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Post by Ciaran O'Brien on Sept 3, 2016 1:04:29 GMT -6
 I AM NOT A BAD MAN even though i do bad things VERY BAD THINGS such horrible things Ciaran lazily yawned into his mechanical hand as he lazily looked at the time pass by for his supposed 'ride' while sitting on top of a cool boulder beneath him with his sword on his lap. Moving hurt his body, more so than sitting. So, he chose to sit here rather than stand. The meeting point for his new assignment was relatively far, which was actually long ways off from his usual area of operations. To be honest, he didn't know why Sayf had called him all the way out into a middle of a godforsaken nowhere like Setek, but then again, he never knew what was exactly going through that man's mind. The swordsman liked to believe that he was actually good at reading people's character, but the boss he'd worked with for a while now was an unpredictable enigma. However, when he talked to him, his intentions were clear and it was no short of crazy. No different than the ramblings of a madman in one of those funny houses. "Maybe I really should stop that guy."
That was what went through Ciaran's head after working for him for a few times, but the swordsman remembered time and time again that his son's life was in this man's hands. He was the only man who could save his son, but also kill him just as easily without moving a single finger. The swordsman watched the way the man worked, the way he fought. He studied him from the background, staying out from places he was unneeded. After all the battles he'd participated in, he found the man was no short of deadly. A force to be reckoned with. Even he found it in himself doubting that even he could take him on in a straight forward battle. As the sun rose from the distance, a cloud of sand flew past him, forcing the swordsman to wince a little in order to keep the sand particles from getting into his eyes. Then, in the distance, he saw a figure, unfamiliar figure - cloaked in mystery like one of those desperado cowboys he'd read in books as a child, wondering through the harsh deserts. The cloth certainly wasn't someone from his side. He could tell by the lack of appropriate markings - and the face certainly wasn't familiar either. Perhaps a traveler, like him? Whatever the reasons may be, Ciaran gently hopped off of the boulder to get a better look at the newcomer. Then, he felt his suit medicating him with its daily dosage of its usual painkillers. The drug worked miraculously. He had to hand it to the cult leader, Sayf had his way with the connections."Lovely day to be wondering in middle of nowhere with oceans of sands all around us" He greeted the traveler, "So, do tell me: What brings you here?" « tag: nada // notes: jetstream ass » |
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Post by Ferr Aesir on Sept 11, 2016 21:05:14 GMT -6
 With his feet shuffling through the sand, Ferr lazily made his way through the desert. His breath was becoming long and drown out similar to his hope of reaching a settlement. He was not too familiar with this territory and the events of recent history made him depressed. Along with that Ferr was wrapped in a cloak given to him by a trader. While it did offer some relief the armor he wore beneath it burdened him greatly. Instead of protecting him it instead cooking him from the inside thanks to the heat. Should he remove a single piece a stream of sweat would surely come rushing out. With his sword and shield also weighing him down, Ferr was sure he wouldn't make it for long. He had a little water in his pouch. But at this point it was probably boiling from the rays of the sun. As his eyes became fixed on a figure in the distance, Ferr thought back to what the hell happened to make him fall into such a pathetic state. It began as a simple bounty. He had taken note that someone had been running from the law. A murderer that was known for being very crafty. Wishing to take the mission himself, in the name of justice, he went looking from the criminal. James Woodstone. The man was in a hideout somewhere in the sands. After some information gathering Ferr discovered his location and confronted him. Within minutes of the confrontation James stole Ferr's motortrike and rode off. The knight went after him but due to exhaustion, he began drifting to the side. At this point, James could be miles away selling off Slip to some scum. The thought made Ferr want to drop to his knees. And in all seriousness, Ferr did drop to his knees. He did so as he reached a lone bolder with a stranger standing by it. While it was rude, Ferr didn't reply to the man when he asked him his question. Only when he took out his water did Ferr respond in a way to the man. By waving the canteen around, he waved at Ciaran before down the warm water. " I got hijacked." Ferr said simple before pulling out his shield. While it might have been an improper use of his weaponry, Ferr lifted the shield into the air and used one of it's ice Dust crystals to create a semi-dome around him. He had controlled the dust's path in such a way that it blocked the sun. It might not be much but it did cool him down a little. " Was after a bounty. The man took my ride. Probably selling it now. Bastard that man is. If I see him i'm clocking him in the damn face." MADE BY VEL OF GS |
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Post by Ciaran O'Brien on Sept 14, 2016 2:52:16 GMT -6
I AM NOT A BAD MAN even though i do bad things VERY BAD THINGS such horrible things A few questions ran across Ciaran's mind when his eyes became fixated on the man who was approaching his direction: One, why was this man wandering in middle of a desert alone? And two, why was he wearing a suit of heavy armor and heavy equipment in the midst of scorching heat? In the swordsman's experienced eyes, the younger man in front of his very presence seemed to be of those wide-eyed idealists he used to be so long ago. A knight-errant, for the lack of better wording, perhaps. He didn't seem all to hesitant to showing his status either with all those cumbersome plates that he wore. If it the circumstances have been different, he'd be laughing at the man out of amusement, but instead, he found himself pitying him just a tad. "I got hijacked," The man replied.
PFFT.
WHAT."... Excuse me?" Ciaran asked, containing his laughter, "You got hijacked. In middle of a nowhere? Well, admittedly, there are much weirder things in the world, but young man, you've officially amused me. So, what happened?" "Was after a bounty. The man took my ride. Probably selling it now. Bastard that man is. If I see him i'm clocking him in the damn face."
Now that Ciaran thought about it, he was also after a bounty, which his boss had sent him out on to claim. It'd earn him extra cash to send to the hospital for his son's care, but in return, remove a thorn at Sayf's side. The man he was after had been known to rob all sorts of things in his way. He was a typical highway bandit, but a slippery one. Hence he'd been sent out to dispose of him personally, but what he didn't expect was a competition on his head. Well, competition can come later, the swordsman's mind was at work of perhaps making use of this boy. "Well, would you look at that, I'm kind of after a bounty myself!" Ciaran remarked, "But that doesn't mean we can't work together. I'm not sure if you're after the same guy as I am, but whether that's a case or not... two heads - or, er, two swords are better than one, don't you think? Even if we take two, we can split our bounty half-and-half!" Walking up to the armor's male, Ciaran wrapped his arm over on the younger man's shoulders. "Besides, I can use a company. Think about it, two hunters on a journey to stop a wild criminal out in middle of nowhere! They should make an action flick out of that." He laughed, "Well, you don't have to take the offer if you don't want to. This old man's quite used to working alone, y'know."
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Post by Ferr Aesir on Sept 17, 2016 23:57:48 GMT -6
Ferr was just starting to regain some level of comfort when the stranger began speaking. Taking the cloak off of his back, Ferr quickly removed his platted armor. A literal wave of hear escaped and flew upward into the atmosphere along with a sigh of relief from Ferr. He shot the older man a glance when he made his proposal. "Well, would you look at that, I'm kind of after a bounty myself!" Ciaran remarked, "But that doesn't mean we can't work together. I'm not sure if you're after the same guy as I am, but whether that's a case or not... two heads - or, er, two swords are better than one, don't you think? Even if we take two, we can split our bounty half-and-half!" Two against one? That was no way for a true, honorable man to fight. Looking away into the warm and earthy hued sand, Ferr narrowed his eyes before fully shutting them.
It was not a head-on nor true fight. But then again, most of the time you couldn't go head on agianst a foe he you lost to. This criminal was crafty and sly. A certain skill set was needed to take the man in. Sadly Ferr didn't have such a skill set. But perhaps this man did. It was a chance he had to take. As he took a swig of his hot water Ferr nodded. "You might have a point Sir. I'm not one to actual take the money though. But I will be taking some of the pay. Bastard really had to go and mess up my plans. Nothing every really works out. You know? But I hope we could just get the guy. A murderer like him needs to be behind bars somewhere."
After sitting there in the shape crafted by ice for a time, Ferr managed to reset his temperature. He clovered his bare chest with his cloak before looking back to Ciaran. "If we will work together. We should at least share basic information. I am Ferr Aesir. Odin of the Aesir Clan of Legion." As he said this Ferr began to stand up and offered his hand for a greeting.
If Ciaran had known anything about Legion, he would know the name Aesir. More than likely anyway. The family had been involved with major battles along side the military of Legion. Seen as the strongest family with the strongest warriors. It might be weird or even awkward knowing their leader, the Odin, had been hijacked. What was this world coming to?
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