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Post by BeeBR00741 on Jun 25, 2009 15:47:26 GMT -5
Just as she was rounding the stairwell, Tommy lazily walked in, looking about in many directions. "Tommy!" Ocean yelled as she quickly flew down the stairs, her balance off as she almost fell on the last step. She glided over to Tommy and gave him a hug. Tommy was puzzled and gave her a questioning look.
"I know I've only been working here for a while Tommy, but it seems I have gotten myself into some trouble again, and I must be off, I wanted to properly thank you for your hospitality." Ocean answered his look. Her cyan eyes meeting with his dulling brown ones. Ocean gave Tommy one last hug and then exited the bar sadly. She checked her small sac of items, making sure she had not forgot anything meaningful or needed and with one last look at the small tavern, she met up with the man.
Ocean was still skeptical of him, she had yet to know his name, and why so many had feared him. Sure, he was built, and was scarily intimidating, but she saw through his rough exterior, she could always get a vibe from people, since birth she had a weird sixth-sense for things. She shrugged it off, and awaited commands from the stranger.
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Post by The Mammoth on Jun 25, 2009 18:38:46 GMT -5
"Let's go, we'll talk when we're out of the city." Cervantes said, moving down the alley, checking behind him every few moments to ensure that he hadn't left the girl behind. He moved quickly, keeping Vengeance below the roofline, making sure he wouldn't be easy to spot in the alleys. He hoped that they had moved fast enough, by his count, the entire guard would be moving now.
Cervantes was weaving through the alleyways when he all of a sudden stuck his hand out and pushed the girl out of sight behind a bunch of trash. He looked over at her and lifted his hand to his mouth. He had dodged to an adjacent alley, being he was too large to hide in the rubbish. He poked his nose out as the guard in the area had passed, and then got her attention and began moving again.
Before long, they were out of the city, and once outside the city limits, he stopped, turning back to the girl.
"Sorry for the shove." He said, nodding his head in approval that they escaped without further bloodshed. Cervantes didn't wish to bring any more trouble to the girl, and killing a few dozen guards with her behind him would have been a sure way to do that. Now that they were clear, Cervantes offered his hand to the girl for a handshake.
"Name's Cervantes Alagade." He paused, "You're free to do as you wish, but I wouldn't suggest going back there, the guard will recognize you and this will have all been for nothing. I'm going west, feel free to come, I am obligated to look out for ya since its my reputation that drug you into this mess." Cervantes admitted, shaking his head...
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Post by BeeBR00741 on Jun 25, 2009 19:16:59 GMT -5
Ocean accepted his hand, smiled and replied, "Pleasure to meet you Cervantes, I'm Oceanaiia, but I'd prefer Ocean." She let go of his hand, and gathered her thoughts. "You actually did me a favour, I've been looking for an excuse to get out and start travelling again, and so it happened." A sincere smile rose unto her face, and contemplated his offer. If she were to go with him, she'd have someone there to converse with, instead of being alone, like the first few years after her father was killed.
Her past got the best of her and she remembered the countless hardships she endured. Womanizing men, starvation, looters, just about anything wrong, went wrong. She had decided. She would travel with him for a bit, just enough so until she gained some money and a weapon, seeing as how she had not practiced her combat skills in quite some time.
"If you don't mind me coming with you for sometime, I'd appreciate it," Ocean gazed up at him, knowing he offered, his acceptance still meant something, she didn't want to feel intrusive,"I can travel alone, but I'd much prefer to be with someone." She smiled lightly.
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Post by The Mammoth on Jun 25, 2009 21:01:34 GMT -5
"Then lets not waste any more time. We have a good half day of light left." Cervantes said, turning and heading west. He knew their progress would be slower with two, but it would make the work easier. He also knew that the nearest proper town was around 70 miles to the west. It would be free from the royal guard as it was a warehousing town, completely run by merchants and "businessmen". Cervantes expected it would be a good place to find the proper equipment for Ocean, as well as a good place for him to restock without being harassed by the guard.
"We're heading west to Burgham. Not exactly the safest of places, but we'll be free of the guard and most problems that come with them. We'll also likely be able to find you some gear and find out how much the guard know about you. If its enough, things could get ugly clearing your name from mine." Cervantes grinned.
He reached into his belt loop and pulled out a small blade he had kept with him from a while as a backup weapon. To him, it was small, to her, it would be a good sword. He handed it to her.
"I assume you know how to use it?"
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Post by BeeBR00741 on Jun 26, 2009 11:47:59 GMT -5
Ocean smirked at him, snatched up the sword, and slid it safely into her boot."Whatever you've got works for me." She looked up to the sky, she sensed something, not knowing what, she thought it was just paranoia and shook it off,"We going to leave anytime soon?" She grinned towards her new friend, well she thought so anyways, awaiting his next move. She didn't want to feel like a lost puppy following their owner, but until she knew clearly what was happening, she had to be dependent on his decisions.
Ocean made sure everything was tightly secure, gave Cervantes a salute and stood there patiently. Her attitude was very optimistic for now, she'd let time tell how her attitude would change. Ocean wished she could suggest some things, but her time working at the bar has left her not in the know about the recent happenings. Sure she heard some things from the men who would come in, if it was worth repeating, but she would rarely listen, keeping to her waitress agenda. She huffed at her stupidity, and hoped the world hadn't changed very much in the few years she was gone.
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Post by Novalyyn on Jun 26, 2009 17:45:14 GMT -5
"Mind if I come?" Calvmic stepped into view with a friendly smile. "I'm generally not one to believe in fate and all that, but this does seem like a quaint little coincidence." Actually, he'd all but been trying to find them. The young man had been paying... "special" attention to his surroundings, careful of who he got too close to while at the same time doing what he could to conceal his presence. He hadn't been invisible or anything, just a bit harder to notice. To his knowledge, actual invisibility wasn't even possible. As he stood, Calvmic's eyes ran over the female standing there, though the look was carefully trained not too seem overly curious lest someone be offended. She was familiar... the pretty little thing from the bar, wasn't she? This didn't seem something to be expected of her type - but then, maybe he had misjudged what her type was. ((Sorta cheap, but too bad. ))
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Post by The Mammoth on Jun 26, 2009 18:04:16 GMT -5
"If you don't mind the guard wishing you dead on sight... That's what you'll get traveling with me..." Cervantes nodded, accepting his offer.
He immediately began moving much quicker than he usually walked. While he was traveling, he didn't waste any time, as there was usually no fear of a drawn out battle in the wilderness. He moved at the head of the group, keeping the pace and ensuring that they were on the right track. He didn't know how well the others knew how to navigate and travel, but he had lived his life moving from town to town, so he knew that he could get them there. Traveling with the sun as it began to fall along the horizon, Cervantes finally came along the road.
He was relatively silent for most of the journey, not exactly knowing what to say. He was waiting for the others to say something, as he wasn't exactly the conversational type. Once on the road, he finally slowed down and spoke, "We should stay within sight of the road, but off of it so as any patrols will not come for us."
Cervantes began moving toward the northern side of the road, aiming to travel just out of sight of any wandering patrols. If need be, they could drop to the ground and be impossible to see on the horizon. Cervantes, despite his reputation, didn't seem to be interested in killing the guard...
About an hour before sunset, Cervantes stopped and suggested they take up camp. There were various trees and brush along the road to make shelter. He suggested they move further north to avoid their fire drawing attention from the road. With that, he started moving toward the north and set down Vengeance where they would make camp. He walked over to a smaller tree and reached down to the base. Grabbing on with a fierce grip, he twisted and pulled, cracking the tree at the base and finally freeing it from the ground. Breaking it apart with his hands for firewood was a task he enjoyed, it was a way he kept his strength up as it was rather difficult. Once that was finished, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a flint, flicking across the reinforcement bars on Vengeance to start he fire. Nodding in approval of the fire, he grabbed some of the meat that he had bought from the bazaar and began cooking on the fire, he was sure everyone would be hungry after a half day of traveling. He finally spoke up,
"I think we'll make it to Burgham tomorrow a few hours before sundown if we keep the pace."
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Post by BeeBR00741 on Jun 26, 2009 18:33:23 GMT -5
Ocean had forgotten how tiresome travelling by foot can be. She realized she should have kept in shape while working at the bar, it was an awful mistake not to. The long while they've been walking has left her tired, dehydrated, and starved. 'Should have brought some food on the road..' Ocean thought gruffly as she fell to her knees after Cervantes lit a fire. Her sore stricken body weeped as she crouched and the only remedy she could think of was an icy bath.
Her face contorted in pain as she sat cross-legged by the fire. "So, can't wait to have some grub, eh?" Ocean smiled to both the men, trying to lighten a darkened mood. She'd hope they would follow suite with optimism, they looked like they needed it. She looked over to the man who had joined their group at the last minute, smiling she said,"I'm Oceanaiia, from the bar, but I prefer Ocean, and who might you be?" He seemed to be rather reserved, and paranoid, she hoped her open mood wouldn't offend him.
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Post by Novalyyn on Jun 26, 2009 19:08:32 GMT -5
Regular guards weren't what concerned Calvmic. Even those who were among the better-trained still only had the regular skill of a man to draw upon - Rhynn had a little more. Besides, as they traveled, the big man seemed plenty careful to avoid being seen, which made it quite possible that Calvmic would never be associated with him anyway.
When they stopped later on, the young man had noted that the girl didn't seem particularly happy, and also that she clearly wasn't used to travel. When she addressed him he smiled and offered his canteen, saying, "Calvmic. A pleasure to meet you, miss Ocean."
To Cervantes, he asked with a small, polite smile, "Just out of curiosity, is that enough for either of us as well, or is that the sort of portion normal to you? So I know whether or not to prepare something as well."
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Post by The Mammoth on Jun 26, 2009 19:26:35 GMT -5
Cervantes chuckled, "I can't eat that much... It's enough for the both of you." He paused for a moment before introducing himself to the newcomer, "Calvmic, I'm Cervantes." He offered his hand to him.
As he cooked, he looked over at Ocean, who was seemingly suffering from the pace that Cervantes had set. He shook his head, "I guess I pushed a little hard." He didn't apologize often, so that was his way of saying sorry. As he cooked, he observed the newcomer. The man carried himself as if he wasn't scared of much, but seeing him fleeing in town made Cervantes wonder what exactly he was running from.
Nonetheless, Cervantes continued cooking. It was done soon enough, flame charred and roasted on sticks. He handed one to both Ocean and Calvmic. He smirked as he bit into his own portion. He had taken a portion of equal size to the others, surprisingly. He smirked as he bit into his food, watching the people with him carefully.
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 26, 2009 19:26:45 GMT -5
*my turn * Shar had searched and searched, but the wytch was nowhere to be found. She swore; that old fart had kept her back after all, allowing the magic-misuser to escape. Expecting an uproar when she returned, Shar would mention this there. For now, she needed to find that woman. Retreating to the rooftops, she scanned the alleys as she passed over them, fairly unnoticed by those below. If she didn't hurry up, the guards would get itchy, and the last thing she needed was more bodies in her wake. Wherever this wytch was hiding, she would use magic again, and Shar would be there when she did so; they simply couldn't control themselves, which was what made them so dangerous. Finally retreating to a back alleyway, she had no sooner walked out the end of it than she was set upon by several spear-wielding nitwits. "Stay where ya are, bandit!" one of them flapped, reaching out to take her arm. Shar instantly smacked the hand away as if it were a fly, demanding "Keep your talons to yourself, hawk, and tell me what idiotic charge you've placed upon me." Two of them jabbed their spears at her, and she backed away before they hit her. "Silence, you! 'e saw ya runnin' across the rooftops. Isn't another that does that who ain't running from the law. Now come quietly or I'll-" Shar slapped the hand away again, warning him "Try that one more time, and you will regret it." Infuriated, he ignored her, this time grabbing her arm with surprising speed. However, she grabbed his, and with barely a flex, snapped his wrist in two. Shock, surprise, and pain came to the guard's face, his mouth opening and closing like a fish as he tried to mouth something; the other two guards stood there, dumbfounded. Few resisted arrest without getting punished for doing so. Standing there, Shar crossed her arms and awaited the inevitable. When the guard recovered, he gasped at the other two "WHat'erya st...andin' there fore?! KILL... HER!!!" No sooner had the words left his mouth than Shar snapped a hand forward, incapacitating the first guard. The second took a few unsteady steps backwards, giving her the room to complete a roundhouse snap kick to his chest, sending him into a pile of horse crap that'd been left carelessly on the street. Barely perturbed, she dusted herself off and continued on her way, ignorant to the guard's cursings and swearing at her. There would be others now coming after her; she groaned to herself, knowing there'd be more fighting. Oh well, ignorant fools never did stand Shar's solid logic or warnings very well. She'd take out an army of them if they stood between her and her objective. Hell, they might even be protecting the do-wronger. That thought disturbed her deeply... It was time to move on. She had lost the trail (no thanks in part to that twit of a master), and the city guard wanted her dead. No doubt the word would travel, but she didn't care. Whether it be ten or ten thousand, she would fight to the death if necessary, though she would have preferred to overcome this misunderstanding; they assaulted her first, however, and she had defended herself accordingly. Already she hear the shouts from the guards nearby. Yeah, it was time to leave this town behind and pursue her prey elsewhere. And there was the matter of the second source she had detected. Maybe it was a feint, but it would still be necessary to check out. Even if it turned out to be false, it would give her an idea of the scope of her prey's abilities and powers, useful information for the hunt that was sure to come.
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Post by BeeBR00741 on Jun 26, 2009 20:30:01 GMT -5
Ocean politely accepted the offering of a drink from Calvmic's canteen, she handed it back to him and replied with,"Pleasure to meet you, and thanks." She smiled and accepted Cervantes meal he had prepared, it looked like an offering from above because of her grumbling stomach. She smiled at Cervantes, nodded her had, and said,"No worries, I'll soon be fine, just need to find some water to bathe in, if that's possible."
She gratefully took a bite out of the meat, savoring every chew. Her stomach would be very happy after she was done eating this. Her paranoia was acting up again, she felt as though something, or someone was catching on to them, not as fast as they would like, but slowly but surely getting there.
She shook her head in haste,'Why do I keep getting these vibes?' She questioned herself, gazing up to the sky. It was twilight, and the sun had just set, leaving a pretty orange glow left behind it. She loved this time, when it wasn't night, but it wasn't the day, it was perfectly in between. She sighed, remembering the pictures she use to draw for her father on the road. She took another bite, and contemplated on asking the two men about their lives.
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Post by Novalyyn on Jun 26, 2009 22:28:12 GMT -5
((Switch, isn't it "faint"? "Feint" is faking a move in combat, isn't it?))
Calvmic stretched over to shake the man's hand, those he glanced at it for just a moment first. He also nodded to the woman. As he ate his share of the meal, Calvmic pondered about this pair. The big man seemed to have more going on that just brawn, certainly... perhaps there was more of a mind there than he had first assumed. Still, he bet the man was still fairly simple, socially, the sort who made it easy to tell if he was trying a serious deception. Best to keep wary, of course, as with anyone. And the girl... what exactly was she doing here? It was naive of her to assume her safety with two strange men - unless, of course, she and the giant actually knew each other, which made it all the more he'd have to be careful should he decide to pursue her. And of course, it was possible that, while she seemed unaccustomed to travel, she still had a fair idea how to take care of herself - quite possible, in fact, by how she'd kept quiet and not actually complained about the trek.
"So," he started pleasantly, deciding to get some talk going and see what he could learn, "how was it you two ended up together?"
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Post by Da Pwny on Jun 27, 2009 2:22:33 GMT -5
*feint means to fake, to mislead, though it is normally in terms of military and fighting. you could also call a bluff in poker a "feint" cause they faked you out on purpose. its used properly i believe.
*EDIT: "faint" means to pass out from exhaustion, fright, or whatnot. so no, that would not be the right term at all for the context "feint" was used in.*
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Post by The Mammoth on Jun 27, 2009 9:55:07 GMT -5
Cervantes let out a heavy sigh, beginning slowly, "I am... one of the most wanted men on this planet. A bounty hunter, a thug, an assassin. You name it, I've probably done it. I've not done such things in a while, but the law never forgets. The guard noticed me in town, and attempted to arrest me. Ocean spoke up on my behalf, and they, being the overzealous bastards that they are, attempted to take her in for their form of questioning. I killed them, and suggested we skip town, as it was my existence that caused her the trouble." Cervantes didn't mind telling the story. He wasn't ashamed of his past, he didn't fear it, he didn't even mind it. He just didn't want that to be what he was anymore. He had no desire to be feared, no desire to murder, to hunt, to torture. The reasons for this were his own.
He finished his meat, tossing the stick into the fire, before looking up. He didn't ask for the stories of either of his two companions, figuring they would offer up the information if they so desired. Cervantes wasn't one to pry, nor did he care all that much. He shifted positions, leaning on Vengeance and staring into the fire. He was sure someone else would break the silence, but Cervantes was not the talkative type, so he'd leave it to the others to spur the conversation, and respond when need be.
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