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| Father.Cloud | Mar 6 2010, 04:27 AM Post #1 |
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A town close to Death City got lively. The inhabitants cheering and screaming as the festival below increased in proportions. Fortune tellers, gift shops, and all manner of scams and attractions. A nearby bar was the only silent thing in the whole village. The silenced had been started as a woman walked in. Her pink hair flowing behind her, and her red eyes locked ahead to a door. She quietly flicked a couple of dollars at the nearby bartender, and walked inside. Slamming the door shut, the awkward silence began to dissipate, when suddenly a hand came out of the doorway. It held a sign, and as it found the doorknob, it quickly put the sign on and retreated. As a nearby drunk man walked by, he leaned over and read the sign. "Soku. Mercenary for hire" The drunkard stumbled away, the beer in his glass spraying all over the floor. As the crowd grew back to its normal volume, the bar returned back to normal. The drunkard stumbled over to the bar, and chugged down his beer. He almost fell of the stool, slamming his elbow on the bar counter. "Ow! Piece of shit!" The drunkard slammed his fist on the counter, recoiling from the pain. Everyone was staring at him, wondering how many drinks he had. The bartender sighed at the man, turning back to polish his cups. The drunkard noticed the subtle gesture, and vaulted over the bar counter, grabbing the bartender. He slammed him up against the counter, and then held him close to his face, his horrible smelling breath making the bartender gag. He screamed and yelped a bunch of words that were completely gibberish, and then looked around the room. His eyes peered over at the doorway, and as if on cue, the door popped open. The woman standing there stared at the drunkard. She just stared, He dropped the bartender, and rushed the woman. "Who do you think you are anyway?!" The crowd gasped as the drunkard foolishly ran towards what they thought was his death. The bartender went back to his cups, hoping she didn't kill him. She unsheathed the sword around her waist, revealing the fine metal that was perfectly sharpened. The drunkard slowed down a moment, considering if he could beat a sword. As he tried to stop his running, the woman just stared at him with intense eyes. "Don't do something if you wont follow through" The sheathe slammed into his leg, sending him flying forwards. His momentum was stopped, but it was a bad thing that it had been stopped. The woman latched on to the mans arms, and flung him over her head, slamming the man into a nearby table, the nearby drinkers quickly leaping out of the way. He let out a gasp of air, and then lied there, completely unconscious. She grabbed the paper on the door she had put up, and shredded it to pieces. She quickly wrote a new one slapped it on the door, and the returned to inside. The paper read: -Soku, Swords master Mercenary. Will accept any job- A cloaked man walked into the room, and everyone passed him by as a paying customer. As the night grew longer however, a loud smash was heard, the man flying through the door. Soku came out of the room, not showing much expression, but the man looked scared. She bent over and picked him up by the collar. "Do you expect me to do you a job for free? Come with money, you old fool. I won't take this lightly" Soku kicked the man, him flipping over onto his side. She was very bored, and this man wasting 2 hours of her time did not help lift the boredom. She attempted to act mean, trying to draw out someone to do something. She wanted to do anything. She just needed a cure for the night's quiet. Edited by Father.Cloud, Mar 13 2010, 03:30 AM.
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