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Stephanie kept walking, though she felt like someone kept watching her... not just someone, but taking a quick look behind her she noticed the woman had started to follow her. Stephanie couldn't really go anywhere if someone was following her, not to her room, nor to her contacts. She needed to get that lady off of her back. "Alright." Stephanie said, turning around to face the girl and walking closer at her. Stephanies patience with something like this was really low, like trying to kill noisy fly from the bedroom during night hours. "Maybe I wasn't clear enough before, so I say it like this." Stephanie said, stepping close enough for a look turn into stare. She could even notice this woman was slightly taller than her, but not by a meaningful amount, just enough that she had to lift her chin up a little to look to her eyes. "The only thing you should be looking from me is some heavy black eyeliner, so unless you were wanting to be laying on the dirt in such a pretty wear, get the hell out of my sight".
"Of course I know something, It's my job to know something..." Stephanie hissed, not exactly wanting to leak anything to the people passing by. After all, it wasn't every day you would see two people like them chatting in such open manner. "But I also have rules, so if you know what's good for you, piss off." she said, before just quickly turning away from her and starting to walk along the street in as fast pace as she could without running, hopefully the girl just deciding the pub would be far more better idea than continuing to bug Stephanie.
"Well, good luck on that information." she said, rolling her eyes, as she grabbed the sign and even placed it back to lean against the inn wall to try and seem like a proper citizen or an adventurer, not a merc that takes illegal contracts to murder people. "I've been playing cards all day long, so unless the guy was on the table with me, I doubt I'm much use." she flat out lied. "So yeah, I need to get back to my duties, so if you wouldn't mind, I would like to be on my own way for now".
Stephanie quickly turned her head to see the woman asking the question. From the very first look she could already tell that this woman had no part of anything she was going to gain of. She wasn't a merc, not informant, not a quest seeker. She looked more of authority type of a woman, maybe even royal if you stretched it to those small island nations.
"..Nothing..." Stephanie said, managing to swallow the 'None of your business' she wanted to say. However, it wasn't too wise in case she could just carry Stephanie to a jail for aggressive behavior. "No trouble... you can go back to your duties." she said, making a quick eyeing at the girls sword. It looked really, really expensive. If Stephanie had anything like that along with her to sell, this wouldn't even be a bad situation. She had been hunting this man for weeks, and finally that she knew to pinpoint the guy, she was lacking the very exact thing she was getting when finishing the job. The irony...
"..Nothing..." Stephanie said, managing to swallow the 'None of your business' she wanted to say. However, it wasn't too wise in case she could just carry Stephanie to a jail for aggressive behavior. "No trouble... you can go back to your duties." she said, making a quick eyeing at the girls sword. It looked really, really expensive. If Stephanie had anything like that along with her to sell, this wouldn't even be a bad situation. She had been hunting this man for weeks, and finally that she knew to pinpoint the guy, she was lacking the very exact thing she was getting when finishing the job. The irony...
"So what do you got?"
"With this amount? Hmph, I can hint you at the best restaurant in town if that's what you're looking for miss".
The inn was barely even half filled at the time of the day, most people inside being regulars coming in early, or staying very, very late. It was far from the fanciest places in the grand city of Averecia she was located at the moment, but it was best for her needs... informants didn't go just anywhere to meet clients, especially when the information Stephanie needed was something crucial, as well as costly. Throwing another bag about twice from the previous size, she knew fairly well that her funds would still last to get to the nearby towns, where ever her target was moving.
The man was a complete mystery. Only the name of 'Saul Tharion' was her lead... of course if the pay hadn't been size of early retirement, she hadn't even considered it. "Alright, there, all I need is the name of the place, shouldn't be that expensive".
The man looked at the pouch and then bag at Stephanie, taking a small drag from his pipe. "...Tarnoa. Pleasure doing busine-".
"Don't bullshit me!" Stephanie half shouted, slamming her fist in the table, before realizing she was making quite a ruckus, creating bit too much attention to her liking. Looking at the gazes on the surrounding tables she calmed down a little, relaxing her body just enough to get the other tables back to their own things. "Tarnoa? Did you hold the map upside down or something when you came up with that?" she hissed. Tarnoa was along the east coast of the land... Averecia was on the west.
"You'll find any informant that says otherwise, you'll come and get refunds lass, but until then..." the man said half innocently, though Stephanie saw that he was just enjoying the fact such information had made such a fortune to him. Stephanie stood up, not even saying a word, glancing at the informant one last time before firmly stepping outside from the pub. Getting back to the street, Stephanie took a deep breath, trying to calm down for a moment, before just kicking the outer wall of the pub in anger, in such a sturdy way it made the inn sign drop to the ground. "Goddamnit!" she just cursed, not even caring for the damage she had done.
"With this amount? Hmph, I can hint you at the best restaurant in town if that's what you're looking for miss".
The inn was barely even half filled at the time of the day, most people inside being regulars coming in early, or staying very, very late. It was far from the fanciest places in the grand city of Averecia she was located at the moment, but it was best for her needs... informants didn't go just anywhere to meet clients, especially when the information Stephanie needed was something crucial, as well as costly. Throwing another bag about twice from the previous size, she knew fairly well that her funds would still last to get to the nearby towns, where ever her target was moving.
The man was a complete mystery. Only the name of 'Saul Tharion' was her lead... of course if the pay hadn't been size of early retirement, she hadn't even considered it. "Alright, there, all I need is the name of the place, shouldn't be that expensive".
The man looked at the pouch and then bag at Stephanie, taking a small drag from his pipe. "...Tarnoa. Pleasure doing busine-".
"Don't bullshit me!" Stephanie half shouted, slamming her fist in the table, before realizing she was making quite a ruckus, creating bit too much attention to her liking. Looking at the gazes on the surrounding tables she calmed down a little, relaxing her body just enough to get the other tables back to their own things. "Tarnoa? Did you hold the map upside down or something when you came up with that?" she hissed. Tarnoa was along the east coast of the land... Averecia was on the west.
"You'll find any informant that says otherwise, you'll come and get refunds lass, but until then..." the man said half innocently, though Stephanie saw that he was just enjoying the fact such information had made such a fortune to him. Stephanie stood up, not even saying a word, glancing at the informant one last time before firmly stepping outside from the pub. Getting back to the street, Stephanie took a deep breath, trying to calm down for a moment, before just kicking the outer wall of the pub in anger, in such a sturdy way it made the inn sign drop to the ground. "Goddamnit!" she just cursed, not even caring for the damage she had done.
The image Isn't working, but I managed to copy the link and find the image on different tab just fine. I'll be making intro, and hope you can manage to squeeze yourself into the scene somehow :P
Aand here.
Name: Stephanie Cartwright
Age: 25
Appearance:
Other: Has been dealing as a hired bow for a long time, before finding out that just getting big pays for anything was outright better for her. Has been trusted to finish the jobs, though now it seems that the target she was after has suddenly left from the city in a hurry with artifact Stephanie couldn't give less of.
Name: Stephanie Cartwright
Age: 25
Appearance:
Other: Has been dealing as a hired bow for a long time, before finding out that just getting big pays for anything was outright better for her. Has been trusted to finish the jobs, though now it seems that the target she was after has suddenly left from the city in a hurry with artifact Stephanie couldn't give less of.
And I would be interested too... assuming there would still be room for it.
Name: Stephanie Cartwright
Age: 26
Power: Able to change her own point of gravity (i.e. able to walk walls or ceiling.), liquefaction and solidification of herself.
Weapon: In the image. The lance she's holding is made to support the dynamics of the air weight, adjusting into her fighting style she can move it in great speeds with ease.
Bio: Stephanie has been warrior born. Her dad being a known hunter of the land himself, she was half forced into the business of killing animals or beasts to her living. She wasn't entirely sure of it when she was a child, but as she reached adulthood, she realized that she wasn't getting any better offers due of the lowclass bloodline she was stuck in. Most of her working days were in the woods, and she has been built as excellent survivalist, as well as having a great footing in natures 'own roads'. Now the stakes are raised however, and it would be a quite a downing to Stephanies slowly growing ego to not participate and maybe even have her name burnt into the history of her hometown.
Edit: Goddang, sorry for that <.< Aerith Gainsborough
Age: 26
Power: Able to change her own point of gravity (i.e. able to walk walls or ceiling.), liquefaction and solidification of herself.
Weapon: In the image. The lance she's holding is made to support the dynamics of the air weight, adjusting into her fighting style she can move it in great speeds with ease.
Bio: Stephanie has been warrior born. Her dad being a known hunter of the land himself, she was half forced into the business of killing animals or beasts to her living. She wasn't entirely sure of it when she was a child, but as she reached adulthood, she realized that she wasn't getting any better offers due of the lowclass bloodline she was stuck in. Most of her working days were in the woods, and she has been built as excellent survivalist, as well as having a great footing in natures 'own roads'. Now the stakes are raised however, and it would be a quite a downing to Stephanies slowly growing ego to not participate and maybe even have her name burnt into the history of her hometown.
Edit: Goddang, sorry for that <.< Aerith Gainsborough
Even when the directions were given, Krait couldn't give less, as she continued to focus on her task at hand. The places needed to be accurate, and a piece of paper telling her to do something as drastic as this would of seemed far beyond inhuman to most. She was used to it though, not like her body was already like a living test tube filled with chemicals, so what a few more to the mix would do?
Trying to keep her thoughts on that, and not on the needles she was sinking into her body one by one, she was starting to get finished... and there was only a mere few drops of blood dripping on the clean bathroom floor so far. It was a small price, since it seemed this little device was going to be something to remove her biggest weakness... well, the second biggest, emotional set backs would be a bit harder to reconstruct than physical restrains.
Trying to keep her thoughts on that, and not on the needles she was sinking into her body one by one, she was starting to get finished... and there was only a mere few drops of blood dripping on the clean bathroom floor so far. It was a small price, since it seemed this little device was going to be something to remove her biggest weakness... well, the second biggest, emotional set backs would be a bit harder to reconstruct than physical restrains.
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