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| Tweet Topic Started: Mon Jul 18, 2011 4:10 am (1,042 Views) | |
| Logan | Mon Jul 18, 2011 4:10 am Post #1 |
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Logan had never truly been to Taras before… And to see it now, he had to just stop himself from asking just what the hell had hit it. He had heard the stories, read a book on the matter, but to actually see the destruction in person, and to note the fact that it had been left this way for so long, he had to simply wonder what was going on through some peoples’ heads. Oh well, he was here now, he had agreed to help with the rebuilding efforts, so where so many before him might have just scavenged through the remains, he was going actually do something, to help. And it wasn’t even his damn city! A huff passed by his wolfen lips as he lowered his head, no use in really getting upset, after all, this was the result of the war, and he had heard somewhere that demons had been roaming through the wreckage for quite some time, so there couldn’t be too much blaming… Well, he could blame the paladins if he really wanted, but it seemed like it might be best to just shut up and get along with figuring out where he was supposed to go, what he was supposed to do. He was told to head over to the wreckage of the Taras Arena, to help rebuild that. Even just hearing about it, Logan could foresee just how long it was going to take; arenas needed a lot of work, the stands, the arena itself, the areas that spectators didn’t even see. The stones for the buildings were still being crafted, quickly as they could to be moved into place, and it seemed to be a good groove, so the werewolf couldn’t help but wonder if he was going to wreck that flow that seemed to be going through. He was going to have to fight every instinct which told him to be lazy… which meant he was going to constantly ask what he needed to do after he completed each task! A reinvigorated fire burned within him as he set forward again, much to the thanks of the guard he had been assigned, though having a guard seemed rather pointless to him, it wasn’t something he was going to argue with. With the sounds of work being done throughout the entire city, the smell of the dust and chippings rising through the air and into his nose, not to mention the summer heat, he was almost beginning to wonder if he’d have to go back to being a boring human, another thing he was planning to fight against, besides, his enhanced strength thanks to his shifted form would do a lot more good than his weaker human form. Now… All he had to do was find out where the person who was heading up the rebuilding of the arena was, and he could get to work. Probably moving rubble into wheelbarrows to be carted off or something, perfectly fine with him. |
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| Kalim | Tue Jul 19, 2011 12:35 pm Post #2 |
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Taras again. After what had happened here last time he had paid a visit to the smashed city, Kal had hoped he wouldn't need to come back through anytime soon, but his neverending quest for gold eventually managed to drag him back to the reconstruction efforts. It was just too easy to make a few quick coins, and he had no qualms about taking money from the hands of these mysterious benefactors that everyone kept talking about. The mercenary himself could really care less about them. They were living, breathing banks that dished out payment for a job as simple as guarding construction workers, and that was all that mattered. As far as that went, though, he seemed to have drawn the short straw. Bodyguard work was never enjoyable; the more attractive females that he was charged with protecting would call down hellfire if he so much as looked at them, and the men, usually merchants or nobles, were always indignant at his mere presence, their honor hurt because of the fact they needed a guard in the first place. So when he got drafted into this kind of assignment, he never expected to have a good time with it...but this was significantly worse. After all, he had never been required to guard a monster before. Something about the situation just seemed inherently wrong. He glanced at the werewolf that walked alongside him. Irony, he growled in his head as he carefully stepped over a pothole in the middle of the road. Now that he thought about it, maybe he had been sent just to make sure that the beast didn't try turning the entire city into it's own personal feast. Why they hadn't just stabbed it on sight was beyond him, though he had to admit that this "Logan", as he had heard the werecreature's name was, seemed more sane than most of his counterparts. On the other hand, he wore a bizzare-looking hat, and clothes, as if he thought he were a true human, so the mercenary wasn't willing to count on any stability of mind. If trouble did come, he would be prepared for it. His gauntlets were pulled tight over his hands, comfortable in their leather form, and two of his throwing daggers were hidden inside the bracers. The other three were concealed amongst his cloak, ready for use. Then, of course, there was his sword, it's weight on his back reassuring him. His hand twitched, yearning to grip the hilt as he walked, but that was a habit born out of anxiety, and he was trying to break it. "It isn't much further," he said, making this the second time he had spoken to his companion, his "charge" in the half hour since meeting him. He knew the werewolf's own orders, and they were just as ridiculous as his own. With mass destrucion surrounding them, with the city not even habitable, the command had come down, and the workers could do nothing but obey. Taras was going to have itself an arena. |
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| Kemi | Sun Aug 14, 2011 6:22 am Post #3 |
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Saw, hammers, and whining came from the man that continued to work on his part. Cutting pieces of lumber and sometimes nailing pieces together was his current vocation and he's been doing it all day tirelessly. Claes Bernadus was a Zombie of the Shadow Society and the only one to properly volunteer to 'help' their young appearing leader. Help being a horrible word, as she hasn't even so much as touched a hammer all morning. Nobody has really questioned the pair that showed up to help as they haven't done anything but be helpful, well Claes has been helpful while the young girl has watched and commented. Evals sat on a stack of evenly cut lumber and looked up at the walls of the arena. It was mostly wooden frames now but stones would be moved into place soon enough. "Keep it up Claes, we're almost done." She said to him determined, they weren't anywhere near complete with the arena. At least not that Evals could tell. She's said this about five times in the past hour. "Maybe if you'd pick up a hammer and do something we'd be done sooner." The zombie complained as he finished sawing a piece of wood in thrice and handed the pieces to the man that had carried it over. "What? I'd probably hurt myself! Or someone around me, like you! Do you want a hammer through your kneecap? I doubt it." She said sounding sure of herself, though completely full of excuse. "Besides, I've been telling people to put on helmets." She added and gestured at the pile of helmets at the end of the lumber pile. There had been a few incidents with things falling off the high frame of the arena. The pair had only been around for one, but a large piece of wood had broken someone's shoulder falling from a great height. It could've killed him if it hit his head, the man was very fortunate. So now Evals was spending her time telling people in the area without helmets to put them on, it was the only thing that has been asked of her since she showed up. Besides for Claes' whining, but he didn't count. Her routine didn't waver as the two new people showed up, a... werewolf? As well as what appeared to be a normal Human. She called out to them. "Hey, you two! Come over here and grab a helmet 'less you want to get brained." She said and went back to watching Claes looking at the angle of a piece of wood and marking it with a pencil. |
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| Logan | Mon Aug 15, 2011 10:57 am Post #4 |
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Yeah… no, the heavy amounts of distrust that Logan could practically smell just emanating off of his assigned and possibly unnecessary guard wasn’t something that has just sort of flown past Logan in the least, but then again he didn’t exactly pay it any mind, having usually gotten such a reaction since most people seemed to think that werewolves were nothing more than a bunch of dumb rabid beasts who only hungered for the flesh of human beings and cows. However, the young werewolf was nothing like that, he much rather preferred for his meat to be thoroughly cooked, it was cleaner and tasted a lot better. Logan primarily had chosen to ignore his bodyguard overall, stopping to take a look at the massive construct that was being rebuilt, what would be the new arena of Taras, sure to be a place of grand spectacle and the sorts, and Logan could almost feel a sense of pride just wash over him that he would be helping to rebuild it, maybe there would be some sort of plaque or something with the names of all the people who worked on it, who knows for sure? Probably the foreman, wherever he was, but it didn’t particularly matter, Logan just needed to try finding something to do. The lycanthrope’s ears perked up as he was pretty sure he heard a voice call to him and his assigned companion, his green eyes darting about for a moment before seeing what seemed to be a girl even younger than him, why she was here, who could really say? It wasn’t Logan’s place to care, so he wasn’t about to put any effort forth on that particular matter, shrugging a bit to what she said as well as his own thoughts he began to walk over to the pile of helmets, looking them over for a moment, trying not to grimace slightly at the plethora of smells which baked over the entire arena project, and yet he still chose to remain in his shifted form, like always, he just chose to deal with the cons to it. “Yeah, I kind of like to have my brains inside of my head, even if my friends claim that I don’t have one.” He commented, an idle joke as he picked up a helmet from the pile, pointlessly dusting it off a bit with his furred hand and trying to figure out how he might be able to wear both the helmet as well as his awesome hat… Of course, by all logical standards, that wasn’t going to happen, so in reality his thoughts were weighing the options before him, hat or helmet, pride or safety, cloth or metal. For a normal person, probably an easy choice, go with the helmet, but for Logan, he was too inexplicably tied to the hat he almost always wore on his head. A sigh passed by his muzzle, deciding to put the deal of trying to process his headwear selection and looking back to wonder why somebody even younger than he was seemed to be at a dangerous construction site. |
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| Kalim | Mon Aug 15, 2011 11:46 am Post #5 |
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Unlike his companion, looking at the shattered remains of the fallen city's arena gave Kal no pride, and his only response to the sight was to shake his head and mumble. The high stone walls that had once held massive bleachers carved into the rock was a crumbled mess, and the field where the bloodsport had taken place was riddled with debris. Men, and a few women, swarmed over the sight, each going about their assigned tasks with a kind of chaotic frenzy that spoke of efficiency, though they couldn't exactly be called organized. He pondered for a moment who was in charge of the project, but that information wasn't really necessary for a mercenary and he let the thought slip out of his head. As a voice called out to them, Kal followed the werewolf to a girl standing alongside a long pile of chopped wood used that was being used to in the construction efforts. He stared at her, alarmed at her appearance. She was young, no older than fifteen for certain, clad in dark clothing, and with pale skin that suggested she hadn't been outdoors in months if not years. What was most disturbing were her eyes, if they could be called that. He would have thought she was blind if she hadn't obviously seen them approaching. He would have expected a girl like that to be on the streets begging rather than attempting her hand at an honest job. Wanting to look at something else, his eyes wandered to the man next to her, who was currently marking a piece of wood. He blinked, thinking his eyes were playing tricks on him, realized they weren't, and he didn't know whether to laugh or cry at the insanity of it all. He was truly beginning to question the sanity of this city and its benefactors. A zombie in their midst, and they didn't even blink. Instead, he just shook his head at the girl's offer of a helmet, scrubbing a hand through his hair. "I'll pass. I don't like helmets." They made it harder to hear, and he didn't like having extra weight on his head. Just the slightest bit of imbalance on his person made it difficult to fight, and with two monsters within five feet of him, he wanted to be ready for anything. |
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| Kemi | Tue Aug 16, 2011 1:37 am Post #6 |
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The girl pouted at them, quite upset with the decision to not wear a helmet. "If you're not going to wear a helmet, I'm not going to bring you back to life if you die." She said and crossed her arms and turned away from them. Attempting to show her disapproval of this situation even more. If they did die she'd probably bring them back anyways but telling them that was so not part of the threat! Of course the pale girl had to turn her head back over her shoulder to speak to them once more. She was going to try and be as useful as possible while being as unproductive as possible! "Oh, the person leading this rebuilding effort should be somewhere up there." Her pointed a hand coated in metal, a very tight fitting gauntlet, towards an upper level of the arena were a few people were working on something. "If you go and talk to him, ask him if he has anything else for Emily to do." Evals finished and then pointed at herself to indicate who Emily was. She shifted her weight a bit on the lumber before lifting her other hand up. She had picked up a little traveler it seemed. The girl had told the spiders to go away but it looks like they were coming back. This one was odd compared to the rest but still welcome for now. Evals held up a small critter that stood on her finger, she held it close to her face. It was a Widow Spider, anyone that recognised spiders would probably note that it was a very dangerous Arachnid to have around. From the girl's mouth some kind of odd twist of language came out. Something that shouldn't be uttered by Humanoids. |
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| Logan | Tue Aug 16, 2011 10:31 am Post #7 |
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“I think I can uh…” Logan began, barely musing the words aloud, more of a hushed whisper as he returned to the debate of which headgear to wear, the helmet or the hat, such a difficult choice for one such as him to make. No, not just for being a werewolf, he very much had this problem when he was just a boring ol’ human trying to become a werewolf. He had simply found the green and white striped hat one day, thought it was a purely amazing piece of surprisingly durable artwork for one to wear upon their heads, and decided that after about half an hour with no owner in sight to claim it, it was officially his, “I can take the risk of falling on my head…” He paused fr a moment, standing up straight and shrugging, well taller than his supposed bodyguard and he dropped the helmet lazily and back into the pile from whence it came, “Besides, if I actually manage to fall here, then that makes me a pretty bad werewolf, don’t ya think?” He chuckled a bit to himself, a furred hand reaching up and making sure that his hat was firmly on his head. His green-eyed gaze shifted to follow the direction that the girl who had introduced herself as Emily had pointed, saying that it was where the foreman was. This would be great, Logan thought to himself, because now he could finally get some orders and get to work, and maybe hide a little carving somewhere around the arena where he could manage to get away with it, maybe he could sketch a little drawing into the side of a wall or something with a rock. He could figure that much out later, but for now chose to turn back to Emily, giving a somewhat sort of half-bow, “Pleasure to meet ya, Emily. I’m Logan.” He said, though earlier he most likely had introduced himself to Alan, which probably wasn’t going to go over well with that clearly untrusting sort of person. Logan might not have been particularly trusting of anybody around him at any given moment in time, a mild sort of paranoia that had him always looking at the slightest sound, but at least he was a deal better at hiding himself than the bodyguard he assigned was. Actually, come to think of it, he wondered who was more untrusting of those around them. Him or his bodyguard, after all, Logan knew for sure that he always came up with a way to escape wherever he went and a way to kill whoever he met. It was just safer that way. Without a second moment of hesitation, as the first might have come as a slight awkward pause as his introduction, he would pivot about on his furry bare feet, hi s eyes to the ground and in the direction of the scaffolding which would lead towards the foreman, and he was off and making sure that he didn’t step on anything nasty, like an inch-long nail. He had managed to step on those before, and they hurt. A construction site was sure to be no different, probably worse for such a thing, but his were-form was a great deal more useful when it came to things like heavy lifting, as he was sure to soon show the foreman. |
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| Kalim | Tue Aug 16, 2011 6:19 pm Post #8 |
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The girl's threat probably didn't go over as she had hoped. Kal just grunted, casting a disinterested look above them where a half-finished wooden frame was being built, making a mental note to keep out from under it. "That's fine with me." If by some strange twist of terrible luck he did die, after surviving so many battlefields, then he would really rather her stay away from his corpse anyway. He didn't want to know what the girl would do to him, but he didn't much trust a child's idea of surgery. Actually, he didn't like kids at all, and his notion of the category included anyone that hadn't been on the earth for at least eighteen years. So when she introduced herself indirectly, the mercenary shrugged, forgoing the niceties that his werewolf companion seemed to insist on. He responded with a simple, "Alright," and looked in the direction that she pointed. He could see several men hammering away at something, and he followed Logan as he headed towards them. When the reached the group, one man greeted them. Sweat matted his short black hair, and he ran a hair through it before speaking to them. "More volunteers?" He didn't even give them a chance to respond, just beginning to walk through the construction site, expertly weaving between the workers as they ran to and fro. Kal nearly got smacked in the head by a wooden beam two men were carrying and recalled the helmets, but refused to go back for one. They went to one side of the destroyed arena, where once a great stone wall had risen. Now, it had crumbled into pieces, and gravel and large chunks of rock now were all that was left. "All this rubble is getting in the way of building," the foreman said. "We need to move it so we can rebuild the wall." He gestured to a row of large wheelbarrows, along which a group of profousely sweating men waited. "Load it up in those, and they'll take it away. Shovels are over there for the little stuff, and you'll just have to carry the bigger pieces." Kal frowned. "What about the pieces that're too big to carry?" Some of those boulders had to weigh hundreds upon hundreds of pounds. It didn't really matter to him since he wouldn't have to be doing any of the work, but he was still curious. The foreman chuckled and pointed. "See that man over there?" The mercenary followed his gaze to where a truly massive man was making his way along the pile of debris. He stood at almost seven feet, with arms as thick as tree stumps. With one of those colossal limbs he effortlessly carried a huge warhammer. "We call him Smasher. Can you guess why?" "Uh..." Even as he watched, "Smasher" stopped alongside a thick piece of rock. Kal estimated it would take at least ten men to lift it, and even then they would be at risk of breaking their backs. Lifting the hammer above his head, the giant of a man shouted before bringing it crashing down, the head smashing into the stone. There was a brief moment as it cracked and splintered until it broke into multiple, smaller pieces. The foreman cackled with glee. "He charges a fortune, but it's worth it. Well, get to work." He slapped the mercenary on the back, and Kal realized he was talking to both of them, not just Logan. "I'm a bodyguard," he said, shaking his head. "Not a volunteer." The man laughed again. The sound was starting to get irritating. "So you're just gonna sit around and watch? Hell no, boy! You aren't getting in the way of my workers." Kal groaned, but he knew there was no point in arguing. It he wanted his money, he had to stay close to the werewolf, and in order to do that, he had to have permission to remain in the construction site. He had to try one last time to perhaps weasel his way out of it, though, and he nodded a little way away, and the foreman, frowning, followed him before the mercenary whispered to him. "Are you really alright with that monster running around here unguarded?" The foreman roared with laughter, and Kal was hard pressed not to punch him in the face. "Boy, at this point I would accept help from a dragon in heat if it meant getting the job done faster!" Sighing, Kal turned back to the fallen wall, pausing briefly to call over his shoulder at the retreating foreman. "Oh, that little girl wanted to know if there was anything else she could do." The man waved a hand in acknowledgement and began making his way over to her, probably to tell her himself. Kal stood staring at the intimidating task before him for several seconds before he got to work, mumbling under his breath. How the hell did he always get dragged into these messes? |
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| Kemi | Tue Aug 16, 2011 8:02 pm Post #9 |
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Evals put the spider she was talking to down on the wood. The widow spider had nothing to say on what she asked. Looking up, she realised the two foolish men had already left to go find something to do. She sighed and jumped off of the pile of lumber. She proceeded to lean against it and look up at the sky. Zoning out to the sounds of constructions and wondering how long until Taras was a full city again. "Hey, Claes?" She spoke up to the zombie who only hummed in acknowledgement as he handed more pieces of cut wood to people. "Why do you think Taras was attacked?" The zombie took a pencil from behind his only good ear and make the mark on the wood more noticeable. He put it onto the makeshift cutting table and positioned a saw carefully on the line. "I have no idea," he answered as he started to saw away at the wood. "Destructive critters, Demons are." The saw cut through the wood and one end fell to the ground. He repositioned the piece in his hand, this time cutting at an angle on the other side. Only realising now it could've saved time to just cut the middle end at an angle. Before the girl could say anything more, she was approached by the construction leader. Giving her attention at him, she gave a small wave. "Heard you're looking for something else to do. Bored?" The black haired man said with his laugh. Evals shrugged. "I guess, got anything?" The man looked back to where he just came from and put some thought into it. "Well, can't have you lifting stuff or anything," He said, behind him Claes made some kind of noise to give notice to himself. "God forbid she did anything useful." He said as another piece of wood hit the ground, being cut through. He picked up the needed pieces and passed them off to the waiting worker. "Shut up, Claes." The child moaned, getting a little annoyed with his whining. The foreman laughed at the exchange of words before snapping his fingers. "You can go supervise that bodyguard to make sure he doesn't slack off." He said and made some kind of gesture that Evals didn't catch because she was looking at Claes. "Who was that?" She inquired and turned her attention back to the foreman. He pointed at where he just came from. "The guy that was with the wolf-man." She nodded at that, remembering his stupidity only minutes ago. The foreman walked off to go and talk to other workers in the area. "Don't get bored without me, Claes." Evals commented, he only mimicked what she said mockingly. Ignoring it, Evals picked up two helmets from the pile and then disappeared from where she was with a casting of the spell Blink. She reappeared in an elevated location to try and find out where they were. Once she spotted the, she disappeared again. The young appearing girl stood the two, following them as they moved. "Hi again, I was told to make sure you don't slack off Mr. Bodyguard." She said and held up the two helmets, one in each hand and a small smile on her face. "I brought these just in case either of you grow enough brains you want to protect." Not to mention that she wasn't wearing any protective headgear either. |
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| Logan | Wed Aug 17, 2011 10:24 am Post #10 |
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Despite having had been in front when he had first begun to walk away from his bodyguard and the girl sitting on the lumber, now Logan had managed to find himself following after the mercenary, much happier to follow than to lead, it was primarily a precautionary thing, that way if anything bad happened, it should in all likeliness happen to whoever was in front or leading, a preferable circumstance to anything like a beam or hammer or rock or something hitting him in the head, possibly giving him a concussion, brain damage, death or – gasp—damaging his poor awesome hat. He didn’t find the last thing too likely, his hat survived things that some armors wouldn’t even manage to handle. It was something which often puzzled him whenever he thought of it, which is why for the most part he tried to ignore it, moving on with whatever he was doing, which in this particular case was following the mercenary up and to find the foreman, along with a few other men as it seemed to be. The young werewolf watched with intent as the foreman walked and weaved and dodged and navigated his way through all of the mess of construction, as if he were some sort of professional at the thing or something. The thought of that was a bit sarcastic, in Logan’s defense, but overall he found the skill rather admirable. For a while, he didn’t say anything, just listening to the two chatter, seeming to be more the silent bodyguard type than the sell-sword was acting; also with a lot less projection of obvious mistrust with his companion. When he heard mention of the larger pieces, figuring that’s where he might end up coming in, or at the very least with the heavy-lifting part, he looked over to see the man slam a sledge against a rock, breaking it into smaller pieces like some sort of monster, an enviable amount of strength from Logan’s point of view, the majority of his physical power came from his shifted form, his human form could lift his own weight and a bit over that, but that was the limitation. Logan snapped from his gaze as the Smasher broke a second large piece of stone into smaller bits, returning himself to the world he was right next to, shifting his gaze back and forth with intrigue between the mercenary and the foreman. Wondering why it was, even if the mercenary didn’t trust him, that he didn’t know his name. Logan thought it might be something common that if you’re secretly, yet possibly obviously, planning somebody’s demise, you’d want them to know the name of the person that was going to kill them, so maybe the sell-sword wasn’t nearly as hostile as Logan was figuring him for… Well, more of passive-aggressive, maybe. At any rate, it didn’t seem like the high level of mistrust was going to go away any time soon, a shame, but with the less that the merc talked to him, the more Logan actually began to like him. Logan paused for a moment, shooting a glare at his bodyguard’s comment, which he absolutely heard. His man might have seen him as such, but he hadn’t seen anything just yet. Logan almost instinctively slipped a furred hand down the neck of his shirt, gripping at the chilling pearl necklace that he wore, that in the light could so easily sparkle with a hypnotic shine, tempted to make the mercenary slip or have some sort of relatively harmless accident at the base of water. However, he kept his composure, slipping his hand back out from his shirt, allowing for a quite audible and annoyed sigh to pass by his lips as he began to walk away, maybe some sort of sub-manager or something could tell him what to do. Nah, better idea, he could just start tossing rocks into a wheelbarrow and see if that person felt up to moving it out… though, Logan would still need to knew where the rocks were being dumped. What a pain. Logan had made his way over to the wrecked wall and by a wheelbarrow, not even bothering to check and see if his bodyguard were near him, he had work to do. And from what he understood, which also happened to be the real reason he was willing to work around all of these people, was that heard there wasn’t a particularly bad pay for helping out with the restoration of the city… well, at least compared to his pay of zero coins a month, it was a drastic improvement. Now he wouldn’t have to try hunting things down, which for his rather large and predatorial scent made things quite difficult. He primarily got fed left-overs by people who felt bad for him. While he did enjoy being a werewolf, he didn’t like being treated like some pathetic stray. Logan just found himself growing more annoyed by the moment, and began to take to whistling as he carried a rather sizeable chunk of wall, probably about seventy or so pounds, and walked over to a wheelbarrow to put it in, letting the world around him melt away into a blissful ignorance of non-existence. It was better for him that way… at least for now, anyway. |
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| Kalim | Wed Aug 17, 2011 4:54 pm Post #11 |
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Heaving up the first chunk of rock, Kal nearly staggered under the weight, and he grunted and continued mumbling as he carried it towards one of the wheelbarrows, idly wondering, if they were so heavy, how the hell the people that dragged them were able to move them. Did they have a hidden army of giants somewhere? He glanced over at the hammer man, Smasher, and a chill went up his spine at the thought of there being hundreds like him. If he was ever hired to stand against the new Taras, he really didn't want to have to fight a hammer wielded by someone with insane strength. He dropped it in before turning back to the while and picking up another one, having to use his knee to get it into his arms, something that really wasn't supposed to do when lifting stuff. As he finally got a good grip on it and began walking, he suddenly heard a voice beside him, and in his surprise, he dropped the heavy boulder, just barely managing to jump back before it crushed his foot. He whirled angrily to see who had snuck up on him, and took a step back in alarm, tripping over the dropped rock in the process. He could see some of the smirks on other workers' faces as he lay on the ground, and growling, the mercenary got back to his feet. "Don't do that!" he said, stooping to recover his load. His expression only turned more foul as he heard the girl's "assignment". It was difficult to talk while carrying the heavy weight, but he managed it anway as he began making the short trip back to the wheelbarrow. "That foreman needs to walk off a cliff." He reached the wheelbarrow and tossed the rock inside before retrieving a shovel. He had to take a break from heavy lifting and work on something small. Despite being a mercenary, a sword was considerably less heavy than a giant piece of stone, and he wasn't used to this kind of work. Returning to the pile of debris, he glanced at his unwanted supervisor, vaguely recalling that she had called herself Emily. "Are you going to follow me around all day?" If she said yes, then he might as well bash his head against a skull right now. His sanity wouldn't last. He glanced, irritated, at the offered helemt and once again shook his head. "I already told you. I don't like helmets." While speaking to her, he realized that he had distanced himself from Logan and jogged over to work beside him. At this point it probably didn't matter, but he had to at least keep up appearances. How he was supposed to do that, covered in sweat and assaulted by some strange little girl, he did not know. But he had to at least try. |
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| Kemi | Thu Aug 18, 2011 7:48 pm Post #12 |
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Watching the entire event unfold before her own eyes, Evals giggled as the man tripped and fell over the rock he was just carrying. Oh that was amusing, poor guy though. Yet, amusement often came from the misfortune of others. What was that word called, again? The zombie couldn't remember, ah well, wasn't important. She frowned when he said not to do that again, though. "Why nooootttt??" She whined and made a mental note to do it at least two more times throughout the day. "I'll think about it." She lied after a moment of pretend disappointment. This was going to be an interesting day. After the bodyguard had taken off again with his giant rock, Evals followed and walked along his side. Some form of cheerful stride in her step, which could be associated with many girls that appeared her age. "Well if he did then you'd probably have to work a lot longer as someone less competent than him took the reins." She said and spun around and walked backwards, looking at the large piles of rubble that still had to be moved. She only noticed a few moments too late that he had changed directions and was going back to the debris with a shovel. Putting a spring in her step, Evals went to catch up with the bodyguard. "Well it was either me or..." She paused her statement and pointed in the sound of stones being smashed as the hulking frame of a man lifted his hammer out of the rubble of the stone. "Him." It was a lie of course, and an obvious one. Doubt they'd pay the man to watch over some slacker all day when he had bigger things to be doing. Literally. She followed him again as he moved closer to the Wolfman. Logan was his name, right? "Hey Logan." She said and offered the monstrosity a light wave. "Oh that reminds me, what's your name, Mr. Bodyguard?" The girl inquired curiously. She didn't want to call him Mr. Bodyguard all day, that was just silly. |
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| Logan | Fri Aug 19, 2011 5:30 am Post #13 |
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Of course, being in the state of mind that Logan was, trying desperately to keep his mind fixated on his work, which only seemed to half-work given his ADD and imaginative mind working in unison to come up with otherwise nigh-impossible situations and resolutions to certain events while his subconscious made sure that the body did the work that it was supposed to, he barely managed to notice anything going around him. He didn’t see anything going on with the mercenary, that is to say his supposed bodyguard, and the girl who had been earlier sitting on the pile of lumber, the girl whose name the young werewolf had already forgotten, possibly because it wasn’t something weird and evil sounding, or even more so because of the fact she was a real being he found no particular interest in his subconscious mind to keep track of the information pertaining to her identity. He had no idea what they were talking about, even though his hearing could possibly easily pick up their words despite the construction going on around them, and didn’t particularly care to know that anybody who wasn’t in his way that he had to plot a path around even existed in the world, as far as he was concerned while h hummed a tune within his head, he was the only person still alive in the world, and otherwise completely and absolutely insane, which is what he chalked up intensive labor for an actually unspecified amount of pay. To be perfectly honest, Logan was utterly lost inside of his mind, he had no idea where his thought process had gone, sort of just leaving him behind as he searched his mind furiously, somehow at the same time not tripping as he carried a fifty-pound or so rock over to a wheelbarrow to place it in before a man with a bald and shining head would wheel it off to a pile where it would then either be discarded or reused for something else, maybe a piece of weird-looking artwork or maybe turned into cobblestone to line the streets in a very recyclable manner. The lycanthrope snapped out of his daze when he was greeted, more specifically when he was greeted by name. It seemed that his thoughts that he had been hunting like some animal in the Debon Plains had managed to elude him, surely never to be seen again, but that would not dissuade him from the next hunt that was surely around the corner. At any rate, no matter what might have happened to his thoughts, he looked over to the young girl with a slight wave, his hand void of any small boulders as he had actually been on his way to go and get the next one. And now he was regretting forgetting the girl’s name because he had been utterly sure that he wasn’t going to see her again, but he would not allow that to show on his wolf-like face. “Hello, there.” He said, simply. A neutral choice of words plagued with an artificial yet realistic sounding accent that might have been from another country all-together. He wasn’t even sure where he had picked it up from, maybe some sort of traveler or –no, he was not going to allow himself back to the entrapments of his ADD-riddled mind, instead choosing to latch onto the girl’s question, he turned his green-eyed gaze back to his bodyguard, wagging a finger at him, “Y’know, that is a very good question,” He began to say, his voice returning to normal, empty of accent other than his own which didn’t particularly sound like an accent, “I’ve just been calling him Grumpy.” |
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| Kalim | Fri Aug 19, 2011 4:47 pm Post #14 |
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Kal's eyes followed the little girl's pointing finger in the direction of the giant man who maybe was and maybe wasn't a member of Tara's secret army, and grunted, shaking his head slightly. If she was telling the truth, and he wouldn't doubt it judging that the foreman seemed like a complete idiot, maybe she was preferable over the giant, though not by much. This wasn't a playground, and he didn't need a child stalking him and sneaking up on him. Maybe something will fall on her, and... No, that was a horrible thought. It still made him smile slightly, though. "Just let me do my job," he said, turning back to his pile and driving the shovel into it. Scooping up a bladeful of gravel was actually fairly easy, and he turned, ignoring her question. The mercenary saw no reason to share his name with someone who was so young she was probably still lead around the nose by her mother, and who he had no intention of seeing again once this project was over. He briefly glanced at Logan as they crossed paths on the mercenary's way to the wheelbarrows. The werewolf seemed off in his own little world, and Kal couldn't help but wonder what he was thinking about. Hopefully not dinner; he was enjoying the possibility that he wouldn't have to use his sword today, though he knew it was probably just an idle dream. He heard him and Evals exchanging words, and it took him only a moment to realize they were talking about him. He paused to listen, and he whirled around, glaring, and losing his load in the process, slinging bits of rock all around him. Grumpy...? I'll show them... He marched over, driving his shovel into the ground and glaring at both of them. "My name," he uttered, everything from his tone to the way he was balling his hands, speaking of irritation, "is Kalim." Still scowling, he turned back around and stomped over to the work area, where he got another shovelful of debris and walked away, grumbling. Grumpy, was it? It looked like he was working with a bunch of jokers. |
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| Kemi | Fri Aug 19, 2011 9:31 pm Post #15 |
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Evals laughed at Logan's nickname for the Bodyguard. "He is quite grumpy. He isn't even happy to be working around someone as cool as me." She added as the Bodyguard approached them, seeming more irritated by the minute. He was so mad you could cut the anger with a knife. The only thing that kept the air from being tense was the constant sounds of working in the background, with the occasional stone smashing crack nearby. Well, at least she knew his name now. Kalim, not that bad of a name. Better than hers, she guessed. As he walked off again, Evals gave a wave at Logan again before skipping off to follow the bodyguard. "Kalim huh? Grumpy Kalim, maybe irritated Kalim." She started to go on thinking of an appropriate nickname. They were all terrible, terribly terrible of the horrible fashion. "Why are you so upset anyways?" The girl asked, sounding genuinely curious. Surely he didn't sign up for this but he was a man! He shouldn't feel upset about doing manual labour, even more so in this kind of situation. Maybe it was her? Maybe the Wolf-man. She would pry into his personal feelings until she found out! |
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