Rufren Mayata
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				Title: <strong>Rufren Mayata</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>29-03-2010, 23:47:44</strong>
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				<strong>Atayo City</strong><br><br>A small cloud of spiced steam puffed ahead of a dark-clad figure, chasing it across one of Atayo's more crowded sidewalks. The cloud was pierced by a strong nose, then an intent pair of chopsticks, spiking across and then down, homing in on the cloud's flavoursome source.<br><br><em>Chili chicken ramen. Yes.</em><br><br>As Rufio zoned in on his grabbed lunch, clasping the warm pot in one hand and skillfully manipulating his sticks in the other, all other citizens, bystanders and beatniks of Atayo fuzzed into the blurry periphal of his vision. He deftly slipped past arty student types and hulking bodybuilders alike as the afternoon sun filtered through a patchwork of cloud scudding the sky. Without missing a delicious bite, the well-built but spritely Rufio slipped past go-go dancers in garish hotpants ogling him and attempting to thrust flyers into his occupied hands, skipped around grungy rickshaw drivers mounting the curb to get to their clients destination quicker, all without taking his eyes from his prize. <br><br>Eventually, Rufio became aware of a thinning density of people, and as he came to the bottom of his wet and satisfying cup, he lifted his liquid-dark eyes and, with a toss of his head, flicked a few stray locks of jet-black hair from his eyeline. He was on a rise, one of many in the city, as it was built on and around hills, giving certain spots in the city a vantage point over the surrounding country.<br><br><em>What there is of it.</em><br><br>Atayo was the largest city, indeed, maybe the only city for hundreds of miles around, and as Rufio discarded his empty pot (with the joint happiness and sadness that one may say goodbye temporarily to a loved pet), his sharp eyes scanned the sleepy-looking horizon, punctuated with thick clumps of forest, dotted with small villages, and backdropped with a dusty swathe that, if one squinted, one could believe was the Outlands. <br><br><em>I'd go there but...why bother, when everyone out there seems to come...here?</em><br><br>As Rufio was smacking his chops absentmindedly, a sultry purring voice jolted him out of his reverie. <br><br>"Rufio...<em>doll</em>face..."<br><br>He turned, and was instantly glad he did. Strutting towards him was one of the reasons he worked in his current job. Nyte, one of the Brimstone Burger Cartels' hostesses, perhaps half-elf, perhaps half-demon, definately all pure hotness, cocked her lovely little head at him and reached out a slender gloved hand to rest on his black-coated shoulder. Rufio absently tried to store the moment in his memory. Nyte was smouldering hot, but no one was allowed to press at where she came from. Rufio's partners grinned that it added to the exotic mystery. Nyte allowed it because it gave her more leverage with the boys. As Rufio tried to keep his gaze on her ebony hair, dark purple skin, collarbone tattoos and definately NOT on the not-really-an-outfit she had been kitted out with today, he felt himself being led towards an unmarked basement, currently one of the many that the Cartel operated out of in this district of Atayo. <br><br>"Nyte...seems you've been sent to bring me back...much as I appreciate the gesture, I only went for lunch..."<br><br>Nyte smiled a crooked half smile as they walked down a small flight of steps towards a simple thick wooden door guarded by a huge block of a man. <br><br>"Rufy, doll, I don't need an excuse to go get you, whevever you decide to take that head of yours..."<br><br>The pair were grunted at, and Rufio given a particularly wolfish smile by the colossal doorman, as they made their way inside, the warm, transient and familiar scent of the city being replaced by metal and incense.<br><br>"...but you should know that we're all real busy right now. We have a lot to do. And bossman needs all his hardest hitters in one basket. That's you and me included, babydoll."<br><br>Rufio smiled wanly at his exotic escort. <br><br>"There really is no rest for the wicked, eh?"<br><br>Nyte giggled. It sounded like bats,mating.<br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Pristine Katalyst</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 05:20:04</strong>
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				Small, windswept towns were a dime a dozen, and the people were always the same too. Despondent, laughing too loudly at jokes that were more morbid than actually amusing, their eyes bloodshot from the constant dirt whipping through the air, their mouths turned down in tired grimaces. They worked the land and said over and over "This year will be better" as their crops died and their children starved. Toren <em>loathed</em> them, because rather than shove away their pride and recognize hopelessness when it was staring them in the face, they continued to persevere, to move forward in their endless, tragic loops. Stupid, stupid humans with their clinging fragility and notion of 'home'. Home was wherever you wanted it to be, not somewhere predetermined. He couldn't help but be disgusted and annoyed. In fact, if one more of these dolts complained to him about their corn not making it in the edges of this desert, he was going to rip their heads off. Literally.<br><br>For the millionth time, Toren wondered why he'd traveled this way in the first place, chasing some bounty he knew he'd never catch. The guy he was after, a big town-skipping criminal who specialized in human trafficking, was nigh on impossible to get a hold of. Many had tried, and failed, just like Toren had. He'd managed to chase slave-trader half way across the desert before he'd lost the trail, and now he was on his way back to better lands, somewhere grass actually existed. You know, the green kind, not dried up brownish yellow stuff that usually died within days of sprouting. God, how Toren missed the color green. Toren was big on color, and lived for the sparkling blue depths of water, or the gem-like green of thick vegetation, or the multi-color fusion of rolling fields of flowers. In this god-forsaken desert land, all he had the was washed out blue of the sky, and different shades of brown. Hell, even the people here were shades of brown, their hair and eyes reflecting the dismal landscape.<br><br>Well, there had been that one girl in that one town, an extraordinary beauty with golden hair and violet eyes, but it was better to not think about her too hard. She'd been a feast; for the eyes <em>and</em> for his parched throat. Not only that, but she had begged him to take her with him after he'd finished with her, begged and pleaded and even cried (god, the crying!) but his bachelor will had prevailed, and he'd left alone, as he planned. It haunted him a bit, because Toren was terribly lonely, with no conceivable way to alleviate that loneliness. He couldn't make another vampire, something about his lineage prevented it, and keeping a human until they expired was just painful and terrible. For both him AND the human. He'd considered looking into other species, but had yet to find someone he could get along with for any period of time.<br><br>So, he wandered alone, and was now in - don't laugh - the town of Thursday.<br><br>That's right, Thursday. The official story was that the name came from the day the town was founded, but Toren was pretty sure that was bullshit, and that the founder had simply lacked creativity and run out of ideas for town names. Or maybe the vampire was just so bored out of his god-damned tits that he was pulling ideas out of his ass. Yeah, that was perfectly logical as well.<br><br>Since he was getting close to what he fondly called "The Mainland" (pretty much anywhere that <em>wasn't</em> this desert) he decided to check the bounty board and see if anything new was up for the area... or to be more accurate, the nearby area.<br><br>You know, that's what really killed him about this town. It was only <em>twenty miles </em>away from a perfectly habitable area. If they packed up their stuff, they would only have a days journey before they could drop everything once again and cultivate some food. Problem solved! No more starving children! No more hurricane force winds!<br><br>Toren shook himself out of that train of thought as he approached the township's center, his eyes drawn towards the board and the names posted there. Hm... nothing new, nothing new-<br><br>He froze. Something new, something entirely familiar. He ripped the bounty poster down without a second thought, and stared at the cute face he knew so well, despite having not seen it for years and years. "Shitfuck." He muttered under his breath.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampricprincessty</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 07:30:43</strong>
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				"WHAT THE FUCK IS EVERYONE'S PROBLEM!" Mayu screamed at the sky. Her wolf ears back with an angry yet pouty look on her face. It has been fight after fight for the young half-demon. She had no idea where they were coming from. Popping out of no where all walks of life wanting to fight her. Yet they never seemed to try to kill her but she sure as hell killed them. Now she walked though a wide open valley. Her red and violet kimono fluttering in the wind around with her red hair. Even with this beautiful scene of her, she was still pissed as hell. Stomping her bare feet into the ground as she walked up a hill, trying to calm down some but upon reaching the top of the hill a unpleasent scent was sent her way. Smacking a hand to her face, she shook her head. "Not again." <br><br>Turning around another filthy man was standing there. From his scent he wasn't human but not a demon either. She didn't exactly know what it was but she didn't care. They all die the same way. With a grunt and a thud. "What a sexy one I have been chasing. For a demon I mean." He chuckled as she glared at him. Her sword on her hip but she knew that was of no use. The poison would be more than enough for a weakling like him. "Cut the small talk. Why are you chasing me?" She cracked her hands as her claws lengthened some. "For the money of course." Pulling a stange silver object from his black blazer and pointing it at her. "I need only to wound you enough that you can't fight back." Snickering she dodged the first bullet only to learn that she hadn't missed it entirely. Her shoulder burned from the bullet gazing her skin and ripping her top. Without another thought she growled and ran toward him. <br><br>After several long minutes, Mayu manged to defeat him. In the end it was a demon. A powerful one to be able to mask his presence like that. Panting she looked over at his lifeless body and kicked it. Her kimono littered his and her own blood. "Damn him..." Blood ran down her face. He hit her pretty hard with that weapon. Head pounding and arm stinging. This was not enough to stop her though. In couple of days, she would be back to normal. For now she smelled more humans close by. That meant a small town was close by. Kicking the corpse again, she headed to the town. It was less than a mile off. Not that she was that weak not to make it there. <br><br>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>31-03-2010, 20:18:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/women/SinRapierWoman-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">~Lady Helena Machen~</span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Location: Thursday</strong></span><br><br>The woman stood at the southern side of the small moldering town, basking in the harsh rays of a cruel sun that stripped the land of moisture, life, and hope.&nbsp; The darkness of her armor seemed to absorb the surrounding light until it became an inky blotch cloaking her slender frame, while her alabaster flesh shone like a mirror, as blinding as it was breathtaking.&nbsp; She gazed out into the rippling atmosphere of the plains as though they were clear as day.&nbsp; Deep furrows and canyons scarred the land where sharp winds had howled furiously until the dust and sand relinquished their grip upon the Earth and fled into the air.&nbsp; Out in the distance the blackened remnants of trees stood as monuments to older days when water flowed plentifully, now reduced to charcoal spires after bursting into flame time and time again.&nbsp; They were every bit as stubborn as the people that chose to eke out an existence here, and in Lady Helena's eyes that made them a rare and beautiful treasure.<br><br>For when she looked upon these blasted deserts she did not see a land of death and misery and pain, but one of ancient secrets and unplumbed caverns waiting to be discovered and explored.&nbsp; There was history to be found in every grain of sand, and long forgotten stories whispered of and carried on the blusterous winds.&nbsp; It was as much a relic as it was a wasteland, a curious survival from a distant age.&nbsp; Though others chose to focus on life and living, Lady Helena had dedicated herself to the dead.&nbsp; This part of the world lacked the colour and aesthetic beauty of other, safer lands, but that did not make it any less wonderful.&nbsp; Though a gorgeous tropical flower may please the eyes, compared to a weathered gray rock it has seen so very little in its infinitely shorter lifespan.&nbsp; She would take a single chunk of sandstone over all the flowers in the world.<br><br>"Bartholomew?&nbsp; Come.&nbsp; I wish to mingle amongst the people for a spell," she said gently, her voice carrying a subtle chiming, as though church-bells were singing just beyond the range of hearing.<br><br>What had appeared to be nothing more than some great pile of wood and coloured metal sitting not ten feet behind her suddenly came alive, groaning obediently as its pieces swiftly organized themselves.&nbsp; The massive&nbsp; statue (http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/RoyalSentinelMachine.jpg) began to glow like a lantern, an intricate tracery of runes humming softly with unnatural life.&nbsp; Lady Helena smiled pensively at the construct before marching back towards the town proper, hips swaying with the sort of carefully measured movements one would usually find in a princess or a noblewoman.&nbsp; The golem followed right behind, floating several inches above the unstable soil.&nbsp; It garnered the immediate attention of everyone in the street, but apparently it was not the first time most of them had seen Lady Helena or her strange company, for most of them quickly went back to their work.<br><br>A spark in the darkness.&nbsp; Helena blinked, turning her head cautiously to the side.&nbsp; A man caught her attention, one with a curious sort of look about him that marked him as a fellow wanderer.&nbsp; Clearly not the sort of person to enjoy the unforgiving sun of the desert, he certainly seemed to have gone to many lengths to cover up his skin.&nbsp; But it was not his attire that drew her scrutiny.&nbsp; There was a quality about him that was not common in such superstitious lands.&nbsp; A taste of magic on the air?&nbsp; Most curious.&nbsp; Helena's slender brow raised a notch.&nbsp; A demon?&nbsp; No; he seemed too distraught.&nbsp; Demons tended to possess the stench of infuriating arrogance.&nbsp; But a strange fellow in such a backwater town, looking discomforted whilst staring at a board full of wanted men and women, and smelling faintly of unnatural power?&nbsp; To simply ignore such a person would be nearly criminal!<br><br>Sidling quietly up beside him, she glanced curiously up at the wall of posters and grizzled faces staring back at her.&nbsp; "So many cruel men wandering about these days.&nbsp; It's a wonder that they could even fit them all on a single board," she said aloud, casually flicking her eyes to the poster clutched in Toren's hands.&nbsp; "And yet...that one does not seem cruel at all.&nbsp; I see only kindness in those eyes, though they shine through a haunted face.&nbsp; Perhaps even the authorities make mistakes."<br><br>Finally turning to look the man in the eyes, Helena smiled gently.&nbsp; It was a true smile, one that spread up to the sides of her cold blue eyes.&nbsp; "I apologize for intruding, Wanderer, but I could not help but notice your agitation.&nbsp; I wished to ascertain if you were in need of some assistance.&nbsp; Might I ask what has stricken your face with such a troubled look?"
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DigitLninja</strong> on <strong>02-04-2010, 16:43:23</strong>
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				The trees barley trembled, almost unnoticeable as he leaped at high speeds from branch to branch and always landed so the tree barley registered his presence. Anyone who would be looking up at the time would simply assume he was a gentle breeze passing through the the country side. The shadow warrior made his way across the lands with swift speeds to find his client and deliver the scroll clutched in his hand, if she wasn't already dead. However he had met her once before and knew she was more than capable of taking care of herself but anyone with a bounty on there heads didn't last long without protection of some kind. It was vital that Hero find the Lady and keep her safe before she ended up meeting her father in the after life. The Scroll clutched in his hand was from his Lord, The Lady Aharon, who promised the father of Lady Mayu that she would be protected if anything should ever happen that would put her in danger. Hero knew the importance of this mission and was honored to be chosen by her Lordship to take on such a monumental task. A final wish of a dieing father depended on his finding Lady Mayu and keeping her safe.<br><br>"Hmm, I am getting closer to her..." Mayu wasn't exactly making it hard to find her location. A trail of bounty hunter's bodies and blood as well as various weapons and claw marks made for an obvious trail to her location. It had been easy to get information on her last know location from a tavern in the last town he had visited and now he was hot on her trail and hopefully he would be able to reach her before something ended her life. Hero began to concentrate and his energy swirled through his body as his greatest skill for spying on people kicked into effect, he was listening to the earth, the plants where giving him sounds from miles around him. The sounds of boots stomping through the forest, an open field in the distance with softer footfalls of a tired creature, hundreds of footfalls and the bustle of a market place. He had his heading and leaped his way toward the open area with the lone tree on a hill. He eventually would have to drop into the grass and make his way along the ground and as he was thinking it he came to a stop on the edge of the forest and looked into the open field for any signs of more bounty hunters.<br><br><em>She is approaching the town, too many people moving to know if there's a bounty hunter among them... I will have to inspect the location before I can approach Lady Mayu.</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>04-04-2010, 22:56:48</strong>
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				<strong>Atayo City</strong><br><br><em>Once more into the ornately carved, oak and iron furnished, creepy smelling chamber, my friends.</em><br><br>Rufio didn't pause on his questionable poetry as he was less than politely goaded into said room by his lovely colleague, Nyte. This wasn't new. This was just the Tuesday meeting, except...on a Friday.<br><br>He nodded at all the familiar faces sat around the obscenely large heavy wooden table they sat around. There was Jimmy the Raven, a coal-skinned youth with a penchant for knives, feathers sprouting unreasonably from his scalp. Halfwit Harvey, who everyone said was actually the brother of a twin, but no one ever saw two of them in the same room, was attempting to summon a pen to the table, and failing. Juno the Third, named apparantly not because she was the third Juno in her family, but because she was a third-part demon, a fact she liked to remind her snickering colleagues by occaisionally carving "J3" into forearms and foreheads. Barry sat, or as Rufio liked to think, the ground supported Barry for the sake of everybody else in the immediate vicinity. Barry was a minotaur. Barry was...big. Rufio had once seen him swallow a human head whole <em>and actually belch an eyeball.</em> <br><br>"Legs" Lawkin, Paula the Probe...nearly every name in the Brimstone Burger Cartel was present and correct.<br><br><em>Huh. This is no Tuesday meeting pep talk. </em><br><br>Rufio took his seat (heavy, oaken) and stretched out his legs, nodding at Juno, who nodded back, and Barry, who didn't. <br><br>With a crackling whisper, the being at the head of the table made his presence known. Rufio rolled his eyes as he prepared himself once more. Slowly, tiny dark particles materialised seemingly from out of nowhere and were sucked towards the huge chair, gathering mass and a dark,throbbing circular shape. <br><br><em>Can't resist, can he?</em><br><br>Finally, with an audible <em>crack</em>, the head of the Brimstone Burger Cartel made his full entrance into the underground chamber. Small, orange burning eye-shaped holes appeared in an otherwise indistinguishable dark crackling mass, and, for reasons no one knew why, the dark mass was smoking a cigar.<br><br>It spoke, in a snarling, heavily accented drawl. <br><br>"Good day, my loyal worker beeess."<br><br>As one, the rest of the sentients present gave the traditional reply.<br><br>"Good day, Boss."<br><br>Rufio couldn't help sluice a sarcastic high-pitched tone into his reply, thankfully covered by the chanting of the others, Barry's incredible gravelly monotone helping block Rufio's voice completely. Dangerous, he knew from experience mocking the Bossman in front of his peers, but he couldn't help it. <br><br><em>We've got the Oligarchy sweeping valuable half breeds right from under our very noses, and our glorious leader is still hung up on dramatics. Ye gods.</em>
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				Post by: <strong>Pristine Katalyst</strong> on <strong>05-04-2010, 08:37:19</strong>
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				To say Toren was distraught would be an understatement of epic proportions. Seeing his sister's face on a bounty poster was like his worst nightmare come to life... okay, maybe not, since he didn't actually sleep... it was more like he went comatose for a few hours. But that wasn't the point! The point was that there were people after Mayu, people like him, who were pretty skilled at getting their bounty, and who weren't altogether human. Or even at all human.<br><br>"Double friggin' shit." He muttered under his breath, his eyes roving over the picture and the information provided there.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"So many cruel men wandering about these days.&nbsp; It's a wonder that they could even fit them all on a single board," she said aloud, casually flicking her eyes to the poster clutched in Toren's hands.&nbsp; "And yet...that one does not seem cruel at all.&nbsp; I see only kindness in those eyes, though they shine through a haunted face.&nbsp; Perhaps even the authorities make mistakes."</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Toren, who was rather used to sensing people long before they'd gotten that close to him, nearly leaped out of his skin in surprise. He was swearing himself up and down roundly, making sure he kept in mind that he'd actually allowed someone to sneak up on him. After all, this wasn't something he could get into the habit of! His hand crumpled the image on his sister, making it indistinguishable, before letting his hand fall to his side in an unimportant manner, trying to take the woman's attention off the poster. He was about to make a sarcastic remark when she spoke again and he looked at her, <em>really</em> looked at her.<br><br>Whoa.<br><br><div class="quoteheader"><div class="topslice_quote">Quote</div></div><blockquote class="bbc_standard_quote">"I apologize for intruding, Wanderer, but I could not help but notice your agitation.&nbsp; I wished to ascertain if you were in need of some assistance.&nbsp; Might I ask what has stricken your face with such a troubled look?"</blockquote><div class="quotefooter"><div class="botslice_quote"></div></div><br>Toren might have said something like "Uh..." in answer, he wasn't sure. He was too busy doing the once over that he usually did while there was still plenty of room between himself and the good-looking body his eyes had picked out of a crowd. Long, dark, straight hair. Pale creamy skin. Curves in all the right places, and none of the wrong ones. Oh man, his eyes had fallen in love. So had his thirst, rearing it's ugly head to roar it's need down his throat in a scalding wave. Simply put, he was just suddenly ridiculously thirsty, just from looking at this girl. Woman. Whatever she was.<br><br>"Uh..." He said again, heard himself say it this time, and was instantly ashamed. <em>Some dark mysterious stranger you are.</em> He snarked at himself, getting both his thirst - and his libido - under control. <br><br>"Sorry," He finally got out, regaining a touch of his usual smoothness. "You shocked the shit out of me." It wasn't <em>quite</em> a lie, just not the whole truth. "About the bounty..." he went on, finally putting things into perspective and getting his priorities straight, "It's a friend of mine, someone I know wouldn't deserve it." He ran his fingertips through his unruly burnt orange hair. "I'm going to have to do something about this, before it gets fucked sideways. How the hell am I going to get that bounty removed?" he wondered aloud, his hair making it's way from unruly to a real mess. It was only then that Toren noticed the dry cackle on the air, almost like static electricity, that seemed to be emanating from the woman next to him. He eyed her with renewed interest, though now it was (mostly) professional. Whatever she was, Toren would be surprised if she was terribly much more human than he was.<br><br>Intriguing. But ultimately not important at the moment. After all, his sister was in danger.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampricprincessty</strong> on <strong>07-04-2010, 15:08:18</strong>
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				Mayu walked into the town of Edgewood. Weird enough there was no woods around here, just rolling hills and valleys. All covered in bright green grass and flowers. That didn't really matter right now. What matter was the fact that people couldn't stop staring but they weren't trying to offer her help either. Stopping to look around something just seemed...wrong. Her arm burned with pain and her head pounded unforgivably. Her ears twitched as some people came up to her. She had blocked out the talk about her but they came seemed OK. "Miss, do you need help?" The guy asked her. Merely nodding to him, he lead the way to a old looking tavern. The smell from a few feet away made her wrinkle her nose. Sometimes it she hated that her nose was so sensitive. <br><br>The tavern called Razor was mostly had wooden things inside of it. The chairs, tables, bar, just about everything except the glasses and bottle of liquor. Sighing, she followed him to the back of the not very crowd tavern. "In here, there are some bandages in there. You can clean yourself and clothes in the room next to it. Hurry up." A weird look must have been in her face for the man to stop. "Look, I don't want trouble here. I suggest you hurry and move on." With all the weirdness she was going though, this was the worse. The tavern owner or worker wanted to help but he wanted her to get out too? Shaking her head, she walked into the room and grabbed the bandages. <strong>"Can you at least tell me whats going on?</strong> "Seems people were looking for you but left here. Some more are coming probably." Listening, she tied the bandage on her arm using her teeth mostly, then one on her head. <strong>"I don't know what they want me for. I'll just back here out of sight."</strong> Closing the door, the owner looked shock but decided long as she was not her long it was fine. Sighing behind the closed door, she thought. <em>What are they following me for? Was it for the last time I went on a rampage?"</em>
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>DigitLninja</strong> on <strong>10-04-2010, 15:38:50</strong>
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				Hero moved his pack around and pulled out a set of civilian cloths that fit over his regular ninja outfit and pulled his mask down then he pulled his pack back into the proper position and put a rose seed gently in his ear. He jumped down from the tree and began to walk the path into town as if he was just another traveler. He entered the town and noticed some of the people whispering and talking about a demon matching the wanted posters entering the town, confirming the location of the princess for him. At that point it was a simple matter of locating every person currently in town and determining who may be working for the bounty hunters and who was no threat. Normally it would take a few days but his training with plant Jutsu made spying on these people quite easy and within thirty minutes he had located the princess, found a spy and two bounty hunters working to capture the demon princess.<br><br>It wasn't long before the spy heard the gossip of the demon princess being at the bar and quickly delivered the information to the bounty hunters who where held up in an empty house on the outskirts of the town. Hero decided to move to the Inn next to the tavern and removed his civilian clothing replacing his mask and preparing himself for battle, the rose seed in his ear became an actual rose in his hand and he felt the plants tremble as the hunters approached the Lady's location. Hero was prepared for the battle and made his way to the roof of the in and over to the tavern entering from a window upstairs and moving into position as the Hunters approached the bar and ordered some drinks.
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				Post by: <strong>Shihong</strong> on <strong>16-04-2010, 08:18:04</strong>
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				<div class="floatright">(http://img.photobucket.com/albums/v296/rcburner/women/SinRapierWoman-1.jpg)</div><span style="font-size: 16pt;" class="bbc_size">~Lady Helena Machen~</span><br><span style="font-size: 12pt;" class="bbc_size"><strong>Location: Thursday</strong></span><br><br>Helena smiled genuinely at Toren's brief nervousness, apparently welcoming the attention.&nbsp; When one had a body as uniquely beautiful as hers, one could hardly remain oblivious of the desires of others.&nbsp; There was something titillating about watching the eyes of those who were meeting her for the first time.&nbsp; She relished the reactions of strangers, for each one looked at her in a completely different way from the next.&nbsp; So many subtleties to drink in, so many thoughts bubbling about in their heads.&nbsp; A single chance meeting, branching off into countless new realities.&nbsp; A single introduction could open the door to an infinite number of unpredictable events, touching everyone and everything in different ways.&nbsp; A single word could change the world.&nbsp; Boundless potential.&nbsp; <br><br>"A friend of yours, you say?" she asked, placing her delicate fingers upon the man's shoulder as if to ground him in place.&nbsp; "Then it would appear that you are in a distressing situation indeed.&nbsp; I of all people know that appearances can be deceiving, but I must confess that this girl does not seem the sort to deserve such punishment.&nbsp; With a bounty of that magnitude, I can scarcely imagine she will find much peace in the coming days.&nbsp; A pity."<br><br>Tracing Toren's collarbone as she gracefully flowed to his other side, Helena slid the crumpled poster from his grasp as though it were made of smoke, gazing at the small face and smiling broadly.&nbsp; The massive golem behind them groaned with something resembling contentment, as though feeling its master's joy.&nbsp; "It must be fate that we happened upon each other.&nbsp; I believe I know exactly who we must go to in order to have this bounty removed.&nbsp; Posters of this make are issued by only one organization that I am aware of.&nbsp; Yes...&nbsp; I do believe that I might aid you in clearing this girl's name."<br><br>Helena pushed the paper back against the man's chest, her hand seeming to feel at the muscle just behind it.&nbsp; A mirthful little sound rose from the back of her throat as she stared warmly into his eyes.&nbsp; "Tell me, have you ever been to Atayo?&nbsp; There is a certain Cartel there that I believe will help us, at my request."
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Vampricprincessty</strong> on <strong>20-04-2010, 22:05:29</strong>
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				Mayu knew she couldn't stay long, even with his help it seemed people was looking for her. This was ruining her search. How was she to search for her brother with these dumbasses following her everywhere?! This had to be because of that time. Killing all of those people. She looked at her hands. It had taken days to rid her hands of the smell of blood. Looking at them now, she saw herself killing them with her hands. Clean as they are now. Letting out a heavy sigh, she bandaged herself up. Only cleaning her hair and face. It would look weird with bandages on her face. <br><br>Her ears twitched this way and that until she caught the sound of voices in the Tavern. <strong>"Shit."</strong> She muttered as she listened in. The bartender moving glasses around as he filled them. They were asking him various things. Trying to find her no doubt. As quietly as she could, she unlocked and opened the door. Their scent coming her way and she knew they were human. She could take them even with the injury to her arm, but her head still pounding made her think otherwise. Going out the front was not possible at the moment but there had to be a window some where. <br><br>Stepping out of the room, their next words caught her attention. Something about the bathroom? Turning her head, she looked at the bathroom door, then back at a man's face. "Ah! There is the beauty from the picture. I was looking all over for you." Standing up straight, she crossed her arms. <strong>"What do you want with me? I have no buisness with you."</strong> The man only smiled as two more joined him. "Oh, but you do. We are here to take you away and collect." Her eyes looked over the other two. One was a low class demon, the other human, so two human and one demon. The one eariler was enough even with her poison claws this was going to be a struggle. Uncrossing her arms, she let her claws lengthen. <strong>"You won't be taking me anywhere."</strong> The demon ran toward her and she dodge to his right and hit the wall. This was too small a space to be fighting in. Her arm stung and pulsed with pain but she had to bite it back lest they know she was injured. Turning back to the demon she clawed and slashed at him. Her movements not as fast as they usually are.
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				Title: <strong>Re: Rufren Mayata</strong><br>
				Post by: <strong>Ramael</strong> on <strong>29-04-2010, 00:27:33</strong>
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				The meeting adjourned, Bossman vaminoosed into one of his preferred dimensions once again, the Cartel members slowly shuffled out of the large chamber, nodded at silently by Barry the minotaur and a pouting Nyte, who squeezed Rufio's behind as he passed.<br><br>Nothing had been resolved, of course. <br><br>Oh, there had been some hits put out on known low-level Oligarchy members, but all the most important ones operated behind a veil of mystery, and were still managing to pull the strings. <br><br>Rufio had shared a cigarette with Jimmy the Raven, and compared coin tricks. Jimmy smoothed back his feathers and gloated about his own gathering of personal henchmen, bragging that he operated his own mini-crime syndicate on the south side of town. Ordinarily Rufio would have approved and inquired jealously as to how he was funding his own mob, but this time he had just shrugged.<br><br><em>And how long before your manpower is sniffed out by the Oligarchy and you have bits of your henchmen posted through your letterbox, Jimmy?</em><br><br>Rufio sighed as the two went their seperate ways. <em>It's not that we don't run this town anymore...it's that we don't even recognise it.</em> <br>Back at his modest but comfortable basement apartment, Rufio washed, shaved, removed his eyepatch. Going through some breathing excersises he had picked up from a travelling elf nomad, he stared over at his door from where he lay on his double bed, wondering he would be doing something as relaxing as this when the Oligarchy came a-knocking. He wondered if he would be doing yoga, or masturbating, or eating ramen take-out when his door would be blown in by hired warlocks.<br><br>Wrenching his eyes away from his city map plasted to one of his walls, covered with arcane markings and glyphs representing Brimstone-operated rackets that only one of the Cartel would recognise, he lounged on his bed again and turned to one of the things that always cheered him up.<br><br>Pulling a large, weighty silver compass from underneath the bed, Rufio slowly licked the cool face and whispered a few words in ancient elvish. The silver face shimmered slightly, and slowly an image began to form, hovering an inch above the metal.<br><br>The image of a scantily-clad, bright blue haired girl, with petite horns on her pretty head. The image was, at most, six inches tall. It purred up at him.<br><br>"'Samatter, Rufy? I was kind of in the middle of poker with the Lilypatch fairies, but I can quit takin their acorns for a minute to talk to you. Sup?"<br><br>Rufio smiled wanly.<br><br>"Hello Sasha. Tell me something good about a half-breed still at large, and I'll summon you to my plane for a week."
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