Thorned Hammer

Forgotten History

"Why? You just handing him off incase he pees on me?" Grumbled Marcus, shifting his pack to his other hand so he could hold the small dog up against his chest. Then he looked to the small house, recognizing it from some of Rin's descriptions of her home. She didn't seem all to excited to be here, although calmer in appearance then he had been when he had gone home. "Or, are your family not really dog lovers,"

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"Robbing a Marshall, at night in the Grey," Muttered Jenga to himself now hunching his shoulders to the wind and walking along at a brisk pace. "Not even getting paid for it. Ha! This job better be worth it."
Soon he was outside the House of the Marshalls and, with the same stolen ID card he had used to get in the district, he got into the building. Access to the interior of the building was easy. It was to the upper levels where the private quarters were located that he would have a bit more trouble. But he was already working on a plan for that.

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A guard huffed in mild boredom, rotating his arm to stretch his shoulder before leaning against the wall not far from where Keenan was sneaking about.

Jenga glanced back in faint amusement, but did not slow or turn on his way through the throng to the Tower, the House of the Marshalls.
It was a tall tower, amongst the several sets of barracks, hangers, and garages that made up the Grey District. It was grander then the other buildings, and consisted of 49 floors in recognition of the 49 known City states that had first risen up after the collapse. Of course there were fewer then that left but Basin's architects had been sentimental and had seen fit to acknowledge that number.
Only the Marshalls lived in the tower though, each with their own set of private quarters and personalized locks. Privacy was worth more then gold in this day and age, and the Marshalls had it in abundance. Their dragons though, being to large and unpredictable to keep in the city walls, were kept out of the dome and to the East of the city where they could soak up the sun and warm their scaley hides in dens and a monitored environment when not on missions.

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The Grey Checkpoint was second only to the White in it's security level, the Grey district having walls about it with small gates every few yards or so. Each gate was manned by at least three soldiers armed with stunners and standing at attention. There was an officer at each gate as well in a small kiosk beside the door who checked the credentials of each person looking to pass through.
Jenga slowed to a walk, drawing one of his few identification cards from his bag and keeping it in hand as he approached the nearest bored looking officer. A moment later, he was passing through the checkpoint with a tired 'goodnight' coming his way from the rather bored looking young officer. He couldn't see the faces of the soldiers, since they had reflective visors in their helmets, but he could feel their eyes on him briefly as he walked by.

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As he ran Jenga checked the contents of his rope sling bag, bringing it about to his chest so he could search through it as he dodged pedestrians and obstacles. Satisfied all was there, he shrugged it back into place and took a side street so he would be hidden from view of the more populated streets.

The day went by pretty swiftly, and without much conflict or any interesting events. And finally, as the angry red sun began to set over the Basin, Jenga found himself standing infront of the checkpoint leading into the Grey District.

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Jenga muttered to himself, going on about how childish this was and how annoying and how he could be doing so many other things at the moment but noooo he was fetching gooey love letters for the precious Bidder. Snorting he darted past a checkpoint into the Gold District through a small passage, so narrow it was barely even an alley way. Once on the other side he started for the far end at a swift jog. The Districts were all huge, it would easily be nightfall by the time he reached Grey.

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Noticing Rat tail's look, that's what terra had decided to call him in her head, she blinked flatly at the man and allowed one finger to run the length of her knife hilt almost lovingly. Then returned her attention to the group at large.

Jenga pulled on his long coat once outside, pushing up his sleeves and cracking his fingers before starting on his way out of the Green District and into the Gold. the Districts went from Green, to Gold, to Grey, to White. White housed nobility, grey housed Marshalls and soldiers, barracks, and Gold housed the civilians that didn't dare move to the Green. the Green was just, the green. Jenga rather liked it here in the Green District, but always enjoyed a walk through the others. And that's what it would take to get to Grey.

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Terra stood beside the door, arms folded over her chest and back to the door frame as she watched each of the potential recruits file out past her. Her team would be made up of these people, she thought to herself grimly. Wonderful.

Jenga tucked his thumbs into his belt, humming to himself as he started out the door past the glaring girl and out into the hall. He had no idea who his opponent would be, but he didn't particularly care. Knowing their name wouldn't do him any good, focus would be his best offense.

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Name: Terra

Age: 20

Gender: Female

Description: Long reddish auburn hair that she keeps braided tightly. In a braid it reaches her waist, and can deal a pretty decent smack if she turns sharply enough. of average height with a slim build and a solid stance, slightly broader shoulders then most girls her age though. Her face is almost always set straight and dead pan with the occasional arched eyebrow.

Personality: Taciturn, Terra doesn't waste her breath on who she considers to be stupid people. Instead she focuses on whatever task is at hand and has a reputation for seeing things all the way through. Even if they involve the risk of harm to others.

Associates: The Bidder, for whom she currently works as a hired hand, body guard, and mission leader. Also sometimes the Bidder's assistant.

Specialty: Swift combat, infiltration, and running missions.

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"Well. You can go now." Bidder said a bit impatiently, waving with one hand as if to dismiss them all.

Jenga hummed to himself thoughtfully, neatly folding the bit of paper in two before tucking it away and turning towards the door with the crowd.