"Actually, I didn't kill them for being drunk. I killed them for trying to rape someone else under the influence of alcohol. I never said that drinking alcohol was wrong, I implied that drinking alcohol in excess and then harming innocents around you is wrong. Would you disagree with that?" Ryru questioned the newcomer That sprung a question in his mind. Who was this guy? Some random person that decided to input their opinion? "By the way, who are you?"
<span style='color:red'>"Actually, I would because that was a lousy and stupid reason to kill to ever hear lately. Breaking of the arm, jaws, or beating them into a senselessness and throwing them out would have be more efficent, convincing, less messy... and sometimes more fun. You don't give blood account to those not in their right mind"</span> Archon retorted as pouring another serving into his mug. He thought the man wanting to know who he is. The thought made him laugh on the inside. What would he tell him? Not his name by any means. No one get it that easy, not the base of this Devil of Crimson and Metal or whatever else they called him willing, if not never to his face. <span style='color:red'>"Only earning my smile will give you my name. Some people called me the Crimson Steel Devil, but that's a complete lie in many ways."</span>
Ryru bowed low to the Crimson Steel Devil "If my killings have offended you... I apologize.." Ryru said.. Crimson Steel Devil.. Crimson.. Steeel Devil.... CRIMSON Steel Dddddeeeviiiill.... Ryru rolled the name around in his head. He knew if he placed the nickname, the name would come. Glancing at the metal parts of the dragon's body, he felt pieces clicking into place. Ah... Archon. He knew he had heard that name before. A mercenary, somehwat like himself.. Being an assasin gave you sources that others do not have. "Though I don't see why my killings should offend Vantro Archon who has undoubtedly killed many himself.."
Happily letting the males banter while she awaited her drink, the femme listens carefully. She also eyes the wary customers of the pub, daring anyone else to join in on the already terse conversation between the trio. At this junction, Nix giggles mirthfully into the froth in her refreshed mug, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Besides, if you aren't getting paid, what's the point of taking a life?"</span> She looks at Archon, and grins. She knew of him, but had never had the pleasure of meeting him. Looking back to Ryru, she giggles again; <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"I apologize, but I do find it humorous that you spout lectures on right and wrong, morals and intelligence, and yet - as he has pointed out - seem to lack either the morals, intelligence, or just self control when under the influence of alcohol. Killing would hardly seem the immediate answer given your preaching topics."</span> Sighing gently, the female assassin shakes her head gently, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"But, as you said a while ago, this really is getting nowhere, is it?"</span> She inclines her head backward to the barkeep, but doesn't take her eyes off Ryru, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Another round of saké for the gentleman, who has yet to disclose his own name."</span> Nix pauses, and then adds with a devlish smile, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"It's not really whom you killed that we find offensive."</span> She glances at Archon, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"I do apologize for speaking for you, dear, and correct me if I'm wrong, but I seem to think we're on the same wavelength here."</span> Back to Ryru, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"I happened to find the 'where' offensive, and the 'Devil, I believe, found the 'why' offensive."</span> She concludes with another cheeky, and perhaps a little bit flirty, grin, as she sips at her mug.
The thrice damned sake was getting to him. It was making him loose his points, his basic structure for his argument. Ah well, no point arguing anymore.. "True true, I suppose you're right. Let's just drop this argument as it is going no where..." .... still, he argued on "But I don't think I'm getting my point across. I kill for justice... I kill for.. ah well, who cares.. Don't think any of you do.." ... with that, he dropped his argument.. "My name is Ryru Vass.. professional assasin.. yada yah.." Ryru said, accepting the sake. "My thanks.." Pouring a slight bit, not too much; he didn't want to get a hang-over, into his cup and slowly sipped it... Then, another point came up.. "Er, what were you going about old people. As far as I can tell, we are the same age.." OOC: My char is 32.. isn't yours 32 as well?
Archon grinned amusedly at the Ryru, <span style='color:red'>“So considerate of you to finally get it…"</span> <span style='color:red'>“No problem, miss, since it would have come out harsher if I had to say it" </span>Archon turned to the woman returning the grin, then looked at Ryru, <span style='color:red'>“and before any mix in names continue. Vantros is the surname, so careful with the order you stated, Ryru, and as for the ‘devil’ part, it’s not my favorite title. So wannabe stuck up the name in order to height the tale and many versions of it floated around ever since. I would trash it if one, wasn’t giving me decent client and two, I could think of a meaningful one in its place."</span> He revealed his arm as he motioned the same boy, he had threaten earlier, to come here, after noting to take the bottle to his right with him. He accepted the bottle and sent him away with pleasing look on his face that made the waiter hastened back behind the bar. Since a while ago, the pleasure look was like looking at a man’s killing face. During the time he was thinking about his age as his looks, indeed lied by at least five hundred years. Suddenly nodding off, he looked at Nix curiously, <span style='color:red'>“Do I have the prilivage of knowing your name, your title, or whatever you wished to allow…I have the feeling I heard of you or someone close to your description before, then again it maybe just the drink, heh"</span> OOC: Sorry it took so long, was taking care of this nesscary evil called 'cleaning the room'
Nix looks at Archon, and chuckles softly, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"I apologize for being so rude as to answer a question with a question, but: where are you from?"</span> She winks. <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"My name varies from region to region, day to day. I prefer not to have a name. But like you, I have a nick name that has stuck with me. The Blue Phoenix."</span> With a small smile, the quadroped pendragon lifts her feathered onyx wings to reveal the tibal-esque blue phoenix tattoo on her rump. Tell-tale signs she wasn't lying were also etched across her face, and into each of her limbs. Before turning to down the last bit of her final drink, she murmurs softly, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"I suppose the only difference is my nick name suits me perfectly."</span> She closes her eyes as she drinks, and leaves them closed a moment longer, opening them only when she turns to set down the empty mug. Phoenix. Dying only to be born again. One could take that many ways. But seeing as she never told anyone her past, the only way to take it was the way she most preferred to look at it - once one of her nicknames grew too known, she'd kill it off, and never use it again. After all, she wasn't known among the public sector - only among those willing to hire her, and other mercenaries whom she'd unwittingly stolen jobs from. Reason being, she was undeniably good at what she did, and when you hired someone to kill another, you didn't want them to fail. The truth behind her self-chosen nick name she would keep secret a little longer.
<span style='color:red'>“Hmm…perhaps it does suit you, can’t determine why, however." </span>Archon softly nodded, and turned to his arm as metal parts started to do its occasional shifting. He didn’t flinched like he did when he first had them, more twitch in his fingers. What gave them the idea that making a machina that changes to suit the user’s comforts and sometimes his feelings, only those in Fromina would know because that exactly where he sent most of them. No mythical beast could fit his description, not one he could think of. He wouldn’t go there with the ones envying his unique body, he hated it so much that he almost want to make those few feel the exact way he felt as the astitinum machines grows around his arms and adjust to his soul. The feeling was nothing short of keeping one’s arm or body on a bed of growing coals…literally. <span style='color:red'>“From? That’s... quite like your name…it’s changes." </span>Besides the small hovership that he makes as his home, he preferred not the settle in one place. Adamaint Empire repeated in his head, but he didn’t like to mention it, <span style='color:red'>“as from orgin, Adamaint could come in mind if they weren’t in the process of erasing someone’s else dirty mistakes" </span> He looked down for a second and lost the smile on his face, <span style='color:red'>“ …one of them being ‘me’."</span>He murmured with disgust staring at the drink as the light bounce on its surfaces. Archon returned to Nix, returning his simple simper<span style='color:red'> “Seeing that your title, neat as it is, will be a pain to address…would calling something for short will be alright? Phoeni? Blue? Nix?" </span>
The Phoenix pauses, mulling it over, before responding, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"I do believe I'll allow you to call me Nix."</span> The femme winks. She doesn't touch on the other part of his short monologue, as it seemed to cause pain. Being quite the one to have experienced the emotion herself, she wouldn't tempt fate and hurt him more. After all, she was having such a lovely banter with the two males, the first two pendragons she'd actually conversed with in several seasons. Other than the odd barkeep to demand a drink, and employers to discuss a payment for a murder, naturally. Returning to Ryru, she looks at him, and replies thusly, having had the oportunity to think over a fitting reply, that would hopefully not invoke a rage, to his inquiry. <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Looks can be deceiving."</span> As if that simple cliché explained everything. Actually, it had several connotations. It could mean she thought he was older, or that in his assuming her age, she wanted him to think either younger or older. Anything was possible. But she follows up the simple statement with another semi-cliché; <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Additionally, many things are said when in anger, just as they are when properly blitzed."</span> A pause before the charming grin appears, <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Which I'm hardly drunk, nor was I truly angry.. irritated, maybe.."</span>
OOC: Crappy post.. I'm really tired... yah IC Ryru glanced at the sake in his hand... and promptly sent it back. He had drunk too much as it was. He needed a clear mind tomorrow for his mission. Back to the topic... He glanced at Nix quizzily.. Was she trying to imply something? Ah well, nothing for it... And it was true, looks can, and often are, decieving. A couple of assasins he knew looked nothing like assasins at first glance. Of course, if you stared at the way they moved and did things, one would come to the conclusion that they were assasins.. But still... "Hmm.." OOC: WHy hmm you ask? Because I'm tired and can't think of stuff.. Additionally, ppl are changing names on me and I'm confused..
((OOC: Sorry, didn't notice the posting here...if this thread is going to keep going, I better put something in)) <span style='color:#CC3333'>"...It's been too quiet around, everywhere." </span>Archon concluded putting his mug down, looking down at its surface twinking in the light. His metal claw scratched the side of the wooden flagon, whittling it until a relief of his right pupil was created, <span style='color:#CC3333'>"Desire for our business trade has been neutered for these past weeks, and personally it's slowly beginning to piss me off a bit. Well, don't get me wrong here, I don't mind stillness as much as the next person, but I like a little noise to go with my peace."</span> He tried thinking back on while his last job was, or any jobs that any of the fellow had told him about...problem is that they were faint close to nothing, <span style='color:#CC3333'>"Don't worry, bar fights are a bit too petty for my mood, although tempting...but if this keeps up, I'll consider ruffling feathers with the Graders to relieve myself of this softly peace."</span>
Nix allows another slow smile to play upon her maw as she replies with an almost childlike excitement, confined by adult responsibilities and her trade's behavior codes. <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"I do believe it's the calm before the storm.. at least I hope so. It'd be dreadful if a bunch of murderers such as ourselves were to find ourselves with nothing to do. 'Idle paws are Kytlekh's work' as they say."</span> The twinkle in her icy eyes shines. <span style='color:#B5CEE1'>"Who knows what we might accomplish being bored.. and drunk."</span> She was tempted to see if she, herself, was drunk, and therefore turns so her back is against the bar. Leaning back into it, she extends her right arm out to the right side, and bends her elbow in, sticking out her pointer finger. With this, she moves inward at an even pace, attempting to touch her finger to her nose. Anyone who was drunk would usually miss their nose by a mile. Jab themselves in the eye, hit their cheek, et cetera. But, alas, her buzz was wearing off. She touches her face square on the nose. She was both happy for this, and a little disappointed. When her buzz wore off, she usually left the bar. She had no use to drink her life away, nor did she want to stay. But she always did stay until she was sober, because dulled senses out in the wilderness were not a good thing. She would wait to see if they had any comments left, before she disappeared into the evening. She would give them that respect. It was interesting talking with them. And oh, how long it had been before there was intelligent conversation around her..
OOC: I'll make a response as soon as I think of something.. Ryru raised his eyes quizzically as Nix tapped her nose. Ah, the drunk test. He eyes rolled merrily as he saw her slightly dissappointed face at not being drunk. "I usually prefer to stay sober, in case someone needs my abilities..." Ryru said, then cautiously raising his own hand to tap his nose. Good, he wasn't drunk. Taking up a cloth, he started to shine his sword. This always seemed to relax him, though it sometimes unnerved others. After wiping the blood off, he folded it in half and used the clean parts to continue to shine it.. OOC: I'm still asleep..
<span style='color:#811214 '> “Bored is more enough for people to get hurt, if not drunk," </span>He smirked, tempting to point his metal finger to test his own tipsiness, but he put his hand down in reluctance. He didn’t want to risk losing an eye if he was drunk since losing his two arms to machina is quite enough in his lifetime. Secondly, he already knew his buzz was gone almost immediately before he obtained it. His body burns out almost everything he consumed; alcohol was one. No one would believe that he was upset about it though. Getting drunk used to loosen the nerves along with the common moral and help one relax. It was very difficult to relax with that alcohol option perfectly destroyed and yoga was definitely not an option. Archon met her eye with a grin, <span style='color:#811214'> “I hope that something would come around…for other’s sake,"</span> He putted down his mug and raised his body off the booth hearing a couple hums from his arms as he did so, <span style='color:#811214 '> “but it obvious that it won’t come up sitting on my arse. Nice meeting you both."</span> He said walking toward opened door before pausing, catching the barhop from before eying the half-empty barrel left on Archon’s former booth. <span style='color:#811214 '>“Go ahead and take it, epeys, but trust me that next thing you'll be serve to is groundworms if you pull another stunt like that again. Won’t tell the detail because of the decent females around herw, but if I show you what will happened…you would want to die, believe me."</span> <span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span> <table class=ooc><tr><td>Don't know what else to write, but you can may it a goodbye or come along. It doesn't matter to me :)</td></tr></table>
