A place where legal adults of Beacon come to relax and cool off. Teachers and Huntsman are the most common patrons here as they have the most need to cool off. So come on in, eat, drink, be merry. Just be sure to show the bouncer some ID if you look to young.
Posted: Thu Jun 23, 2016 11:15 am
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By the time Zack had arranged for his usual information broker to meet up with him, it was already starting to get dark out. Keeping quiet in the crowded streets, he would zip up his leather jacket and pull the hood over his head, effectively concealing his face in addition with his shades. Activating the hud on them as he entered the bar, he would scan the room immediately for any bugs within. Confirming that the area was clear, he would walk over to the bar and order a mug of mild ale, just to keep appearances. His back was to the vip area, which was only sectioned off with a velvet rope. Despite the chatter of the other patrons and the volume of the music within the establishment, Zack could still hear everything he wanted to clearly. After a few minutes, a younger man would walk through the door, the bouncer only giving him a brief look before nodding to him and letting him by. The man would casually walk to the bar and take a seat next to Zack, ordering a bottle of the strongest whiskey and a glass. “You seem to be doing a fine job of running this establishment...” Zack would comment as the man poured himself his first glass. “Eh, you know me, I never liked being in the public eye.” The man would down the glass and grin to Zack. “So then, what did you need to know?”
Zack would look to the man and chuckle. “Always with the lighthearted attitude with you Jace... Anyway, you should know the bigger rumors floating around, I need to know where they are, and what their opening moves are going to be.” Jace would nod and begin to pour himself another glass. “Opening gambits indeed...” He would mutter, an edge of worry creeping into his voice. “My little birds have told me about four individuals with startling levels of power entering the kingdom. They were only able to follow one without risking themselves, but their meeting place was only just that for all of a half hour at best. Once again, they've scattered. And I'm sure you've noticed the recent rise in people within the city with emblems of higher families...” Zack would take a swig of his ale and grunt once in confirmation. He would glance to his right to see three men with said emblems on their person. “The Knights are returning...” He would whisper. This was trouble, the last time they showed up, it took Zack months to track down their leader and defeat him, all the while having to deal with large amounts of damage being done across the kingdom.
Jace would drain his glass for the fourth time before looking to Zack with a serious expression on his face. “Please be careful. I don't know much else, except for the fact that a lot of lesser criminals have started appearing in the kingdom as well, most likely being called upon to aid them. No sign of anyone from the White Fang yet, but it's too soon to rule them out of this as well.” Zack would nod and finish his ale, leaving a hefty tip for the waitress with a playful wink to her. “This won't be like last time. Make sure that your people are safe, first and foremost.” Jace would smile warmly and nod. “Of course headmaster, I still remember your lessons well, and they have saved me and my little birds more times than I could ever thank you for. Please be well.” With that, Jace would get up and walk away from the bar, leaving the establishment as quietly as he entered. Zack would glance at the still mostly full bottle of whiskey and chuckle, pulling it closer to him and gesturing for a fresh glass. For now, things were quiet, and that's all he needed for the time being. He decided to wait where he was and see if anything was going to happen with the Knights that were still in the bar, having a good feeling that they weren't just there for pleasure.
The three men would lead Annabel down a series of crowded streets, cutting through the masses quickly and efficiently. She could see from the way that they were escorting her that these men were very well trained indeed. After a few minutes of walking, the sky would start to go dark, a slight rumble of thunder in the distance made Annabel smile for a moment. “Even nature knows what is to come I suppose...” She would muse to herself before being led into the higher end bar. Glancing around at the people within, she could tell that the majority of patrons were time hardened warriors. “He's waiting for you in the V.I.P. Lounge milady...” The leader of the trio would whisper to her. With a nod of approval, she would make her way over to the velvet rope, noting the one gentleman who was pouring himself a glass of a very remarkable whiskey at the bar. “He has good taste...” She would think to herself silently. “Perhaps I should make moves to add him to my collection...”
When the man at the rope removed it from her path, she would make her way to one of the comfortable sofas, gently sitting down on it as another man poured a glass of champagne for her. Taking it with a small smile, she would sip on it as a third man appeared from around the corner. He was dressed differently from the other two, in full business formal wear as opposed to practical wear. With a bow, the man would introduce himself, his Italian accent flowing effortlessly into his words. “Greetings my Lady Blackthorn, it is an honor to finally meet you. I am Alexander Cinder, leader of the Knights of Charlemagne.” He would take her outstretched hand and kiss it softly. “I understand that you wished to call upon us as your own formal army of sorts...?” Annabel would smile once more and nod, approving of the way that he was handling things thus far. “Indeed, that is one of the reasons why I have called upon you. As I have stated in my prior messages, I am planning on having our noble lineage mean something to the masses once again, but in order to have that happen, I need manpower and the equipment necessary to arm them.” Cinder would smile as he took a seat in the sofa opposite her. “Of course milady, we have already begun operations within Vale. Whatever you may require, we will be able to supply easily. And, of course, my men are all at your beck and call. I swear to you now, Lady Annabel Blackthorn, that the Knights of Charlemagne are now forever loyal to you and your cause.”
Annabel would nod in approval as she took another sip of the champagne. Things were progressing quickly and efficiently. “How many men do you have within Vale currently, and how many are in reserve?” She would ask, wanking to know better of what she had to work with. “We have 135 knights within Vale currently milady, and they are recruiting as many people as they can for manual labor. In Vacou, we still have well over 1000 knights waiting for your summons. And as you requested, I have also opened communications between the Knights and the White Fang. I will alert you to any updates regarding them.” Cinder would respond, a hint of pride creeping into his voice as he spoke about his efforts within Vale. Annabel was starting to respect Cinder more and more as this meeting progressed, he was proving to be quite the effective piece indeed. Perhaps after all of this is done, she would take him into her collection. “Very good. I will soon be going undercover for a time, so I will relay instructions for you and your men on a weekly basis. I expect great things out of you and your men sir Cinder. Please do not disappoint me.” Cinder would stand up and bow deeply to her, along with the two other men in the room with them. “Of course milady, we are your ever loyal servants.”
Macha scanned the bar, skimming past the VIP lounge since her usual contact wouldn't be found there. Instead he was sitting in a corner on his own, nursing a bottle of vodka. She grinned and made her way over to his table, sitting across from him and offering him a sharp smile.
"Hello Michelle!" she said cheerfully, using her nickname for the man. Few knew him by his real name, Michael, and most called him by his preferred name, Smoke. Macha had never called him anything other than Michelle ever since she'd learned his real name. He looked up at her and groaned softly, burying his face in his hand. "Now, now. Don't be like that. I'd think you didn't want to see me," she said, pouting and shaking her head.
"I don't want to see you. Every time you show up something blows up or someone ends up in jail," Smoke grumbled, glancing around at the other patrons of the bar nervously before taking a deep drink from his bottle. "What do you want?" he asked bluntly, not interested in listening to her chatter.
Macha pouted and set her chin on her palm, bracing her elbow on the table. "You just don't know how to enjoy things as they happen," she sighed, sulking as he stole her fun. "Well, I have a few things I'd like from you. First, I'm looking for some minions. Not idiots or wimps, but the kind who actually can follow orders and carry them out. We're looking for those with loose morals, but not those who are smart enough to think they could get a better deal elsewhere if they take what they know to the police or what have you."
Smoke nodded, scowling slightly and shaking his head. "Not that many that I know, but I'll see what I can find. What else do you need?" he asked.
"We need dust. If you can get together a crew, we'll hit some shops and some convoys, stealing anything we can grab. The crew can grab anything else they want too, we'll want it to look like a regular robbery. Any money, gems, jewelry, or other things they take they can keep. We just want the dust."
Smoke scowled, shaking his head slightly. "That's a tall order, even for you. Lots of dust stores and transports are well protected." Macha smiled, nodding slightly. "True, but I'll help where I can. It'll be fun." Smoke groaned, taking another deep drink from his bottle. "Fine. I'll have you a crew by next week. You'll have to plan and organize what they're doing."
"Thanks, Michelle," Macha said cheerfully. Smoke only grunted and downed the rest of his bottle before going to the bar to pick up another.
Zack would start to pour himself a glass of the whiskey as three men entered the bar with a very fancily dressed woman between them. Recognizing her from the reports, and from what old man Shade told him, Zack would make an effort not to freeze up, keeping loose and act natural. Noting that she walked into the V.I.P. Lounge, and that she had taken note of him as well, he would close his eyes as he nursed his drink, listening in closely to the conversation in the lounge. They were speaking softly, but Zack could still hear clearly enough to start going pale from what he heard. The Knights had not only a new leader, but a mistress that they were to obediently follow. Finishing the drink, he would cap the bottle of whiskey and pocket it, just in time to take notice of another ominous conversation happening not too far away. “Welp... looks like I have more than what I came here for...” He would think silently to himself. As he started walking to the door, his pocket vibrated. Reaching for it, he would realize that it wasn't his usual scroll, but the ancient model that Leo used for their special wavelength.
Putting the scroll to his ear, he would listen to Yoru's worried message and sigh softly. He knew that storming off like he did would gain that form of reaction, but to hear it in his friend's voice was almost painful. Pocketing the scroll, he would look over his shoulder to note that three of the hidden Knights were eyeing him suspiciously and starting to walk over to him. Not wanting to break his cover, or wreck the bar, Zack would pull off his hood and grin mischievously at the three before walking out of the bar and slowly make his way to a less populated street. Ducking into an alleyway, the trio would race after him just in time for the first one around the corner to get a solid punch to the face. With a satisfying crack of the nose, the man would be sent into the other two, causing them to stumble back cursing. “C'mon boys, if you wanna start a fight, you gotta be smarter than that!” Zack would taunt playfully as he began to bounce on the balls of his feet, shaking out his arms before slipping on his pair of combat gloves. “Now then... Who's next?” The two Knights would throw their unconscious friend to the side and draw their weapons. One using twin knives, and the other drawing a basic pistol.
The knife wielder would be first, rushing Zack in the confined area of the alley. Jumping and kicking off the wall, the man would aim for Zack's throat, while the man with the pistol would simply take aim and prepare to shoot. Zack, grinning with child-like glee, would lean back slightly to avoid the knife blade, his knee shooting up quickly as he grabbed the knife user by the back of the shirt and belt and pushed the man down, slamming his knee home into the poor fool's solar plexus, knocking all the air out of his lungs and causing him to black out. Dropping him, Zack would then begin to rush the pistol user, who began to open fire. Zack would easily move out of the way of the shots, anticipating that the idiot would be aiming for the head, like all Knights usually did if they weren't gunner class. After getting close enough, Zack would grab the man's wrist that held the pistol and twist it clockwise, twisting the arm in a way that it wasn't meant to. The man would yelp in pain and drop the pistol before Zack flipped him effortlessly and pinned him on his stomach onto the ground, his knee putting weight onto the man's arm, that was currently twisted behind his back. “You three were just a light warm up for me... Now tell me where the closest smuggling ring is to here.” Zack would state bluntly.
“What are you on about?” The Knight would squeak out. “I know who you belong to, and I know that they don't like fools who get their asses handed to them by a 'commoner'...” Leo would say in a poorly done snobbish way. “Tell me, and I'll just knock you out quickly, and no one will have to know.” The man would look up at him and laugh, partly from humor, mostly from fear. “You're an idiot, I will never talk about our actions!” Zack would sigh and grin. “Ahh, honestly, I don't need you for information. I already know that you guys are starting in the nearby harbor.” The man would grow pale. “H-How did you find out?!” Zack would laugh at the man's confused words. “From you. Just now. Thanks for the info friend!” He would say in a cheerful tone before landing a solid punch to the man's temple, knocking him out.
Zack would get up and brush himself off quickly, unzipping his leather jacket to cool himself off with the night air. He would gather up the weapons the trio had on hand and tie them up in the alley, keeping them out of sight. “Now then... time to pay the Knights a visit...” Zack would say as he stepped out of the alleyway. He would pull out the old scroll and hit the record button on the screen. “Hey, looks like I'll be back sooner than planned. Just have something to take care of first is all. I'll be back sometime tomorrow morning, with a lot of news.” With his message recorded and sent, Zack would pocket the scroll and pull out the whiskey, popping off the cap and taking a healthy swig. “Good stuff. It'll taste better after a job well done tho...” He would chuckle to himself as he pocketed the bottle once more, capping it tightly as he started to walk towards the docks.
Macha perked up as she heard the gunfire, bouncing up from her seat and out of the bar. She spotted Zack walking off to the docks and stalked after him, her hips swaying slightly as she grinned at him. "Hey there, handsome. I heard gunshots. You wouldn't be getting into trouble now, would you?" she asked, smiling at him teasingly. "I'd hate to see a cute guy like you get hurt because you're messing with the wrong kind of crowd." She laughed, catching up to him to walk by his side. Glancing around she didn't see anyone else but she supposed he might have come from a fight in the alley behind the bar. Amused, she thought she'd see what kind of man this was and what he was doing out and about in this kind of place.
After a few minutes of relaxation and discussion of minor details, Annabel would stand and begin to leave. “I'll contact you by the end of the week with your first set of instructions regarding preparations for our plans.” Cinder would nod to her. “As you wish milady. Would you care for an escort to your hotel?” Annabel would shake her head. “That will not be necessary, I thank you. I'm sure that you are well aware of my being able to care for myself.” Cinder would smile and bow to her. “Of course milady, have a good evening. We will await your command.” With that, Annabel would walk out of the lounge, mildly disappointed to see that the man she saw earlier had already left. She glanced around, only to see that the three knights that had escorted her prior had also left. Frowning slightly, he decided to leave the issue alone, trusting the Knights to handle their own affairs. She would also spot Macha as she was talking to someone in the establishment as well. Not feeling any urge to bother her either, she would make her way outside and walk down the street to her hotel.
After a few minutes of walking, she would hear gunshots in the air. “A shame... I rather had hopes for that one...” She would comment to no one as she figured that the gentleman from the bar was the target of those shots. Her curiosity, however, would get the better of her, and she would make her way to the source of the noise. By the time she made it to the alley, she could see someone at the end of the alleyway, speaking to someone else through a scroll. Before she could get close enough to see them, they had left the alleyway. Still curious, she would continue walking through the alley until she came across the three who escorted her before, bound together and unconscious. “Well then... this one has become far more interesting to me...” She would say in an amused tone. Looking up, she would spot a good vantage point, and float up to it with use of her maiden powers. Looking out over the streets, she would spot the man she saw earlier, heading towards the docks. “Now then... lets just see what you're capable of...” Annabel would say as she began to follow the man from the rooftops, floating from one roof to another with her powers as she kept out of sight. As she followed, she would spot Macha walking up to the man and calling out to him. A minor wave of irritation struck Annabel at the sight of the woman making a move on her target. Taking a deep breath, she would calm herself and continue to observe the situation.
Upon hearing a voice call out to him, Zack would glance over to see that one of the women he had spotted in the bar was now approaching him. Smirking playfully, he would turn towards her as he continued walking. “Sorry beautiful, it's a gift of mine, trouble always finds its way to me. Don't worry tho, it takes a bit to actually hurt me any.” After a few additional steps, he would stop in a large clearing surrounded by freight containers. No one was around, so if anything were to happen, no one would get in the way. “How about you babe? What's a nice looking girl like you doing in a dump like this eh? Couldn't be for the sights could it? The docks around here aren't really all that exciting I'm afraid.” He would get a good look at her from behind his shades, the U.I. identifying her almost immediately for the minor crimes she was caught for in the past. His smirk would grow into a grin as he became more amused about the situation. “Don't tell me that you're actually here for little ol' me? I don't think I'm quite buzzed enough to believe that.” Pulling out the bottle of whiskey, he would pop off the cap once more and take a quick swig.
Macha laughed as Zack called her beautiful, pleased and amused by the term. She glanced around at where the were when Zack stopped, curious what the man was interested in the containers for. His next question made her grin slyly at him as he asked what she was doing there. "I just came to talk to a friend and heard the gunfire. I was curious about what happened and saw you." She grinned up at him, giggling softly as he said he didn't think she was here for him. "I could be, if you wanted," she purred, amused. "Why would you need to be buzzed to believe I'd be interested in you, handsome? Aren't I pretty enough for you? You'll break this young maiden's heart if you say that." She leaned up against him, giving him a wink. "Besides, I don't think you're here for the sights either, handsome. Looking for a bit of company? Or just for trouble?"
Zack grins again as the woman pressed up to him, whoever she was, she was playing her cards well. He respected that, despite knowing that she would most likely be trouble. He would set the bottle down before resting a hand on her hip lightly. “Oh, there's nothing wrong with you beautiful, I'm just not used to getting attention from pretty little things such as yourself, and trust me, I would love to kill some time with you for pleasure. However, you would be correct, I'm here on a bit of personal business. A gang that caused me a great deal of trouble a few years back was spotted doing some trading here, so I aim to rough them up a bit.” He would lean in close and whisper in the woman's ear softly. “Your company would certainly be one I could enjoy, but I have a feeling that we're just meant to be trouble for one another...”
Zack would step away from her and smile warmly. “With that being said, I think it's time I go to crack some skulls. It was nice talking to you beautiful, we should do it again sometime.” Picking up the bottle of whiskey once more and pocketing it, he would jump up high and land on top of some of the freight containers, dashing off quickly towards the wharf that would most likely have the Knights working their operation. After a few minutes of searching, he would find the warehouse that they were prepping for a smuggling deal. Keeping to the shadows, Leo would sneak into the warehouse silently, keeping an eye out for any manifest paperwork that he could copy for additional information. So far, he hadn't been spotted, so he wouldn't need to fight his way out... yet...
Macha smiled, pleased as Zack played along with her teasing. He was fun and playful like she was and she was glad she'd decided to investigate the disturbance outside the bar. With a smile, she grabbed him just before he stepped away, purring into his ear. "But the trouble we could be for one another would be such fun, handsome. I know that I'd enjoy getting into trouble with you."
She sighed and pouted slightly as he jumped off and dashed across the top of the freight containers, considering if she would learn anything from following him and if it would be worth it if she were caught. He was an unknown, so she couldn't be sure who's side he was on or who he was hoping to go fight. Perhaps he would be useful to persuade to their side or perhaps those he was going to deal with would be useful later. Considering it for a few seconds she decided she might as well at least go watch him work. With a smile, she followed him at a distance, trying to keep quiet and far enough back that he wouldn't spot her. Hopefully he would be as entertaining to watch as he was to talk with.
Zack would continue to run about unnoticed as he made it to the second floor office of the warehouse. With a few moments of searching with his shade's scanner, he would find the files he was looking for in a basic scroll. Taking his out, he would copy the information over and put the two scrolls back where they were before. Just as he was about to leave however, two Knights in full armor, one scout and one foot soldier, would walk in and spot him. “Hey, what're you-!” One would yell before getting the office's scroll sent flying into his face with enough force to snap his head back, hitting the door frame and passing out. The scout would draw his short sword and jump at Zack, only to meet face first with a metal chair. The man would go flying out through the glass of the overview window, and Zack would jump out after him, catching him just before impact to prevent the man from dying. With that, every Knight in the building had immediately started racing in to surround him.
“Twenty five scouts... ten foot soldiers... four gunners...” Zack would count out loud. “Alright, all we're missing is a heavy knight, and that'll make a full crew...” Grinning with excirtement, Zack would crack his knuckles and neck loudly, shaking loose his body and staying light on his feet. “I had my warm up, now it's time for some light exercise... Come get me boys!” He would taunt as he took a casual fighting stance. Responding to his provocation, three scouts would charge at him together, short swords drawn as they ran. With a whoop of excitement, Zack would lower his stance and catch the first of the three, throwing the man over his shoulder easily and disarming him of his weapon, only to use it for knocking out the second scout with a solid hilt strike to the back of the head as he sidestepped the man's attack. The third would go for a lunging stab, which would also be sidestepped. Grabbing the man's arm, Zack would not only disarm the poor soul, but use him as a weapon to knock out the two scouts that decided to charge him next, tossing the makeshift weapon hard at them. The four gunners, who were getting into position, were now opening fire, forcing Zack to pick up two short swords and use them to deflects a few shots as he ran for cover.
“Twenty, ten, and four remaining...” He would mutter to himself before looking up and seeing a weakened support beam for the walkway under one of the gunners. Throwing the short sword at it, he would successfully sever the beam and cause the walkway to come crashing down under the gunner, knocking not only him, but three additional scouts and two foot soldiers that were unlucky enough to be in harm's way at the time. “Seventeen, seven, and three...” Zack would jump out of cover and dash up the stairs, aiming for the gunners. The closest one tried valiantly to fight Zack off with rifle techniques, but wouldn't be able to manage Zack's superior speed and strength. Knocking him out, Zack would take his gun and shoot out the walkways under the remaining two gunners, taking them out of commission as well. “It's just you and me now boys!” Zack would yell out as he jumped off the railing, landing once again in the middle of them all. “Maybe I should be a little bit more serious, eh? Actually draw my weapon?” Zack would continue to taunt them playfully. The scouts were holding back, meanwhile, the remaining foot soldiers would begin to circle him with shields up, and long swords drawn. “Now we're getting it, use that training boys, you'll need it to take me on...”
More than a little amused over the fact that the stranger seemed to turn Macha down, Annabel would continue to follow unseen, stopping only when she had a good vantage point over the warehouse that the stranger stealthily made his way into. After a few minutes of silence, she could hear the sounds of fighting. Moving in for a closer look, she would see that the stranger was easily fighting off a horde of Knights. With an amused chuckle, she would continue to watch, choosing not to intervene. “I must thank him later, now I will be able to asses the strength of my pieces...” She would note in the back of her mind as she watched the chaos that the stranger made in such a short amount of time. Noting movement at the corner of her eye, she would glance over to see that Macha had also followed the man, perhaps doing the same as herself, assessing the situation before her. She may have tried to go after the same target as Annabel, but she didn't let him out of her sight, despite being turned down. Admirable. Annabel would look back to the fight, a small smile on her lips. Perhaps her newfound allies would provide more amusement for her than she anticipated.
With the foot soldiers getting closer, Zack would crack his neck once again, humming happily to himself as he kept an eye out for the heavy knight that he knew would be hiding somewhere. One of the foot soldiers decided to make his move when he was directly behind Zack, rushing in with a thrust. Hearing the footsteps behind him, Zack would spin around the sword and into the soldier's guard, using the momentum to slam his elbow into the soldier's helm, rendering him unconscious. Taking the soldier's sword and shield, he would turn around once more to deflect three more soldiers that had rushed him. The trio would stumble out of the way as the last three came in from a different angles, this time with a downward strike, and a strike from both directions. Leaping back and using two unprepared scouts as a springboard, Zack would avoid the strikes and tackle through the tree with the shield in front of him, turning the soldiers into bowling pins. Tumbling as he landed, Zack would then throw the shield at the scouts in front of him, taking out two with a ricocheted shot.
“Thirteen of you remaining... better call upon your heavy gun if you want a shot of success...” Zack would note casually as the scouts all charged at him. With a sigh of disappointment, Zack would weave his way through the last of the scouts effortlessly, landing hard blows with the long sword in his hand to knock them all out. Tossing the weapon aside, he would look at his handiwork and smirk. “Yep, I'm nothing but trouble alright... Ah well, probably for the best that she wasn't here with me, I would have ended up showing off like a fool most likely.” He would muse to himself as he turned around, just in time to see a great sword being swung at his face. Adrenaline and instincts acting immediately, he would duck below the attack limbo style and back flip a few times to gain distance. “Well now! You bastards got stealthy on me!” He would yell out excitedly. The heavy knight would growl in anger at him and charge, the great sword's edge scraping against the concrete, producing sparks as he prepared for a powerful upper swing. Zack would grin in excitement, his hand moving for the knives he looted off of the three from the alleyway. Jumping back, he would throw them hard, sending them flying at the heavy knight, only to bounce off harmlessly. “Harder armor too?! Man, you guys really got an upgrade!” Zack landed and dashed towards the knight at a decent speed, dodging past the weapon as it was swung and jumping to land a devastating drop kick to the knight's gut, sending it flying back a few feet.
The knight would get back up and growl once more, furious with how things were going. It prepared to charge again when Zack suddenly showed up right in front of it, grabbing onto the hilt of Flamma Animam. “Sorry big guy, but I'm done playing around... Shadowheart School: First Technique...” Zack would say with hushed words, his eyes closed as he took a step forward, beginning to draw his weapon. “Phantom's Passing...” He would draw the weapon with such a speed that it would look like the weapon was just the hilt in his hand, the blade only coming into focus after the cut was done. Zack would immediately sheath his weapon and stand upright once again, looking the heavy knight in the eye as it just stood there, completely still. Patting the knight on the shoulder, Zack would begin to walk out of the warehouse, the knight falling to the ground from his touch with a loud thud.
Once clear of the docks, Zack would pull out his bottle of whiskey and take a swig, sighing contently afterwards. “Yep, definitely better after a job well done.” He would comment before making the slow walk back to town, wondering about the woman that had followed him. “Ianna huh...? A shame things ended up the way they currently are... I would have liked to pursue that possibility...” He would whisper to himself, a grin on his lips at the thought of him considering the idea of settling down with someone. “Ah well, that's not the life for me anyway.” He would laugh and take another swig, returning to comfortable silence as he walked.
Macha watched Zack fight, sitting so her legs dangled as she observed him. She frowned slightly, worried as he took out a group of mildly competent soldiers. This man was certainly not someone to mess around with. She may have been able to handle them if she could manipulate them, or at least half of them, but taking them all on at once? Probably not a good idea to approach him without backup unless she was certain of his allegiance or malleability. Softly she sighed, shaking her head at his rather flamboyant exit. It's a shame that she couldn't be certain who he was and what his goals were. She'd love to recruit him with a bit of a 'personal touch'. Shaking her head again, she got up and stretched, heading back toward the bar. Perhaps she could dig up something on who he was from her contacts.
