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Post by Ina Aeonya on Sept 28, 2010 10:53:43 GMT -5
It was a bustling city crowd and a time to rejoice still. A few months after the incident, it seemed that anyone who lived in the time of Damnedblood couldn't stop talking about the incident.
Those who killed Trucido would be unmentioned; according to royal verdict, Trucido died of unnatural causes. And that was all. Rumor spread, but clearly, nothing was made of it.
Now, however, was a woman looking around town, as she held her head for a moment; she had a cigarette in her mouth, and she slowly brushed her way past some people; she seemed to be looking for someone.
No one dared try to help her though; her hand on her hip was gripped over a large knife, and her belt was filled with things that clanked like metal. She finally looked over, and saw the telltale sign of who she was looking for, as she quickly stepped in front of a man with a very unique hat.
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Post by Volkmar Gamlxltoe on Sept 28, 2010 11:23:53 GMT -5
Volkmar was looking at the hat on his head. He had found a temporary replacement for the hat he normally had but had lost it since his fight vs. Xisa. He was walking in Metalpolis, when a smoking woman stepped in front of him. He didn't think much of it, and walked around her. |
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Post by Ina Aeonya on Sept 28, 2010 11:26:23 GMT -5
Ina then, walked alongside him. "...I need to talk to you." Was all she said, as she lipped the cigarette away from him onto her left side.
"I was told you'd be here...and that you'd be easy to find on a few conditions." She said just so he could hear, and she stopped his stride with a hand.
"Someone wants to see you," Ina wasn't too thrilled with this assignment, but it seemed the person who sent her was under a guise for now.
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Post by Volkmar Gamlxltoe on Sept 28, 2010 11:40:30 GMT -5
Volkmar look at this woman, and then he smacked her hand away from him. "Who is this someone?" he asked her as he glared at her. He was in need of a job as of late, and no one needed anything protected or anyone killed.
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Post by Ina Aeonya on Sept 28, 2010 11:52:38 GMT -5
She felt her hand be swiped away, as she bit down on her cigarette, trying her hardest not to hit him.
Really, it was because he warned her that Volk was not the kind to be tested with; especially not today.
"..Someone that you may have thought dead since the battle with Trucido." She put her hand on her hip, "A certain mercenary."
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Post by Volkmar Gamlxltoe on Sept 28, 2010 12:10:48 GMT -5
"A mercenary..."Volkmar said, as he try to recollect his thoughts Let's see, that someone must be a hero. I don't know who fought Trucido but there was the one merc when we were fighting those Zealots people. It ended with the same letter with it began... AHA! "You mean Aya."
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Post by Ina Aeonya on Sept 28, 2010 12:17:44 GMT -5
Ina nodded a bit, "He's back..despite popular acclaim amongst some." She smiled and flicked her cigarette over her shoulder.
"Would you care to come with? He wants to talk to you of some things.. Some..propositions. I suppose."
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Post by Volkmar Gamlxltoe on Sept 28, 2010 12:24:36 GMT -5
"I didn't know that he had left." Volkmar said, as he readjusted his hat. "But I guess I can see him, for a proposition or two."
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Post by Ina Aeonya on Sept 28, 2010 14:52:03 GMT -5
Ina smirked at Volk's words.
"He only left the world spiritually, not physically. He's been in a coma for a few months now." She turned around.
"He's in the city as we speak. If you'll accompany a lady." She teased of course, Ina was the last person needing help in the form of a escort.
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Post by Volkmar Gamlxltoe on Sept 28, 2010 16:07:45 GMT -5
"Eh?" Volk said, as he heard that the client was knocked out. "Fine, I guess I can still go."
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Post by Ina Aeonya on Sept 28, 2010 16:34:35 GMT -5
She walked here and there, through an alley and across the town square, stepping in front of a building, it was a weaponsmith shop, nodding toward the interior.
"Place's been rented for just the day. He wanted to stray away from prying eyes."
Then from behind the door, the voice came.
It was familiar too, as he spoke, "Yes yes. Come in Volk."
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Post by Volkmar Gamlxltoe on Sept 28, 2010 18:06:20 GMT -5
Volkmar walked in as he looked around at the building, "Why the hell would you rent a building for a day?" He asked as he follow the woman, "What is your name by the way?
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Sept 28, 2010 18:21:33 GMT -5
Ayalan was forging a weapon slowly, as he raised a blade to his face, and went back to his ways, before placing it in water.
"..Nice to see you again, Volk." Aya turned around, his hair and his face were different, and he looked slightly weaker than before from his bedridden time. However, he walked up to Volk with no weapons on his person, and extended his hand.
"Her name? Ina. She's gonna be our lookout. Don't worry." He then sat down, his lack of a side on his shirt exposed a long scar up his side from many whip lashes it seemed, as he looked up at Volk.
"Tell me. How've the last few months been?"
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Post by Volkmar Gamlxltoe on Sept 28, 2010 18:51:57 GMT -5
"Well, well." Volk said as he looked at him, "I have been good, but it looks like you have been to Hellious and back. What happen to everyone since, I was knocked out from that fight..."
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Post by Aya Dauzi Invargas on Sept 28, 2010 19:18:39 GMT -5
Ayalan folded his arms, not wanting to remember. "One death. Many wounded. Trucido died apparently. So everyone's happy. I was in a coma for two months. Just now, I came out to see people..I need to talk about..some friends of mine. Opportunities and such. Lots of killing, and the like. You get my drift?"
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