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Post by Ibelin Dumont Baltonien on Jan 12, 2015 18:29:51 GMT -6
Swing! Retreat! Lunge! Swing! Retreat! Lunge!
It was times like this where Ibilin would translate his swordplay into how to properly have his way with a woman, and only a woman. Times where he was waiting for people, bored stiff and wanting to reserve his fighting strength for said person. Barbarians and mercenaries usually found him exercising these strategies before a fight; of course, Ibilin always took care of them pretty easily. He was, after all, the best swordsman in the entire Britannic Coast.
As his elongated period of embarrassment away from Charles, as well as his time spent waiting for the other two members of the Trio to figure out what was going to happen next in their futile plan that would certainly end in death, Ibilin decided he'd like to pull a scam with the mute man. A scam involving his skills as a fighter, blacksmith, and conman.
"Now if that wank would just show up!" he shouted as he thrusted once more.
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Post by Charles Atworth on Jan 14, 2015 18:03:31 GMT -6
Well well now. I thought to myself. I'd been watching Ibilin practice his swordplay for about eight minutes now, curious if what he did with his metal sword was similar to what he did with his flesh one. Then he said something about wanking and I decided I'd have to talk to him now or go home and do just that. So I wrote what I was going to say to him on my notepad and, while he was distracted, walked up behind him, gave him a firm tap on the ass and proceed to block his blow. Once he realised it was me, he gave me an expression that seemed to say, "don't you ever do that again!" He looked good angry... Bah, I shook my head, Now is not the time Charlie. I gave him an apologetic expression and showed him my notepad. "So you have an idea that'll sell?"
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Post by Ibelin Dumont Baltonien on Jan 16, 2015 21:49:38 GMT -6
After having nearly struck his new friend in the face with his rapier, being touched in an area that he'd rather have no other man touch, and giving him his 'oi, you! You wanker!' look, Ibilin sheathed his blade and rested his hands on his neck.
"Alright, mate," he greeted with a leer. "You said you wanted to do a con sometime, savvy? I've got me a few ideas, and was wanting to know, see if you'd be interested."
He spun away from the man and strutted out into the center of the arena before raising his hands--oh, the best hands of any man--to the stadium, his chain-like armour piling up at the shoulders and his 'condiment clothes', as Lukis called them, billowing in a sudden and super-convenient gust of wind.
"The Arena here is used by warriors to practice their fighting, and sometimes people have tournies...if you understand my dialect, that is. Tournaments, where people strut their stuff and swign their thing," he explained, turning back to face Charles. "Betting's a thing, too, at these tournies...so what if we, as in the two of we, made broken tournies, eh? Find some henchmen or something but we know the bests. That way, we know who has the best chance among the lot of us and we just get lots of money. Savvy?"
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Post by Charles Atworth on Jan 30, 2015 19:30:06 GMT -6
I took a moment to think of what the man said. It was a very good idea, simple to plan and execute, but difficult to make convincing. I decided that the risks were well worth the rewards. "Alright then," I wrote, "But we'll have to be careful with our planning, don't want anyone on the outside getting to know of this." After I wrote that, an idea came to mind. "Speaking of, do you know of anyone that the people here trust? Someone we can use to throw people off scent if they get too close to our plan."
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Post by Ibelin Dumont Baltonien on Feb 7, 2015 20:38:04 GMT -6
Ibilin placed his finger on his chin pensively as his Michael Cera moustache twitched from side to side, contemplating Charles' wise scribbles of words on his nifty calligraphy sign. While scams surely weren't uncommon in Wildgard, one of this calibre could certainly end badly if something went wrong, leading to the potential loss of their heads, or worse, a lot of cash.
Still, the warrior was determined to get his sword swinging and his money coming in, and so he thought of the only few people he knew that people trusted. The Minister had been out of the question since day one, which was really unfortunate since the Minister was really good at keeping secrets. Lukis was also well-liked by the people, and not taken quite as seriously so as to get people suspicious of him; after all, if he did something sketchy, people just thought about how he was a cute old man who was just up to some fun. The merchants, for some reason or another, were also really trusted by the people, which was strange considering the amount of pseudo-scams they performed.
That was it.
The merchant couple would be their buddies for this escapade.
"There's a pair of salespeople down in the marketplace," Ibilin began, strutting about as his finger wagged about in the middle of the air, "and they could really help us with any situations. They've got a lot of hirelings, and methinks that with enough, say, clangy clang of some coin, they could be valuable assets. Eh? Whatcha think?"
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