A late-night snack (open)

[liam]

It was a long day for Liam in the shop, especially due to the sudden demand for swords over the past few weeks. His arms were sore from having to prepare all sorts of blades in advance, not to mention he was hungry from barely getting a chance to eat during the day. Luckily enough, he had managed to close shop just in time for him to run to the onigiri stall and purchased a dozen crab-meat onigiri lightly soaked in soy sauce. Walking slowly with the paper bag, the sword-smith knew his mother would probably have already cooked something, perhaps even paella, one of their favorite dishes. He knew the onigiri would fill him a little, but he would still have room for dinner.

Nevertheless, he walked slowly and took a bite out of the first onigiri, smiling at the taste before swallowing the bite he took out of the rice ball, his stomach immediately thanking him for the food as he let out a very soft sigh of relief. Slowly taking another bite, the sword smith stopped and looked up at the stars, thinking about all sorts of things. The swords he forged, the dream his mother had trusted him with...how would he be able to accomplish such a goal?

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[style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 10px][/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 10 0 10 0] Jon was eating at a stall. Well, eating in this context was picking up and munching on whatever was put in front of him. He was putting in the final touches on the map of the streets of the town and as of such wasn't too in touch with his surroundings. Picking up a...rice ball, yeah he was eating an onigiri, and munching on it he had the vague feeling he was forgetting something. Probably something important. Jon shrugged; he would get to it once it started to smell. The owner of the stall looked at him in a semi-worried manner. The young boy had been very quite sitting in his establishment for the past hour or so. Occasionally he would mutter to himself, scratch his hair and get back to working with renewed vigor on the sheets of paper he had spread out in front of him. At first the owner had been afraid of an eat and run as was often the case with kids of his age. But now perhaps it was time to find the kid's parents... However as Jon asked for another onigiri the chef smiled and turned towards his kitchen. Well no need in stopping the boy when he was still hungry for more. After all when it came to a customer more was always better, for business that was. Jon himself had finished sprucing up his charts and was putting them away, along with his instruments of cartography. He would have to find a place out of the weather to sleep tonight. He patted his pockets to find the money to pay the bill. And then he realized what he had been forgetting. He was broke. Not a beli to his name. After all wasn't that the whole reason he was on this godforsaken island? No money to carry him away. "Oh shit" he muttered under his breath. "What was that?" the chef asked cheerily as he turned towards his young customer. However the said customer was no longer available for comment, having taken the appearance of a rapidly disappearing blur. Having had experiences of eating and then leaving without paying Jon knew where he had to be when the shit hit the fan, and when the bill was brought forth; somewhere beyond the horizon. And right now he was trying to follow through with it. The chef's face turned several shades of red, appearing to be in the danger of bursting an artery before he realized that he would be damned if he let the rascal escape. He rushed outside to see the backs of one of his recent paying customer and yelled at the top of his lungs: "Catch that kid!" while pointing at Jon's retreating back. [/style][style=font-size: 8px]words: 472 notes: eat and run! [/style]

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[liam]

[/I] Liam thought as he took a breath, deciding to take a break from eating and continue on his path. However, after no more than two steps along the way Liam heard a man shout. 'CATCH THAT KID!' rang in his ears as the sword smith turned, just managing to get a glimpse of the kid in question. "You got it!" he replied, clutching his onigiri bag as he began to pursue the dine-and-dasher. Despite his exhaustion, he managed to maintain a near-identical speed, chasing the kid as he tried to think of a plan. He was going at his fastest and could not close the gap unless he came up with something.

From the way the kid looked, Liam could guess that he was new in town, which would leave just using another route to cut him off the most sensible solution. He was still slower than the dine-and-dasher, but the swordsmith believed he knew the town better than the runner. Ok, this way! he thought, turning immediately to the right and trying to guess where the kid would run off to. [/ul]

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[style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 10px][/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 10 0 10 0]"Bloody-" Jon swore shortly before kicking it up a notch. The reason for the teen's eloquently expressed dismay was the shout of "Catch that kid!" which had gone up behind him, presumably the courtesy of the stall chef. It was a cry, a shout to arms universal in all aspects which always resulted in one thing, as Jon had experienced, being chased by every 'grown up' adult in the near vicinity. Dogs would chase postmen and cats while adults chased teens accused of mischief. It was a rule of life. A quick glance back showed that somebody had inevitably taken up the chase. But, what was this? It wasn't an old, pumped up geezer, nor a middle aged fat lady complete with the stereotypical heavy makeup and handbag; it was a fellow youngster! He looked to be on the same side of the 'age barrier' as Jon himself! A traitor! Fighting his urge to turn around and thump the traitor, partially because it would take him closer to the enraged chef and partially because of the nasty looking sword which the traitor was carrying, Jon simply picked up his speed. Slightly. The skater was confident in his ability to outpace anybody chasing after him, and if worst came to worst he could simply escape to the rooftops. Good luck to anybody trying to catch him up there. He heaved a sigh of relief as he saw the younger of his two pursuers turn away. Perhaps he was just too lazy to follow up on the chase. Heaving a sigh of relief Jon lowered his pace and started musing on about what he was going to do next. Finding shelter for the night undoubtedly took priority. If lucky he could find a handy tree to spend his night up in. Bunking in trees was one of the handy survival skills Jon had learned during his childhood. On the lookout for said handy tree to spend his night in Jon was suitably surprised when he turned a corner just to find himself face to face with the traitor. "Oh bugger."[/style][style=font-size: 8px]words: 368 notes: don't shoot! [/style]

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[liam]

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[style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 10px][/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 10 0 10 0] When he turned to find himself face to face with the traitor Jon's mind went into action. In part his subconscious was spewing out much worse words than 'bugger' in the sanctity of his mind, in part it was wondering why luck seemed to have it in for him this night. But, mostly his subconsciousness was wondering that did this nosy 'bugger' really know how to handle those two swords that he was lugging around? For his own sake Jon hoped that the 'bugger' didn't. Scars left by those swords would be so bad for his complexion. “Look, we’ve both had long days and fighting’s really not on the the top of my ‘to-do’ list.” said Mr. Nosy Parker “Do us both a favor and set this thing right.” Jon inadvertently snorted. 'Do us both a favor' he said. Was getting yelled at and being forced to do menial chores a favor for the young navigator? Come to think of it those two things weren't very high on Jon's to do list either. Unfortunately Jon didn't have any contingency plans to avoid said tasks for now. As of such his 'plans' consisted of mainly running. Or fighting. Or maybe all of the above. Grinning now Jon noticed his way forward was blocked. And behind him the crabby chef was slowly yet inexorably catching up, with hell to follow once he actually did catch up... Well it was only his way forward on the ground which was blocked... Jon stuffed all his irritating thoughts away to one corner of his head. He would just wing it. A small scrap of paper drifted out of his right hand and inconspicuously fell to the ground. There now he was ready. Seeing as the swordsman/Mr. Nosy Parker was still waiting for his reply Jon decided to fill the poor fellow in. "Why thank you for the advice. But, I rather just continue what I was doing before." In a flash the teen was moving; going from still to full gear in one swift movement, and rapidly filling in the gap between him and his adversary. His face was completely blank, all his focus taken up. As soon as Jon got within range of the swordsman he pivoted on his right leg and lashed out with a powerful roundhouse kick to the stomach. He didn't strike with the tip of his steel-capped skates of course, he didn't want to seriously injure the fellow just enough to make him fall low enough to easily jump over. Completing his kick Jon took help of one of the adjacent walls to push off and start another kick. A rather shallow one, but again to the torso. He was seriously not in the mood to banter about ethics and morals with this guy. "Get outta my way!" he yelled out. [/style][style=font-size: 8px]words: 497 notes: let's get this party started [/style]

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[liam]

As his advice was predictably shot down, Liam sighed, only to flinch as the teen had moved with a sudden burst of speed toward him, swinging his steel-tipped foot. Out of pure instinct, the swordsmith moved his own leg up, his left shin taking the blow that was intended for his stomach, but due to the impact, his shin-bone was fractured as he stumbled back. He was lucky he had not used his arms to block the blow- that would have been troublesome for the following day. However, a second strike was coming towards him, but this time the young man was ready. He used his right hand to yank his rapier out of it's sheath, grabbing the handle with his left hand as he locked the thin blade between the wheels of the skates.

This wasn't intended to deal damage, as he used Spring Dawn as leverage to deflect the attack, giving him a bit of distance from the teenager. "Your feet are like hammers." he commented, keeping his feet planted as if the previous strike did nothing to harm him. "Spring Dawn should suffice.." he mused, trying to sound intimidating. He wasn't a fighter, he was a metal worker. Still, he had to hold the boy off, and that's what he intended to do. Running at the boy, Liam swung his rapier, keeping a safe distance between the two. Intimidate, don't kill he repeated in his mind as he proceeded to go for multiple swings. His intentions were to deal small nicks, meant to be a pseudo-bluff to show he wasn't afraid of using excessive force. While he was willing to go as far as incapacitate the boy, he had no intention of doing so.

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[style=float: left; height: 100px; width: 100px; margin-right: 5px; margin-top: 10px][/style][style=font-family: georgia; font-size: 10px; text-align: justify; padding: 10 0 10 0] What were his attacks supposed to do? They were supposed to push the guy out of the way and hopefully intimidate him enough to back off while Jon made his escape. So did they do that? Of course not. If anything the fellow planted his feet and took out a sword, which he had used to block his previous strike. It was impressive of course; the weight his shoes lent him added a certain 'oomph' to his strikes. It was even more impressive that he had tanked one strike, the more powerful of the two, with his bare leg. Perhaps it had done some damage, however Jon wasn't counting on it. And he was making idle chit chat about the weight of his kicks and which sword he was supposed to use. Exactly who was supposed to be intimidating whom here? Jon's previous impression was re-enforced as the swordsman charged at him, blade swinging. It was one of those thin blades which were made for fancy sword work. At one point the strikes could be defended using his boots but on the other hand the faster blade had more chances of hitting him. Jon decided to move forward as well, only to encounter the blade blocking his path. He quickly ducked back, not quick enough as it earned him a shallow gash along his right shoulder. The drawing of blood forced the re assessment of his plans. This guy wouldn't go down without a fight and could be dangerous. Not knowing the opponent's exact strength would also make it tricky. He would have to take him down. Hard. Thus Jon moved to meet the multitude of the slashes coming at him by dodging some and parrying others courtesy of his skates. This act earned him a few more shallow cuts along his legs and arms but also gave him the opportunity to return fire with his own arsenal. One shallow, steel tipped kick to the abdomen, another heavier one to the knees that almost earned another wound for the navigator and a few shallower ones generously distributed throughout the body. They connected,most of them, with something. Whether it was the sword or the swordsman Jon didn't really know; he was too busy avoiding the spirited attempts to bleed him dry to care. As yet another attack of his had to be drawn back due to the rapier he snarled. He needed to get closer to utilize his fighting to the best of his abilities. That sword would need to be incapacitated for a few moments. Jon narrowly avoided yet another slash and brought his foot down as the sword was being withdrawn, trapping it momentarily. It was not the ideal situation; as had lost his pivot leg and could not effectively deal any damage. However he didn't need to deal damage, he just needed a brief moment of contact. He launched his left fist at his enemy, hoping for just a brief moment of contact. "Commere!" he snarled[/style][style=font-size: 8px]OOC: words: 516 notes: FALCON PUUUUNCH!! [/style]

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[liam]

ooc: Sorry it took so long!