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Post by The Cloaked Swordsman on Aug 12, 2017 3:32:54 GMT
Amid the myriad of people inhabiting the streets, there walked a man who stood taller than the crowd. His figure was darkened and his head was covered by a hood. Though he stood out with his large black blade. It was a great sword that rested against his back, it's iron black as night. He wasn't walking very fast and the folk just walked around him as he made his way, like a fish against the stream. His footsteps were heavy on the cobble road. Abruptly he stopped, one man ran into him and almost said something, but looking up he decided against it and just walked off.
He stopped by a bakery, not the fanciest shop by any stretch but a humble little place. It was nestled between two indiscreet wooden buildings with a sign that read, "Red's Basket." The man produced a large hand from under his cloak, all wrapped in bandages up to his mid forearm, and pressed it against the oak door. It slid open with a little resistance and a bell chimed. "Welcome, how can I help... Oh None!" The lady recognized the man almost instantly even with his figure hidden. With a warn but resonating voice the man addressed as None replied, "Greetings Red. I'll have the usual." He sounded like he had finished but an instant later he added, "Please." Almost like he had to put thought into how to be polite. He then took a seat in the back of the mostly empty bakery and awaited his order. He pulled back his hood after he sat down revealing a weathered face that was all sharp edges and stoic. His hair was short, black, and didn't appear like it had ever laid flat against his head.
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Post by Pendragon on Aug 12, 2017 4:02:33 GMT
Casper hates crowds. He hates the way people walk, roughly in one direction, weaving a little, chatting as they go. People walk to the terminal so differently. Some almost skip, so exquisite is their joy of leaving for another shore. Others walk as if they are boarding a badly kept wagon, no more exciting than any other commute. Then there are the nervous ones, quick steps, and stern faces, everything about them tight and fearful. Everyone move to their own direction, a bunch of busy bodies.
Casper keeps his head low, wearing a cloak to hide; to hide what is he is. In the capital, if he reveals himself, it be like shaking up a hornet nest. The glares, the looks, the muttering and would not take long for things to get physical. His very existence will draw their gazes and hate. Casper could be an upstanding citizen, he still be hated. He could save someone like and still be hated. He could be the nicest person you could ever met, he still be hated.
Casper keeps himself more to the side of the road than the center, avoiding drawing any unnecessary attention. “One day, I will burn this hypocrisy down”, he says under his breath. “What remains will-“he stops himself as he look over to find another person dressed similarly. The man is much larger with a giant black sword. If his goal is to hide himself, that sword is a dead giveaway. Casper moves into a dark alley, and watch the man from a distance. “Yes sir, the man was in a cloak but he had a giant black sword with him. You can’t miss him!”
Ha, the stupid man does not understand the meaning of keeping a low profile. He might as well ditch the cloak as long he has the giant sword that is one color. Casper shakes his head, muttering stupid human silently under his breath. Casper is behind the building of the bakery. He finds a number of broken glass shards on the ground. He picks apiece up and hide behind the door. The moment the door opens, an older man comes out with trash. Once the trash is gone from his hands, he moves behind him. He places the glass to his throat. “Don’t move or make a sound. Put your hands up in the air.” His voice is low but calm. However, his heat is racing in his chest. “Make a sound and you die.”
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Post by The Cloaked Swordsman on Aug 12, 2017 17:55:12 GMT
Red would bring out a bread roll and cup of coffee for None. The aroma of the fresh ground coffee with the break mixed into a beautiful fragrance that set the tense None into a relaxed state. He gripped the cup with this whole hand, not even noticing the heat radiating off of the fresh brew, and took a sip. The noir liquid slipped passed his lips, and as the flavor mingled with this taste buds, a soft noise passed from his throat. A sound that one instantly knew as satisfaction. Placing the cup back down on the table None would say, "Best coffee in all of Arurid. Thank you, Red." A smile would cross her face and joy in her eyes. She would make curtsy and walk off to help the other customers.
The typically tense man sat there and drank his coffee while slowly picking at his bread. It wasn't so much that he came here when he was hungry, but when he needed to relax. The only times this man seemed to ease his shoulders was when he was here or in the midst of bloody combat. Though, the latter appeared to bring out something entirely different in him. Not many have seen None in the middle of combat and came back to tell about it, for better or worse, he managed to stay an anonymous bounty hunter and blacksmith down in Deathfall.
Something seemed wrong though. A man had taken out the trash and had yet to return, on an average day it was but a second or two, but he had was gone nearly a minute. Surely it was nothing, but None hadn't survived this long by ignoring gut feelings. He brought his massive frame into a standing position and, finishing off his coffee, stepped out of the back door to see what happened to this worker.
Upon exiting the door, he would see a cloaked figure and the man engaged in conflict!
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Post by Pendragon on Aug 12, 2017 19:00:17 GMT
The man appears to be scared. His body shakes in fear. His mouth trembles but nothing comes out. This fills Casper with joy. Casper lips turns into his grin, he presses the glass shard close to the man throat, nipping the man. The small cut drips red warm liquid onto the glass and down his neck. “I don’t have anything valuable.” Casper moves through the man clothing, searching for anything in his clothes. There is a chance the man is lying. If he is lying, he will die. If he is telling the truth, he will die too. Casper hates wasting time and time is money. “Silent, if you have nothing you will die here in this alley.”
The man begins pissing his pants and water flows down his eyes. “Please no sir, I have a family.” The man words fall flat to Casper. Casper father abandon him and his mother. His own mother also abandons Casper by taking her own life while he was still a child. His family losing their father only be a fraction to Casper pain. “Your family experiencing pain of loss be good for them.” Casper search all over the man clothing, he can find nothing. No gald or material found. Casper decided to kill the man. However, before he could puncture the man throat, the door open and the man with the giant black sword came out. Casper glares at the man and says “Go back inside, this is none of your business.”
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Post by The Cloaked Swordsman on Aug 13, 2017 21:29:36 GMT
None's bandaged hand would be visible outside of his cloak. None would raise his hand to grip his blade and brought it in front of him. He would then bring his mechanical hand to grip the handle as well. The sword was almost as tall as he was and could probably reach the man from where None presently stood. "Now, I will have to ask you one time to let him go. If you refuse to comply then I will have to cut you down." As he said this he widened his stance and lowered his blade a few feet.
His eyes were set on this man and his body eerily still. Every one of his muscles seemed to be tensed and there was no emotion in his eyes. It was easy to see that None was merely doing a service outside of his own personal feelings for this man. He simply worked at his favorite bakery and it would be bad form to let him perish here by some thug.
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Post by Pendragon on Aug 14, 2017 4:37:34 GMT
The large cloaked man apparently does not understand this situation. Casper watches him reveal his large black broad sword to the open. Casper takes notice of something abnormal hand. The shape and it’s aura from distance strikes Casper being odd. Through the man cloak, Casper can’t put his figure it out. Nonetheless, the man throws futile threats to Casper. Casper laughs, “Kekeke. Casper face shows zero hints of fear on his face or body. He keeps the glass shard at his throat. He stands directly behind his hostage with the glass shard in hand, the man is shaking in his boots with the smell of urine fills Casper nose—disgusting him.
The back alley is some distance from the main street. Unless someone had sort of reasoning, no one would normally come down here, unless his or her reasoning is like Casper. The man before Casper shows no emotion, but he can tell how tense he is from here. Casper can tell he is bluffing. The fact he is trying to keep a sober expression and he is so tense. Casper figures that if he had any confidence and had the ability to stop him, he would not say anything. Casper head be rolling across the floor already. Casper eyes look wild while a grin is plaster across his face. “Big talk, it just shows how weak you are.” Casper makes another nip at the man neck. “Here a tip you over ground monkey, don’t talk so big, it makes you look weak. Let us walk through this, if you had the skill to do anything I would already be on the ground. That sword of yours is much too big to be a threat while I have a hostage. While I have this hostage, you cannot make any real swing without hurting him.”
Casper releases another small laugh as he keeps watch on the man. “Obviously, you care about this human life while I do not. The moment you take any action, his life will be forfeited. Now, throw the sword out of reach behind you and throw any money on you over to me. I have all the confidents of killing the man and able to get away. “ Casper is either is insane or have done this before. Regardless, his body language oozes with confidence. His tone of voice does not give out the slightest bit of doubt or hesitation. Casper waits for the big man response.
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Post by The Cloaked Swordsman on Aug 15, 2017 0:59:20 GMT
None took just a moment to ponder this man's words and None's position in all of this. He talked big, believed that he was safe behind a hostage. If anything this showed how much of a coward the man was. Having to use someone else as a shield. Pitiful. It was also interesting how the man took him as tense. Perhaps if he were overly concerned about this pissing man then yes, he would be. Though, he had tried the only none violent action he had. Now it was time for action. "Enough talking."
In almost eerily smoothness None stepped forward and swung his massive blade at the two men. None's muscles were rippling with power as he made a wide arc. Usually, a swing from a blade like this would just smash someone's bones and organs, however with force, None was using it would easily cut through both men. He could see it now, in his mind's eye, as their bodies separated and dropped to the ground. Blood would pool and mix with the bowel movements leaving a horrendous odor. Eviscerating these two men would bring no joy to him, but he would feel like he rid the world of a scum bag and a weakling, too cowardly to defend himself.
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Post by Pendragon on Aug 17, 2017 16:48:01 GMT
Big man appears to be annoyed by Casper. He stands there in silence while listening to Casper. Then demand that talking stops. Casper releases another laugh. “Kekeke. Humans are so stupid, Casper thinks to himself. They do not even understand their own emotion. The man growing annoyed from talking. None tensioning up his muscles are all emotional reaction. The man swings his giant sword at Casper and the piss pant stain man. Casper kicks his hostage forward in hopes the stupid human kills the stupid hostage with him. Casper uses his kick as advantage to create distance and avoid the blade. If the stupid human continue to swing his blade, it will slice through his hostage. If that happens, Casper run to the street and scream murder.
If the man stops his blade, casper use his distance and grabs the glass shards on the ground with his esp power. His esp cover the small pieces and lift them up into the air in a fast movement. The many shards move towards the large man to cut and pierce into his body. However, even if this attacks a success, the glass won’t be a lot of damage. Casper then throw a trash can onto the ground to block the big man off and create some distance as he runs off into the main street while yelling “Stupid!”
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