Book of Bane - Act 1: Rangers of the Night

[|The SHAKINATOR|]

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OCCUPATION -Ranger/Bounty Hunter
CREW - Blood & Bane
Rank - N/A
CLASS - Class D

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Bow over her shoulder, sleeveless top, tattoo of a scorpion on her arm. With a single look, you would know this girl was no ordinary girl next door. Her brunette locks parted across her perfectly and landed on her shoulders, her lips burned the air they touched and her eyes made the sun hide for shade. Such was the ferocity and charisma of this girl. Unfortunately for the rest of the world, she absolutely hated almost everybody and the only thing that made her smile was the breaking of a pirate’s bones beneath her black boots and a strong drink to drown her sorrows.

She had killed plenty of men in her travels, mostly bandits or pirates. For her, turning them in alive was pretty pointless considering they were a nuisance to society and the price for piracy shouldn’t be imprisonment but death for the horror’s they have committed. Every pirate she ever came across, a single question was on her lips, “Do you know the Beauregard Pirates?” It was her lifelong mission to take each and every one of them out and she would stop at nothing to accomplish that. Her constant killing of pirates had got her in some trouble with the marine’s but she constantly got away with the killings by parting the reward for the bounties with the marine’s. Everything was hush and Aryana preferred it that way.

Her bounty hunting revolved around a particular inn, the Blood & Bane. It was here where the bounties of all pirates in the nearby islands were kept. Aryana didn’t care who it was that she was sent to take out. She thrived upon the excitement and opportunity. It was here, at this very inn where the guild of bounty hunting rangers was formed. The owner of the inn was the mighty warrior-ranger, Roran ‘The Brave’. He had battled and caught many notorious pirates in his younger days and now acted as a mentor to a new set off bounty hunters. The Blood & Bane Guild consisted of five of them all together. Aryana was the newest member and still required some polishing but the rest of them were accomplished at working within the team. The guild itself was a secret and the inn was the meeting point.

Aryana looked over her shoulder to where Sorin Solano sat, hosting a group of young men and women whilst his sister Miriam observed from a distance. Sat beside her was another guild member, the one with perhaps most skilled with the bow and the one Aryana envied, Cecelia Romano. The chaotic ranger smiled to herself as the guilds ‘head-boy’ entered the premises. His presence always turned heads when he entered and today was no different. “Looks like your poster boy is here Roran,” she said as she sipped her drink, turning back to face the front, knowing too well she was sitting in his seat.

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[Lord Bromosalino]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:500px;] [style=border:8px solid #52ae75; background-color:#5ad387; margin:8px; height: 460px; border-radius:15px; -moz-border-radius:30px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; overflow:auto; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; color:#0e2216; padding:4px;] “Looks like your poster boy is here Roran,” And there he truly was. A young, handsome man, Damon certainly did few more than a couple heads when he entered any room of any kind. Standing at six feet and one inch, Damon stood slightly higher than the average man. Pulling off an elongated, green beanie, shoulder lengthened, spiky, blond hair fell in a shaggy mess. On his back, a buckler and a quiver and bow were held together by a single brown strap. But it was ‘The Winged Victor’, his trademark sword, that was never too far from his grasp. Holding a bag in one hand, the other rested comfortably inside a pocket, as the vibrant, blue eyes searched the inn. And what an inn it was! It was his dream, his very purpose for living in this torn world. The last of a once well renowned group of bounty hunters, Damon Enia had long dreamt of creating a guild in which bounty hunters from all over the world could gather and work together to clean up the mess left in the wake of pirates. Luckily, Roran “The Brave”, a once mighty, legendary bounty hunter, had shared this dream with Damon and had converted the inn for such a purpose while acting as a mentor to both Damon and the others. Still, Damon was the leader of this rag tag band, as that was what they were for the time being, and dreamed for even greater things. He wished to expand the guild; so much in fact, that people and citizens would look to the guild for protection, rather than this corrupt government that they were being ‘protected’ by. But to do so, they would need more members, though every single member in the guild was powerful, that shared a common goal, regardless of personal feelings. And today was the day that this endeavor would begin. Remembering the small, yet heavy, bag in hand, Damon tossed it towards Roran as he made his way across the room. As usual, Aryana was sitting in his spot. With a sigh, Damon continued by her. She was new to the guild, and whether consciously or not, she seemed to enjoy riling up Damon, not that the seat was of any real importance. Damon, though the leader, did not believe himself to be superior to any of the others, especially Roran. But Roran had insisted that Damon act as the leader he was, for he was the one that had brought this about. But, a seat was a seat, regardless of its location. “That’s another poster you can take down Roran. Make sure that money gets to the treasury.” Only taking out enough money to cover the expenses of a certain storeowner’s window, which had broken after Damon had thrown the criminal into, Damon, as always, gave the rest of the prize money to the guild. He had no need of it; for here in the guild, members had a home they could come to. Turning to face the other member’s once more, he tried, as he always did, to study their face’s, with little avail. Most of the senior members, which was really everyone but Aryana, were stone cold. Even their newest recruit had a pretty good poker face, despite her devilish grin. “I’m heading out for a bit, Roran. Oh, and Aryana, come with me. We have some business to attend to.” [style=margin:5px; float:left; border:4px solid #0e2216; height:100px; width:100px;] WORDS: 570 TAGS: Aryana, Business [/style][/style]

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[|The SHAKINATOR|]

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OCCUPATION -Ranger/Bounty Hunter
CREW - Blood & Bane
Rank - N/A
CLASS - Class D

“That’s another poster you can take down Roran. Make sure that money gets to the treasury.”

Aryana rolled her eyes again. Mr perfect had done it again. Every task he set out to do, he made sure he completed it and what did he do it for? The good of the people and the guild… He didn’t even take his share of the payment, just enough to get by. No matter how much she despised his kind of people, she couldn’t help but admire him all-the-same. It was no way possible Aryana could be [/b]like him but she tried her utmost to test his patience. It was a very fun task but at the moment, Damon was as cool as ice. How boring, Aryana thought to herself as she sipped her drink. The guy wasn’t even bothered she had taken his seat again.

“I’m heading out for a bit, Roran. Oh, and Aryana, come with me. We have some business to attend to.”

“Sure thing boss, whatever you say,” she replied. “Not like I have a choice in this matter?” She looked up at Roran and winked. Although she was well aware of the fact Damon treated everyone in the guild equally and didn’t see himself as an authority figure, she enjoyed teasing him about it.

Aryana faked choking herself as she got off her seat. Her response brought out a chuckle from Sorin whilst Cecelia scrunched her nose. She knew what Aryana was trying to do and Cecelia wasn’t fond of such childish behaviour but she still carried no ill-feelings toward Aryana. After all, she was one of the team. Aryana casually walked up behind Damon, having finished her drink and thanked Roran.

“So Damon ‘The Great’… Where are we headed and what’s this ‘business’ you need my help to attend to?” She asked, curiously, before dropping all interest and acting her bored and uncaring self once more. “Couldn’t you have asked Cecelia or someone? I’m sure they’re far more experienced and skilled than I am,” Aryana remarked, sarcastically. Aryana didn’t think of herself as mean, it was just the way she was. In truth, she was excited about whatever they may heading for. She just didn’t like showing it.


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[Lord Bromosalino]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:500px;] [style=border:8px solid #52ae75; background-color:#5ad387; margin:8px; height: 460px; border-radius:15px; -moz-border-radius:30px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; overflow:auto; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; color:#0e2216; padding:4px;] “Sure thing boss, whatever you say.” Of all the unspoken rules of the guild, this was one that Damon seemed most adamant about. He hated being referred as boss, leader, captain, or any other word that put the young man above everyone else. For in truth, Damon was just another bounty hunter, just like everyone else in the guild. Did he have skill? Yes. But he was not, by any means, a one man army who could accomplish everything on his own. He needed comrades as much as everyone else needed him. “Not like I have a choice in this matter?” With sarcasm dripping from her words, Damon, once more, ignored Aryana’s taunts and teases and continued to make his way outside. They were all in good nature, regardless of what it may have seemed on the outside. Faking a cough, as it was very plain to what she was doing, Aryana followed Damon. Shielding his eyes from the mid-evening sun, Damon brought out a bounty paper, taking a moment to study the face of the young man on it. The man’s name was Lucas and it was of the up most importance that he was caught. Having thoroughly memorized the face, Damon handed the paper to Aryana, just as the young woman spoke again. “So Damon ‘The Great’… Where are we going and what’s ‘business’ you need my help to attend to? Couldn’t you have asked Cecilia or someone? I’m sure they’re far more experienced and skilled than I am.” Deciding to return a taunt himself, Damon half turned his head and winked. “Of course they are all more experienced, and certainly more skilled, than you,” Damon responded, with a slight chuckle in his voice. It was fun poking at someone who had been doing it to you since they had arrived. Yet, as always, Damon kept a cheery disposition. “I just haven’t had the pleasure of working with you on a job. That and the fact that you might be better suited for this than the others.” That was in fact why he had picked Aryana. To be honest, his first choice would have been Cecilia, or Roran had he not been so busy running and managing of the guild. But this man that they were hunting had hidden himself in the town, and the other members of the guild, like Damon, simply did not blend in well, not that many would point such a fact out to people, again like Damon, who were armed to the teeth. Aryana, yet, could easily blend into any place of the town with relative ease. “That’s Lucas, though that might not be his real name. From what I understand, he’s a top notch thief. Good enough to make off with a large supply of Sea Stone. The Marines need it back, but they have no idea where he might be. Luckily for us, rumor has it that some man is trying to move and sell a large deposit of Sea Stone, and I don’t doubt for a moment that this is our Lucas.” Unfortunately, Damon had no idea as to where the meeting, sale, and transaction would take place. If he had to place his bets, Damon would guess The Cellar, a bar close to the ports. If his hunch was right, which as he thought of it more the more sure he was, then Lucas would try to sell it directly off his ship and then take off. Problem was, as most big islands, the port was a giant expanse that housed hundreds of ships. With a sigh, Damon motioned for Aryana to follow him. [style=margin:5px; float:left; border:4px solid #0e2216; height:100px; width:100px;] WORDS: 606 TAGS: Tease, Business, Lucas [/style][/style]

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[|The SHAKINATOR|]

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OCCUPATION -Ranger/Bounty Hunter
CREW - Blood & Bane
Rank - N/A
CLASS - Class D

“Of course they are all more experienced, and certainly more skilled, than you, I just haven’t had the pleasure of working with you on a job. That and the fact that you might be better suited for this than the others,” Damon had said with a chuckle in his voice. It was obvious he was trying to get back at her to even things out but Aryana was having none of it; way too much pride.

With a flirtatious look on her face, she stretched her lips to elicit a smile on her face. “Experienced maybe; skilled I don’t think so,” Aryana replied. Her eyes searched for a response from Damon but there was little use trying to break down a heart made out of stone. She didn’t find him the least bit attractive. She had no time for love. She saw him as more of a challenge. “You’ve yet to see me at work. You won’t be able to take your eyes off of me,” she added, teasing the bounty hunter.

“That’s Lucas, though that might not be his real name. From what I understand, he’s a top notch thief. Good enough to make off with a large supply of Sea Stone. The Marines need it back, but they have no idea where he might be. Luckily for us, rumor has it that some man is trying to move and sell a large deposit of Sea Stone, and I don’t doubt for a moment that this is our Lucas.”

Aryana listened attentively. It was important to know all the details before taking on a job and Damon seemed to be good at summarising. Just the way Aryana preferred. So they were tracking down a thief… This would be interesting. It meant the player had a weakness; greed… And everybody knew greed and lust go hand in hand. “Lucas huh? Nice name and he’s cute too. I like your choice you naughty boy. He doesn’t seem too bright if you’ve sussed him out so easily. That would mean his skills are more physical. I bet he’s fast and pretty brilliant at making getaways.” Aryana made an assumption. It was good to go in with some sort of idea at what you were dealing with although should she be wrong, they would be in for a bit of a surprise.

Damon motioned for her to follow and Aryana nodded excessively before trailing him closely. “So Mr. Perfect, what’s your take on this guy and what’s the plan? I assume you must have a plan in the process right? If I know you, you probably got it all written up.” Aryana asked him for some additional details on the case. The more she knew about it, the better the success rate would be. She was looking to impress on her first job and was willing to do anything to get in Damon’s good books that didn’t involve changing her style. She wanted to impress him with her skills.

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[Lord Bromosalino]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:500px;] [style=border:8px solid #52ae75; background-color:#5ad387; margin:8px; height: 460px; border-radius:15px; -moz-border-radius:30px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; overflow:auto; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; color:#0e2216; padding:4px;] “Lucas huh? Nice name and he’s cute too. I like your choice you naughty boy. He doesn’t seem too bright if you’ve sussed him out so easily. That would mean his skills are more physical. I bet he’s fast and pretty brilliant at making getaways.” “Yea, that could be the case," continued the young man, ignoring Aryana's little jibe, "though I wouldn’t assume that to be the case. He may be in a hurry and have made a mistake, but he’ll be careful, especially since he has such a hot item. In fact, I wouldn’t doubt if this rumor is just a way to throw off any unwanted attention. He could be leading us on a wild goose chase for all we know.” Aryana was right. Damon had been able to snuff him out pretty easily, but, in this case, it just seemed a bit to convenient that Damon was able to pick up on this tip so easily. What if this Lucas character really was just throwing them off, sending them fake signs to follow until the deal was over and he had moved on. That would really put the young ranger in a pinch. He couldn’t afford it. However, he couldn’t afford waiting around to see if the rumor was true either. What should he do? “So Mr. Perfect, what’s your take on this guy and what’s the plan? I assume you must have a plan in the process right? If I know you, you probably got it all written up.” There we go again, always with that ‘Mr. Perfect’ business. No, now was not the time to linger on such thoughts. They had to focus every strand of energy on the business at hand. The Celler really was their only clue or link that could lead them to this mysterious thief. Yet, once again, doubt hit Damon with full force. What if Lucas himself had set up the rumor concerning his presence at the seaside bar? The bounty hunters could break apart the bar for all the criminal was concerned, and in reality, he could be on the other side of the island. The mystery man might not even be on this island. Ah, it was irritating. He could send Aryana to check all over the island while he checked with out the bar… no, dressed the way he was, the young man armed to the teeth (for he was carrying his sword and shield) under all his gear would only make Lucas (if he was hiding there) wary and suspicious. In fact, that would only make Lucas lie in wait a while longer, until any heat that lingered had blown over. One careless, rushed move could scare the rat back into his hole. Patience was the plan, though how would the fiery young girl take it? She hardly seemed like someone who liked to take their time on a job. Still, he was the leader, regardless of his protests to such a title. “Well, to be honest, I’m not so sure. My best guess is to start at The Celler. It’s a small port side bar. If this Lucas is using a ship to transport and store the Sea Stone, then he’ll want to be close to the harbor, to make sure he can keep an eye out for his ship, that is. It’ll probably be best if we watched the place first. We don’t need to rush in and scare him off.” How Aryana would react was beyond him, but Damon was impressed. She did seem to be able to take in every single piece of information with a calm, and hopefully, analytical mind. Who knows? She might even have a suggestion herself. After all, Damon hadn’t worked with her before. He had only recruited her on Roran’s word, and the wise, older man had never failed Damon. Now lets see, where was that bar? The port was located on the western side of the island, and on this calm, breezy day, their journey would be a short one. In fact, they would be able to reach the bar in under ten minutes. Judging by the sun’s position, they had, roughly, four or five hours of clear sunlight left. It would be best that they caught Lucas by then. When night fell on Treegap Island, it truly fell. It would become alarmingly difficult to catch a man with Lucas’ skills in the dark. Damon just hoped that he hadn’t made a mistake. Huh, ‘Mr. Perfect’ indeed, [style=margin:5px; float:left; border:4px solid #0e2216; height:100px; width:100px;] WORDS: 743 TAGS: 'Mr. Perfect' [/style][/style]

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[|The SHAKINATOR|]

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OCCUPATION -Ranger/Bounty Hunter
CREW - Blood & Bane
Rank - N/A
CLASS - Class D

“Well, to be honest, I’m not so sure. My best guess is to start at The Celler. It’s a small port side bar. If this Lucas is using a ship to transport and store the Sea Stone, then he’ll want to be close to the harbor, to make sure he can keep an eye out for his ship, that is. It’ll probably be best if we watched the place first. We don’t need to rush in and scare him off.”[/color]

Aryana listened, taking in every word Damon had said. He was a smart hunter and took the precautions required but Aryana was a little different. She was the risk taker and enjoyed experimenting with death and danger. No wonder her success rate was a little flawed in comparison to someone like Damon. She brought her eyebrows together whilst holding her pupils just below her eyes. This was Aryana's thinking face.

Damon did have a point. Lucas could easily have handed out that information just to leave them on a goose chase. That would easily give him the opportunity to get his business done and escape. They needed a different approach. Standing off was fine for starters. Observing the prey was always useful but they needed some direct contact with the guy and Aryana knew the perfect person for it.

She scrunched her lips to the side of her face, pulling a horrid expression as she now pondered the words she should use. "Head-boy, your plan is great an’ all and we should probably hit the 'cellar' and keep an eye on tings but once I get a hunch at who it might be, I fink I should go in undercover. It is my speciality after all." A smile grew on her lips as she made her suggestion. She spread her arms out, gesturing to herself before making her follow-up statement to back her idea. "I mean you take one look at me and you'll think I'm a thief or a pirate or sometin’. I even got a tattoo," She said, revealing the scorpion planted on her shoulder. "If I can get close enough for him to fink I'm genuinely interested in makin’ a small purchase, he could let his guard down and give you the opportunity to strike." She paused a moment, knowing Damon wouldn't buy it so easily.

It was a risky strategy so he would be against it in general. "If he don't buy it, I can always use my charm and assets to work my way out of tings..." Aryana claimed pulling her top down a little to reveal the top of her sexy cleavage. "...If you know w’-am sayin’," she added, sending Damon a wink before releasing the hold on her top and biting her bottom lip like a naughty school girl. "So what you say? We try it my way?"

She studied his face, hoping for a positive answer. She was pretty convincing from what she had heard and her persuasion/negotiating skills were top notch. But would Damon buy it was the question. She had noted a hint of pink on his cheek at her act although she could have imagine it.


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[Lord Bromosalino]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:500px;] [style=border:8px solid #52ae75; background-color:#5ad387; margin:8px; height: 460px; border-radius:15px; -moz-border-radius:30px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; overflow:auto; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; color:#0e2216; padding:4px;] Go undercover, huh? To be honest, Damon had already though about that. In fact, that was the primary motive for choosing Aryana to accompany him on this hunt. Still, Damon had always put that idea aside, in the back of his, only to retrieve it as a last ditch effort. Even ‘Mr. Perfect’ had to have a back up plan if things went awry, though that had rarely happened. Though, to be fair, most of Damon’s ‘prey’ had not been as clever as this Lucas was turning out to be. Still, regardless of the situation, Damon thought it better that they stick to his original proposition, they couldn’t take such a huge risk. “If I can get close enough for him to fink I'm genuinely interested in makin’ a small purchase, he could let his guard down and give you the opportunity to strike.” She was right, but the problem was the first word of that sentence; if. What if she couldn’t get close to him? What if Lucas already had a buyer? What if this other buyer was already there, beri in hand? There were simply too many ‘what ifs’ for Damon’s comfort. He wasn’t sure he could allow such a reckless move to take place, not when they had the small amount of information that they had. Would Aryanna listen though, that was his next question. Though, before he could point out the flaws with her thinking, the headstrong bounty hunter continued her rambling, now, in Damon’s thinking, with little to no seriousness. Obviously trying to use her feminine charms to her own advantage, something Damon had always held in contempt, the young girl, who really was acting like a little child, pulled her shirt down, exposing a bit of her chest, trying to even possibly seduce Damon. Of course, Damon looked away almost immediately, and quite suddenly, started to blush from the embarrassment. “If he don't buy it, I can always use my charm and assets to work my way out of ting...if you know w’-am sayin. So what you say? We try it my way?” “Abso…absolutely not! I’ve never worked that way, and I don’t plan to!” A cry of embarrassment and contempt rose through Damon, erupting in a sound that was slightly louder than normal speaking levels. Damon, by many was considered handsome, but he would never, ever dream of using his natural born, good looks to deceive people in order to get closer to his goals. It just seemed so wrong, and it was. Twisting and manipulating people’s emotions in order to corner a suspect was cruel and just plain wrong. No, he couldn’t stoop to that level. Clearing his throat, Damon did his best to compose his thoughts and express them to Aryanna, who had mercifully returned to ‘normal’. “I appreciate your, erm…willingness, but I don’t like that plan. It’s too risky. For all we know, Lucas may have a buyer already, or even worse, they could be dealing right now. Even if you got close to him, Lucas is a thief, and we both know that thieves only chase the beri sign. At the end of the day, Lucas is going to be looking for a way to come out with the most amount of beri as possible. Now maybe if we had the beri for it, we could play that angle, but to be quite honest, we don’t. No, the plan is too risky. Unless it really comes down to it, we do it my way.” Turning on his heel, Damon headed towards town, the docks and the bar were just on the other side of town, convinced that his word was final. After all, even if he didn’t like it, he was the leader and as such, was in charge. Still, Damon was sure that before they had gotten through the town, Aryanna would protest. She was, of course, quite headstrong. Though, Damon had witnessed that she was smart. Who knew, maybe she would accept Damon’s word? [style=margin:5px; float:left; border:4px solid #0e2216; height:100px; width:100px;] WORDS: 667 TAGS: Final Word [/style][/style]

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[|The SHAKINATOR|]

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OCCUPATION -Ranger/Bounty Hunter
CREW - Blood & Bane
Rank - N/A
CLASS - Class D

“Abso…absolutely not! I’ve never worked that way, and I don’t plan to!”

“I appreciate your, erm…willingness, but I don’t like that plan. It’s too risky. For all we know, Lucas may have a buyer already, or even worse, they could be dealing right now. Even if you got close to him, Lucas is a thief, and we both know that thieves only chase the beri sign. At the end of the day, Lucas is going to be looking for a way to come out with the most amount of beri as possible. Now maybe if we had the beri for it, we could play that angle, but to be quite honest, we don’t. No, the plan is too risky. Unless it really comes down to it, we do it my way.”

Aryana sighed heavily, muttering the words, “buzz kill,” under her breath. It wasn’t to oppose Damon’s decision. She just wanted to continue playing her game. Would this golden boy crack under the job, working with his new partner? After all, if he was going to test her, he was going to have to answer some of her questions as well.

Apparently, they didn’t have enough beri… Bounty hunters and broke? Where was the fun in that? Aryana didn’t like how things were run over here but she wanted to stick around. This was the way forward, she pretty much knew that. It would just take some getting used to this new life. “Alright boss, we can do it your way. Do you want me to dress up as a nun as well? That should really put them off, amirite?” Aryana taunted him, rolling her eyes before strutting her stuff ahead of the head-ranger.

They arrived at the bar soon after. Aryana read the words, “The Cellar” out loud as she confirmed the location. She turned to Damon, seeking his approval before making her way in. This was where she would use her charm and ‘techniques’ to gain valuable information upon their target, Lucas.

Searching around the room, she found a vulnerable mark, sitting alone, looking slightly suspicious and nervous. He had something to hide, it was obvious to Aryana and taking it out of him would be too easy. To others, it would just seem like another guy drinking to forget the evils of the day but Aryana could read him. The constant looking at the door and the time; taking quick sips and the ecstatic jerk of the shoulder following the arm twitch. He was nervous alright and Aryana was going to find out why…

She looked toward Damon before letting her eyes drift to the man excusing herself away from her partner, taking a seat close by to the nervous looking man. “Hey bartender… Gerrus a drink will ya!” She said out-loud, acting like the wild girl she was. Little did anybody know, she was a lethal bounty hunter.


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[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,0,bTable][atrb=style, width:500px;] [style=border:8px solid #52ae75; background-color:#5ad387; margin:8px; height: 460px; border-radius:15px; -moz-border-radius:30px; -webkit-border-radius:15px; overflow:auto; font-size:11px; text-align:justify; color:#0e2216; padding:4px;] Moving through the bustling actions of the everyday lifestyle led by the people of the Treegap Island, the strange duo finally made their way to The Celler, a slightly small and quaint bar set apart really from the rest of the town. Unlike the majority of the buildings of the town, The Celler’s bricks were bright red, producing a near blinding glare at this time of the day. This was it. If Lucas was in there, they could potentially finish this ‘job’ up before the day’s end. Unlikely, but hopeful thinking. And of course, as Damon had suspected, Aryana had gone in. Damon had said they would wait it out and ‘stalk their prey’, and despite this, Aryana went on in, with a smile that told Damon she was planning to do exactly what he had been against. With a sigh, Damon gave her a nod of approval back as he stood in the doorway, before sitting himself upon an empty chair outside of the cozy bar. It wouldn’t be good if Damon had followed lingered and followed behind Aryana, for two reasons. First off, Aryana had mentioned before that she preferred to work alone. She had ‘charms’ and ‘persuasive’ abilities, that would only be hindered by Damon’s presence. Secondly, Damon stood out far too much. Here he stood, carrying every weapon that he was accustomed too. This was his island, the people knew him, they knew his occupation. His appearance in the bar would have caused Lucas, and any other accomplice, running and scurrying for the cover of darkness. Besides, it was too late to call Aryana back, she had already made her move. Damon checked the sun, using the old Ranger techniques to read the placement of the sun in order to tell the time. The sun was directly overhead, making it around noon time. They had roughly twelve hours. He just hoped they could finish this job in time. If they couldn’t… well he didn’t want to think about it. There was so many possibilities as far as weaponry was concerned, not to mention the profits that would be made supporting piracy. Peering casually through a side window, Damon could see his partner walking towards and speaking to the man she had previously been watching, a man shaking, almost as if he was nervous. Whether the man was nervous of Aryana (or of what Aryana might find out) or of something else, Damon was unsure. But, as Damon was sure Aryana would notice as well, the man seemed to be fidgeting a bit too much, checking the door too often, taking quick sips of his drink in order to calm him down. All sure signs that he was either waiting for somebody or simply a walking, waiting, ticking time bomb. Hopefully Aryana was as good as she claimed to be. This man could prove to be a useful lead, though Damon would make sure to keep an eye on anyone else moving in and out of the bar. Provided, that is, that this was the only exit or entrance. [style=margin:5px; float:left; border:4px solid #0e2216; height:100px; width:100px;] WORDS: 512 NOTES: Possible Information [/style][/style]

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