WittyWolf

Edge of Tamriel - Aetherium

Metosi had everything in order and felt ready to take on the world at this moment. After such a long time on the road, a different kind of exercise had been just what the healer had ordered. His companions looked to be in good spirits as well. They had finally got a good night's rest in an actual bed under a real roof. None of those makeshift camps the driver had pulled from his chest. He yawned, shaking out the final remnants of grogginess from his mind and limbs.

"That was a fine tavern indeed! We must make a point to come back and celebrate once this venture is completed. Wouldn't you say, men?" His smile was one of a cat whom had gotten into the cream. "How was everyone's night, restful?" And the woman's name... Narri! Metosi made a point to himself to never forget that woman's name.

Action: Greet his companions after a spectacular night.

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@JG

Titan grew weary of having to stoop in the shop. He had started to develop a slight crick in his neck and he desperately wanted to leave. When he heard her gasp, he quickly straightened from his bow-as much as he could anyway- and raised a questioning eyebrow. When JG exclaimed that she knew she was being watched, his suspicions cemented into knowledge. This girl was extraordinarily smart and had instincts he couldn't fathom. Not many could tell when his little eyes were watching them, so subtle their presence.

When she took a step to follow, he felt a warmth, knowing he had started to gain this wild girl's trust. Yet, she immediately doubted him once again! She asked for a weapon of all things. If she wished to steal from Titan, he'd let her have a bag or two of the fake coin and watch her rot for spurning his charity! But he quelled his own suspicions, knowing two people assuming the other is not to be trusted would never come to a resolution. "Very well... let me see what I have in," Rafael looked up for a moment, "your size." The joke hung in the air for a moment. He rummaged through the vast amount of pockets and caches he had on his person, finally coming upon a small blade, a token from his first bounty.

"Here, you can have this, but don't lose it. It has sentimental value." He handed over the blade, sheathed. It was too small for him to use, encompassed by his fist when he closed his fingers around the item. Yet it was a good blade and Titan was loathe to part with it.

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@The Slenderman

Silas nodded to her question before actually answering. "Yes, though we met Randy only recently. Akkina and I-" he cut off as he realized that she had walked out from under his arm without a word. Why did she keep doing that? Scratching the back of his head, Silas looked up and down the street. She was not anywhere to be seen. "Did you see where Akkina wandered off to? She's got a condition and leaving her alone is simply a bad idea.." He felt worry turn his stomach into a ball of lead.

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@JG
Titan, my friend xD

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Mah bad, I had to go out. I posted, hoping for a better outcome, but this racism check suuucks.

Edge of Tamriel - Aetherium

Metosi admired the Argonian's discipline. Those Nords could very well be trouble if they returned. The Dark Elf stretched almost like a cat for a moment before addressing Ka-Vara and Qa'Ra. "Shinon has half of the right idea, I plan to head to bed as well. Hopefully, not alone." Winking at his companion, he left the room and went back to the counter and bartender. "It's getting late sweetheart, wouldn't you like to.. go to bed?" Then he remembered Qa'Ra's request. "But before that, could you send one of your waitresses into that side-room? My companion is positively parched." He wore a charming smile and had a twinkle in his eye as he gazed at the bartender.

Action: Once again, attempt to seduce the bartender and ask for service for Qa'Ra and Ka-Vara.

Closed.

@WhiteStar19
But there's that one student in the compartment that has no name or face! =O

Aww, I was kind of looking forward to another Slytherin Death Eater xD

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@JG

Titan's laugh nearly made the glass of the shop's windows rattle. This girl was a firecracker! "Not guarding it, merely a concerned passerby. I noticed you earlier, you had seemed rather lost. And I'm not one to let a youngling travel without protection." Pushing back his wide left sleeve, he nimbly tapped at a few keys, then opened the shop door a foot's width. He held open one side of his cloak and in flew his five Gears, which flew into an inner pocket. "Or without supervision." He straightened his cloak and looked around the shop once more. "It does indeed seem the owner isn't in, but for the life of me I don't know why she didn't lock the door!"

He turned towards JG, taking in her rather gaunt and skinny features. "I'm sorry if you aren't a child. Most people look small to me, and you ever more so." His eyes were crinkled, alluding to a smile underneath his face cover. "Come, I'll feed you and then we can talk at how you came to find yourself in the Marketplace. Maybe your opinion of bounty hunters might change..." Winking, he pulled the door wide open, crossed an arm across his midsection and mockingly dipped into a half bow.

@The ghost in black@The Slenderman@GingerBoi123

Silas grinned broadly as his friend exited Kyato's building, unharmed it seemed! "Randy, what happened in there?" He swung an arm around Akkina's shoulders. When he heard her concern, he snorted. "Me, my love. Don't you remember how we first met? I was selling some very valuable pelts to Humphrey that day, I have more than enough to rent or buy out a room. Possibly over our friend's shop?" Silas pointed to Randy with his chin. The idea had mostly positive benefits in Silas' opinion. They could stick together and watch each other backs. And if Silas happened to need a repair job on his bow or sword, Randy would only be a stone's throw away. He turned back to the wolf, looking into the animal's eyes. He felt a kinship to the large creature, in small part because of Silas' own cursed blood.

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@Eklispe
It's cool, I was just seriously confused when I read that post. I kept re-reading mine to make sure I wasn't just going bonkers.

Closed.

@Prints Avoid
Not to his liking, I take it? xD

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@JG
Titan's hand lightly twitched when she refused it, but other than that he showed no reaction. He slowly pulled it back to his side and inclined his head further than it already was. That smile, the nervousness, and intense personal guard all allowed the man to realize this was survivor. And a distrustful one at that. When she smiled, there had been something there he could not quite put his finger on. Ever more intriguing, this JG was. "You as well, JG," his tone was warm and welcoming, which he hoped was the right tactic with this wild child.

"Trouble that could lead to an ugly fight or two in the streets of the Marketplace. There have been more than a few bounties posted, the targets of which reside here. They seem to be rather hell-bent on not being captured." The last he said with a hint of frustration. He disliked collateral damage immensely, but Akkina and Silas had proven to worth adversaries. They would not go quietly whimpering into the night, Titan was sure. He turned back to the cloth and looked at it for another moment. "I really do like this material.." he said, more to himself than anyone else. "So what brings you to Liz's Tailor, child? Looking to replace those rags and sandals?" Titan had adopted a teasing tone, poking light fun at the girl. If he had her pegged correctly, she should respond with a bit of a retort of her own. She most certainly wouldn't be hurt by such a light statement.