Drag

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Cain dropped the last few feet, hitting the ground with a near silent thud which he normally wouldn't allow but in this case he was in a hurry. He hadn't yet known that the claw handed woman was privy to his skulking but he was well aware that the group was on their way out and didn't seem keen on slowing down to enjoy the view. Breaking into a sudden sprint Cain began running towards the wall that held Falke's main gate, his velvet tread propelling him forward like a ghost as he leapt towards the wall and began scaling it with frightening pace.

"Hey a coin!" the archer said as he bent down atop the wall to pick up a discarded silver piece, he eyed his new prize with joy as he held it up to the sun, gleefully unaware of the black figure darting behind him and jumping clean over the other side of the wall.

Cain almost slammed into the tree, his momentum had carried far enough to grab hold of one of the branches but almost made his body collided with the base. Luckily he managed to get steady and pull himself to overlook the group. He hadn't usually followed someone at this speed but most of his targets were content to stay in their manors and stand out in open balconies were there'd no doubt be several vantage points to deal with them.

Cain followed the group for a few more moments before deciding it was time to do something rather foolish and confront them, but he'd taken some precautions to no doubt tip things in his favor if need be, all he really wanted at present was answers and money, preferably in that order. Cain dropped down from the tree in front of the group and their hulking golem, despite the dramatic entrance Cain wasted no time standing straight and dusting himself off, eyeing each one of the people he confronted. He'd known an assassin who liked to make an entrance like that, did roughly the same thing and was shot in the chest with an arrow just as he began his standard monologue.

Cain continued dusting off the dirt from his hands as he continued looking his cold gaze over the group. He bowed slightly before speaking as if he were popping in for some small talk.

"Introductory." He said after the courtesy bow "Made your acquaintance earlier" he added, gesturing towards the golem. "Explanatory. From the commotion in the market you may no doubt know the guards aren't going to investigate on my behalf, have to take matters into my own hands. Curious. You." He pointed to Denise "Want to know exactly why your pet came after me."

He glanced over at the gilded warrior who didn't appear to be particularly liked by anyone, but that was fine, neither was Cain.

"Further introduction. Seen you around Falke, obvious, hard to miss, most likely attracted wrong attention down the line, sloppy. However, heard your desire for fighters." He looked towards the rest, the cloaked woman and the clawed lady "Reassuring. Primary reason for arrival, simply want information and if possible, employment, capable fighter, guaranteed, demonstration if required but would rather not waste arrows. Require payment now or when funds are available and free to join, travel light, prefer to remain introverted so will not disturb companions."

Cain paused slightly, his face and demeanor never changing.

"Warning. If nothing else, would not recommend attack, want answers, that much is a certainty. But must stress that leaving without providing some or deciding to kill me is ill advised." He gestured towards the gates, further away but still in sight. "Good fighter, not enough perhaps to kill all four of you and golem, but enough to last, enough to make noise. Guards do not like noise, especially from strangers. Whole city could potentially be alerted if need truly arises, very bad."

He placed his hands behind his back, all official like, yet his eyes and brows were still locked in a bored looking state.

"Summarizing statement. Provide the minuscule answers and I shall take my leave, or, if the golden one wishes, will accompany for a perfectly reasonable fee, will stay somewhere near the back. A mercenary who does not deviate from the contract until its completion. Awaiting. Will of course let you decide among yourselves for that last proposition."

Despite Cain's very presence and requirements being completely absurd to anyone else, Cain seemed relaxed as if this were a commonplace arrangement. Even for him however this was slightly strange, he wanted answers for his attack but in reality they were secondary, he was just very very poor at present. However he was odd enough that he was sure they wouldn't pick up on it, the gilded one most likely just wanted someone to act as another meat shield for her and Cain was quite confident in his abilities to avoid such a role. He stood still and awaited the response that he was fairly sure would be confusion to annoyance.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

@Drag just for clarification where is Cain right now? Near the gate I know but where exactly and was intent to be visible before they went outside the city, or to follow people out past the gates?

@bobert778

@bobert778 From what I read he was scaling down a tower or a wall angled such that goldie and the rest cannot see him. Chambala saw him only because she was some distance away and had visibility from her position ^^

@rivaan

Pretty much ^, he was just making his way down, the idea was to confront the group from where they stood over the attack or now that they're leaving, follow close by and get an answer when they're no longer discussing anything of importance.

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

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“Hrgh.”

Voyt grunted to himself as he gripped his left arm and forced it back into place, luckily Justin’s kick hadn’t completely dislocated it but his arm had been throbbing ever since he disappeared into the streets. Ordinarily Voyt would go straight underground or anywhere to lay low with authorities prowling the streets but with this tournament taking place all manner of odd people prowled through Rio, a cowboy wasn’t much out of the ordinary at present.

Voyt was much more concerned with the fact that his target had eluded him, well annoyed would be more apt. He’d had the MAVERICK runaway all but dead, one shot to the temple and he’d either be dead or nursing a very splitting headache, either one didn’t matter to Voyt. Then he’d take the body and the robot back to his employer, naturally things didn’t go as planned. But he’d catch up again with Justin - besides he had others on his list to deal with in Brazil.

Unfortunately, Voyt had to “check in” with his employer who was currently residing in Rio, Voyt guessed he preferred to be close to call if anything went against his wishes. A status report wasn’t necessary but Voyt’s employer had paid extra to include it so Voyt would oblige, even if he’d rather continue on with his job. Voyt made a mental note on who he’d dealt with and who was left as he moved his left arm around, ensuring its movement was satisfactory with a slight crack.

The gunslinger squinted his eyes at the sun before continuing down the barren street, sand being kicked up by his steps and his tattered poncho blowing in the wind like a cape.

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‘I may not always love you…
...But as long as there are stars, above you.’

First words I ever hear, they play it whenever I’m awake on an old record player, favourite song I think. I look at them through orange liquid and smudged glass, talking amongst themselves as they half heartedly check screens and push buttons. Memories flooding into my mind, see medals pinned on my chest and see myself dying in myriad of different ways, another body amongst the foundations. But they aren’t me, realize that after they flash by, begin seeing the old west. Sometimes saving someone, sometimes stopping bank robbery, sometimes killing a man, sometimes bragging about things over dying campfire. Always die at the end, never ride off into the sunset. Reality of the situation hits and I scream, can’t breathe and body in agonizing pain, they don’t look up, flick a switch and some clear liquid rushes from a tube into my neck, I don’t wake up.

‘You never need, to doubt it…
...I’ll make you so sure about it…’

acrid smell assaults my senses, sour, firing a gun for the first time. Compact assualt rifle in front of a desk, shooting at cardboard bodies, aim for head. Every shot, every bullet, fired in a straight burst, right through where a man’s forehead would be and then the wall behind it, no spray or missed round, all deadshot's going right through the first created hole. Scientists behind me crack open a bottle of champagne and congratulate one another, one of them playfully slaps me on the arm and says something about gold. I eye the other guns on the table, a sub-nosed silver revolver lies amongst advanced automatic weaponry, I reach for it and begin firing at the range whilst the celebration continues behind me.

‘God only knows what I’d be without you.
God only knows what I’d be without you.’

Red lights flashing as hands clasped around scientists’ throat, one of the heads, Thurman I think. Watch with gaze of a wild animal as the life drains from his eyes and he tries in vain to claw at my face, blood along the walls as screaming travels through the distance, look back at dead mercenary, go to take rifle before stopping and gazing at the practise armoury. Shuffle forwards like zombie and claw through a box of pistols, see .22 caliber Colt Diamondback, black as midnight. Pick it up and roll the cylinder, loaded, begin walking in direction of screaming; red lights flashing all the way.

‘God only knows what I’d be without you.’
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Voyt tried to open the door to a run down apartment yet it wouldn’t budge, he pushed it again yet it stayed stubbornly in position, Voyt glared at it for a moment before slamming his shoulder into it causing the door to fall completely off its hinges instead of simply open. Voyt gave an annoyed sigh as he stepped over the door and disappeared up the stairs of the building.

Voyt wasn’t exactly sure what he was expecting but he still raised an eyebrow at his employer. A rail thin man with receding hair and a neatly combed moustache, sat on a silver and black wheelchair with a brown brace around his right leg. The man spoke with a soft English accent and tapped his cane as he spoke, Voyt took one look at him and assumed he was a man of considerable status and didn’t enjoy wasting time.

“I’m a man of considerable status.” he said barely above a whisper. “And I don’t enjoy wasting time.”

“You’re late.” A man in a black suit who stood next to the employer said with a frown to Voyt. “You were expected a half hour ago.”

Voyt shrugged “Had machinery problems on the way here.”

The man in the wheelchair raised an eyebrow but continued on. “You may recall my name from those who contacted you. For the duration of our time here, you will call me The Jackal, a simple codename to ensure my identity and presence is kept a secret.”

“Don’t I get a nickname?” Voyt quipped with the same bored face he always carried, this was met with another frown from ‘The Jackal’s’ associate who opened his mouth to speak but was stopped by his boss.

“I called you here for a simple update as well as a small readjustment to the contract” He said, ignoring Voyt’s mockery. “Who have you dealt with thus far?”

Voyt remained quiet for a second before speaking, his voice slightly hushed. “I killed A before he left for Brazil, wasn’t compliant, had to be done. D and Y traveled in a pair, D is dead but I subdued Y, she’s in the agreed upon dead drop.”

“And the rest?” The Jackal asked with some concern in his voice that confused Voyt for a moment.

“Pending.” Voyt replied. “I almost caught J and S but the locals swarmed in before I could collect. Either way they don’t know who specifically sent me so I assume your secret will remain quiet, they have no reason to suspect you.”

The Jackal nodded “Kill them next time they are encountered anyway to be safe.” His face grew serious as he moved on. “Now onto the readjustment… I have a request, from now on after you’ve dealt with a target…” Voyt raised his eyebrow “I wish for you to extract a small drop of their blood, living or dead it’s no difference, but soon after they’re dealt with.”

Voyt stared at him for a second to assure that The Jackal wasn’t making a joke.

“Their blood?” Voyt said disbelievingly “What do you need it for?” he asked, for once curious of a client’s intentions.

“That doesn’t concern you.” The Jackal said stoically, his knuckles turning white as he tightened the grip on his cane. “Your employment carries a no questions asked policy provided the agreed upon terms are met, and in this case they are. I will provide you with some vials and an extractor, as well as a small bonus for this unforeseen change in circumstances.” He continued on, which slightly annoyed Voyt and he said so.

“I pick and choose my jobs, I’m freelance. Either you tell me what you want Nomad’s blood for or I walk” He said, voice still low but with a slight edge of life and defiance to it now.

The Jackal smiled. “You are free to, but despite your personal opinion of me I do carry influence to my name, even just a customer of yours I can spread the word of your negligence. Perhaps word gets around that your bought loyalty comes with random insubordination, perhaps even betrayal if the client is paranoid again. Your livelihood comes to a screeching halt, you are left a killing machine with nothing to kill. A mad dog with nothing to keep it in-line.” The Jackal’s smile lessened but his tone was no longer as cutting “I will not divulge my intentions to you, but you do have my word that it is nothing malevolent, it is for… Personal reasons.”

Voyt didn’t buy it and looked over and lingered at the door.

“It is merely a small bit of extra work for a larger payout, no added preparations for you either, it has all been dealt with.” The Jackal added, seeing that he had more or less dissuaded the gunslinger from any rash decisions. Voyt stayed put and went back to his standard demeanor of indifference.

“You’ll be given the items required in the lobby. Deal with the others specified and that couple from earlier, I'm sure most of the people you seek are lounging around at that tournament.” The Jackal said giving a dismissive wave. Voyt stared at him for long enough that The Jackal’s associate began to inch his hand towards the holster in his coat pocket but Voyt left without word or complaint.

“Good dog.” The Jackal said with one last self satisfied smile. “Shall we?” he asked looking up at his associate who took the handlebars of his wheelchair and began to take him into another room, both of them disappearing into the darkness of the unlit motel room.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Things are getting spicy now!

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

If somebody makes an IC post in two days I'll love you forever.

@Mr Allen J

I was in the process of writing one last night, gonna finish and hopefully have it on its way today

The Coney Island Dominators

Believe me I'm workin' on it. Got two other rp's and college, Dojo's internet is down rn but I'm working my way through all the lore related stuff and maybe working a lil more on the sign up but this hasn't been abandoned.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Thanks, Drag!

@lavulman

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

Falke, Main Gates

Cain sat silently atop the gate's watchtower, watching the strange woman and her golem converse with the golden warrior, he then glanced over as another woman hid under a thick brown cloak walked up to them, he couldn't hear what was being said but was busy trying to remember where he'd seen her before.

Cain then recalled her as the woman who'd clashed with the golden knight earlier, he'd guessed she was either demanding an apology but given the current events of today Cain wasn't really placing much stock in the obvious being the case. Behind the robed woman was the huntress with the claw hands, it took significantly less time for Cain to place her due to this very obvious characteristic.

Whatever they were planning was irrelevant at this point, if they paid Cain he would come along but his goal at this point was to get some answers on that golem from earlier. The woman in control of it was certainly exotic which led Cain to believe more would be at play here than previously though, employers sometimes made him jump through hoops prior to a job to see what he could do but this had no real guarantee of anything and was a random act that concluded as soon as it began.

Cain looked up at the sky, dawn was fading, his usual time was approaching. They were leaving so it was now or never if he wanted to get answers. Like a cat, Cain began gracefully scaling down the tower where he would then meet with those who had caused him no end of grief today. As he neared the bottom of the main gate, sticking to the side so he wouldn't drop directly in front of the party.

The Obivec Isles: Battle for Abbaden [Lore Rich, Lots to Explore]

I'm sick and I've spent far too much energy ranting online about video games today but I drew more creepy Choir shit, as promised. Now featuring 20% more obscured lore!

Sisters of Aramice

Also, Wall Scroll Update: It has dethroned my Metal Gear Rising poster and taken its place until they can both find spots of their own in my room.

@lavulman

ONLY THE STRONG SURVIVE

RULES OF NATURE!!!!!!!!!!!!

World Warriors: The Nomadic Fist (Quirky Fighting Game Influenced Roleplay)

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Lucas didn't smile back, instead making an effort too but the fear still extremely evident on his face. As Seven-Seven and Justin left, Lucas made a feeble attempt to wave back but they had already left by the time he worked up the courage to actually look in their direction.

Lucas sighed and looked back over to the monitor, his eyes then caught wind of the man from before, a soft cast around his hands as he gave Lucas a glare that quickly returned the fear in his heart. "I'm going to kill you." he mouthed with venom sending a shiver down Lucas' spine.

"I SAID I WAS SORRY!" Lucas said in a mixture of desperation and anguish, startling another burly fighter next to him who glared at Lucas with a frown.

"S-sorry." Lucas mumbled to the fighter next to him as he rolled his eyes and returned back to what he was doing. Lucas slid into a corner and shrunk down as small as he possibly could.
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Justin and Seven-Seven made their way through the streets of Rio, their departure going unnoticed by the many fighters still present at the arena attempting to grab as much media attention as possible. They conversed among themselves as Seven-Seven suggested they might find some odd jobs around the market places where people were less likely to ask questions whilst in search for helping hands.

The duo continued towards one of the entrances into a particularly bustling market place, stalls with colourful banners selling various memorabilia, knock-offs and gaudy jewellery next to bored looking vendors stoically selling produce, clothes that looked like they were from goodwill and just about anything that could have a price tag slapped on it.

The two observed this for a moment before Seven-Seven remerged back to her cheery disposition, eagerly speaking of all the opportunities the two had as Justin looked around his new surroundings.

“I-..” Seven-Seven began but suddenly electricity began crackling around her body as she let out an involuntary cry of suprise. She tried standing upright or to begin moving but the electricity slowly brought her down to her knees as her inner workings and subroutines began firing up to find a way out of this predicament. Justin in surprise yelled out Seven-Seven’s name and rushed towards her, a sudden gunshot at his feet stopping him in his tracks. Justin stared towards the source of the firing and frowned as a man in a cowboy hat emerged from the shadows of a nearby alley. Justin looked back at where Seven-Seven was still incapacitated and noticed the sudden blue flicker of a now exposed electronic tripwire, he faced the perpetrator once more.

“Oh boy, another freakshow,” He began with a frown as the figure emerged fully. "You know, I was starting to get bored. I was just wondering what kind of gimmick the next one would have." They began circling one another as the market goers either fled or looked on at Seven-Seven and the two men. The attacker didn’t respond.

“So,” Justin looked around, he checked every corner. "Do you want directions to the Brokeback Mountain convention? Because it's right around the corner." He threw a thumb behind himself.

The attacker finally spoke, a low baritone that carried no real anger or malice to it.

"Funny guy. Some people want you dead. I’m just here to collect; nothin’ personal. It’s just business.”

Justin raised an eyebrow for a moment at the mention of him collecting the price on his head which quickly went back to a frown, he decided not to probe for who and find that out after he beat this clown.

“Wow, you're just as colorful as the others.” Justin snarked, the two still circling one another as the gunslinger twirled his revolvers around, which was really starting to annoy Justin. "By now, you would dramatically announce your name. So, what is it?"

“No.” the gunslinger said but for a moment he narrowed his vision at Justin and simply rolled his eyes, it didn't really matter.

“It’s Voyt.” he said simply.

"Voyt... let me tell you; aren't the first freakshow to come after us..." Justin began, winding his arm up. "... and you aren't going to be the last."

"You’d best shut up and draw.”

The two stopped and stared one another down. Shoppers and vendors alike began filling out, sensing that something very bad was about to happen. The sand swept across Justin and Voyt and for a moment, everything was still.

The two then broke out into a sprint towards one another.

VS.