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 Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2019 8:20 am
 The unmissable core of trade and businesses, it's easy to find somewhere along the MAIN STREETS. The market runs itself even in these ruined times, people always want something. Bustling with merchants, gold diggers, scoundrels and anything that revolves around greed usually accumulates in this place. If you want to find a job, the giant board in the middle of the Market is always full or most likely a job will just find you. Looking for something? Best chances of finding it here or speak to someone who knows a little something-something. Information is constantly circling these chatty lips but you'll find it usually comes at a price.
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2019 8:29 am
 A ℓ ι ...
Alizayyd pocketed the thin golden bangles and small packet of herbs that was his payment with a deep exhalation that sent swirling currents of heat through the slit built into his mask for such a purpose. It had been an insultingly low-stakes task, little better than walking in on a sleeping merchant and cutting his throat. …Actually, that had pretty much been it. For a moment, outrage choked the ifrit, and his maw under the mask twisted in a snarl. He half-turned toward his latest ‘customer’ to make the man very aware of how stupid it was to give someone such as him such a pitiful job.
“Hm?” The man blinked up at him, making notations on a thin-hammered stone tablet with a bit of chalk, and Alizayyd barely controlled himself. It would barely make him feel better to hurt the man, and it would be bad for his reputation if anyone were to see him attack his employer for seemingly no reason after completing a job.
Even a few months ago, the idea of his “reputation” as something he should care about would have been laughable. The people of this city should be grateful he deigned to live here after his cohort had…well, since they were gone now. He cared now only in reaction. It had been hard, recently, to find jobs that he could go on alone. There was no shortage of work. That would have been ludicrous; even the roaches in the market surely could see they were being blessed with a rare opportunity to hire one such as him. The problem was that he couldn’t seem to find jobs that weren’t for him and that man. That odious man. They were a strong team, it was true, but the idea of needing to work with anyone insulted him deeply. Especially someone like—him.
He had taken the job he’d just completed—unworthy of him as it was—because it was a one-person task. He didn’t feel better about completing it on his own. He needed to be challenged. He needed to thrill.
He paced, shouldering roughly past any in his way, toward a large center of the marketplace, where hopeful employers gathered seeking mercenaries and other help. He stopped when he was on the edge of the small, everpresent crowd milling there, his gaze brought involuntarily to the largest figure in the area by far. Head and shoulders above the two figures the man appeared to be speaking to, there was no mistaking him.
Alizayyd grimaced, horned fangs rasping against the confines of his mask with the gesture. The men Joxal was talking to were well-dressed, and had the bearing of those of some martial training. An interesting job? The thought of approaching was irritating, but the ifrit found himself doing it anyway. He needed something to wash the taste of the job he’d just completed from his mouth. Perhaps he could poach the job, if it sounded worth his time.
Current Task: Accepting payment; seeking a new job
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2019 11:58 am
ಠ_ಠ ☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠
What a load of s**t! Joxal stormed out through a doorway of mismatched ragged curtains with a sour look on his half colored face. His hunched posture stretched upright as he roared his rage into the air. The market didn't flinch too much from his sudden outburst since it was always full of noise and chaos, but those closest to the tall unstable p***k jumped out of their skin and backed the ******** off leaving a wide circle around him. The mercenary was outraged, or more specifically he was just having serious withdrawals from not having smoked in what felt like years (2 days actually). Then like a switch, his dramatic pose slumped back down and he shut his gob with a snarl, sighing heavily through his nose. His hand cradled the back of his neck with a loud crack as he snapped his head to one side, then again on the other. <******** me..." he bitched and shoved his bruised knuckle hands into pockets as he wandered down the market.
He was gutted his usual place had run out of smokes, sure they were hard to come by but the skeevy merchants were all getting them from some mysterious supplier who they couldn't identify, Joxal keeps an eye out for clues to their source now and then since his rough interrogation methods all end up making them say the same thing; They just receive a box of smokes all gift wrapped and ready to sell when they leave payments in certain places. Now that sounded like Joxal's dream right there. Just s**t some money on the floor and a magical box of cigarettes appear? ******** yeah he'd live on that spot. Though 'money' these days come in all sorts of forms, to Joxal some of that was; smokes weapons and the occasional gold.
The hunter stormed down the dry dirt path, getting the odd stare from people because of his height. His white mohawk (actually it was more of a ball of fluff electrified on his head) only added more to his tall tilt, even as he was slouched he was still looking down at people. His amber glare eyed every single punk who gave him a look, giving them a clear warning that he'd lash out instantly if provoked but because he was so grumpy, a certain look from some judgmental looking p***k with glasses made him snap a nerve and Joxal whipped a long arm at him, grabbing the innocent man by his shirt and lifting him up in the air. "The ******** you lookin' at a*****e!!? " his other hand pulled back in a large fist-
"You must be 'Jaw Breaker', I presume?"
Hearing his mercenary name called out made him stop just as he was about to throw a heavy death killing punch but he didn't let the man go, nor lower his fist. Joxal just cocked his head back and stared down at what appeared to be two well-suited men greeting him. "Piss off before I snap your ******** necks" he spat down at them then pinned his furious glare back onto his victim who has wet himself with fear.
The two men muttered to each other then one raised their voice a bit more to get Joxal's attention again "Why don't you put the fellow down and we can talk."
Of course, the red jawed b*****d wasn't listening to their s**t and he threw his fist towards the man.
"We have a job for you." the other man raised his voice too and lit a cigarette between his lips. The smell instantly shot up Jox's flared nostrils and his punch deviated in the distraction, slamming into a wall which cracked heavily. He let go of the man who whimpered into a ball on the floor and turned to stare wide-eyed at the sweet-sweet ******** candy between the mystery man's lips. Nothing else mattered all of a sudden. He wanted that ********' ciggy.
His mood had calmed down while he was fixated on the drug "Oh yeah?" he didn't care what the job was if he was getting some of those babies. The cigarette was exhaled and Joxal shoved his face into the cloud of smoke and loudly sniffed as much of it in as he could with a near orgasmic moan, then he abruptly stood back like nothing just happened and continued with the conversation. "Well what the ******** is it? I better be getting some fags out of it." he raised a sharp brow and listened to the men talk. They were being quite vague about the job, just giving him instructions to go to certain locations where he'd receive more instructions.
"So where's your partner?"
"Hurgh? what ******** partner, I work alone b***h" Joxal got defensive as he was reminded of an unwanted dickhead who he was sometimes forced to work with. The suited males looked at each other and said they needed them both or no deal. "What!? I'm more than ******** enough! That rewards all mine! Just gimmi the damn job or I'll nut ya sacks!" he growled while still sniffing up those exhales of smoke from the other guy.
"No can do I'm afraid our employer specifically requested the both of you; Jaw Breaker and the one named Ali. Am I correct to assume you are not in a partnership with this person? If so then this high reward may have to be directed at another contracted duo."
Joxal fingered the machete at his side "I keep ******** telling you, I can do it! I'm a badass mother ******** you hear me!?" he was ready to fight to prove it.
☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠•☠ OOC: He's just a ball of mental rage at the moment.
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Posted: Wed Jun 19, 2019 12:39 pm
A ℓ ι ...
It was vastly unworthy of one such as Alizayyd to eavesdrop. That was, any information that was relevant to him should have been given to him openly, without the layer of--deception that accompanied him listening on the edges of that man’s periphery.
The man was as Alizayyd remembered. Uncouth, bestial, unworthy of Alizayyd’s attention. If only the man were not so strong, or their fighting styles not so well suited…The ifrit snorted, ready to turn and leave Joxal to whatever small tiff the man was setting himself up for when he happened to see a crest on the wrist of one of the men talking to Joxal.
Twining in an infinity sign abruptly leading up to a roughly shaped number 1, Alizayyd bared his blunt, human-shaped teeth for no one. Beside him, a figure engaged in watching the drama with Joxal startled away from him, and with a quick glance up to a higher power he’d been taught existed and loathed him he moved to intercede.
If he was right, the employer was from a powerful underground auctioneer guild. Ali didn’t care about the occupation; he cared that such guilds usually had plenty of their own internal security forces. This could be interesting.
”I believe I’m the partner you’re looking for. Alizzayd benNazar.” He waited, and when no light of recognition came he added, testily, ”the Scourge.”
This went over much better. The erstwhile employers began to provide details of a job paying an extravagant fee. Ali ignored that for now, canting his head up toward Joxal to attempt to read him. Working with him was like working with a rabid animal; he would absolutely prefer not to, and if he was forced to he would be sure to take careful inventory of the creature’s capacities and mood.
He sneered, cutting off something the employer was saying with his dripping remark.
”Can’t get a job without me, hm.” As if Ali weren’t in the same exact predicament. But there was no point in saying that.
Current Task:Listening in (No; not “eavesdropping,” peasant)
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