WilsonTurner

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Aulfr glanced at the Ardananian, sitting in her chair and watching him. He let out a small sigh- he was happy that things were finally underway, be he started to feel slightly uneasy around her. Uneasy? Or something else? ...Definitely uneasy. He waved her talk about the rumors away, saying, "And they will say what they will. It'll change nothing, besides making you into a more potent enemy."

He smiled at her, a suddenly thought appearing. "I'll even allow you to punch anyone who you think may be speaking against you, once. One hit, try not to kill them in the process." He paused, before tacking on, "When I'm Oberjarl."

He did fully turn to watch her eat, though. She ate like an animal- even he ate with more manners. The edges of his lips turned up at her demolishing a meal. Once it was apparent that she wasn't going to be taking any of the wine, he plucked it off the table and downed a third of it in a single swig. Letting the alcohol warm he, he went back to his position, watching the archers practice.

On her comment about rabbits and mushrooms, he replied, "I can make an excellent stew- and as for bathing..." He waved over to the opposite wall, where a door, painted and textured to resemble the wall, in an attempt to not even be there. "Right in through that door. Feel fortunate- from what I hear, we're the first major establishment in the world that has some semblance of running water. It rains often enough, and servants fill barrels up with water, which they attach to a pipe in the room above. Little stiff though."

He glanced at her, giving a proud glance- Ardany was more traditional, while Noxus was always being impromptu or unconventional. They were the most open to ideas, sometimes. Also the most closed, at other times.

You are sitting in the back of a cop car with the avatar above... (Game)

/me is an accordion
/me is better than a giant robot
/me is the accordion

Ashes to Ashes, a freeform Sci-Fi Fantasy NRP. (Always Accepting)

Yeah it's kind of boring.

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Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

He eyed her, turning from his view. For a moment, a flicker of irritation came back into his gaze, before he nodded. He dug in his pocket- an actual pocket- and pulled out a token. Flicking it at her, he said, "That'll get you access to the armory. The blacksmith works there, so anything you get will be put on the royal coffers. Try not to get a masterwork- they're too expensive. Show that token to get whatever. Likewise, show it to my contacts. I'll let them know you're out there- just wait in one of the less reputable taverns, and they'll make contact."

Then he went back to his door, opened it after unlocking, and waved a passing servant over. "Full meal, here." The servant bowed, and scurried away. He watched her retreating figure, pondering for a moment about why they were born into such a life, and never, ever rebel. Never fought back. He didn't understand it.

He closed the door, leaving it unlocked, and turned back to his assassin. "Kill the Jarl quietly, if you can. As if he died in his sleep, with no cause, nothing. People will catch on when everyone that crosses me die in the middle of the sleep, exactly three days later, don'tcha think? And what about rumors? You mean the thing where I bought you as a slave, stripped everything off you and tossed you in my bed in nothing but a single piece of underwear? The weirdest thing right now is that you're confident and walking, not beaten and crawling." He walked over towards his wardrobe again, throwing on another brown shirt- he seemed to favor the dull and utilitarian.

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@Keyguyperson
get rekt brah

nah I'm sure you look better than me.
I'm crap.

The Veiled Isles

Lalli peeked over the edge of the roof, gripping by the ends of his fingers and toes as he tried to recon the rooftop again. Spotting the assassin, back facing him, he silently pulled himself up over the edge of the roof, and dropped down on cloth-wrapped shoes. He silently padded over to the assassin, keeping as silent as a thief, and gently, oh so gently, took the assassin's coinpurse. Pocketing it in one of his special for-coin-purse pockets, he took a dozen steps back, and then coughed into his hand to get her attention.

He watched, so amused, as she twisted and got up, not even noticing the lack of coin. But oh well- that was her bad. The weight of her coinpurse was very promising. If there was something he knew, it was taking money.

So he gave a small little half-bow when she finally faced him, and he waited patiently for her to reciprocate. Satisfied, and started. "I've been trying to track him. Hard to, smart, knows the city like the back of his hand. Six individuals-" he pulled out a list of paper- "I suspect are contacts, since he speaks with them, one every day."

On the paper was several names- next to them, a small notation just said "Yes."

Lalli pulled out her coin purse after she had taken the note, and added, "Here is payment for a contract, against the foreigner."

Cancel my appointments, I've been sold into slavery.

Aulfr leaned back a bit, and watched the Oberjarl out of the corner of his eye. The man seemed interested, a little smug, a little pleased, as if expecting his brute to wipe the floor with his heir's new pet. And it gave Aulfr great pleasure to see that smirk wiped off his face as surely as his brute was wiped out. Aulfr waited for her to let the man fall to the floor, and he gave a few polite claps, chuckling at the nervous, antsy audience.

"Good show, Fourth Devil. It seems that her skills are as true as I said they were, no?" He smiled at the jarls and higher ranking soldiers, those renowned enough to be allowed in. He smiled even wider when several of them, whom he knew to be weak in their faith in the Oberjarl, nodded hesitantly. Beside him, the Bjorn's face was strained, trying to force a smile, clapping unevenly. He was a big man, but he was graying in the hair and slowing down in the limb- Aulfr wanted to challenge the man here and now, and be done with it.

But no. He had too many supporters, even he accepted that he couldn't beat half of them working together. And so he let the meal continue in strained silence, until eventually the Oberjarl thanked everyone for coming, and dismissed them.

Back in his room, he turned on Rayt after locking the doors, a great smile on his face. "Alright Rayt, I'll give you a target. Head on out tonight and get some reconnaissance on the man you beat senseless- magnificent job, by the way!" He punched the air, as if imagining beating the man up himself- even though he'd never use such a sloppy form in an actual fight.

"Hah! His reputation is ruined. Once I've got everything in place, and a list of all his contacts- your job- You can take the man down and his associated criminals, and then we can start setting up shop!"

He strode over to the window, and stared happily down at the courtyard, where archers were practicing. Then he glanced down at his outfit, and tore off all the garishly colorful stuff, leaving him in just his pants. He tossed the clothing aside, like he usually did with everything, and put his hands on his hips. Then he resumed staring down at the archers, content with his progress- for now.

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@HaleyTheRandom
he totes ees
get rekt brah