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Canny Trickster
"Little" John Nailer
"I had once sworn service in honor. When honor is lost, my service is no longer deserved..."
John was still furious with Vivian for having the pendant, sure, but as his senses and memories started to piece things together and he became more open t possibilities, he was really starting to see that this may be more than just a case of something stolen from a childhood friend, but rather, possibly, meeting up with an old childhood friend. Though he couldn't believe it, if he though of Vivi and her face side by side with Vivian, that's where the similarities were greatest, she had all the right features, simply older, and those same striking silver eyes of her were as unique to her as his gold ones were to him.
A knife imbedded into the wall, just barely missing his head, landing next to vivian's ear in fact. He turned to alex, who ordered he releas vivian, but he didn't, not until he had an answer. However as he looked to the knives he held, and the knife in the wall, as memories of vivi flooded in, so did that of their other childhod friend, lex, a red headed boy who wanted nothing more than to make his father Proud. Lex had been given a special gift of custom made throwing knives, and they were as distinctive in design as the locket around Vivian's neck was. This wasn't making any sense, first vivi's locket, now lex's knives? The hell was going on here?
Vivian herself then asked how he knew the name f Vivi, and corrected John, though after spitting in his face, which he wiped off on his shoulder, stating that her name was vivian, and that Vivi was dead. That sudden realization kicked things into perspective, dropping vivian back to the floor just as she attempted her second punch, He stepped away, looking away and down at the floor as though lost in thought, completely ignoring both vivian and alex and the possible threat they may very well mean to him. In his pondering, he brought his hands together and quite suddenly pulled them apart, shattering the chain that bound his shackles together, leaving the cuffs on his wrist as he took a seat on his cot and grabbed a bottle of rum that he had pilfered from the guards and stashed under his cot and took a swig. He thought further as he downed the contents before looking up to vivian and alex. Despite having just nonchalantly breaking his shackles, something he could have done from the start, he wasn't showing any aggression.
"Originally I was a nameless war orphan in some back water village that had been the site of a battle. I had done what I could to survive, but I was caught stealing food from an Officer's tent, and I was given a choice. Serve under him as his servant, or have a hand chopped off as punishment. I decided to serve and the offer, a battalion commander gave me my name and purpose. In those first years, he brought me home with him to his house and family, though all he had was a daughter with striking silver eyes. I became very good friends with her, and the son of the man's friend, who came by often. The girl would cry whenever her father and I left for battle, but on one return home, the father brought back a locket for the girl, and the man's friend a set of knives for his son, and as for me, I had been made a proper soldier then, and the man my mentor, gave me my first weapon, a hand axe with a fur handle and carvings along the wooden shaft." he began, telling a story and drinking more of the siced rum.
"Eventually i became a Battalion commander myself, and my mentor became a Brigade commander. We served as the 7th brigade of his Majesty's, Richard the Lionhearts, Royal army of England, we would become Crusaders and according to King richard, would be doing god's work upon the land.... I can't even begin to count the number of lives we had taken, be they soldier, or woman and child alike in combat or in chains. Beforew we left for the 10 year long crusade, I had seen my friends for the last time back then. And when news of my mentor's death reached his daughter, we didn't hear from her again, and the our mutual friend, the boy with knives, was no where to be found either. I had tried to search for them, but to no avail. I continued on in the army until I couldn't take it anymore, and deserted." He went on to speak, his left hand feeling the tattoo on his right bicep, and then to the deserter's brand on his right forearm.
"I drifted for a time, this time without friends, without my mentor, who had become as much a father to me as I can remember, and without a purpose, and having lost my faith in those I served and to the divines, I was a husk. Until Robin found me, and gave me purpose again. A gang of bandits who steal from the rich and give to the poor... And yet, when I am caught by the very one's who seek to put that gang f bandits behind bars, I am met by the little girl with striking silver eyes, who wears a locket her father got for her that used to cry whenever we left for battle, and the red headed boy who wanted to make his father proud and practiced endlessly with the knives his father gave him, all here in the same Jail cell, and all of us drinking." He mused, taking another swing from the bottle, reffering to vivian's drinking and the sip alex had taken from Vivian's bottle.
While waiting for the two to properly comprehend his story, he reached under the cot and grabbed the second bottle, extending it out for who ever wants it. "Spiced Red Rum, it hits harder than that does." He explained simply, thinking they might just need something stronger, he knew he did as he chugged down more of his own bottle.
"I had once sworn service in honor. When honor is lost, my service is no longer deserved..."
John was still furious with Vivian for having the pendant, sure, but as his senses and memories started to piece things together and he became more open t possibilities, he was really starting to see that this may be more than just a case of something stolen from a childhood friend, but rather, possibly, meeting up with an old childhood friend. Though he couldn't believe it, if he though of Vivi and her face side by side with Vivian, that's where the similarities were greatest, she had all the right features, simply older, and those same striking silver eyes of her were as unique to her as his gold ones were to him.
A knife imbedded into the wall, just barely missing his head, landing next to vivian's ear in fact. He turned to alex, who ordered he releas vivian, but he didn't, not until he had an answer. However as he looked to the knives he held, and the knife in the wall, as memories of vivi flooded in, so did that of their other childhod friend, lex, a red headed boy who wanted nothing more than to make his father Proud. Lex had been given a special gift of custom made throwing knives, and they were as distinctive in design as the locket around Vivian's neck was. This wasn't making any sense, first vivi's locket, now lex's knives? The hell was going on here?
Vivian herself then asked how he knew the name f Vivi, and corrected John, though after spitting in his face, which he wiped off on his shoulder, stating that her name was vivian, and that Vivi was dead. That sudden realization kicked things into perspective, dropping vivian back to the floor just as she attempted her second punch, He stepped away, looking away and down at the floor as though lost in thought, completely ignoring both vivian and alex and the possible threat they may very well mean to him. In his pondering, he brought his hands together and quite suddenly pulled them apart, shattering the chain that bound his shackles together, leaving the cuffs on his wrist as he took a seat on his cot and grabbed a bottle of rum that he had pilfered from the guards and stashed under his cot and took a swig. He thought further as he downed the contents before looking up to vivian and alex. Despite having just nonchalantly breaking his shackles, something he could have done from the start, he wasn't showing any aggression.
"Originally I was a nameless war orphan in some back water village that had been the site of a battle. I had done what I could to survive, but I was caught stealing food from an Officer's tent, and I was given a choice. Serve under him as his servant, or have a hand chopped off as punishment. I decided to serve and the offer, a battalion commander gave me my name and purpose. In those first years, he brought me home with him to his house and family, though all he had was a daughter with striking silver eyes. I became very good friends with her, and the son of the man's friend, who came by often. The girl would cry whenever her father and I left for battle, but on one return home, the father brought back a locket for the girl, and the man's friend a set of knives for his son, and as for me, I had been made a proper soldier then, and the man my mentor, gave me my first weapon, a hand axe with a fur handle and carvings along the wooden shaft." he began, telling a story and drinking more of the siced rum.
"Eventually i became a Battalion commander myself, and my mentor became a Brigade commander. We served as the 7th brigade of his Majesty's, Richard the Lionhearts, Royal army of England, we would become Crusaders and according to King richard, would be doing god's work upon the land.... I can't even begin to count the number of lives we had taken, be they soldier, or woman and child alike in combat or in chains. Beforew we left for the 10 year long crusade, I had seen my friends for the last time back then. And when news of my mentor's death reached his daughter, we didn't hear from her again, and the our mutual friend, the boy with knives, was no where to be found either. I had tried to search for them, but to no avail. I continued on in the army until I couldn't take it anymore, and deserted." He went on to speak, his left hand feeling the tattoo on his right bicep, and then to the deserter's brand on his right forearm.
"I drifted for a time, this time without friends, without my mentor, who had become as much a father to me as I can remember, and without a purpose, and having lost my faith in those I served and to the divines, I was a husk. Until Robin found me, and gave me purpose again. A gang of bandits who steal from the rich and give to the poor... And yet, when I am caught by the very one's who seek to put that gang f bandits behind bars, I am met by the little girl with striking silver eyes, who wears a locket her father got for her that used to cry whenever we left for battle, and the red headed boy who wanted to make his father proud and practiced endlessly with the knives his father gave him, all here in the same Jail cell, and all of us drinking." He mused, taking another swing from the bottle, reffering to vivian's drinking and the sip alex had taken from Vivian's bottle.
While waiting for the two to properly comprehend his story, he reached under the cot and grabbed the second bottle, extending it out for who ever wants it. "Spiced Red Rum, it hits harder than that does." He explained simply, thinking they might just need something stronger, he knew he did as he chugged down more of his own bottle.
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FiruAngelus
