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Post by Ivan Zakharon on Feb 11, 2010 15:26:53 GMT -6
Arren opened his eyes as he woke up from a long sleep. He had been expecting a hangover from the night before, But fortunately he felt fine. The Wyons could hold their liquor, especially Arren. He sat up and got out of bed, he still had the faint tase of beer on his lips and his breath smelled terrible, but that was the usual. He fetched a bucket of water and washed out his mouth and cleaned his hair. Arren got dressed and headed out for the tavern. Today wasn't a shopping day so he could spend the whole day there. Along the way Arren stopped by his mom's grave and said a quick prayer.
Arren got to the tavern and opened the cedar brown door. He stepped in and his usual spot at the bar wasn't taken. It wasn't overly busy, with a few people here and there. Arren sat down and found the bartender. "Dear! Mind sendin' me over a round? And uhh maybe some bread too." He said still half awake.
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Francis
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Post by Francis on Feb 11, 2010 18:36:25 GMT -6
Francis simply shrugged," I spent more time wit' you than wit' Theian." he was laying on a terrible accent to fit his more banditry background. While he could have spoken in a more formal way as he had been taught on the plains, Francis had learned the hard way over time that looks were more important to people than what was on the inside.
Another shrug," Besides, ye and he be different. He be like most of dem otha mercs, lookin' fer gold, which ain't a bad thing mind ye. Like sum guy who was"
this was followed by another shrug," Yet ye...ye dun just fight fer gold...ye genuinely cared fer them people we helped. Like ye were some sorta guard of dem people." Francis was basically saying Garnet had honor, as he sat down next to some Green haired kid, a blond haired kid with one arm, and some black haired man who was grumbling and most likely recovering from alcohol abuse," I'll ave what he be havin'!" he took out some of the hard earned coins he had from their victory at the village, a grin on his face: he was missing some teeth and some were hardly in good condition...needless to say he didn't have the BEST smile, but it was sincere enough.
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Garnet
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The Scarlet Brand
You call these bandits? You should'a seen what I had to deal with in Sacae!
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Post by Garnet on Feb 12, 2010 19:37:10 GMT -6
Garnet turned around and collected his broken down armor from near the bench as he went to join his acquaintances at the bar. He was a puzzled at Francis' words. The man had been a brigand before, and it was only the lucky timing of an inter-bandit fight that had aligned the axe-man and the the merc together. If it hadn't been for that twist of fate, one or both of the men likely would have died...
Garnet had thought that bandits would only care about wealth and power; exploiting the weak. If Francis valued looking out for the weak, maybe he needed to reshape his perceptions on bandits.
"I'll take whatever's cooking this morning, and something non-alcoholic."No sense getting myself drunk for the rest of the day. If the truth was to be known, Garnet never really cared for the drinks too much. That didn't stop his occasional forray into the types of drinks though.
He paused after sitting down for a moment before going on. "It's funny that you'd say that Francis. A guard is exactly what I used to be."Now that he had developed a new purpose, he had a way to combat the hurt that atacked him when he remembered his old home. The Merc idly picked at a splinter on the bars surface. "I've got a new career now...Gold doesn't grow on trees."
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Francis
The "Before" years
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Post by Francis on Feb 13, 2010 14:50:15 GMT -6
"Tell meh about it." He indicated the clothes, and the shoes...well lack thereof," It wasn't so much that I wanted ta, ya know, go round en kill people. Poverty forces ya ta do sum things you'll latta regret, eh?" at this point you could hear his stomach rumble slightly, but he ignored this: one got used to it, and besides, soon he'd actually be eating something...which wasn't rotted or wormy to boot!
Today was a good day!
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Post by Ivan Zakharon on Feb 13, 2010 16:48:27 GMT -6
Arren rubbed his eyes as he turned around to see what the red haired man had been hammering. It looked to be a flier or something of the sort. Arren got up and went over to where he hung it up. There were others like the red haired man's. He read some of them. They were job applications. Arren wanted a job, heck he needed a job. Arren decided to make his own application. He sat down at a table near the fliers and grabbed some paper and a pen. He didn't know what to write at first. Arren started thinking about all his qualities he had and all the good things that have happened to him. Thoughts started running through his mind. He began to write down what he was thinking: Arren Wyon Desired Job: Mercenary, Guard Duty, or something of the sort. Experience: I have been doing mercenary work since I was 5 with my father who was also a mercenary. I am a very skilled mage and have been studying anima for 11 years. Background: My mom died during delivery and my dad died when I was ten. My mother was a powerful sage who passed her ability on to me. My dad was a strong mercenary, and a smart tactician. I learned all I know from him. I have been living on my own for 6 years and have been fairing well. I pride myself in my motto in life. "Life grants nothing to us mortals without hard work." Arren looked at the "Resume" and furrowed his brow. It wasn't much, but It had to do If he wanted work. He had to get a more steady income than just doing some work here and there. Arren sighed as he stood up and picked up the hammer that the red haired man put down a moment ago. He placed it adjacent to the one just put. He didn't want to ruin the work the man just went through. Arren took a nail and placed it against the wall. PING! PING! PING!Well it was up, and now all Arren had to do was wait. Arren noticed the parched feeling in his throat and decided it was time for a beer, so he went back to his seat and waited for his drink.
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Garnet
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The Scarlet Brand
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Post by Garnet on Feb 14, 2010 13:58:29 GMT -6
He glanced down at Francis' feet, which might as well be shoe-less. This man had killed people, perhaps because he didn't know a better way, or couldn't find one. That was before Garnet had met him though. The brigand seemed to be trying to mend his ways... ok maybe he wasn't going that far, but he was doing a career change. Garnet would give him the benefit of the doubt.
Garnet watched as the green haired guy went over and put a flier up next to his own work. Their orders arrived after a brief space of time and the red-headed merc turned to the axeman. "Well, here's to good fortunes and many jobs, my friend. I believe that mercenary work is alot more prophitable than what your used to." Taking a drink from his mug, the mercenary swordsman set it down, staring blankly at the bread, bacon, and eggs set out before him. It had all been fixed so quickly that it may as well have magically appeared in front of him. He glanced over at Francis.
"Was that really a dragon back there? It must've been a trick or something... Wouldn't we all have been killed if that was a real dragon?" Garnet wasn't sure he trusted his memories, or even his senses regarding that event. It seemed like something out of a story or legend. All the stories he was familiar with said that dragons were enormous beasts which, when seen, brought great destruction to all around them... But that didn't fit with his recollections.
A few more people began to filter into the bar as the morning progressed. The day had begun, it seemed.
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Francis
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Post by Francis on Feb 14, 2010 14:14:43 GMT -6
Francis shrugged. he didn't know much about such things, so as such he could not give a true reply, so he went down to his food, eyes wide with joy. So much! None of it rotted! It's as if he died and went that place the good people went to! So as such instead of giving his friend any sort of reaction, he just dug into his food like a wild man, taking swigs of whatever was in his mug every now and then...
...and then it was all gone, as he leaned back in his chair, letting out a sigh of great relief, before NOW giving a response," Sorreh bout that, but when ye rarely eat, and such a meal as this, ye can't really help yerself, eh?" he obviously lacked any interest in the whole topic of giant flaming lizards, and was contemplating if he had money for seconds...
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Post by Ivan Zakharon on Feb 14, 2010 14:32:56 GMT -6
"Thanks" Arren said as his drink and bread were handed to him. He took a bite out of his bread and turned toward the two men talking. Arren couldn't help but overhear their conversation. Could there really have been a dragon? Arren asked him self as he took a swig of his beer. He returned to his food and started eating again as he thought. He had never seen a dragon before. He's just heard tales from books his dad read to him when he was young.
Arren closed his eyes tight. He didn't want to talk about his dad. He has had enough sorrow already. He looked at the beer in front of him; it was a golden brown color with a smooth taste. Arren loved the beer that they sold here, and he got it every week. Arren turned to the two men again, and out of curiosity he asked. "Did you say, you saw a dragon?" Arren took another bite of his bread as he waited for a response.
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Night
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Post by Night on Feb 14, 2010 22:36:43 GMT -6
In the middle of the conversation, a stool came flying out of nowhere, missed the small group, and shattered against the wall. "EVERYONE STOP PUTTING F***ING NAILS IN THE F***ING WALL FOR FIVE DAMNED F***ING MINUTES!" Night roared, before collapsing back into his previous state, apparantly still suffering from his hangover.
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Garnet
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Post by Garnet on Feb 15, 2010 18:29:57 GMT -6
Garnet nearly fell off his chair when the stool flew over his head and shattered against the wall. Whoa! I guess I understand why this is considered a rowdy place now. He waited a till a few moments after the outburst, keeping a wary eye on the big man, and eating in silence. Night seemed to have settled down again, and Garnet now realized he had likely been drinking a bit too heavily the night before.
He muttered something aproximating an apology, before turning his attention back to the former bandit. He gave a hearty smile as he finished up the sandwich he'd made out of his meal. "A good meal is definitely something that I can appreciate."
"Did you say, you saw a dragon?"
Garnet looked past Francis over to the green haired man. He looked younger by several years than Garnet. Would he believe, or think the red head was telling nothing but fisherman's tales?
"Eh, well, unless it was a trick, it's the only possibility I can think of. It was far too large to be a wyvern, though I've never seen one of those either....It changed shape. And talked." Garnet shook his head. This was all too much for a simple merc. A thought hit him then. He recalled the way he'd lost his way after he left his home. I'll just have to use this as a chance to grow then. I'll never let myself be dominated by my perceptions again.
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Post by Ivan Zakharon on Feb 17, 2010 21:10:22 GMT -6
Arren looked back at the man who had just thrown the stool. He obviously had a killer hangover, and Arren realized he had just made it worse. Arren thought about apologizing, but he figured it would only make the man angrier.
Arren looked over at the red haired man in puzzlement. "I thought they were extinct" He murmured under his breath. Arren had read stories about dragons, and he knew they used to exist but, here, now. It was possible and the man seemed like he was telling the truth. "Must have been quite a sight." Arren said as he took a swig of his beer. Did he hear him say he transformed into a man? Well that must have really been a sight to see. Arren had seen many things in his life, but never a dragon.
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Post by Francis on Feb 17, 2010 21:29:12 GMT -6
Francis lifted his head from his plate before looking back to the two," Aye, a dragon, flying lizard thing." he began to chug down his ale, before he leaned too far back in his stool and fell backwards with a thud, though he simply picked himself up, dusted himself off, and started all over again.
OOC: huzzah Fred Astaire Reference.
IC: "So Garnet mah friend, I'd say it be best if we find ourselves some work, eh? Ai, you boy with the green hair, whatcha do fer a living!" an idea was forming in his mind. If this guy was like them, they could have a trio of people. More people meant tougher jobs which meant more money which meant bigger shares which meant SHOES!
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Garnet
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Post by Garnet on Feb 17, 2010 22:46:07 GMT -6
Stifled a laugh as Francis tipped himself back and over.Work... He was still driven by the an insatiable travel lust. He had to get back to his home, but he didn't know when it had gotten to be so important to him, or why. He pushed those thoughts aside for a moment. Francis was right after all. He'd starve unless he kept an income rolling in.
"A job. I don't know where to look first... the wall I guess." He was going to listen to the answer to Francis' question when an insistant tap on his shoulder got his attention. He was ready to do just about anything as he turned to face the middle aged man. Night seemed to take care of most of the troublemakers, but that window sill wouldn't be so scuffed up if there weren't any fighters any more.
"S'cuse me thar Ser... Ain'tchee the same merc crew I heard about 'round a week ago? A red headed sword, an axe fighter, an' a green haird lad?"
Garnet looked at the man and leaned back a bit from his rancid breath. "I-uh... believe you may have heard about me, but this is not the same group."
He looked a bit put off by it not being who he thought it was. "Oh, well, I a'might 'ave a job fer ye if yer intristed."
Garnet looked over at Francis and smiled. "At least we've got good job security, eh. Seems that plenty of people are looking for mercenaries these days."
Garnet turned back to the man "What kind of job?"
The man coughed and cleared his throat, before continuing. "...Multiplar duties... Mersenger for one. To a lil plase just south of Deffia, in Etturria." He picked up his pace of speech as if they'd cut him off. "Now, I knaw, I knaw, it's a long, but It's i'portant ta me. I got kin up dehr, and after ya deliver the message, dey might be able ta give ya more wrk"
Garnet looked over at Francis, acting a bit disinterested. Part of him felt for this man. It was a long way for a simple message delivery, even with the hope for more employment at the end. Seeing this the man continued.
"I be willing ta pay ya triple what I shud, because of dem rumors comin from da nort'."
"The Prophet's army gathering? An army can't be to difficult to avoid why would you-"
"Not dat. About Oestier bein in ruinz."
Garnet looked steadily at the man before smiling and breaking out in a chuckle. The smile didn't make it to his eyes though "Ostia is one of the greatest cities in the world. how would it be in ruins?"
"I do't know, Ser. I jist be repeting what I be hearin." He looked between the men expectantly.
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Post by Ivan Zakharon on Feb 19, 2010 18:38:03 GMT -6
Arren flipped his hair as he watched the man fall off his chair. He chuckled, then the man asked him what he did for a living. Arren raised his eyebrow, as he realized this could mean a job, and job equals money. Arren replied, "Well a little mercenary work here and there, but right now nothing." Arren turned to the red haired man as he was confronted by a middle aged man. They talked about some messenger work. "Well, it would be a start. I mean, that is if I can come." Arren finished his bread and took another sip of his beer. "Recently I have been low on money, and I kinda need somethin to do. It seems we all need some work at the moment."
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Post by Francis on Feb 21, 2010 23:09:08 GMT -6
Francis laughed at the green haired man," Ye think ye been low on gold!" he pointed towards his shoes, well lack thereof, before sitting up promptly," Well I dunno about ye lads, but I like this here idea!" patted Arren and then Garnet on the back," Hey, it's a good chance to get some money, money equals food, clothing and the sort!" his fake accent died a tad there, but he was excited: he could actually get some shoes now! and make something else that he needed!
OOC; fail post is fail but it's Francis so hah.
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