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Post by Ladorak on Dec 31, 2008 12:40:01 GMT -5
Milton merely smirked down the end of his long snout at the spectacle of the apple being tossed out in to the street and catching some unfortunate beast who was probably unsuspecting as well. The city really WAS a bit overcrowded these days. Chances of hitting someone were far greater than chances of not hitting someone.
"It's a good thing I haven't been sworn yet in to my new office as Public Prosecutor, otherwise I might've just had to have done something about that....if I cared enough." he said, winking down at the squirrel. "If it's food you're after..." he pushed the dish across the table to Swiftail, the dish originally intended for him as it was. "Your food as arrived. Tell me.....I was curious about something though." A glint could be seen in the crocodile's eyes now.
"Would any of you two particular beasts be looking for work by any chance?" the question was posed to either of them, not being addressed to any single one.
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Post by ninjasquirrel1 on Dec 31, 2008 17:38:11 GMT -5
As the plate slid infront of Swifttail, he nodded in thanks. Digging into his food, he ate with quietly, not speaking. As the crocodile brought up the mention of work, his wavered over to the panther, Swifttail's eyes held the look of question . . .
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Post by rahka on Jan 5, 2009 22:27:09 GMT -5
The panther had followed Swifttail back inside, and stood in a corner of the bistro, trying not to gather too much attention. He noticed the crocodile's offer to him and the squirrel, and looked at the crocodile with a face suggesting interest and curiosity. "I might be interested, what exactly is the job?" Rahka asked. A job might be useful, it would give Swifttail a chance to see what he was capable of. It would also serve to bring in some livres. There might be other uses as well. Rahka believed in at least hearing out every job opportunity he was given. Little did he know that the position that the crocodile had obtained was so relevant to his own interests.
((OOC: Sorry, again. I've been 'off' the past few days.))
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Post by Ladorak on Jan 7, 2009 0:37:16 GMT -5
"Oh.....nothing specific, as it would be more like hired blades." He said, that gleam still there in those golden orbs of eyes. "You'd pull certain jobs for me. For example, as sort of avoidance of all that red tape, if I have a hunch about certain criminals, you fine beasts could take them down and ensure I could prosecute them, and perhaps remove some....undesirables from competition with him if necessary." he said, speaking very lowly as it wouldn't do to have the Public Prosecutor saying such things in public.
"Escorts for myself as well if the need arises. And handling delicate...situations as well. Interested?" he made his statement clear. He didn't mind being underhanded. It came with the territory. You had to always be one step ahead of the competition if you were going to survive these times.
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Post by rahka on Mar 17, 2009 15:07:08 GMT -5
Rahka eyed Milton with a raised eyebrow and a concealed smirk. He, too, was weary about revealing his true colors in public. The panther seemed, and was, intrigued about the offer. He could get some action, and the crocodile made it seem like the work would have minimal potential for legal retribution. "I'll have to discuss this with my partner," He answered before walking over to the squirrel of the Darkbrush clan. "What do you think?" He whispered to Swifttail, thinking nothing of referring to him as his partner, "It sounds good to me. We'd get some action and find out how well we work together for our future endeavors." He kept the last bit under his breath, not letting any of the others within the bistro hear him.
Rahka thrived for a good fight, hunting for the bistro was very dull and brought up memories he'd rather forget, but cannot. He missed the thrill, the adrenaline, the feeling of Jungle's Wrath slicing through flesh. He wanted to feel that again, and Rahka couldn't help but to think that he and the squirrel might be able to wreak some havoc together.
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Post by ninjasquirrel1 on Mar 18, 2009 13:43:15 GMT -5
Hmm, sounds like he would be operating on the illegal side, just the way Swifttail preferred it. As a mercenary usually breaks all ten of the ten commandments in one day. He was getting old, and it would be good for his slowly aging body to break the law again. Plus, what job wouldn't be fun if it involved assassination. He didn't know about Rahka, but he was definately in.
It seemed the panther wished to discuss with Swifttail first. Smiling, he crossed his arms, leaning against the side of the table.
"Sounds fun," he said. He turned to Ikki, he was about to ask if he too agreed. Ikki turned towards him, gave a large milky white toothed grin and burped. That said it all, Ikki agreed.
"And it seems my friend agrees," he said, grinning.
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Post by rahka on Mar 18, 2009 20:15:41 GMT -5
All this time Rahka had spent hunting for this bistro. A job he hated with a passion. He did it to appear more normal to the masses, like he earned the livres he spent not too different than everyone else. A blatant lie. Now, he was getting an offer for much better work, one that he would never have gotten if he was not working at that bistro. He ended up with a partner as well. The panther could not help but to feel like it was strange how things were working out for him.
He let out a slight chuckle, "Well, then, I guess it's decided."
Without even waiting for a reply from Swifttail, he turned back to Milton, "You have yourself a deal, good sir."
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Post by Ladorak on Mar 18, 2009 21:56:40 GMT -5
"Excellent." Milton smiled a rather devious, twisted, toothy sort of grin. "Then a deal it is. No reason why we can't get started right away. Meet me out back in two minutes." the crocodile stated, and rose from his seat, being careful not to knock into any other tables and chairs as he moved his way out back the back door, into the empty alleyway behind the Bistro. Good.....nobeast in sight. He took out a pipe and started to fill it up with tobacco. He was turning a plan over in his mind. He was also timing his associates. A minute had passed by the time he lit his pipe, and stuck it in between two crooked teeth. First.....he'd have to show them.... But his thoughts were interrupted by a smack on the back of his head. The pipe fell to the ground....but nothing much else happened. Milton had been stunned, bu the was big, and wouldn't go down easily. The Blackjack, for that's what it was, slammed into the back of his head a second time after the assailant had seen his first attack fail. This time the crocodile's knees buckled, but he still wouldn't go down. Hearing a cry of exasperation, he tried to turn around and was struck still a third time and then kicked from behind, only to hear a cry of pain from the one who had kicked him thanks to massive girth. But this time the repeated blows to his head told, and the impact of the lead the third time with his skull was enough to disorient him and cause his head to swim. "So....trying to block the war for your own selfish reasons are ya?" came a gravely voice behind him as he sank to the ground finally, though not from the kick. He turned his head over his shoulder to see an ocelot, holding the Blackjack and hopping up and down on one paw, and a rat and weasel. "Well we can't have that now can we? Good thing the River Trist is right here....can just toss your body in and no more anti-war opposition." the rat hissed. They stooped down to try to get his body up....but failed miserably due to the massive weight he held. Try as they might, they ended up giving up after only a few seconds. Two minutes.....two minutes was almost there.....they'd be here soon.... "Then I guess we'll just have to gut ye and leave ye to rot in this alley instead." the weasel growled as he drew a long carving knife from out of his clothing. Not good.....he was trying to regain his senses, and had he maybe 5 seconds more, he'd be able to do so....but at this rate those 5 seconds might not occur for the crocodile as the thug advanced on him...... ((You guys can do whatever you want to these thugs, so have fun. You have permission to auto them too. Just don't have them kill or seriously injure Milton XD He'll be in fighting shape anyways in a few more seconds.))
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Post by ninjasquirrel1 on Mar 19, 2009 8:55:38 GMT -5
OOC> What! We can't kill Milton! You never let us have any fun, Ladorak! As Milton exited the bistro, Swifttail leaned farther back against the table. Looking over to Rahka, he whispered directions to him. "Rahka, go out the front and around back. . . . That way nobeast suspects us." Turning to Ikki, motion for him to climb onto his right shoulder, with another grin and burp he mounted his shoulder. Giving one last grin to Rahka, he casually walked to the back door. As he opened the door, the sight that met him was not one to be expected. A rat, weasel and an ocelot seemed to be having too much fun with his new employer. Can't have that now can't we. Thinking fast, Swifttail held his staff to his right shoulder, it pointed towards the ocelot. Sneering, Ikki ran along the oaken staff, leaping from the tip onto the unsuspecting ocelot. Ikki clamped down onto his neck with his teeth. Screaming in pain, the ocelot fell to the ground struggling with the newt. Swifttail turned his attention to the rat, he had drawn a rather rusty looking cutlass. Sneering at Swifttail, the rat tried to rush him. The mercenary stood his ground, staff pointed out in a fourty-five degree angle. As his opponent came down at him from above, he took a strong step forward, raising his staff over his head. The strike landed harmlessly on the staff, stepping to the side with his back footpaw, he brought one end of his staff up into the rat's gut. Heaving over in pain, the rat collapsed into a writhing heap. Swifttail was preparing to finish him off with a blow to the temple when the weasel caught his attention. The weasel, seeing his friend in danger, had drawn a rapier. It was well polished and seemed to be a rather expensive weapon. He also seemed to be skilled with it. The weasel struck and struck, side stepping, parring and much to Swifttail's dismay . . . never standing still. It was hard work from stopping himself from being ran through, the weasel was very skillful with a blade. Even though Swifttail was quick and experianced, his staff was heavy and could not move quickly. Come on Rahka, where are you.
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Post by rahka on Mar 19, 2009 21:08:07 GMT -5
The squirrel gave a soft whisper to Rahka, but he did not give any verbal response to Swifttail. The panther merely stood where he was until the squirrel had taken a few steps towards the rear of the bistro. At which point, he slowly and nonchalantly walked towards the front entrance. He turned right upon leaving, still maintaining a casual manner to his demeanor. Rahka noticed a jackal across the street give him a strange look. Rahka felt disgusted to say the least, but he continued without allowing himself to show his disgust. He had finally found some decent work, and couldn't afford to lose it by being arrested or chased out of Rosferia for murder.
The panther turned right once more, walking across the side of the bistro, toward the point where the bistro's shadow enveloped the area in a dark embrace. Before he reached the dark area, he heard a sound he was quite familiar with. The sound of iron or steel rubbing against leather. A blade was being unsheathed. Rahka didn't quicken his pace just yet. It was too soon, he might be noticed. The jackal had already given him a strange look just for bearing swords over his back. He continued, until the darkness of the shadows consumed his teal fur.
Rahka took two more steps, and then began to quicken his pace and unsheathe his own blades. He arrived at the scene of the fight, and Rahka's next thought was that somebody appeared to desire to come between him and his pay. How foolish.
Without speaking, Rahka charged and engaged the weasel. He allowed the weasel to take the offensive as he was assaulted by a flurry of rapier strokes. For the time being, Rahka focused on little more than defending and paying attention to the weasel's combat style. It was very quick, very dexterous. Suddenly, the weasel lunged in with a rather high stroke. Rahka saw his opportunity to do what he did best, counterattack. He pushed both of his blades upward and toward his right, as he sidestepped to the left. The weasel's rapier was forced along the path of Rahka's stroke, and he was brought off-balance and open. With the swiftness of a wave crashing against the rocky coast, Rahka's left hand blade altered its course and sliced through the weasel's neck.
The blood escaped from the wound in a crimson geyser, and for a brief moment that geyser seemed to stop flowing completely. Then, everything resumed it's natural flow and the weasel fell to ground.
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