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Post by Aziah Ducants on Jul 5, 2007 11:15:17 GMT -5
Aziah stood quietly to the side of the crowd, watching the people in the ring below fight each other. The two in the ring were strong, far stronger than many a man Aziah had seen. People were whistling and hooting at the men, even some ladies who weren't behaving very lady like as they murmured about the mens muscles. Aziah smirked and took a long drink from the bottle in his hands. Aziah spoke to no one in particular.
"They're nothing more than a bunch of pu**ies. I could take them."
"Is that so? I would love to see a young pup like yourself take on even one of them, and live through it."
The voice startled Aziah, but not enough to jump and spill any of his drink. He turned and looked to the man looking at him. The mans face was hidden behind a cloak and he was leaning on a staff. Aziah just snorted and went to turn away, but before he could finish the man spoke again.
"How about a little wager? I'll tell you anything you want to know if you win in a match."
"If I lose?"
"I'll make my demands then. You're cocky enough that if you're half as good as you say you should win."
Aziah stared at the men in the ring. Thoughts swirled around in his mind, questions and unanswered possibilities. Taking another sip from the bottle he turned to the man and laughed deeply.
"Not only will I win, I'll manage it without spilling a drop of my drink."
The man stepped forward and looked Aziah square in the face. He smelled oddly of rotting wood and mold.
"So be it. I hope you noticed that while those men are big, they're not slow. These aren't amateurs you're facing. I'll see you in hell."
The man turned and strode away, leaving Aziah alone where he stood.
(OOC I forgot about the editting of certain words and it's not my best but I'll get more into the role of things again.)
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Post by Airlia Eyanson on Jul 5, 2007 11:55:15 GMT -5
(OOC- So Aziah-like...I love it!)
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Post by Aziah Ducants on Jul 6, 2007 19:18:27 GMT -5
(OOC So it is, but wait until the next post. I'll do it later tonight as I've been fixing the AC all day. I'll finish that before posting as the humidity is killing me.)
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Post by Airlia Eyanson on Jul 6, 2007 20:41:55 GMT -5
(OC- Damn, another w/ ac down.....let me know when you're ready to hop in the story. We'll figure out where and with who to go)
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Post by Aziah Ducants on Jul 7, 2007 1:43:56 GMT -5
Aziah stood in the ring, pacing as he waited for his opponents to enter the ring. The dust he kicked up clung to his clothes. He still carried his bottle in his right hand. As he watched, the gate opposite him opened. Allowing two huge men to walk in, weapons in hand.
"Hold a minute! It's supposed to be one on one."
The robed man laughed at Aziah from where he watched. "I changed it up a little. One of your talents should be fine though. Enjoy."
Aziah cursed loudly as he drew his sword and dropped into a defensive stance. He could already tell these men were good. The robed man had been right, they were quick. The first lunged in quickly, his sword swinging in an arc for Aziah's head. Aziah brought his sword up, barely catching the blow. His arm throbbed with the force of the blow. Stepping back quickly Aziah kept his feet evenly spaced to keep balance.
"I shall name the two of you NB and NB2, No Brain and No Balls. Who shall fall first? Any volunteers?"
The bigger of the two, the one named No Balls, charged in and swung his sword as Aziah ducked and moved to the side, dropping his sword to the ground as he drew one of his pistols. Aiming quickly Aziah adjusted and fired two rounds.
Dropping to his knees the man reached for the area right below the waist. Aziah turned and raised his gun to shoot the second in the head. From the corner of his eye he noticed the robe man move his hands while muttering some words. Aziah pulled the trigger.
Click. Aziah cursed and fired again. Click. The robed man laughed.
“What’s the matter? Lost your best chance at winning? Your guns are now useless.”
Aziah smirked and looked at the bottle still in his hand. Taking a big swig from it he braced himself for the beating he was bound to take.
“At least I haven’t spilt a drop yet.”
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Post by Situation on Jul 7, 2007 9:23:17 GMT -5
:A large tattooed man wearing a cut off vest and dirty torn up jeans stands in the crowd, his arms are crossed and he looks like he is almost scouting the fighters like some agents that come by the Colosseum. Everyone around him are cheering vividly at Aziah's loan performance, but people want blood:
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Post by Aziah Ducants on Jul 8, 2007 0:02:14 GMT -5
Aziah knew the crowd wanted blood. He could hear it in the roar and cheering. He wasn’t one to disappoint, especially if there was the chance of impressing a lady in the crowd. With his guns useless, it wasn’t like he could take an easy way out anyway. Diving for his sword Aziah rolled as he brought it up to block a blow from the remaining warrior. The blow shattered his sword, splintering it in two and sending the blade into the man’s shin. Blood soaked the ground as Aziah stood and stepped back, noticing he had spilt some of his drink.
“Damn! I may as well have lost. No sword, the guns are useless, and now my drink has been spilt! What am I to do?”
The robed man laughed and called out, “Die.”
Aziah didn’t quite agree with the robed man. As his mind raced for a solution his free hand slipped into his pocket. Not far away the man, No Brain, was angered by the sword in his shin and moving toward Aziah, slow painful step after slow step. Aziah’s hand closed on something as a smile crossed his face. He had his answer. Pulling what he had out he took a look drink from his bottle, holding the alcohol in his mouth. As the man neared he sent it spraying out, covering the man in alcohol as he used the match in his hand to ignite the flammable drink.
The man wheeled back, screaming in pain as his face burned. Aziah stepped forward, bringing his left leg up to kick the man in the shin and drop the already hurting man to his knees. In the next movement he brought his knee into the man’s nose over and over as he held the back of the man’s head. Blood sprayed everywhere, soaking Aziah’s pants.
Breathing heavily Aziah let the man drop to the ground as he backed away and turned to where the robed man had been standing. Nothing. The man was gone and Aziah was yet again alone.
“Why is it that I don’t think that is the last I’ve seen of him? Robed folk are always a bother. No answers and I wasted my drink.”
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Post by Situation on Jul 8, 2007 1:13:36 GMT -5
:The large tattooed man trudges down to the arena past the screaming crowds. He is within shouting distance, as close as he can get to the floor:
"You....brave one!"
:This catches Aziah's attention:
"I have a job for you if you're interested. It doesn't pay well, but its for a good cause."
:The man nods to him, knowing this is enough information for Aziah. He knows someone like this will find him. The man returns to his original table, but instead sits down:
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Post by Aziah Ducants on Jul 8, 2007 16:17:04 GMT -5
Aziah picked up his gun and the remains of his sword, looking over them carefully. The sword was something he cherished and he wasn’t about to leave it in the ring broken. Making his way through the crowd he thought of what the man could want. A job? That didn’t say much, but considering it was just after a fight Aziah had the feeling it wasn’t a pleasant job. He spotted the man and sat down in a seat across from him. Aziah eyed the man carefully before speaking.
“So what is it that you want? If it’s good enough I may take the time to do it, otherwise I think I’ll go find a nice warm bath, something to eat and drink, and a woman or two to bed down with for the night. So make it snappy.”
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Post by Situation on Jul 8, 2007 19:32:06 GMT -5
:The strong man smirks:
"Easy my friend.....I don't know if you've heard, but the Empire is back. I have some inside information that Cyrus wasn't even the commander last time. It was some Sands fella."
:He leans back and grabs two beers off a waitress as she passes by. The man starts drinking one as he passes the other over to Aziah:
"I'm sure you really don't care, you're that type, so I'll get to business. I have a package."
:He picks it up off the ground. Its relatively small, just large enough to go in a backpack. He keeps a hand over it:
"Its sensitive material that needs to go to Kaipo immediately. Direct orders from the organizers of the defensives. They're trying to mobilize everyone and get them on the same page. This needs brought there, no stops on the way, get there as soon as possible."
:The man finishes his beer and sets it down. He reaches for a satchel he has on the ground and pulls out a small sack of coins:
"This is not a lot, like I said. Its enough for Kaipo's finest inn, dinner, drinks, and ...."
:He grins:
"A companion for the night if you wish."
:He sets it down on the box and sldies it to the middle of the table:
"You may even be able to bribe some out of their commanding officers. I heard Damcyan has troops there....and they're very much well off."
:The man leans forward and looks at Aziah:
"Do we have a deal?"
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Post by Aziah Ducants on Jul 9, 2007 11:49:16 GMT -5
Aziah sat thoughtfully, drinking the beer as he mulled it over. Finally he reached over and grabbed the package and coins. The job sounded simple enough, and while the pay wasn’t the best he knew he’d make some more out of it. He always did.
“I’ll accept.”
Aziah stood to leave. Now that the business was finished he had no reason to stay and talk. He nodded to the man and walked out. As he left he had the strange feeling that more than one set of eyes was watching him go.
(OOC I'll make a thread in Kaipo later if there isn't already one.)
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