-l Barton Town l-

[Dragonarmy]

::The Romani Crime Family Job::

Since the bartender hadn't paid her any attention, she had returned in a decision to NOT leave empty handed. She had reached over the bar top and to the back, quickly snagging at least two bottles of some type of wine, before hurrying herself out of the bar once more. Inspecting them, they looked pretty nice, maybe this would help her in the job she was about to attempt.

Ayame was new to the town sure, but she had heard enough about the famous Gaian crime family... the Romani's. They sounded like a big group of Italians who probably did a bunch of mob type crimes... Ayame wondered if she could offer the wine as a sort of gift. Maybe it would convince them to give her a job to do something. Even if it wasn't something great... or even if it was something criminal. One more bad deed wouldn't be so bad if she got the money she deserved out of it. She needed gold in order to buy a nice place to rest and some decent food to eat... heck, if she earned enough she'd even come back to the bar to repay the bartender, but also scold him for leaving valuable beverages unattended.

She may not have been skilled with the sword that she carried around, but her sneaking and thievery skills were quite well(surprisingly well for someone who actually hated stealing and the like). She couldn't recall where she could find them, but asking around for a crime gang wasn't a smart idea. She chose to wander the streets until she knew where she may be able to look.

[Kirinta]

Barton-Streets

Ayame probably wouldn't notice but Kirinta had been fallowing her since she had left the bar.
It wasn't hard to with his skills as a shadow walker darkness had been his friend since he was a pup. His oversized sword was held on his back showed he could handle himself and his dark cloths made his pursuit even easier.

[Dragonarmy]

Kirinta

::The Romani Crime Family Job::

Not that she could turn around and instantly spot him, but she could at least get the sense that she was being followed... and it was a bit nerve-wrecking. Followed, watched, there was a pair of eyeballs glued to her every move... and it was rather uncomfortable. Maybe she was just paranoid? Probably, but she had every right to be. The blade she carried in her hands was a curse... everyone wanted it, and yet she still had no idea why... so every now and then she did bump into new people and new faces who were out to get her.

Then again~ this was also a very crowded and very popular city. Of course everyone's eyes were on everyone... with how many people there were. So she probably was just being paranoid.

Finally having the courage to ask where the Romani's lived, a street walker was kind enough to point in another direction, which Ayame headed towards easily. But once there, she then had to ask again which house in the Barton Estates belonged to them. When she was given a warning not to actually approach the home, she knew she was headed in the right direction. She just gave a wave of thanks as she walked onward towards the house, though she took her sweet time to enjoy all the large and fancy homes she passed. This was the big life, huh? She wished she could say she knew it well.

[The Legendary Hitman]

arrow Subway Car - Barton Town

As the man took off his glasses and spoke to the younger man he barely was able to lift his head up with blood drooling heavily from his nose before his head dropping back to the floor and falling unconscious not even getting to hear what the man was saying to him. The younger Anarchist's were coming in full force apparently having about ten or more members prowling the Subway car coming from the front while all the action seemed to be going on in the very last car. A few of the Outcast's fell during the fight weakening their members which caused their leader named Jack to simply take a long drag of his cigarette watching silently still and then turned to look at the older man with yellow pupils before he slowly stood up cracking his knotted vertebrae aswell as his neck preparing to get into the fray of the scuffle that was taking place in the tight close quarters battle just a few feet away.

Head's were slammed into metal poles and windows were smashed as the two sides grappled and pummeled each other throwing bodies around but for the moment they seemed to be equal in tenacity and strength though the Outcast's could feel less pain from being alcoholics and heavy drinkers. Jack finally stepped up to the plate wearing his dirty outfit that looked like he was a former agent of some organization having knee pad's and a tactical vest aswell as alot of straps and pouch's giving him a more defined and intricate look compared to the rest of his group who resembled street brawlers. He was still unshaven and had crow's feet under his eyes from lack of sleep and his body ached from a poor diet and mostly drinking, but he had a little bit extra up his sleeve's for his foolish opponents who thought to welcome him and his crew with a bit of violence and a beat down.

Through his long brown bangs covering his jade green eyes Jack glared as he moved with determination towards his opponents as one of his members flung an Anarchist with the symbol printed on his black jacket towards him and he quickly outstretched his right arm and close-lined the man to the floor pushing his arm forward when he did making him hit the floor of the Subway car harder then usual. Jack then stepped past him and kicked the side of his head with his steel toed boot knocking him out effortlessly before moving on to the next one infront of him executing a quick left jab to the man's exposed cheek while he was in the process of attempting to swing a punch at Jack. He smirked still having the cigarette dangling from his lip undeterred by the smoke in his eyes or letting it distract him and he clenched his gloved right fist and launched it with lightning speed into the same man's sternum lifting him off the ground and projecting him back against two of his colleagues showing off a bit.

It was clear the leader of the Outcast's was a bit more than he appeared executing superb speed and enhanced strength in a quick two hit combo pushing the Anarchist's back a few feet holding their fists up and getting in a ready stance a bit intimidated by him and his eagerness to engage them. Jack was slightly enjoying the bit of action and took no stance for himself simply standing there and puffing away on his cig as his loyal crew stood behind him ready to follow him into almost any battle while some of the Anarchist's pulled out switchblades and large knives raising the stakes slightly.

Tres Ecstuffuan

[Orochi Sey]

Having treated herself to an afternoon lunch, Sey made her way back to the inn that she had checked in. With her book in her possession now, she was going to spend the next few hours locked up behind closed doors studying as much as she needed to. She reached the inn.

exclaim Bone Orchard Inn

The white mage entered into the building, finding it was a lot more occupied than before. Her eyes looked about quickly, making sure no one familiar was among them. She blew a sigh of relief.

[Orcus of Black Flames]

Spooky Mittens

With the sanding done he looks over to the vertical miller in the corner of the room and nods his head. He really doesn't use the machine as much as he should opting to take the more difficult route when it comes to carving out holes. Taking the cross guard over to it and starts to set up the machine by making sure the drill isn't worn out and the damn thing still works. It takes him a few minutes to inspect it but as he does he glances over at Gustav as he calls out to him. "If you go down the cellar door follow the steps down to the third floor. I keep the more organic materials in there so I should have what you need. Hickory I may have about forty pounds of so if we need anything else let me know and I can send an order to my supplier at the docks." Savic turns back to the machine as he goes over his last few inspections of it.

Just beneath the cellar door Gustav would see a set of stairs that zig zag down. Every twenty feet they would meet a small opening with a door. The first two would be locked but the bottom would be open for him to enter. Each door is a solid piece of steel with a simple pull handle on them. Inside the third door Gustav would find himself in a dimly lit, cool store room. Large boxes litter the room each one being labeled with the materials they contain. As well each box has a small orange crystal on the sides of them. The crystals glow dimly giving an eerie feel to the room with all the orange glowing lights. The crystals are Blastia that emit a small stasis field inside the boxes so that the materials remain in good, preserved condition. So upon opening a box and peering within whether it be for leather or hickory they would look extremely fresh.

But meanwhile at the vertical miller Savic finally feels satisfied that the machine is in working order and turns it on getting to work on the cross guard. Holding it firmly he begins to carefully bore a hole out where the tang will fit within the guard. Every now and then he pauses to blow away the metal flakes and make sure it's straight. Eventually he bores through the entirety of it and brings it back over to a work table. Taking a dremmel he would clean out the hole and make it smooth then take a buffer to really make the metal shine. This would be quite a process but they are slowly getting there. Soon they will be able to piece the blade together and then he can get to work on duplicating it. But he'll need a lot of raw material so he'll probably have to make a few orders regardless.

[Tres Ecstuffuan]

The Subway Car - Barton Town

"Disappointing...", Sieg said regrettably as the young man fell unconscious, blood dribbling from his pursed swollen lips

______Looking like a father whom had watched his son fall, the old man reached out and touched the Anarchist on the temple, gently as if wiping the sweat and blood from his earring pierced brow. The wrinkled bear like hands with its brown flesh the complexion of tree bark did not look like a thing meant for gentle touch. Yet all the same a gentle breeze of mercy poured out from the old mans very being and the Anarchist would fall into a gentle repose. Fully healed the boy would rest in a deep slumber, his Anarchist war now over. Sieg sat up and looked as men's bodies were being used to deface public property, he shook his head with a gentle smile.

"And such...wild...technique... So young and brash...", he said as he began to stand, slowly and deliberately. His desert yellow eyes met the militarily dressed leaders, unswayed by all the chaos that existed between them.

______Sieg was a holy man yet he seemed all too comfortable among the grizzly violence. It was all the old warrior had ever known. It was his joy. It was his drug. It had been his sin, until he turned his desires to the Lords service. Yet it had been how he learned the virtues of mercy and forgiveness. He did not need the crutch of anger or fury or fear any more. He was no longer a man, but he was of God. Sieg looked the part. It was difficult to notice how broad he was when he was seated meekly in his Argyle sweater. The pattern stretched about a long, lean but powerful physique that bulged from its modest confines. Jack began fighting, showing prodigious power and prowess. Sieg found immediate respect for Jack's technique as he watched him wade through the War of Outcast and Anarchist . A wide eyed look of appreciation came upon the wrinkled visage of the old man when Jack performed the beautiful assisted Clothesline. Such teamwork was to be valued and was a positive sign, yet he wondered for what team had Jack been a part of, such that he would be wearing that particular kind of gear.

______Starting from the back, Sieg began to walk seat to seat, tending to injured Anarchist and Outcast alike. With his cane in his right, he would reach out and gently wipe a bit of the blood off each fallen man. Whatever he was doing wasn't reviving them from their unconscious states, but instead stabilized them, so that their injuries did not become worse and they were in a deep sleep. How Sieg was doing this was unknown, save for that when he touched people, their injuries lessened and conditions stabilized within a deep sleep. He would continue to do this unless he was attacked, yet it was likely that the Anarchist and Outcast turned their attentions away from each other to regard the old capped man, who sat at the end of the Train.

______It was only until the Anarchist pulled out switchblades and Large Knives that the old man actually got involved...

"No!", came a single word that echoed like rolling thunder through the heavens.

______That single word had been an all encompassing Thunder Clap that demanded attention. By the time the Anarchist turned to face the old man at their rear, the monk had already started into motion.

______The first stroke had been simple enough, but brutal and effective. Sieg held the cane in his right hand on the end opposite the crook. The Anarchist standing at the rear turned to find the crooked weighty end of the cane smashing down into his forehead with a downward stroke. The blow would resonate with the sound of silvered steel against skull. If Jack was sensitive to supernatural energies, he would note that same sensation came from the cane as did the hand that wield it. The strike was brutal and dropped the Anarchist instantaneously.

______Sieg stood back having given up the element of surprise. The Anarchist rushed him, stepping over the fallen body that lay down the center aisle. The retreating step placed the brawny dark skinned priest in a relaxed but effective fighting stance. With his footing square with his left foot leading, his knees were slightly bent sinking his trunk, looking ready for explosive motion. His shoulders relaxed bounced gently with his body along with his heels, the crook end of the cane fell into his left hand grip, the silvered weapon gleaming in the artificial light of the moving car. His eyes gazed forward at the first Anarchist, rushing towards him with a lunging stab with his switchblade.

______With a smooth shuffle step he stepped back, parrying the reaching strike with his cane to his right. He turned the crook in his hand while bringing it forward, hooking it around the young mans neck and pulling him in by his head. Sieg came forward, with his right hand lifting from the cane and coming down with an elbow against the back of the head with a monstrous blow that utilized the priest arms, legs and abdominal core, dropping his center of gravity into the blow. The Anarchist was out immediately, but still not seriously injured due to the healing effects of his touch...

_____....But he wasn't done, apparently. In the next motion, just as the next Anarchist was already coming at him from his 2 o clock down the aisle. His right hand moved down to the back of the Dropping Anarchist waist and grabbing onto whatever piece of clothing his massive paw like right hand could get a hold of. After claiming the hold, Sieg did what should have been impossible by any estimation of human strength. The feat of superhuman physical strength could best be described as a single handed Gut-Wrench Suplex, done by using one hand to grab on the waist band of the enemies clothes. With a single, jerking snap that utilized fullbody explosive strength akin to a Power-Clean Barbell Jerk, Sieg would throw the Anarchist straight behind him, now out of his way of his incoming opponent.

_____His left hand, still holding the cane with a high grip near the crook end, Sieg brought his cane up, parrying the knife aimed at his throat up to his left above his left shoulder. His right hand came down in the next instance to claim the wrist of the Anarchist. Jack, being an experienced fighter would have caught the nuance of the grip, that reached over the hand and under the palm with the fingers. With a single spiral rotation of the right hand, Sieg placed the Anarchist in a debilitating wrist lock, causing the boy to fall to his knees dropping the knife. Another Anarchist was already coming in with a arching slash for his neck.

______While holding the wrist lock, Sieg would lean back while performing a Thai front kick aimed to plant the balls of his feet straight into the young man's groin. It wasn't hard enough to do any lasting damage, but hard enough to shut him down for a considerable amount of time.

______By that point the remaining Anarchist paused and hesitated. Sieg stood up, still holding in the wrist lock on the still kneeling Anarchist and he winced trying to relieve some of the pressure from his sensitive metacarpals.

"Look at all this mess. Who do you boys think cleans up these trains after you boys are done playing? The Hard working people of Barton thats who, and tax paying, God fearing, Citizens like myself. I insist that you must join the Churches Public Service initiative and help fix the trains you broke. Then I might let you come to my dojo, a place where you boys can learn how to fight without these toys.", Sieg said, kicking one of the dropped knives dismissively. He then looked directly at Jack.

"You look after your men. I respect that...What is it that you sought to gain here?"

The Legendary Hitman

[Lian Feaorne]

arrow The Bone Orchard

With her children fed, Lian started the process of cleaning up and getting them all ready to head back to Fal'lain. As much as she wanted to stay a little longer, by the time they got back to the Elven nation it would be evening and the roads were dangerous at night. The canopy of the forest of her homeland was so thick that you followed moonbeams for hours just trying to find the road again if you wandered off. Unless you were an Elf from the area of course or even, the Avions that started to increase in number yearly from Pastan. Lian adjusted the twins in the pram, covering them up with a blanket and easing Wren up from her nap in her arms so she could grab a long strip of thick cloth. She wrapped it around her own body and Wren slipped under the slightly stretchy material while Lian readjusted it around Wren's bum so it made an easy sling that Wren could ride on her back and fall asleep without falling off.

It was something Lian had mastered with having so many kids herself. Someone was going to get tired and not want to keep walking. She only had her three smallest now, knowing that they would grow and mature...but she loved having them as babies. Their pudgy little feet and hands, the way they toothlessly smiled and cooed. Their first words. LIan had to stop herself from feeling so nostalgic and hit the road. She raised her hand, waving Rei good-bye. "I'll be on my way now. Thank you so much for lunch and the gift."She smiled, slipping the bag over the handle of the pram and starting to make her way out of the bar, passing by a new stranger.

Maybe it was a good time to go home now that people were coming in. Lian would start making her way into town and toward the North exit to head back to Fal'lain.

arrow Barton Streets

[Orochi Sey]

Mr Maybe McGrath

Oh, she was standing in the way. She moved to the side as someone brushed by. That was rather rude of him. He could have at least said "excuse me". She frowned a little. She should just let it go and head off to her room. But her preachy instinct was making her do otherwise, as well as other tendencies inside her. She walked over to the man, her staff still gripped in her right hand.

"I'm sorry, sir. But you could have at least had the gratitude to say 'excuse me.' "

[Orochi Sey]

Mr Maybe McGrath

Sey already picked up what kind of guy he was. Then again, maybe he was just having a bad day. Falis taught you to always look from another person's perspective; to see the world through their eyes. That is what she would do to deal with this matter.

"But we are having it, nonetheless. Strangers are only strangers until you get to know them. And I can feel something decent in you. So instead of letting anything bad get between us, I will like to say I am sorry for standing there in your way. My name is Seyumi."

She gave a slight bow.