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Post by Kidney on Jun 8, 2020 21:41:39 GMT -8
[Volundr]He looks at Darrio...at the gun in his hands. Gears a grinding, battle scenarios get played out in the warriors head. Not all of them he survives. He has a chance though. But...would he put his money on it?"Hammer to the gunfight...nah, I don't like those odds."- he puts the hammer away after awhile. He does not put away his shield though. There was a saying: either you are with a shield or you are on the shield. He prefered to stay with the former.
"And you are?" He said, eyes insinuating a wink approaching. "Its important I know, because we are going to be working together very soon."
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Post by rosallora on Jun 11, 2020 19:53:10 GMT -8
[Jackal]
He doesn't want to endure this woman's little story. Who cares about her life! Not him! But he shuts his mouth and follows along. Maybe she was the beating type. She didn't seem like the beating type (she was barely any bigger than him) but you never know. Maybe she was secretly scary. He grimaces and walks along, hating every second of this. "Listen. You don't actually have to put me in jail," he tries. "I'm a kid! You wanna see a kid hang?" He looks around at the bodies on the ground, thinking about Stensia and Banneround. "They'll do it. They'll kill me. They'll kill me good if you put me in a cell."
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Post by twostepsback on Jun 11, 2020 22:44:53 GMT -8
"Kid, life here may be hard, but I doubt many of the folks in town are going to be comfortable giving the cramp word (death sentence) to a child. I know I'm not." Charissa counters, before going silent for a time. After a few minutes pass, Charis haltingly asks "Kid... Did any of your... friends particularly... enjoy killing?"
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Post by rosallora on Jun 11, 2020 22:50:27 GMT -8
[Jackal]
"Well yeah," he says. "Duh. They're - WE'RE bandits. We kill and we loot and we rob. And the weak ones end up dead at the bottom of the pile." His words have a quality that suggest they're repeated - he's heard them from someone else first. "Tonight was supposed to be my first. I told them - I told them I'd do it. But I didn't."
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Post by twostepsback on Jun 11, 2020 22:59:09 GMT -8
"I know that, but I mean... Like, did anyone have a particularly high kill count? Or maybe someone liked... drawing things out?" Charissa clarifies. She sounds truly worried about something, and Jackal might notice that Charis has started rubbing the underside of her left forearm.
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Post by rosallora on Jun 11, 2020 23:02:19 GMT -8
[Jackal]
He notices her starting to get nervous, and presses the advantage. "Yeah... Don-Jon gets real bad with it. Heard from Julie that he likes to really draw it out. Get all the GUTS out of someone before they die. Feeds you your own intenstine! And Jeanne is really bad too - she gets all the fingers off and then she fillets you like a fish! Like a fish and all your scales get off and you're just a bunch of MEAT!" The boy grins, obviously taking some sort of small sadistic glee in this.
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Post by twostepsback on Jun 11, 2020 23:11:11 GMT -8
Charissa sighs. "Great... Two potential Morghs..." She mutters, just loud enough for Jackal to hear. "Really don't want one, let alone two, of those things wandering around."
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Post by rosallora on Jun 11, 2020 23:18:41 GMT -8
[Jackal]
"Yeah well-" she doesn't look nearly scared enough for his tastes "-they'll COME FOR YOU in the night if you let them lock me up! And when they come and get me I'll tell them exactly what your face looks like."
The Guildhall, and thus, their destination, was fast approaching.
"But if you - if you let me go I'll tell them to spare you! And when they kill everyone in this stupid town then you won't be! Dead. That is."
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Post by twostepsback on Jun 11, 2020 23:33:40 GMT -8
Charissa snorts, "Never mind... Shouldn't talk about things you don't know, kid." She remarks as she pats Jackal on the shoulder. "A Morgh is a kind of Undead, though more self-aware than the walking bones you might have seen around your home in the Weald," Charis explains.
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Post by rosallora on Jun 11, 2020 23:37:34 GMT -8
[Jackal]
"Bandits are PEOPLE, you dumb cunt," he mutters. He shoulders away from her touch, looking at the building ahead. He straightens his back - just like he was taught. "Ain't afraid of you," he says. "Ain't afraid of jail either. Right of passage!" He quickly swallows back, though, as instinctual fear floods his young veins.
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Post by twostepsback on Jun 12, 2020 22:50:17 GMT -8
A quick explanation to the guards, and a statement that the boy had been taken out of the fight before he was able to cause serious harm to anyone, and Jackal is now ready to overnight in a cell.
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Post by rosallora on Jun 13, 2020 13:13:18 GMT -8
[Aurora]
"That, I can do. Aurora. Aurora Di Donato." She gestures with a crooked finger - she'd lead her to the tavern, alright, and see what she could get out of her. And also hopefully splash some water on the worst of the wounds. "Come along - follow quickly."
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Post by EloHim on Jun 15, 2020 0:56:14 GMT -8
[Volundr]
"Volundr Havard. Work at a local smithy...and occasionally kill for money. "- he answers, watching Darrio's hand carefully before shaking it. Should the man attempt anything funny, a quick hit with a shield would do him a lot of "good".
"The hell is a gambler doing in this place? Runnin' away from those debt collectors?" - he asks, not particularly interested, but nonetheless willing to test man's supposed background.
He still treated him with suspicion. Still thought that he should bring him to the guild hall, just in case he's a spy.
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Post by Kidney on Jun 16, 2020 16:22:22 GMT -8
There was a feeling of finality in the handshake. Like Volundr may have been confirming a deal he didn't know he had made. As if ancient accords had come to term, and the robed man ahead of him were the dealer of the next few moments of his life. His eyes were half-shut and aimed peculiarly at Volundr's bare chest, surely for the reason of scrutiny, as Darrio did want to get this very large man some armor...as well as understand why the Smithy's apprentice hadn't fashioned some for himself already.
His hand stayed locked with the viking's for some time. Much longer than Volundr likely would have liked, though before he could protest, Darrio's hand was back to his other, held in close proximity, obscuring the beginnings of reattaching his various rings and chains to their ostentatious but proper places. Also, both loomed near the heavy fold that concealed the pistol.
"We must put an exceptional amount of trust on one another, Volundr, if we are to understand the greater plans at work." He began, practiced and poised. He had been stewing on this delivery for some time. "My business for now, is my own, beyond the fact that I am indeed a Gambler very far from profitable cities and their strikingly dazzling taverns and gambling halls." His continuation was mostly quickened for the sake of hiding stranger, illogical details. A hand of his, followed by the other now, once more locked in cheap matrimony, reached to grasp the end of a drawstring back hanging from a space near to Darrio's hip. He pulled from it a bit of scarlet powder, and pulled his silken scarf down, taking the precaution of not breathing while near the fine dust.
"What we must do is something a bit stranger than killing for hire, even though that does sound interesting." He said, pulled the powder away from his now unconcealed face, dark and rich with flavor and character. He made a quiet approach, with a bowed head and one open palm to signify he meant no harm. "May I?" He asked, reaching with the powder'd hand toward's the bare pale chest of the Northman.
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Post by MidnightRunner on Jun 17, 2020 22:19:46 GMT -8
Rhaan let out an agreed chuckle at Flamel's thought, "Cheese? That may just confound the enemy's nose. But cheese is an admirable thought." The awkward man looked towards the direction of where many an expedition went. "Perhaps I may be able to taste something just as pleasant after I do my share."
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