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Post by Iona on Jul 12, 2011 14:55:48 GMT -6
The goatman promptly drank the concoction and kneeled down and placed it on the ground. Noodles, the goat, smelled it and with a happy bleat attacked the mug and drank the purple stuff up, tap and all. He belched and began to eye Torak's pant leg, hobbling and scraping his way on over in an attempt to be stealthy. The man smiled slightly and leaned onto the bar, pulling out an envelope, holding it up to Iona's face.
"Izare couldn't be here. This is your next assignment. Don't disappoint us," he told her and pulled out a flask, chugging the contents down. "You're why I drink." Aetis butted Klaus's chin and seemed extremely happy.
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jul 12, 2011 16:10:45 GMT -6
"When you do the things I do for a certain number of years...you start to notice things that others do not...and the fact that we have been a couple of missions together also helps that fact." Torak replied, not looking up at Eldrin to keep suspicion down. Since Eldrin was an ally, he would not give away his identity. Plus, it would most likely start a fight.
He had also been listening in to Iona and her uncle. He sipped from his tankard of beer. "What are your thoughts of the newest meat to our little band of misfits." He asked Eldrin. He could hear the sound of hooves as Noodles the goat was making his way towards Torak's pants.
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Post by Iona on Jul 12, 2011 16:29:01 GMT -6
Klaus studied all the individuals at the bar. Was this a little gathering of a group of sorts? This couldn't be good. Iona was with these people when she should be cheating heirlooms from nobles and the riches of kingdoms off of kings. Like her half sister. He rubbed the beginnings of a beard on his jaw and sighed. "Who are all of you?" he asked plainly, not caring who they were but rather their connection to Iona. Noodles made it to Torak's leg and was chomping on his pant leg, the short goat only was tall as his knee. Iona drifted back off to sleep.
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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Jul 12, 2011 16:54:42 GMT -6
Lien remained silent, then finally spoke up. "I'm just a traveler. . . that is all that is needed to know if I may."
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Post by Iona on Jul 12, 2011 18:17:32 GMT -6
Klaus nodded warily and kicked the leg of Iona's bar stool, laying the envelope in front of her. She grunted. He dug through her bags and pulled out a case of sorts and laid it out on the table, then grabbed the handle. Ice formed around the case at his touch and he knelt down and scooped up Noodles. A tearing sound was heard as an the hem of Torak's pant leg was ripped unevenly. "A thousand pardons, mister," he dryly said. "And if word comes about with a reward for my head, please don't go for it. It was lovely speaking with you all, you all are so loving and sweet, but I have work to do. See you, twitlings," he said grandly, pulling out a concealed dagger and promptly left the inn with a blast of icy air and a slammed door.
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jul 12, 2011 18:55:34 GMT -6
Torak looked at the rip Noodles made. No matter...the Assassins of Hyrule had their own personal tailor to attend to these things...his clothes have gone through worse than a goat being hungry.
"He'll only be targeted depending on his crimes."Torak said, aiming it at Iona.
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Post by Iona on Jul 12, 2011 19:16:58 GMT -6
Iona yawned hugely, and rubbed her eyes, then started up, alert. "He took my snake," she muttered sadly. "But it was his in the first place..."Scratching her head, she shrugged and began to paw through her bags, lifting up one full of different kinds of makeup. As she raised a mirror and a tiny tube of lip gloss, putting some of the sticky stuff on her finger then her lips, she spoke.
"As for his crimes...there's too many to name. He's done them all, save for those of the carnal nature. Treason, murder, thousands accounts of thievery and cons. He's like a roach; he doesn't die. So you can go after him if you want, but he'd turn back up eventually, doing some other wrongdoing. It runs in the family," she explained as she resumed to do her eye makeup. She frowned. "The lighting in here is horrible.."
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jul 12, 2011 20:57:36 GMT -6
"If someone sends in a contract for his head to us...we'll bring it back on a silver platter to whoever ordered the kill...we rarely kill for our own reasons." Torak said, downing his tankard and turning to face Iona and Lien.
"The middle of the bar isn't the best place to fix your face, thief." The Master Assassin said, looking over at a dart board that was across the room. He pulled out a throwing knife and seemed to casually toss it and it hit the bullseye on the board, going down the middle of the dart that was left there by a past player.
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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Jul 12, 2011 22:18:03 GMT -6
"To bring such a topic out in the open like that, I have a feeling that he is taunting us to go after him. . . Of course assassination and bounty hunting is not my thing to do." Lien sat on the second stool away from Iona, taking a green rupee from his wallet and holding the very pinnicle of the gem, made it twirl on it's Y-axis, the green prism sending a very faint shower of emerald light from the inner gem.
"I hate men like him, no matter how much they brag, one of these day's they'll find someone superior than him and be struck down from his throne." With that said he lifted his finger, allowing the gem to wobble without its support before slamming an open palm on it. The rupee was pinned under his hand against the table.
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Post by Iona on Jul 12, 2011 23:36:43 GMT -6
"Neh, blah blah. What would know about faces? Because mine can't be fixed." Iona said to Torak and gazed into the mirror, finished, but touching up here and there. She began to put away her things. "Lien, don't let my uncle's talk get to you. He's too smart for his own good; he wouldn't say those things unless he knew that there were people better than him out there. He invites them to beat him. He's weird, doesn't like to be the best. I'm surprised he hasn't done a few favors for the Assassins. He is of your lot, you know, all shady and stuff," she said, the last part directed to Torak. She straightened her dress out. "Now. I know you all don't like me, but dont worry, within the month I'm leaving. So if you need anything of mine or of me, please ask before I leave," Iona said with a sunny smile.
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Post by Schrödinger's cat on Jul 13, 2011 0:55:15 GMT -6
"Still. . . then again I'm not quite use to bragging so carelessly I suppose, where are you off to anyways?" Lien raise an eyebrow at Iona's sudden change in mood.
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jul 13, 2011 11:40:08 GMT -6
"We kill for the cause of Hyrule and Termina...I have a feeling your uncle only kills those who are in his way.." Torak said, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a folded slip of parchment.
The door opened and a man with a very large backpack walked in, it was adorned with masks. The very weight of the backpack made the man hunch over to support the weight of it. Yet...his walking showed no sign of any discomfort from the backpack. He took a seat next to Torak and said "I'll take a gin on the rocks."
Torak looked over the man with a curious gaze...he always seemed to have a smile on his face. His face showed no strain of the backpack on his back. It sent shivers down the Master Assassin's spine.
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Post by Eldrin/Vai on Jul 13, 2011 12:05:07 GMT -6
Eldrin stared at the man, slightly unnerved by his strange demeanor. "Even I don't smile that much..." He chuckled nervously and scratched the back of his head. "Right... Gin... Rocks..." He muttered, hopping off of the counter. He searched for the nicest glass, tossing the others aside. Finally he procured a perfect, shiny glass. He poured the man's gin... But soon realized he had no rocks. "Just a moment sir... We're a bit short on supplies." He said, hopping over the counter. He ran outside, then came in a moment later with a handful of rocks. He jumped back over the counter and dropped the rocks into the glass of gin. Eldrin proudly walked back to the counter, his feet making a crunching sound as he stepped on shattered glass. He placed the glass in front of the creepy mask guy, "There ya go! Gin with rocks... Weirdo..." He said, sitting back on the counter.
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Post by Iona on Jul 13, 2011 12:13:53 GMT -6
Iona scooted away from the man warily, going so far as to jump the bar and stand behind it to put distance between her and the strange man. Gathering her things, she muttered about freaks in cities and watched Eldrin return with gin covered rocks. She burst out laughing. "I get it! Rocks! But I think he might've meant ice. But rocks gives it that minerally edge I guess," she said and dug around until she found a bottle of brandy. She helped herself to it.
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Post by Azrael/Iris on Jul 13, 2011 12:17:05 GMT -6
"Funny..I didn't know they changed ice to literal rocks in Termina." The creepy mask salesman said as he took a drink. He chuckled a bit and set his drink down. Torak kept his eye on the mask salesman...something did seem awfully familiar about this man.
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