Post by Ozwald "Oz" Rabsin on May 18, 2015 15:44:11 GMT -5
With a light thud Ozwald put his rather heavy notebook down onto the bar of one of the town's saloon cowboy styled drinking areas. He believed the locals called it a "saloon", but he had never bothered to check. it hardly mattered to him in the long run afterall, he was just here to get a drink for the night and read over his notes. Immediately he flipped his book to one of the more recent additions, the bounty poster of a frilly bearded man he had been tracking down for a few days. He had heard the pirate had stopped by to possibly buy some supplies, but he had no leads as of yet on where he was set off to. He just hoped he could catch this guy before he ended up hurting someone other than the marines. Sure he'd preferably wanna capture him before that too, but Marines were stupid enough to put themselves in the line of fire. Heck, it was in there job description.
"Can I 'elp ya mate?"
Raising his head from his notes, his azure eyes piercing through his silver fringe, Ozwald gave a simple point to one of the bottles behind the bar. "That one. Two glasses." Before the bartender could even figure out which drink he was asking for, the bounty hunter reached into one of his deeper pockets and tossed a few coins of Beli accross the table. "The white bottle, before you ask." This seemed to cause even more confusion, before with an ultimate sigh, he put it as simply as he could. "The milk. The milk is for sale yes?" "Oh er...yeah...just most people tend to-" "I want the milk. Pure. No vodka. No alcohol. Just milk." With a light grumble at the blunt and solid tone of the silver haired man he was serving, the barender simply moved back to his bottles, pouring out the glasses of milk and exchanging them for the coin Oz had left on the table, the boy too engrossed in the notes he was making alongside the bounty poster to even give a thank you, simply raising one of the glasses and giving a "cheers" motion before taking a generous chug, wiping the milk mustache from his lips and continuing to scribble down the information he'd gained in this town, what little there was that was even noteworthy.
Meanwhile, as ever, the saloon was busy with the sounds of patrons enjoying themselves, arguments being had, and gossip being shared. Only one sound seemed to draw Oz from his notes however, the cautious tone of someone who didn't want to be heard. His keen senses picking up on it ever so slightly, lowering his quill and resting his head in his arms, trying to focus intimately on the slight worry he'd heard in one of the nearby voices.
"So you've seen it? I wasn't going crazy?" "Yeah, as far as I can tell he...her...whaetever IT is, it's been in town for a while. Some people say it's a living machine." Oz gave a slight groan as a third voice seemed to chime in, it got harder and harder to focus the more people he had to pick out of the crowd. "I heard someone call it a zombie. One weird guy was calling it a Zomate, whatever that is." "Well whatever it was it freaked the hell out of me you two! I swear I'm not walking down that streat again."
Listening to the three participants of this conversation continue on, with little more than rumors and gossip reaching the surface, Oz could at least discern one thing from the whole topic. There was something, or someone, that was scaring the locals. There were different names, but a "mechanical" appearence seemed to be consistant through a majority of the rumors the group was talking about. With a curious expression, the silver haired bounty hunter took another chug of his milk as he turned to flipping through his collected bounty posters, trying to search for a possible match, only to come up with nothing, followed by a hefty sigh. "Well whatever it is I ain't gonna make a dime if I go out looking for it...but still..." Peering over his shoulder, resting his arm on the back of his stool, Oz took a good look at the group he'd been eavesdropping on, the source of the worried voice seeming a little shooken up by whatever he'd seen. Oz felt that same drop in his gut that made him hate himself for being such a "good guy" as his brother would call it. "One of these days I swear to god I'll charge for this stuff."
With only rumors to go on, Oz took a page out of his notebook, scribbling down some short notes he'd made on the rumors he'd listened in on, as well as some additional information the barman had managed to spill when bribed with a few shiny coins. As far as he could tell there was a general location the "scary man" had been seen in, and so he was off on the hunt. Greeted by the orange sky of twilight as he pushed through the saloon doors, he gave a light sigh once more at his own stupidity for taking this on, pocketing his notebook and heading off for the source of these scares.
Roin
"Can I 'elp ya mate?"
Raising his head from his notes, his azure eyes piercing through his silver fringe, Ozwald gave a simple point to one of the bottles behind the bar. "That one. Two glasses." Before the bartender could even figure out which drink he was asking for, the bounty hunter reached into one of his deeper pockets and tossed a few coins of Beli accross the table. "The white bottle, before you ask." This seemed to cause even more confusion, before with an ultimate sigh, he put it as simply as he could. "The milk. The milk is for sale yes?" "Oh er...yeah...just most people tend to-" "I want the milk. Pure. No vodka. No alcohol. Just milk." With a light grumble at the blunt and solid tone of the silver haired man he was serving, the barender simply moved back to his bottles, pouring out the glasses of milk and exchanging them for the coin Oz had left on the table, the boy too engrossed in the notes he was making alongside the bounty poster to even give a thank you, simply raising one of the glasses and giving a "cheers" motion before taking a generous chug, wiping the milk mustache from his lips and continuing to scribble down the information he'd gained in this town, what little there was that was even noteworthy.
Meanwhile, as ever, the saloon was busy with the sounds of patrons enjoying themselves, arguments being had, and gossip being shared. Only one sound seemed to draw Oz from his notes however, the cautious tone of someone who didn't want to be heard. His keen senses picking up on it ever so slightly, lowering his quill and resting his head in his arms, trying to focus intimately on the slight worry he'd heard in one of the nearby voices.
"So you've seen it? I wasn't going crazy?" "Yeah, as far as I can tell he...her...whaetever IT is, it's been in town for a while. Some people say it's a living machine." Oz gave a slight groan as a third voice seemed to chime in, it got harder and harder to focus the more people he had to pick out of the crowd. "I heard someone call it a zombie. One weird guy was calling it a Zomate, whatever that is." "Well whatever it was it freaked the hell out of me you two! I swear I'm not walking down that streat again."
Listening to the three participants of this conversation continue on, with little more than rumors and gossip reaching the surface, Oz could at least discern one thing from the whole topic. There was something, or someone, that was scaring the locals. There were different names, but a "mechanical" appearence seemed to be consistant through a majority of the rumors the group was talking about. With a curious expression, the silver haired bounty hunter took another chug of his milk as he turned to flipping through his collected bounty posters, trying to search for a possible match, only to come up with nothing, followed by a hefty sigh. "Well whatever it is I ain't gonna make a dime if I go out looking for it...but still..." Peering over his shoulder, resting his arm on the back of his stool, Oz took a good look at the group he'd been eavesdropping on, the source of the worried voice seeming a little shooken up by whatever he'd seen. Oz felt that same drop in his gut that made him hate himself for being such a "good guy" as his brother would call it. "One of these days I swear to god I'll charge for this stuff."
With only rumors to go on, Oz took a page out of his notebook, scribbling down some short notes he'd made on the rumors he'd listened in on, as well as some additional information the barman had managed to spill when bribed with a few shiny coins. As far as he could tell there was a general location the "scary man" had been seen in, and so he was off on the hunt. Greeted by the orange sky of twilight as he pushed through the saloon doors, he gave a light sigh once more at his own stupidity for taking this on, pocketing his notebook and heading off for the source of these scares.
Roin