<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>A premptive subchapter to a plot that I will reveal very soon...If you plan to join in, please plenty of subtance in your post. It's not that I'm picky with who I rp with, it's just that it very diffcult to think up posts and move this plot along with a five-liners. Btw, I may have to pause from time to time due to registation, so do mind that this thread maybe slow. If your interested in thread, pm me first...until then this thread will be closed. </td></tr></table> Within the unwritten records of Archon... 18th day of Tria What is there was to say? Another happy day in the marketplace…that was apt to get a person stoned likely if not just stabbing. But a gather of people around a fight was not uncommon, but it was awkward to see one of the participants playing around like he was playing a jemdull game with friends...tripping one assailant to the ground and forcefully guiding another in the opposite direction with a push of his back metal hand, laughing the whole time during the show. Honestly, his crime that threw him in the fray was simply a compliant; a statement about it being too humid for a riot, but that didn’t registered as harmless to the guys swiping their dirks at him… but that was a bunch of flunkies to the latest stimulant that hit the streets since the first day of Tria. Stun…Stit. His brain would whack around for the street name they deemed now, just that his dance partners were doing enough whacking than he could tolerate for a week. The joker on his face contorted when dagger bit the flesh of his chest, close to the side of his neck, and the next hit he threw out was a clutched fist at the culprit, which was as just playful as throwing a baseball-size rock at some dragon jaw. He lost the comical view of this situation and set to just disabling them completely and hoped that they will come to their senses. It wasn’t too big of a task, really. The three were just inexperienced to handle daggers they welded and the scare tactics by just having them along just worsen their chance against a warrior like Archon. The crimson fiend just handled with the pentameters of a bouncer and found enough time to snatch a bottle of brew on the carts, giving himself a brief swig. “Mmm, good year." He mused just before he spun around and clubbed the final guy over the head with it. After shill explosion of glass ringed his ears in reverts, silence followed the action and convinced the crowd with its crudely blunt monologue that the show was over, if his solace gaze around his features has failed to create that intent already. Never or less, the spectators had made themselves scarce, leaving few for him to maneuver around other than the incapacitated moaning as they laid around him. His playfully cold deportment couldn’t remain as the surrounding regard had walked away, and the midpoint of this change was marked by a heavy sigh that seem to brush between the casual conversations that were resumed and the hushed theories about him within afterthoughts to a private show. He didn’t seem to care about either, just wanted to play around with his own personal muse as he looked down on the ground as if there was a sign of god there. It was symbol made of amber crystals melted into a puddle with barricade of green and pellucid shards paved around it. With a rough cocked of his head towards the object clasped in his metallic hand, the bottleneck was discarded while he leaned back, causing a heavy sawing against the building as he did, just finding something maladroitly interesting about the mini-portrait of him leaning within the intoxicating plash on the dusty ground with a broken promise that it will be paved and restored into the road it once was so many years ago it would be like counting grains of sand. The reflection was broken into mutated fragments as a tattered fabric was tossed onto it, then a three-prong clamp reached in poking at it like it was a carefully assembled stew of some sorts. It clasped the rag and retreated back to the face of its owner with metal clashed together from the joint segments constricting back into its normal size. Archon reached back of his ear picking out a white rod along the two brown-gold feathers that created a distinguished headpiece that lacked usual notice since it always cowered behind his dark hair. The codenamed ‘cancer in a stick’ was protruding from the flange underneath his nuzzle and drooped at an angle until the tip was almost at a chin. His hand didn’t bother to secure it as it turned its focus was on the cloth in the tail claws. A pair of metal taloned tips scraped against each other…One time, two times, three times, as many as it took for the alcohol to catch one of the sparks enough for it to blaze and crackle from the rag. The hand-made cigarette, from Fromina knows where he found it, leveled back to his lip and the tip merged with from flames that the claw held in front of him. While taking in his first inhale of death smoke, the prong sprang open to drop the cloth while his leather wrapped foot smothered the collapsing flames into the dust. He raised his head while he shot up the exhale smoke and seem disgusted by the result as it only pulled open the fresh laceration below his shoulder. While it was still just a mere shallow flesh wound, it still stung like a bitch. Stinger…the name of the drug hit him as sharp as his wound did at the same thing, and the mere information of what he knew about it changed his mood for smoking as he removed the cigarette from his mouth. It was one of the strangest drugs to ever reach the market and one would have to struggle as hard on gathering asset for a war against the Graders to get one dose. All the trouble for something no bigger that a jellybean that looked like a mini-robot from the gray metalloid-like surface and glowing green lines on the outside, which the tiny spikes that would clasped to anything, even unto the user’s hand if it hadn’t been for the lubricant gel that surrounded it within the little plastic capsule that packaged it. His employers really didn’t think he would pay attention to the detail of his parcel, but he knew more than they would want to say. The gray surface was a body absorbent metalloid that soaked as the body fluids until it became waste material, but it remained intact enough to do its task. It was taken into the mouth, but not completely swallowed. The user would held it like one would have held a key in his throat until the lubricant was dissolved enough for the drug to latch onto the throat and injected it cargo directly into the spinal nerve and affected glands. The effect supposedly caused a total elevation in one’s mind, creating a cloud twenty other than the usual nice nine from that people were meant know, but could not be as accurate than trying the drug himself, but he was not that desperate for the details. Having something punched into the throat to make him less saner than he could do on his own was not on his ‘to do’ list today or any day. “It’s even too hot to smoke," An unaimed murmur went around everything, supposedly unnoticed, but the tone of it didn’t match the true purpose of words. It was doubtful that he was a connoisseur in this type of tend, otherwise that statement would not have given a rat’s ass about the heat condition. He wasn’t a big smoker and dare not to hide it. The smoking twig was only in his mouth only when his logic made up this crazy theory that he was too knocked from his good sense not to taste the smoke. It was just there to give him a relax appearance on the surface, knowing too well this stuff wasn’t going to do shit about his agitated nerve…the charade was working for the while he held the smoking stick with between his middle and ring, but he gave a ‘screw it’ as he let the cigarette fall into his closing palm, letting it burn like kiln in his metal gasp. He knew what he should be doing. That airship of his isn’t going to repair itself, especially if the parts needed were lying against his leg in a tall bag, but now he was just overexerted to continue his return…or do anything for that matter.
Dyvx looked over at the fight going on nearby, still waiting for Mint, his buisnesslady. He watched with disgust as a single 'dragon took out several others easily, only getting a few minor wounds. He was back in the shadows, slightly hidden from view unless one was fairly close. Dyvx and Mint had been working on criminal deeds for some time now and today was when they ordered a ship and took it over to the east coast fishing piers to collect a crew. After that they weren't sure exactly what they were going to do yet they would know when the time came. Dyvx watched the 'dragon who had been fighting make a home-made cigarette, only slightly jealous. Dyvx had never smoked, to him it looked disgusting yet he knew more people would respect you if you had a wad of tobacco and nicotene in your mouth. Dyvx grinned slightly to himself remmembering the time he had attempted a smoke. It had not been pretty. He had been coughing several days prior to that event. After he had freed himself from military he was in a pub where he noticed a box of cigars that no one seemed to be using. Dyvx had looked around and noticed how everyone else had a cigar or cigarette in his or her mouth. He snatched the box and pulled one out taking a swig after lighting it. He immediatly started coughing and people started to stare. He hid the box and dropped the cigar walking cooly out of the pub before practically choking to death on the thick smoke that had entered his mouth. Now, being in the Market Place, on a very hot day he still remembered that incident and probably would for the rest of his days. His attention turned back to a green 'dragon heading his way. Dyvx smiled, Mint would have to find him. He dodged behind a few people until he came up next to the 'fighting' 'dragon he had seen before. <font color="maroon"> I saw you take down those 'dragon o'er there...nice job. </font> After he had finished speaking Mint came over her face slightly flushed. <font color="aqua"> Hey, we gotta go or we'll be late! </font> Dyvx smurked before saying in a cocky voice. <font color="maroon"> Can't you see that I'm in the middle of a conversation? Say hi, this guy practically murdered several 'dragons alone. </font> <font color="aqua"> Hi</font> Then Mint snorted and said under her breath so no one could hear <font color="aqua"> Ameatur </font>
Archon left his mind wandering as the smoke rose up between the nooks in his fist. Whether it was the memory of his sister or another that was lost fresh in his memory, he couldn’t help the fact that thinking about it had calm and sadden him at the same time. This form of meditation was easily broken as a certain dragon proved, giving him a comment for his recent handling with the ‘stoned’ dragons. He didn’t move much, only gave a soft growl with indifference and finally dropped the crumbled cigarette on the ground, letting the flame die out naturally. “They’re not really dead…most of them will wake up in a two or so days stilling feeling the pain. One or two won’t wake up at all. Can’t spare all the drugged up bastard on this sorry world." Archon retorted at the machine-sort called a dragon, never turn to look at the female that greeted. He dusted his hands of the cigarette with silent metallic shill, “You kids, have something better to do?" It was obvious as the heat on a Tria day that Archon was doubtfully in the best of moods. He had forced himself to keep low on employment after the Djea mafai incident. His ship suffered a nasty detriment on its left wing by means of a Fromina-power heat beam. It was today that the parts he needed been available by his old provider since a certain crime lord he would depend on was apparently on vacation. Taking advantage of the brief silent, he lowered his head letting them both catch a good glimpse of the unique scythe cross pupil in his golden eye, “If so, better that you move along and let me to gain my own reason to move again."
Mint growled under her breath again. She wasn't in a very good mood either but she couldn't just leave Dyvx here, he was the one who really seemed to want to stay and chat to the other fellow. Mint's green orbs looked around slowly making sure that no one was staring at them for any reason. She was always nervous in the market, mainly because here law was like paper. It could be cut into any shape that the cutter wanted. Mint looked back at the male. answering the guy's question in a mildly mocking tone <font color="aqua"> Why, yes! How did you know? Dyvx! Come on we gotta go! </font> Mint grabbed the male's metal shoulder but Dyvx held a hand up his eyes looking down at her made her back off slightly, but only slightly. When Dyvx gave you a look such as this, and you had known him for quite a while, t'was best to let him do as he pleases. It's not that he gets angry, he becomes dangerous. But at the same time this doesn't mean he'll start a fight, it just means 'hey, I'm getting annoyed so back off!' Dyvx smiled after giving Mint 'the look' and then looked back over to Archon his eyes swiveling around the market as well, to see if they were being watched. <font color="maroon"> Mint, I don't think that we really need to go anywhere do we? You don't mind do you? </font> The first question had been directed to Mint though Dyvx hadn't taken is eyes off Archon, the second question had been for Archon, though Dyvx still didn't even know Archon's name.
"Don't care too much. Why you want to stick around here, you got me stumped." Archon gave a mockful shrug. A blunt chuckle ended his words as he felt sort amused to have attached this one's attention. It even got him thinking whether or not he was really being lazy. Usually he would have shrugged at the dragons like this and move on, but it could be that he just didn't want oil and rust sprayed into his face in a hurry. Archon chuckled slightly more cheerfully, "Your lady looks a little nervous around here. Don't kid yourself, miss. Most dragons here will picked on ya because you look afraid. Shallow the fear up and you'll feel like protected by guards of Graders. There are very rare threats that remained here for too long, take me for instant" He took a motionful tap on his right arm, The only reason I'm around here was because I'm reluctant to fix a certain junk heap of mine in the forest, but hey, it's my only means of travel outta here and back. (Short, if you don't reply when I get outta class, I might add more.)
Mint narrowed her eyes furiously but she said nothing. She was not afraid she was merely annoyed. She wasn't in the mood to play Dyvx's games. She just wanted to get down to buisness with the other things that they were planning to get started on. She knew now that Dyvx had made up his mind about staying her with his new friend or something but yet she still desperately wanted to kick him and make him join her. Though she didn't dare do that. Dyvx chuckled at Mint's reaction to Archon's fine words. Dyvx and Mint had known eachother for years and knew eachother's actions and reactions like the backs of their paws. Mint was more of the down to buisness proud types, though she could be great fun at times. Dyvx on the other hand was most of the time funloving and liked to joke around with Mint. At times though he could become very serious. <font color="aqua"> I might seem afraid but I could easily kick anyone's hide around here if they bothered me, but thanks for your advise anyway...I guess. </font> Mint spoke the last part gruffly finally giving in for she knew Dyvx would scold her later for being so rude because she was suposedly 'jealous' of Archon's fighting 'talents'. <font color="maroon"> We're here on buisness as you've probably gathered...what was your name again? </font>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Sorry, sorry...bad connection one week and sick during the other. Forgive me? :ph34r: </td></tr></table> "Nice to hear," Archon leaned back more again the wall enough to make engraves on the stone with his metal spines. In a jocialar tone, he included, "You might not want to say it in that tone, its encouages them." as he tested her ability to take a jest, even a very cruel one. "No titles with me....just Archon, your neighbor unfriendly and illegal carrier, assasin, and willed vigillete. Has been an repeated case of one-man death sentence ever since Adamant Gia Co. Incidents" Archon looked back at Dynx with his introduction, "You seem to have better off then me laterly. Any business nowdays is covet all willing and crafty enough to steal the job away. Even a famed carrier like me hates being this bored, but lucky you, I lack one of the two things and I'm crafty as it is." Archon donned content smirk to reassure them, although it wouldn't do a good job.
Mint looked around suspiciously, she felt watched, somewhat, but all she saw around her was the dimminishing crowd that had gathered around the dead 'dragons. The olive colored 'dragon shrugged nonchantly and tunred her attention back to Archon who was continuing with a lenghty intro. Dyvx to the utter disgust of Mint seemed to take Archon's intro as a sign to give his own. He smirked and then spoke surely of himslf. <font color="maroon"> Even though you know my name...Dyvx Xvyd weredragon, metal 'dragon, elctrokenisis and telepathy, not from any where fabulous, Nyonge Mountain Range and I enjoy it here merely because of the fine ciminal acts. </font> Mint growled and snarled in her head at Dyvx obviously failing attmpt to impress this male, Archon. Frankly, Mint thought that however boring Archon's intro might have been, one would have fled from the country at being aquanted with Dyvx after he spoke his crude intro.
The relaxed Archon simply raised an eyebrow at the slight awkward mix of the words 'fine' and 'criminal.' It took a while before a brief sigh before this guy had to be corrected, "There is nothing 'fine' about anything criminal, friend...This place is more of a nursery for criminals than a fine guild" With that, he straighten himself from leaning on the wall and as he did, the large burrlap bag began to lean, and the metal within was clattering from losing its support. The metal tail of his stopped the fall before it started, grabbing the straps on its top and held it there. Archon lifted the whole bag by that tail before grabbing it and swinging around his shoulder, "Well, I have a airship to fix and I can't leave here until I do...unless you guys have a job for me, which I doubt." <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Note: Archon is leaving as a plot device, that is all. (More like into his personality.) Make with your mind on what happens next if you have something in mind.</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>so i'm not s'posed to give him a job or should I? :blink: ;) sorry</td></tr></table>
<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Actually, It's free-formed...come up with an idea. You don't have to give him some work, but I left it so anything can happen. Hell, even some friends of those dragon Archon knocked out might show up. ..Ah, well, if you can't think of anything I'll rewrite later on </td></tr></table>
Dyvx looked down at Mint who shook her head pleadingly. Dyvx sighed annoyed with his acquaintance and said to Archon <font color="red"> We have some... business to take care of at the moment but I doubt that you and I shall go through this day without seeing each other to farewell for now Archon. </font> Mint rolled her eyes and grabbed Dyvx's shoulder pulling him into the crowd snatching a much needed wallet from a younger looking 'dragon. Once out of sight of Archon Dyvx halted and Mint turned to look at him. <font color="red"> Why did you do that? He could have been essential to our plans and you know that Mint! </font> Mint snarled thinking up a quick come back. <font color="aqua"> i don't trust him Dyvx he seemed so...oh I don't know the word for it! All I know is he is a lot wiser than he seems and honestly I don't want our operation to be overrun by someone that you seem to trust. AND it isn't merely your decision of who are our allies and enemies! of course you wouldn't know how to put some responsibility and decision on someone else because you never have!</font> A few 'dragons from the crowd had stopped to listen to Mint raving on. She turned to them eyes burning with hatred and anger. <font color="aqua"> What are you looking at!? </font> Dyvx sighed, resigning and reached out but Mint's shoulder had grown cold now and she had lost feeling for the moment. <font color="aqua"> letÂ’s get to work Dyvx, we're sadly behind. </font> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>so I guess they'll meet up because of something...maybe a robbery or theft or something...</td></tr></table>
