The Mission

Ziger made a disgusted look at the corpse but said nothing. He looked back at the employer and said
<font color="green"> So...I have some questions too... oh nevermind they have already been asked. </font>
He smiled and gulped down more beer. Growling at the other dragons who were still staring at Xavier with fear in their eyes.

 

Ziger stiffled a laugh at Xavier's joke before saying
<font color="green"> So when do we start? Could you get on with it? </font>

 

Ziger looked over at the other 'dragon saying simply

<font color="green"> Being impatient is something that one does in order to BE patient in the end. And besides we probably don't have all the time in the world anyway. </font>

 

ooc~ just so you all know, I'm new and this is my first post here at RaL. If I make any glaring mistakes, feel free to correct me.

bic~Kaji Malakim had never been to the Black Market at night – though he’d always wanted to. He wasn’t sure whether to be awed or disappointed that it was just as foreboding at night as it was during the day. Within the streets the brightest lights emanated from the various tail flames wandering like lost spirits, and despite Kaji’s upbringing it was positively thrilling.

Within the bar he’d chosen a stool, and events were no less mesmerizing there. Long, tufted ears swiveled to catch pieces of conversation that interested him, honing into one particular table of which a rather mysterious pendragon sat and vaguely explained a thieving plot... It wasn’t the contemplations of an organized criminal gang – merely a singular 'dragon exploiting his charisma for self-gain. Kaji had not heard anything about a reward (perhaps he had missed it), but it was not wealth or materials that interested him.

It was infamy he sought.

Quite abruptly, one of the possible thieves stood and drove a dagger into the throat of a bystander, sending the choking victim to the floor grappling with his throat. KajiÂ’s magenta gaze only lingered on the body for a moment before rising to the leader (he supposed) who had not yet given his name.

“If’n ye dun mind my interruption, gents, I was wonderin’ if’n thar was room fer a particular con artist ‘n the grand scheme o’ things," he said, leaning back far enough so that he could make himself heard. The table only sat a few steps from the bar, making it quite simple for Kaji to illustrate his interest without meeting an untimely end from the fiendish one with the dagger.

Kaji, however, was not the picture of a thief or even one who would become involved with dirty schemes. His effeminate structure did not allude to the strength he could possibly possess, and the accents of magenta and teal over his iridescent pelt didn't offer an aura of brutality. In fact, one would question what had beckoned such a feeble-looking creature into the darkest parts of Bhim....

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td> I like fast posts as well...</td></tr></table>


Ziger turned at the sound of another voice seeing a 'dragon that must have been listening in on the conversation. Ziger looked back at the leader of this mission waiting to see whether or not the leader would ignore the fourth employee or answer with a simple no or agree that the conartist could join the gang. Ziger sipped his beer calmly before leaning back in his chair sighing.

 

Ziger nodde slightly at Drusj's opinion saying

<font color="green"> 'tis true but, if one is good the art of con artistry, only then could they be considered worthy. </font>

Though this statement was not a qeustion it still needed a certain response and Ziger looked over at the newcomer wondering what e would say to defend himself.

 

ooc~ not sure whether to reply or not seeing as how Stormrae hasnÂ’t...

bic~ Kaji remained silent as he was scrutinized and several pairs of eyes looked him over. He didn’t give a damn what they thought, at the moment. He was far too intent upon this ‘mission’ of sorts. He’d been looking for an opening such as this one for a long time, an opening into the world of crime he’d become so enraptured with since the rumors of Shadowlack. Even now, he fed off the old, more controversial stories of the gang rather than those propagating the clans neutral status.

"Con Artists are the lowest form of crime available..."

“Aye, that they are," he responded evenly, a simper drawing itself across his maw. “If’n yer a brainless schmuck." His lip curled a little, almost bemused. He’d take it as a compliment and leave it at that.

" 'tis true but, if one is good at the art of con artistry, only then could they be considered worthy."

“I ‘aveta agree with yer on that one. I’s an art, not a sport. Requires a bit o’ talent and, like’n I said before, a brain." He was quite proud of his chosen skill, too. Though he would have preferred the title of assassin, he realized that it would take a few preliminary skills... And that he now had.

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td>me too!</td></tr></table>


Ziger nodded at the newcomer's response taking another sip from his beer.

<font color="green"> What was your name again? I didn't quite catch it before. </font>

Ziger looked around the table noticing that the 'boss' hadn't spoken for quite a while. Maybe he was deep in thought. Or maybe he just chose to remain silent when offering a illegal job.

 

<span style='width:100%;font-weight:bold; font-size:10px'>Out of Character</span>
<table class=ooc><tr><td> could you skip me? I'm seriously running out of things to say! </td></tr></table>

 

Kaji shrugged nonchalant and answered Ziger in a similarly casual tone, “m’name’s Kaji Malakim." He mused over how simple introductions wouldn’t be needed if he were infamous, all would know his name and they most definitely would not ask to shake his hand. But none knew of this, most who considered him a friend hardly knew that he was not the kind, joking pendragon he seemed to be. Or perhaps he was both, a wistful dreamer with a penchant for murder and an amiable trickster.

He had little time to continue musing, for the other ‘dragon he’d apparently insulted lashed out at him, forcing the effeminate male to slide from his stool and sidestep the attack, magenta gaze continuing to appear casual in a most infuriating manner. “Now, really, children. Le’s not fight, I mean’ nothin’ personal ‘n tellin’ ye the god’s honest truth," he said with a chuckle, leaping backwards onto the bar to avoid a slash of claws. “Really now, ye flatter me but ye nay need prove me right again ‘n again." He flashed a whimsical smile, now standing at the ready on top of the bar awaiting the next offence.

He should have expected no better. Really, weren’t those of such a profession trained to keep their emotions in check? This was the kind of act that would blind a ‘dragon in battle, if it came down to that.