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Post by Seno on Oct 4, 2001 21:46:37 GMT -5
Seno gave her an acknowledging glance before rising to sit on the bar stool next to her.
"Something that burns on the way down," He ordered. "Pretty impressive moves ya got there. A little overkill, but impressive."
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Post by Mishika / Rhissa on Oct 5, 2001 4:09:39 GMT -5
She gave a slight playful grin, "Overkill is not in my vocabulary," she began rummaging through her cloak. "And I'm paying for dinner," Before he could protest, or even say another word, she dropped two gold coins on the table. "I want a salad and a steak. Make it clean and make it snappy. Just think of your tip." she rubbed her hands on her cloak as though getting rid of grime that was on the table. Continuing the conversation, "Besides, I hate dealing with petty thieves. I should have broke his arm when I had the chance," she took another sip of wine, she mused over he glass. "It's very good, you might want to get a glass yourself," and she took a second sip and placed it back on the table.
OOC: Just a note, she's sitting at a table, not at the bar, unless you mean a seat next to her or something. Just wanted to clarify.
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Post by Seno on Oct 5, 2001 13:45:18 GMT -5
"Not a problem," Seno responded casually. "I'll have a rack of ribs." He shrugged, "I'm not the wine type. I prefer something that bites on the way down." The man took a sip of the alchohal he ordered. "Ran into some would-be muggers earliar. The runts are getting bolder in who they try to nail."
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Post by Mishika / Rhissa on Oct 5, 2001 22:32:50 GMT -5
She grinned slightly. "They dont know when they're dealing with professionals, ne?" she took another casual sip and glanced out the window, although there was not much to see. "What kind of work do you do?"
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Post by Audrey Thatch on Oct 6, 2001 7:05:18 GMT -5
The dainty waitress took the two orders down onto a small dirty parchment, and toddles off to hand the orders to her uncle. She began to flit from table to table, eavesdropping a little to see if she could hear anything of use to her. 'Drunken bastards.. The lot O' em..' she muttered to herself as a middle aged, obviously drunk man attempted to catch a hold of her rear, but missed, and fell noisily to the wooned floor. She tsked, and neatly stepped over the top of his reeking body.
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Post by AuroraMatsuda on Oct 6, 2001 11:28:06 GMT -5
Leonor bursts into the bar, leaning against the door she had just came thorugh only seconds before. She caught her breath for awhile and sat at the bar.
"Give me something hard," she told the bartender. She placed her elbows on the bar and rested her head on her wrists. As she waited she began to think to herself. 'How am I to live my life nowadays...? I have no more adventures...and no one has hired me in quite awhile...I can't go on...help me mother, father. I need help...' Her eyes turned a gray as she thought about the past.
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Post by Seno on Oct 6, 2001 15:38:30 GMT -5
Seno showed his right shoulder and pushed up the short sleeve to show the insignia of the S.E.A corps. "Always someone to fight and always a free meal at the end of the day," he replied. "I'd take that guarentee over riches any day."
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Post by AuroraMatsuda on Oct 6, 2001 16:26:52 GMT -5
Leonor reached over and grabbed her drink. She gulped it down in about 3 or 4 gulps. She slammed the glass down.
'Damn...not enough...' she thought to herself. Then she turned to the bartender.
"Give me some more," she demanded. She couldn't help it. Whenever she felt like sh*t she drank. So that she did.
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Post by Mishika / Rhissa on Oct 6, 2001 23:13:03 GMT -5
She gave a friendly nod of approval, "Very nice, very nice. It'd be great if I had a consistent job like that..." she trailed off a little and sipped her drink again as her alternative to talking. She looked in her glass absent mindedly, taking notice of her reflection. She blinked blankly and shrugged at nothing. Continuing with the conversation, "You fight for a good cause. I wish you luck on your journeys and missions." she smiled.
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Post by Audrey Thatch on Oct 7, 2001 5:32:56 GMT -5
The waitress placed a tiny hand on Leonor's shoulder. Her look was one of both concern and disgust. How could somone drink themselves into a drunken stupor? It really was beyond her. She had been drunk before, and never wished to be drunk again.. Or else some of her greatest regrets might re-light one day. Her voice was very feminine and sweet, but had the harshness of a sea upbringing in her accent. "What're ye doin then girlie? Ye're gonna drink yerself inte an oblivion.." She hands Leonor a glass of water, and picks up a stale loaf of bread to help combat any illness brought on by the grog. "Look, I'd be glad te help ye if ye need it.. Ye got a job? Ahm lookin' fer people to help me at the moment.. are ye interested? It pays better than most, ye know.."
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Post by AuroraMatsuda on Oct 7, 2001 14:54:09 GMT -5
Leonor looked at the lady and at the glass of water. She drank it down in less than 3 gulps. She sure was feeling bad today. She looked back at the lady.
"Yeah, I've got a job..." she replied. "As an assassin...but what've ya got in mind?" She was curiuos as to what she had planned. She needed the money.
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Post by Seno on Oct 7, 2001 15:49:45 GMT -5
"Cause?" Seno questioned, "Oh yeah, the S.E.A Corps thing. Naw, the real cause is to sustain my need for a good brawl and a full stomache. But thanks for the good luck." Seno tossed back another shot of his drink. "So your what? A freelancer?"
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Post by Mishika / Rhissa on Oct 7, 2001 16:17:00 GMT -5
She paused in thought, "A mercenary, is what my title in life is called," she moved a few hair strands from her shoulder. "I get paid by doing whatever I am hired for," she gave a light shrug. "whatever it may be," but she answered sharply, "but not just ANYthing, i do not sell 'myself'," she gave a disgusted look to one of the more flirtatious barmaids, "Simply my skills and abilities." she took notice of the food coming in their direction and gave a happy grin. "At least it gives good pay, it has advantages."
She paused over her food, utensils in hand, "So, besides fighting and eating, do you S.E.A. Corps get paid?" she took a bite of her steak, and chewed while listening.
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Post by Seno on Oct 8, 2001 6:29:06 GMT -5
"Enough to get by plus whatever we can scrounge off the pirates," Seno said before tearing off a rib from the extensive rack. "You must be able to fetch a high price if what I saw outside was any indication of your skill." The man took a moment to strip the meat off the bone. "Mhhhmmm that's good stuff."
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Post by Mishika / Rhissa on Oct 8, 2001 9:44:42 GMT -5
She nodded, "this is good" she kept cutting up the her steak civily. "The skill I displayed was nothing compared to some spells I can do - but spells take away some of my energy, so I cant use some of the higher ones TOO often, or else I'd simply faint in the mid of battle," she chewed another piece for a moment and swallowed, "Although yes, my magical skills are rare and prized, I try to be fair. I usually allow bargaining, I do not tend to be greedy, unless my eye is set on something specific," she took another steak piece, and washed it down with her wine, which was soon depleting. "I accumulate weapons and spells over time, and with proper training and meditation practices, I have raised my skill immensely," she held a dripping piece of steak on her fork. "Hmmm..." she mused a moment, and with a smirk, "And you seem to like to... brawl with your opponents?" she chewed her peice.
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