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 Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 3:10 pm
In a small corner of the main room, a small booth was set up. Heading up the booth was a girl you would expect to be a GRAPPLE girl. The main reason she wasn’t was because of her white liberty spikes, and cybernetic hands.
Clad in a blue-black jumpsuit, she waited for buyers to ask what she was selling.
She would point to the small tent behind her that seemed to be owned by some weird witch doctor.
“Go talk to him, then come back and tell me what you saw. I’ll give you what you need afterwords.”
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Posted: Thu Jun 03, 2010 7:37 pm
Into the entrance quickly steps a person familiar to some of the current patrons of the Black Sand Bar, but probably not to the people here. The person looks just like a male dark elf, with fairly short, incredibly messy, brown hair, a plain black t-shirt, a plain black pair of jeans, and a blue backpack with a spade and pickax lashed to the back, both tools encrusted with fresh jungle soil. The man smelled of soil, sweat, and mortar, and he quickly walks to just one booth: the audacious one on a few inches of black sand, run by the Vernals, right where iZac told him it would be.
((well, since nobody else has posted yet and double-posting is considered bad form...))
Ignoring the action around him, including a fight, or r5ather the end of one, at the Grapple booth, the "dark elf" as he's known, or conversely, "that dark elf guy", soon reaches the Vernal booth, or booths rather, he asks Cal: "Is Rhoslyn Vernal here by any chance?"
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 12:08 pm
It a shame for Athena she didn't consider what would happen when she went sailing over his shoulder and didn't let go, James had perfect control over his body. When she landed shoulder or arm first and tried to then transition back to his back, she found herself with a small annoying young man clinging to her in what was effectively two people hugging each other side ways.
See, she wouldn't be able to hold anything once she landed irrelevant of how experience or grapple awesome she was, the mechanics of it didn't work. So they ended up in a natural hugging position which James immediately disengaged and stepped back to his feet and three feet backward.
In Judo he would have won already, a full Ippon throw meant victory even the opponent didn't land on there own head. But this wasn't Judo, this was no gi submission grappling. Rolling his shoulder he waited for her to stand; he was very tired of dealing with an opponent which only escaped getting head first slammed by a little bit of luck and 'shoulder' first none sense.
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Posted: Fri Jun 04, 2010 6:45 pm
Figuring that Cal and Aña are too busy with their work, the "dark elf" decides to leave and look for Rhoslyn elsewhere; he remembers some kind of party or something close by. Rhoslyn may be there, seeing how he likes alcohol and crap.
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 4:43 pm
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Posted: Sat Jun 12, 2010 5:59 pm
Tous Shinjiko arrived to the expo, business was permitting a bit of extra curricular activity, so he figured he might as well show up to GTB. He, with the five others that accompanied him that were dressed in black suits just like him, made the move from the entrance to the near middle of the expo itself.
He stopped in front of an area that was about twenty feet in length and twelve feet in width. The area was carpeted in black, as well as the seven displays being draped in a black silken fabric. On the fabric and the front of each display was the emblem for Shinjiko Enterprises.
One by one each display was uncovered, showcasing weapons of all kinds. Each weapon type had its own display, with varying different designs. In the middle though, stood a display that said 'Ferrium C69 - The best there is'. Inside were a small multitude of weapons, ranging from swords to guns. What tied all these weapons together was the color of the metal and its odd design. It looked almost like a metalic wood, with rings and arcs seemingly burnt right into the metal.
Ferrium C69 was the future of weapon tech. The strongest metal, the most durable and it had a extremely high tolerance for heat. It was a scientific anomaly, and it was created in a lab. It took after Damascus steel, only better.
Tous stood there for a moment, hands in his pockets as the five men he was with began to take note of everything that was there. Turning to face out towards the expo, he'd adjust his sunglasses.
As he did this, a womans voice came onto the hidden speakers within this 'booth'.
"Shinjiko Enterprises, offering everything ones mind can think of. We are proud to present the future of weaponry manufacturing, Ferrium C Sixty-Nine. Developed from Damascus Steel, taking only the best from the metal, it is referred to as the Dragon Slayer.
"For a limited time only, customers will receive a special S-E discount of 50% on all Ferrium C Sixty-Nine products. With the purchase of any weapon, customers will receive a voucher that could win you One Hundred Thousand Gold."
The voice cut off...
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 11:26 am
"Let me see that," demanded the Devil at one of the many booths stationed in the expo. "I'm sorry," the clerk replied, "but aren't you Roen Jaeger?" Furrowing his eyebrows and keeping his anger in check, the Darkened One would solemnly nod his head, his hand reaching for the object of his desire to only be shunned by the booth's proprietor. "We don't sell to monsters," the clerk would snarl before his beady eyes went in search for security. Spluttering his outrage, Roen reached forward and attempted to throttle the man before he was coolly restrained by the burly Gideon, the 6'2" man of curly black hair with gray at his temples. Grabbing Roen by the base of his tail as well as one of his shoulders with his massive hands, Gideon would pull his employer away and shove him from the booth.
"Aw, hell," Gideon growled in his whiskey voice; that deep growl that never rose more than it needed to, "I hate baby sitting." Eyes flashing dangerously, Roen cocked his head to look at the soldier in black enameled plate armor, fists clenching in restrained fury. Narrowing his icy-blue eyes, Gideon frowned, and resigned himself to making up for his transgression. "The civilians, Sir." Raising his arms and crossing them on his chest, Gideon continued. "Always protecting them from my illustrious leader." Gideon had his '********' voice on; but as long as he respected Roen enough and did his job, there really wasn't anything the Devil could do.
Grunting and turning away from Gideon, Roen moved on with the burly man following suite, jamming his hands inside the pockets of his designer jeans as he carried on with the tedium of scoping out the Expo with the firmest intent of buying some souvenirs, hoping to surprise the DeSeer Matriarch with presents. The Expo was so crowded and with so many distractions, the Devil would have passed Ever right then and there were it not for the men who gathered around her, drawing Roen's attention. A shameful as it was to say, however, the Devil was much too short to look over the heads of the men who congregated around the sailor, making him grumble unintelligibly under his breath.
"Do you want me to put you on my shoulders?" Gideon asked with dry mirth, earning the Devil's ire as Roen stepped back and crossed his arms, his lips pursed. There he would wait as patiently as he could until the crowd had their full of eye-candy and drink, moving on after several minutes. Now, looking between their moving bodies, he would see the tousled hair of Ever and brief glimpses of her face, yet he refused to believe it was the mariner. That outfit? He couldn't imagine her wearing such a thing. Sure enough, as the bulk of the crowd left sight, there she was - in a skimpy pirate outfit. Uncrossing his arms from his chest and letting them dangle haphazardly at his sides, Roen raised both his eyebrows and laughed. What else could he do? The entire concept was just too amusing.
"Ever? Ever, is that you? What are you doing in that get-up?" He tone could have been mistaken as incredulous were it not for the volumes of amusement in it. Stepping forth and signaling Gideon to stay behind, Roen approached the booth and eyed the 'pirate' up and down unabashed, his lips turning up into a rougeish smile.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 12:14 pm
Roen Jaeger "Ever? Ever, is that you? What are you doing in that get-up?"
The flamboyantly clad brunette froze at this, cringing. Should've known you wouldn't be able to get off so easily. Someone was bound to recognize you. She dreaded to turn and face whomever that someone was, though, especially considering the rich baritone struck an achingly familiar chord.
Reluctantly she turned and her eyes, crinkled around the edges with embarrassment, met a pair of unmistakable sanguine hues. "Roen," A sheepish half-laugh broke from her lips. "Aha.. what are you, uh, doing here? I thought you'd be fighting.."
A string of expletives exploded in Ever's mind, the likes of which could have made even her old shipmates blush. However, distempered as she felt about the unfortunate turn of events, there was no avoiding it now. Eventually those curses faded into resignation; after all, the outfit was no worse than some she had donned before in exchange for hefty compensation, but normally her acquaintances and the audience she catered to never crossed. Anonymity was a luxury she found herself dearly missing now.
Summing up as much dignity as the could salvage, the mariner forced the corner of her mouth to lift into a lopsided smile and offered a helpless shrug. Her free hand lifted, brushing that thick hair in a nervous fidget to one shoulder and exposing her plunge, nearly off-the-shoulder collar. "Uh, working." Ever finally answered, setting the now empty drink tray aside and crossing those slender arms beneath her chest. "My boss thought the Expo would be a good chance to spread the word about the Cloak."
Ever chewed regrettably on the inside of her cheek for a moment, then laughed. The sound seemed vaguely bittersweet, but more than anything it held an admirable resilience of spirit to it. The brunette had learned long ago that humility could be a hindrance as much as it could a virtue; to get ahead in this world sometimes you had to become detached from the things you did, take yourself a little less seriously and profit from whatever assets you possess. "What can I say? There's not much work for smugglers in a world where nothing is taboo."
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 12:28 pm
Beep. Beep. Beep.
The phone located within the pocket of Tous Shinjiko erupted with a message. Flipping it open, his eyes gleamed with a bit of excitement as he let a smirk flow over his lips.
"Showtime." He said in a hushed tone, though his words got the attention of the five he came to the expo with. "Get my medic on site." Tous instructed as he walked from his booth with the other five nameless npc's in tow.
He'd leave the expo entirely, heading off to where he was just summoned.
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 12:30 pm
Huh. HUH.HUH.HUH. REWIIIIIIIIND!
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 1:07 pm
"Perhaps," the Devil would say before chewing the inside of his mouth, his lips pursing in thought while his eyes continually drifted down to the mariner's shapely legs. Tanned, supple, enticing - they were a distraction. Clearing his throat and shaking his head, Roen reached one hand up and rubbed his temples before stepping forward and reaching for the blazer hung over his shoulders.
"Well, as appetizing as you look, come here," stepping forth and pulling the blazer off of his torso, Roen flapped it out and threw it around Ever's shoulders, righting the garment on her and straightening it. It had the very faint aroma of cologne and retained a great deal of it's owner's warmth. It wasn't out of any particular propriety that gave her the jacket, he just didn't want to be constantly looking at her the way a wolf regards his meal. He knew himself well enough that he'd have no second thoughts of finding a more private setting for he and Ever considering the way she was dressed.
Giving her a once over, the Devil decided that his jacket was suitable in the way it covered Ever up and hung below the cleft of her rear, hiding the finer attributes of her body from the public eye. "There," he'd say with a note of finality, "now you don't look like your typical tavern wench." Chuckling and placing his hands on Ever's shoulders, Roen would rub his strong thumbs into them before releasing, drawing his hands to himself and letting one plant itself on his hip.
"Oh, and I was going to fight," he'd say, his hand lifting and brandishing in negligence, "but my opponent got scared. Something about being set on fire unsettles most people." Blase about the whole thing, it didn't take long at all for the Devil to switch tangents and move onto another topic. "Do you think you can take take off for a bit from your booth? Everyone's been giving the stink-eye since I showed up."
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 2:41 pm
Ever quirked a brow as the garment was swept from Roen's broad shoulders and plopped firmly onto her own, noting how his hands lingered for a moment with a gentle rub against her upper arms. The whole concept of wearing his jacket savored all too keenly of an old chick-flick from their world; and the resemblances didn't sit too well with the sunkissed seafarer. After all, that would make her analogous to the leading female character, the modern day prostitute-with-a-heart-of-gold. Not the most desirable comparison, really.
"Heh," She murmured as an enigmatic aside, shaking her head as she slipped her arms into the sleeves. Ever banished the thought, choosing instead not to make a scene about the Devil's show of chivalry, though there was no mistaking that familiar gleam in his eyes. Had to at least give Roen some credit; he was certainly striving to keep his lust under control from the traces of struggle she glimpsed in his expression. Ever knew nothing of the Devil's reputation, but he certainly wasn't behaving like a shameless, rampant skirt-chaser.
Her hands dropped to her torso, gingerly pulling the jacket closed around her waist. The mariner didn't bother to button it, so it would probably fall open again eventually, but it was still cover at least. Instead she folded her arms beneath her bust again and relied on the pressure alone to keep her modest. Roen wasn't much taller than her, so the sleeves didn't completely engulf her hands, but they did fall just far enough past her wrist to give her a mildly youthful appearance. A sliver of thigh still showed beneath the hem of the blazer, but her over-the-knee boots helped to keep the exposed flesh minimal.
Ever blanched noticeably at his 'tavern wench' remark and attempted to save face with a wounded, joking smile. Meanwhile, she made a mental note to replace Dodger's favorite bottle of whiskey with dishwater swill. That would be a suitable revenge. Being likened to Molly and her kind was just too much. "Oh come on, it's not that bad, is it?"
It had the potential to be a decent encounter. Her current plight at least distracted her from the poor terms she and the Devil consistently seem to part on; and then Roen's next words reminded the sailor of just that. Arson on living targets and the whole mess they'd encountered at the ball certainly did nothing to appease Ever's concerns that every meeting with the Devil was going to end up that way. Suddenly those earthen eyes showed a flicker of hesitation, and her fingers curled slightly into the fabric of his jacket.
"I, uh.."
"Go on, lassie!" The Scottish giant bellowed from behind her. "Ay'll take care o' t'e stall whi'e yehr ou' enjoyin' yersel'."
"..Thanks, Mac."
Somehow, Ever managed to keep her reluctance entirely shielded from her expression. She glanced over her shoulder and gave the red-headed chef a smile that only she would know wasn't quite genuine before her attention would return to Roen.
Despite everything, she felt something of a pang for the Devil and his request. He really looked like he could use the company, and Ever tried to imagine what it must feel like in his shoes at the moment. The mariner often felt like she didn't have a friend in the world, and that was lonely enough, but to be universally hated?
"Sure, Roen." Her chest deflated with a gentle sigh, and she nodded faintly. "Sure. Lead the way?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 4:18 pm
"Excellent," the Devil would say delightfully as his hand raised to place itself on the small of Ever's back, ushering her forth while turning his head to regard Gideon. With several deft movements of his fingers, the Devil gave instructions to his soldier to remain behind at the Cloak and Dagger's booth and take up Ever's vacant position. The ensuing argument was quick and silent, mostly ranging from Gideon protesting about not having the feminine appeal Ever did and thereby not being a good choice at all. Roen's ensuing response was something along the lines of asking Gideon to use his famous people skills, which only made the soldier regard his commanding officer with contempt. "Gods-damn pain in the a**," Gideon growled under his breath.
Giving a gruff greeting to the fat Scotsman, Gideon would turn his icy-blue eyes to the tray of rum and take it from the counter before making his way to the front of the booth. By this time, Roen had guided Ever away and into the crowds to mingle, leaving the solider and Scotsman to their devices. Then, it came. "Rum, here!" When the 6'2 burly soldier rose his voice, everyone heard. Those who didn't recoil from the sudden boom of the gravelly voice turned their heads to Gideon almost immediately, and those who did recoil scrambled away from the tall and muscular man in full-modern-plate armor.
As for Roen, well, he laughed. He couldn't help but laugh. "Oh, I really do love that man," he said to himself, shaking his head as he herded Ever through the crowds that nearly snapped their necks to regard the soldier who presented himself in front of the Cloak and Dagger's booth."Get your rum here!"Again the crowds recoiled, and again they gave their attention to the man with the whiskey voice. All in all, it was a very good distraction for Roen and Ever to make their mistake, the Devil taking the human mariner away from the more popular booths of the Expo.
Around the more dull of booths, such as the Vernal's and GRAPPLE's, Roen took his hand away from Ever's back and smiled at her, sliding his hands into his pockets to ward off any desires to touch her again while his eyes regarding their surroundings. Half a dozen people, maybe more, and they were all minding their own business anyway. Not exactly private; but certainly much better than within the Cloak and Dagger's proximity. "Heh," he'd say in a less-than-genuine chuckle. "Always an adventure. Did you get home fine last night night?"
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 4:25 pm
Roen Jaeger Around the more dull of booths, such as the Vernal's and GRAPPLE's, "OH NO YOU DIDN'T." Because apparently Roen could be in two places at once, so could KB. And KB could read people's s**t, because he was a vampire, so he knew Roen was thinking smack about his illustrious company. "Bitchmeat, it's time you and I did business. OR. Or. OOOOOAAAAR. I could take this to your little girly there, Mrs. Paddles-Her-Boat-Around."  A silence. What the ******** was going on? A challenge between the CEO of GRAPPLE and Roen De-suckson-Seers? "WHAT SAY YOU?!"
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Posted: Sun Jun 13, 2010 5:14 pm
Ever's eyes widened at the booming cry and she cast a startled glance over her shoulder, blinking at the guard Roen had left to man the exhibit in her stead and mentally equating his bellows to the big-mouthed hot dog vendors at Yankee stadium. (Only New York could breed them so obnoxiously loud, though in this case her surprise would soon give way to sheer amusement.)
"He's terrifying!" Ever would chuckle back, still looking a bit dazed at the gravel-y explosion of volume. One couldn't help but wonder, was he going to do more harm than good and chase away what little crowd she had spent all day trying to gather?
Only moving on at the urging of Roen's touch, she let her gaze slide to the side to regard him again in her peripherals. Her smile weakened slightly at his otherwise well-intentioned question. "Yeah, it wasn't a far walk back to the hotel.."
The pallid blonde leapt out before of them like a circus clown, slinging insults and striking a pose that would have made the mariner laugh under less bizarre circumstances.
Who in the world..?
It was probably a blessing that Ever still didn't recognize KB, lest she revert to cringing behind Roen rather than simply quirking an unimpressed brow at his decidedly un-funny nickname for her and groping for away to avoid yet another altercation. Christ, this was getting old fast, and the sour expression crossing the mariner's face made it plainly clear just how she felt about the interruption.
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