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Mariwiss city is a metropolitan area with skyscraping office buildings and towering apartments. Roads and alleyways criss-cross the city whose streets are usually over-shadowed by the amount of buildings. The noise of the city is always there, whether it is the full-blown bustle of Crystal road and Kestral line, the main streets of Mariwiss, or if it is one of the many hidden nooks and cranies that belong to the rear of some business building or residence. There are a few places one can go here, but those of ineterest to a Word Bearer hold a great deal of information. Jacko's Den is a pub just up Kestral line that any Word Bearer can go to enjoy a drink...and some privvy information for the right price. Jacko hears everything and has a big mouth. Talking is his biggest form of income and he can tell you things about the Word Bearers as long as there is someting in it for him. He is not a Word Bearer himself, but every faction has its secrets and worse, its questions. Most anyone in the bar will stand up for him if you so much as lay a finger on him, so he can revel in the glory of his endless contacts without fear of harm.


Location:
When in a certain location, you must use the appropriate colour. The colour will be listed by the location. This will allow everyone to know who it is they can and cannot see. The streets are blue. So for instance, Jacko may be walking to work, so his colour is blue cause he is on the street. But if he opens his shop and steps into Jacko's Den his colour changes to green because he is no longer in the street, got it? 3nodding That is ALL text in a post that is at a certain location must be in the corresponding colour.


Places of Interest:
Jacko's Den - A dive for the experienced Word Bearer where information is the soup of the day. Jacko can usually tell you exactly where someone or something is, but he needs a litte something in return to "tide him over."
NPC = Jacko the Germ
Colour = Green

The Statue of Brent Tenious Mariwiss - This statue has stood since time immemorable in the same spot. As the city grew around it, the history surrounding it was lost. All that is known, or at least suspected, is that Brent Tenious Mariwiss came through the Unyielding Forest (now replaced by farmland) that surrounds the city of Mariwiss and created a village. That village become the city. The statue features a well-dressed gentleman with an monocule and a rose in his vest pocket. He is pointing out west, likely because of the Brentwood ridge that was said to be the spot that Brent declared the location of his village. However, a rather large sky scraper now stands between the statue and the ridge. Its a privately owned buidling run by a company known as the Scibec Corperation. There is a plauqe on the statue that says: "Stand your tallest and see the world!"
NPC=N/A
Colour=Indigo

((the first player post examplifies the correct way to post about locations.

Also, Mariwiss is a whole city. You can start anywhere you want, have apartments and so on....hey you guys even have JOBS if you want...))

"And Jimbo, let me tell ya, when one of those wild wolves is staring ya right in the face, stinkin' up your air and 'bout ready to bite a chunk of yer neck clean off, that's when ya know ya got careless." The old drunk man, probably hairer than half of the beasts he spoke about, waved his empty glass in front of the bartender in a silent demand for more beer. "If ya got the Words, them things shouldn't even get close enough to spit on, kid. Ya got to be careful out there, I've been out there a long time, I know."

The last time Jimmy had been "out there", outside of the city of Mariwiss and into what was left of the wilderness, was in 7th grade as a Boy Scout, but he nodded in agreement anyways. As the old fart got his beer, Jimmy ran a hand through his own blonde hair and surveyed the rest of the den. He had about enough of this man and his hillbilly stories. The young man excused himself from the bar and strolled near the exit, his bottle of beer in one hand (if the old fart was good for anything, it was for getting minors their rightful drinks) and destination in mind. Jimmy thought nothing of slipping onto an empty chair across from a particularly young looking woman and extending a hand in greeting.

"Howdy. My name's Jimmy. Jimmy Sanderson. I saw you alone, thought you might use some company."

((Yep, he's talking to Minya.))

((You can. NPCs are as always...they cant alter a fight between characters and cannot be used to gain experience...other than that, go wild. Also...you can ask these questions in the OOC thread I have....))

Looking down at the extened hand, then back up at the boy, not interested in introducing her self. "I look like I need company? You look like you need your mother." She spoke with a slight smile on her face, to soften the words. She didn't want to dismiss a possibly useful situation, nor did she wish to have a young punk spill his first beer all over her. She smiled a bit at him, her eyes looking for other people worth talking to, or at least paying attention to. She had noticed the two people on their way out, and she wondered. She leaned back and lifted her chin towards the young man's beverage. "Won't that stunt your growth?" Her brown eyes were serious, but her tone was slightly teasing. She brushed a black curl off of her cheek and went back to scanning the room, slowly.

"I am looking for . . . something." She smiled back at him. "What are you doing here? You look like you could find better places to be." She kept teasing, not really taking him seriously. She was preoccupied, her nerves building. This was hard and not something she truly knew how to do.

((Jimmy gets a cookie for trying to get himself killed...Meanwhile, the plot thickens! Also, new NPC group))

Jacko's Den was like any other low-end bar, filled with smoke and riff-raff. Everyone in the place could kill, most could do it with a single Word...But who was who could hardly be gathered by looks, where a stout biker could be a Horde member while the hodded man in the corner could very well be an Arcana Revolutionist. Or perhaps not. What was surprising was the three men that came in at that point, strolling into the bar visibly armed and wearing the Lab-coats that marked them out as Evolutionist of a particular kind, one of the worst kind. Known only as 'The Searchers' these Evolutionists were a rare breed of mean, even above the Horde. At least the Horde had honour. The obvious brains of the group walked up to Jacko who was idly cleaning a mug, even after seeing this bunch stroll in. They seemed to have some sort of discussion, heated on the side of the Evolutionists. It didnt take a rocket scientist to know they were negotiating. Jacko suddenly brought up a hand and looked around. He waved the three men into a back room and closed the door...
Out of the corner of an eye, an astoute observer would notice a small crack of light filtering out of the old door, whose frame refused to fit correctly...

Jacko glanced up at the boy with a somewhat aggitated look. It softened as he looked around and said loudly.
"Why of course my man, you and your lady can have a bottle of my good wine. Let me show you to a booth and give you a menu, yes?" Without waiting, Jacko grabbed something from beneath the counter and walked off towards a booth, obviously expecting the two to follow. The booth had a black curtain which could be drawn across for more privacy.