Thorned Hammer

Handie's Bar

Name: James Scout (Scout)
Age: 26
Gender: M
Description: Average height with short brown hair, lean and with an eye patch over his right eye.

Name: Barrett Dunmore
Age: 26
Gender: M
Description: Tall, short blonde hair and muddy greenish brown eyes with a broad smile. Broad shoulders

Handie's Bar

Haha, yeah! I shall sign them up,

Thur

Handie's Bar

OH oh! Can I bring in Scout and Barrett?:P

Back Alleys and Black Markets

Victor was just coming up to the building, muttering about a scorch wound on his right arm that he didn't remember getting. There was no attempt to stop him on his way to the Marshall's Tower. He was well known by the guards there, and they knew better then to get in his way when he was in a mood. And indeed he was in a mood.

Forgotten History

"Why thank you, Rin Monroe." Chuckled Marcus, clearing his throat with a slight cough before hugging his knees to his chest. After a bit though he glanced her way, and added "I mean it. I couldn't have asked anyone else to go with me to, to home." He said this part with some difficulty, preferring to not mention Richard's funeral in any way. "And this all started with you helping me cheat on a history paper!" he concluded with a lopsided grin.

Forgotten History

"Its good peace," He shrugged, rubbing his hands together to keep warm before shuffling closer to Rin. "Com'on, Im cold to." He said, bumping shoulders with her.

Forgotten History

"Its daunting is what it is," Chuckled Marcus as he pulled himself up and took a seat beside her on the roof. "wow...wish I had a view like this at home," He whistled appreciatively.

Forgotten History

"Hey carefully the floor is cold!" Whined Marcus as he followed after her, stepping carefully only on his toes. "Rin? Where are we going?" He poked his head out the window before climbing out after her.

Back Alleys and Black Markets

Victor was more then a little enraged and sated himself by trashing the den after chasing off and exchanging fire with the few remaining guards. Eventually he sat down heavily in the Bidder's chair (The one piece of furniture he had not destroyed) And glared at the ceiling.
Then after a while, he gave up and got to his feet to leave.

Forgotten History

"I know," He mumbled, stretching his arms above his head and rubbing his eyes tiredly. "I heard you rolling around," After a bit he sat up and shuffled Tank off to the side. "How can I help?" Marcus asked.