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"Surely sir," Eryx speaks up, gesturing with his right hand between himself and Isago. "You can see the resemblance can't you?" He asks, smirking slightly under his mask. The pale man with snow white hair was definitely related to his milk-chocolate compatriot. "No? Married in I'm afraid."

He begins to step forward towards the cart, catching a glimpse of movement in the corner of his eye that he couldn't afford to look at. The haystack one? It didn't matter, more pressing matters were in front of them. If the one in the haystack was here, three on four didn't seem too bad. It would have to be a quick fight though, reinforcements would surely be inbound, emptying the carriage would take too long.

Is that a rope? They're trying to- It dawned on him then, he put himself in a worse position than expected. Either that one was running off on his own, or they planned on taking from the carriage. Here. Next to the marketplace. With guards on the way surely. Now he had to get these ones out of here, and they needed to take the whole cart, not just take from it.

"Seems conflict is unavoidable, go on, if you men can't come at us yourselves, call your daddy the guard captain." Eryx taunts, hoping that the first blow would be more effective if it wounded the ego of his enemy. "Your whining will surely bring him, can't be hanging much down there if your first reaction is to threaten to go cry about it."

He extends his arms outwards, starting to step forward towards the carriage. He needed the horse alive and well, limiting his options. The swords, heavy, slow. He thinks, preparing himself physically. If the rider was dumb enough to charge him, he'd have to use his gloves to parry the blade and knock him off. Hopefully his new uncle could engage in team combat.

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Action time, will probably get a post up tomorrow. Trying to decide between having Kai start the sword fight and just walk in on the scene pretending to be the new guy's younger brother. lol

@Raptra

Action time indeed, I suppose preparations for it should begin.

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@Zahrale

Glad to hear it!

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I'll post sometime today once I'm free.

@Sleeth
Welcome to the team :)

@King Tai

Sounds good, and thank you.

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@KatherinWinter On everyone really, was an attempt at life

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@KatherinWinter
*Squirms into IC to provoke posts*

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"Wrong, all wrong." Eryx says to himself, staring down at a wanted poster. Looking back was a man remarkably like himself, only with a narrow chin, one of which he himself did not have. "I do not look like that, at least put credit where it's due..." He mutters, starting to gaze down the list. "Larceny, forgery, murder, ra- that lying- I've never raped anyone!"

Dust cloud, just over the edge of the paper.

"Show time then?" He ponders, leaning over on the railing. He was on the rooftop of a small store, overlooking the marketplace. Shimmering golden eyes moved across the crowds, looking for those few, the silly few that were so desperate to be incognito that they stood out.

It was hard to find areas of the city that he could get to, but he knew in a place so ripe with thieves, he'd be able to find it- eventually. The problem with just going to any shady tavern was bounty hunters, ones he didn't particularly care to have a run in with. One thing he did know, is that a public shipment of gems brought attention, and there was no way that someone wasn't going to try and hit it.

Black leather shaded the white hair it ran through as he pulled it back, clearing his vision. Of course there were people in hoods and cloaks moving about, but really, who dresses like that and moves in such a hurry? Time limit: caravan.

There, to his left, a girl had just ducked into this alleyway, he watched only for a moment as she headed off, cold feet maybe? This was a rather big hit, surely they at least have professionals... And, one just went into a haystack. He dropped his head for a moment, his clean white cloak falling over his arms. I'm sure it was just a fluke, maybe he will set it on fire, I've done that to scare horses...

Oh, the fighter is going in. He notes, watching the man grab a cloak. I suppose it might make their reaction hold for a second or two, but alone...? No, he's just there... He can't have a shield under there, he's likely goingnto be shot down. He was losing hope, the people he needed to talk to were apparently a few amateurs about to get shot. Mercenaries with a noble seal could kill anyone they found suspicious, and that man practically sacrificed himself.

"Should I go down?" He mutters to himself, weighing his options. Not all of these people looked to be fighters, let alone against the front guard, four men for a haul like that? Nonsense. They needed surprise, and at this rate they wouldn't have it.

Sigh

He places the steel plate of his glove to the railing as he moves to leap over it, if fighting was going to break out, perhaps he'd be able to stop someone from dying here. He rocks on the railing for a moment, still debating internally. His clothes were entirely white, aside from the black leather boots and base of his gloves, and he stood out like a sore thumb as he rocked above the citizens.

The slim, well built white figure growls a little as he finishes leaning forward, dropping down into the marketplace. He doesn't bother with his hood, though he does pull up a scarf that covers his mouth, splash guard, might have to hit someone in the face. He humms to himself, making sure his gloves are tight as he walks down the road, directly towards the caravan.

"Terribly sorry gents, my poor uncle thinks it's never too early to drink." He calls out, his eyes narrowing as he grows closer, looking to the hooded man, then to the caravan driver. His voice grows cold, he was trying to buy a few more seconds before the clearly improvised distraction got the man shot. "It's quite a bad habit, don't you think?"

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@KatherinWinter I'll search actively for an opening then, get the ball rolling hmm?

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Name: Eryx
Alias: None, though some have called him Snow on account of his oddly white hair.
Age: 23

Appearance:

Personality: Eryx is quiet and calculated, his eyes are almost never still. He has claimed that the world moves slow to him, and he doesn't like it. This makes him irritable at times, but he's always reliable when he's assigned a task.

Bio: Eryx was arrested at a young age for violent outbursts, he is cold and uncaring yet completely honest. He has never spoken a lie to protect himself. He was always a fast thinker, using this to get into and win fights, stealing, and calculating how to get away with theft. After stealing from the wrong people there was an unfortunate event where in an act of revenge, he took the fight to an enemies family to teach a lesson.

Eryx has been off grid for half a decade, and what has returned in a much more quiet man. He doesn't seem as prone to violence, only acting in self defense. Nobody has matched his defensive capability, most would be too tired to keep fighting by the time he strikes back. People who remember him can speak for how viscious he was, and that his hands aren't to be underestimated.

Skills:
-Basic Lockpicking
-Advanced hand to hand capabilities.
-Agility and flexibility, effective but crude.

Equipment: A pair of sturdy gloves, steel plates are on the both sides of the palms, as well as the backs of the fingers.

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@KatherinWinter Of course, I won't go dropping in til you tell me to. Unless you want him found chained up in a room, in a non-erotic way, promise. Either way, I will catch up with the reading when I get home, just mention me in when it's a good time.