Saber!pR.BaFF/uk 13 Oct 2015 10:21:23 PM No.41110700>>41110709
>>41110694 >After all this, he still assumed that!? How rude, after she'd practically saved his life! And then nearly killed him... and smashed her dagger on his armour... and taken his food...
>Yeah, maybe he wasn't exactly the one at fault here, though she wasn't about to let him get away with it.
Now look here, Mister, I'm not just some killer for hire. Ordinarily I'd say I'm the best killer for hire but I think I've damaged my pride a little too much this evening, and besides, that isn't the point.
>Reaching into a pouch, she pulled out a small metal shape on a chain, pushing it out in front of her in order to show him what it was, her fist firmly gripped around the metal links holding the medallion up.
You see this? It's the symbol of the Kingsmeet Wolves, the best Mercenary Guild this side of the three kingdoms. Sure, I might take up a fair few... bloody contracts, but that is far from all I am!
>Her voice wavered slightly as she raised it, as though she were partially forcing the words from her throat. It wasn't as if it were a lie, more that it was something she simply had to believe.
Jerome Bransg !MrCarnage2 13 Oct 2015 10:32:10 PM No.41110709>>41110720
>>41110700 >Holding his hands up in surrender, the wandering knight leaned back away from the outraged woman whose scorn he had raised with nothing but a few well placed words.
I never meant offense, I promise.
>Leaning forward again, Jerome placed his forearms on his knees and smiled as if to himself.
I'm sure you and your organization are very good at doing all kinds of things for all kinds of people who can afford your services.
Saber!pR.BaFF/uk 13 Oct 2015 10:40:49 PM No.41110720>>41110732
>>41110709 'Doing all kinds of things for all kinds of people who can afford it', huh?
>An unexpected smirk appeared on her lips. The game he was playing was very shrewd, somewhat like the kind she engaged in with Elias from time to time, though the latter example tended to be a fair bit more venomous. She'd allowed herself to get caught up in his flow because of her far-reaching thoughts and embarrassment from earlier, but she had exchanged banter with him before while she sat upon the wall.
Well, I guess our 'organisations' aren't so different, after all.
Saber!pR.BaFF/uk 14 Oct 2015 12:32:11 PM No.41111336>>41111354
>>41110732 'We shackle ourselves to invisible chains, Our desires and fate are one and the same.'
>Tossing her remaining dagger with a flick of her wrist, she caught it easily by the handle and repeated the action, simply juggling it as though it were a habit. Her body leant back and she stared up toward the vast darkness above, taking in the sheer size of it all.
If you show such disdain for it, why bother at all? Is 'making the best of what we have' the only choice left?
Jerome Bransg !MrCarnage2 14 Oct 2015 12:38:43 PM No.41111354>>41111383
>>41111336 >Packing away the meat that could be used and hoisting it up the tree where his pack was sitting, Jerome buddled together the bones of the wolves they'd eaten and prepared to go dispose of them further into the woods so that their scent might not attract anymore unwanted beasts.
>For the most part, Jerome hadn't answered her last comment, stuck trying to extricate his feelings and voice them in an appropriate manner she would understand. But as he set out from the camp with a bundle of beast bones in his arms, Jerome cracked a smile and called out over his shoulder to the woman he left behind.
Life sucks and then you die, lady.
The same rule applies to kings as well as beggars.
Saber!pR.BaFF/uk 14 Oct 2015 12:49:11 PM No.41111383>>41111473
>>41111354 -! ....
>Well, he wasn't wrong, but that was a... pretty shitty way to put it. Was she expecting some kind of profound answer from him or something? What purpose would that serve? She didn't even know his name, nor him hers, and it was difficult to think of a reason why she should care. It might have been a better idea to just head back to Kingsmeet and carry on with the usual business.
>So what was she looking for here, then? Clearly she had walked of her own volition. Was it to simply get to know someone that seemed similar to 'him' or perhaps, deep down, the distant idea of redemption?
>What a farce. But even if it was... >Saber looked back over in his direction, raising her voice so that he could hear even as he started to disappear into the woods to dispose of the waste.
Jerome Bransg !MrCarnage2 14 Oct 2015 1:32:20 PM No.41111473>>41111509
>>41111383 >Should he tell her? The woman was a potential threat and might cause no end of trouble for him if she ever knew of his name. The bitch had dented his armor - after he'd thought to betray her. She'd eaten his food - though he'd tried to drug her. She'd ran him out of town with her mere presence - but he lost nothing in the process. The woman was an annoyance, everything in life was an annoyance since he'd been made to join the order, though, without the support of his family there was no telling what he was supposed to do with himself.
Call me Jerome.
>He called back, omitting his title and last name. His family meant nothing and so they shoudn't be associated with him and his title would mean nothing to an assassin like her either. That being said, the man continued into the woods to dispose of the trash.
Saber!pR.BaFF/uk 14 Oct 2015 1:55:16 PM No.41111509>>41113937
>>41111473 >Jerome, huh? Saber normally might've done the polite thing and given her own name, but he was already out of earshot and no longer visible. Plus, she wasn't exactly sure what name to give. 'The Sabertooth Tiger of the Kingsmeet Wolves'? As far as titles went, that was a pretty long one, and it's not like the nickname meant much other than familiarity. Plus, one of her 'sabertooth fangs' was now shiny dust on the forest floor.
>They still hadn't slept yet, which was quickly remembered by Saber as her small wounds started to weigh more heavily on her. It was dark, and the adrenaline rush from the battle was wearing off. Perhaps she'd wait by a tree for a bit, prop up against it. Seeing a fairly sturdy (if low) branch, the mercenary quickly hopped up and took a seat against the trunk. Much better than being down in the dirt, and the fire was still there to remind her of the warmth.
>Besides, Jerome would be back from the woods soon. Perhaps she'd just rest her eyes for a second, chill out while she waited...
Jerome Bransg !MrCarnage2 16 Oct 2015 2:32:44 AM No.41113937>>41114082
>>41111509 >Even before the sun had risen, Jerome was already awake and staring off at the cloudy horizon, stretching his arms and legs and generally warming up for the day to come. Mind you, It wasn't so much that Jerome wanted to get up so early or that he particularly liked the smell of the fresh morning air so much that he simply couldn't sleep in anymore. Years of thorough Cassiline training had seen to it that the man was programmed to wake up early every morning no matter how little he slept in the process or how miserable it left the knight feeling for the rest of the day. Following the early wake came the time of stretching and martial exercises he would perform in order to ensure that the man's motions and armor were up to par and that he could face whatever the world would demand of him during that day.
>Drawing his large two-handed claymore and slowly spinning it around himself in slowly tightening circles, Jerome pictured the three spheres of protection that existed around him, associating threats and importance to various adversaries' range, speed, apparent skill, and armor. Instictively knowing which blow to land on the enemy and the order with which he would deal with each successive blow that would come his way. Spinning, slowly, always turning to the east or west, Jerome visualized the battlefield before him with the ease borne of long practice and training. How could have yesterday's fight gone better? How could each wolf have been dealt with without harming himself or his companion? Thinking about it now, he wondered why he had drawn his daggers meant for protection rather than his sword for killing that day but quickly discarded the question. It's implications were too troubling to consider.
>Once the cassiline was done with his workout, the man respectfully sheathed his blade and turned his attention to his armor, inspecting it and polishing it wherever it had been marred on the day before. Say what you will about the order's practices when it came to field practicality but Jerome would be damned if he'd allow others to see that a bunch of wolves had marred his armor with so many bite marks.
Saber!pR.BaFF/uk 16 Oct 2015 8:01:05 AM No.41114082>>41117958
>>41113937 >Some who had lived a much more relaxed lifestyle over the last few years wasn't going to wake up so early, not under normal circumstances. Unfortunately for Saber, she was sleeping slightly awkwardly on a tree with the morning sunlight peeking through the woods, and the birds chirping and cawing incessantly. Her eyes opened with reluctance, immediately startled by the shining brightness filling her vision. Covering her view with a lazy hand, the woman looked at her surroundings, the memories of exactly where she was and what had happened quickly returning as she became more conscious.
>And there he was, swinging his sword around. It almost looked like a dull morning ritual, but Saber realised that this was the first time she'd ever seen him use the blade. It was large and heavy, but each step and swing seemed as though it were heavily practiced - why hadn't he used such a thing against the wolves last night? Perhaps he, like her, thought that the daggers would be a faster choice, able to keep up with the speed of both wolves. It was a reasonable theory.
>She hadn't yet moved, even as Jerome began to attend to his armour. Whether he'd noticed her wake up didn't matter, she was just being lazy anyway. That being said, the tree was getting a little uncomfortable; her back ached a bit and she felt a tad cold. Might be best to drop down and warm up by the embers.
>So, without thinking too much about it, she lazily and simply slipped off the branch and attempted to land on her feet after the drop caused by her improvised acrobatic maneuver.
Star Fall!MrCarnage2 19 Oct 2015 5:20:04 PM No.41117958>>41118023
>>41114082 >Putting his sword away and thinking about how he should start the day without having to suffer his companion's distress, Jerome had only just began going about himself to re-ignite the fire from its coals when...
>THUMP!
>Turning around suddenly, Jerome was greeted with the sight of the seeing the proud, stoic, assassin girl with her face very firmly embedded in the ground after falling out of the tree she had slept in. Honestly, a fall like that would normally warrant some sort of medical examination on his part but her face right then was far too amusing for that.
Well, you aren't a morning person by the looks of it.
Want me to brew you something to wake your spirits?
>He asked her, as his mouth quirked into a smug grin despite his best efforts to keep a straight face.
Seiba-chaaaaan!pR.BaFF/uk 19 Oct 2015 6:02:26 PM No.41118023>>41118036>>41120228
>>41117958 Ow, ow, ow, ow... damn it.
>This is why she didn't often sleep in high places, or outside to begin with. Outside was too cold, too dirty, and generally uncomfortable. It reminded her of... other times.
Something warm, I beg of you...
>It wasn't often she betrayed her weakness, but it was the morning, and he'd probably seen her sleeping anyway. Contrary to popular belief, she didn't take on her missions in the late afternoons or evenings because of the slightly lower light levels, but rather because she wasn't really an early bird.
Seiba-chaaaaan!pR.BaFF/uk 19 Oct 2015 6:11:36 PM No.41118036>>41120228
>>41118023 >Man, that headache was killing her, and she was fairly sure the tumble down had re-opened some of last night's scratches. Were she back in Kingsmeet she might've headed down to the bar to wash this off with a beer, but out here, off the beaten path, the harsh winds were all-too sobering.
I swear, I'm more graceful when I'm not falling out of trees and stuff.
>Good job, Sarah, you can use words, now try to form them into something actually productive or focus instead on waking up.
Ugh. I swear to the flame, if Elias ever heard about this...