Elijah
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"Red is the Color of Life. Don't ever Pale."
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Post by Elijah on Jan 29, 2008 16:18:11 GMT -6
Seeing as the red-clothed man had interacted with him. He would do it no good if he didn't respond...but maybe he should mingle with that group when he had some proper attire. He belched and pushed the plate in front of the bartender. After all, Elijah had paid for a room and breakfast. He went upstairs to put on his clothing.
A few minutes passed and he was already on the first floor again. This time, he had a guitar strapped to his back, a black jacket over him, boots and the same pants. His cap was once again well-adjusted on his head and he was smiling lightly. "So. Are you folk a pair of travelling merceneries? Ha ha, that's fun isn't it? Fighting during the day and drinking at night." He took a seat, and sat in it backwards as he rested his arms on the top of the chair as he faced towards them with that easy-going gaze.
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Wylie
Troubadour
The Wrestler
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Post by Wylie on Jan 29, 2008 16:44:16 GMT -6
Wylie raised an eyebrow at this overly-comfortable newcomer. He looked back at his companions with a look that said, Do we know him? He then turned to the newcomer again.
"Yeah, it's a good job," he said. "Sorry, but who are you?"
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Elijah
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"Red is the Color of Life. Don't ever Pale."
Posts: 6
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Post by Elijah on Jan 30, 2008 19:59:26 GMT -6
"I'm a mercenary trying to kill you folk." Elijah reveals as he jumps from his chair and takes off the wooden box strapped to his back. He was smiling, his eye looking from each person of the group. "You see. I've been tailing you for some time. I just wanted to see your weaknesses." He chuckled as he kneels down to get something from the box. Was he really an assassin sent to kill them.
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Usha
The "Before" years
The Hulk[M:0]
"Why everyone scared of Usha?"
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Post by Usha on Jan 30, 2008 22:56:53 GMT -6
Usha looked at the crazy man, then at Crowley, then at Wylie. The she looked at the crazy man again.
"He serious?" she asked, pointing at the man with her fork. "Because it kinda stupid to just announce to your victims that you're gonna kill them..."
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Wylie
Troubadour
The Wrestler
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Post by Wylie on Jan 31, 2008 0:22:57 GMT -6
Who keeps their weapons in a wooden box? Wylie wondered. If this guy was for real, surely he'd be better prepared to launch an ambush, even if it was in a tavern.
Nevertheless, Wylie was a non-combat unit and so if this amateur did pull out a sword, he didn't want to be on the recieving end.
He reasoned, "You know, this is a four-on-one battle you'd be starting. Not to mention everyone in this pub who'd give their left arm for Crowley. Why don't you just sit back down, eat your bacon and plan this assassination at a better time?"
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Zeiss
The "Before" years
Mysterious, Sarcastic Shaman[M:-5]
"I herd u liek Lotus Tilez?"
Posts: 256
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Post by Zeiss on Jan 31, 2008 0:38:13 GMT -6
'i have a better idea. I'll kill you right now.' Zeiss got out of his chair, book at the ready (whatever that means).
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Crowley
Mercenary
The Magnificent Renowned Drunk
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Post by Crowley on Jan 31, 2008 12:20:10 GMT -6
Crowley was standing in the door of the inn. He had just returned from the stables. He look at Usha and shrugged at her. He found the redhead quite amusing. He grinned at Wylie's commentary. Left arm. Well, who knows? Maybe there were some stupid buggers who would do that for him. He looked at Zeiss and decided to interfere as well. If this guy really was an assassin, he'd better get ready for battle, just like Zeiss. He got his sword out and stood a few metres behind the redhead, the self-proclaimed 'assassin'.
He nodded at Zeiss. There were three people facing the bizarre Myrmidon and Crowley was staring at the newcomer's back. He waited for a reaction. He made sure not to stand too close to the newcomer, Zeiss spell might miss.
He gestured at Zeiss to do something.
(OoC: Oh, btw, this saturday I leave for holiday. Won't be able to post for a week. Sorry! Just drag Crowley along, or something.)
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Elijah
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"Red is the Color of Life. Don't ever Pale."
Posts: 6
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Post by Elijah on Jan 31, 2008 19:00:38 GMT -6
Now...instead of pulling out some sort of ultimate weapon. Elijah instead pulled out a guitar instead. He then took it out as he sat in the chair he dragged with him when he jumped backwards earlier, "Oh. Mr. Mercenary, please sit down." Elijah's voice said to Crowley, the man seemed to be a musician which made him have good ears. Or it was probably the fact the boards are so creeky and that Crowley was heavy.
"My apologies for getting you guys get a knot in the bunch! But in truth. I'm actually a traveling musician! I go town to town playing music with my guitar while wooing the beautiful women." Elijah said laughing as he crossed his legs and started playing his guitar so they could believe it was true. It was a soft melody, Elijah continued to smile. "My name is Elijah. And I'm a notorious minstrel who skips off his tab at a restaurant."
Of course...part of that was true. It was true that he was a traveling musician. But in truth, he was a mercenary as well. Elijah was a great swordsman and would often be hired to kill someone. However, his target wasn't the group of folk he had met. It was someone else...and he was finding him as he spoke.
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Wylie
Troubadour
The Wrestler
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Post by Wylie on Jan 31, 2008 20:34:35 GMT -6
Now Wylie was just finding him annoying. He laughed and smiled too much, it almost seemed fake.
Instead of provoking him into any further song, Wylie merely resumed eating his breakfast, secretly hoping one of the others would view the guitar as threatening.
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Usha
The "Before" years
The Hulk[M:0]
"Why everyone scared of Usha?"
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Post by Usha on Jan 31, 2008 22:02:29 GMT -6
Usha eyed the guitar wearily, wishing he'd pulled out a sword or something. A sword would give her a reason to kill him. As it stood, she still wanted to flip the table over and crush him beneath it.
But... there was food on the table, that would be such a waste. Maybe a chair?
Usha began looking for something to throw at him...
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Zeiss
The "Before" years
Mysterious, Sarcastic Shaman[M:-5]
"I herd u liek Lotus Tilez?"
Posts: 256
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Post by Zeiss on Feb 1, 2008 1:09:51 GMT -6
Zeiss eyed the man suspiciously and then sat down again. 'Fine, if you're a musician and not a fighter I'd advice you to clear out of here, we attract trouble of the worst kind.'
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Crowley
Mercenary
The Magnificent Renowned Drunk
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Post by Crowley on Feb 1, 2008 9:35:38 GMT -6
Crowley narrowed his eyes and shook his head. A musician. Worst kind. Wimps with no attitude. Crowley did enjoy singing, but music was something he hated. Partly because he wasn't a musical prodigy. He passed the musician and stood in front of the gang.
"Well, folks. I'm ready to go." He laughed. His found the situation quite amusing.
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Wylie
Troubadour
The Wrestler
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Post by Wylie on Feb 2, 2008 6:07:35 GMT -6
"Me too, but where?" Wylie asked.
As he got up, he eyed the musician suspiciously. He'd thought more about the constant smiling and laughing and concluded there definately was something more to this stranger. Maybe it was his constantly shifting eyes.
In any case, they were leaving and it was no longer Wylie's concern. He nodded his thanks to the barman as he passed the kitchen.
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Zeiss
The "Before" years
Mysterious, Sarcastic Shaman[M:-5]
"I herd u liek Lotus Tilez?"
Posts: 256
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Post by Zeiss on Feb 2, 2008 8:08:53 GMT -6
Zeiss nodded and followed the two outside. That man gave us three diferent discription of himself in the few minutes that we met him. This then will be the final test, if he again corrects himself and tells us he is actually a fighter then he has some alterior motive and I'm going to attack him.
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Elijah
The "Before" years
[M:0]
"Red is the Color of Life. Don't ever Pale."
Posts: 6
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Post by Elijah on Feb 2, 2008 18:06:15 GMT -6
MOD EDIT: This post should be ignored until it is rewritten.
Reason: Godmodding
EDIT: Whatever! I edited it already! So feel free to NOT ignore it. Feh lol.
"Finally they're gone." Elijah had thought when he saw Zeiss, Crowley, and Wylie leaving the bar. His worries ended, he had a feeling that they were strong battlers and being ganged up on them would be bad. However, there was a matter of the one of the big woman...or man...or...whatever she or he was. Whatever, it didn't matter. The woman seemed slow even though she had brute strenght. Elijah was a swift swordsman. He stopped smiling and turned serious. He looked at the bartender with piercing eyes and said, "Nice cover. Too bad you won't live long." The bartender's eyes lit up and glared at Elijah.
"And who has sent you?" Asked the bartender, feeling a chill go through his neck.
"You should know." Suddenly, Elijah whacked the guitar over the bartender's head, smashing the wood into bits. However, the guitar broke and was in fact a sword hidden in it! The bartender was now lying over the counter, his head bleeding. Most likely dead due to trauma through the head.
Suddenly, a laughter is heard throughout the room and sitting on a table nearby was the cause of it. "Very smart indeed. I knew one day I would be chased after. However, I already knew of your presence. At this very moment, my gang's on their way here to kill you."
Elijah remained silent, he wasn't afraid or anything. Now he was trying to figure out a solution to get out of this mess. Elijah started walking silently towards the laughing man. Two people got up from their seats and stood in front of Elijah to stop him. They wielded a spear and wore armor, they were soldiers.
That didn't stop the mercenary as he sidestepped the attack of one who was obviously trying to kill Elijah. However, the mercenary swiftly kicked the man's legs and he fell hard. Then Elijah kicked the other soldier in the stomach which made him backwards out the window from the first story. Elijah then turned to the one that was the boss and started walking towards him. The soldier he knocked down getting up slowly.
The man who Elijah was trying to killed look in shock, "Please! Don't kill me! I'll give you money! More than the one that they're paying me to kill you! PLEASE DON'T KILL ME!" The coward yelled, however Elijah merely smirked and sliced his head. The head going through the window and outside where the three men were probably were.
Suddenly, the soldier that Elijah had tripped attacked the mercenary. Elijah managed to avoid it in time, only getting a scratched on his cheek. He sliced at the man, only for him to be caught in a deadlock.
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