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Post by The Canadian Hippy (Admin) on Jun 1, 2014 10:13:22 GMT -5
Ranna would have corrected her on the name of phantom memories, but it was vaguely esoteric at best. Shadow memories suited it as well, though perhaps that could be the type of phantom memory that didn't replace the original memories to begin with. In any case, that wasn't what worried the Archmage.
"There is no way to be sure of anything at this point," she replied calmly, bending down to peer through the window at the man. He didn't seem to be frightened in the slightest, glancing around nonchalantly. Either he suspected he was being watched, which was highly possible, or he was expecting someone to break him out. Perhaps even an attack on the Sanctum. The latter was less likely, but it was always a possibility. She didn't know anything about these people until just a few minutes ago, after all.
"If my suspicion of the man's memories is correct, then this "rebel group" has a dangerous magic user working with them. The school of psycho-arcane is dangerous to use; the user will become delusional with minor usage. And even that is only with practiced, strong-willed minds. Insanity is almost a guarantee for anyone unsure, or weak-willed." Standing up straight again, and shutting the door's window slider, she turned her gaze down upon Faye.
"If that man has phantom memories, that caused him to be so devoted and sure of himself, the one behind such a sorcery would be heavily skilled in that school of magic. That would mean much practice, which means more use, and then of course a high probability of... Psychological instability. I'm sure I don't need to tell you how dangerous someone under such a mental circumstance would be with their sort of power." Ranna quieted herself then, already having said much.
She knew a great deal about magic, she herself was a powerful magic user, well practiced in much more than her naturally adept school. A rarity amongst the people here, all of them living too short a life to ever get that far. Many of them rarely ever practice outside of their "preferred" magic school, let alone actually become proficient in more than one. It would be a great accomplishment for any one of them to master more than one of their magics. Some appeared to know a few tricks here and there from different magics, something that seemed exclusively a trait of their race. If they weren't born with a sign, they could still learn magic. Maybe not as effectively or as easily as the born magic users, but they still could. She wasn't sure if that was simply impressive or some sort of handicap for them. All in all, they appeared to be capable of being jacks of all trades and masters of none, or only of one.
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Post by James R. Rustle on Jun 2, 2014 9:22:32 GMT -5
Owen followed Harriet out of the kitchen and into the main area. He sat once again upon the stool he had originally occupied and picked up his glass of whiskey, the ice shifting as it was lifted. "Sorry about that," He said turning toward Cynthia with a sheepish smile. He had kept her waiting longer than he had anticipated.
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Post by The Shammy on Jun 2, 2014 18:07:54 GMT -5
Cynthia:
"That's quite alright." she said, chuckling at his expression. As curious as she was about why he had left, she found it better to just keep silent about it for right now for she had barely known the man. Thinking of what she should say, she sort-of leaned over and asked,
"So what is your relation to those others over in the kitchen? I mean, if you don't mind my query."
Kyaer:
Following the guards stealthily, Kyaer had managed to go undiscovered for a whole three miles. After he had decided that they were secluded enough, he began to make his approach. He reached forward and lightly took grasp of their daggers that were strapped to their backs. He, surprising even to himself, had successfully been able to withdraw both of their primary weapons from them. 'Must be the hoods. Idiots.' he thought to himself before lagging behind once more to distance himself from the half witted guards.
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Post by James R. Rustle on Jun 3, 2014 9:10:22 GMT -5
"Oh not at at all," he replied.Owen then hunched over the bar some and kept his voice low. "As I said before, Grant and I are old friends with a lot of history. I've known Harriet for some time as well, but we've never managed to develop past a cordial relationship." He paused and sipped his drink, his eyes wandered to where Harriet stood behind the bar, as he half expected her to overhear him and toss a stein in his direction. When he was certain she hadn't and was instead conversing with the bar maid, he continued. "She has an irritable nature about her," He said turning back to Cynthia. "While I suspect there's more to be found under that facade, I'm too cautious to dig deeper, at least, for the moment. But I've been terribly rude, please, tell me more about yourself."
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Post by asecondhandlion on Jun 4, 2014 11:29:27 GMT -5
Faye:
"Either way they get a martyr and a significant boost in support. If this is the work of a rebel group as you surmise then they have made one hell of an opening move." Faye replied moving away from the door. "I assume none were harmed during the protest till the Guard moved?"
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Post by The Shammy on Jun 4, 2014 17:39:57 GMT -5
Cynthia:
She turned back from looking in Harriet's direction. "Well, I'm a bounty hunter. But before you back up or anything, I only kill targets, which no one here is. It can be fun, well, hunting the more brutal targets who deserve it." she said with a slightly subsiding grin. When her face returned to neutral she continued. "And also stealthy missions can be fun. But I am hoping to be able to find something new to do soon, killing can be depressing unless they really deserve it. As for where I live, I don't really have an established place to live; but for the mean time I've been taking up residence in one of the closer skyline apartments. It's kinda nice, I guess. But I'd like to find a new place as soon as I can." She said, taking a deep breath. "Anything specific you wanted to know?"
(Smiling part was actually a mis-post.)
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Post by The Canadian Hippy (Admin) on Jun 5, 2014 4:05:02 GMT -5
Harriet was about finished with her drink, preferring not to get shit-faced at the moment. She had a bit of a buzz, and that was really as far as she was willing to go. Around when Cynthia began to talk about herself, Harriet stuffed the cork back into the neck of her wine bottle. Standing up--with her bottle--Harriet headed over toward the door. As she passed Cynthia and Owen, she overheard how essentially "killing could be fun", and stopped walking. She simply hovered by, listening to Cynthia with a blank expression, and staring ahead. Once the bounty hunter concluded the topic, Harriet released a faint sigh and continued forward without saying anything. In that respect, she made no attempt what so ever to hide her subtle contempt from neither Cynthia nor Owen. It seemed that, just like that, Cynthia had managed to lower Harriet's opinion of her in no time at all. Well done, Cynthia!
On her way out, two male patrons arrived through the front door. Offering on a side glance to them on her way out, she then headed down off the porch, around the building, and into the alleyway next to it. From there, Harriet nimbly climbed up the gutter-drain, and onto the roof. After a quick scan of the surrounding area, Harriet found a particular plank of wood and dug her fingers into the gapes between it and the other planks. As she pulled on it, she opened a small storage space that only she and Grant knew about. It was for her own use, and she even had it there before Grant knew about it. When he found it, he was of course a bit cross with her, but in the end he allowed her to keep her things there under the circumstances. Not only did she boost the underground economy with all the jobs she took from the bounty board, but at that time she was also beginning to become good friends with the barkeeper.
Inside the storage space, she had a couple things. It was mostly a supply cache, one of many around the city that she used, and so this one wasn't too special. It had a pack and shoulder-sling, containing a thief kit, a decent amount of coin, a revolver, and a combat knife. And now, placing her wine bottle inside, it had alcohol. It'd taken a good while to set these up, and much to Harriet's pleasure, most were even more difficult to spot than this one. And in higher places, seeing as this neighborhood didn't have as many tall buildings as others. At any rate, her hours of relaxation left were dwindling, and so she grabbed a bundle of herbs from the back of the storage space. Pocketing the bundle, she replaced the wood plank and then made her way back down to the Griffon's porch. Once there, Harriet leaned against the wall next to the front door, and let out a huff as she slid her back down against it. Now sitting with her legs crossed(criss-crossed, as it were), she withdrew the few things needed to make herself a good 'ol JOINT. Small pair of scissors, the small sticky paper wrap, and a match book. Once it had been made, and everything else put away, the thief sat with her arms hugging her knees to her chest, one of those arms partially angled upward to occasionally hold the sort of blunt to her lips. It was, of course, spirit weed. Because this is a fantasy universe and shit. Can't have people calling this the real world cannabis. GOTTA BE ORIGINAL AND JAZZ. Still has the same general effect though.
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"I intervened before anyone was injured," she began, nodding to the side, likely indicating the man through the interrogation room's door, "he threw a fire bottle at the guards who were attempting to stop his preaching." She glanced at the door briefly, again drifting into the possibilities of some sort of revolt. She didn't want that to happen... Did she? Either way, she turned her attention back to the woman before her.
"What is your name, noble?" asked Ranna, sounding in the slightest bit curious.
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Post by James R. Rustle on Jun 8, 2014 11:50:31 GMT -5
Owen blinked, still processing the wealth of personal information he had been given. He also noticed the perturbed manor in which, Harriet had sighed and he agreed with the sentiment it represented. This was a very potentially dangerous woman and her bloodlust was becoming more and more apparent. With a calm and collected manner about him, Owen continued the conversation. "Whatever you're willing to tell me is fine miss. Actually, where is it you would prefer to stay?" Owen hoped to direct the conversation away from killing as much as he could.
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Post by The Shammy on Jun 9, 2014 5:44:50 GMT -5
Cynthia:
"Well..." She began "I'm not really sure, however I don't want to stay in a wreck like where I am now." She noticed his unease and began to lean on the table and speak in fewer words.
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Post by James R. Rustle on Jun 12, 2014 14:50:50 GMT -5
"I see," Owen replied, confusion creasing his brow. "Though surely with the bounties you've collected you have the means to live elsewhere."
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Post by The Shammy on Jun 13, 2014 11:19:13 GMT -5
Cynthia:
"Hardly in this day in age. What, with poverty stricken in all but the noble chairs, well, that and the fact that bounty hunting is an underground business nowadays. I only have standing amongst the nobles through the mark, and my parents through the guards. The guards usually get most of the "high-pricers"," she said in a fairly mutual tone. "I mean, what I have now is livable, it just doesn't have such a cozy feel to it. Anyway, i'm probably irritating you with my rambling."
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Post by asecondhandlion on Jun 13, 2014 12:59:06 GMT -5
(So with Josh's computer crashing when he goes to the forum. He has give me the directive of posting for him. Ask him if you want will.)
Grant (& elizabeth in conjuction):
Grant watched Elizabeth go up the stairs and followed after. After making sure that the cjairs were up, Grant motioned for elizabeth to follow him as he headed up stairs. "Hope you dont mind, but until you go to do the job we need you to stay here." Grant said leading her to the room furthest from the stairs leading to the second floor. The room had a large number of beds and dressers. "No one else is staying here right now so you got the room to yourself. If you need anything you can come down to the bar during the day or if its at night im in the room next door. Though id prefer it if you didnt do that. So if you have an questions feel free to ask." With that being said Grant closed the door behind himself and headed downstairs and into the bar.
Faye:
"My name is Faye Kerrigan." She responded respectfully.
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Post by James R. Rustle on Jun 13, 2014 16:17:25 GMT -5
"Oh quite the opposite," He reassured her, sweeping his arm along the counter and picking up his tumbler of whiskey in one fluid motion. He gulped down the last of his beverage and set the small glass down again. "It's not often that we're graced by the presence of someone in your profession... Unless they're hunting one of the patrons."
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Post by The Canadian Hippy (Admin) on Jun 14, 2014 6:43:56 GMT -5
Ranna released another thoughtful hum, seeming to simply stare down at the noble for a moment. She'd heard of Faye. Nothing extensive, but she knew who she was. She also probably knew where she lived, at one point, and if that was the case, it'd be written down somewhere in her archives. For a brief moment, she became curious of what Faye did. In general. She obviously had the guard in her pocket, to some extent. Motives and goals were always handy to know, but because she didn't know those now just by hearing the woman's name, then when she did first discover Faye she must not have been up to anything important.
"Tell me, little one, do you know my name? Or has that vanished behind the title this city has given me?" An amusing question for Ranna, to be sure. It wasn't as though her name was completely unknown. No one ever called her by that name, but it wasn't a secret. By the looks of her age, it was likely people stopped calling the Archmage "Ranna" before Faye was even born.
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More people entered the bar. Isabel was no longer idle, much to the barmaid's relief, and the Griffon would soon start to rake in the cash. Grant had done well for himself with this place, it earned good money, it was particularly well received, and had become a local favorite over the years. There were other bars, sure, but Grant's was probably the most respectable out here in the more scummy area of the Bastion. Harriet felt good. Probably because she of the stuff she was smoking, but it was nice to just be able to sit under some cover, be in warm clothes, and just watch people pass by. Life wasn't even that hard these days. There were some struggles, but she'd gotten so good at her work that there usually wasn't any huge risk. She knew who to stay away from, she knew the best spots for thieving, there was never any shortage of bounties on the board in the Griffon's basement. Life was good, at the moment. It took a while to get here, had to climb over grief and struggles, but she finally had a steady thing going. She practically grinned, thinking of how far she could go. And that was a good question though, how far WOULD she go? Getting to noble status would take some serious doing, but she'd have to do that and maybe invest and the like, but that was the end-goal. One day.
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Post by The Shammy on Jun 15, 2014 18:55:02 GMT -5
"Oh, well thank you for your welcoming." She blushed slightly and smiled. "As you could have guessed I had just come here because of my lack of something better to do. Oh," she remembered her question about what he said earlier. "If you don't mind, before I forget, would you mind explaining a bit of your interest with the outlands? It's been intriguing me for a while now."
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Post by asecondhandlion on Jun 15, 2014 22:02:56 GMT -5
Faye:
Faye thought for a bit. She had seen the archmage a few times. Mainly at parties, where, for the most part, people were introduced by rank and then name. Racking her memories for any time the archmage had arrived adter her. She couldn't really recall anytime that might have happened. And if it had then She may have been talking to others at the time or people who were murmuring were loader then the announcer.
"I am embarrassed to admit that I do not know your name.Sadly I do not recall a time where you were announced by anything other then by the Lord Regent's Archmage." Faye admitted after give the question thought.
Grant:
As the bar filled with people, Grant found himself busing about. He knew most of the faces that entered his doors, many to the point where he could guess their orders before they were even said. For the most part those who were new had been brought by long time customers. Either way, Grant made sure to talk to and welcome every patron.
As more and more people entered, Grant motioned for Isabel to start writing down orders. This was when things really started getting really busy for the day.
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Post by James R. Rustle on Jun 18, 2014 0:55:03 GMT -5
"Ah yes," He said looking off with a slight grin tugging at the corner of his mouth. "Well, certainly you've been curious as to why the walls were erected in the first place, yes? Wondered if what lies beyond them is really as dangerous as we've been lead to believe?" Owen let his questions linger as he waved at Isabel and signaled to her that he wanted to place an order.
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Post by The Shammy on Jun 19, 2014 19:35:21 GMT -5
Cynthia:
"Well I guess so, what is out there?" She said, looking out the window, not expecting to find anything. She looked over at Owen afterward. "Yeah but what if it actually is as dangerous as everyone says?" She asked him.
Kyaer:
With the weapon he ran up quietly and stabbed through the guard's back and into his heart, coursing a bit of his energy throughout the guard, turning his skin a dark grey. While this was happening, the other guard wasn't the wiser, he kept walking, waiting for his partner to respond. By the time he realized, a few seconds later, that his partner was gone, it was too late. Kyaer was out of sight already. And there the guard's partner grey and dead, standing there, red eyes beaming across to the still living guard. Kyaer watched from a distance as the undead guard attacked the other. Once the remaining guard had ceased moving, the undead guard's grey complexion and red eyes faded away, and he collapsed next to the other, now-dead, guard. Kyaer walked away, arm on shoulder, the use of his magic has burned his scar. He smiled. 'Another patrol down.' He thought.
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Post by The Canadian Hippy (Admin) on Jun 20, 2014 0:07:13 GMT -5
Ranna nodded expectantly, huffing a faint amused chuckle out of her chest. Again, her name wasn't entirely common knowledge these days, though it didn't matter much, it was an interesting prospect. She was sure only the Lord Regent and maybe few old nobles knew her name. That and the old book that was kept somewhere in her archive, a list of registered nobles living in her home's area.
"Maybe one day you will know it," she replied calmly. She saw no reason she should give the woman her name. She already knew what to call Ranna, as did nearly everyone in the city. She didn't mind the title of Archmage, a second name was helpful, to one of her circumstance.
"Once you do, you'd either be one whom I trust, or one who is nosy." After she finished speaking, the guard captain of this section of the Bastion arrived through the door to the lobby. One he'd walked up to the two nobles, he bowed his head respectfully.
"Archmage," he addressed, also offering another nod out of courtesy to Faye. "You'd brought a prisoner here for questioning?"
"I did, he is here." The Archmage placed her hand upon the door the rebel was through.
"Ah, I see."
"I suspect him of working with a group. Identify him and find out what he knows." The captain nodded, and went about opening the thick metal door and moving through, closing it behind him. The Archmage watched him do this briefly, before turning her attention back to Faye.
"You were here questioning someone yourself?" she asked, sounding mildly curious.
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Isabel, having just brought someone their order at a table not too far from the bar's main counter, just barely caught Owen beckoning to her. She tossed him a nod, finished up whatever she was doing at the table, and strode over to Grant's long-time pal and the new bounty hunter that'd shown up this morning.
"Need som'm, hon?" she asked, always with the confident smirk pulling at her lips.
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Post by asecondhandlion on Jun 21, 2014 11:28:05 GMT -5
Faye;
"I was." Faye answered thinking every word she would say. While she didn't know how the Archmage would react to the dead body, Faye was more concerned about letting too many know about her book. So she needed a plausible reason to be here.
"I helped in a small manner with the apprehension of the woman in there." Faye said, motioning toward the door. "She broke into my home and stole some of my possessions, most were replaceable, however she did manage to make off with some sentimental items. As such I was inquiring as to where those possessions might be. Regretfully I didn't get my answer."
Faye could almost feel each word hang in the air. She may not be the best at lying, but she knew the best way to make a believeable lie. Base it off fact. The woman was caught shortly after robbing someone and then dumping the loot. True, no one would be able to find out where she had dropped it off now, but that wasn't Fayes concern.
Grant:
As usual Grant found himself cooking six different orders at once, and once again asked himself why he didn't hire himself a cook. Though he wandered if anyone he hired would be able to keep up. While his specialty magic was useful when working a mark, or listening in on guards, it was vastly more helpful when it came to cooking.
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Post by James R. Rustle on Jun 21, 2014 16:05:18 GMT -5
Owen returned Isabel's wry grin and dictated his order. "Could I have a breakfast for two brought to that table over there?" He asked, directing the bar maid's attention to a vacant booth in the back corner of the dining area.
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Post by The Canadian Hippy (Admin) on Jun 22, 2014 15:52:25 GMT -5
Glancing over at the door Faye indicated, Ranna listened to Faye recount her reason for being here. She had no clue whether or not Faye was lying, and she had no real reason to suspect that was the case either. But Ranna had risen from being a lowly merchant to the Archmage, and became one of the most wealthy nobles in the city using only political cunning and ingenuity. She knew better than to take someone's first word as the simple truth. It very well could be, but Faye appeared to be a noble who had access to the Sanctum of Law's interrogation hall. Not many nobles had that sort of cooperation with the Guard, and if money was the only thing it took to get that, all of the nobles would be going in and out of the Sanctum. No, Faye had to have some sort of blackmail going on. While it didn't take a particularly ruthless, cunning person to blackmail those in power, Faye looked like she could be that type of woman.
"Interesting," the Archmage remarked after Faye's explanation. "Curious that the Guard would let you take part in her interrogation."
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Isabel took that as the usual breakfast order, and took her notepad off the back of her belt and scribbled down the order with the others. As the bar seemed to fill, however, the orders started to slow a bit. They stayed at a steady rate that kept her moving around, at any rate. Tossing a nod to Owen, her eyes flitted in a cheeky manner between him and Cynthia.
"I'll get your food. Have fun with your lady friend~" she chirped, snickering as she made off toward the kitchen at a brisk pace. Once through the doors, she approached Grant at the cooking area. Tugging a page off her notepad, she stuck it up with the others for Grant to see.
"Owen's buyin' the bounty hunter some breakfast," she announced in a teasing sort of way. It wasn't really teasing, considering Owen wasn't around to hear it, but she figured Grant might take amusement in hearing it. She knew she did. For now, she stood idle, waiting for Grant to finish the next order so she could take it to whichever patron was waiting for it.
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Post by asecondhandlion on Jun 23, 2014 3:05:40 GMT -5
Grant:
Glancing at the order, Grant grabbed a nereby plate. "Owen's old enought o make his own love choices. If that means that he means to start seeing a hunter who will most likely alleviate my shoulders of the burden that is my head, then he has the right to do so. Though he may also be gone and may just eat everything that was ordered in front of her." Sliding some food onto a plate, Grant grabbed the corresponding slip of paper before handing the plate along with two more to Isabel. "Here you go, " he said before turning back to the food.
Faye:
"I called in a few favors to get access. Though it seems that the act was sadly wasted or it seems to be." Faye answered.
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Post by James R. Rustle on Jun 25, 2014 1:07:08 GMT -5
With a light chuckle, Owen shook his head at Isabel's quip, then faced the bounty hunter once again. "If You're going to listen to me ramble on about my trips to the outlands, then you should at least be comfortable and fed for your trouble." He rose from his stool, gesturing for Cynthia to follow him to the booth he had chosen. "That is, if you are interested," He said, pausing mid stride and glancing back at her.
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Post by The Shammy on Jun 25, 2014 19:36:04 GMT -5
Cynthia:
She stood and smiled, "I suppose I am a bit hungry. But really, it is no trouble at all to hear your story. It really is quite interesting, see, I've never really thought about what it may be like out there," she followed him to the booth. When they got to the booth, she sat across from him and internally decided that she was comfortable enough to lay her weapons next to her against the wall side of the booth.
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