BARTLEBY AND SHIN: -------------------------------- Morag: "What are you, some child?" Bartleby blinked as the intimidating Orc woman started belittling him so suddenly, giving a high pitched eep at her stare, and simply taking it, trying to look as composed as possible, but giving out a quivering slight chuckle at her words, the eccentric man putting his hands up to his chest defensively and speaking up, obviously frightened but keeping a brave face on things as professionally as he possibly could. "W- well no, i'm not a child! In fact i'm a grown man! U- uhhehe.. G- grown and well! N- no need to get so violent! I m-" His words were cut off when the brutish Orc continued, tensing up and starting to bend his legs just slightly to begin running if the worse was about to happen, he then started to think to himself just before she began talking. -------- [i]"Oh come on, I talk to the first person I see, and she's on the wrong day of the moon cycle! And it just HAD to be an Orc, oh this is just my god damn luck!" [/i] -------- Morag: "Killing them won't be an easy task. They're too advanced, our best bet is to- What manner of creature is that?" Bartleby suddenly sighed with relief and laughed a little before his laugh became much more depressing until he gave a sorrowful sigh, he was thankful that she wasn't going to rip him in half and dice him to bits, but to have his attention took over by the boulder on his back was just plain wrong, that, and even having to speak about his waddling Reon destroyer, gave Bartleby an unpleasant feeling, and decided to speak up with a little less enthusiasm. "This? Oh... May I introduce you to my cat! The walking bastard! At least I hope he's a bastard, lord knows, if there's more of him around i'm half minded to set the world on fire to quell his clan of cat! Do cats have clans? Whatever! In any case, his name is Shin... I wish he didn't have a name, but they all have to have one, I can't exactly go around screaming "cat!" everywhere, right? All he thinks about is eating, and eating and eating more, oh and he knows what we're saying, so try to be nice, this thing'll crush you..." The huge, boulder of fat on top of Bartleby's shoulders gave out a low and bored meow, whilst it breathed heavily, staring into Morag's eyes with its greedy, large ones, not even looking away from her and continuing to stare rather ominously, while Bartleby continued to listen to Morag speak. "I am Morag-Nog, talented orcess inventor. If I can get my hands on some Red Legion weaponry, perhaps I can figure it out. I will do all I can to assist." ------------ [i][i]"ZOUNDS!"[/i][/i] Bartleby thought to himself. [i]"If she gets her hands on that tech, i'm out of a job! Easy Bartleby boy, easy, you can simply steal it before her! If she wants to race for tech, we'll just have to beat her before she beats us... Literally! For now, let us just come up with a way to ease up her suspicions!" [/i] ----------- Bartleby thought for a moment whilst he simply smiled and gave a bow, gripping the hat upon his head as he bowed with it, showing off his ginger set of swept back hair in the process, the male gave a closed smile and proceeded to speak again. He needed to bullshit into the system somehow, he had to keep his fear down and act proud and fearless, easier done than said, he was a born to be liar, and if there was one thing he was ever good at, it was that, and so, bartleby walked beside her as she began to walk away and smiled, his tone of voice totally changing from whiny and cowardly to more upbeat and excited. "Oh don't you worry about me, lass! I'm Bartleby Sterling! One of the most famous men in all of Talbor! To not have heard of my feats is a insult to my work! You may think of me as some rag-tag simpleton but you have not seen anything yet! To not have me by your side would be sending you to your own death! And to have such a strong Orc woman die so shamefully would be tragic! Listen, those guards are wimps, they couldn't protect a cat from butter! But you, you're strong, powerful! You could do many things! I was testing you to see if you truly had brains, nobody wants to associate with a wimpy, half baked noble, right? I test people on their first meetings, and if you want those weapons, you'll need ME to help you get them! Never judge a book by its beautiful cover, but you don't have to decide now! I'l be around town and if you don't wish to die, don't let pride engulf your noble soul and feel bad about getting assistance, because with Bartleby Sterling, anything is possible, especially when it comes to the red legion... Have you ever killed one? The reason why i ask is because I have... and I happen to know a weakness of theres... don't know how long it'll last before they fix it, but I know it... Think it over, lass, i'l be in town, you'll know where I am, unless your too afraid to fight alongside a legend like myself, I understand, either way, ciao!" Bartleby smirked and slowly walked backwards and around the corner, vanishing from sight of the orc and from Iro as he placed his back against a wall and wheezed, giving a muffled scream into his palms and looking downwards, giving a whimper as he shook in terror, WHY did he have to lie so heavily, and now if she finds out he's all talk, he's really going to lay into him! Bartleby couldn't help but picture the gruesome way he could die, and through all this he gazed down and whimpered in a low, mournful voice, walking away and shaking from the fear of what he was getting himself into. "And... And now Bartleby... You've pissed yourself...!"