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| Topic Started: Jul 2 2016, 03:54 AM (443 Views) | |
| Sinjin | Jul 2 2016, 03:54 AM Post #1 |
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He walked along the dark streets in search for the said the location. He was very much new to the place and perhaps would have avoided it if not for a certain incident that happened in Hargeon Town. He had just began wandering out from his Deep Forest and wanted to visit the places that his now deceased monk friend had once told him about, and so it was for that reason he reached the waterfront town. However, when he arrived there, he came upon a crew of smugglers and caught sight of strange creatures he had yet to know of. Feeling more familiarity with them than with humans, it was natural for Nanashi to interest. And though he may have caused trouble and set a few free, he had learned that a shipment had been made and the rare ones were sent to a black market in Dandelion Sector. Hence, he made his way over. Still, the the raven-haired man felt uncertain about mingling with humans. It was just not his thing. Wearing his red yukata, black trousers and tabi-sandals, he was like a sore thumb in this dire and dreary place. All eyes were on him, probably realising the newcomer and planning for a way to rob him. He, on the other hand, was used to the foul energy that laid in the town, and so kept his wits about. A predator may entice his prey to fight back but a predator will never allow another to make him a prey. But it would have been better had he figured out more into this transaction. He couldn’t care less if this was human trafficking, to be honest, but as it concerned an animal, one he was more likely to sympathise with, he was brimming with determination to put an end to this. And he didn’t mind if it would lead him to a war with those people behind this plot. But of course, that was only if he knew who they were and where they were holed up. And wandering about the streets of Dandelion Sector wasn’t exactly the best way to get information (if he was trying to). Thus, it was inevitable that some who looked his way and thought themselves lucky, decided to follow him and attacked him at the turn of the corner. Sadly, they would be met with a vicious retaliation, the knife disarmed so easily and the thug’s skull smashed into the wall nearby, before Nanashi looked to the other who was in shock. But maybe this was an opportunity he could use. “Where is the black market?” he asked quite blatantly, and though his voice sounded strange at first, those days of learning how to speak with the monk proved useful at least. |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jul 2 2016, 07:38 AM Post #2 |
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Vigilantism. Or, perhaps a mere personal vendetta? Whatever it was, Artorius Sidonis didn't enjoy it happening in his city without his knowledge. He had a strict set of rules when it came to dealing with the smugglers, the criminals, the killers, and the thieves, one which he had developed over time and consideration, using his vast wealth of contacts in the underground, and most importantly his years, decades even, of experience here in the city of Dandelion. He learned from first-hand experience what pure, raw, unadulterated vigilantism does in a city like this. Nothing. It does nothing. All those years of killing and capturing crime bosses hadn't amounted to much at all for Artorius, or for the city. He had learned the hard way that when you cut off the head of a king taijitu that now the second one's calling the shots. Such occurrences were common in Dandelion where the life of a crime boss is always in a state of flux, and its leadership often transient. And he learned what personal vendettas can do to a man, too. He had lost some of his best friends to their own internal conflicts. He remembered how Shen died a fool because of his foolish, reckless, ambitious rage. Artorius had his own fair share of scars from revenge-fueled rampages too. At the end of all this, Artorius realized that crime was very much a part of Dandelion. It was integral to its survival. The city didn't import food or wheat or jewels or lacrima, it imported blood, steel, drugs, and crime. Little else, little more. It was so palpable that you could smell it in the salty, coastal air. He could feel it filling his lungs each time he drew breath. Like it or not, it was a part of it, and going about slaughtering local smugglers wasn't going to change that. In fact, it made it worse. When you eliminate one syndicate's men, who are the first people to blame? A vigilante? Not always. It's usually their next best enemy. Dealing with a gang war was the last way Artorius wanted to spend his summer, and so he quickly made his way towards where his informants had caught wind of a scuffle. The speed and expertise of his informants had always been such a great help to him and his organization. Artorius arrived quickly. Not nearly in the nick of time, though, as a man now lay dead before another, his skull smashed into the wall, with smooshed brains and chips of his skull adorning the concrete. "That's enough. Take your petulant rage elsewhere. I won't condone it in my city," Artorius said, his hood casting an intimidating shadow over his face. Combined with his hair that fell over much of his face, all that could be seen of his features were two glowing hazel eyes, a vaguely disappointed frown, and a cigarette hanging from his lips. |
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| Sinjin | Jul 2 2016, 02:36 PM Post #3 |
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He paused for a moment, taking a moment to reconsider the sudden change of events. He was mostly surprised when he did not notice this hooded man until he spoke. And though he wasn’t really aiming to kill the other thug, this hooded man sure knew what Nanashi was capable of at least. A capable man to use words to warn rather than to draw weapon first before talking. It meant that he was quite confident with his skills, a rather interesting development. Still, Nanashi would have preferred to have not to encounter with any humans. Humans? He let go of the other thug, pushing him away as his eyes narrowed, observing the hooded man. He was human, indeed, and yet something pulsed within him that seemed not human at all. It was intriguing and confusing all the same. And he frowned at the thought of it. He didn’t like being confused. However, he decided to focus on the words that the man had spoken. “Your city?” Nanashi repeated with much interest. Then he approached the hooded man with much more eagerness rather than hostility, “Then tell me where the black market is? I have been going about for days. I must set them free.” It wasn’t normal for a person to blurt out looking for an underground community of merchants of the rare and controversial, especially in places like Dandelion Sector, but Nanashi wasn’t your normal person. He made the connection that if this man called this “his city” then surely he would know. It was the same concept that the Deep Forest to the east of the kingdom was “his territory” and therefore he knew all about it. But of course, he had to be careful and should the latter’s reply be otherwise, he might end up being aggressive just to get his answers. |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jul 2 2016, 05:26 PM Post #4 |
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Artorius gave the man a quick glance over, his eyes narrowed as he scrutinized his every detail. His clothing seemed inherently Minstrelian -- a scarlet kimono, with an ochre obi, and loose-fitting trousers. A guard made of boiled and hardened leather, dyed a deep black with a silk pendant adorned his throat. Armguards of a similar make, along with prayer beads on his wrists, adorned his lower arms. Though he dressed and looked like a monk, Artorius knew he wasn't one of them. He'd lived with monks, trained with them, even meditated with them. This man before him was as much of a monk as Artorius was, which was hardly at all. It showed in how the stranger moved. There was a wildness in his movements, a feral air permeating from his skin, his very pores. Artorius could smell it. It was different from the scent he gave off himself, that of a creature which soared the skies. A Dragon. No, the scent was different, reminding Artorius of Snow, one of his closest companions, like fresh earth, pines in the summer, and the general musk of the wild. "You're not from here, are you?" Artorius said, though the question was largely rhetorical. Artorius shook that off, refining his focus so as to not lose himself to distraction. He continued, "If you were from here, then you would know. There is no Black Market in Dandelion. Dandelion is the black market. Everywhere you look, everywhere you see, stolen goods, stolen people, stolen things. Everywhere and nowhere. You only need to look. If you're searching for something in particular, then you're basically trying to find a needle in a haystack. A pointless endeavor, really," Artorius puffed on his cigarette, before his eyes suddenly lit up. Opportunity struck. This man didn't look like he had money in his pockets, but a favor in exchange for a job, along with a little bit of increase in his guild's reputation, could prove a bit more lucrative than a fistful of jewels. "Though, it might not be so pointless after all. You might just be in luck. I know a man who's particularly good at getting his hands on things, who has his ear close to the ground in this little city. He might find what you're looking for. Though, that'll depend on two things: what you have to offer in exchange, and what you're looking for. So, what'll it be?" Edited by Mazohyst, Jul 2 2016, 11:43 PM.
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| Sinjin | Jul 2 2016, 11:37 PM Post #5 |
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(OOC: I realized we have the same font color… so i’ll stick to being un-bolded to differentiate. ^_^) He could tell that the man was wary of him. Probably observing and making sense of who he was. He did the same. He made sure to remember whatever it was that made this man who he was, though really it was quite hard to see beyond the hood and the hair that obscured his facial expression. Though he must admit seeing those eerie but beautifully haunting eyes made him quite excited. Perhaps the sense of something feral or primal about the other was getting to him. Still, he didn’t like having to talk much but he needed to be able to communicate. If only he had acquired the same patience as his monk friend. Sadly, his natural tendency to be blunt was showing without restraints. "Yes, I am not from here." At least, he avoided the clicking of his tongue and making it seem like he was an arrogant fool. Then of course, the hooded man’s reply came as rather a surprise and confusion. It took a moment for the words to register in his head. How could a market be a city? Or a city be a market? He thought back to the simple lessons he had gotten from the monk. A market is a place within the city that sells goods. So how could a city be a market when it’s supposed to be bigger? Ah! “So this city is a market of sorts? Very dark and gloomy for a market.” He interjected just as the thought passed his mind, eyes glancing quickly aside before going back to the hooded man. Hearing the rest of the hooded man’s words, he suddenly a bit lucky. He was a simple man, after all. He had no ulterior motives. When one presents a solution, he would think about it and when it seems logical to him, he’d pretty much jump to it without hesitation. After all, there was nothing to fear when you’ve lived your life as the predator. “Great, that would be wonderful. I am merely looking for a smuggler of rare beasts. Apparently, there was a shipment from Hargeon Town. I don’t really believe in domestication of the great beasts, and I don’t like it when people trade them for money. It’s unjust,” he explained, “In exchange, you’d have my gratitude of course, unless it was a lie. Though I don’t have anything on me, nor do I have any other goals or destination in mind, then perhaps I could also repay you with a favor.” He cringed his brows as he tried to remember, closing his eyes for a moment before finally coming up with the correct words. “A monk once told me, never to forget to repay your debt. So if you do ill towards me and my brethren, you will pay dearly at the cost of your life. But if you do kindness, then I must repay with equal kindness… though I’d rather avoid humans since they’re always changing hearts.” Then he opened his eyes and raised a pointed finger as if to denote a decision. “I know, since I am not inherently kind, I can perhaps repay you with my… uh… how do you say that? Power? Services? Work? For from the way I’ve experienced this world so far, there are a lot of humans who want to destroy and do ill to others. Well, I am quite experienced in eradicating them from my territory so perhaps I could do the same here or wherever needed.” Edited by Sinjin, Jul 2 2016, 11:48 PM.
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jul 5 2016, 06:50 PM Post #6 |
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"I'm not going to explain this to you," Artorius said bluntly, believing that any effort gone into explaining Dandelion's predicament, or what a black market really is, to this stranger was little more than a waste of breath. Perhaps it was the stranger's wild sensibilities, but Artorius felt a profound ignorance of society permeating from him. Artorius shrugged his shoulders at this. Artorius listened closely with incredible scrutinizing detail as the man spoke. He took in every word, along with every single one of the man's movements, into his mind and analyzed it in order to determine whether or not he was lying. When Artorius considered everything he checked again, sniffing at the air softly. So keen was the Dragon Slayer's nose that he could smell a lie, or at least the indicators of a liar namely sweat and the chemicals within it. There was no change, and Artorius relaxed for a moment as he collected his thoughts. "If you're looking for some smuggled animals, then our best bet is to check the docks," Artorius said astutely. The man knew exactly how crime worked in this city. He had spent years studying it. He spent even longer as a major part of it. Artorius had worked with and against virtually every single organization within Dandelion to the point where the mere mention of his name made him seem like a boogeyman. Nevertheless, there was one organization who handled much of the smuggling in this city, who largely operated on the docks. The Whaler's Gang. The Whaler's Gang was a notorious band here in the city. They ruled the docks with an iron fist, and slaughtered anyone and everyone who got in their way. While they were primarily smugglers, they also operated in extortion and assassination. Killers for hire. Artorius had the misfortune of crossing them at some point, and he had the scars to prove it, but he had damaged much of their operations in the process. But that was a lifetime ago. Since then, he had struck a sort of chord with them. Not an alliance or a deal perse, but an agreement for Nine Lives and the Whalers to avoid bloodshed as much as possible. "Where we're going, you won't draw blood or fight. If you do, I'll kill you where you stand. We're just going to ask them some questions, got it?" Artorius leaped from his vantage point that overlooked Nanashi's position and landed on another building. The docks weren't far from here, but he wasn't going to wait for the stranger to catch up either. |
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| Sinjin | Jul 7 2016, 09:46 AM Post #7 |
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He raised a brow the first statement. Well, he supposed it would be strange to ask something that may have been regarded as trivial by the latter. He would not push it. He’ll just have to accept that not all markets are small and within a city, and that there could be cities that are markets. Perhaps it was one of those trade towns of sort. Still, far too dark and dreary. The man was willing to help and though he could very well sense that there was some unknown power that surrounded the hooded man, Nanashi could only trust in his words. Naive, maybe, but he had always been a one-track mind, and if this would help in his search to end the smuggling, it’ll do. “Then I’ll not kill if that’s what you say,” he said almost nonchalantly though he knew very well the gravity of those words. He had lived a life where killing is akin to surviving. A predator must devour the prey, and in doing so, no matter how precious a life could be, killing was done. Of course, when it involved humans, it always had something to do with hunts. They, who needlessly entered his Deep Forest in the past to harm him only got what they deserved. And so, killing was akin to justice in a way, for the hunters should be prepared to die knowing that they hunt to kill as well. “Though, I must say, it is strange. How can you teach them the wrong of their actions when you cannot punish them? Isn’t it only fit to exact death to one who tramples on life as well? Surely, they expect it no less.” he uttered before he saw the hooded man take his words and begin to jump from roofs. He raised another brow, a little surprised at the other’s demeanour but seemingly acceptable at the moment since he didn’t really know the man yet. So he prepared himself, telling himself of the rule that the hooded man had given with regard to how they would proceed with this. And then he would gather his strength and jump, kicking off the wall of a building upwards before landing on top. From there, he raced along the rooftop just behind the latter. It was amazing how the scenery seemed to change. What was seemingly dreary at first, seemed like a cluster of bright lights here and there now. With the dark night sky, it was almost as if the city was illuminating itself in a strange aura. Not entirely bad, though it was a different kind of darkness from what he was used to in the forest. Nevertheless, he followed without much of a complaint. In fact, he was beginning to be eager to know who this man was. Surely, he was powerful. A predator. |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jul 11 2016, 06:32 PM Post #8 |
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There seemed to be definite hypocrisy in the man's words, but from his point of view it made perfect sense. Killing one of the Whalers would result in little more than more killing. Artorius had worked hard to strike a chord with the Whaler's Gang, and killing one of them would undo all the efforts. While the Whalers were certainly killers themselves, being blades for hire, it wasn't as though Artorius could condemn them for this. Nine Lives were also swords for hire, or a gun or bow depending on the situation. Having both organizations existing in a similar sphere made for an exceptionally tenuous and tense situation, one which was balanced on a razor's edge. Artorius wouldn't allow anyone, especially not a stranger to his city, to disrupt that. If such a thing happened, he'd gladly offer the stranger's head to the Whaler's on a silver platter if he needed to. "Their actions are wrong, but this city is built on wrong," Artorius said, before explaining in further detail. "Think of this way. When you remove the predators from an ecosystem, what happens? The prey grow and then they multiply. As they grow fat and numerous, the food becomes scarce. They've eaten all of it. Then, finally they'll all die out. This city is an ecosystem, too. One with predators and prey. If you remove the predators, like the Whalers Gang, then there will be chaos, disorder. The goods they smuggle in can be dangerous, and they're often illegal, but while they damage the city on one hand, they help it too. They don't just smuggle in beasts, weapons, or drugs. Sometimes they smuggle in people looking for a new lease on life, or much-needed medicine to save a life. I know at least one good back-alley doctor who relies on them for medicine who's saved at least two dozen lives, mine included. If you punish them, if you wipe out these predators, all those people that rely on them are ruined. Or, maybe they'll be replaced. When you kill all the wolves, what do you do when the tigers replace them? That's why I maintain the balance, and why I'll kill someone who disturbs it for no good reason." Artorius had spoken from experience. Experience that came from years in the wilds, be they the Mazahar or the Lancarri of Fiore, the Kessig Wolf Runs in Bosco, the Forests of Minstrel, and the Scorched Lands of Desierto. But, most of all it was his experience and intimate knowledge of this city and the way it worked that developed his words. Then, there was something else about it. It was the fact that Artorius had lived on both sides of this city's ecosystem: prey, and now, predator. Leaping from another building, they soon reached the docks. A huge wire fence topped with barbed wire stood. Signs were plastered all over the posts, warning intruders. Artorius placed his hand against the fence and took a breath, and as he exhaled an enormous man-sized hole was blown through it, leaving only wisps of black smoke trailing from the wound. Ducking under the sharp, exposed wire, Artorius strode forward across the concrete and towards the docks, where an enormous metal ship filled with iron cargo containers rested on its deck. |
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| Sinjin | Jul 12 2016, 06:27 AM Post #9 |
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As they continued to run along the rooftops, Nanashi received a sort of lecture for his part. He tried his best to understand the man’s words and perhaps the analogy of the predator and the prey helped him understand. Still, he found the explanation rather unnerving, almost too close to the heart. In fact, wasn’t he confronted with such a problem not too long ago when he was leaving his Deep Forest? The fear against the predator that pushed the villagers to hunt him down had indeed affected as to how the rest of his creature brethren would survive. It was the very reason for his resistance. He fought in order to push away the intruders. He wanted stability. So he frowned at the thought when he realised he may be doing the same thing that those villagers were doing in this new city he found himself in. Still, he couldn’t help but question the hooded man as they neared their destination. “Then who ensures your activity is right? You may end up being the new predator that hunts out the others.” Of course, he didn’t mean anything bad about that. He was merely trying to voice out his thoughts now that this man had enlightened him with a new perspective of the world. Indeed, there was still so much to learn about the world beyond his Deep Forest. He was quite surprised when the man had suddenly breathed out a dark fog that ate away the wired fences, just enough for them to pass through. He had learned from Datu and from his encounter with the assassin Gale that such powers were found in certain humans, but he didn’t think he would meet one out here so fast. This only proved that the world beyond his forest was far too vast and he needed to quickly become attuned to the way it worked or else he might end up the ignorant predator to be hunted down by preys, or turn into a prey. As they entered the docks through makeshift path through the fence, Nanashi smelled the sea breeze wafting into the air. Next, he smelled the iron and smog, and within those he recognized the scent of creatures. He was about to head out straight away, but then stopped after a few steps. He then looked back to the hooded man and said, “I almost forgot. I apologise. I shall follow your lead. I personally know the consequences of destroying the ecosystem of predators, and I’d rather not cause it here.” |
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| 竜 Mazohyst | Jul 27 2016, 04:41 AM Post #10 |
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The stranger's question was a good one. One which Artorius often found asking himself as well. If his own actions went unchecked, then he was a legitimate danger not only to this city, but for everyone else beyond it too. But such was why Artorius had learned methods of moderation, as well as meditation, in order to control himself. Moreover, he had systems of checks and balances elsewhere, such as his guild. He trusted them. Trusted them enough to take his life if such a thing became necessary. Thankfully, the era in which he lost himself to his power and ambitions was long over, at least for the moment. "I already am that predator," Artorius said, plainly and bluntly. "I merely need to keep my appetite low. That is all." Once through the wire fence, across the docks, and inside the metal ship, Artorius approached a lone cargo container marked with the visage of a whale painted on its sides. As they approached it, Artorius observed how the hairs on the back of his neck stood upright. Moreover, the scent of flesh and blood lingered all around them. They were being watched. But Artorius paid no mind to this, merely knocking upon the container, sending a metallic echo reverberating through the air. With a loud creak, the container began to open, prompting Artorius to step back a moment, before he was finally invited through, where he then walked through the narrow crack. The interior of the container was anything but expected. It was lavish; decorated with imported rugs and carpets, paintings and tapestries. A chandelier affixed with exotic lacrima crystals was even hung to the top of the container. At the end of the container was a desk made out of pure mahogany, lined with brass and bronze fittings, where a man, dressed in a red jacket, with a hood over his head, and a mask resembling those designed to filter out deadly toxins covered his face. "Artorius Sidonis," the masked man said, his voice muffled and distorted by the apparatus over his face. "To what do I owe a visit?" "Tell them, stranger," he said, turning his gaze towards his companion. Edited by Mazohyst, Jul 27 2016, 04:41 AM.
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