsuleers are like that. I have many capsuleer friends, but I haven't dated any capsuleer." Denak replies, noting how he seemed physically pained from remembering his latest memories. He gave a small smile and a nod to Demel before quietly muttering quietly to himself the last part: "Or anyone for that matter.".
"I guess I was overstating things," Says Demel in a low but audible voice, swirling his drink in his hand before downing the rest of the glass, sighing afterwards, "They're usually of the 'pomp' and 'upper-class' type, but they can be relatable ."
He takes note of Denak's muttering, piecing together what he said and contemplating on it, looking at him and then away, at a crowd of people dancing in a bath of laser lights and strobes, and lathered in club music.
Denak Kalamari wrote:
"I was here to meet the owner of this place originally, since I am running the security department in this facility. Clubs aren't really my thing, but the tea is good so I'll probably stay here for a while before going for a more secluded place." he replies, gazing down at the liquid on his cup, taking another sip of it and enjoying the burn on his tongue from its spicy flavor.
Demel looks down at his tea in a bit of a quizzed expression, Tea had never been in Demel's appetite. "Tea huh?..." He then tilts his head and looks away from the tea. "Why don't you like clubs? You work here after all... you should do something you enjoy, or else you're not going to work on it very long."
Demel leans back and crosses his arms, turning around to face Denak, his empty glass in his hand. |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
10
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Posted - 2013.09.30 02:43:00 -
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Denak Kalamari wrote:
"The ones who are like that are usually the ones who don't last that long. We might be "immortal", but we are still vulnerable to stress, burning out and even permanent death, the former two being quite, familiar for clone soldiers." He explains, looking at the blank wall ahead for a few moments, lost in thought.
Demel, hunched over the bar, looks at his empty glass, staring at his warped reflection contorting and twisting as he moves it around, also lost ruminating on those words.
Denak Kalamari wrote:
"I don't work here in this club, I work in the facility that houses this club. But my occupation is more nominal, the true control over this facility is with CONCORD. I just make sure that incidents don't happen whenever I can from doing contracts or helping out the ILF."
Demel snaps back into his conscious facing Denak once again, missing part of what he said but hearing most of the rest.
"hm," he says "I see....doesn't sound too bad."
[quote=Denak Kalamari"And it's too distracting here. Loud music, bright lights, constant chatter in the background, too many distractions for me. When I'm in a quiet place with just ambient sounds in the background, I can think clearly and focus." He further explains, looking up at the ceiling and to the casino there, then at the stairs leading to the pleasure hub. The offering of drugs, gambling and prostitution services wasn't too appealing for him either.[/quote]
Demel smiles a bit calmly and chuckles. He then looks at the bartender and orders another drink, swapping glasses once again.
"Your distraction is the reason why I come here," he says, downing his drink, the alcohol showing its effect on him. He takes a second to reorient himself and licks his lips, ravenous for something more. "I put way too much on the line in one op', and failure was my end result, so I repent in sin."
Demel turns around, resting his back and arms against the bar, spread out, throwing one leg over the other, a lascivious smile growing on his face, his chipper and cheerful personality swallowed by a fiendish animal.
"I don't want to think really," Demel turns to face Denak, "It's fine with me if you leave." |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
10
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Posted - 2013.09.30 23:51:00 -
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Denak Kalamari wrote:
"Well, my original intention was to only be here for a short time, guess I'll head out then." He ponders, brushing up his coat a little before standing up, and giving Demel a deep bow, his arms tucked firmy against his sides. "Thank you for the talk. Prataya yavati." He adds, before quickly making his way towards the exit.
"See you around, pleasure meeting you." Demel says, smiling and bowing a little to him, raising his hand as he levels himself and waves. A wide grin cracks over his face, letting out a small laugh.
"Maybe I'll see you in nulsec sometime or another-" He is cut short by the man speaking with Denak, he then tilts his head to their discussion and fixes his attire collar closing his coat and flushing his hair out over and onto the outside of his coat.
Jakar Umbra wrote:
"Gentlemen"
Demel hides his smirks with his vacant hand as he feigns a cough, noticing Jakar's "double-take", finding it hilarious but slightly offending, nothing too personal though. After Denak has made all the introductions, Demel stands up, but regrets the decision due to his slightly short size, something he always loathed. He beams his naturally cunning and calm smile, with equally calm and alert eyes.
"Pleasure to meet you!" He says in a firm tone, something he has trouble doing due to his naturally light and suspicious voice. He extends his arm in a very "corporate" and "business" style outwards towards Jakar. |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
10
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Posted - 2013.10.01 05:46:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote:
"****! Go!" he shouts in his comms, ordering his security to go for Aztec. Five security guards lunge to grab the man as Jakar closes the distance quickly.
Demel stares at Jakar for a moment and blinks a little, hand still outstretched and smile fading into a confused expression. He leans slightly to the side to watch the commotion at a distance, the guards leaping and pushing through the congregating crowd. He looks back at Jakar with a smug face, slightly comical perhaps. He lowers his hand and places them on his hips, straightening his back.
"This happens...often?" He says. Unraveling his coat slowly, showing a gun looking similar to a scrambler pistol, but with a cartridge of a Minmatar submachine gun on it's cartridge area, clearly a custom built and of mediocre quality.
"Perhaps I could help you with my services..." Demel says, his Caldari roots flowing out of him onto his entrepreneur demeanor. |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
12
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Posted - 2013.10.02 01:32:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote:
Jakar's eyes narrow and for a brief moment he contemplates using Demel's weapon to shoot both of them in the head. Still he grabs the strange hybrid of Matari and Ammarian technology and moves to the situation.
He aims at Aztec's skull, along with all the other security guards who were near enough to get clean shots. "Get the civvies away from the bar," he whispers in his comm. "No one else comes inside."
Outside the bouncer gets the order and instantly shuts the door, citing that an emergency was going on.
"What's wrong friend?" Jakar says, addressing Aztec and looking into his bloodshot eyes. His eyes occasionally drift to the unconscious guard.
((I can explain :D. MAGIC! No lol, I really can later on))
Demel, shocked by the fact that Jakar took the gun instead of helping him, lungs outwards to Jakar. The gun being a borrowed semi-auto weapon from a co-worker, and of course, all damage done to the weapon would likely be mirrored back at Demel. He almost grabs Jakar's back, until several rushing guards spot him and pull him backwards, locking Demel into place. He fidgets a little and groans at the locked arm and the knee in his back. He then stops fidgeting and looks at Jakar and Aztek, realizing that his constrained position won't retire any time soon.
"I was...offering my skills, not my gun!" Demel says moody and upset, yet knowing that Jakar probably won't respond to him. |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
12
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Posted - 2013.10.02 02:50:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote:
Jakar begins giving orders addressing everything he saw necessary to address."Clear out the civilians. We're closing for the night. You can stay if you so desire," he says to the other mercenaries. He looks to Satja then to Adamance. "If she must stay please keep her close. I'd hate for something to happen. I'm terribly sorry for the inconvenience," he says bowing earnestly. "Arc we'll discuss it later. Denak could you please explain why this lunatic is looking to tear my club apart just to find you? And would somebody please tell me why the **** these weapons and dropsuits are getting past the scanner!" He shouts his last statement as he grabs a bottle of spirits from behind the counter and slams it on the counter, watching as civilians file out.
He looks over to see what Heathen did. "When the **** did that happen!? Leave my club!" he shouts. "Get them treated!" he barks at some of his security indicating the guards that Heathen had incapacitated.
The guard slowly releases Demel with a suspicious gaze over his eyes. His hands ready if it is to happen again. Demel slowly picks up the weapon as he stands to his feet. He throws his hair back and brushes his empty hand through his tied back hair, fixing the bangs and straightening the ruffles. He looks at Jakar with a grin as he twirls his gun in his hand.
"There are ways to get past scanners," He smirks as he twirls the pistol around his fingers and hand like an oversized Balison. The gun collapses into a small 'package' looking device similar to a small Minmatar side pack.
He notice's Aztek's words, and smiles at him with a cunning grin, and then making a small biting expression.
He slowly makes his way over to Denak, about to conversate with him. |
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Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
12
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Posted - 2013.10.02 05:46:00 -
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Demel stops, noticing Denak being busy once again. He sighs, looking around the now quiet club, what was once flooded with lights, music, and people. The smell of sweat and beverages lingering slightly in the atmosphere. He then sighs and sits down on a stool, tucking away his collapsed, covert weapon.
"Nice things never last forever...." He says in a low voice.
He opens his neocom and sends a message to his co-worker, Maximia. He then takes a last look at Jakar and walks away, hands tucked in his pant's pockets, Caldari coat closed in the middle, dark brown hair swaying along his back with every step. |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
14
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Posted - 2013.10.08 01:23:00 -
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Demel walks through the hallway, dressed in his formal clothing of a grey dress shirt, black closed vest with red "victorian vine" like detailing and hair tied back with two ornamental chop sticks, several bangs flow to the left side of his face and on the sides. He slowly yawns as he approaches the bar, stretching his arms outward, he opens his eyes wide towards Jakar and the bouncer. He returns his posture and walks up to them, listening into their conversation.
Jakar Umbra wrote:
"Yeah, I'll get a booth installed out here for you guys, military grade so don't worry. Hunter, can I ask you to help Bruno to a medbay? I have to deal with other things."
"Waow," Demel says with a wide, cunning grin across his face, his eyes beaming with confidence and scheming thoughts, "What happened to you buddy? Low security at this bar?"
He then runs slightly and slides downwards onto the side of his knee, he quickly strikes a pose, his body towards the bouncer and Jakar, his other foot posing on top of his other leg open sided knee and the arm closer to the ground supporting himself off the ground a little.
"I might have you're fix, bro!" He then smiles cheekily and winks at them, snapping his finger at Jakar into a finger point. |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
14
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Posted - 2013.10.08 01:36:00 -
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Hunter Junko wrote:
" doctors had to amputate Bruno's arm because of the damage he took to the left shoulder reigon, but he'll make it. i've got a few doctors working on properly restoring his biorhythm and fitting him with a prosthetic until his new arm is properly regrown. until then he's out of commission for at least a couple of weeks."
((Wouldn't Jakar be the only one to make that call? It's his minor OC not everyone's :(....I was also talking to him, but that's okay.)) |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
16
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Posted - 2013.10.09 02:46:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote:Jakar steps back into the club, with Hunter off to carry Bruno to the medbay. He motions for Demel to follow, smiling at Demel's display not a moment ago. "You would be able to get me a booth made of military grade explosive resistant materials and polymers?"
"I can do a commission for you at a lower cost than the big military corps... I'll throw in a modified repair module just for fun!" He smiles cheekily, finding more pleasure in making the product than selling it.
He then quickly flips up onto his feet, and dusts himself off. He then sends a message to Maximia through his neocom reading "We have a customer, need one of your dropships. No questions."
Jakar turns back to the group, Demel, Heathen and Arc. "Okay, while he's off doing that, come with me." He walks up to the left wall. Decorative pairs of interlocking hexagons are on it. He places his hand on one closer to the bar, near the door down to the Pleasure Hub. A secret door, blended perfectly with the wall, opens up next to the Pleasure Hub door. A security personnel, leaning up right inside the door snaps up then relaxes as he notices it's Jakar. Jakar motions for the others to follow.
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Arc-08 wrote:"You have my attention, though why are we in the pleasure hub?"
Demel looks at what Arc said and then back at Jakar, his eyes widening and a grin flooding his face.
"Oh Jakar! You shouldn't have! But I haven't made you the booth yet!" He says in a sarcastic voice, chuckling to himself quietly.
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Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
16
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Posted - 2013.10.10 04:06:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote:
Jakar looks down for just a brief moment and bows slightly. She returns it with confidence, a sly smile on her face. She mouths a word to Jakar, "Clients?". He shakes his head and turns back to the wall, pulling out his datapad. He inputs a command and a door opens.
Demel quickly throws his hair to to the side by throwing his hair to the side out of his face with a pleasant and casual grin, trying to catch the eye of the fancy lady while turning his body towards her when following Jakar. He then resumes his focus and follows Jakar with a questioning expression, traveling deeper into the club, wondering why.
Jakar Umbra wrote:
He turns to the group behind him. "Welcome to my monitoring room. Lot of good it seems to be doing lately, with all the stuff that's been going on."
Demel looks around the room and shrugs, admiring the set up and the various screens.
"Pretty good sec-rig you got running." He says, spinning on his heal while looking around the room.
He then slowly slides his hands into his pants pocket.
"But why show us this," He says, tilting his head to the side, "You're not the type to show off...so why?" |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
16
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Posted - 2013.10.12 06:54:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote:J
Jakar sighs as he takes a seat. "You're right Demel, I'm not one to show-off. The reason I've brought you here is to thank you for your assistance with all that's happened. I also want to ask if you guys are interested enough to be more or less my freelance security. Having a couple of immortals I can rely on with the hell that this place seems to be turning out to be would be invaluable, and don't worry. No uniforms. Demel we'll discuss you supplying me with the booth for the bouncer. If I like what I see, I'll contract you for a few heftier matters."
Demels eyes widened and a lucrative grin grew on his face, expanding from cheek to cheek.
"Sure! Name you're time whenever you're ready." He said.
He then checked his neocom for a response from Maximia, finding nothing yet. He then changes his facial expression to a slight unpleasant pucker, but held back with his usual cunning grin and eyes.
Jakar drops his head as he remembers something. "Dammit, I think I forgot to order a new front door. Think you can get a reinforced layered hexplate tungsten door about half a metre thick with enough hydraulics to close it in about a second in an emergency?" Before Demel could respond, Jakar added, "Keep in mind the first front door wasn't made of that. I'm just covering my bases." [/quote]
Demel breathes in deeply, blinking a little and sketching the design in his head. He then opens his mouth to speak to Jakar while brain storming a rough blue print
"Doors aren't my specialty, but I can see what I can do...materials are easy to find and I could throw in some bonuses....." he then sighs and takes note of the items in a journal in his neocom. He then looks up at Jakar.
"I have an office set up by the way. Come by whenever I'm in there or my coworker- oh you guys haven't met, haven't you?" |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
17
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Posted - 2013.10.17 01:53:00 -
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Arc-08 wrote:"Hey Demel, what do you do exactly, besides being a merc?" Arc asks Demel. "You sure do seem like a handy guy."
Demel then crosses his arms and looks at Arc in a prideful expression.
"I run a little weapons manufacture industry, just for the kicks. Barely brings in profit, but it's just enough to keep the company going," He then raises his hands to show his palms as he speaks, hinting the quaint fire arms power, "They are mostly for civilians as personal defense....and police men...."
He then shifts towards Jakar.
Jakar Umbra wrote:
"Think of it more like a giant piston made with the dimensions of a door. It's essentially a wall with hydraulics."
"Oh I get that, getting some references off some missile doors, vaults, or airlocks could do the trick. It's just I'm not too sure how were going to get it in...were going to build it directly onto the area, or move it in?" |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
18
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Posted - 2013.10.17 05:54:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote:
"It should easily take the position of the last emergency door, with some adjustments for size and the new mechanics. I can foreman the installation and hire the crew easily enough; put some of my more potent skills to use. It's just removal of the bulkhead, adjust for the new door's size and the new hydraulics, make sure it responds as required and for the most part that should be it. With the right equipment and an efficient enough crew it honestly should take less than an hour unless something happens. The walls are decently reinforced but there's honestly a lot of empty space in that particular area just for such a situation."
"I got a exosuit you can borrow for removing what's there right now. First, let me get some blueprints or measurements and I'll be on my way to the drawing board, I'll send a picture and some models to your neocom along with an estimate. My guess is uhh..." He then holds his hand in his head and quickly throws his head back, breathing in air after his quick calculations, "Around 270,320 isk, including my percentage and maybe low wage worker percentage. hydraulics should be easy to find and I could get everything shipped here. It all sounds very manageable really." He reassures.
He then opens his neocom and makes a couple orders on the spot to some contacts he knows from factories and shipyards.
"Why don't I build a 1:3 demo in my office work-area, give a small demo for you?"
Jakar Umbra wrote:
Why does everyone like disturbing the peace. It's just a club."
Demel shrugs and smiles, "I don't know...it's fun, people will always want to do something reckless..." |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
21
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Posted - 2013.10.19 17:36:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote:
"I'd prefer to do it all at once. I'm doubtful that much else will happen." Jakar gets a distant look in his eye for a moment. "I think I'll eat out today. Maybe that place that just opened; Aria's I think it is. I'll stop by your place once I'm finished eating. I don't think I'll need a demo though. I've seen enough of those types of doors to know how they work and, in some cases, make them work when they're not supposed to. You ever see a HAV get crushed by one fit onto a warehouse?" Jakar smiles lightly and shakes his head at the memory, leaving it to Demel's imagination.
After a few seconds, Jakar stands up and walks to the door. "I'm going to lunch. I'll see you in maybe an hour."
Demel nods to his request and grins a little, chuckling at the HAV getting crushed in a warehouse....and one angry mercenary pilot. He then nods a goodbye to Jakar with a small wave and makes his way out of the club too, over to his office to get supplies and to start drawing the blueprint.
((summit hallways)) |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.11.27 06:13:00 -
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Demel enters the club with a gleeful expression, his formal, tight grey vest with black Victorian vine like detailing, inner black dress shirt with equally skinny black dress pants somehow complimenting his androgynous appearance as he makes his way into the club. His hands, thumbs casually slipped inside his pants pocket, in a cool, confident, and fashionable way. His hair, tied back with two Caldari traditional, red "chopstick" hair ties inside with the words "Ashes to dust" written in a Minmatar dialect and "Steal to rust" written in a Caldari dialect in black ink. Although, one who have to take a closer look to notice the fine letters, and a knowledge of both languages to understand.
He casually slips a datapad from the inside pocket of his vest, he had a touch of all the cultures in him you might say, lightly Minmatared colored pigment of skin, Caldari hair, Gallente Vest, all he needed was an Amarrian touch.
He taps the datapad while walking into the club, noticing the various guards and nods to them pleasantly, "Hello, gentlemen." He says soothingly and perhaps more womanly than usually. Manipulation was his mastery, and he was sure to use it on his contractor's personnel. He probably looked just as womanly as he did manly.
Sighing, he looks outward to the club and slowly makes his way towards Jakar's offices and security quarters. Until that is,
Niina Eskola wrote:
"Yo!" she hollers, whipping off her sunglasses to reveal her eyes outlined in gold mascara, "What gentleman wants to buy this girl a drink?"
Demel stops, nearly dropping his datapad from his hands. He stares, and stares, and stares at Niina. His eyes wide and piercing, mouth slightly open. He blinks a little and calmly makes his way to the bar Niina's at. Demel bites his lip along the way and plays a smile on his face.
"I hope you don't mind my company, Ms...." Demel says pulling up towards Niina.
He was perhaps shorter than her, but perhaps not in ethos, his demeanor was calm, confident, and charismatic. A slight smile danced on his face and his eyes glowed in a serene yet somehow suave nature.
"A drink for the fine lady, not too hard, nor too soft, " Demel soothes to the bartender while staring at Niina, back pointed towards the bar and elbows resting upon it, "And something of the same for me."
Jakar's doors could wait.... he had other business to settle, for now. |
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Demel Derpovsky
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Posted - 2013.11.29 06:19:00 -
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Niina Eskola wrote:
"M--Make it something stronger! This weak ass kakku **** isn't doing anything for me!"
She looks over at Demel, covering her mouth playfully.
"Sorry, mixed drinks get me a bit mouthy... Among other things. My name's Niina."
She eyes Demel up and down. He seemed like just the sort of interesting that'd she wouldn't mind being around.
Demel eyes widen, he had a "cat" like feature to him, elegantly moving to the beams of light in the smallest ways. His black bangs covering some of his face, and the dim room veiling his light caramel skin with an attracting yet mysterious visage.
"Strong stomach you have there, Bravo!" He says, clapping his hands with a exhale.
The bartender passes him a glass as he makes his way towards him.
"Ey, Demy, when's the boss's doors comin'," He says in a slight British accent as he looks at Demel with tired eyes, "Heard you've got a lil' deal wit' th' big guy up th' stairs."
"In time...maybe tomorrow." Demel says with a smile.
He then shifts his attention back to Niina,
"Niina you say? That's an interesting name," He then looks over to her jacket, "and an interesting jacket."
He drinks his drink smoothly and bites his bottom lip a little, alcohol wasn't his best, and he did not want to get drunk.
"So tell me, what is Eskola?" |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.11.29 06:22:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote:Jakar watches as Leithe tries to hide his taking of some kind of narcotic, which surprises him given the fact that narcotics are allowed and even sold in his club.
((sorry I laughed so hard when I saw this, I gotta write this real quick:
DISCLAIMER: The Second Hex Club does not support drug use to minors and only of age, proper health, and background may be allowed to enter. Stay in school, don't do drugs. Winners don't do drugs.
Okay I'm done.
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Demel Derpovsky
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Posted - 2013.11.30 01:37:00 -
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Niina Eskola wrote:
"My corporation," Niina grins as she takes a sip of her next drink.
Demel opens his eyes a little more, flipping his chin by a couple centimeters and nods slowly, he smiles an approving smile and adjusts his position a little, looking right at her eyes and then to the emblem and back.
Niina Eskola wrote:
"I'm kind of a big deal. At least, I think I am."
She giggles for a moment before leaning forward again and pulling her shirt taunt against her chest to display the emblem.
"I'm joking, we're small time for now. That comes with advantages though. Less paperwork, y'know?"
She winks at Demel.
"Oh I know...." He says as she talks about the paper work. He smoothly downs the rest of his drink and looks back at her with the same calm, suave expression.
Niina Eskola wrote:
"Transactions like weapon modifications, arms shipments, and intelligence networking doesn't have to get wrapped up in the corporate bullshit."
She covers her mouth again and blushes slightly as she grins.
"I got slow down on this drinking!" she stammers with a smile.
Sit up, make him think you're interested in him, show off a bit, lean forward, fein helplessness... Men always seemed to fall for the same act.
Demel nods and taps the table a little ever so often and stares at the floor as she finishes talking. He pauses for a couple seconds, thinking of his next move as he stares blankly. He quickly flashes a small, concealed smirk and bites his lip a bit.
"The war economy is quite the thrill these days," He says, moving his eyes back towards her and tilting his head a little to the side by only a fraction of a noticeable degree, "Surely all these conflicts and these mysterious 'sites' all of the pilots have been talking about does bring in quite a lot of money."
He then looks at her eyes for a couple seconds and smiles a little, "Want to dance," he says suddenly, "I know the DJ's line up for today, he's going to play a slow-dance song in the next song. It's up to you really, but after all I did treat you to a drink." |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.12.03 08:08:00 -
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Niina Eskola wrote:
"What, so you buy a girl a drink and you think that gives you a free ticket to try and get in her pants? I mean... That is what you're after, isn't it? Really, if it is then you might as well just skip all formalities and 'cut to the chase.'"
Demel turns and calmly looks at his drink and sips at as she speaks, his face slowly becomes calm, open eyed, but calm along with a slow inhale and turns to her with his usual smile.
"Hm...I guess let's cut the chase." He says with a sly, curling grin developing on his face.
"Demel Derpovsky," He says in a dry, monotone voice, extending his hand outward in a formal and poignant Caldari manner, "CEO of Derringer Defenses."
His face has gone dark, his eyes fixed on her face with a deep, sharp gaze. Lips reposed but stern configure, back straight, shoulders spread and legs formally tucked in towards the chair.
"It'll be fun being in competition with you, a good performance of economics and politics...minus the legalities I hope." He says, his same cunning grin reappearing and a slight inhale at the end.
He then checks the time on his neural neocom with a slight twitch of the eye.
"Well, now that the formalities are done, I have more important affairs to attend to. Have fun at the bar- and.....loose the jacket....I mistook you for a working lady the moment you entered the bar with those clothes, but keep the logo....that is a nice font."
Demel stands up from his chair and backs away slowly in a slight limp motion and waves with wavy fingers, his grin full on and a slight high chuckle following suit. With a swivel of the ball of his foot he walks away towards Jakar's office. |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.12.03 08:17:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote:
"I guess I like to think I am a hunter, I hunt rabbits, where ever they go, whatever they do."
Jakar pours himself a whiskey as he listens to the conversation and begins sipping it slowly. "Who are you?" - Arc's words echo inside his head. Who am I, now? The question nags at him and it sours him for a second a he stares into the glass of whiskey. He had been a few things; none perhaps so dark as what some of these other immortals had experienced, but still, looking back they had made him and twisted him into what he no longer wanted to be, but the temptation to be it was ironically probably at the bottom of the same bottle of whiskey sitting on the counter to his right. He takes another sip.
"What do you think of the club so far?" Jakar asks, changing the subject; the current one is clearly bothering Leithe and quite frankly it is bothering him too. [/quote]
Demel, seeming to appear behind Jakar's chair, throws himself onto Jakar's shoulders and puts his head next to his,
"Boo!" He jumps as he takes a couple steps back, laughing slightly and twirling a slender tube like device in his hands.
"Jakar, I am pleased to announce that your doors are ....ready." He says as he unravels the tube to show a "scroll" like datapad within it.
"Everything's good to go for tomorrow, labor crew, materials, and the rest precisely in-"
He quickly checks the time on his neural neocom with the twitch of his eye to the side
"11:39 and finished in 15:12! If you have any last minute touches or problems...it's too late- Just kidding! Let me know- no but seriously this time-, let me know. We can always have them installed whenever your ready."
He then notices his companions at the table, "Oh hello! Mind if I have a drink?" |
Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.12.04 07:46:00 -
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[quote=Niina Eskola]
She doesn't shake it.
Demel quietly lowers his hand and tilts his head to the side.
Quote:
His face has gone dark, his eyes fixed on her face with a deep, sharp gaze. Lips reposed but stern configure, back straight, shoulders spread and legs formally tucked in towards the chair.
"It'll be fun being in competition with you, a good performance of economics and politics...minus the legalities I hope." He says, his same cunning grin reappearing and a slight inhale at the end.
"Yes. I am sure you will become a major competitor in the... Door market I assume?"
He stops and looks at her, his face gone serious minus a slight hint of joy in his eyebrows, noticing her insult.
"Of weapon manufacturing....the door's a simple favor." He retorts.
He then checks the time on his neural neocom with a slight twitch of the eye....((rest follows suit)), although he doesn't pay attention to Niina's next words, the conversation was done and he figured his goal was accomplished.
((lol, sorry, had to say, that was pretty funny :), great RPing with you.))
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Demel Derpovsky
Derringer Defenses
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Posted - 2013.12.05 05:35:00 -
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Jakar Umbra wrote:
"I'd ask how you got behind the bar, but my staff knows you. Thank you. I'll send an email around to my staff with the dates so we can accommodate it." He motions to Leithe "Leithe Askarii," - back to Demel - "Demel Derpovsky. Demel is a contractor that I had obtain me a new door after some maniac decided to blow it up."
"Pleasure to meet you!" Demel says in a chipper tone, bowing slightly and beaming a cheeky smile.
His eyes suddenly shoot wide open, neural neocom message. Demel half blinks with both eyes and slowly regains his composure while fixing his collar.
"Well, I can't seem to sit and drink, so maybe later," He then hops onto the side of a shelf, clinking a couple bottles and merchandise in the process to hoist himself into an open ventilation shaft. His head then peeps outwards and looks at Jakar motionlessly.
"You should add security inside your ventilation shafts...."
He then shuts the door and the small pit platter sound knees and palms crawling through the ducts echo quietly throughout the room.
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