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"Aw, bloody-- look what ya've gone and done!" Pete clutches at his hip with a grimace of anguish, half-slumped over the railing. His feral eyes glare at Tsaerri up the ramp.
"I DON"T NEED YOUR HELP!" Tsaerri sees a massive bandit wind up and clock Syrgei flat on his back with a sledgehammer. "IDIOT!" she screams down at him, not really caring if his fancy coat protected him or not. More important things to worry about... "Wow, that looks painful." She smirks at Pete as she advances on him, flipping her sword in the air. "Gahhh, come'on Tsae, I taught y'everything y'know, ya don't gotta do this." "Wow, you know I hadn't even considered that. I do NOT, in fact, have to kill you." She shrugs. "I still want to, though." "By th' Gods, why? I never did nothin' but good for ya, you'd'a starved it weren't for me. Don't look a' me like that, I never e'en touched ya, Gods know I should'a bent you over--" He finds it suddenly difficult to express himself with the barrel of Tsaerri's pistol inside of his mouth. She doesn't even dignify him with a retort, looks in the other direction as she pulls the trigger. A strange weight of weariness descends on Tsaerri as she makes her way back down the ramp. I'm suddenly really tired of fighting. |
“IDIOT” echoes dimly in his ears as he pushes himself off the ground. “Yeah, probably,” he coughs out, taking great, sucking breaths to try and re-fill his lungs.
Half-prone and somewhat dazed, he kicks himself into a sideways roll and hears the clatter of the hammer on the ground behind him. |
Eduardo looked about, rather upset that his boasts of wealth have still not earned him an opponent. His eyes and ears fall upon the unfolding drama, watching as Tsaerri and this Pete character share some sort of reunion. He paused from his indignation, enjoying the drama before him. With the final shot he jumped backwards in surprise, clapping his hands together quickly afterward in approval.
"Oh, bravo indeed! That was a fine display! What a show indeed!" He wiped a solitary tear from his eye, moved by the experience. Clearly he was too easily distracted from the rest of the fight, but it appeared that the other bandits were in no position to divert attention to the pink and green fop while much more dangerous characters were still up and about. |
Syrgei regains his feet, but still hunched over slighly as the bandit wielding the sledgehammer, bolstered by his hit, advances on him.
He holds up a hand, palm towards the bandits. "One moment...*gasp*...just...*cough*...give me a second here." Drawn by his confidence, two more bandits flank their comrade, backing Syrgei towards the cavern wall. The thief straightens, finally regaining his full breath. "Okay, I'm better now." All three attack at once. Just as they bandits are about to converge on him, Syrgei leaps from the wall and over their heads, twirling as he does so and lashing out with his single dagger to bite at them. Instinctively following his opponent, one bandit, now sporting a bloody side, turns sideways and into the business end of the sledgehammer the other was wielding as he then turns in the oppotsite direction. Syrgei lands with a crouch and retrieves his other dagger. |
The death of their leader didn't stop the remaining bandits from putting up a fight. The three bandits, now unofficially led by the one weilding a sledgehammer continued to pursue Syrgei though they gave themselves more bruises in the proccess. Down the cavern from them, a few others screamed or charged at the charr wrecking ball that was Dan Magnum while Eduardo clapped and cheered his adventurers on. Pete's corpse merely hung silently on the railing for a few seconds, before it fell to the edge of the walkway and slid beneath the railing to splash into the water below that was now blossoming shades of pink where bodies lay.
*** Syrgei continues to fight with the bandits, less one who slinks off cradling his head, and a too-heavy swing from the leader puts his side easily within boot range and Syrgei kicks him over the edge of the stone, leaving his fate to fortune and whether or not there is enough water to spare him. Befret of his back-up, the remaining bandit turns and runs, and Syrgei does not follow. |
Tsaerri takes care to avoid the commotion with the remaining bandits as she heads for the exit. "I'm leaving, she calls to whoever happens to be listening. "I think we've done enough here. Send the Seraph to clean up, if it matters."
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"WE ARE NOT DONE!"
Dan yells out in a feral roar as he fires point blank in to the chest of one of the hapless bandits. In the chaos he catches the movement of one of the more sane ones attempting to run away. "Oh no you don't." He breaks in to a run, loping after him. At first it appears as if he won't be able to close the distance, but then... "HERE COMES KITTY!" Dan's hind legs erupt in to fire as his boots ignite in rockets, propelling him forward. Claws outstretched, he figuratively explodes against the poor sod who made a poor and desperate choice because of his low socio-economic opportunities and poor education brought on by a 'trickle down' government policy and a lack of mandated standardized schooling. However, this was all lost on both Dan and the bandit, as Dan was incapable of pronouncing 'socio-economic', and the bandit was now dead. My word, you can actually function for once. That's worth at least a gold star. Dan roared again, descending in to laughter as he began to fire at the rest of the general banditry while standing over the beaten corpse of the impoverished vagrant that he had slain. "Do you believe in your human gods?! I'll send you all straight to Grenth!" |
Syrgei somersaults into the hall shortly behind Tsaerri; shortly after Dan's cry of fury and hail of bullets. One ricochets off the stone just behind the thief.
"Sounds like Dan is taking care of that." He looks at Tsaerri as she's walking. "You're just leaving? We're suppose to at least act like we're escorting our sponsor, though he certainly seems to be enjoying himself." *** Meleron looked up at the Guild office entrance. “Synod of Gods…feh.” She stalked up to the front door and pushed it open, looking about the hall for whomever it was she was supposed to meet. Few members, ambitious leader, easy enough to get in: Step one of breaking the racial divide. If these undead really are the threat they appear to be, I’ll go along with this. |
"Well, go get him! I'm tired." Tsaerri mostly ignores Syrgei, making for the stairs where they came in.
Goddess, what's wrong with me? I think it might be time to crack open that Elonian wine when I get home, maybe after a warm bath. And then never thinking about people I used to know again.... ****************************************** Skaeye glances in the mirror one final time, the effort of dignifying herself as the de facto president of the guild still somewhat foreign to her. She had found the fitted, cornsilk-colored dress, stitched with elegant fleurs in darker marigold, more troublesome to don than her plate armor. It will have to do. I mustn't keep the envoy waiting. She was apprehensive about the meeting, knowing next to nothing of Charr culture, all but certain that she'd inadvertently offend her guest. But if they were ever to grow, she would have to become accustomed to such things. The knight steps out from her solar and makes her way down to the main meeting area of the guild hall. At the first sight of the stranger, she instantly regrets not choosing her armor after all. She's like to think me some spoiled noble too rich to get myself dirty on the battlefield, inept for command. Balthazar, is that what I'm becoming? No matter, she sees me now. I can only do my best. Skaeye squares herself, standing as straight as she can before the Charr in her hulking, gruesome armor. "You must be Meleron of the Doom Warband. I'm honored to have such a fierce warrior among us. Skaeye Stratarre at your service, president of the Synod of Gods. Welcome." She hesitates only slightly as she extends her hand in greeting. |
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Skaeye gingerly takes one of the Charr's bladed talons between her fingers, shaking her hand gingerly. Flustered, she brushes her hair aside and smooths her dress -- both unnecessary.
"I must apologize, um, Meleron -- is there a title I should be addressing you with? -- I've apparently become a bureaucrat quite without meaning to. Meetings with suppliers, lawyers, other guild representatives, it's been months now since I've unsheathed my sword. I am a knight first and always, though, I swear. May I show you around?" |
Meleron goes along with the motion, gradually understanding the gesture.
The awkwardness of the handshake past, Meleron explains, "all charr are soldiers. In my Legion I am Centurian, but as a member of this guild my rank will be what you decide." She swings her head to each side, taking in the guild hall. "Yes, I would appreciate a look around." |
"I am that which is! I am the beginning of your end! I AM-!"
Dan paused in the middle of bastardizing a quote from another universe, realizing in his assault that his was the only assault taking place. With a shrug of his shoulders he put his pistols away, scampering off to follow the rest of the party. And what about old Eddy boy? What's he up to? "I am rather upset!" Eduardo fumed, putting away his money bag as he followed Tsaerri out. "I had my first fight and I was completely ignored! As if...As if I hwasn't a danger to any of them! All of their aggressiveness was targeted at everyone else. Hwhy is that, Tsaerri?" He turned his head, giving her a look of innocent curiosity. Oh boy. |
She shrugs, only half-listening to the Sylvari. "They were probably worried about litigation. Your lawyers are way scarier than me, I'd bet." She stops to check behind her if the others are following. "Come on, we should really get out while it's clear. Let's go already."
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Meleron inspects the room that is to be her quarters, the furniture seemingly slightly...dainty, by her standards. There is a rack for her armour, but it would barely fit without the spikes gouging into the wall.
"Mmmmmm, I'll have to commission a few more functional wares." The sound of the guild door opening distracts here from her survey, and she strides out of her room and back to the main foyer where her new companions have returned, and stands to greet them. |
Tsaerri sees the laughably-armored cat-beast awaiting them and takes a prompt turn to the left upon entering, heading to take a well-deserved bath. Someone else can deal with that.
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Meleron sees the delicately styled Mesmer take a sudden turn and away from the rest of the group, her amber eyes looking the human up and down as she walks away. On a mission in that?
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