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 23, 2015 23:31:51 GMT -6
It was gone, "No, no, no, no, no", shouted Bee as she grabbed her cloak and rushed out the shop door. Bee had finally done it. After months of hard work, folding and folding again Bee had made her first Wakizashi. It was a difficult creation. Unlike the more common iron swords where Bee would simply place heated metal into a mold and then shape it the Wakizashi, which Bee named The Frozen Flame, was forged from a single bar of steel. Over many days Bee and her master worked on the sword folding it over ten thousand times before it was complete, a perfect blade. It was Bee's finest creation and as a result it dawned the wall of the shop and sent a spark of pride through Bee's heart. However that all came to a end when a shifty looking man came into the shop. He looked like a thief, but Bee did not have the right to refuse him service. She showed the man a few of the common swords rushed him into buying something. After a while the man decided that he did not want anything and left the shop. At first Bee was happy, but she soon discovered that there was nothing to celebrate.
"That dirty backstabbing thief", shouted Bee as she gave chase after the man. She immediately rang her bell as she left to let her master know she was out. Giving chase Bee rushed down the side alleyway leading to the main city gate. She knew this city like the back of her hand and quickly took a shortcut in order to catch up with the thief. As Bee rushed into the streets she saw the thief turning a corner. "No where to go", spoke Bee as a evil smile crossed her face. The fool had made a bad choice. There was no way out of that alley except the way you came in. Naturally Bee drew her tome. Alright lets see if my hours of training have paid off."
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Post by Donovan on Jun 24, 2015 8:35:16 GMT -6
The green clad mercenary had been wandering around this city for an hour looking for a decent shield. It always seemed like he had buy a new shield. If it wasn’t the undead, it was the bandits. And if it wasn’t the bandits it was the giant man eating dog monsters. He never seemed to find any enemies that didn’t want to tear his throat out with the intensity of a thousand suns. What was most annoying was that this city was a damn maze. It seemed like every other street lead to a dead end.
Donovan turned into an alley, hoping that it would feed back into some sort of main street, when a smaller man carrying a sword ran into him and fell to the ground. Time spent traveling and training with Perun had left Donovan a little difficult to knock over, especially when he had a few inches on the guy.
“You alright there, Champ?” He asked the man, who was obviously a thief just from the way he held the sword like it might bite him. Which, on second thought, Donovan supposed it could if you didn’t grip it correctly. “Uh… Yeah. Sorry. Excuse me.” The man stumbled and stuttered before slipping further down the alley, moving a small cart filled with trash from against the wall, and slipping into a hole in the wall that was hidden behind it.
The green clad mercenary had more important things to do, yes, but this little adventure seemed a good deal more interesting, so he went over to the hole to inspect it. “Must’ve been in a real hurry to leave his get away exposed like that…” He muttered under his breath.
“Nowhere to go.” Donovan heard someone say from the entrance of the ally. Must be the sword’s owner. He looked up and saw that it was just a young girl - no older than 15 or 16 - with a really weird haircut. Someone her age probably wasn’t the owner of that sword. And then she drew a tome. Crap. A small ball of fire grew to life.
“Watch where you’re throwing that fire, kid. I’m not your thief.” He stepped forward, and realized his face was pretty covered in shadow. Hopefully the girl would see he wasn’t an enemy. If she didn’t, though… he might have to knock her down a peg. You know, so he doesn’t catch 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
Affinity: Fire
Profile: Bee's Profile
OoC Alias: Butorega
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Post by Bee on Jun 24, 2015 9:39:58 GMT -6
"I WILL BURN YOU TO CINDERS", shouted Bee as she formed a fire ball! The maiden conjured up all her angry and grief into this one attack. she was ready to toss the flames at the man when she realized that she was about to shoot at the wrong person. "Oh crap", spoke Bee as she turned her hand. The fire ball still flew off, but instead of flying toward the man it instead flew toward a pile of trash. The fire ball was mainly flash with little fury, Bee still needed much work, but it would have been enough to ignite the clothing on fire. That was the real danger of her attack. Now however it started a mini fire in the back alleyway that threaten to set the entire trash pile on fire. Bee stared at the fire for a moment before realizing the danger. She then removed her cloak and tossed it over the flames and began to stump it out.
"Sorry about that", spoke Bee as she stumped out the fire she created. "I thought you were that dirty thief for a moment", she spoke as trash finished smoking. The maiden then picked back up her cloak which now had ash on it from the fire. The fabric itself was alright, but it needed some washing. Normally however that flame would have burned clean through any normal cloak, but the one Bee was wearing had some resistance to fire. It was a safty measure the young maiden carried with her to protect herself from her own flames.
"You rat there is no way out", shouted Bee as she suddenly took off running down the alleyway. As she reached the end, which she knew was a dead end, she was surprised to not see anyone there. "What the crap", she spoke as she began to look around. It was impossible for him to go up, well not completely impossible. Unless he can jump off walls there was no way for him to get to the roof and she was sure she saw him turn this way. "Where the crap did he go", shouted Bee as she began to knocking things over and look all around.
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Post by Donovan on Jun 24, 2015 10:27:03 GMT -6
Donovan shifted his weight to the balls of his feet after the young mage threatened to burn him alive. Luckily for the both of them it seemed that she recognized that he wasn’t the person that she was looking for and the ball of fire flew into a heap of trash. The girl started to stomp out the fire she’d set, while the mercenary looked on a little amused.
“Thanks for not setting me on fire. I quite like this cloak.” The young girl picked up her now dirty cloak, that Donovan was surprised to see had no real damage to it, and began to hunt for the thief down the alleyway. “What is a young mage like yourself doing with a sword? That is what was stolen from you, right?” The pink haired girl seemed a little too excited to catch the man — not to mention a little trigger happy with that tome of hers. The mercenary knew that she wouldn’t find anyone down that path, though. Before he could say anything, she’d sprinted down to the end of the alley, and was kicking up garbage looking for her thief.
Donovan casually walked over to the girl and leaned against a wall. He pulled an apple out of his satchel and began eating it after polishing it on his shirt. “You’re not going to find him in this alley. He went through that hole in the wall over there.” Donovan gestured toward the old cart and shrugged. “He’s long gone by now, probably.”
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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 24, 2015 10:37:35 GMT -6
"Why am I looking for the sword", spoke Bee as she searched around for the thief. "Because I forged that sword that is why", spoke the maiden as she thought back onto the long hours she spent working on it. Months, days, hours of hard work. All of it was placed into making that one perfect blade. it was the pinnacle of everything she learned from master Johnson and research she had done herself. Bee had no intention of ever selling that blade. It was suppose to be hers. Her short sword for all time. A constant reminder of her skill with both flame and metal and a memento toward the legacy of her dead mother. Now it was in the hands of some thief, a dirt bag with no honor. No it could not stand. Bee was not going to let it stand. If she had to burn down the entire town she would find that sword.
"Through the hole", spoke Bee as she saw his get away point. "Not while I yet breath", shouted the maiden as she rushed through the hole and moved into some old looking building. It was clear to her that he passed through here. She could hear the wind blowing through the open door. As the maiden rushed through the house she passed through the door in pursuit of her lost sword. Unfortunately for her the door lead out to the main street. From here he could have went anywhere. At this point he was gone.
"D@#$ it", shouted Bee as she punched the wooden door as hard as she could. However the box cut maiden was not going to give up. "Excuse me", spoke Bee as she rushed onto main street. The young maiden began to ask around to see if somebody saw where the thief had went.
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Post by Donovan on Jun 24, 2015 11:02:53 GMT -6
So the girl is a blacksmith? Or an apprentice at least. The mercenary thought that was pretty interesting. It’s not everyday you meet a mage who takes up such a physically demanding task. The girl must really love fire. Even better, this meant that she or her master might make shields. With luck, Donovan’s long search could finally be over.
The girl had already crawled through the hole in the wall and was looking through the run down, abandoned house into which it led. Don rubbed the back of his neck before deciding to squeeze through the hole after her. She was frantic, the sword must have been really important to her. She abandoned the search of the house ran out onto the street after seeing that the door was open. No way she’d find the thief now. Not without a little help at least.
“Hey kid! You’re not gonna find him. Not this way. The cretan is long gone. But… There are other ways of getting your sword back. If you know the right people.” Donovan paused for dramatic effect, he was ever the performer, after all. “It just so happens I know the right people. I could help you get your sword back. So long as I get something in return. Say… a targe?”
Donovan could tell he probably could have asked for more. But he didn’t need anything more, and it wouldn’t have felt right to steal from a kid like that. That in mind, Donovan knew he could really help her. A well forged sword isn’t the kind of thing you sell for yourself. The thief definitely had a fence, and Donovan knew how to find those shadier types.
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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 24, 2015 11:16:19 GMT -6
As Bee's frustration went to a all time high the man in green began to speak. Almost like a con man he walked up to her talking about how she was never going to find her sword. Such a downer. For a moment Bee was going to block him out and ignore him, but then he mentioned another way and grabbed the young maiden's attention. "You know another way to find that low life rodent", spoke Bee as she turned and looked at the man. He had her undivided attention now. Bee really, wanted to get that sword back. She would not have cared if he had asked for the cloak on her back or the tome in her pocket. If she had it to give she would have given it to him. However his request was strange.
"A Targe", spoke Bee with confusion at first as she looked at the man. For a moment she thought he said a target to be honest. After a while and the flames of anger settled for a moment Bee's mind figured out what he desired. "Wait you want a shield", she spoke as she looked at him with a puzzled expression. It was not every day that somebody came and asked her for a shield. Even more so when they wanted it as a reward for aiding her. Shields were tools of defense and rarely used now a days. Most people bought weapons and used shields made out of planks. They were not the best, but they stopped arrows. Only knights and the heavy armored sort bought the real deals. Though Bee never understood why. They were already encased inside of steel. Why not just by a two handed weapon and block with your armor. She never understood those foolish moogles.
"Fine", spoke Bee as she looked the man up and down. "We have plenty of Targe Shields back at the shop. I will even let you chose one out if you help me recover my blade", spoke Bee as she looked at the man. He better have something to show for his boast.
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Post by Donovan on Jun 24, 2015 11:43:36 GMT -6
“Happy to do business with you. I know that a lot of people don’t see the point in fighting with a shield these days. But in the heat of battle it can be the difference between leaving unscathed and losing an arm.” The mercenary had found that to be true more times than he could count. He began walking up the street and gestured for the girl to follow him.
“What’s the shadiest bar in the next neighborhood over? That’s where we are going to look first.” If the swell sword’s suspicious were correct, the thief was likely a local kid who grew up on the streets. Probably got in with some sort of small gang. A decent thief knows that they should never sell their goods in the neighborhood they took it from, but one district over tended to be a safe bet.
“We aren’t going to bother finding the thief. That’d be like finding a needle in a hay stack. Instead, we’re going to look for your sword. Once we find out who’s selling it, we can just take it back. Of course, they might not like that, per say, but really, we’d just be requiring stolen goods. If a few heads need to be knocked about… Worse things have happened.”
The young mage told him where they should start looking, and the pair began to walk over to the other side of town. “We’ll give it about 12 hours for them to feel comfortable selling it. In the mean time, we should figure out a backstory. Obviously, we can’t walk into a bar and ask for them to give back the sword they stole. You can’t be a blacksmith. And I should probably be something a little less good natured than a bounty hunter.”
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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 24, 2015 12:00:43 GMT -6
The mercenary began to talk about fighting with swords and the use of shields. Bee could care less about it. Those foolish muggles and there muggle weapons. Bee preferred magic. Far more effective and far more powerful. She only forged weapons because her mother was a blacksmith and she liked the look of the fires. However she did have to admit a fine made sword was just as beautiful as the flames that created them.
"The most seediest bar", spoke Bee as she began to think. Her face then took a turn for a worst as her mind began to think of the place. There was only one place in the village that could hold that title. "The Den of The Disturbed", she spoke as disgust crossed her face. "That place should be burned to the ground and a church built over it. It is a black painted pub on the other side of town. Most of the village girls are told to avoid it. Any man who considers themselves to be half way decent would not walk into the place. If our thief went anywhere it would be there", spoke the maiden. Great Bee was going to have to go there. She hopped they could just find the rat and get it from him, but to walk into that den of ill repute. Her reputation would never recover.
"Yeah it is probably best for the both of us to get disguises. Once somebody sees you go into that place you will be marked as a patron forever. It is a good way to be considered the town drunk or ... well lets just say a very inappropriate word for a women. I don't really plan on staying in this town forever, but I would like to keep my reputation. The shop will do a lot better if I was not known as a wench", spoke Bee. "If we have to wait twelve hours then it is best to wait at the shop. I got some more work to do and I need to change clothing."
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Post by Donovan on Jun 24, 2015 12:26:05 GMT -6
Den of the Disturbed? Gods. That sounds like a bad Etrurian propaganda play. The girl was smart to want to chance outfits and put on a disguise. It would help in case one of the people working for the fence recognized her, and it would spare her reputation from being dragged through the mud. The mercenary figured he would do the same, lose any of his brighter garments in place of something dirty and grey. Might be best for him to use a really ripped shirt, too. Display the terrible scar he’d received in the mountains of Ilia. Anything to make him look more like the low life patrons of a poorly kept bar.
He followed the girl back to her shop, “Does your master have any old shirts that might fit me? I should look a little more vagabondy if this is going to work.” He walked around the shop and saw that it looked like the smiths who sold their goods here were quite good. Then he saw the wall of shields and began to look over them. After a little while of searching, he saw the perfect one for him. A small shield with a beautiful spiraling pattern. What was even better was that it was of an unusually high quality. It would definitely be able to take more of a beating than the shields he’d used in the past.
Bee brought down some older looking rags that sort of fit him, and the mercenary put them on. He looked over his reflection in a well polished shield and walked over to the forge, where he grabbed some soot and started to dirty his body to give him a proper unlovable look. He’d learned how to disguise himself at a very young age on the troupe. Though they just called it getting in costume.
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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 24, 2015 13:28:33 GMT -6
Bee returned to the shop and greeted the master. Mr. Johnson found the entire ordeal to be funny. If it was him he would have given up and marked it down as a loss. However Bee was persistent, he knew that well. Rather than tell her to give up, which he knew she would not, he instead offered to aid her. Which was a surprise to Bee because Mr. Johnson was never one to just give her aid. If she dug herself into a hole he would usually make her dig herself out. This time however he was serious about giving her a hand. However he had that look in his eye that told her she was going to regret it. First however she had to get some supplies for Don. The mercenary needed something to make him blend in. Mr. Johnson had some old clothing in his drawers that he was willing to give away. After bringing him the clothing Bee walked into the back and made preparations for her own costume.
"So I hear you want a shield", spoke Mr. Johnson as he walked up behind the mercenary. Mr. Johnson looked him up and down and began to make a assessment of him. He was a alright lad to him, but he could use a bit more muscle on him. Standards seem to be dropping everywhere, thought Mr. Johnson to himself. He remembered the days when mercenaries with arms as big as watermelons use to walk into his store and by thick swords with broad hilts. Now they were as scruny as this fellow. "Those where the days", he spoke to himself as he walked back toward the shop. "You can have any shield on the wall if you help Bee get back her sword", he spoke as he walked out the room. The aged man wanted to be sure he got a good look at what was coming next. He told Bee that he would give the lad a shield and give up some clothing for there little plan. However he made her agree to do something for him instead. Well to be correct he made her agree to wear something that had not been worn in years.
"So do you think this will work", spoke Bee as she came from the back. The young lady was no longer wearing clothing fit for thieves and young boys, but now a dress. A black dress at that. It was fancy. It looked as if it cost a pretty pinny. On her head was a wig, one that was as read as flames and ran down to her chest. For Bee it was a annoyance, but for Mr. Johnson it was a trip down memory lane. He remembered when his wife use to wear that dress. She was so beautiful and her red hair complemented the dark color. Alas disease stripped her of her strength and eventually took her life. Before that however she lost her hair and Mr. Johnson had bought her the wig as a replacement. Now some twenty years later it was finally getting some use.
"You can keep the dress by the way", spoke the aged man as he looked at Bee. The maiden gave him a cross look and turned back toward Don.
"Not my style", she spoke. "Well I guess it can work for the job, but man I hate these shoes."
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Post by Donovan on Jun 24, 2015 14:05:00 GMT -6
The master smith that the girl was studying under was surprisingly helpful in the entire plan. He’d provided Donovan with cloths and was very willing to give him his new shield. The older man had some strange items apparently just lying around his house. A woman’s red wig and a long black dress. He supposed that the smith had a wife. Or that he was not entirely happy with who he was. Either way, it wasn’t in Donovan’s nature to be ungrateful when offered help. When the girl came down the stairs in her costume, the mercenary was astonished by the change. He almost didn’t recognize her anymore.
With their disguises fully prepared, the young mercenary and the younger black smith in training set about talking over the last details of their plan. Donovan would act as a buyer for a new sword. Bee would be his “friend” she’d be keeping an eye out for the thief who stole the sword in the first place. Donovan agreed that they’d ruff up the thief and the fence once they found the sword, but insisted that they make it look like a normal bar fight. If they went into a seedy bar and started beating up its regulars for their illegal occupations… Well, that would likely not end well for the pair. Of course, no matter how thorough a plan, there is always something that will go wrong. Still better to have one.
The mercenary felt like the two wouldn’t have any real issues. After all, if it was just a couple thieves and crooks, Don and the blacksmith’s apprentice… Wait. Do I actually not know her name? — wouldn’t have any trouble taking them apart. “I don’t think we’ve exchanged names yet. I’m Donovan.”
After waiting until a few hours after dark, the pair made their way across town to the Den of the Disturbed. When they were a few houses down, the mercenary cracked his neck and adapted the ruffian persona he’d developed whilst guarding Grev’s Caravan.
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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 24, 2015 14:55:22 GMT -6
It was, well uncomfortable to dress the way Bee was. She was use to wearing shorts and a cloak, not a long dress and fancy shoes. Bee knew she had to adapt or be caught, but really. Could she not dress like a boy, or somebody who wore more comfortable clothing. A dress was not up her alley and probably never will be. After this mission was over Bee was going to retire this outfit permanently. As the maiden walked out the door way the mercenary brought up a good point. They had not exchanged names. It was weird. They had came up with a plan together, made a deal, and even disguised themselves as other people, but they have of yet to actual give each other there names. It made Bee wounder how things came to this. She normally gives her name out pretty quick.
"Oh right", spoke the maiden as she looked Don in the eye. "Well my name is Bee. Spelled B E E. It is just like the insect, but without the stinging.
As Bee finished introducing herself she went to the back of the shot to come up with her character. It was true that Bee did not look like she usually did, but the moment she opened her mouth everyone would know who she was. If they did not recognize the way she spoke it would at the very least break up her character in the act. The only way Bee was going to pull this off if she acted like someone else. For the first time in her life Bee was going to have to act. She was going to need to get it together to. "Alright lets give it a go. Hello there boys", she spoke strangely. "Yep I am doomed", spoke the maiden as she let out a long sigh and went back to work.
As the duo walked up to the den of ill-repute the maiden wrapped her arms around her chest and put on a bored expression. She had seen a women in a inn one time who acted like this. She figured if she copied the way she acted she could blend in. The maiden looked the men up and down as they walked up to the door. They were ruffians. She had seen them time and time again. Carrying over her normal bored expression Bee turned to Don and began to speak.
"Lets hurry up and finish our business here", she spoke as she took a slight look back at the other men. "The people here look to be of any use and probably lack the skill to pull off any complicated jobs."
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Post by Donovan on Jun 24, 2015 17:56:01 GMT -6
“Why don’t you just let me handle most of the talking.” Donovan took a look around the seedy, disgusting tavern. There were crooks and goons and some collection of drug addicts, milling about the place. Donovan went up to the bartender and gestured him over. “Gimme a stout.”
He found the prime target in the back corner of the room. An older looking man with long grey hair and a evil smile, he was sitting in a booth by himself, with a couple of guys standing up against the . He tapped Bee’s arm and leaned over to whisper, “The guy in the back is probably our fence. Stick close and when you see the sword signal me, then go back to the bar and try to start some sort of big distraction.” He looked over at the girl and said, with a sarcastic grin, “Are ya ready?”
Sauntering over to the two thugs blocking the booth, the mercenary grabbed a tumbler of whiskey from the hand of someone who’d either passed out or was knocked unconscious. “I’m in the market for some certain… tools… that upstanding citizens such as our selves find hard to come by. Something of a higher quality than the nobles deem worthy for ‘our kind’. Am I right in thinking that you’re the right man?”
“Oh I’m the right man. Don’t know if you are, though.” The mercenary took his coin purse from his belt and tossed it onto the table. “Oh I think I am.” He guided the two big guys out of the way and sat down with Bee. “I need a new sword.”
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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 24, 2015 20:04:01 GMT -6
How does one put this situation into words. Well the beast way to describe it was embarrassing. Not only did Bee fail at her acting attempt, but she was also silenced because her words would give them away. She was a failure, Bee knew it. She should have done something else or came up with another plan. Still they where here and Don was carrying the group. All Bee had to do was sit at the bar look good and move when she needed to move. As Don began to do the talking two of the big guys moved over to sit beside her. Great just what Bee needed. She needed to make her act look good, but she also needed to not give herself away. Bee never drunk before, so she knew better than to suddenly try drinking. However if she did not order something she would look suspicious.
"Give me a bottle of black rum", spoke Bee as she looked up at the bar keep. Bee really had no idea what she just ordered, but she heard it was popular at this place. Though she had no idea what a mistake she had done. The barkeep looked her up and down for a moment and then walked off to get the bottle.
"Oh so you are a heavy drinker", spoke one of the big men as he turned and looked at Bee. Lust was in his eyes and Bee did not like it. Sure she had a wig and was in a very lady like dress, but she was still a young girl. Men like him needed to keep there eyes on women there own age, not ogling her. This is why Bee dressed like a boy most of the time. It brought less attention, despite the fact that be loved to be the center of attention, and was more comfortable to wear.
"When in Bern you do what the Bernities do", spoke Bee as she looked the man in the eye and turned back toward the bar keep. The line was good enough, she guessed. Though she was sure she probably raised a few eyebrows with her expression. She could not copy the women she saw for the life of her. Unfortunately for her the barkeep reutned with the bottle. He was far faster than she expected. Oh god I might have to drink that, thought Bee to herself as the man handed her the bottle. It was then that Bee saw her sword from the corner of her eye. The man had it along his belt line. That dirt bag was using her sword. The sword she put so much work into was being used by a lowlife like him.
"Excuse me", spoke Bee as she grabbed her bottle and got up from her seat. Her actions puzzled the two men as Bee walked toward Don and the fence with two glass and the bottle. At first they thought she was going to pore the duo a glass. Easy way to work business. However they were shocked by what Bee did next.
Without skipping a beat Bee walked up to the man and placed a glass infront of him and Don. She then opened the bottle. Instead of poring it into the glass Bee turned and pored the black liquid all over his head. Her action caused the two men to jump up from there seat, but they were soon stopped in there tacks by what the maiden did next. From the side of her right leg Bee pulled touched her fire tome and activated the magic. A small flame erupted into her hand as she stood over the fence covered in the black alcohol. "One wrong move and I will burn him alive", spoke Bee as she looked into the man's eyes. Everyone in the bar stopped and turned toward the maiden as she held the flame dangeriously above the flammable liquid.
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