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 Posted: Wed Oct 10, 2012 7:20 pm
 ℭROSS ☪ ℜOKAIRO ❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊ Make your legacy a legend❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊
As the mercenary searched the sands of the streets for his lost treasure, his vision finally beginning to return to him, a soft thump could be heard from near by. Looking upwards towards the brawler with returning sight, Cross couldn't help but let loose a long sigh. As the man before him began to speak, lifting the map that he'd been searching for all this time, a sudden realization fell upon him.
"Employer?...." He asked, noting that this was certainly no common thief. "So you're one of Scarab's thugs. At least you're better than the last three." As Rokairo spoke these words, the sound of his voice seeming a bit scratchy with the excessively dry air, the red fog of the Hand of Drogum rushed forth, forming a clawed hand which wrapped about the dagger wielding arm of this bounty hunter to then pull him in close. Hopefully with the success of this attempt the Falcon would be able to take hold of the map with a tight grip before delivering a boot print to the helmet wearing brawler's chest.
❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊
◤The Falcon finds himself to be no longer the only hunter◥
❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊
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Posted: Thu Oct 11, 2012 3:15 pm
Victor Gadd
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Bounty Hunter The fog was quick, just as the three 'thugs' had described. It latched onto Victor's arm and was already pulling by the time he reacted. With his free arm, he swung forward, using the Duster to punch through and sever the form. Still flying through the air with his momentum, the bounty hunter spun, letting loose the dagger in his hand towards the assailant. With the same spinning motion, he brought his foot around to connect with a downward axe kick. Deception is key. In a fluid movement, he swept his hand down, shoving the map into his pocket. He grabbed the weighted chain that layed within the same pocket. Distract. Attack. Entrap... Perfect.((chain is is approximately 6ft in length with a one pound metal weight on either side.))
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Posted: Mon Oct 15, 2012 8:33 pm
 Sydelle West Sydelle walked through the streets of Thieves Have, commanding attention. Or perhaps it was the behemoth behind her. Nevertheless, the natives knew who controlled the beast...and who was quick to unleash him when angered. She had many names: Mistress Shadow, Duchess of Destruction, and those were the nice ones. But Sydelle, the twisted dark woman she was, enjoyed the fear. To be so young and so established was rare in the underbelly of the world and she reveled in it.
Her home and office were housed in a decrepit looking building. It was sparsely furnished, but it provided plenty of room and protection. She unhooked the full purse at her waist and put it away in the safe. She'd been a busy girl, shaking down this one or that one for money owed and a bit besides. Many of the victims would vow never to come to her again. And most would be forced to. She had her thumb on everything major happening in the area and was one of the few with connections to the outside world.
"Another fruitful day, my pet." She cooed to the troll, whom she referred to by the only sound he made: Grr. The creature shifted slightly, but made no reply. She sat down in the wooden chair in front of her desk, sighing in contentment. She was making a profit. All was right with the world.
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Posted: Wed Oct 17, 2012 8:55 pm
ℭROSS ☪ ℜOKAIRO ❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊ Make your legacy a legend❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊
Nothing appeared to have gone as planned for the mercenary in that moment. The steal like fog of his gauntlet had been severed by the mere knuckles of his opponent, and a boot sent to deliver a lasting blow had been denied by the sudden turn of the Falcon's prey. His leg stretched outwards and the map of long lost legends slipping beyond his reach, Rokairo was placed into a position of disadvantage...something which often led to failure for those within his line of work.
"Na fye Daria Nal"He uttered a single phrase in the language of his mother. As the dagger flew in close, cutting a thin line into the cloth upon the mercenary's face, the rogue leaned back his head. In the motion of the combatant's momentum, as Gadd's own leg arched downward to strike upon the Falcon, Rokairo swept his extended leg about like a pendulum, swiveling upon his planted foot. As the bounty hunter's foot would strike down, the curve of Cross's swing would bring him about to the Hunter's back.
"Let the Falcon fly"The mercenary repeated, though this time within the common tongue. As the words escaped his lips, so too the steal of his short swords escaped their sheathes, drawn in an instant in order to make a crossing slash over his foe's back.
❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊
◤The Falcon finds himself to be no longer the only hunter◥
❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊
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Posted: Thu Oct 18, 2012 5:56 pm
 Reaver's senses were overwhelmed within seconds of entering the Haven. There were too many people for him to count, there was an ungodly stench in the air, and the noise was so chaotic he thought his eardrums would burst. How is it that i used to be able to live in an area with so many people! The worst part though is the fact that most of these people would either rob you and run, or would rather kill you than deal with stealth. I had better try to be as inconspicuous as i possibly can. Yet that was a task that seemed impossible to do. It was impossible to not be watched in this town. His standing goal was to keep himself alive, keep track of his money, and find an inn. Yet he could not help but feel hopelessly lost as time went on. Not wanting to be lost, yet not wanting to put a target on his back, he kept walking. I really wish i had thought to ask about the inn long before entering the city. It was then that his thoughts were interrupted when he was bumped into by someone. He turned to try to get a look at him, but he had seemed to have melded into the crowd. Reaver reached to where he had put his money, and found nothing. Of course, now i'm broke too. He thought. If only i could find a secluded area. If i did, then i can just make more counterfeit coins. It was then he came to a rickety old building, which seemed to be empty. He only hoped he wasn't intruding in on anything important. With that, he went up and politely knocked on the door.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 3:00 pm
Victor Gadd
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Bounty Hunter Victor's options were suddenly very limited. He hadn't expected the mercenary to compensate so quickly for his failed plan. Now Victor was in mid air with an impending attack. His feet and left hand were useless. His opponent was also begining to draw a weapon. All Victor could do was make the best of it. Placing his right hand behind his back, Victor caught the brunt of the force with his palm, using the momentum to further push himself to the side. Tucking his shoulder, he rolled through the dust before coming back up to one knee. Flicking his left wrist from his pocket, he swung the weighted chain out and arround the leg his opponent was standing on and yanked back.
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Posted: Sat Oct 20, 2012 8:59 pm
Sydelle West Sydelle was quick to get back to work, scheming and plotting. She was eager to reinstate some of her father's "white-gloved" contacts. They appeared to be decent citizens, but each and every one had a hand in the black market. Unfortunately they were overly cautious misogynists and very reluctant to do business with a young female. It would make the work harder, but she would enjoy the challenge. The men of Thieves Haven were so easy to manipulate.
She was distracted from her planning by a soft knock on the door. She frowned, looking up as if she could look through the wood to the perpetrator. Her first thought was to let the unwelcome visitor stay there. But if it was a possible business associate, she could hardly ignore them. With a sigh she stood and moved to the door, opening it an inch. "Can I help you?" She asked sharply.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 7:55 pm
ℭROSS ☪ ℜOKAIRO ❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊ Make your legacy a legend❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊
Steal crossed through the air, severing the wind and separating sand from sand within it. Two slashes crossed paths, narrowly missing each other with the precise timing of an expert handler of swords, each striking the dust and sand that had been carried forth to meet them...unfortunately it was not the sand that the steal had sought.
Once more the Falcon had missed his clever target, a skilled combatant like himself who held the key to Rokairo's future. As the battle continued to carry on, it was becoming apparent that in this situation the two warriors shared many common grounds for fighting, and it became even more so apparent as a chain wrapped about the mercenary's leg. This Drouk is using my techniques! the mercenary thought to himself, recalling the rope which remained within his traveling equipment.
As the iron links wrapped about his supporting limb, Cross took a knee swiftly into the shifting sands of the street, a small cloud drifting up into his eyes as he did so. Dropping his hold upon his right hand short sword for a moment, Rokairo then swiftly drew a small dagger that he kept on hand, stabbing it through one of the chain links and straight into the earth as he dropped to a lower stance so as to prevent unwanted pull. The sands at first seemed as if they would not support this move, something which often required more sturdy ground, but fortunately the firmly packed road had greeted many visitors in the past, and thus had been solid enough to provide the requested strength.
With as much haste as he could muster in the rising winds of the storm, the Falcon attempted to unravel the chain from himself, left hand still armed with his short blade.
❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊
◤A battle that would set the stage for a journey◥
❊≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎≎❊
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 9:20 pm
Reaver was a little surprised, not only that someone lived here, but that it was a woman no less. He had thought that everything in this place was run by some big, burly man. Don't get careless, she is probably just as deadly as anyone else here. Not to mention she might ask for something, and i don't want to owe any favors. thought Reaver. Then he said "I apologize if i am interrupting anything important. I got lost looking for the inn, and usually i would ask for directions, but i was robbed and don't have enough money to stay there." He then thought that it might be rude to just ask for a place to stay. Maybe if i ask about another place i won't seem rude. He then stuttered with a bit of anxiety on his voice, "I'm pretty sure that your thinking, why should i let this guy in. He might just be trying to rob me. Just so you don't have to worry, do you know of anywhere else that might let me stay a night?" With his speech said, he then thought, I did not handle that correctly. I only she holds some compassion for a guy that's down on his luck, but judging from this crowd, id have a better chance surviving a night on the street. He then waited for a response with an uneasy smile on his face.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 10:12 pm
Sydelle West The man was obviously new to town. He had an air of cautious hopefulness that made Sydelle smirk. The fact the sight of her did nothing to change his countenance was yet another indicator. A short laugh escaped her as he mentioned the possibility of the man robbing her. "What are you, a far reach?" She asked. "No one on this plane is stupid enough to even think of stealing from me." She opened the door wider, to allow the man a glance of Grr. She watched his reaction carefully. He may not have any actual currency on him, but having a man indebted to you was always useful.
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Posted: Sun Oct 21, 2012 10:35 pm
Reaver paused for a moment, noticing the lumbering behemoth behind her. He felt not only a twinge of fear, but an odd amount of fascination. He had never seen anything of the like before. Whatever it is, it seems to not be hostile as of now. "I see why you are confident that no one would steal from you." stated Reaver. "I will admit that i am not from around here. Yet i will not lie and state that i am not a little afraid of your, what exactly is it, and who exactly are you?" Reaver asked curiously. Just remember that this is THIEVES HAVEN and that if she does anything for you, she will most likely ask for a favor. I may be new to the area and inexperienced with dealing with others as of late, yet i can only guess that a favor would be worth more than even the largest pile of bits in 3,000 miles. thought Reaver as he waited for a response.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 9:15 pm
 ☆Kå† Ä¥åmå☆ The Striped Demon Soon the demon's dusty foot crossed into familiar territory, The Thieves Haven. She strutted through on all fours, somewhat relieved to actually have escaped the whole Dread situation earlier. She scanned the area carefully, not that she really needed to, she did have a sixth sense and could tell if there was danger. Kat looked somewhat weary from coming so far from Dokoro, to the familiar place where she had grown up near. She jumped up to the rooftops of the area, listening to what people had to talk about. Kat stopped at the top of a home and eavesdropped on a bleach haired male. She looked over the edge of the home, to a amber haired female, and smirked. This male seemed too soft to be living here, even for a night. She chuckled, and couldn't help but enter this.... interesting conversation. The demon swung down in front of the red haired woman, inbetween her and the male. Kat blue eyes gave away her amusement in this conversation. "Well, Well, Well, I bet all the knoxing bounties on my head that you're new here, Gamin?" Kat said, before turning to the amber female and chuckling. The banner from Dokoro's throne room leaned down over Kat's face for a while, before she lifted out of the way.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 9:27 pm
Sydelle West So he was bold enough to admit to being new. Sydelle chuckled. "Allow me the honor of imparting wisdom." She said dryly. "While it is abundantly clear that you are new in town and there are few who can say they do not fear a trained mountain troll, it is always best to deny. Admitting to faults is a weakness you can't afford." Although it didn't look like he could afford much. "You're better off not knowing my name." She said with a smirk. "Best to keep as little taint on your poor soul as possible." The business woman was distracted from her teasing by a newcomer's approach. Unlike the man, she seemed perfectly at ease butting in to the conversation. However that did not warm her to the girl.
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Posted: Thu Oct 25, 2012 9:46 pm
☆Kå† Ä¥åmå☆ The Striped Demon Kat chuckled, listening to the red haired woman's insults toward the bleach haired male. "Well...Someone's got herself quite the attitude." Kat mewed with amusement. She starred at the woman, making complete eye contact for a few seconds before letting go of the top of the building which held her and swiftly changed positions to where she landed on her four feet. Kat could walk on two legs, but it always felt a little weird for a demon like herself. Kat yawned a bit and fluffed out her still burnt tail. "Knoxing Dread..." She began. "I'll have to pick that fur off and let it grow back.." She finished under her breath before turning her attention back toward the other woman. Kat eyes wondered as she observed this female. She didn't seem like the easy going kind, at least at first. Kat just stared at the woman, wondering what she would do.
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