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Post by rahka on Dec 8, 2008 22:07:51 GMT -5
Rahka listened to the squirrel talk, beginning to smile. It broadened slightly as the member of the Darkbrush clan continued. He couldn't help but think that the name sounded familiar, but he couldn't place his paw on it. The panther decided not to let the vague familiarity of the name stop him from getting to his point. "My name is Rahka Treshinu. In the Rosferia the peasantbeasts see, I am a simple hunter. However, I also work outside the norm. I know that true warriors are diminishing in numbers. When I can find work, I do what I can to make sure my skills don't go to waste, whatever that may entail. I see a lot of potential in you. Potential as a warrior, but I also see the potential for livres. War is approaching, and there will be a need for people who can work behind the scenes, behind the constant watch of the public eye. How does this sound to you?"
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Post by ninjasquirrel1 on Dec 9, 2008 12:20:09 GMT -5
"War is approaching, and there will be a need for people who can work behind the scenes, behind the constant watch of the public eye. How does this sound to you," the panther asked. Swifttail smiled yet again, he felt at ease with this warrior.
"My friend. . . The Darkbrushes have always been the line of assassins, mercenaries, and thieves. It runs in my blood to be unoticed and ruthless when the time comes. I could get used to that," he said, crossing his arms. Leaning against the wall of the Bistro, Swifttail laid his staff against the brick wall, close to paw. This panther was starting to interest Swifttail, he spoke almost as if he wanted to offer him a job. He would gladly take the job, but if he was going to do some more assassinations, he would need to get rid of Ikki. Impossible, the little reptile had followed him for two years now, has been very helpful so far. Maybe he'll prove useful again. . .
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Post by rahka on Dec 9, 2008 21:28:53 GMT -5
"I knew the name sounded familiar. Well, then, as you can well imagine, some jobs just can't be done alone. Perhaps together we can make a dishonest living out of this. That friend of yours might have some use too," Rahka thought aloud, "I just realized, I don't think you gave me your name. I've heard rumors of the Darkbrush clan, but I thought they were all dead."
Rahka eyed the squirrel strangely. The Darkbrush were the most well-known clan of underground warriors in Rosferia. The panther, like many others, thought the clan had died off. Yet, here was this squirrel, claiming to be a descendant of the Darkbrush. Rahka found it hard to believe.
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Post by ninjasquirrel1 on Dec 10, 2008 8:56:26 GMT -5
Yes, there weren't many left of that family that once gloriously thieved, fought and back stabbed, they had all been captured and tortured to death. But not all of them. "They are, most of them. My sister and brother are alive, though where they are, I don't know. Although I have a clue that my brother is living like a king in high society, double crossing beasts and getting richer. My sister. . . Assassin for hire, just like her mother. Me. . . I'm the eldest of the bunch of rotten bananas." Spitting on his paw, he held it out, posed to shake the panther's paw. "Swifttail Darkbrush, at your service," he continued. He had never revealed his identity before, he only told Ikki his first name. . . And that was enough for him.
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Post by bookity101 on Dec 10, 2008 17:26:24 GMT -5
Stell shook her head as she turned away from the newt. 'Silly creature,' she thought, looking around she saw that the table that she had been sitting at was taken by a couple of stoats who looked as they did not want to be uninterrupted, so she did the first thing that she could think and sat in the chair that the squirrel had vacated and snagged the waiter before he left after he delivered the crocodiles food. She ordered some water and a soup salad bread platter. As waited for her order to be delivered she decided to try and guess what the creature across the table from her, watching from under her eyelids she made a mental list, he appeared well dressed sure of himself, and bit like some one she knew and did not care to remember. As her food arrived she reached in her bag for a small vile of a white powder and sprinkled it on her food, then started to eat. As she looked up again she decided to see if the crocodile would talk. "Poison for your thoughts sir"
((OCC-Sounds odd i know but bear with me:))
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Post by rahka on Dec 10, 2008 21:54:37 GMT -5
Hand-shaking? Was that what had become of the Darkbrush? Was this figure in front of him even a Darkbrush at all? Were the authorities on to him? "Spare me the formalities. How am I to know that you are truly of the Darkbrush clan? That's quite the claim," Rahka stated firmly. He had absolutely no reason to truly believe that this squirrel was of the Darkbrush. He would have to prove it to the panther somehow. It didn't really matter to Rahka, however. Darkbrush or not, he could look after himself.
Rosferia was full of beasts, and so few of them deserved life in Rahka's eyes. Rahka looked at these beasts everyday, and wished he could slaughter nearly every single on of them. Of course, that would draw attention to himself. Self-preservation comes first.
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Post by ninjasquirrel1 on Dec 11, 2008 9:38:17 GMT -5
OOC> This makes me laugh! You know what the handshake came from? Shaking hands came from telling the other person you were unarmed and a friend. "Spare me the formalities. How am I to know that you are truly of the Darkbrush clan? That's quite the claim," replied the panther. Swifttail frowned and dropped his handshake. Hmm, it seemed this panther would need a lesson. "What? No pawshake? Well, that's rude. I think your mother would have an objection to that. Why don't we try again? I'll hold my paw out, and you accept it." Swifttail's pointless prattling was just a cover up, probably not a good one, but it was all he could spare at the moment. As he was speaking, he slowly shifted his footpaws into stance and held his staff with both paws. For his size, Swifttail was rather quick. Lunging forward at the panther, he held his staff in a high guard above his head, making sure it was plain he was going to strike von tach (from the roof). Swing his staff in arch downwards on top of the panthers head, but just before impact, he pivoted his arms ninety degrees, causing the strike to come to his left kidney. . .
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Post by Ladorak on Dec 11, 2008 15:53:54 GMT -5
The food arrived for both Milton and the squirrel now, who had stepped outside with that panther. Fool....I order him food and this is how he repays me? Since he was sitting in a corner, the crocodile did not have a great view of outside, but it almost looked as if there was a scuffle breaking out. Well.....if it got too bad the militia would handle it. Funny.....as a good many of them were under his control as well. Well not his, but the Commune's. Now that their commanding officer had been forced to flee the country, the Cosnair armed forces still served the Assembly, and there were certainly enough of them to keep the city secure. Close to 20,000 he had estimated by last count.
Whatever that scuffle was about had nothing to do with him. He dug in to his meat, his teeth chomping in to the tender helping. He was slightly put off by the ferret as she chose to sit across from him. He preferred dining alone, and it was improper for a female to just suddenly sit across from one such as him. Wasn't she aware of who he was?
Swallowing, he fixed her with his beady yellow eyes, looking down the end of his snout at her. "And what, may I ask, do you intend to do with that? Eat it?" he snorted, shaking his head. The crazies were really starting to come out these days.....but fortunately things were still held together by the military and the Assembly, whom most hoped would take the country in a better direction after the chaos last July.....when citizens were shot in the streets during a revolt.
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Post by rahka on Dec 11, 2008 18:03:59 GMT -5
((OOC: I know about the origin of handshakes, but trust me... Rahka is that rude ;D))
Rahka listened to the squirrel as he spoke. His expression changed emotions multiple times throughout Swifttail's short piece of dialogue. "What? No pawshake? Well, that's rude," The squirrel of the Darkbrush spoke, and Rahka began to appear annoyed. "I think your mother would have an objection to that," He said without consideration, and Rahka began to become sickened by the squirrel's lack of respect for his private matters. The squirrel continued to ramble, and by this point Rahka was hardly paying attention. Rahka noticed a sudden twitch in the squirrel's movements, and moved to draw one of his blades. However, by this point it was too late. Rahka dropped to his knees after being hit, he never took pain well. "Darkbrush indeed," Rahka smirked through the pain.
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Post by bookity101 on Dec 11, 2008 19:46:54 GMT -5
Stell looked across the table at the crocodile. She could tell that he was a little put off by the fact that she had just sat down across from him, she took a drink so she could form a reply. Stell set the glass down and looked up at him, "My good sir, In reference to your question, it can one of two things, either your asking if I will eat the food that I ordered, to that the answer is yes I do, but I dearly hope that it was not because you seem to be the sort who would a little smarter than that, possibly a rich merchant or a high ranking politician, or possibly it is the later which could reference to the powder that I put on my food, which is a rather long story, in short it is the dried root of the Lupinus species plant, or simple the Lupine plant, I've made it a lifes goal to become immune to most of the toxic plants on this earth and so far i've covered three and twenty." At the end of this little speech Stell once again dipped her head to her glass. 'I do hope that didn't sound to stuffy.' She thought to herself.
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