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Post by Broton on Oct 14, 2013 16:46:03 GMT -6
Siting in the middle of this new found town, a weary traveler, wearing his sturdy, blood stained bear clock. He sits spinning his golden blade in the dirt, lost in thought, 'What should I do now? My job is done here, but what is my next step?'
A slight rain started up snapping him back to the present. Pulling out his drinking skin he takes a long pull and then sheaths his sword. Broton stands and then looks around too take in all the buildings, the people and then looking up to the sky, "WHAT SHOULD I DO NOW!" He yells. "That's what I thought... Why would the gods talk to me when I need them..."
Feeling his stomach rumble, he makes his leave of this pondering too fix a problem he can really fixed. 'I hope they have dragon meat for sale here, that hit the spot, mmmmmm'.
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Post by Erin Frizander on Oct 15, 2013 12:36:51 GMT -6
"Ugh! This is so frustrating!" Erin had been wandering around the convoluted town for a while. It was crooked and sprawled, some areas were filled with newer huts built simply from the land, and older pieces of stone standing out like sore thumbs. He had made his way through it several times now, and had wandered the outskirts even more than that. This time, he was trying to check the small shacks around town that serves as shops. But, this was just another issue to add to the pile, because that meant he had to FIND those shops.
He turned a corner and found himself in the town square again. Halting immediately, he glanced around the area, and still no better ideas came to mind. So, he started to cross the square, heading for the armoury. 'I might as well check somewhere first. Maybe they went to trade something here. Only the Lord would know why though...' He was grumbling to himself internally about the Captain, and about Possum. He'd been told by Sixx to find the Possum and tell him to keep out of trouble, but he hadn't been anywhere to be found. So after a time, he gave up and went back to look for the Captain, and now she had walked off the edge of the world too. So now he was stuck wandered around the whole darned place time and time again looking for the two of them. Erin was nearing the end of his rope though, and was considering going back to the ship after this round of searching, even though he knew that they weren't scheduled to leave any time soon at all. And as for that Bard...
Here, his internal grumbling intensified, but it didn't last very long before a loud shout from a dwarf very lclose by on his left startled him out of his reverie. In fact, it was more than startling. Erin stumbled, dropping him pole-arm on the ground, and it rolled over to the dwarf that had just nearly scared the life out of him. He stood straight again, his eyes still wide, and stared at the strange man in confusion.
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Post by Broton on Oct 15, 2013 13:50:50 GMT -6
Looking at the signs on the buildings for a inn, Broton notices a pole-arm roll right in front of him. "Now what is this?" he say out load in a air of confusion... Broton picks up the pole-arm and gives it a twirl, 'Seems like a good weapon, but who does it belong too?' He thought... Looking around he sees a a scared and confused man looking at him, "HEY LAD IS THIS YOURS?" Broton yelled as he starts walking over to lad.
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Post by Erin Frizander on Oct 15, 2013 16:12:13 GMT -6
Erin took a half step forward when the dwarf reached to pick up his pole-arm, but froze again. He opened his mouth to speak, but before her could the man let out a second bellow and again Erin flinched and nearly jumped a step backwards. With his nerves already fried, he really wasn't all that prepared for a very loud, and yelling dwarf to be bounding his way. He tried to respond calmly, but it came out mostly stutters. 'I-I, a-ac... act-tually... S-sorry, y-yeah. i-i-it's... uuuh, i-it's m... mine."
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Post by Broton on Oct 15, 2013 16:41:13 GMT -6
Stopping a few feet from him, Broton holds the pole-arm forward. "Well then here it is then lad. You should keep a better hold of it, its a decent weapon there lad." Broton says with a smile. He rubs his hand on his pants and reaches his hand out, "My names Broton, whats your name lad? An there's no need to act jumpy around me...", trailing off with a hearty laugh. "Well unless you mean to do wrong doing?" Broton says straight faced.
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Post by Erin Frizander on Oct 15, 2013 18:01:17 GMT -6
Erin took back his weapon with quiet (and stuttered) thanks. He inspected the pole arm over quickly, but there was no harm done. It hadn't landed on its blade at all. Then he rested the pommel back on the ground and leaned on it, looking back at the dwarf. "W-Well, sorry, no, I-I'm not, I just... augh..." he shook his head, as if that would clear the verbal debris within his vocal chords. "I'm E-Erin Frizander... the cook on la Dame de la Profondeur, uhm, the pirate ship, head by Captain Sixx..." he managed to say, surprisingly clear of too many bumbles. He was feeling a little bit more at ease, but his nervousness was pretty standard. He wasn't nicknamed "Twitch" for nothing, after all... "...s-speaking of which, you wouldn't have happened to... to see anyone, uh, resembling a pirate pass by... have you?"
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Post by Broton on Oct 15, 2013 20:19:00 GMT -6
Broton scratches his beard, "hummmmmmm....... pirates you say..... nope I haven't seen any pirates lately." he replied to Erin. He starting looking side to side, looking at everyone. "Oh I think I see a pirate...." he then points at Erin. " Ha ha ha, I jest Erin, I couldn't pass that up." he smiled as he explained. "but on a more on point note, what do the pirates you looking for look like? I'm new here, but I'd be happy to keep an eye out for them lad" He says with a smile.
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Post by Erin Frizander on Oct 22, 2013 18:04:48 GMT -6
Raising an eyebrow, Erin gave a crooked smile in return to the dwarf's humour. "Well... one of them is a kinto, so the appearance of a possum. He wears brown and blues, as he's a bard... Captain Sixx wears the ship's colours, brown and red, a large captain's hat, it would be hard to miss her. It's, uhh, kind of obvious that they're both pirates..." he rambled. He'd gotten his stutter mostly under control, but he was still visibly nervous. He didn't have much contact with strangers, as he rarely went far from the ship when they docked. "Well... I guess, since you haven't seen them, I'll go see if I can find them still. I almost feel like I should give up and wait for them to come back to the ship though..." he sighed.
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Post by Deleted on Nov 7, 2013 14:43:36 GMT -6
"Did I hear Possum?" Suddenly, there was a pink leathery tail between the Bard and the Barbarian, Slitering between them. Soon after Ode slid into the Picture, placing a sly arm around Erin and Broton. "Good day, you summoned me do you?".
The Possum pirate wore a Bard Blue and Dark blue polka-dotted Bandana on his head, a long white furry face protruding out of it. Black around his icy white-blue eyes. A Row of pearly white teeth grinning from ear-to-ear. Wearing a light blue sash from shoulder to hip over a long brown leather coat.
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Post by Broton on Nov 7, 2013 15:12:52 GMT -6
Broton eyed the Possum that now that had its arm around him, "Ah yes lad, your friend Erin here was looking for you. And by the blessings of the gods it seems he was looking in the right place for ya."
'Its going to take a while for me to get used to these 'Kinto's' around here. I have to remember not to talk about some of my odder tastes in food.' he thought to himself as he sniffed Possum. Broton just wraps his arm right around Possum as he notices the light blue sash, "So lad, would you happen to be a bard?" He smiles ear to ear, "Erin why didn't you tell me this be for? I knew I'd find story's here sooner or later! HA HA HA."
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Post by Erin Frizander on Dec 3, 2013 11:19:51 GMT -6
As a long pink tail brushed up against his leg, Twitch jumped in surprise. But his leap didn't carry him very far, as Ode's arm slid around his shoulders a second later, keeping him more or less in the same place. He winced at the contact, and slowly started to try and shuffle away, though he knew it always did him little good. The bard was so unrelenting.
With his face tinging slightly red, he looked from the gleaming white row of teeth (that were much to close to him) back to the dwarf, just as the short man was... sniffing? 'What on Earth is he doing...?" Then his eyes grew wide. As a cook, of course it wasn't hard for him to see or understand, but it made him very uncomfortable to be thinking about any kinto related delicacies. Of course, he'd had terrible moments himself when he was first introduced to the crew of La Dame de la Profondeur, trying to separate the ideas of animals and people from the strange new category, but for the most part he was able to handle it. ...And, well, foods involving possums were disgusting anyway.
"I, uhh, well... Sorry, I thought I'd, um, mentioned that." he stumbled, entirely unsure of how to approach the situation -- Nevermind, of course, deal with the very awkward arm around him. Turning back to Possum, while trying to shrug off the limb, he said, "Well, uhh, I had t-to find you... Uhm, Captain told me too. I can't find her now either though... I was hoping I'd find the both of you at once so he could go back to the ship..."
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Post by Zudarkness on Jan 16, 2014 6:54:35 GMT -6
As Zu walked by the town feeling a little better he overhears a convocation as he walks by. The smell of dead flesh has worn off by now as he overlooks and sees a familiar face he has seen in many battle games when he was gathering souls Broton.
He did not want to startle them completely but at the same time it wouldn't be me if I didn't as he gets the brilliant idea of just staging on top of a ledge behind Broton
"Broton it may have been a while but it is me Zu We once collided on the battle field toghter when we were ditching on each other side after I insulted your mom and dad and we both died that day playfully, and we also county along side each other as well........Besides that how have you been "
It as tactless of Zu to do that but some memories are better remembered this way but when you are a walking damnation has been around for thousand of years inflicted by a curse and doing your work well these memories are the only way you can remember anything now adays.
After all MiAra could use some friends for her cause and Broton was one of the best to cause chaos but then again I've likes Broton and values his friendship and would be sadden to loose another one thanks to a curse br]
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