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Post by Treijim on Apr 21, 2007 23:16:47 GMT 9.5
The man narrowed his eyes and stared right into Daven as though staring at his soul, and then an eerie smile crept onto his face.
"I shant say my name," he muttered. "I never do. Please, come in." He opened the door wide for Daven, inviting him into what looked like an old laboratory. He went and sat down at his desk. "Money you want, is it? Money I have, but in return for me giving you my money, you give me your time so that my money is worth the time you spend earning it." He paused and wiped his nose with his sleeve. "In other words, what can ya do? Poke things with sticks? What's 'your area'?"
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Post by Max Füchs on Apr 22, 2007 1:56:25 GMT 9.5
"I'm a bounty hunter. Give me a picture of my target, and I will eliminate him." Daven responded, calmly. He sat at the other side of the desk, and let his paw rest comfortably on the hilt of his sword. "That's my specialty. I will do other jobs, where needed, and if I'm paid well."
I need to take this carefully, as he's an assassin, he could probably outmaneuver with ease. The outside area would probably be easier to fight him in.
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Post by Treijim on Apr 22, 2007 21:05:21 GMT 9.5
"Good," the man said with a sneer. "Very good." He noticed Daven grip his sword. "What if your target was a better swordsman? What approach would you take then? I'm so very curious to know..."
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Post by Max Füchs on Apr 22, 2007 23:36:09 GMT 9.5
"I would take the approach I would feel necessary to turn the situation to my advantage." Daven replied. "As would anyone in a fight."
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Post by Treijim on Apr 25, 2007 12:25:59 GMT 9.5
"I see," the man said slowly. "What if..." He stopped and pondered for a moment. "What if I told you that if you raised yourself from that seat, you would be impaled from every angle. What would you do?"
He suddenly seemed dead serious, and as he folded his hands on his lap, he tilted his head forward slightly, giving Daven a cold stare.
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Post by Max Füchs on Apr 25, 2007 18:49:38 GMT 9.5
"I probably might rise more carefully, or not at all, depending on the situation." Daven responded, unperturbed by the man's eyes. "These questions are necessary for my employment, I assume?"
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Post by Treijim on Apr 28, 2007 10:29:42 GMT 9.5
"Oh, it's very necessary," the man said. "But I'm not quite sure you understand, boy... That chair you're in is a trap. You lied to me, and now you'll pay."
With a whip of his arm, the man drew a long dagger and pointed it at Daven.
"You're as good as dead, you mongrel..."
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Post by Max Füchs on Apr 28, 2007 12:59:41 GMT 9.5
"I lied? What would make you think that?"
*SHING!*
The longsword pointed back at the man, across the table.
"I am a mercenary, who does work as a bounty hunter." Daven said quietly, still not rising. "I did not lie about that."
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Post by Treijim on May 6, 2007 8:18:00 GMT 9.5
"It was not your words that lied," the man said. "It was your actions... And I sh--"
His speech was cut short and an arrow stuck in his chest. Slowly, he fell forward, face-first on the table. Troy was standing in the doorway with another arrow ready, but the man did not move so he went to help Daven.
"You can stand," Troy said. "He uses our fear of the unknown to paralyse us. It's how he usually gets his targets." He sighed. "But I got him, so there'll be no more of this... 'religious righting-the-wrong'."
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Post by Max Füchs on May 6, 2007 16:33:11 GMT 9.5
"My apologies, it appears my incompetence has made me unsuccesful in getting him for you." Daven muttered. "Thank you for the save."
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Post by Treijim on May 20, 2007 8:57:45 GMT 9.5
Troy smirked and nodded.
"No, thank you for setting him up for me. But since you shed no blood, you get no reward. That was the agreement. Now if you'll excuse me, I must say goodbye."
He turned and headed out of the door.
[This RP is over unless you wanna try and convince him he owes you some money]
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