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Post by Deleted on Aug 8, 2014 22:06:55 GMT -6
Baron, Catie, and Sam finally made it to the village by Vincent's hideout. "Seems pretty much the same when I first got here," Baron said to Catie and Sam. "I want to go shopping," Catie said very excited. "Well you and Sam can go shopping I am heading over to the inn and set us up with a room," Baron said to Catie and Sam. "Fine meanie," Catie teased playfully. "Hey you should know I am not a morning person I just want to take a quick nap," Baron told Catie. " Fine but I expect you to make it up to me later," Catie said with a mischievous grin. "Sam please hold on to this," Baron said as he gave Sam the gold to hold. "Take care son see you in a few," Sam said. "Also Catie take this," Baron said tossing Catie a bow and arrow. "No not again," Sam said with fear. "Don't worry you wouldn't have to be a target this time just watch over her make sure she is doing it right," Baron said as he left for the inn.
"When Baron was walking for the inn he would get the same mixed results of suspicion or curiosity. Honestly unlike before it didn't really bother him he learned to accept certain things and just go with the flow. When Baron got to the inn the owner noticed him from when he was here with Vincent and Serlen.
" Usually I charge an arm and a leg for rooms of this top quality but because of your connections I guess I can cut you a deal," the owner said. Baron was appreative while the owner asked if he needed two separate rooms for him and Catie. "I only need one room me and her are engaged now," Baron said. "Ahhh to be long and in love just keep the 'noise' down that's the only rule I have," the owner said while elbowing Baron. "Thanks for the hospitality, I know it might be strange considering I am a... I am different," Baron said. "Don't think nothing of it, I can't speak for everyone but that person you were with Vin I think his name was he's as different as they come," the owner named Pete said. "The few times I seen him it was just small talk but something about him seemed trusting, I get the same feeling from you," Pete said. "Thanks I am going to take a short nap if a hyper girl with long pink hair, a tail, and pointy ears comes in with a black cat they are with me, can you show them to our room?" Baron asked. "Can do take care kid," Pete said handing Baron a room key.
"Ahh wonderful sleep," Baron said as he fell asleep in the bed.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2014 11:02:43 GMT -6
Serien looked over the map a few hours later, mapping out their next route. He want particularly interested in traveling with only or person. And if he was going to be a mercenary in the strange world, then he was going to have to form some allies. And the first thing to do was to form a traveling mercenary group. They were pretty close to what Shalla called the Alibab republic.
In his free time, he took the time to learn about these ruling countries, filing them away for information. This continent was quite similar to his own really. Three countries operating on a single continent. He looked over his weapons. There would e a time where Alyrun was useless and he would need different types. Not to mention Shalla was looking into a combat role.
He decided to buy a lance and another sword. It would require some hard work, but he could do it. Folding the letter up, the foreign prince returned to the camp site. "I assume you've decided what weapon you want to study?"
Shalla was buried in a book about weapons. "Huh? Oh, an axe. I can really break someone's face in with that." She smirked, putting the book down. He simply blinked at her.
He was starting to get used to her weird quirks and thoughts.
"I don't really have experience with an axe, but my father did teach me how to use them." His tone took on a lost in thought tone. Once breaking himself from memories, Serlen unfolded the map again. "Okay, we are heading into the Alibab republic tomorrow. I'm thinking of seeing if we can find some others so I can put together a team of mercenaries. We can just spend the years traveling. We need income, and income to feed us." He said simply.
"Didn't take you for the type to be a mercenary leader. What type of tasks are we undertaking? Killing slavers? Transporting crates?" She bounced on the heels of her feet.
If he wasn't so detached, Serlen would have smiled.
"A variety of things. From what I'm hearing, this continent is taking some sharp turns and may be headed towards war. I hold no joy for war, but the current situation is highly profitable."
"And you plan on taking advantage of that? Smart." Shalla muttered, tapping her foot.
"Nothing personal, just doing what I can so we can survive. Speaking of that, why are you following me anyway? You could probably become the head of a church." He asked curiously. This ha been bothering him for some time now.
"Don't worry about that. Oh! I'd better get the tents broken down." Shalla said quickly, speed walking out of sight.
Serlen blinked in confusion. "...women."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2014 14:59:55 GMT -6
After finishing the usual routine of breaking down camp, Serlen and Shalla were on their way to Alibab. Later, they would look upon this as a day of change,but an unknown amount of time later found the two inside Alibab. Shalla stuck close to him, warily watching the people, specifically males, looked at her. "I don't like this place." She whispered.
Serlen looked over. "I'm not familiar of this place, so stick close." He answered quietly. He had read about the state of Alibab, particularly the two problems that plagued it. While Begonia rarely had to worry about slavers and prostitution die to the strict rules there. The concept wasn't foreign to Serlen As he had spent a few times routing said things out in a few minor countries.
"I think I'm smart enough to know that." Shalla replied.
So far they had escaped any...notice.
"Hands off my sis!"
Serlen recognized what that meant. "And what are you going to do little ma-Urk!" The sound of a body slumping to the ground. Serlen looked around the corner to find a raven haired girl removing a lance from a recent corpse. Raise her was a boy probably no older than thirteen who kicked the corpse in the head. "I hate these ba*****." The boy muttered.
"Agreed, the situation here gets worse every day." The girl answers, staring st the corpse with disdain.
"Are you two alright?" Shalla called from the alleyway. The two siblings looked up. "Who at you?" The kid asked bluntly.
Serlen certainly wasn't about to say anything. "I'm Alice, and this is my brother, Eden." Alice introduced, staring at Serlen with distrust.
Another thing he hated about places like this. They gave a bad name, and in turn have him one.
"..."
"Don't worry about this blockhead, he just doesn't speak much." Shalla laughed, stepping over.
"I have an offer." A formal tone.
Alice stepped forward cautiously. "What type of offer? And if-"
"How well can you handle mercenary work?" Serlen interjected.
He was sure that caught the girl off guard. "Are you some type of mercenary?" Alice raised a eyebrow.
"Somewhat. I'm looking to put together a group." He explained.
"I don't know." Alice answered uncertain.
"We need the money. I mean mother and father left-"
"Eden!" Alice cuts off sharply.
"You don't have to join really. Like I said, an offer." Serlen turned.
"Hey wait! I guess we can join. I'm skilled in life magick and my brother here uses Type six." Alice shouted, following him.
Serlen stopped. "I'm not familiar with life magick. I'm elemental myself." He replied truthfully.
"Talk to animals, plants, etc." Alice listed nervously. She wondered if he would be accepted.
"That's actually useful. The animals can tell us enemy movements and other things like the terrain. Consider yourself hired Alice and Eden. You'll be payed when we get our first client." A rare smile graced his lips.
"I have a friend named Mark. He's skilled in death magick and he makes maps." Alice spoke up. Shalla grinned. "Great! We just need a few more people."
"Lead the way." Serlen added.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 9, 2014 23:06:26 GMT -6
While Barron was asleep him and Van were having a duel in the middle of a clearing right next to some woods.
"No no no," Van said to Baron. "If me and you are going to be as one you are going to have to learn to fight," Van said. "You focus too much on style and flash and you forget the very basics," Van told Baron. "You give your opponent too much of an opportunity to counter attack or defend against your move," Van finished up.
"Fine we will try things your way," Baron said to Van while the sparring went on.
Baron and Van were so caught up in there training they didn't notice the young lady with long brunet hair, fair skin, crystal blue eyes, and a flowing white gown. Make her way over and just sat on the nearest log watching them.
"That's enough for now," Van told Barron. "Now we rest," Van said sitting down. " I am glad to see my two favorite boys get along," the lady called out. "I wonder why Catie is in my dream?" Baron asked himself. Van just shrugged his shoulders to Barons question. "Is that anyway to address your mother?" the lady said as she made her way over. Baron and Van began to wounder why his mom would be in his dream til Baron turned around and saw the young lady. "M m m m mo mom mother," Baron stuttered out. "It has been too long baby," Mary told Barron into a big hug. "Your your your dead," Baron choked out to Mary. "Baron I am leaving this woman might try to seal me away again," Van said as he faded into the shadows.
"Barron you should know, that many strange things happen when you make a pact in front of the world tree even if it is only a child," Mary told Baron as Baron could do was cry while in his mom's embrace. "You are dead I remember the day you passed away from old age," Baron stammered out in between crying. "Well the sapling can't bring me back to life it can allow me to visit you once in a while baby," Mary told her son. "The reason I am here is that during the pact ceremony the sapling touched upon your heart and in a way gave me new life in your dreams," Mary said.
"Before you ask my child I will tell you the story on how me and your dad met," Mary said. "Also I can't see into the future only up to the current time," Mary said. "Like how I know you and that sweet young girl are engaged and how all this time you two just seemed perfect for one another," Mary said. As Baron began calming down he sat next to his mom. "While I am here let me tell you about the time me and your dad met," Mary said to Baron.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 10, 2014 10:33:15 GMT -6
Many decades ago....
A young lady by the Mary with her simple white T-shirt, her long brown hair flowing down to her back, wearing a simple cloth skirt and her simple pair of shoes. Mary is tghe daughter of two of the more famous shopkeepers in Shaldra but doesn't like to be too flashy despite her wealth. "Sigh, everyday is the same nothing ever changes," Mary sighed with a huff. "Besides all these guys only want one thing, geez sometimes its such a burden being the only daughter of two wealthy shopkeepers," Mary lamented. "Isn't there someone out there who doesn't care about money or that other thing," Mary said. "Probably doesn't help that as a type 4 I can pick up on there thoughts," Mary said while strolling down the street. "Not like its hard to ready these 'men's' mind," Mary said as she saw someone strange.
"Hmm this should be fun besides it's not like I have to get close to him," Mary said as she gave pursuit. "That's odd usually I can read his mind by now, no matter I will just have to get closer," as Mary countinued to stalk the stranger. "Man what is with this person and what's with that face it seems strange in a way," Mary said as she saw the stranger sit down to eat. "Oh that's why his face was creepy it was a mask but wait what are those," Mary said as she crept closer. "Wait are those fangs, then could he be what I think he is?" Mary said as she was almost face to face with the stranger.
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Post by SwordMasterEX on Aug 18, 2014 6:13:09 GMT -6
"Mist is pretty nice once you get acquainted with her. You just had the unfortunate, poor luck of triggering her temper. But I think you'll still find me the most pleasant after alone time together." Wha-wha states with just a hint of tease in her voice.
"I suppose we all have issues we're sensitive on." Cream's eyes glow faintly as the two gears meld. Restoration gear expands in size and the light flowing down into Hamon's wound slows until it's been closed and purified. As the gear begins to fade, it's soft, warm touch brushes against his deep sea explorer. She then feels his head for any bumps or bruises Lenna might have left. "It seems you're fine now. Although you may want to find a seamstress or tailor to fix your pants." Cream then moved on to Arcturus. She reapplied the gear allowing it's light to heal the wound left on Arcturus. Wha-wha temporarily left Hamon's side to restrain Arcturus in case he felt like moving too much.
"You know," Cream spoke as the gear split in two again. "Just because you don't agree with someone else's values doesn't mean you have a right to hit them without provocation. The last thing I need is you two starting a fight."
Shinedown was rather confused about something after Cream moved on. Whatever it was though, did not make much sense. "Hey! How come the white rabbit didn't pop up? When the gear turns, the rabbit is suppose to come up!"
Unbeknownst to all of them, a portal opened up several meters behind them. A person tumbled out who wasn't alone.
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Damn. What the hell is that? Naoki notices an object hurtling towards the earth at speeds to fast for his altitude. When it lands, the ground beneath him creates a wave that launches undead high into the sky. He didn't have a problem with this. However, that wave wasn't stopping soon enough and threatened to cause harm to his daughter. Quickly dashing to meet the earthen wave head on, Naoki stomped the ground. The earth hardened once again. The sudden shift caused earthen spikes to jut where the two influences of mana met. As Naoki stood there wondering what happened to the Cleatian, a hand of Darkness descended with what could be considered the pimp slap of the week.
Garceius was once again grabbed through the portal, but rather than a second round, he was dropped into a room inside the monastery.
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Alucard's grin came back as he saw the barriers dropped. About time. Now I can get rid of her handicap. A portal opened up under Pearl dropping her elsewhere while Van Halen was dropped in front of Alto and Mist. A glass case could be heard breaking inside the monastery just a few rooms ahead. Alucard would get to that later. First he had to deal with the young man dropped in front of him before Elia had a chance to heal. Alucard's eyes grew wider as he took measured steps forward. Within them shone his personal vampiric glyph. His gaze pierced through Garceius' mind and his voice sounded like honey as he ushered a command. "Stand before me and know your place. Tell me, what is your master's name?"
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"Oh father, you just missed him!" The middle aged man stood there staring at the young perky clerk dumbfound.
"Missed who? The delivery man came not less than an hour ago." The young lady shook her head.
"No, not Demarius! A strange man from the Alibab republic. He had this amazing new technology that just came out." The baker stroked his beard as he contemplated what device could rile up his daughter in such a fashion.
"This mystery man wasn't trying any funny business was he? Did he sound like he was trying to court you?"
"Wha- I mean totally not!" Her furious blush wasn't helping her case, but she did speak the truth. "It was this cool little device that could conjure a small portrait!" The father let out a sigh of relief. He raised her, and he could tell when she was being honest.
"Although, I wouldn't have minded if he tried..." This time the baker let out a jovial laugh.
"This man must have been quite the charmer if you're this flustered. So, what'd he look like?" The daughter fiddled with her thumbs for a bit. Her nervousness didn't ease, but she was able to recount a decent summary.
"Well... He was tall. I mean really tall! Like a wood wraith! And he had powerful looking muscles. He was built like a bull! And his hair was long, but not boy long. More Like mine. It went down to about his back. Oh and it was a really clean autumn brown. He let me run my fingers through it and It felt silky smooth! He had some tattoos on his arm, but they weren't scary skulls. They were just weird lines and it didn't look like they ended at just his arms. And he had one of those Isis Alibab wraps over his pants, which was weird, but not as weird as the mask and goggles he doesn't wear or his blood red eyes. And his black boots-"
"Ok, ok I get it!" The man put a stop to her before she continued rambling. "So he was a pretty boy. What did he want."
"Another man from the sound of his question."
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Just my luck. I've searched half the capital and no one even recognizes him. A grumble gets this man's attention. He knows he needs to stop for food, but A true man isn't brought down by mere hunger! A second louder grumble. B-but what kind of true man does not consume flesh for energy!? I've earned a break anyway! He stops at an eatery that speacilizes in soup. A grave mistake on his part, for how could he eat while still hiding his fangs? Of course! If his teeth are hidden by the bread, who would notice? He had just been served when a woman he hadn't noticed before was suddenly inches from his face. "Cav I Helf you?" He muffled out through a full mouth.
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Post by Golurkcanfly on Aug 18, 2014 11:07:01 GMT -6
"It was less of a hit and more of a cherry tap." Arcturus reasoned as he ceased any magic he still had active. "Plus, it's hard to argue that it wasn't at least a little bit funny. Friggin' leches."
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"The really creepy pale dude in front of me." Graecius responded in a less natural tone.
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Post by GX1997 on Aug 18, 2014 20:50:15 GMT -6
Graecius?! Did-...did they come looking for me here? If so, then did Jacob come too...?
Elia slowly stood up straight, as she began to heal, despite the fact that she hadn't even tried to do so yet. Normally it would be impossible for her to heal herself, given her inexperience with such techniques. Nevertheless, it was working. But at the same time, Elia felt her control over her magick was beginning to slip.
I've already pushed myself far beyond my normal limits. So why is it that I'm not only able to keep going, but become even stronger? How...?
"Is this...what happens when a mage pushes themself too far? They start losing control, feeling numb, becoming distant? Because I don't feel like myself, it's like...the power wants to take over."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 19, 2014 9:24:31 GMT -6
"Oh nothing sir just studying you if you don't mind," Mary said while staring at the stranger. "You are certainly very interesting fellow, haven't seen many people with fangs or whose mind I couldn't read," Mary told the stranger. "For future advise when talking to a proper lady like myself make sure you do it when your mouth isn't full," Mary told the stranger in an almost mock tone. Mary afterwards order something to eat herself while sitting pretty close (like two chairs over) to the stranger. Mary wanted to be close to the stranger mainly, because she's intruiged if nothing else unlike most who would probably been driven off by the sight of fangs. --------- "Catie you know those funds have to last us the rest of the trip right," Sam told Catie. "Really sir paws I didn't buy that much just a new dress for myself and a new red hat and yellow cape for Baron," Catie told Sam. "Plus a little surprise for Baron for when me and him are alone," Catie told Sam with a wink. "I shutter to ask what that surprise is," Sam said while shivering. "Nothing that concerns you bad, noisey kitty," Catie told Sam. "At least you practiced some control by not spending all our money," Sam said. "I don't know about you but I am hungry let's stop here," Catie said to Sam as they stopped inside one of the local taverns for some lunch. "Welcome we are currently running a special today," the hostess said. "That's a pretty kitty you have with you ms. if you want we give him some milk while you are eating," the hostess said while petting Sam. "Sigh why does everyone think I like milk just because I am a cat... Aw that feels so good her hands are nice and soft," Sam thought while purring away. So Catie and Sam took a seat at one of the tables while waiting for their waitress.
While waiting for there server Catie picked up a sweet smell and was courouis about what smelled so sweet. She eventually, ended up at the bar area by following her nose. "What smells so sweet and fruity?" Catie said. "Ah that's one of our specialty drinks its fruit and honey mixed with a little something extra," the bar tender told Catie. "I would like a glass please," Catie said while placing the money on the counter top. "Okay ms here you go," the bar tender said. "Umm Catie maybe you shouldn't have too much," Sam whispered to her. "Why what's the worse that can happen? Catie asked after she hiccuped upon taking her first gulp. 20 drinks later.....
"Oh my god I don't know if I should be rolling over in laughter or running for the hills," Sam though as he was watching a certain tipsy young lady standing on top of one of the tables and singing at the top of her lungs. "Come on everyone from the top again," Catie said while standing on top of one of the tables while a mob formed around her. Some were just as tipsy as her and liked the tune. Others were just concern for her safety. While others were just entertained by the sight. "Once again from the hiccup top everyone," Catie said with almost a joyous tone. "Fly Dragons Fly on the road to victory,". " Fly Dragons fly torch a bandit or two or three,". " Watch them hit hard and fly high our Dragons really soar,". "Fly Dragons Fly on the road to victory,". D-R-A-G-O-N-S, Dragons,". The crowd song in delight. After the last note Catie promptly fainted on top of one of the tables passed out. " Um Meow, Meow, MEOW, " Sam responded in horror.
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Post by The Big Cheese on Aug 23, 2014 9:03:43 GMT -6
Hamon pushes himself up, letting his enchanted pants mend themselves so that one leg is slightly shorter than the other. After all, what kind of Materialist goes out of the house without enchanted pants?
"I'd rather not see a seamstress, thanks." Hamon says, holding his hands behind his head to rest it on. "Digs up too much trauma. Oh, don't look back now but some weird portal just opened up around there. Probably nothing to worry about."
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Post by Deleted on Aug 23, 2014 9:20:51 GMT -6
Serlen and Shalla followed Alice as she led them to the person named Mark. "Thanks for leading us by the way." Serlen says, taking a wide sweep around Alibab. "No problem really. Just eager to get away from this town." Alice waved off, staring at the blue haired youth with a friendly smile. Shalla moved between them, a light grin on her face. "Sorry to interrupt, but what are we doing after this? Stay in Alibab for a bit?"
"Stay for awhile I guess." Serlen answered.
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Post by yellowclover on Aug 24, 2014 19:43:15 GMT -6
*Klang* *klunk* *skreek* "Pardon me milady, but I need to check on that." Mid announces in response to the disquieting noises coming from the engine room.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 25, 2014 6:43:48 GMT -6
"Of course." Ceridwen winces as the noises ravage her ear. She is sure to have a headache by morn, but she hasn't forgotten what she told Rosa. "Be safe in there." She adds, going to find herself a seat. "Is it alright if I step out quickly? One last look at my home?" She also adds
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Post by yellowclover on Aug 25, 2014 22:05:26 GMT -6
"Well of course milady, but don't you still have to pick up your luggage any way?" Replies Jarod jovially.
Meanwhile in the maintenance shaft. (Now that she has to travel under my command she acts all nice and respectful, when just yesterday I was barbaric trash. This duplicitous little shrew thinks she can butter me up with few honeyed words, does she really underestimate my intelligence that much or is this behavior just socialite instinct. Whatever the case at least I had an excuse to leave the room, even if it was to fix a com relay nocked loose by that lummox in sickbay. Damn it all why does the fate of the red wing lie in the hands of that brat? Are the heavens mocking me?) *klang* *crash* "Knock it off Aron!!" Mid yells through the wall as yet another relay is nocked loose by Aron's thrashing. (Why did he have to be the only capable type 7 in our village?)
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Post by Deleted on Aug 26, 2014 6:43:00 GMT -6
Cerdiwen watches Mid leave with calculating eyes. How peculiar that he had to leave so soon. "Strange." She mutters.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 27, 2014 14:30:25 GMT -6
"Again!"
Another shuffle of feet and the gentle clang of two weapons moving in tandem. "Come on Fenrir, our feet have to move at the same time, and strike towards the left and straight respectively." Adelle said, blowing a strand of hair upwards.
A frustrated sigh was her answer. "It isn't easy moving at the same speed. This technique is really hard to get down, and we have more steps to add too." A purple haired youth muttered. "Can we try again?" He asked hopefully, swinging what appeared to be a normal sword around.
"Yes, now come on. We have to master this." His companion exhaled. A crouch and two stepped forward again, yet at the same time. "Leap." Adelle instructed. Another leap at the same time and then an x shaped strike against the oak tree they had been practicing on. "Good, now to add the next-" she was caught off by a rumbling sound an then a huge crash.
"Great, we knocked down another tree. That's the 125th one this month." Fenrir grinned, moving his weapon to his shoulder. "Time for some lunch, I'm hungry, you bring something this time for us both?"
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Post by empireoffire on Aug 27, 2014 19:54:30 GMT -6
You know you've entered a bad neighborhood when you see a watermelon of all things get thrown out of a second-floor window.
Irving quickened his pace as he stepped over the watermelon remains and continued through the dirty and narrow streets of the Cleatian village. Covered in a robe and carrying a hand on his wallet at all times, he tried his hardest not to attract any attention to himself. In this kind of place, that attention ends up being the kind you don't want, which would almost certainly lead to a fight breaking out that would most certainly end horribly for almost everyone involved.
He ignored and sidestepped the advances of a prostitute saying the cliche'd "looking for a good time?" advertising slogan.
If I didn't know any better, I'd think I made a wrong turn somewhere and ended up in Alibab.
Turning another corner, he headed down a path leading downward. He saw a gate and a bouncer at attention in front of it. Upon approaching, someone inside yelled something and a skinny-looking man holding a bottle of booze was pushed out and thrown face-first to the floor. Irving ignored the drunkard as he picked himself up, murmured something to himself, and began dragging himself elsewhere. Irving showed a membership card to the bouncer, who wordlessly nodded and stepped aside to let him pass.
Entering the club, Irving heard cheering from the occupants standing around a ring. He could make out two shirtless, well-built, and heavily bruised men circling one another with raised fists wearing boxing tape. One of them threw a right hook, but the other ducked underneath and retaliated with a left hook to the ribs and and uppercut to the face. The man taking the beating staggered back and shook his head, his focused look showing that he wasn't fazed despite receiving two clean hits. The two began circling once more, occasionally making feints in search for an opening.
Irving looked away from the right and instead looked to see a lightly-dressed figure wearing a wooden mask crossing their arms and leaning against the corner wall. Irving took out a piece of paper and re-read the given description he was given.
Looks like it checks out. Now the code-phrase is...
Irving walked up to a spot next to the masked man and began leaning against the wall as well.
"...That mother hen packs a mean whallop."
"I was wondering when you would come", said the man. His voice was muffled by the mask, but otherwise sounded normal. The fact that the voice wasn't raspy, echo-y, or demonic sounding didn't raise any DO NOT TAKE THIS JOB red flags.
"This is the first time I've been to this village in particular", said Irving. "I got lost."
The man nodded in understanding. "How's business? I heard those Los Muertos and Skullmen gangs are having a war and are starting to hire mercenaries to do some of their bidding for them. They're two of the probably biggest gangs from the Republic, you know. They got some claws in the Empire and I don't doubt they have some pockets of operations over in the Alliance either."
"You got a point?" interrupted Irving.
"I am merely making small talk", said the man. "But I know you've come only to talk business."
"You're offerin' quite the sum", said Irving. "Who is it that pissed you off so much?"
"My offer requires the elimination of multiple individuals. However, I must give you the name of only one of them right now. Consider it a... test, to see if you might be capable of dealing with the rest."
The man gave Irving another piece of paper. He read it.
"Target: Irmar Renning. Occupation: Pimp. Location: This village. Reward: 450 gold."
"He heads some forced prostitution operations in this area", said the man. "I doubt he will be missed."
"You want him dead or alive?"
"Dead", said the man. "Do not concern yourself with proof. I have... contacts. I will learn of his demise when it comes.
I will wait here as you perform your duties. I hear he operates to the south, though I confess I haven't verified this information."
Irving stood back upright. "I'll think of something. Very well, we have a deal."
Irving left the club as one of the pugilists in the ring managed to KO the other. The spectators began exchanging money among themselves.
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Post by empireoffire on Aug 28, 2014 22:18:06 GMT -6
As he traveled back through the streets he just came from, Irving had time to think to himself.
Can't say I'm all that fond of this job, but it has it's perks sometimes. Had I known about this guy, I would've done somethin' about it for free. Instead, I get paid. Sure, there's the whole "doing it myself thing"... that I really don't like doing... But still, you have to think of positives! Why live life as a brooding--
He paused as he heard a woman shrieking in terror. He continued walking toward the source of the noise and came to the sight of a long, brown-haired woman wearing nothing but a sash around her waist and a cotton wrap around her chest area forced to kneel on the ground as some big guy carried a cleaver on one hand and was grabbing the woman's hair and forcing her current position with his other hand. Irving stayed out of sight and reached for the weapon slung behind his back but under his robes. Despite the commotion, none of the people sitting in the streets really seemed to be paying attention. Apparently, this sort of thing was like any other day in this hive of scum and villainy.
"Stupid b****!" yelled the man. "You really think Irmar won't hear about this?!"
"No! Please!" cried the woman. "I didn't mean to--"
Irving reached for his belt and pulled out a purple-colored Slot and inserted it into his weapon.
"You can't dig through my pockets by accident!" continued the man. "What kind of dumbass do you think I am?!
The woman wept and said nothing as Irving got down on one knee and raise his weapon at the man, taking aim through what his blacksmith called a "scope" (which was a ludicrously stupid thing to call it, but the wishes of the creator must be respected).
"You know what? That kind of thing deserves a greater punishment! You think Irmar will care if you're found dead somewhere?! We have others!!"
Irving held down the trigger and began charging his weapon.
"NO!! Please!!"
The woman shrieked as the man raised his cleaver. Irving's weapon fired a pulse of dark energy shaped like a skull at the man before his cleaver could embed itself on the woman and connected with the man's back. He jerked back and dropped both the woman and his knife. He stood shaking and crying out in pain as his skin and clothing turned a dark gray before his entire body began dissolving away, as if turning into a dark ash and getting blown away (despite the lack of wind in the air).
I ain't never gonna get used to that. Haled is probably too good at what he does.
Irving hid his "Ryfel" back under his robe as he ran and offered a hand to the woman; whom he recognized as the prostitute he had earlier ignored when he didn't have confirmation that forced prostitution was going on in the background of this village.
"Are you okay?"
The woman looked at him horrified. She had dark eyes and a pretty face. She was trembling in fear and/or shock at what just happened, but nonetheless accepted Irving's help. He resisted every urge to snap his hand back. He may hate being touched, but it would be rude to do anything about it when he's the one who offered.
"Y-Y-You killed him?" she stuttered. "Why did you kill him?! Now Irmar's going to--"
"I know; but I want to do somethin' about it", he said. "...Can we go somewhere else, though? Other men of his might come."
The prostitute hesitated. "...My house. It's the only private place I know."
"Can you lead the way?"
The woman hesitated as she observed him some more. She then nodded and turned to quickly walk elsewhere. Irving followed.
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Post by Deleted on Aug 29, 2014 9:21:30 GMT -6
"Relax Fenrir, they always grow back eventually." Adelle chirped. She lower her shield soon afterwords. "Is your request coming from Mark yet?" She asked casually. She leaned against the tree to watch her friend.
"Not yet, I'm thinking of traveling to Alibab to get them instead." Fenrir shrugged, swinging his weapon around lazily. "I really need to update the gears in this. I sent him the design and we've been collaborating on a new, fresher gear piece for the Granblade. He won't stop complimenting me on being a technological genius." He frowned at the last part of his sentence.
Fenrir slung the weapon over his back. "I left a note for mom, let's head to Alibab." He decided.
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Post by yellowclover on Aug 30, 2014 15:48:53 GMT -6
"Well Milady would you like to have a couple of us escort you home so you can retrieve your luggage for the trip?" Asks Jarod.
"And don't worry about Mid, he takes ship maintenance very seriously." Add Rosa.
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