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Post by Helios on Nov 27, 2016 1:42:13 GMT -6
even in the darkest days,
this fire burns, always! Clutching the tattered cloak tightly around his body, a lone man's amber iris' stared aimlessly into the bonfire dancing in front of him. It crackled, burning away fuel desperately to keep itself alive - without it, surely it'd fade. Flames were very much like children, and as such, they needed to be tended to tended to lest he wanted to be out again in the cold tonight. Thankfully, there were no distractions tonight, and it was deathly quiet, but it simply gave him all the more reason to keep his eyes open. Quiet nights like these were the worst kinds out in the wilds. Full of Grimm and unexpected enemies alike. You never knew what to expect, especially when you happened to be travelling alone.
Alone.... He wondered how long it was since his exile. At this point, the crimson-clad hunter had already lost count of the days of his exile since the death of the only friend he had in Rift. Though he knew the King would never call him back again, but somewhere in his mind, he'd at least call him - bring him to his side when the war started. Why didn't he? Why was it that of all people who called him, it was his adversary who wanted to see him rot in the darkest depths of the Kingdom's prison. Was it simply because he was disloyal to his king? Or was it because he performed poorly as a knight in his eyes? Only the former king of the Rift could possibly answer his questions, but at this point, the answers were with him in his tomb. If - there was one. The former knight highly doubted that the treacherous dog sitting on his friend's throne was kind enough to provide the enemy he'd slain a grave when he disgraced his body by beheading him.
His head was paraded by the Legion's forces throughout the kingdom for everyone to see. The thought of it caused him to ball his hands into fists, nails digging into the palm of his hand to a point that it nearly bled. For a while, he heard of an uprising within the kingdoms, but rumors were no more than rumors. If that was case, then he had to find a way to get in - and find out if they were truly dedicated to the cause of throwing off the current king.
However, his attention was immediately ripped away from the fire when the sound of twigs snapping, and the leaves rustling in the distance entered his ears. In response to the potential threat, he instinctively gripped Hellion at his side and glared at the moving figure. At first, he thought it was one of those creatures, but he deemed that it was far too small to be one. The figure posessed humanoid shape, and was much shorter in comparison to him. Even so, the male refused to let down his guard. When the figure came into a full view, Helios' grip around his weapon tightened. This one in particular seemed to be alone, but why were they travelling in middle of a night? Surely they realized such dangers.
"Y'either got guts, or yer an idiot travelin' in middle of a night like this," The man huffed, "Whadd'ya want?"
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Post by Alice Cornell on Nov 27, 2016 9:37:57 GMT -6
[nospaces] [attr="class","oneword1"] [attr="class","fromyou1"] @ulla you can technically have as many notes here as you want. go crazy.
you don't have to be afraid of me
It was always an interesting time making her way through places in Rift. She didn't mind the long roads that cut through the forest, or the abundance of Grimm outside the capital city, or even the odd, uneven network of the small settlements out in the surrounding areas. In a strange way that she couldn't quite place, she found all of it sort of charming. It was an imperfection, but not a hindrance, that lended a unique sort of flair to Rift that the other three nations could not replicate. It was like looking at something handmade, a sculpture or a painting, and finding the value in all the little ways that it differed from expectation and reality. It made Rift...endearing.[break][break]
That wasn't to say that the trips were enjoyable, though. Rift tended to attract quite the dull crowd when compared to the other three nations. stuffy-looking white collar types were the most commonly visited by her, as they held the juiciest tidbits of information about the underbellies and shady dealings of many companies, from local to international, and that was definitely the sort of thing she could use for leverage against some big players. A war can't be waged on bread and promises, after all. Before she would be able to build up her connections and become a bigger fish, she needed to hook herself onto something she could leech the life out of. CEOs ripe for blackmail. Her favorite snack.[break][break]
This trip, however, was special, in that she had come here not to blackmail someone, but simply to meet. To talk. Hopefully, to agree. Power players existed in all fields, and she definitely needed some more manpower behind this little project. Someone gullible, or someone with connections, that would have been nice as well, but power won out here, difficult to gather or not. She sought out those exiled from kingdoms and spoken of only in whispers across the bartops at taverns and as distant memories in the minds of reminiscent old men. They were hated by their nation, and likely hated it in return, and she would give them a chance to see it burn. [break][break]
She had only taken note of this man when she traced in a few old ancestry documentations that one of her clients had managed to dredge up and saw his name, recognizing it after having heard a story about him during the battle of Rift. It boggled her mind how an exile could fight for a people that renounced him, but she was not one to judge character. Her gentle stroll down the forest path, having picked up the trail he was on after a few weeks of careful searching, and using some of her more generic-looking "disguises" to tail him discretely, had brought her to a forest out in the wilds, away from people. Having gone off-path, she assumed he would set up camp when night fell. She did not fear the Grimm. They did not care much for her either, for some strange reason. They hadn't for quite a while now. She made her way deeper into the forest, off the path, around the area where she had seen him go. By the time she had deemed it safe to enter the forest, a dark night had fallen over the area. Her keen eyes picked out a fire, and she made her way towards it casually. It was him, she could see from a distance, but by then, he had noticed her. [break][break]
"Y'either got guts, or yer an idiot travelin' in middle of a night like this, Whadd'ya want?"[break][break]
She'd expected someone who spoke with a bit more of a formal tone, especially since the man had once apparently held quite a high rank in some form of nobility, if her information was correct. He was also gruff, and somewhat...bear-like. He was an intimidating man who cut quite a menacing figure standing against the flickering light of the bonfire, but she was no coward. She strode forward gracefully, a calm smile painted across her features, and spoke softly.[break][break]
"I've gotten a bit turned-around finding my way home, seeing as I lost my map. I'm just hoping for some warmth and light in this cold night." She unfastened her sword and held it by the sheath in front of her, a sign that she was armed, but carried only that. "Do you mind if I stay here for a bit?"
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Post by Helios on Nov 28, 2016 5:06:43 GMT -6
even in the darkest days,
this fire burns, always! The crimson-clad hunter's eyes narrowed in suspicion at the woman's sudden appearance out of nowhere. She had a rather slender and innocent-looking figure like that of porcelain dolls that he saw on the shops, and was rather unassuming unlike some of the acquaintances he'd came to meet during his travels, but if his years as a hunter, as well as a knight taught him anything about people, looking at others' appearances had always told him very little about them. Slowly, the male turned to get a better look at her and pulled the cloak closer around his body to keep the appearance of his weapon hidden from her. As he'd expected, she didn't come here empty handed. At her side was a typical arming sword, complete with a housing for it, too. His amber iris looked around, his eyes were already well-adjusted to the darkness to pick out any form of ambush from both humans and Grimm alike.
"I've gotten a bit turned-around finding my way home, seeing as I lost my map. I'm just hoping for some warmth and light in this cold night." She calmly smiled at him, even going as far as showing that she was armed, "Do you mind if I stay here for a bit?"
"Hn...."
Home, out here? The larger hunter sat himself down on a broken down log in front of the bonfire before setting the Hellion down at his side. Though still yet suspicious, the male quickly came to realization that there wasn't another town for miles around, and to be quite frank, he was in the same boat as much as she was (though he'd never admit it). After letting out a small, but irritated sigh, he reached into his pocket and took out a box of cigarettes that was clearly labeled: 'Viper - Unfiltered' in series of bolded letters, a Satek brand, which was rather unexpected out of a former knight of the Rift. One would expect to be more... 'formal', if not, more 'noble-like' as people might have told him since he was a former nobility.
But such things never suited him.
Taking a deep drag on his cigarette, the amber-eyed skeptical blew the noxious cloud of grayness in the woman's general direction. After letting the ashes from his cancer stick fall from the ground, the man silently turned his attention back to the fire, throwing another piece of firewood he'd managed to cut into the ever burning fire with an unquenchable hunger. After giving a moment or two, he saw that the woman still hadn't come to sit down. Once again, the hunter turned his attention back towards the plain-looking woman with a sword in her hand.
"Shit, th'hell are y'waitin' for? Are y'gonna sit down, or not? Don't tell me yer actually plannin' on actually standin' there twiddlin' yer goddamned thumbs in th'background after tellin' me y'want to be near my fire." He took another puff on his cigarette once again, "Y'expected me t'say somethin', or doest th'fair lady need a mat t'sit her ass down with?"
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Post by Alice Cornell on Dec 6, 2016 19:50:41 GMT -6
[nospaces] [attr="class","oneword1"] [attr="class","fromyou1"] Helios let me know if you see this, friendo
you don't have to be afraid of me
The man guarded himself, and quite well at that. She could see immediately that he didn’t trust her, and that was fine. She didn’t trust him either. Trust wasn’t absolutely necessary for this, it came down mostly to goals. They didn’t have to trust one another to have the others back, the only needed to trust that the other wouldn’t out them. Besides, the worst that would happen to her is she’d have to go into hiding for a few weeks and increase the drain on her aura while she was out and about. He, on the other hand, would find the rest of his life very difficult. The Fang was always looking for heavy hitters to take out of the game, and if she served them up one on a silver platter…an uneasy truce is still a truce. Having the Fang out of her hair for a while would be beneficial.[break][break]
Still, that was only plan B. As much as she would like fewer annoyances in her life, she’d rather have this man fighting alongside her than rotting in the ground. He kept the cloak around him, but that was telling enough. Despite her earlier statement, the night was rather mild. He wasn’t pulling it closer for warmth, he had something to hide. She didn’t like guessing, but past experiences led her to assume it was a weapon. She would keep on her toes - young as he may have been, if the stories were true, the man fought with the unbridled rage and power of a cyclone. [break][break]
He lit a cigarette and took a deep drag from it, blowing smoke in her direction. He was wary of her, but didn’t fear her. Confidence in his skills...or recklessness? Perhaps a bit of both, she mused. He turned around and sat back on his place at the fallen log beside the fire. She hesitated,as he had not answered, and it wouldn’t do to offend someone’s sensibilities on the first-[break][break]
"Shit, th'hell are y'waitin' for? Are y'gonna sit down, or not? Don't tell me yer actually plannin' on actually standin' there twiddlin' yer goddamned thumbs in th'background after tellin' me y'want to be near my fire."[break][break]
Excuse me?[break][break]
"Y'expected me t'say somethin', or doest th'fair lady need a mat t'sit her ass down with?" [break][break]
Well then, she wouldn’t have to worry about offending this man. If his vulgar speech was any sort of indication, he would not be phased by anything but the worst of what she could muster for everyday talk. She stepped closer to the fire and knelt down a few paces away from him, holding her hands up to the fire in a show of warming up. In all honesty, she was plenty warm already. The few Grimm that had passed too close to her had been enough to keep her muscles moving outside of the simple stroll she had taken, and it wasn’t like it was a bad night anyhow. [break][break]
Still, the man certainly had the right idea. After all that walking, a smoke break sounded nice. She reached inside her wide sleeve cuff and pulled out a small metal tin, about the size of her hand. She flicked it open with a metallic *pop* and took two items out: the first was a somewhat worn out metal flip-top lighter, the second was a cigarette, pure white, and pinched off at one end. She lit the pinched end and gave it a few experimental puffs, before taking a long drag off it and exhaling it slowly. Tobacco smoke with a tinge of mint filled the air around her, and she sat down properly on the ground, leaning a bit with her feet off to the side. [break][break]
“You’re certainly one of the more interesting strangers I’ve met.” A glass of wine would be nice about now too, not that it was really an option. Idle conversation with a man who could make a sailor blush would have to do for now. As she mulled over the thought in her head, it just made her want the wine even more. This wasn’t really something she had the patience for sober. “You out here camping?” He wasn’t and she knew that, but she didn’t know the reason he was out here. Inconsequential as it may be, it would at least satiate her curiosity, perhaps even give a bit of a glimpse into how she was to go about her recruitment.
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