<span style='color:blue'>Ooc: 4 Tessera(autumn) 83181 Baalberith black padded suit with red highlights and his faithful energy rifle</span> Baalberith sat in the corner of the pub the smell of smoke and alcohol mixed with a little blood infused everything soaking the very walls. Unfortunately Baal had chosen his place to rest and drink some water (as he is still giving up booze). He watched from his secluded dark corner the rest of the customers. I could kill everyone of these if i wanted to. He began to polish his rifle in full view, it was his prised possession and had to be cleaned. He ignored the urge to call the barmaid over for a drink.
OOC Amaroq wearing leather jacket and jeans, carrying his trusty dagger Amaroq walked down the street, reading the latest letter from Jynx. People walked all around him, casting nervous glances at his dagger before hurrying on. Finally, he finished the letter and tucked it into his pocket. As he walked on, he spotted a pub on the next corner. Figuring it was the perfect place for him to find work, he went in and sat at a table near the darkest corner, watching and listening. Finally, when he heard nothing of interest, he pulled his dagger out of its sheath and began sharpening it. Amaroq sighed as he thought about Jynx's last letter. He tilted his head back. "<span style='color:purple'>Why can't my sister be a helpless brat like everyone else?</span>" He asked the ceiling. There was no reply.
Baal was half-way through polishing his rifle when a ruckas started at the bar-side. A group of three tough looking pendragon's were shouting at the barman about not needing to pay. It was only until one of them took out a knife that Baal did something, flicking the cloth into the air and positioning his rifle against his chest he fired. The angry arden who had thrown the blade at the barman in temper stood rooted to the spot. Baal's shot had delfected the knife from it's normal path sending it spinning into a wood piller. Soon a stunned silence from the pub goers started as they stared at Baal as he caught the cloth as it fell. <span style='color:red'>"If you think you can cause trouble while I'm here then your wrong now leave, and take that knife with you!"</span> He shouted while pointing at the trouble makers. <span style='color:red'>"And could I have another glass of water, please."</span> Baal sat back on his chair returning to his polishing, now having to reclean the barrel.
Amaroq watched the three troublemakers with mild interest. One of them threw a knife at the barman, and a loud crack filled the room as someone fired a gun. Amaroq watched as the knife spun into a pillar. The three ardens stood for a moment, and then bolted as an angry voice yelled at them. He looked to one side and saw a red takula, cleaning his rifle. Amaroq stared for a moment before standing up ad walking toward the bar. "<span style='color:purple'>Hey, since those idiots forgot it, can I have that knife?</span>" He asked, gesturing to the dagger still in the pillar. The barman gestured for him to take it while walking over to the takula with the rifle, a glass of water in hand. Amaroq yanked the dagger out of the pillar and walked toward his table, studying the blade. As he sat sharpening his new knife, he hummed an old song he had heard when he was little.
Baal stopped cleaning to look up at the speaker. <span style='color:red'> "Heh, don't see why not." </span> Hang on, nope nevermind looks similer though. Baal thought he recognised him. He carried on cleaning until he got bored and brought out his knife it's sister blade he'd given away. Balancing the point on the end of an outstreched finger, it never moved or quavered.
Amarqo looked at the balancing blade for a moment. <span style='color:purple'>Hang on, is that...</span> Amaroq pulled out Jynx's letter and shifted through the pages until he came to the sketch of her new knife. After a moment of comparing, he stood up and went to the takula's table. "<span style='color:purple'>You're name's Baal, isn't it?</span>" He asked, sheathing his old dagger and pushing the new one up his sleeve.
<span style='color:red'>"Heh, it seems that my name is getting around then."</span> Baal chuckled slightly. <span style='color:red'>"So tell me how come you know my name then."</span> Baal didn't like the idea of fame at all he was just doing things he believed in, besides he was only on leave from his duties for a few more months. <span style='color:red'>"Hopefully if they know whats good for them, they wont come back."</span> Baal pulled out a chair opposite him.
Amaroq sat down and put Jynx's letter on the table. "<span style='color:purple'>You met my sister at Magi Lake. From what she says you saved her life, so I owe you.</span>" Amaroq explained. He glanced at the letter, then grinned at Baal. "<span style='color:purple'>You scared those 'dragons off for good with that rifle. Good aim.</span>" He said.
He looked at him now seeing where he recognized him. <span style='color:red'>"Heh by my reckoning she pretty much saved herself all I had to do was give her a knife."</span> Baal took another swig of his water, trying to remember what good liquor tasted like. Stabbing the knife into the table out of boredom, he grinned. <span style='color:red'>"Still you could say that you saved her really, since you trained her."</span> <span style='color:red'> "So you owe me nothing."</span>
Amaroq watched as Baal drove the knife into the table up to the hilt. "<span style='color:purple'>I never thought Jynx would remember those lessons. She was, what, three when I taught her?</span>" He thought for a moment. "<span style='color:purple'>I never introduced myself, did I? Sorry. Name's Amaroq.</span>" He held out his hand.
Baal took the hand shaking it slowly. <span style='color:red'>"Baalberith, heh she must have a good memory then."</span> He slide the blade out a few inches watching the light reflect off it. <span style='color:red'>"So what brings you here then?"</span> He let go of the hand eventually after realizing he still held it. <span style='color:red'>"You can't have come here looking for me eh?"</span>
"<span style='color:purple'>I came looking for a job. Probably picked the wrong place, though.</span>" Amaroq watched the blade too. "<span style='color:purple'>My sister does have a good memory, but only if she thinks its important. She remembered you, but she can't remember what she had for dinner last night.</span>" Amaroq smiled, still listening to the conversations around them in case he heard something interesting.
He drew the knife fully out of the table placing it back into it sheaf quickly after seeing the look on the barman's face. A job eh, I could do with some extra cash myself and I know of exactly where I can get it. <span style='color:red'>"You know there's a smuggling operation going on and I know just which official to go to. A quick job in out money and the crooks taken down."</span> Not to mention our rivals ruined. He smiled widely a double job is always good for your health. <span style='color:red'>"So what you think shall we?"</span>
Amaroq thought for a moment. "<span style='color:purple'>What are we waiting for?</span>" As he stood up, he paused and turned back. "<span style='color:purple'>How much do you think we're going to get paid?</span>"
<span style='color:red'>"Indeed what are we waiting for I've been drinking water all evening so I wont need to sober-up."</span> As he walked out the door with Amaroq he decided to answer the real question. <span style='color:red'>"Well that depends on how much the smugglers have, you see we're not getting paid by the government 'cus it's a inside job and they don't want their glistening clean hands dirty."</span> It didn't take long for Baal to remember where the official was and sorted out the deal. The smugglers were situated at the northern docks warehouses. <span style='color:red'>"See told yah just directions and a smile, bloody useless they are sometimes."</span> It wasn't long until they were near the run-down warehouse, the sounds of shouts and heavy lifting was all around. My shots won't be heard here for sure.
Amaroq followed Baal to the old warehouse. He noticed a group of 'dragons about his age. "<span style='color:purple'>Want me to see if I can get some info out of them?</span>" He asked, jerking his thumb toward the group. Without waiting for an answer, he went over and joined the group, pretending he was one of them.
Baal didn't have time to even agree when Amaroq just walked off. So he set his sights on the warehouse his lens had little trouble getting through the black paint on the windows. It was obvious that this was the place but he could have done with better intel on positions of guards. Baalberith wasn't sure what to do with his new "partner" how would he fit into Baals style of insurgency. Hmmm.
Amaroq stood among the group, listening to questions the youngest of the group had and the answers he was getting from the oldest. While he listened, he looked around. Finally, he piped up with a question of his own. "<span style='color:purple'>Do we take shifts as guards, or is that just the ardens?</span>" He asked as he looked at a few of the old 'dragons patroling. "The shift change is in fifteen minutes. It takes five minutes for everyone to find their places, and then we have hour long shifts." The oldest one answered, checking over a clipboard. "<span style='color:purple'>Where are all the guards, anyway?</span>" Amaroq continued. The 'dragon looked at him suspiciously. "Why do you want to know?" He growled. Amaroq met his suspicious glare with an icy stare. The other 'dragon looked away first. "There are tower facing inland. If anyone was planning to break in or anything, we'd know." Amaroq studied them all. "<span style='color:purple'>I'm going to go talk to the ardens.</span>" He turned and moved swifty through the crowd until he came upon Baal. "<span style='color:purple'>They aren't very cautious. Just those towers facing us. If we go around and swim to the warehouse, we can get in.</span>" Amaroq studied the building, already thinking of the best way in and out.
Baal laughed, no one was cautious when he was around. Stupid really not to expect this kind of thing happening. <span style='color:red'>"Sure that does seem the right way to go, a bit safer than my idea which was shoot the guards and climb through the window. Heh, to the water we go then."</span> It took a while to go around without detection Baal stood by the water looking at it darkly. <span style='color:red'>"Did I mention that im not the biggest fan of salt water. It ruins stuff."</span> He reverently places wax in the muzzle of his rifle and chacked the seal on his knife.
Amaroq pulled his jacket off, folding it and setting it in a smal cove just out of the water's reach. He made sure both daggers were securely fastened, and then turned to Baal. "<span style='color:purple'>If I'm right, the next shift change is in five minutes, so if we wait here we'll have five minutes where we don't have to dodge guards. Of course, if we wait we might have to kill a few guards in the next five minutes. You're choice.</span>" Amaroq studied the rifle Baal held. "<span style='color:purple'>If you want, you can wait here and I'll swim and open the backdoor that's on the other side of this fence.</span>" Amaroq crouched down and closed his eyes, calming himself. <span style='color:purple'>I haven't had a job this exciting in months.</span>
