Don't you die on me, damn it!
I'm more or less just waiting on everyone else to post at this point, Nevix in particular. I just figured you lot were busy but, a week is a long enough wait.
CadenGallic
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Pepsiman's apprentice, Pepsimaxman.
STATUS: If your ears are burning, it means someone is talking about you. Usually they're saying "He's on fire." 10 yrs ago
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If your ears are burning, it means someone is talking about you. Usually they're saying "He's on fire."
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Notice: I'll be going away from the 9th to the 19th, I might still be able to update at least partially, but I can't confirm this, so expect me to be absent.
10 yrs ago
This land is littered with lunatics and killers, they smile like crocodiles while they beat you like gorillas.
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Name's Caden Gallic, been going by that name for a good few years now.
Long time RPer, maker of ideas and characters and stuff, love creating in general.
I like vidya games. Movies and stuff. Books and manga.
Um... I like cheese?
That's all I can think of.
Long time RPer, maker of ideas and characters and stuff, love creating in general.
I like vidya games. Movies and stuff. Books and manga.
Um... I like cheese?
That's all I can think of.
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I'm more or less just waiting on everyone else to post at this point, Nevix in particular. I just figured you lot were busy but, a week is a long enough wait.
Dren was given a moment of quiet to think about his situation. Here he was aboard this ship. Thus far he had no reason to trust any of them. But he was a smart man, not some common vagabond. He could think his way out of this, surely.
He glanced at them each in turn. The fox was the one who worried him the most of the lot... those eyes. Something struck him about those eyes... not to mention after a single utterance he had somewhat leapt upon the chance to belittle him. He'd need to keep an eye on him. There was simply something off. Then there was the large engineer fellow... he didn't look particularly threatening. Chances were he could just be a middle man for the more important players, an intermediary of sorts. He felt doubtful about considering him a threat... but then this last one, the one who'd gone and fetched him. Dren remained unsure as to his purpose in all of this... he certainly seemed to have an agenda parallel to the rest. These three were the important ones, he considered... were he given the chance, he could name the lot of them and perhaps escape further accusation as a result. He might still be able to salvage some reputation if he made for a far away city for the time being.
"Get you to Lindblum? Do you take me for a bodyguard?" he inquired with a sideways look at him, hand grasping the ball of his cane. "And what kind of job could you possibly offer me? I'm not exactly unconvinced i'm riding with unrequited fellows at present." He was aware of his snippy tone at this point, especially toward the individual who seemed to at least be somewhat kind... but this whole thing stank anyway.
He glanced at them each in turn. The fox was the one who worried him the most of the lot... those eyes. Something struck him about those eyes... not to mention after a single utterance he had somewhat leapt upon the chance to belittle him. He'd need to keep an eye on him. There was simply something off. Then there was the large engineer fellow... he didn't look particularly threatening. Chances were he could just be a middle man for the more important players, an intermediary of sorts. He felt doubtful about considering him a threat... but then this last one, the one who'd gone and fetched him. Dren remained unsure as to his purpose in all of this... he certainly seemed to have an agenda parallel to the rest. These three were the important ones, he considered... were he given the chance, he could name the lot of them and perhaps escape further accusation as a result. He might still be able to salvage some reputation if he made for a far away city for the time being.
"Get you to Lindblum? Do you take me for a bodyguard?" he inquired with a sideways look at him, hand grasping the ball of his cane. "And what kind of job could you possibly offer me? I'm not exactly unconvinced i'm riding with unrequited fellows at present." He was aware of his snippy tone at this point, especially toward the individual who seemed to at least be somewhat kind... but this whole thing stank anyway.
Dren frowned at the individual speaking... he felt an odd sense of familiarity untoward him... he couldn't place it, but something definitely struck him about this particular person... and yet here they were antagonizing him. The utter gall of it, he thought.
"I came here to watch a play and now i'm a target of the land... I would say I am innocent in this situation, I have done nothing to be a part of this and yet I am thrust into these matters of which I have no stake." He defended himself with a slight ruffle of his coat at the end of his sentence. No-one was truly and completley innocent, of course. That was utterly impossible. Yet in this situation, Dren truly believed he had done nothing to deserve this. He turned back to the other fellow and showed him the bottle. "Yes, it is self brewed. I trade for ingrediants and glassware then create my wares. They're all very potent, I assure you." he swished the bottle around a bit as if to prove it.
"I came here to watch a play and now i'm a target of the land... I would say I am innocent in this situation, I have done nothing to be a part of this and yet I am thrust into these matters of which I have no stake." He defended himself with a slight ruffle of his coat at the end of his sentence. No-one was truly and completley innocent, of course. That was utterly impossible. Yet in this situation, Dren truly believed he had done nothing to deserve this. He turned back to the other fellow and showed him the bottle. "Yes, it is self brewed. I trade for ingrediants and glassware then create my wares. They're all very potent, I assure you." he swished the bottle around a bit as if to prove it.
Dren followed him indoors... he looked around. Surrounded by people he didn't recognize and had no reason to trust... this day couldn't possibly get any worse, could? And then lo and behold, they were going to be attacked. How was it he, a man of his statue and position, had ended up amidst what he could only assume are terrorists? Why else would they have stolen the ship like this? He was just a civilian in this kind of situation... did they seriously expect him to fight alongside them? Well with the young man's question, that sure seemed to answer itself...
"Well... I know my black magic." He held his cane below the head as if to demonstrate. "And i happen to be carrying an assortment of curative items. Phoenix downs, elixirs and the like." He jostled his sleeve slightly and a bottle slid into his hand to demonstrate, containing the elixir."Don't tell me you're expecting me to fight amidst... these people." He cast an untrusting eye around the interior of the ship.
"Well... I know my black magic." He held his cane below the head as if to demonstrate. "And i happen to be carrying an assortment of curative items. Phoenix downs, elixirs and the like." He jostled his sleeve slightly and a bottle slid into his hand to demonstrate, containing the elixir."Don't tell me you're expecting me to fight amidst... these people." He cast an untrusting eye around the interior of the ship.
"Ye gods..." Dren glanced over the side of the ship down below at where the bomb had hit... jeezus, innocent lives lost... this was not part of his business. He was a merchant, not a murderer... nor a cohort TO murderers. He looked back to the strange individual with a slight tilt of the heat and adjusting his top hat.
"W-what?! Coming after us?! I'm not a part of this, what have you even gotten me into here?!" Dren demanded to know, but followed him regardless. Even if he didn't trust this stranger as far as he could throw him... right now Dren didn't exactly have a lot else to go on. He was a little scared and considerably confused, having arrived here just to watch a simple play and now being plunged into some deadly scenario with soldiers nipping his heels... even his spells and items wouldn't match a platoon of soldiers.
"W-what?! Coming after us?! I'm not a part of this, what have you even gotten me into here?!" Dren demanded to know, but followed him regardless. Even if he didn't trust this stranger as far as he could throw him... right now Dren didn't exactly have a lot else to go on. He was a little scared and considerably confused, having arrived here just to watch a simple play and now being plunged into some deadly scenario with soldiers nipping his heels... even his spells and items wouldn't match a platoon of soldiers.
@Alan Hawke Never a problem.
Incidentally, i'm waiting on more posts just so people can react to the Sheriff and we can move things along a bit.
Dren, finally raising his eyes to see someone... again, someone he did not recognize. Certainly not someone in uniform at the very least, so chances were this wasn't an opportunity to arrest him... still, he kept a firm gloved hand on his cane as he stood up fully.
"Is it now? Well that's bloody good..." He grumbled, running a hand over his cloak briefly to flick it back into tidiness. "So, what exactly is going on now? I heard the explosion and... the screams. What in the name of blue hell has happened on this ship?" He was incredibly frustrated, having been drug into such a seemingly sordid affair against his will... and now with no clear way to get back to Alexandria. Oh if word of this got around, his reputation would be ruined...
"Is it now? Well that's bloody good..." He grumbled, running a hand over his cloak briefly to flick it back into tidiness. "So, what exactly is going on now? I heard the explosion and... the screams. What in the name of blue hell has happened on this ship?" He was incredibly frustrated, having been drug into such a seemingly sordid affair against his will... and now with no clear way to get back to Alexandria. Oh if word of this got around, his reputation would be ruined...
- Benny and Others
"Alright now, let's keep it civil gentlemen." The bar goers quickly turned to look at the open door as Sheriff Mullins strolled in, hands at his hips and close to his holster. He approached the poker players and Benny, keeping a calm look on his face. He tutted slightly, seeing the broken glass on the floor. "Now boys, it ain't worth disputin' so hard over a piece a music, is it? He's playin' anyway, so don't go causin' trouble over it. We got plenty room in the cells if you wanna take it further." He advised the instigator, keeping a calm head. The rest of the bar goers looked to him with respect, all others in the bar would too see his actions.
- Cal
As the tension in the bar settled a little with the arrival of the sheriff, the bartender turned back to him.
"Well... last tell I hear of Jaggy, he's working with some fella over by Horn Rock, southeast of here. Rhonda's pretty easy to find, just look for wanton destruction and corpses... check near Oldcon to the west, the place is abandoned, she might be there." The bartender advised him, looking to the bounty board. At this rate, he'd need to put up new posters...
"Alright now, let's keep it civil gentlemen." The bar goers quickly turned to look at the open door as Sheriff Mullins strolled in, hands at his hips and close to his holster. He approached the poker players and Benny, keeping a calm look on his face. He tutted slightly, seeing the broken glass on the floor. "Now boys, it ain't worth disputin' so hard over a piece a music, is it? He's playin' anyway, so don't go causin' trouble over it. We got plenty room in the cells if you wanna take it further." He advised the instigator, keeping a calm head. The rest of the bar goers looked to him with respect, all others in the bar would too see his actions.
- Cal
As the tension in the bar settled a little with the arrival of the sheriff, the bartender turned back to him.
"Well... last tell I hear of Jaggy, he's working with some fella over by Horn Rock, southeast of here. Rhonda's pretty easy to find, just look for wanton destruction and corpses... check near Oldcon to the west, the place is abandoned, she might be there." The bartender advised him, looking to the bounty board. At this rate, he'd need to put up new posters...
- Jaron and Glenn
"Ahhhh, now that's what I call service!" the old man said gleefully, happily flinging the letter to them and enjoying his drink, taking a hefty 5 Hds from Jaron. The letter couldn't have been a day old and was written in a most elegant manner with a pure ink pen, a rarity in these times. The letter, read as such.
"Dear Libby
I simply cannot stand to be apart from you any longer
I know your father does not approve of our love, but that only makes me desire you more
We must run together, flee to a place that will accept our emotions
I will see you at Horn rock, my dearest, I have friends there that will allow us to leave this pitiful little town behind
A place in Neo Vegas for us both, my darling
That is where we shall be wed
All my love
Abner Hogan."
Horn Rock happened to be due Southwest of Primafrontier, about a half mile away.
"Ahhhh, now that's what I call service!" the old man said gleefully, happily flinging the letter to them and enjoying his drink, taking a hefty 5 Hds from Jaron. The letter couldn't have been a day old and was written in a most elegant manner with a pure ink pen, a rarity in these times. The letter, read as such.
"Dear Libby
I simply cannot stand to be apart from you any longer
I know your father does not approve of our love, but that only makes me desire you more
We must run together, flee to a place that will accept our emotions
I will see you at Horn rock, my dearest, I have friends there that will allow us to leave this pitiful little town behind
A place in Neo Vegas for us both, my darling
That is where we shall be wed
All my love
Abner Hogan."
Horn Rock happened to be due Southwest of Primafrontier, about a half mile away.
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