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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 8:09 pm
Suddenly the heavy door was kicked inwards and in strided the lean figure of Zetsumei. His thoroughly soaked shirt hung on his thin shoulders, leaving his top half exposed to the warm air. He slowly made his way to the bar-suface and heavily sat himself upon one of the stools, despositing his sheathed blade, his soaked shirt, and a smallish bag made from rough canvas on the worn ground of the tavern. After situating himself comfortably on the stool, he mumbled, "Got any hard stuff? I'm beat."
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 8:22 pm
Upon looking at the man who enter he stands up and faces up to the stranger like he his going to fight. "Zetsu! My old friend welcome!" He goes up to Zetsu and gives him a friendly man-hug. "If you are like last time I saw you, you probably don't have money," He say with a slightly disapproving tone.
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 8:32 pm
Shocked at the sight of his old friend in here of all places, he grinned sarcastically and responded, "Well I suppose you could call it that, I'm just stopping by here for a little rest. I still have over half of Gaia to get across, and all my money was left at the League.." after a slight pause he continued, "What exactly might you be doing here? I would have never expected to see a fellow Mercenary way out in the middle of this joint."
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 8:41 pm
He looks back at his friend opens his mouth and then closes it. After thinking about it for a bit he replies, "Well I caught ride with a xenophobic ship captain and he found out about me. They chucked me overboard and I swam to shore. And now here I am. Also why are you soaking wet? Came in the same way I did?"
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 8:47 pm
After the explanation, he whistled softly and muttered, "Don't tell anyone, but it's sweat..I've been walking for days now and I'm pretty much exhausted." He than clumsily sat himself back down on his stool and laid his head on the bar-surface. "Man, I could fall asleep any minute now.."
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 8:47 pm
"Careful with that!" Owle exclaimed as the door was rudely kicked in. "Rage spent most of the morning trying to get that fixed...if you break it you're going to have to fix it again!"
Nevertheless, she poured him a mug of ale, since that seemed to be popular today, and set it down in front of Zetsu.
She was curious about how these two knew each other, but she didn't want to interrupt what was obviously a friendly reunion.
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 8:51 pm
Receiving the mug, he rose his head and laid several small coins on the table, "Thank you Miss, you have no idea how much I need this.." He then downed the mug in one gulp and rested it back on the surface. "If you would, could you tell me your name? And sorry about the door.."
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 8:53 pm
After looking worried for a moment his face softens into a smile. "I see. Eat something to get some energy." Looking at Owle he says,"I'll pay for whatever this man eats. Within reason of course." He looks back at Zetsu," Don't eat me out of my money. Its stretched far enough as is."
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 9:05 pm
His head still laid upon the counter, he laughed and uttered, "Yeah, yeah..Don't worry I'm not too hungry at the moment. This ale will do."
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Posted: Mon Oct 02, 2006 9:08 pm
"Really? Well I think this place has rooms I'm not too sure. Where are you heading?" he says taking a seat next to Zetsu. (Imust get to sllepp)
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 7:58 am
"Owle Isohos," Owle replied. "And it's alright...just...use the handle next time, for godssakes. It's there for a reason, you know?" She shrugged her shoulders as if to emphasize this point.
"Yeah, we have rooms here for rent, about five of them are free right now I think..." She looked back and forth at Zetsu and Damian. "You need a place to stay for the night?"
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 9:40 am
The sounds of heavy breathing came from a nearby table. Actually, it was two sets of breathing - the first belonged to Rage, who had apparently been put to sleep by the soothing chords of Paul's melody. In fact, even the black cat, Ryu, was sleeping quietly on top of the man's head, tail twitching this way and that as it slumbered.
((In other words, my excuse for not having the time to post here lately. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 12:26 pm
He looks at Zetsu. "Yeah, I guess so. He is about to drop dead from exhaustion it looks like. And I need to rest before swimming to my destination. Or I can accompany you Zetsu. Right?" he says inflecting some confusion into the last question. Damian did not know if Zetsu is here on Mercenary business or not. Then again Damian is about 10 ranks above him so he can attach himself as an evaluator.
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 3:02 pm
Paul joins Damian in eating and nods in interest when he mentions hibernation. He is about to comment, but then a stranger kicks in the door. Once he sees that Damian and the stranger (Zetsumei, he thinks) know each other, Paul shrugs and continues to eat. Zetsumei's mention of "Mercenary" with some emphasis catches Paul's attention.
Paul: Hmm...another organization! I'll have to do some research and see if they support or are against our assets...
He absent-mindedly puts down his fork and reaches for a napkin...and notices the unconscious Rage with a black cat sleeping atop his head. Paul grins, then goes to his guitar case and removes his guitar again, but this time he removes a red pick...a red pick that seems odd. It catches the light in an odd way, much like a jewel, but it is the appropriate thickness for a pick.
Paul: "Just to warn you all, I'm going to wake up Rage."
He says this loud enough to catch everyone's attention, but not loud enough to stir Rage from his slumber. With a grin, he preps a chord and swings the pick across the strings...the sound that leaps forth from the guitar is not that of an acoustic, but an electric guitar. It blasts and echoes through the tavern, entirely out of place when compared to its source...
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Posted: Tue Oct 03, 2006 3:19 pm
Which is when a pasty white figure, head to foot a color of cloud like some specter, a cloud trailing behind in the deathly figure's wake.
Or, upon closer inspection, a young man coated thick in some sort of white powder, trailing its cloud of dust behind him.
Kalis passed through the main room of the Firebrand's bar/resteraunt area without any detour, trailing a small line of the white behind him as he headed, straight line, for the stairs.
"I'll clean it up in a bit."
He said, waving with one hand over his shoulder, while the other dragged along an unpowdered bag with a change of clothes.
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