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Post by dakota on Jan 2, 2007 13:46:55 GMT -5
Prelude
" I'm sure we can come to some agreement, Mr...?" The young man in the heavy duster asked as he adjusted his mirrored sunglasses.
" Hyll, Professor Macen Hyll." The other man introduced himself as they shook hands. " Your craft looks to be a sturdy vessel, and with ample space to transport my cargo, Captain Suroz. Though I must admit you have given it a rather peculiar choice of names."
Suroz nodded. " Call me Chaz. Yeah, she had the name went I got her." He patted the side of the Northern Gun Sky Bunker APC. " I don't suppose you know what La Mishegosserie means?"
Hyll shook his head. " I'm afraid I am at a loss. How soon do you think you can pick up my cargo?"
" I have to recruit a crew first." Chaz admitted." I just won the ship, and haven't had chance to pick up a crew yet. I've worked out a deal with one of the local bar owners to use it as a place to do some recruiting. In fact, " he looked at his watch," I'm actually running late. You can join me if you like?"
" I beleive I'll decline. I have some work to finish up before we depart." Macen answered, shaking Chaz's hand again. " I'll see you in the morning then Captain."
Chaz nodded before checking to make sure he had the APC locked down and then broke into a light run until he reached the front step of Derrick's bar. with a deep breath, he walked in to see if his posters had drawn any attention.
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Post by dakota on Jan 11, 2007 5:55:00 GMT -5
Chaz walked in Derrick's bar, adjusting his glasses. He looked like just another traveller passing through town as he wandered up to the bar, grinning at the Grackle tending it. " The boss here?Wanted to thank him."
"Nope, he off helping his cousin with something." The tender replied, setting a mug of draft in front of Chaz. " Knowing Wallflower, it's probably best if we don't know."
Chaz shrugged. " Okay, just wanted to thank him for letting me do this here."
" I'll pass it on, just don't mention it to Grams, she's not too keen on the idea. You should take off your glasses if you want these people to take you serious." The Grackle tender suggested.
With a sip of the draft, Chaz grinned after a sideways glance at the dirty look he was getting from an elderly woman in the kitchen doorway with a nasty looking wooden spoon in her hand. " I would, but I forgot my contacts. Can I use the TV room?"
" Sure, no one is back there." The tender replied.
Chaz pulled a copy of his poster from his pocket and held it up. " Anyone who's here because of one of these follow me." He started to walk towards the back room when the tender spoke. " Chaz?"
"Yeah?"
The grackle pointed at the draft in his hand. Chaz grinned, " oh yeah." He handed over payment and headed to the TV room.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jan 13, 2007 17:49:14 GMT -5
A heavy-set, dark-skinned man looked up from his table in the tavern, at the activity at the bar. The monkey on his shoulder stopped mimicing a nearby miner having breakfast long enough to look at what had gotten the interest of his tree. With a quiet squeak, the monkey points at the paper the loudish, spectacled man was holding. The dark-skinned man nodded.
Yes, that looks like the person I should see about this new journey. He thinks to himself.
With a slight move, he stands his broad form up, the monkey squacking in with suprise, and grasping for dear life to the thick linen shirt. With a re-assuring pet, Windrider, walks into the TV room in the back, quietly walking and sitting in a space, without waiting to be let in.
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Post by Mierin on Jan 14, 2007 0:50:16 GMT -5
A smiling elf with brightly coloured hair carrying a piece of paper walks into the bar and looks around. She then walks up to the bar and say "Hi, I'm interested in inquiring about the job on this poster. Who should I meet with?"
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Post by dhakael on Jan 14, 2007 13:35:00 GMT -5
The dark haired, scarred man disembarks from the 'enconomy coach' of the Iron-Hrose Express 3-9, and looks around the train station. Welcome to Silvereno, a twon of endless oprtunityHis eyes crinkle under the sun-glasses as he shoulders his travel pack and shifts the baldric of his enromous sword into a more comfortable position. "Heh, just like they said about Kingsdale...'truth in advertising' this isn't" The man notices the badly spelled way-bill on one of the posts. Looking into his money pouch, the sickly greyish green colour of his cred-disk mocked him. A small smirk crawled across the features of Jerran De-Le Croix. Any job was a good job at the moment. A full third of his remaining credits had been used to buy the one-way passage to Silvereno on the TW Iron-horse. It was either that, or face 'Fast Eddy's' collection crew. Even with his battle-magic at full strength, the juicers that comprised Eddy's debt collectors would be too much to handle on his own. Thus the midnight-run to somewhere far away from Kingsdale. "I'll be back someday. Collect my ride, and go CS-Skull huntin' again...just need to get enough cred to pay off Eddy" Jerran Mused. "Derricks Bar...2pm" Jerran looked at his wrist watch and made some mental calculations. 1 hour to go. Making up his mind, the battle-mage headed into town, looking for his next (possible) meal ticket. Seeing the Elf with the VERY colourful hair ahead of him walk into the Saloon (notcing she carried one of the posters) his smirk grew to a full fledged grin. "Aahhh...nothing like different port, same crew...think I'm gonna be right at home". So saying, Jerran enters Derrick's Bar.  |
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Post by shiivster on Jan 14, 2007 14:18:01 GMT -5
*jolanda had been sitting in the corner and looks at her credit stick with a sad look, and then at the foods advertised with pictures. knowing that she'll be fine foodwise for a while, she actually worries about how to get the other items she needs to replenish.
*looks up and watches the tall man with the glasses speak and then move to the back room, then watches as the taller man with the little creature on the shoulder follow. ...o0( i wonder who cursed the old little man? maybe i could see if i could break it? ). this thought is further broken by the entrance of the bicolored hair of the elvan woman entering.
...o0( poster? .. work? ... i wonder if .. they will need a healer, and my supplies are full. i wonder if i should follow and learn more? oh i wish Dante was here, he made things easier to understand. his passing will be remembered for a while yet ) *then as she stands up to follow, stops and stares at the next one thru the doors. ...o0( oh my, how fierce he looks. better many fighters to heal, than me all alone .. i had best get this over with ) *sighs and moves closer to the back room, pausing to watch from the doorway, the pack now settled on the floor in front of her.
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Post by dakota on Jan 16, 2007 22:14:10 GMT -5
The bartender looked at Kat and pointed towards the back. " In the room on the left."
In the television room, there were a few people already there. Chaz looked at his watch. " Got a few minutes left. don't want to repeat this if I don't have to." He said, looking at the already gathered faces.
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Post by Mierin on Jan 16, 2007 22:55:55 GMT -5
Kat nods at the bartender and replies "Thank you." She then heads into the tv room and looks at the people who are already there and sits down and waits for the meeting to begin.
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Post by frostwolf on Jan 16, 2007 23:37:07 GMT -5
Justice sat at the bar, her black clad figure set to where she could see all the activity and yet be overlooked. She had perfected this ability long ago, at her mother's urging. She had read said poster and was curious enough to see what sort it drew. Deciding to join the back room group, she quickly downed the rest of her drink. Setting the glass down, she nodded her thanks to the bar tender and stood up, stretching a bit, her duster sliding open and flashing the hardware she wore. After her back popped a couple of times during her stretch, she stood at her full height and walked confidently to the back, the silver badge on her chest catching the light. She entered the back room, looking over the faces there. One stood out to her, and she nodded her acknowledgement to her, then stepped on into the room, to lean against the wall. She moved her hat just enough that she could see without hinderance, her hair pulled back with a leather tie.
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Post by dhakael on Jan 17, 2007 12:09:25 GMT -5
Wandering into the TV room (following the Elf with the phunky hair), Jerran stops short as he sees all the assembled people. Thinking... "Hmmm...lessee. Elf; lots of guns, one old styled. Gotta be one of those 'Gun-Fighters' they talk about.
Guy in the duster, guess that's our boss-man / money...oh wait...he's the one who'll divy the cash, guy to his side is the one with the creds. Bookworm or treasure hunter though?.
'Ello? What's this then? Native with a monkey? AND a Law-WOMAN, plus who's the one in the red-vest? 'Nother spell toss?...THIS is gonna be interesting...hate monkeys though!..."Adjusting his sun-glasses, the black trench-coated fellow drops his sack and carefully unclips the baldric of his VERY large sword and leans forwards slightly, both hands loosely on the pommel. Turning to the woman with the silver star on her jacket he nods politely and lowers his chin, indicating the sword. "Hope you don't mind Kaze-tatsu here; it makes a damn fine arm rest after a LONG day. Peace-bonded & everything, just so you know. Names' Jerran, new to town, looking for work and low on cash. *smiling* take it you're here to make sure nothing 'illeagl' is being done / transported?" |
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Post by shiivster on Jan 17, 2007 12:30:59 GMT -5
*starts to look about this room .. her attention quickly caught by various 'shineys' .. one part of her lifestyle showing through, but as people start to enter past her, the woman with the two-toned hair first, Jolanda realizes that she IS in the way and needs to enter and wait.
*she is moving the pack out of the way, as the next person enters the backroom. and at the nod, smiles largely. finally someone she knows, well sorta knows. she's been healing various people standing guard and moving on just at dawn so often, that she wonders if she'll EVER remember all the faces. the reason she recalls THIS one, is the shiney star in the circle on the coat. she has since discovered that THOSE are the ones you heal first, they are the 'enforcers' of the clan that they travel with. some stay put, others travel. this woman that she saved must be one of the ones that travel.
*it is the strange look from the male that enters with the big sword and then settles like a black cloud of death, that worries her now. ...o0( what was that look about? .. do i have food on my face? .. i'm sure that all the buttons are done up correctly, .. i hope ) *then gives in to her doubt to check the various buttons on the vest to make sure. Jolanda stops and shakes her head now, having been caught out by someone with more cleverer looks than her. her own grin forms as she recalls, a bit sheepishly, that this is a chance to make some desperately needed credits. she must make many of them, as she has discovered that she does indeed need some form of 'enforcer' in this part of the world. or at least someone that can read the various chicken scratches on the papers and walls about the walled tents these ones wish to reside in.
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Post by Renekin Skywalker on Jan 17, 2007 12:43:22 GMT -5
Interesting. It looks like I'm the only one that's a driver. Windrider thinks, glancing around at the newcomers. Otherwise, he sits calmly, waiting for Chaz to speak.
Thinks I'm a Tree continues to try and figure out an orange while sitting on Windrider's shoulder.
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Post by dhakael on Jan 17, 2007 13:04:39 GMT -5
Waiting for the lawwoman's answer Jerran flicks his eyes around the room again.
Musing silently; "Hmm.. our red-vested little lady is quite a bit nervous. Guess she's just finished her apprenticeship...
Damn...why'd it have to be a monkey?... I HATE monkeys!"
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Post by shiivster on Jan 17, 2007 21:18:45 GMT -5
*making sure she has a seat near the door leading to the bar, finally settles into a chair. not really feeling of much use just now, tries to picture what the others do for a living, and comes up blank.
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Post by Mierin on Jan 17, 2007 23:18:14 GMT -5
Smiling softly as she studies the other occupants of the room, Kat nods at each of them in greeting, looking for anything that might give away their occupation, such as the woman's silver badge on her vest as she waits for the meeting to begin.
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