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Post by Mana on Jun 15, 2012 22:25:43 GMT -6
"What did he mean by 'more' anyway?" Mana smiled when Wyatt accepted her challenge. "This's gonna be fun!" she thought. She just hoped she wouldn't get crushed by his brute strength. Although she probably didn't need to worry about that, he must be able to control his own power.
"But it's too crowded," Mana protested. It wasn't like she hated crowded place, but she had had enough getting pushed and bumped by another pedestrian. Having Wyatt opening the path had made it easier for her her, though. And anyway, this place was too overcrowded! "It will be more tiring than our training," she said again, still going against the idea.
But then his next suggestion piqued her interest, Mana rose her head toward his direction and looked interested. "Do you mean that fight we saw on our way here?" She did remember those street fights although that time she just ignored them. It would be like like a warm up before the tournament begins. Besides, the girl knew she could probably learn one or two things about the other contestants. "Sure! Why not? I haven't had any serious fight since we left that shrine. Our spars were fun, but we need some real fights to improve our skills," she remarked with vigor. Mana never held back in her spar against him but it still felt different than a real match, they were totally different things. "I think I am going to use this chance to try something. There is a technique I need to perfect before the tournament begins," she said, tapping the hilt of her sword.
"Do you know where we should start?" she asked as she stood up.
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Jun 15, 2012 23:32:38 GMT -6
Tuatara wandered into the city, in awe. So many people, he thought. Ya get lost in the mountains, ask for people, and what do ya get? Too many people! Geez, if theirs really someone out there, they must have a real sense of humor. He scanned the crowd.
Nope, nobody I know, Tuatara thought as he scanned the crowd. And then he saw someone by the guard tower, slipping in as the door closed. A thief!
Tuatara quickly made his way over to the door, finding himself with more objects than he had before entering the crowd. He dumped them into his satchel. The coast is clear, he thought, looking around. The crowd continued to mill about. I wonder what's going on?
The chatter of the crowd became background noise as he examined the door. He put his ear to it. Footsteps. He quickly moved to the side, standing flush against the wall. Inconspicuous. A guard came out, closing the door behind him. It didn't click.
The man continued on, and Tuatara slipped inside, closing the door softly, but firmly behind him. He looked to the right. A guard. He looked to the left. A man leaning on the door frame. That head looks kinda familiar, Tuatara thought. Do I know him? He looked at the clothes. Nah.
"Hey, who are you?" A voice said from behind. Tuatara turned, looking straight at the guard he had seen on his way in. The guard waited a moment. "Are you going to answer me?"
Tuatara thought quickly, and he said, "Ah, umm.....I'm with that guy." He pointed at the blond guy (Marcus).
"Are ya now?" He moved around Tuatara and came up behind Marcus. "Excuse me sir, but this man says he's with you. Is that true?"
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jun 16, 2012 2:04:21 GMT -6
Captain Saint's Ice blue eyes took in the blond haired young man with indifference until he used the Abend name. Then he merely grunted, turning appraising eyes onto the pink-haired commander. The name wasn't lost on him. Some Ilian hero out fighting the Etrurians, or some such set of events. It was hard to imagine any reasons for him to be here that didn't involve Ilia, or the war, so he wasn't surprised to hear it when Richter stated he was on "Ilian business".
Clair cocked her head to the side a bit, feeling her long golden-colored hair shifting over her shoulders as she looked on. She eased into a relaxed position as she watched Richter and Captain Saint interacting, right hand keeping her thunderlance upright, legs pressed lightly together in a narrow stance. There was alot that she could learn. She'd come in with the idea that they would be managing at least some of the security themselves. That was the best and simplest way to get things done, if you didn't mind stepping on some toes. Richter had come in and hadn't even touched that subject though. He'd just told Saint that he wanted the man to be cautious who he let into town. She wondered about her commander, and whether he would take it beyond that.
[Teal]"Every gate is screened. Every person we let through has had their face checked against our lists. Guards were recalled to run extra patrols and maintain a denser presence during the tournament, and any usual trouble spots is being watched every day. The city could only be more secure if I barred entrance, which I can't do."[/Teal] The guard captain seemed disappointed by that fact, as his voice growled out his response. It sounded like barring the city was something he'd considered before.
[Teal]"This is the capital of Bern. Not just some little burg you wander half way through without being even seen. Even so, it's a large city. If you have suggestions, or any specific knowledge of what to expect...."[/Teal] Captain Saint was ready for rabble rousers, assassins, and rebels. It was hard to imagine more enemies in the current political climate.
[Teal]"Perhaps you'd like an escort, to feel safe."[/Teal] It was said innocently enough, but the young independent falcoknight could still detect a hint of snideness buried in his words.
"He doesn't need one." Clair's voice came out flat and humorless in her response, and she didn't bother trying to mask the dark frown she now wore. She felt the weight of the teal haired man's eyes shift over to her, but remained unimpressed. He might know his craft, but he was a pain to deal with. There must be some redeeming quality that made him fit the job better than the next Joe.
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Post by Plot Device on Jun 16, 2012 9:44:21 GMT -6
In the tavern. As the guards were exiting the tavern they were stopped by a man "This little... Rat made off with my coin purse. I'm almost certain she came in here." The large man was in such a rage he was almost screaming at the guard. " Please do not take such tone with me." "I'm sorry but that urchin made off with all the money I had, please help me catch that thief." " Tell me what happened and I'll see what I can do." "I was in the Gliding Wyvern when she approached me calling me uncle then flirting with me. Next thing I knew she had her hand on my coin purse, I tried to stop her but she got away. I screamed 'stop thief' as I tried to pursue her." The guard stood there for a minute then pointed to one of his men. " Go to the Gliding Wyvern to confirm the story. Give us the best description of the girl you can, the other two will check the tavern for the girl while we stand at the door to ensure she doesn't leave. If your story doesn't check out we'll have to remove you from the city." The man told the guard what Mel had looked like the best he could then the two began their search as the other went to the Gliding Wyvern. Guard Tower A man just finished putting a guard uniform, it didn't quite fit him so well. He turned to see a Lieutenant entering the room. " Why are you standing there soldier and why doesn't your uniform fit?" "Uh... Sir new recruit Jennings reporting for duty sir. It's my first day, they didn't have my size so they told me to check back tomorrow." The Lieutenant looked at the clipboard " Report to the North-West wall, ask for Kyle Johnson and do as he say. If I don't see you in a proper fitting uniform your ass is going to be on the line." Meanwhile at the doorBefore Marcus could respond another guard came bursting into the room. " Seize that man, he's under arrest for theft. I witnessed him pick pocketing the crowd." He began to approach Tuatara. In the room where Hiro was being heldAs Hiro was pulled in to be questioned he belongings were striped of him. After he was done talking the guard left the room for a few moments, re-entering he was joined by another guard holding his bag. " Despite the man's breath reeking of alcohol he claimed you were trying to pick his pockets. We searched your bag and found this." Pulling out the special glove Hiro used in his thefts. Two of the fingers had small blades while the thumb had his lockpick built in. " I don't know or even care what the hell the blades are for but this I do know is for. It's a skeleton key used to pick locks. We're going to place you under arrest."
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Post by Tuatara 'Tut' Yamen on Jun 17, 2012 9:00:39 GMT -6
It took a moment for Tuatara to register what was happening. Aw, poop, he thought. By this time the first guard had turned around and the other was nearly onto of him. "I declare insanity!" Tuatara yelled, stomping on the first guards foot. He whipped his knife out and cut the mans belt. "Public indecency!" he cried out, barley dodging the other guard as he tried to grab him. The other grabbed at his falling pants as Tuatara turned, put his knife away, and ran. On second thought, it would probably of been easier to just let them have me, Tuatara thought as he ran down the hall. It's not like they could find anything in Bob to incriminate me. I can't even find anything in there half the time."Stop that man!" The guard said chasing after him. Doors were place here and there, and as Tuatara came around a corner he flew into one. He looked around quickly. It was some sort of dressing room. There was two men, one screeching to the other about orders. Tuatara's eye's gleamed. "Sorry I'm late sir," Tuatara said, running up to him. He tied his scarf around his head to hide his hair. "Reporting for duty!" He gave a silly grin. OoC: Ah, a good game of cat and mouse. I fear I'm gonna lose
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Mel
Thief
Posts: 187
Profession: Professional Asshole
Affiliation: Bandits and Tiger and Bears, OH MY!
Affinity: Wind
OoC Alias: Mel
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Post by Mel on Jun 17, 2012 11:44:13 GMT -6
Mel watched Sabin's surprise with a bemused expression her hand darting out again to pick off more of his food. "Here? How did I get here?" She chewed slowly thinking over the story she would spin for him. "First after breaking out with ease from the small little hovel they called a cell I just simply strolled out. I did not see much point for staying on a stupid rock stranded in the ocean so I left on a boat." She made a sour face scrunching up her nose as she let out a low grumble. "Land is meant to surround water not the other way."
Mel swiveled in her chair watching the soldiers enter with curiosity, they didn't seem to be looking for her. Rather they seemed more interested in the goings on in the kitchen. Never before had she heard of such dishes being served. Was what Sabin had ordered the pegasus delight? If so why were so many people riding what they could just eat? On the other hand the wyvern salad...eat the damned creatures? She was nearly salivating at the simple thought of it. Too bad it seemed they had a bone to pick with the new dishes, or she would have gladly let her sticky fingers drop a few coins to eat a wyvern.
Sighing softly she turned back to face Sabin pulling her hood up cautiously, guards were guards no matter the situation and it was wise to avoid them. Thieves words were more trustful than the words of a guard in her opinion. At least one you could count on to being dishonest while the lather it was hard to tell. Even more what a pity...it was not genuine wyvern meat like she had hoped. It would be a nice trip...off to hunt a wyvern, well she would get Sabin too somehow, and enjoy a nice filling meal of the beast. Now if she could eat it and keep her distance....
With a loud stomp and a curse another guard trudged into the tavern looking around menacingly at the patrons. It set the pointy eared lass at a slight sense of discomfort. This one seemed to be searching as he wove his way clumsily through the tables treading on people's feet without a care as he narrowed his beady little eyes scrutinizing the faces of all present.
"You know..." she mused quietly glancing up at the poor seaman with a smirk. "My threat still stands, so you may as well do your part and help out..." Softly she stroked the hilt of her knife under her cloak, she doubted the guard was looking for her but it was always best to be ready. In a place like this she would never be caught, there was far too much room for her to leap about and far too many people to avoid confusion.
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Wyatt
Hero
The Volcano
How can someone win if winning means that someone loses?
Posts: 463
Etruria Fame: 2
Sacae Fame: -1
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Post by Wyatt on Jun 17, 2012 15:59:01 GMT -6
[red]"Well, why don't we head outside and see what grabs our attention?"[/red] Wyatt suggested, quickly not wanting to be in this tavern anymore. Too many guards coming in, made him feel like something bad was going to go down.
He'd begun heading for the door with Mana, presumably, following him through the dense crowd when he was stopped at the door by a large and armored guard. He blocked Wyatt, but his gaze settled on Mana.
[blue]"Hold it. In a bit of a hurry to get out of here, are you?"[/blue] He questioned, looking over the two of them. How had that guy described the thief? Small girl, thin, unusual hair...well the hair wasn't right, but perhaps she kept it hidden when she robbed? He turned to Mana and seemed to be analyzing her.
[blue]"You wouldn't happen to be trying to sneak out of here to get away with robbing someone, would you?"[/blue] He questioned, not too subtly at all. Wyatt was the first one to step up, nearly shielding Mana from view.
[red]"What, exactly, are you accusing us of?"[/red] He questioned the soldier. He knew he should probably be non confrontational, after all they had done nothing wrong. But most cities were not terribly kind to Sacaens, and he wasn't going to let them think they could bully her.
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Post by Richter Abend on Jun 18, 2012 0:03:18 GMT -6
Richter's brow furrowed, though the expression was neither one of frustration nor anger, but rather an interest in the man's utter surety in his ability to keep the city secure and his seeming disdain towards Richter's request. Escort? Not at all.
The Ilian had no doubt the man was good at his job, else he wouldn't have been placed in charge of the security of Bern proper, but Richter had plenty of experience in infiltrating, invading, and escaping installations and population centers that were otherwise secure, and because of this he knew even the tightest security could be breached. Why else would he have brought it up?
"I've seen much smaller, more easily defensible defenses be subverted in a matter of seconds, and I have even done so myself on multiple occasions," the pink haired man began, a glint of smug confidence glinting in his eyes. He wasn't going to be discounted quite so easily. "I was just hoping we could-"
Richter cut off mid-sentence as he heard a higher pitched muttering from behind him. Turning around, he saw an orange haired kid talking to a guard just behind Marcus. Something struck the rattier looking of the two as familiar, but before the boy's identity could surface in Richter's mind, a guard came bursting into the room.
"Seize that man, he's under arrest for theft. I witnessed him pick pocketing the crowd."
What followed next was a tad ridiculous, even by Richter's standards, and entirely ironic considering the conversation that had just been interrupted. The irony was entirely in the Ilian commander's favor, however. The orange haired thief yelled, cutting down the pants of one of the guards before darting off into another room. The assaulted guard began a mad rush to affix his breeches while the other one pursued the criminal, which allowed Richter the perfect moment to return his attention to Captain Saint, a rare, devilish smirk on his face.
"And in your own guardhouse too," he said, the implications of his words obvious. Richter hardly thought the orange haired kid would be much of a threat to Bernese security, but the little incident was the perfect springboard to get the extra security measures moving. "We'll start by mapping out the sewer systems. Those tend to be a breeding ground for criminals and revolutionaries, and I'll be more than happy to lend as many men as are necessary. And I know you said you had trouble spots under control, but I think it would also be prudent to take the time to investigate them for hideaways or secret passages." Richter took a moment to stroke his beard, thinking of the thieves den that Ardus had used to bust him out of jail, before turning to Clair.
"Clair, I want your opinion on this."
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Hiro
Rogue
I love stealing, I love taking things.
Posts: 216
Profession: Professional ladies man
OoC Alias: Hal
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Post by Hiro on Jun 18, 2012 13:40:57 GMT -6
What were they saying? Hiro, a thief? Pleaseeee! Well, yea he was but not this time. That drunken douche bag freakin lied, a lucky guess too. Either go quietly or bullshit his way out of this. Go quietly? Such a joke. "Noooo, you got it all wrong. You see... I didn't know it could be used like that... I'm a... What do you call it? I go around and put on 'magic' shows. Sorta like a jester I guess. Look at that glove more carefully, at the middle finger and the thumb." The guard started to look at the spots Hiro mentioned. Moving his left hand away from the cloak Hiro realized his nose wasn't bleeding.
"You see the flint and steel there? I snap my fingers rapidly to create sparks. If you look for the small pouch in the bag and open it up I can explain what I do with that spark." He then fishes out the pouch, set's it on the table and opens it up. "You see the little vial of liquid? Keep it away from heat, it's highly combustible. I dip small bits of tinder into then into those little balls. I use the part you referred to as a 'skeleton key' to bore a little hole in the top for the tender. When it comes to show time I prep enough, then for my grand finally I take a couple out and lite the fuse and smoke starts to fill the air." Sure everything Hiro said was true, well about the glove to an extent. If he's got the time he uses the small blades to cut a small opening into a coin pouch, the flint and steel part was 100% true, then the skeleton key was a lock pick, using it to bore small holes in the smoke bomb is just a plus.
"So Mr. Guard, what do you say about my little bag of tricks?"
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Post by Clair Feldsky on Jun 19, 2012 19:18:58 GMT -6
The noise coming from outside the office they were incaught the falcoknight's attention. What was this!? Some kind of a joke? The action going on past Marcus, out in the hall had to be the most rediculous thing she'd seen in her whole life. She thought of going out to lend a hand, but from the sound of the conversation still going on, Richter was going to make use of this.
She turned in time to see Captain Saint's face. Rather than furious or blustering, he looked bored. Like he didn't have time to be embarrassed anymore. Or just didn't care enough to be embarrassed. He stroked his beard, as he turned his face back from the main hall, toward's Richter.
She was a little surprised when Richter asked for her opinion, as she always seemed to be. She'd better start getting used to it, because he'd been doing it more in recent weeks. She collected her thoughts in a matter of moments. Truthfully, they had already been collected. They merely needed to be put in order.
"Taking an excursion in the underground wouldn't be a bad idea. We could see for ourselves just what state it is in." She said it wasn't a bad idea, but she could feel the discomfort the idea of slopping around in what amounted to an underground man-made cave system brought on. She ruthlessly crushed down on those nerves, unwilling to be backed into a corner by simple discomfort. She just hoped the masonry was good down there.
"Our soldiers would benefit from something to keep them occupied here, Commander." She knew that they'd had more inactivity in Sacae than was good for them, so something to do would be a great help, actually.
"I'm sure we could spare around half of our troops to supplement the city, while keeping our camp secure. I could take our pegasus knights up and set an aerial watch near the arena, or the castle."
[Teal]"These sound like excellent ideas, and as long as you're offering to assist my men with Bern's security, that's great news. There is something I should probably make clear to you though. I never assume that Bern can be secured. The passages under the city are too widespread, and it wouldn't surprise me to find rebel plants already here."[/Teal] The guard captain sounded annoyed at last. He was pulling his guantlets back on as he finished speaking.
[Teal]"There's a good deal more you'll need to know if you want to be of any help Abend, but it'll have to wait a few minutes. Seems as though a pest has come to be dealt with."[/Teal]
The big guardsman walked around his desk with a purpose, eyes showing a dangerous focus in them. He brushed past Marcus, twisting slightly to get by, and moved to the guard still fumbling with his pants. When he was withing reach, he reached out and dragged the man in close by the chestplate of his armor, glaring and yelling at him.
[Teal]"You watch that door, and you'd better hope he doesn't get out! He does, and you may be losing more than your pants!"[/Teal] Before he could even get a response, he flung the man backwards, bouncing the soldier off the door, drawing his sword and striding down the hall, armor leaving a clashing sound in his wake.
Clair's initial response was to follow the guard captain. He was the one they had business with, and she had almost gotten involved herself a moment earlier. She stopped and turned her eyes to Richter though, using them to urge him to follow instead.
"Richter?"
Captain Saint kept on down the hall, looking into each room as he passed. The soldier chasing the orange haired brat seemed to be at a loss as to which way to go. Not the Captain. The moment he looked into the room where the three were, the trespasser's small young build gave him away.
[Teal]"So here you are?[/Teal] The guard captain stepped inside, and shut the door behind him. The latch clicked shut behind him, and the entire mood of the room changed. Saint was wearing a pleased look as he locked his eyes on the youngster.
[Teal]"Behaving like you do, you must think the guards here in Bern are some kind of joke, hmmm?"[/Teal] The big man slowly eased closer to Tuatara, always keeping himself between the kid and the door.
[Teal]"I don't like that attitude very much."[/Teal] William Saint growled out through his gravelly voice.
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Post by Kenshin on Jun 20, 2012 13:25:11 GMT -6
Shortly after Kenshin's name was used in the tavern word of him being here spread like wild fire. He had started to hear people talking and hearing the name 'Crimson Demon' used constantly. It was a mixed emotion, some people were excited others were enraged. He could understand where they were coming from, he did often fight against Bern in the past 12 years. Luckily nobody had noticed the Sacaean, or so he though. "Stop right there Crimson Demon. You think you could waltz right in here like you're welcome? You're a worthless piece of crap you Sacaean scum."
'I appreciate and value your opinion sir, I am looking for an old friend. If it offends you so much I will leave in a day or two. There's to-" "f**k you, I rather you die." A crowd had started to form the moment the didn't deny being the Crimson Demon, once again Kenshin could hear mixed statements about him. "Why don't you use force to make me leave. We can go to a duel stage and if you win I'll leave and if I win I stay." "I'll mop the floor with you Sacaean scum." Kenshin was more than sure he'd win.
The two men, along with the growing crowd, walked towards the nearest sparing ring and Kenshin had saved their spot. After a little bit of waiting it was Kenshin's turn, the attendant took his sword and his quiver then reached for the bow and Kenshin refused, it's policy the attendant explained. Kenshin gave him a menacing looking saying it stays with him. Taking the training sword provided for the spars Kenshin turned to the man 'If you have any friends you'd like to join you I'd get them now." He called over a couple of people, he grabbed a sword while one friend grabbed a bo staff and the other took a wooden ax.
The four men squared off as the attendant told them they have 10 minutes to spar as he flipped the sand timer. The man started to charge Kenshin with the sword in both hands above his head, swinging downwards, Kenshin sidestepped the attack and drove the sword into his chest then charged towards the other two. The man with the staff lunged forward thrusting at Kenshin batting the staff down Kenshin made his attack, swinging and catching him in the stomach then taking another step and swinging his sword again catching him in the back this time. The man fell to the ground screeching in pain.
The man with the ax was stricken with fear, wasting no time Kenshin swung the sword and struck him in the upper trapezius. He fell to a knee crying out 'I yield, I yield, don't hurt me any more' Kenshin could hear shuffling feet then the loud mouth scream as he made a second attempt to strike the Crimson Demon, what a fool trying the same attack. Swinging with an upward arc Kenshin's blade met his, then using his momentum he knocked the man's sword out of his hands. Love him or hate him the crowd was going nuts. Backing up the man noticed his other friend had abandoned him. These three men who once thought were tough were defeated without even coming close to touching the swordsman, as Kenshin slowly walked towards the man it seemed as if he had an evil grin like he was enjoying every bit of this. "Are you going to apologize or am I going to have to keep beating respect into you?"
Something that ever foolish person had challenged Kenshin felt over came him, pure terror and he could see why he was the Crimson Demon. He fell to his knees in tears begging for mercy. The attendant looked at the sand time, not even half the time has pass and Kenshin had caused all three men to quit out of fear alone. Returning the wooden weapons Kenshin got his sword and quiver back. Well so much for wanting to avoid attention, he just placed a bulls-eye right on his chest. All of the fighters will flock to him to fight or to become his apprentice.
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Post by Mana on Jun 21, 2012 11:01:45 GMT -6
Yeah...More trouble. It seemed her life would never be easier. Mana managed to hold herself somehow thanks to Wyatt's quick intervention. But even that wouldn't be enough to stop her blood boiling. "Yeah! I have done nothing wrong!" she said with challenging tone and clear anger in her tone. Everything would probably end up badly if she continued acting like this, but Mana would never submit to this false accusation.
Mana tried to move closer to the guard but Wyatt's bigger body had already stood firmly between them. She wouldn't be able to shove him to the side. Anyway, this had made her feel happy a little for knowing that she had a friend who was trying to protect her. A quick smile appeared on her lips before her expression returned into annoyed. "And what's the meaning of your stare? Why are you looking at me like that?" she asked angrily, throwing a glare back to the guard. Realized that she was being analized, the girl wondered about the reason as she kept glaring at the guard across Wyatt's broad shoulder. It might be because of her being a Sacaen, she knew it that much. Mana, however, didn't want to touch that subject. "Keep your eyes off me. I don't like being stared by you."
This little scene had made some people turn around to look what happened, although most of them quickly returned to their previous activities. Some grunted about why this tavern couldn't be peaceful.
"Lets go, Wyatt. We don't have time for this," she said , wondering how the guard would respond. If someone who knew her for long saw this, he would have realized that the girl had matured a little. She tried to end it without having to draw her sword, although her method and choice of words might be too harsh.
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Post by Plot Device on Jun 21, 2012 16:58:26 GMT -6
The guard looked to the man who was looking Mana up and down licking his lips, "Is this the girl?" He shook his head "No, but I wouldn't mind taking her home with me though." "Keep such comments to yourself" turning to face Wyatt and Mana "Sorry for the misunderstanding, please don't let this ruin your time here. Have a good day." after a few minutes the other guard returned informing his caption the story checked out, he whistled to get the others attention then nodded then moved his hands to his head and made a motion as if he was pulling a hood back. Their instruction was to remove hoods if needed.
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Wyatt
Hero
The Volcano
How can someone win if winning means that someone loses?
Posts: 463
Etruria Fame: 2
Sacae Fame: -1
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Post by Wyatt on Jun 22, 2012 16:59:07 GMT -6
Wyatt saw Mana tense up and bite back at the guard. Hah, she could take care of herself fine, why was he so worried about it? When the man made his rather crass remark, Wyatt resisted the urge to punch him. The guard gave them the clearance, so he moved to leave the tavern. As he did, he 'accidentally' stepped on the older mans foot. Normally, that would have been painful, but Wyatt carried a bit more weight then the average person in his weapons and smithing gear. The older man let out a shout of surprise, before shooting a glare to Wyatt.
[red]"Sorry about that, it's a little crowded in here. Let's go Mana."[/red] He said, stepping out into the street. The streets, however, seemed more like a raging river then any land he'd seen before. The crowd seemed to be all heading down the street in one direction, chattering furiously about some red haired Sacaen who was fighting in a battle arena against multiple opponents. Wyatt let a grin split his mouth, but Mana had said she didn't want to see him right now. She'd meet him in the tournament, that was for sure.
[red]"Hmmm, how about that way?"[/red] He suggested, pointing down a side street away from the direction Kenshin likely was. [red]"We could probably find a good place to try out out skills down that way. You never know, we might run into somebody else we know, this is a rather high profile event."[/red]
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Post by Richter Abend on Jun 22, 2012 22:28:39 GMT -6
Satisfied that the three of them had arrived at an agreeable, if not abrupt, conclusion, the pink haired Ilian quietly nodded in Clair's direction as he strode over next to her.
"We should probably let Captain Saint handle his own business," said Richter thoughtfully. "We're already intruding on his territory, and my goal here is to ally with him, not make him look like an idiot." But while the Ilian said that aloud, the bumbling thief's ability to so easily infiltrate the guardhouse didn't exactly work to inspire in Richter confidence of Captain Saint's abilities. Hopefully this wasn't to be a regular thing. If it was, Richter might have to take a harder line on the security issue.
"I was thinking we could lend the captain all of our men, though," Richter continued, now commenting on Clair's contribution. "Well, not quite all. We'd have to keep some men to protect the caravan, but I want most of the men running patrols in the city. I figure the more eyes we have out and about, the less the soldiers here can hide from me." Raising a hand to his chin, Richter stroked his beard once as he pondered further, letting his fingers come to a touch just below his jaw. It wasn't that he didn't trust Saint, no. In fact, the man, for all his gruffness, gave off a vibe that told Richter he could trust him. But at the same time, it couldn't be understated that they were in Bern right now, and that he, and his men, were Ilian, not to mention Etrurian as well.
The pink haired commander had little doubt that many of these soldiers sympathized with the rebellion, and plenty of them probably had friends and relatives among the rebels. Really, it even wouldn't surprise him if some of the soldiers themselves were rebels. After all, it was one of the best positions from which to feed the rebellion information. Richter would have to be on his guard at all times.
Sighing, Richter turned his attention towards Marcus as he let his hand fall to his side. "So, since we have a moment, would you mind giving us a brief update on your travels? Judging by how you greeted us, I take it you split up from Clair some time after I was captured?"
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