Heroes need bad ass friends, right?(OPEN)

[Butorega]

“So it looks like our patron is up”, spoke Butorega to another man as he stared from the side of a building. “

“It seems so”, spoke the man as he walked away into the market district.

“What poor conversation partner”, spoke Butorega as he simply leaned against the wall. Bones and Faith had just left the other day and Butorega was already feeling their absence. “Why is it so freaking boring”, murmured Butorega to himself. He took another look at Hiro. “Got nothing better to do”, spoke the brigand as he began to follow the man. He made sure to keep a good amount of space between them. Best not to get caught like he did yesterday.

[Aelia]

Regardless of any sneaking sneaker sneak bandits, there'll be a sharp whistle off to Hiro's right after he begins his quest to con any one of the no doubt hundreds of prospective adventurers and prophet slayers. And, if he turns to look at the whistle he'll be greeted by the sight of a cloaked figure stepping out from behind a blind corner around one of the small shops lining the street. It wouldn't seem like something that out of the ordinary were it not for the fact the green cloaked hunter has an arrow notched and aimed at the prospective rebel rouser.

"Don't move." Whoever it is will bark in a choked gravely voice. The quite possible assassin looking more than a little bit shabbier than something the Eturians and Kraft would send. But then, if they truly wanted someone dead whoever they would send wouldn't try to hold up their target in the middle of day on a semi-busy street. The accosting Mr. Gravely voice is actually quite on the small side and wouldn't pose any credible threat were it not for the arrow trained on Hiro, even as they take a gentle step towards the man who's day they're probably quickly ruining.

"So you're the one recruiting people for a little trip to Eturia... What's it to you?" The person adds in it's gruff voice, blue eyes peering out from under the hood and flicking back and forth as the figure ever so slowly seems to give the bowstring some slack and ease up. Only for him or her to notice the action and tense up with an almost challenging grunt directed towards Hiro as she extends the bow once again. It seems whoever this is, they're a little more keen on talking than straight up positively perforating the would be hero (Hah!). But for how long that'll last is up in the air.

[Hiro]

Hiro was scouting out the crowd as well as venders for possible allies to recruit. Then there was a whistle, it caught his ear so he turned towards it, out came a hooded figure. They had seemed to be holding out something pointed at him, it didn't take long for him to realize it was a bow. They had asked him a question, now if it was two unarmed people talking he had it covered 110% of the way, but they seemed to be more hostile than they had tried to put off, combat was one of the skills Hiro had lacked. Well here goes nothing.

"What's it to me? I think I'm in the position to be asking that, if you know anything about what has happened in Eturia in the past like five years it should be self explanatory, but no the real question is why are you pointing a weapon at the only man in all of Elibe with the balls to take the bull by it's horn? What's it to you that I seek to save Eturia from it's own poison before it takes the rest of the world with it?" Turning the tables on the hooded figure was a double edged sword, it could either fluster them long enough for him to get out of their line of sight or anger them to the point of attacking. There wasn't any children around for Hiro to snatch up for a human shield and he didn't come prepped with any of his smoke bombs to use for an escape. The only things he had to use was his wit and luck to walk away from this alive.

[Butorega]

Butorega saw the archer step out from the corner and confront Hiro. The very sight actually ticked him off. Not only was he no longer practicing his stealth, but his new meal ticket to adventure and bloodshed was being threatened. Nobody was going to follow some random bandit from Bern to take down a political monster like kraft.

“Hay do we have a problem here”, spoke Butorega as he came from around Hiro. He walked in front of the man allowing his burly frame to over shallow the thief and to place all aim on himself. Butorega held his axe on his shouler as he stared into the eyes of the archer.

[Aelia]

The archer holds his, it's or her's ground amiably as Hiro begins his reasoning. The figure will take several steps to the left, bow still trained on him and those green eyes narrowing. If Hiro can read body language it's quite clear his accuser is very tense, bowstring pulled to it's maximum, back arched (one might say she's rather archy) and legs positioned near perfectly as she leans forward on her right leg. There'll only be a momentary flinch from the archer after the comment regarding it's own poison. And then the bandit will step up, which almost seems to cause the figure to wilt on the spot before they slacken the arrow on it's string, causing it to hang a quarter drawn as she clamps the arrow shaft against the bow with the fingers on her right hand.

"No, we're fine here." The figure will remark in a thick feminine Eturian accent, dropping the rough and danger voice as she takes off her hood, showing off messy blonde locks and an arched eyebrow as she peers at Burto. She'll quickly tear her eyes off and look back towards Hiro. "But, what does the Saint Elimine mean to you?" She'll ask, her other hand reaching back down to her bow to signify that she's not totally bought into the words, but... It seems this very young looking woman is more likely to be friend than foe. "And the prophet, are his words truth?" She asks darkly, tensing once again as she furrows her brow. She'll continue to shoot Burto looks, if only because she's convinced he'd try to split her skull the moment he got.

[Butorega]

The girl was keen to keep her eyes on Buotrega. Pointing a weapon at someone was enough in his world to get you killed, but to make it worse she pointed it at “the boss”, which was a thousand times worse than a normal brigand. Butorega kept a firm grip on his axe as he stared at the woman. He was not going to pass up this opportunity to be a part of this assault. The fame, the glory, and the bloodshed were too great for him to simply let it pass by him. Hell would freeze over before he would let a runt like her take it from him. Instead of interrupting her words the brigand simply stared at the maiden. His eyes fixed on her hands and body motion. If she made an aggressive move Butorega would make sure the confrontation would end in blood.

[Hiro]

In almost an instant a large meat shield stepped between him and the arrow. This muscle head had believed everything he had said, it does look like he hasn't lost his silver tongue after all. "Down boy." Hiro stepped around Butorega to place himself between him and the hooded figure, it did look good to the people watching that he was willing to put himself in just as much danger as the ones fighting. He knew their accent all too well, he grew up hearing it and spoke with it as well. Then the hood came off, revealing a young woman, which was always more easier for Hiro to talk to. "What does the "saint" mean to me, as well as that old coot? Those are things I prefer not to say in the open, but if you are dead set on answers then I will give them to you... In my room, under certain stipulations. First off, you give all of your weapons to lumberjack Joe here," Hiro pointed behind himself with his thumb towards Butorega. "Who will stand guard outside of the room. All I have to do is raise my voice then, well you know I'd need a new room. I distaste the smell of blood in my sleep. What'cha say?" Convincing somebody from outside of Eturia would be a piece of cake, now somebody that has been fed that bullcrap will be tough.

[Butorega]

Lumberjack, thought Butorega to himself. He felt a bit insulted, but did not allow it to be seen on his face. He was a brigand, and even if you did not associate him with the criminals he still looked far stronger than a lumberjack. None the less Butorega did his new job. He extended his arm waiting for the maiden to hand him her weapons. As a sign of good faith however Butorega sheathed his own.

[Mel]

Mel sat lazily behind a crate of apples, her chin resting on the edge as she followed the crowd with her eyes lazily. She caught sight of a small confrontation off in the distance and perked up with interest, hopping to her feet and skulking closer. It had been quite a while since she had seen some interesting entertainment, but as she drew in and watched quietly from her new little vantage point it seemed to have escalated far too quickly and died down just as fast. Unless...well, the young woman shoved her fist into the muscle's face, that would be amusing.

[Jya]

Jya had a restful nights sleep. Well what she considered restful. She certainly slept more than her usual amount and it seemed to lessen the burden she had been feeling the previous day. For the most part, she didn't try to talk to the man again. It didn't seem he was tracking her, there would have been blood spilled last night if that was true. She simply chose to shadow the man from a distance again. Since she had nothing better to do and she still wanted a name. She just had to wait for the right time to ask alone. She tugged at her clothing to keep herself warmer, but more importantly, to keep the green out of sight. Best to be cautious.

[Aelia]

Aelia furrows her brow at Hiro's response, one eyebrow quirking further as she pointedly turns and bares her teeth at the hunk of muscle, though turning the half drawn bow in his direction is probably more effective in the intimidation factor. And if only she could punch Buto in the face, and she doesn't even know the motivation behind his want to liberate her homeland. "Aaaah, No." She'll remark to Hiro, taking a step backward and drawing the bow in front of her body as if to defend herself from a strike. "Whatever you could say to me behind closed doors you can stand to say before the whole world." The young woman will remark, her eyes narrowing as she lets out a little hiss under her breath. "And Mr. Muscle will not be touching my bow." She adds with a dark look over towards Burtorega.

Oooh, if only Aelia could realize quotes were used around the naming of The Saint Elimine, but for now she'll settle with the fact he might really be trying to liberate Eturia. "I only wish to know if the man expounding the virtues of liberation of my homeland is a compatriot or one of Kraft's spies." She'll accuse with a dramatic finger point, her green eyes containing that glimmer which offers a look into her convictions.

It seems for all her bluster, and especially the arrow pointing, that she might be one of those deluded loyalists to the Kraft regime. But, with most everything reading Aelia, it's a little bit more complicated than that. Seeing as how she had left her family's villa before Kraft's coup, and had spent most of her years wandering in the Eturian country side and Ilia, it's quite unlikely that the long tendrils of propaganda have tainted her just yet. In fact, the realities of the regime and the lies (most particularly to a devout follow of Elimine like Aelia) have left quite an effect on her!

"Now, in who's name do you fight?" She asks, frowning more than a small bit. "And the answer better not be 'for the people' when you have lumberjacks menacing little girls." She chimes with an almost smug grin on her face.

[Mel]

Ah, there it went. The archer seemed to have some spunk to her and it was delightful. Mel stepped forward, lazily bouncing an apple in her palm as she walked up to the little huddle unabashed. "Well..." the pointy eared midget cut in rather rudely "he is hardly doing a very good job of being very menacing I think..." Lazily she glanced the brigand up and down, paying little attention to his hooded partner. "There are so many little places you can poke and prod without the slightest bit of effort you see." She gave a firm nod to the archer, treating her like a brainless child and the brigand like a brainless oaf, stirring up the pot on both sides without the slightest effort on her part. Here was her afternoon entertainment.

Mel really had hardly a care about the politics with the prophet and the rebellion, as long as there was something to observe she was pleased, and those two seemed to spawn quite a lot of interesting little shows. Some people were far too zealous for their own good, and they played so wonderfully with those who were hardly religious at all. Swinging her arms up behind her head and folding them she stepped back, watching them expectantly for a moment before indicating with her head to move. "Now go on, sock him in the nose blondie, then jab out his eyes."

[Hiro]

Hiro turned to face Butorega for a second."Billy, run along and do lumberjack stuff will ya. I can handle this woman alone." Returning his gaze back to the archer he let out a sigh. "In my defense, Jimmy here stepped up on his own. I cannot share the same information that I can in private out in the open because of the kill or be killed world Kraft is creating." At that moment he heard a familiar voice, turning to see the little gremlin from the jail cell in Bern. It seemed as if she couldn't get enough of her Hiro so she came back for seconds. Between his guardian angel Jya and the man behind him he was safe from Mel's assassination attempts so he decided to have a little bit of fun with her. "You can always ask my wife over there how much danger I would be if people found out who I am." Raising his voice so Mel could hear him "Sweetie," which he sad sarcastically "why would you suggest she punch the man that's going to help us in the face?" He shot her a sly smile with a wink. He had to admit, it wasn't half bad having a girl that easy on the eyes chasing him around Elibe.

[Butorega]

“Ok I think it is about time I set something’s straight”, spoke Butorega as he exhaled a lump of air. “First off I am not a lumberjack. The comparison is an insult to my profession and is slowly eating away at what little patients I have left. Second I am not his minion, or at least not yet. I jumped in because somebody they wanted to point an arrow at my meal ticket to violence and glory”, spoke Butorega as he shot a death glare at Aelia. “My third point”, spoke Butorega as he turned toward Mel. “If you want to try me up go ahead. Don’t try to encourage others to charge to their death. If you want some entertainment then come, but I will tell you a fight with me won’t end with you having a few laughs and me bloody and filled with holes. It will end with your death and a great red stain splattered across the frozen stones the Ilians calls a road.”

[Aelia]

Aelia will stiffen up and then blink several times at the pointy eared what's it as she steps up. "Eeeeh?" She asks, knitting her brow in confusion and tilting her head to the right as she purses her lips. Well, there goes the whole 'tense Ilian showdown' atmosphere in one fell swoop! "Well I know that alright." She'll remark with a pout, taking quite a fair bit of attention off of Hiro and the beefiest lumberjack this side of the conversation. And Burto really wasn't the scariest, if only because Aelia had him at range and figured that she could run away if she really had to! There were advantages to being small and light of foot, and adorable too. "It's the principle of things thoooough." She'll add in an almost uncharacteristic (well, compared to what's been shown today) whine as her eyes flick back towards Hiro and The Tree Chopper.

"If you were truly righteous The saint would protect you wouldn't she?" Oh snap! She's busting out the 'The's with the capital Ts. That's how you know when someone is serious after all. "But... I figure your terms can be worked with, just, no lumberjack guards and we can talk." She'll harumph before she blink blinks at Mel's command with an almost dumbfounded look. "Well... Discretion is ussually like, a thing someone wants to have..." She'll trail off, frowning a bit more as she lets her bow sag by her side a bit. Normally she'd be a lot more chipper and totally poke and prod at the newcommer, dish it back out a little even! But, well, this was a bit of an extreme situation for poor Aelia and Miss Shortstuff's nonchalant approach had her all confuddled! She also, just seems to positively swell with pride at Buto's death glare, and the smile breaking out on her face at the threat points to the fact it fills her with childlike glee.

And then she'll deadpan at Hiro when he busts out the cutie names before she'll cough and then screw up her nose."... I wouldn't have pinned you for someone who likes it short." The girl who's not that much taller (if even!) than Santa's Run away little helper would remark.