Fantasy IN THE NAME OF THE KING

[Atrophia Sanguinis]

Sigurd

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(Edited. Sorry @labyrinthecho , didn't see your post DX)


Sigurd pushed himself off of the ground with effort and looked up at Silas, frustration and annoyance plain in his eye. "You don't have to babysit me. I said I could do this and I can. And I will." He was able to stand quicker this time, having better stability as well. Progress, that was always a positive sign. Instead of taking a full step, he shuffled one foot forward. Sigurd grinned when his legs didn't buckle under. He shuffled the other foot forward. Still standing. He took a small step. Then another and so on until he was walking around the wagon normally. He laughed breathlessly, the energy it took to stand and walk alone was enormous so far. He stumbled his way over to the cottage, aiming to interrupt Dante's shenanigans when a chopping block caught his eye. It'd been so long since his habit dropped, ever since he was 'poisoned'. Making his staggering way over, a spark of light entered his eyes as he picked a splinter of wood up, a bit bigger than his hand. Granny shan't mind. She can burn it later. He took out a dagger and sat heavily on the stump, beginning to chip at the chunk of wood with a monk's concentration.

Birdy



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Birdy turned to her next patient, the labeled traitor of the land who'd undressed his upper half. She pointed firmly to a stool with her staff and went to gather her wrappings from the window sill, catching eye of Dante with Kelda in his lap. She was tempted to whack him in the head, just to embarrass the lad, but instead turned her full attention to Arthur. "What'll it be, young man? How would you like to be healed? Slow and painless or fast and agony?"





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[XxLuluxX]

The Raven





"Fast and agony" He replied, giving a tired smirk. "Get it over with quickly, eh?" Arthur remarked, now preparing himself got the pain to come. He'd learnt that Birdy wasn't the soothing kind- But more the 'inflicting agony and told to man up' kind. Blackthorne's bare chest illustrated worse injuries to have happened. Jagged slashes, burns, arrows, even a few which were hardly recognisable as any weapon or magic. A sorry affair. Then of course, the sleeves of tattoos lining each arm, slowly spreading upward through the new addition of more ink.


@Celemyvel


Kelda Folkvar


"Why are you so eager to have me sit here anyway?" Kel arched a brow, looking at him questioningly. "Is there something about tripping poor women into your lap, or is this normal?" She commented, giving a small laugh.


Kelda swung her legs back and forth, exhaling as the situation repeated itself from mere moments previous.


@One Mean Ghost

 

[One Mean Ghost]

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"No, just you. You said yourself I'm comfortable to you. Well, I just happen to enjoy having you sit there" he shrugged, smirking playfully up at her.


She clearly didn't mind it. She hadn't slapped him or even attempted to get up after all.


And truth be told, he was enjoying letting someone be close to him for a change.


@XxLuluxX

 

[Atrophia Sanguinis]

Birdy



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Birdy couldn't stop herself from sighing. Arcane healing took a lot of energy and will power to control, otherwise her patient would combust or likely get Arcane Poisoning. She appreciated the ease of working without his clothing in the way. She examined the arrow on his back, peering at the entry and quickly pulled it out before he could really tense up, making it easier for her to pull it out and less addition to the damage already present. She peered at the numerous scars spotting his skin and gently patted his uninjured shoulder. Poor man has seen it all, I'll wager.


She summoned the arcane once more and placed a single hand on his festering wound. She scowled. Damn guards couldn't keep a simple arrow clean, could they? She would have to replace the bacteria infecting his wound. Risking her consciousness, she pushed the last of her energy in summoning light magic with her other hand and pressed it next to her other hand. His flesh began to glow under her palms as arcane weaved and binded and the light replaced bacteria with harmless mana that would naturally exit his system through his aura after the infection was cured. The last bit of flesh sowed itself together and the wound scarred over, to join its brethren on his back. She gasped and stepped back, limply grasping for her staff and leaning against it.


Breathing heavily, sweat trickling from her hairline, she asked, "How do you feel, dear? I'll make you a cup of that potion I've been handing out for energy. Might make some for myself." She sighed in exertion.


@XxLuluxX

 

[XxLuluxX]

Kelda Folkvar





"I feel almost privileged" She replied dryly, slumping into him with little resistance. "Eh, you're pretty warm. I'd give 8 out of 10." Kel looked up, taking a piece of his dark mane into her fingertips. "I'll have to braid your hair for you sometime" She playfully remarked, motioning to her own plait. "I've had plenty of practice, no worries"


The grin soon became sly and almost impish.





@One Mean Ghost

 

[XxLuluxX]

The Raven





He bit down hard on his inner cheek, almost drawing blood. The muffled yell of pain, describing what was a short burst of agony. Once the arrow had been removed, Arthur now inhaled deeply, his eyes squeezed shut in a tight manner, whilst his clenched fists pulled his white blemished skin taut. Pain had become a familiar part in the soldiers life, from small scrapes upon the knee as a child, to having his first training accident, to the wars that devastated his youth and innocence, taking whatever naivety he had, to leave him beaten in the mud of a battleground; the rotting flesh of fallen comrades his only company. To think that children wished to become soldiers and guards alike himself... Those stories about princesses and gold, castles and kings. The honor and loyalty sworn to the monarchy. Twas when you first stepped onto that field, your bravery faltered. Breath hitched. Eyes widened. That shining armour, clean blades and fresh face all dirtied. Beneath your trainers smiles, sergeants hearty laughs you would begin to recognise the loss. Guilt. Depression. Anger.


Dulce et decorum est pro patria mori.*


The old lie.





The ex-commander looked back with a weakened smile. "I've been...Better I suppose" He exhaled rubbing his eyes. A little too caught up in his thoughts to give much of a response.


(*it is sweet and honorable to die for one's country)





@Celemyvel

 

[One Mean Ghost]

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"You should. Last person that tried to sit on me didn't live to talk about it" he smirked up at her.


When she touched his hair, he blinked, as if unused to anyone doing that. Given he always wore a hood, it's no small wonder Kelda was likely the first to mess with his hair.


At first, he was almost tempted to let her, but then he caught sight of her grin. "Oh no, I know that look! What exactly are you plotting?" He smirked up at her, his playful gaze catching hers.


@XxLuluxX

 

[AzileQueen]

Silas
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((@XxLuluxX, @One Mean Ghost, http://24.media.tumblr.com/463d029a4e3d3952f07f188bc7c9a261/tumblr_mlf03xNrBS1s7tecko2_500.gif , @Celemyvel, it's alright~))


;;Silas lifted a shoulder,"Sorry."


Of course, she wasn't. For some reason, Sigurd piqued her interest. Maybe it was because his interest in her had seemingly left; but she wouldn't count on that.


;;As he walked away towards the cottage, she noticed the well again. Beyond that, a medium sized pond. How odd she hadn't noticed it before.


Striding after him, she watched as he stopped in his tracks and sat on a tree stump.


After a minute or two, she was behind him. "What are you carving?" she asked, leaning forward to see the small wooden block and his knife.

 

[XxLuluxX]

Kelda Folkvar


"Oh nothing, absolutely nothing" Kel replied, feining innocence just as he had moments prior. "Just thinking how a big, bad legendary mercenary would look with pigtails and ribbons" She said, twirling the lock of hair between her fingers nochantly. Every now and then her emerald orbs flickering up to meet his own- alight with a jovial spark of life. Yet it wasn't long before the struggle once more became apparent as she tried to hold back laughter by biting down on her lip.


@One Mean Ghost

 

[Atrophia Sanguinis]

Birdy



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She looked on the young man, as he remained silent, still seemingly braced against whatever pain was to come next. She frowned. She hadn't meant the healing to be so rough, but her energy and focus wasn't what it used to be. Birdy grabbed another clay cup and filled it with the tonic she had given to the others before. She held out the cup to him, indicating the torturous process he'd endured was over. "Drink. You'll regain energy and the pain will fade faster."





@XxLuluxX

Sigurd



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He looked quickly up at Silas over his shoulder, somewhat confused by her curiosity. He'd already started gaining the shape of the carving, a bear with its arms raised. He wanted to start simple before he could go back to his delicate and intricate carvings he used to do before he was trapped in the wizard's tower. Before, carving had been a passion, a craving he had ever since his abduction from his apprenticeship. He was still a true citizen of Khu rừng, despite his frayed mind. As he had just rediscovered the art moments ago, he found it a bit more therapeutic and necessary rather than a past time.


Sigurd cleared his throat, realizing he'd been silent and still looking at her. "It's a bear." He said rather simply and gruffly, turning his back to her once more and continued chipping out the facial features of the palm sized beast. He wasn't sure how to act or keep up a conversation with a woman who had been hostile to him literally hours ago. A lot can happen in one day, he mused. He gritted his teeth when his dagger slipped, cutting the side of his hand.





@labyrinthecho

 

[One Mean Ghost]

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Even Dante had to laugh at that thought. "I wouldn't suggest trying it if I were you. Payback's a bitch you know" he smirked up at her, letting her play with his hair as she sat on his lap. She certainly kept things interesting.. Now, Dante was no stranger to a woman trying to get close to him. Apparently women liked the tall, dark and mysterious types... But few ever really kept his interest long. They were just.. boring.. or outright obnoxious.


But Kelda, on the other hand, took shots at him at every turn. He couldn't very well explain it, but something about that fiery attitude of hers kept his attention. Every time she challenged him, he couldn't help but answer it in turn. As Granny could tell anyone, his line of work gave him few friends. He had several, but few that could truly be relied on. Arthur and now Sigurd could be counted in those numbers. However, to have females he was close to was a rarity. He seldom allowed himself to get close to any of them due to his copious amount of enemies. They'd be in danger just from his presence. Perhaps circumstances helped things. Kelda was, by some twist of fate, already in the same boat as him, so that typical reason for aversion wasn't on the table, and he could give things at least a chance...


@XxLuluxX

 

[AzileQueen]

Silas
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;;Silas kept her eyes on his quick, nimble hands as they carved away at the wooden object.


The woman sat on the balls of her feet, occasionally shifting about to get another comfortable stance. She had never seen anyone carve something so small before. Perhaps on a pillar—for elaborate designs—or on chests, but traveling for so long never gave her a chance to watch the entire thing.


Now she did.


;;The wooden carving became more detailed, and eventually, she could guess what it was—


"It's a bear," Sigurd said rather simply and gruffly.


Her eyes widened for a moment as something came into view. In front of her was a bear; a stuffed bear. Looking around, she saw people, people without faces, wearing formal dress. They were dancing. 'A memory?' she wondered as the recollection cleared.


;;Taking a glance up at Sigurd, she glimpsed a smear of glowing red on his hand. "Here," Silas rummaged through a purse across her neck, in the end finding what she was looking for: bandages. It wasn't that big of a cut, of course, so she didn't expect him to accept it.

 

[Melisena]

Standing with his arms crossed across his chest, Sef looks around the cottage with awe and intrigue. Sef sighs and thinks to himself "What should I ask them? I still to need to eat something. Should I join them? Think and ask carefully." Sef takes a gulp to clear his throat of any mucus and asks to anyone who may be listening "What is going on exactly? Seems like you guys got yourself into quite a mess." Sef purposely decided to avoid asking about why he was in the wagon, but feels as if that question doesn't matter anymore. Sef thinks to himself shortly after asking his question "It doesn't matter how I got here, I'm here now and there's no avoiding that. I should probably stay with these people for the time being. I need to eat something.." Sef rubs his eyes again and under his breath he says in an annoyed tone "What the hell is going on with my damned eyes?"

 

[Atrophia Sanguinis]

Sigurd



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"Here," Silas said. Sigurd turned to look at the bandage she offered. He glanced down at his hand. He had cut deeper than he would have liked, blood flowing freely. Sigurd set the bear and dagger down on the ground and took the bandage cautiously. His eyes raised to hers. "Thanks." He began expertly wrapping it around his hand, over his wound and across his palm. It was hinted he had done this before, tying the bandage with one hand and his teeth. Blood barely seeped onto the clean linen, now pressured and bound. He'd ask Granny for a trifle more trouble and take care of his hand later, after the group regathered and straightened things out, which he assumed they would.


Sigurd picked the bear back up, the carving basically finished. He looked back up at Silas and tossed the small chunk of wood at her. "For the bandages. If you don't like it, you can throw it in the fire." He sheathed his dagger, watching her. Sigurd wondered if she'd accept or even chuck back in his face. He wouldn't be surprised if she did throw it at him. He was quite aware of what kind of a crazy sinister creep he was before. Though, admittedly, he was still mad in the head when it came to certain things.


@labyrinthecho

 

[AzileQueen]

Silas
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;;Silas put away the remaining bandages, stuffing them deep in her bag.


"No problem," she told him, now sitting across from him on a stool that she magically found. This was the first time she had seen him gotten hurt. Whilst the others had gotten battle slashes and stabs, he had gotten but a mere cut from carving a wooden bear. It made her wonder what he would look like, and do, when he sparred with Dante.


;;The carved animal was thrown towards her, and she caught it—almost. It jumped in her hands for a few seconds before she was able to get a firm grip on it. The bear was detailed, its head erect with open jaws, arms raised in a menacing position, paws and claws outstretched. "It's beautiful," she admired, turning it over in the palm of her hand.


;;A quiet shortly ensued afterwards, but she wouldn't let it sit for very long.


"So, you, Dante, and Arthur.. what's your story?" she asked, her eyes lifting up to meet his.

 

[Atrophia Sanguinis]

Sigurd



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Sigurd's mouth quirked when she almost fumbled the bear. "It's beautiful." She said as she looked it over. He blinked in surprise, though pleased he hadn't lost his touch. Then she looked up at him. "So, you, Dante, and Arthur...what's your story?"


He pursed his lips at her question. "I can't say much for the other two, but I met Dante when I was almost 23 and he was 18. We did a bit of mercenary work together, perhaps you could've called us friends, though at the time, I'm sure either one of us would've stabbed the other in the back for the right price." He shrugged. "Well, I was. I don't trust easily. But eventually he gained it, saving my sorry ass from close scrapes every now and then. We separated later. I wanted to raid a wizard's tower, he thought it was a stupid idea. Of course he was right. It's kind of the reason why I look like this now." He pointed to his hair and eyes. "But as for Arthur, I barely know him but I do know of him. Unfortunately, I was on the other side of blade of his wife's corpse as well as the king's. We sparred for a second when I attempted my escape but I have little other personal memories with the man. Dante was-is his friend I gather but that is the limit of my knowledge."


His gold eyes had slowly lowered to the ground as he recounted his history and they now flicked back up to meet hers. "What about you princess? What's your tale?" His gaze expressed his interest, but it was not the consuming look from before.


@labyrinthecho

 

[The Elder]

Creed walks in right in time for story time with the group. He finds him a place to lean up on. He crosses his arms, closes his eyes, and just listens and thinks. (This group some what reminds be of the assassins back in Auku. So different in everyone way but connected by one thing. I bet the only met recently. I'm surprised no betrayed anyone recently. Back in Auku betrayal was like an everyday thing.) As he continues to think he begins humming that lullaby he's mother use to sing to him.

 

[AzileQueen]

Silas
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((Okay, I know Creed is with Silas and Sigurd, but where's Sef, @Zakkachu? Is he with them, too? 8D))


;;Silas rested the carving in her lap, propping her elbows on her knees and cupping her chin with the palms of her hands.


As he told his story of how he met Dante, she pursed her lips at the sound of the word friend. No assassin truly had friends—they couldn't. If they did, they would endanger the life of their 'friend' and ultimately their own. They could be captured, ransomed, and even murdered. You would have choices to make; run away or run towards, kill or be killed. On the other hand, if you didn't have any friends, you would eventually give up what's left of your humanity. You would lose it either way.


It reminded her all too much of the mistake she made with Hans.


;;Sigurd closed his story, and Silas was shortly asked of her own past.


She almost choked on the words to say.


Really, no one liked talking about their life—assassin or no. At any rate, Silas was shocked that he had told her that much of his history. But that didn't mean she wouldn't tell him a little. Just a taste of it was fine.


The woman leaned back—of course, there was nothing to lean back on, so she nearly fell.


Sitting back up, she cleared her throat. "Well, I.." 'Tell him the partial truth.' She started over. "I don't really know much about my family," truth-ish,"I left them when I was young, so I don't know what's become of them," truth,"I started out as a thief, but a man took me in, and I learned how to kill," truth,"I didn't know anyone—that well," she caught herself, eyebrows furrowing together.


'Wait, would that be a lie or truth?' she wondered, but quickly waved it off.


;;"If, perhaps, we had known about you before the king was murdered.." 'Not so far!' she ignored her conscious. "Then I'd probably be somewhere else, with my family, no assassin-ing or thieving, and he wouldn't have.. have..." she let it drag on, her heart throbbing in pain. That's when she heard someone humming something, and she stopped all-together. Turning back to Sigurd, her whole demeanor seemingly changed.


Her eyes twinkled with mischief. "Stick around and maybe you'll find out?" she told him, her tone making it sound like a question.

 

[Atrophia Sanguinis]

Sigurd



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He peered at her, trying to piece all the information together like scraps of cloth. What had she meant if she'd known about him before he assassinated the king? Had it affected her so personally, this assassin? He also noticed she hadn't given off anything that wasn't vague. She didn't want him to know. Sigurd understood that. He didn't want others to know his full story. He didn't mind the threat of people trying to find his weakness, he had none really. Sigurd just didn't want to relive a hell that haunted him. Plus, there was all the things he'd done in the past that pegged him as untrustworthy. The cynical thought brought mirth into his eyes.


"Stick around and maybe you'll find out?" she told him. She said as if a question. As if it were a prize. Or maybe she was just checking if he was that interested. He glanced at the nearing new comer and looked back at Silas. He nodded. "Maybe." He said cautiously and turned slightly to Creed, who was humming to himself. 'Nother traumatized nut job, eh? welcome to the club, brother. Sigurd thought dryly.

 

[AzileQueen]

Silas

((Did a certain someone pass out again?))


;;Silas looked around, her eyes averting Sigurd's.


The two orbs landed on the hummer. "What is going on exactly? Seems like you guys got yourself into quite a mess." Standing up, she offered Sef a nod. "Yes.. the guards weren't so pleased with the ruckus we were causing. Arthur could tell you about it, but he's getting bandaged up," the woman paused, motioning towards Sigurd with an incline of her head,"Sigurd is the next best thing. I'm, however, going to see if I can't plan on getting information from inside the city." Brown eyes narrowed as she noticed the scars on Creed, but eventually she wandered inside the cottage from the back.


;;Opening the wooden door with a creak, she observed her surroundings. It was a small house, to be sure, but there were still walls and rooms. She heard Kelda's seductive voice, and she reeled back from the main room. Hopefully Granny wasn't witnessing something nerving. On her right, she noted a door slightly ajar. Striding into it, the first person she saw was a shirtless, bandaged Arthur propped up on a bed. "Arthur," she greeted, eyeing the shelves loitered with books, potions, and all kinds of brewy-witchy objects. "How are you doing?"


@Kj carswell, @XxLuluxX, @Zakkachu

 

[XxLuluxX]

Kelda Folkvar





"I think It would be worth it though" Kel laughed, with a small yet humourous shake of her head. She continued to play around with the end of the dark lock; looking at him with the slightest of frowns. "How did you even manage to meet Arthur? A mercenary and the head guard. It sounds a little peculiar" Her head tilted, now locking her emerald gaze with his.


Kelda had always been too naive. Too trusting. Some would take advantage of it, knowing that she was weak. That weakness disguised within tall walls, built up to protect her from ever again having to deal with the melancholy of losing someone else. Someone close. It was first her sister, then a man who promised her the world at only sixteen. Her adventures led to the death of others. Each she'd cry for, but the tears did nothing but bury her deeper. So she turned her back on the memories, letting them haunt her at night... But in the day? The light of the sun? She was free. Careless. Now there was a group, each having secrets eating away at them, and a man whom seemed to have a genuine kindness within his eyes. Would the young woman turn her back once again? Simply to save her heart.


@One Mean Ghost


The Raven


Arthur looked up from the clay cup of herbal remedy. Eyes sparking with recognition. "Ah, hello. Silas was it? Siddown lass" The ex-commander gave a crooked grin; sitting up with the slightest of flinches crossing his features. "I hope my state doesn't offend you. Haven't had the chance to get changed." Clearing his throat with a cough, he put the empty cup on the ledge beside him. "Im doing well. Considering my outbursts this morning. Quite the introduction, yet I believe we haven't really met in all officiality" With that he held out a hand to shake, almost jokingly. " 'Traitor' to the lands, at your service. I apologise for dragging you into this. No doubt all our faces are pinned up on Wanted Boards."


@labyrinthecho

 

[One Mean Ghost]

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"How did I meet Arthur? Well that's actually an easy one... You see, the King can't send an army to deal with every threat in the kingdom. There were some threats that needed to be dealt with off the books. You see, the old King didn't want people knowing his life was in danger. It would have put people in a panic, but he had many people out for his life to usurp his power. Sending guards after them would put all that in the limelight and make the people terrified. Instead, the king sought out a mercenary to take out these targets off the records. To the people, these individuals had been murdered. Only the king knew it was assassination.


Now, The king couldn't send just anyone. A poor mercenary could be induced to talk. So Arthur got to hand select mercenaries for these jobs with the full authority of the king. After I showed him what I could do, he sent the rest home without telling them what they had been called for. From that point on, I was the King's dirty little secret. A mercenary on his payroll meant to dispatch individuals that would try and overthrow the good king" He chuckled as he scratched at his beard.


"And of course, they had to send me with a handler to keep tabs on me, and Arthur himself volunteered, presumably since he's the only one who stood a chance against me" he remarked with a shrug. "From that point on, we just became friends, albeit after we went at each other's throats a few times." he snickered.


He raised his eyes to meet her gaze, as if seeing there were things she wanted to talk about, but maybe didn't know how.


"So what's your story? How did a sweet thing like yourself come to find herself among this particularly cheery crowd?" he asked raising an eyebrow at her, his gaze never breaking from hers.


@XxLuluxX

 

[XxLuluxX]

Kelda Folkvar





Kelda paused a moment, pursing her lips. "...I got offered another job is all. Not that they're particularly glamorous jobs, delving into tombs and crypts for some godforsaken piece of the past...But, strange thing is, I find it enjoyable. So I guess Im pretty much made for it" The young woman laughed lightly, before sighing. "We lost a few people here and there. Rival 'companies' with more experience. That kinda thing. We were just doing it for money and a few laughs; one big trip of a lifetime. Shame it ended a few lifetimes in the process"


Her hand pulled away from his hair, dropping into her lap limply. "There's been better memories out there shall we say. Just a sorry abundance of bad ones. Im sure everyone here has got a few worse memories to contend with. The group is...Diverse you could say"


"It was all over this gauntlet. Supposedly the corpse who had the armour, had been some kind of great warrior. Some said with the gauntlet you'd be gifted with his spirits protection, or something along the lines. Rumors were everywhere about it. There was me, Roy, Linda, Jacob and Alexander. Jacob was the first to go, arrow in the side of the head after we were spotted and chased by another company. Then Roy...We don't know what happened to him. He got hit, then in the midst of it all...We lost him. Just started running. Alex in the end, we found him hanging from the ceiling; in parts. Real sadists that got them, I hate to think what it was like since all we did was run. Although me and Lin managed to stick a few with our blades, not that it dented the force of numbers. I got the gauntlet in the end, and ran both of us outside. Once we got it back to the buyer, the two of us splitted ways. She decided to go overseas and start over. I went back to my past instead."





@One Mean Ghost

 

[One Mean Ghost]

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"That sounds a devilishly awful lot like you ran into Black Lagoon... Those guys are notorious, even among mercenaries" He shook his head. Black Lagoon were, for lack of a better term, Seekers. You wanted something found, they found it, and killed anyone that got even the slightest bit in their way. "I've got my own bone to pick with those assholes. In my line of work, I've crossed paths with them numerous times. Every single time, they've tried to kill me because they think I'm going to interfere" he rolled his eyes. "Now I just kill those idiots on sight. One of these days I'm going to find the guy in charge and take great pleasure in tearing him apart piece by piece." he frowned. "I know it's hardly any consolation for your lost friends, though"


He rubbed her back a little bit, not sure what else to say. He was a mercenary, showing sympathy wasn't exactly something he was adept at... He was trying at least... It was strange seeing her like this. He couldn't recall her being upset once since they had met. Scared maybe, but never sad...


@XxLuluxX

 

[Melisena]

Sef woke up and found himself sitting down on the floor leaning against the wall, rubbing his eyes yet again and thought "Again? Did I pass out again? There must be something evil flowing through my veins. Or I'm just really hungry. When was the last time I eat something?" Sef got up from the floor, stretches the stiffness away and walks near to Silas and asks "Can I join you and your friend?" Sef yawns before asking Granny "Hey, Granny, right? I haven't eaten in probably two days and was wondering if you have any food to spare?" ((I'm so sorry this response took awhile, I have been busy with IRL stuff lately))