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Post by Donovan on Jun 24, 2015 20:44:11 GMT -6
Donovan looked over at Bee and saw that the girl had ordered a whole bottle of Black Rum. To put it simply, it was the one drink that he and Perun actively refused to drink. As the Giant put it, “Black Rum is like drinking Perun’s cooking.” In other words… very not good. Something told the green clad mercenary that the young girl wasn’t exactly an experienced drinker… At least he hoped she wasn’t. She was a little young for all that.
Nothing he could do about it now. Turning back toward the man, he leaned over and they spoke in hushed tones. “I’m looking for a sword. Specifically something smaller, for close quarters. I’m thinking a short sword, no more than 2 feet. A wakizashi would be best. If you don’t have one of those, then I’d be willing to settle for a short gladius.”
As the man began to pull out a bundle of swords wrapped in a canvas cloth, Donovan saw Bee start to walk over to them with the rum and two glasses in her hands. She must have seen her sword. But wait — he hasn’t even pulled them out yet, how would she have seen it. Suddenly, the blacksmith’s apprentice had poured the entire bottle of rum over the fence’s head. At first the man was angry. Then he was terrified. Holy crap. She’s gonna set him on fire. What is she doing?
Donovan and Bee made eye contact, and her eyes briefly went to the fence’s sword. Well. That would’ve been hard to get him to sell. Good thinking, Bee. The mercenary decided he’d keep playing his character, that way no one would realize that they were robing the guy until they were already gone.
“Why don’t you just watch who you’re setting on fire, beautiful. You don’t want to get hurt do you?” Bee held her fire wielding hand closer to the rum soaked man. “Alright. Hold on now. We’ll take off our swords. No one's gotta get hurt.” Donovan deftly removed his belt and blade, putting them on the table. He looked the fence in the eye and gestured for him to do the same. He begrudgingly removed Bee’s sword from his belt and placed it over Donovan’s. Hard part’s over. Got him to take the sword off his person. Now we just got to get out of here alive.
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Bee
Mage
"Fire is the best of all elements. Just look at the way it dances around."
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Post by Bee on Jun 24, 2015 21:06:59 GMT -6
"Thank you", spoke Bee as she looked at the man. A smile crossed her face as she motioned for Don to move. At the moment Bee was not thinking completely logical. If she was she would have done something else. However at this moment, and at this time Bee was simply out for blood. She wanted the thief, but instead she got the guy he sells to. That was good enough for her. The maiden grabbed the blade and tossed it into Don's hand. She then dropped the fire ball and all hell broke lose.
"You B#$^", shouted the first guard as he moved toward his axe on the side. The second guard moved to draw his sword while the boss screamed in agony as the black rum ignited into flames. The barkeep, who watched it all play out, ducked behind his bar to get a pale of water. The chaos in the corner was not the only thing going on in the Den of the Disturbed. As Bee said before it was pretty much the worst possible place to be in town and evil was not one big happy family. As Bee set the man on fire another group of customers broke out into a fight. A card game gone wrong, and as a result weapons were drawn. At the same time in the opposite corner another man was poisoned by his partner, no better way to keep more of the cut for himself. The commotion created by these three events caused the entire inn to erupt into a massive uproar as everyone looked toward the event that was closer to themselves.
"You b@#$", shouted the first guard as he swung his axe toward the maiden of fire. Bee, now enthralled with both a adrenaline and a natural high from setting a man on fire saw the attack coming. As he swung his axe Bee removed the crimson wig from her head and ducked under the blow. It was probably the only move she was going to be able to dodge in the tight space. However that was all she needed for what she was going to do. As the man pulled back for a second swing Bee tossed the wig into his face blocking his view and allowing Bee to duck under his arm and get behind him.
"This is what happens when you take what is mine", shouted Bee as she kicked the man in the back of his knee. The blow made him fall onto his leg and Bee took it as a opportunity to make some space. Naturally Bee went toward the closest thing available, which so happen to be the bar. With a quick jump Bee hopped over the polished wood and took refuge behind the short wall of wood.
"You @#$% when I find you..", shouted the bodyguard.
"You will die that is what you will do", spoke Bee cutting the man off. The maiden then grabbed a few bottles hanging on the wall and tossed it toward the man.
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Post by Donovan on Jun 24, 2015 21:43:25 GMT -6
Bee smiled and motioned for Donovan to move away from the table. What is she going to do… He took a few steps back, the swords and their scabbards flew into his hands, and then the screaming started. “WHAT DID YOU DO?!” Why would she set the creepy old fence on fire! But it was too late for the mercenary to stop her. The pair of body guards were already making their way toward Bee.
And then the rest of the tavern exploded as well. Two more fights burst up near the entrance of the bar. The bar tender was grabbing a pail of water to try and put out the flames (Which, the mercenary thought, probably wouldn’t even work because it was an alcohol fire). He didn’t think that they’d be able to get out of the place without fighting their way through. Not now that a man had burst into flames.
Donovan drew his sword, held Bee’s sheathed blade in his off hand, and readied himself for the brawl. But neither of the fence’s body guards were attacking him. Both were going after Bee. They must not have realized that we’re together. Bee was doing well, She’d managed to duck behind the bar to hide from the bodyguards.
Donovan was a decent guy, but he knew he was no man of honor, that’s why when he used the pommel of his father’s sword to bash the first bodyguard’s skull in from behind, he didn’t really feel bad about it. At all. All he felt was surprise that it hadn’t worked better. “I honestly thought you weren’t that strong.”
The bodyguard started swing his axe around, wildly. But the injury in his skull had left him more than a little woozy. He couldn’t have hit Donovan if he’d been standing still. Not that he was. It wasn’t like he wanted to tempt fate.
Behind the bar, Bee was chucking bottles of liquor at the other body guard, and they were smashing against the wooden taverns floors and walls. “Bee careful with that, you’ll set this whole place on fire!”
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Bee
Mage
"Fire is the best of all elements. Just look at the way it dances around."
Posts: 229
Profession: Fire Mage
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OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Bee on Jun 24, 2015 21:59:03 GMT -6
The first bottle was deflected. The second one missed, but the third one. The third one was the charm. The glass bottle hit the man in the nose and caused him to take a step back. This was the moment Bee needed. The maiden tossed another bottle at the man, but a swift swing of his blade split the glass into two spilling the flammable liquid on him.
"Careful with that", shouted Don as he began talking about setting the place on fire. It was then that Bee realized that she had an entire wall of flame improving agents. She paused for a moment as she thought about the beautiful blaze it would all create. During that brief moment the bodyguard hopped over the bar and moved within range to assault Bee with his sword.
"I have you now", he spoke as he lunged forward and slashed out his sword. Bee however moved instinctively to push over the bear stand on top of the man. Her motion however did not work in her favor as the body guard was able to get in a clean cut to her side. However the price she paid for the wound was well enough as Bee sent the wall of liqueur toppling down on the man.
"Crap", spoke Bee as she held her side. Blood began to flow out of the wound and Bee could feel he life draining from her. The bodyguard was not dead, well not dead at the moment. He was about to be soon. Bee touched her tome once again and looked down at the man. "Burn", she spoke as she threw the fire ball at him. The flames from the liquid were far stronger than what Bee expected. The fire erupted and caught part of the maiden's dress on fire. "Crap, crap, crap", shouted Bee as she let go of her wound band began to rip the fabric off herself.
"My bar", shouted the Barkeep as he saw the great flame consume most of his liqueur. He would be inclined to assult Bee, but the heat of the flames made him move away.
"That was close", spoke Bee as she put out the flame. It was then that the sharp pain in her side reminded her that she was cut. Bee was going to need to close the wound if she did not want to die from blood loss. "Come on", spoke Bee as smoke began to fill the air as the two fires started to spread across the building. It was then that Bee saw a piece of glass sticking in the flames. The maiden bit her bottom lip as she wrapped the fabirc around her right hand and grabbed the heated bottle piece. She then removed her teeth from her lip, she did not want to bite it off, and applied the hot glass to the wound. The pain itself was terrifying, but the bleeding had stopped. "Don", she spoke as she attempted to look around. The smoke however was now thick.
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Post by Donovan on Jun 24, 2015 22:39:05 GMT -6
Bee might be a little insane. Donovan concluded after watching his new friend/acquaintance/client push an entire wall’s worth of liquor onto the bodyguard that she was fighting. Wait. Did she get hit? Curse this disgusting place. I’ve got to get this girl out of here before she gets killed. The Bee set the entire shelving unit of liquor that she’d trapped his guy under on fire. Or before she kills the both of us as well. Bee might be entirely insane.
Donovan went back to focusing on the bodyguard that was attacking him, but the man wasn’t much of a challenge. After all, it was a one on one fight, and Donovan had bashed the man on the back of the head before the poor bloke even knew they would be fighting. He was sure that if the man hadn’t gotten what Donovan could only assume was a concussion, it would have been a pretty good fight. After all, the guy had been hit on the back of the head without immediately falling unconscious.
But the mercenary couldn’t continue screwing around with the guy when Bee might be bleeding out, so he parried the man’s axe, before using Bee’s sheathed sword to hold the blade down and close the distance. The body guard managed to get a good punch into Donovan’s ribcage, but after the green clad mercenary’s pommel crashed under the man’s chin, he went out like a light.
Smoke had begun to fill the entire bar, and most of the patrons (those that weren’t already dead) had fled out the doors. Donovan sheathed his sword before he heard Bee’s voice call out to him from behind the bar, and he leapt to action. Jumping over the bar and over the part of the floor that was way too on fire, the mercenary found the young mage, scooped her up in his arms and began running as fast as he could out the tavern’s front doors. He made sure to keep a firm grasp on both of their swords as he ran, terrified, outside. "Finally, getting the chance to rescue someone from a burning building! Guess I can check that off the bucket list! Even though she’s the one who set the fire." After the pair had made it a good distance outside, he placed her down, gently. "Seriously, though. What was that about!?"
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Bee
Mage
"Fire is the best of all elements. Just look at the way it dances around."
Posts: 229
Profession: Fire Mage
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Post by Bee on Jun 24, 2015 22:54:02 GMT -6
Things were blurry for Bee for a moment. The blood loss combined with the smoke was doing her in. She was not sure if her lack of vision was due to her being cut or simply the smoke in the room, but one thing was clear. Bee needed to get out of there. Suddenly thought someone appeared and grabbed her. It was not a threatening grab either. It was soft, gentle, and with purpose. Bee wondered who it was. He question was answered by Don's less heroic comment about rescuing somebody from a burning building. "Idiot", spoke Bee in a shallow tone. There went his heroic moment. That would have made a excellent moment in her memories, but Don had to ruin it with his weird comment.
As the duo made it outside Bee could once again breath. She knew she needed to get some clean air into her system. She had taken in a lot of that smoke in the bar. As she caught her breath Don asked a question. She kind of wish he didn't. Normally she could just ignore questions and go about her business, but Don had carried her out the fire and undoubtedly saved her life. She owed him much. The least she could do was answer his questions.
"Sorry about that", spoke Bee as she began to cough. "Well... lets just say I am a land mine", spoke Bee as she picked a substance she figured Don would be aware of. "I have a tendecy to explode if somebody hits a certain button. The man inside", she spoke as she held her arms in a attempt to quell her anger. "He was holding my sword. The sword that was the pinnacle of all my teaching. It was almost a part of me", spoke Bee as she turned toward the sword reclaimed by Don. "When I saw him with his dirty hands on it I erupted", spoke Bee as she looked at the mercenary.
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Post by Donovan on Jun 24, 2015 23:17:01 GMT -6
“Why am I an idiot? Because I made a couple jokes while saving your skin?” With all the smoke in his lungs, and having run through a building carrying two swords and a person, Donovan erupted into a fit of coughs. He pulled himself together and smiled, “I use humor to cope with stressful situations. Sue me.” The mercenary scratched his head, when he looked at his hand, it was covered in soot. He’d need to find a tavern - one that wasn’t disgusting and quickly becoming ashes - so he could take a bath.
Donovan listened to the young blacksmith in training’s apology. He wished he hadn’t yelled at the girl. “Look, Bee. I get it. If someone had hurt or attacked my friend, I would do anything and everything it takes to get them back. We all have that button that’ll explode if someone presses it. You just got to learn how to control it a bit better. You don’t want to explode like that again, or you might not make it out of there next time. And that’d be a shame.” He looked over the young mage and grinned before clapping her shoulder. “You’ve got a lot of talent. Both as a fighter and a blacksmith. You really used the room to your advantage. I mean, most anima mages would be too scared to light the entire bar on fire with tavern’s entire collection of booze!” The mercenary laughed hardily. The more he thought about it, the funnier the whole thing was. “And the sword you made. It looks like a really well crafted blade. You’ll make a fine sword smith if the rest of your work holds up to this standard.” He pulled the Wakizashi out from behind his back, where he’d been hiding it for dramatic effect. “I believe this belongs to you.”
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Bee
Mage
"Fire is the best of all elements. Just look at the way it dances around."
Posts: 229
Profession: Fire Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Bee's Profile
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Bee on Jun 25, 2015 7:32:08 GMT -6
"Thank you", spoke Bee as she took back hold of her sword. The Frozen Flame, Bee named it that for a reason. To her the blade was the physical manifestation of the fires that went into forging. It was all her passion, all of her hard work, and all the effort of working metal and steel. The sword was worth far more than any merchant could ever sell it for. One day, Bee was sure, she was going to pass this blade onto her child. She was not sure if they would even use it, or if it would be of any aid to them. However she knew she wanted them to have it. A small piece of her soul taken and placed in physical form.
"Hey get some water", shouted some men in the background. Bee turned to look at the building caught up in flames. People all around were running around and screaming. For the moment she was sure that nobody knew she was the cause of the fire and she wanted it to stay that way. Buildings were expensive. The maiden stared at the flames for a moment thought. They were pretty. The fire danced around and erupted over and over as the black wood burned with the intensity of hot coals. Years of alcohol and whatever was drunken in that bar had seeped into the wood. Now it was all coming out and the fires were raging toward the heavens.
"Well we need to get back to the shop", spoke Bee as she rose up. The maiden held her side for a moment as the wound she received earlier began to hurt. "I also need to see a proper physician", spoke Bee as she began to walk in the direction toward Mr. Johnson's shop. "Man Mr. Johnson going to be surprised when he hears about this one. Burning down the Den of the Disturbed and setting two men on fire. Oh, I almost forgot", spoke Bee as she turned around and looked at Don. "Don't tell Mr. Johnson I set those two men on fire. I don't think he knows I have killed a man before and I would like it if it stayed that way."
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Post by Donovan on Jun 25, 2015 9:30:12 GMT -6
The young apprentice blacksmith took back her sword. Donovan was glad that the girl had been able to recover something so incredibly valuable to her. Sure, the green clad mercenary was happy to have helped her out. But still, he was glad to get some sort of compensation for the act. “No problem. A deal is a deal, after all.”
“Hey get some water!” A group of people were trying to put out the fire that Bee had started. Donovan was a little worried that they might realize the pupil of anima magic was the person who started the blaze in the first place. He looked down at the girl who was staring wistfully at the dancing flames turning the Den of the Disturbed into a pile of ashes. This girl’s obsession with seeing things on fire was more than a little unsettling.
“You are right, we should be getting back to the shop. Before they figure out what happened here. I don’t know about you, but I don’t have enough money to pay to rebuild an entire city block.” Bee grabbed her side and said she needed to see a physician. “How deep was the cut? Looks like you cauterized it, but if was more than just a surface wound, you might not be swinging that forge hammer for a little while.”
The pair walked back to the forge a little slowly, to make sure that Bee wasn’t in too much pain from her injury. “I’ll make sure I don’t mention anything to Mr. Johnson. Tell you what, I’ll only stick to the things you talk about. I wouldn’t want you to lose your apprenticeship.”
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Bee
Mage
"Fire is the best of all elements. Just look at the way it dances around."
Posts: 229
Profession: Fire Mage
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Bee's Profile
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Bee on Jun 25, 2015 11:26:27 GMT -6
Bee returned to the shop looking like a mess. The dress was not only damage, but also covered in stuff and stuff was the best description of it. It was not all ash and it was not all dirt. There was bits of wood and alcohol on it too. It was clear to say that the dress was going to need a good washing and sewing. Mr. Johnson however was not angry to Bee surprise. As a matter of fact he seemed surprise it made it back at all. As the old man collected the things and called for the local doctor he turned around and looked at Bee. "You set the bar on fire didn't you", he asked. Bee tried to keep a straight face, but the guilt got to her. She did not even have to say a word.
"Great", spoke the old man as he walked away to go collect the doctor. All in all Bee came out of it ok. Especially when one considers what she had just done and the chaos that was going to be caused from this mess. Bee could already here the gossip brewing already. The Den of the Disturbed was now gone, which meant that the low lives were going to have to find a new hang out. It also meant that they were probably going to be looking for the red head who started the fire. Bee was going to have to keep a low profile for a while. Sure she was not a red head, but her hair was pink. Close enough to some of the stupid fools.
"So take your pick", spoke Bee as she pointed Don toward the wall of shields. The young mercenary had earned it. Bee had dragged him through hell and back tonight. To be truthful he probably deserved better.
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Post by Donovan on Jun 25, 2015 12:01:39 GMT -6
Donovan walked into the blacksmith’s shop, the old man’s older rags covered in ash and reeking of smoke and fire. Well, he hoped the old man wouldn’t mind their demise. He went into the smithy and rinsed his hair out a bit in a barrel of water. Then he stripped off the grey cloths and put on his classic green cloths and brown leather armor. It felt good to look like himself again. He hadn’t realized how accustomed he’d become to being and looking like the jovial mercenary. As he left the smith’s forge, he rubbed the back of his neck and checked in on the girl who played with fire. The Doc said that she would be fine, the injury wasn’t too deep, and there wasn’t anything that’d be of lasting damage.
“I’m glad to hear that you will be okay, Bee. Stomach wounds are a pain to recover from. If they’re too deep, there’s sometimes nothing your average doctor can do.” He heard the commotion outside and shook his head. “ You’re probably going to want to take a couple of weeks to lie low. Those disgusting goons will be looking for blood.”
“So take your pick.” Bee gestured to the wall of shields. Donovan walked over to the shield he’d been looking at earlier and pulled it off the wall. It was a perfect fit, perfect size for his style of fighting. Not to mention the beautiful craftsmanship and artistry. He fitted it to his arm and grabbed his satchel from the floor.
“Well, Bee. Be good. Don’t burn any more buildings down, if you can. And, you know, don’t forget to write.” The mercenary sauntered out of the shop. He had quite the story to tell Perun.
[End Thread]
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