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 Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 12:56 pm
The noon hours in the desert were nearly unbearable without the aid of some hard drink. It was about this time that all the drinking tents in the square were full of thugs, high class criminals, and everyone in between. (Or under, to include scum ;3 )
Just outside the large black market tent cluster the desert was bare. The only sounds were coming from inside the market cluster. There were countless ZOIDS parked on the outer ring. Mainly stolen military zoids, so they bore the colors of the military they were stolen from. Mainly command wolves and rev raptors. Each with their new owners slight detail on the shoulder or head.
Just outside the camp Quin stood debating on entering the installment of tents and people. The wind blew about his long raven hair, which he tied back in a pony tail to prevent it from whipping at his eyes any further. The thought of crowds didn't fancy him a bit... but he was thirsty and in need of some supplies.
He had rarely been to this market, usually friends did the "shopping" for him....
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 1:14 pm
"Blasted moron! I told you that's-"
"And how do I know you didn't just take it from another rogue?!"
"Because taking it from another rogue cuts the value in half! b*****d! And I'll have you know I nearly lost me neck getting that engine part!"
"BAH!" A wad of spit was sent over the crate at the rogue from the scar-covered old man, that which Ryn quickly turned to avoid getting his clothes stained with someone elses' germs. "A scum-level b*****d munchkin like you couldn't even handle a drive across the desert! So how could you sneak a valuable part away from the military?!" He smirked and slapped down the worn piece of paper on the wood. "300! No more!"
Ryn feel his eye twitch as his fingers flexed, the urge to punch this guys' nose in was becoming more and more apparent. "Listen old b*****d! I want at least 600 for that part! Yer rippin' me off!!"
"300!"
"600!"
All the other rogues hanging out in the bartering tent were eyeing the growing verbal spat between the vetern and the rookie, knowing all too well how this would turn out.
"150!"
"150?!" Restraint finally snapped. "THAT'S IT! YER GOIN' DOWN!"
WIth that, Ryn reached out and grabbed the front of the guys' shirt. He socked a punch into the guys' jaw only to earn a retaliation in the stomach. Blows were exchanged, the crate kicked out of the way, and it soon turned into an all-out brawl. The rogues sitting around them started whooping and hollaring while a few placed bets on the two.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 1:43 pm
Quin had overcome his dislike for the large crowds and made his way through the tents trying to find a good drinking place. Usually the old man would be his first choice, but he was crowded at the moment and atop that he didn't feel like being noticed by him yet.
On his way he noticed the brawl in action. What rogue doesn't like a good brawl? This one...
He huffed and nearly turned to go to the next tent. But when he caught sight of Ryn he bolted into the tent. A friend had told him about the little scum not to long ago. The description was perfect to this rookie...
He pushed his way through the crowd to get a better look at the two.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 1:59 pm
"IDIOTIC BRAT!"
"SENILE OLD MAN!"
A loud crash rang out as another innocent crate went flying over the crowd. A couple of liquor bottles had already been used and their stains ran down the dirty cloth of the tent while the shards littered the sandy ground.
"Why you little- ACK!"
The old vetern pilot gave a loud grunt when Ryn kicked him in a place no male wants to be kicked, causing him to double over while glaring at the smug rookie. A few of the betting quickly shifted hands from the older to the young rogue as a few cheered for a final finish. Those cheers quickly turned to clamor of admiration and shock when the older pilot recovered and pulled out a very large rifle. Smirking, he cocked it and pointed it as Ryn yanked out and pointed Ryuu in exchange.
Both guns were at point blank range and the tent turned extremely quiet, save for the heavy breathing coming from the two brawling rogues.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 2:10 pm
Quin frowned at this sight. No one had honor anymore? With a huff he withdrew his own odd little gun from under his worn green cloak.
He didn't hesitate to fire a round of tranquilizer, good enough to put out large animals, at the old man's neck. And with precise aim.
"Honestly..." He mumbled to himself. His yellow eyes narrowed as he focused forward, ignoring the other scum and merchants in the tent.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 2:34 pm
Sure, the need to kill the guy was lingering in the back of his mind but Ryn wasn't a killer. He was just about to fire a tranq. into the guy when he suddenly went down with a stupidfied expression on his face.
With his own confused expression, the rogue brought up and stared at the barrel of his gun. Had he accidently pulled the trigger?
He couldn't have though, his tranqs were strong but the most effect they had were to send someone into a confused state of mind for a moment or two; someone else had sent the old timer into "La-La Land".
But who?
Glancing back, he eyed the crowd, most of which who had the "I didn't do it" expression in their eyes.
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Posted: Sun Nov 16, 2008 2:55 pm
One among the crowd didn't have the look on his face. Instead he looked rather annoyed. He replaced the gun back in its holster and folded his arms across his chest.
"Well, take your money and give him his engine..." He gestured toward the unconscious man and the infamous box.
Quin ignored the protests of the people finding this unfair.
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Posted: Tue Nov 25, 2008 8:39 pm
Ryn simply glared at the one who gave him the order before walking over to a "shelf" made of steel crates. Placing the engine part there, the low-level rogue then grabbed the bag of money from the "chair" that the older guy had been sitting on.
As he bent over slightly to stretch out his aching back muscles, the Chimera Emerald fell from it's hiding spot from underneth his shirt and dangled in plain view on a simple silver chain. Standing back up, Ryn glared at the shocked expressions before pushing his way through the crowd, brushing past and pushing away several rogues that blocked his path before making a beeline towards the group of parked ZOIDS when he exited the tent.
So much for having a cold drink with a few of his friends...Heck, he wasn't gunna stick around if rumors were gunna start flying around the market.
Besides, he had a crate of "liberated" food hidden away inside of Xyn. Best to get back to camp and enjoy it before it spoiled.
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Posted: Fri Nov 28, 2008 12:04 am
Quin eyed the emerald as it conveniently fell from Ryn's pocket. His eyes narrowed on the trinket.
"Nor..." He whispered under his breath. God rest his soul. This must have been the little brat Nor was talking about.
As Ryn exited the tent Quin was quick to follow him, and didn't make it a point to not be seen by the scum rogue. He weaved his way through the crowd keeping a good distance from Ryn at first, but slowly closed the gap between them.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 1:12 am
Ryn, being his usual oblivious self, didn't notice quin following him; he was far too focused on his speed/power walk towards the bright crimson liger stationed between two command wolves. Ryn eyed the two canine ZOIDs with distaste (what was it about people and them parking so close to one another? Whole friggin' desert and they had to have THAT spot! Geez....) before waving up at his ZOID with a cheerful grin.
"Hey buddy! Hope I didn't keep ya waitin' too long!"
A short-tempered growl was his only response.
"Yeah yeah, i'll getcha outta there in a few moments. Lemme just find that key thingy...." Ryn then started patting the multiple pockets on his pants and on the inside of his jacket. Consequence of being a packrat: can't find what yer looking for when ya need it most....
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 3:44 pm
Quin approached Ryn quickly, seizing the opportunity when the little rogue was scrambling for his 'keys'.
"Adam Millar..." He said with a stern voice.
Both his hands hid under his cloak as he stood within an uncomfortable distance from Ryn. Due to his size compared to Ryn he had to look down at the littler one.
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 4:12 pm
"Eh?"
Glancing up at mentioning of his undercover name, Ryn turned and stared up at the person behind him. The rogue cocked an eyebrow as a half-grin flickered on his lips.
"What up, yo?" Ryn gave a wide grin at the other, appearance casual and non-threating. Looked like someone had started a few rumors, if people were starting to follow him around. "Ya need something from me?"
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Posted: Tue Jan 27, 2009 5:51 pm
Quin looked around as he caught someone looking onto their conversation.
This was not a place to discuss anything. Rumors spread like a mold here.
He looked back down to Ryn.
"Yes, but not here where words can be picked up by worse scum." By now more than one person begun to subtly look on to the conversation. The fact that Ryn had that emerald meant that he would have more on lookers than normal.
"Meet me on the outskirts of this town. Make sure no one follows you..." He begun to turn around and head west out of the market, pausing to handout a warning.
"Don't try to run. I can track any one who holds a chimera tattoo...."
And with that said he turned toward the crowd and moved quickly to exit the market.
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Posted: Wed Feb 11, 2009 6:38 pm
Summery:
Quin had waited at said spot, but the boy did not appear as he had instructed him to. This was a severe disappointment for Quin. The boy might have had good potential. Enough to catch his eye, but if even the rogue could not listen than was he really worth sending to Riot? No. This was a test of trust, and it was failed.
Maybe he would seek out Ryn again, to present him to Riot, and possibly earn more reputation in this world. But he would wait a long while before that.
With that, after hours of waiting at the meeting area, he left to wonder the dessert and avoid contact with anyone for a bit.
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