Mission #9 Lost Time

[Ulric Talbot]

As the sun started to rise up and beams of light entered Ulric's room landing on his pillow hitting him on the face, this as well as the sound of morning birds chirping woke him up. Ulric had rented a hotel in Beacon village due to a rumor that a highly wanted pirate crew would be stopping here in a few days . Because of that information Ulric was here to see if he could try and snag a bounty or two from them and he knew that he wasn't alone in this, there were plenty of other bounty hunters around looking to make a quick buck. This was fine, it would make for at least a few interesting days before that pirate crew ended up here and an exciting fight with all of them going after the pirate crew.

A few hours after first waking up early in the morning Ulric made his way down from his room and out to walk around town. He wasn't exactly sure what to do for the moment to kill time, but he had a feeling that something would peak his interest. While normally he would be killing time cutting hair, right now he was on a job and didn't really feel the need to do that, exploring the town and getting familiar with it was more important, after all he arrived late last night and only rented a room in the first inn he saw. Besides that small portion of the town he hadn't seen everything this place had to offer.

[Long John]

The town of Beacon Village was just starting to wake up from its slumber, the streets starting to fill with people as all of them slowly exited their homes to go to their various jobs. The air started to fill with the shouts of merchants whom had opened up shop, trying to entice the slowly growing crowd to visit their stalls. It was a conflictive time for Grem, whom has been up for the last four hours while the town slept, always getting exactly four hours of sleep. While it meant that he could finally grab supplies from the stalls, it also meant that the stares would only grow more and more as the streets filled up. It wasn't a big deal, and it didn't bother him in itself; after all it's not everyday someone sees a fourteen foot tall man, or wotan in his case, though you probably wouldn't know it just by looking. But sometimes, it just became an inconvenience, the gawking people gathering around when you just wanted to get some decent cleaning materials or ingredients for meals. And that wasn't even counting the pirates that would come up to him, wanting to fight. His lack of an arm and huge size screamed warrior to the common rabble, apparently ignoring his suit and mannerisms that anyone with half a brain would recognize as refinement. And now bounty hunters were appearing all over due to the excess pirates, making new problems, as the boors thought he was a pirate. It was just an annoying situation.

He approached the stall that he knew carried the best cleaning materials, and unlike all the other people in stalls, didn't waste time haggling, and put an ample amount of money on the table along with a note of items. The man behind the stall nodded, and grabbed the materials. It was obvious this was a common occurrence. However, unlike most days he didn't immediately return back to his place of work. He couldn't, he had been forced to take a...vacation. Grem's face grew stoic at the thought of it, to him it was nothing short of taboo, a word that should never be spoken. But his employer had grown worried over his excess in buttling, and insisted he take the day off, and to make sure he got the message banned him from the premises for the entire day. Unfortunately for the well intentioned employer, Grem had already memorized exactly what was needed and what was in short supply, and wrote them down. This exchange didn't last long however, only taking five minutes. Which meant he had twenty three hours and fifty-five minutes to occupy until he could return to work. He almost hoped a pirate would come by this time, if only to relieve the boredom.

[Ulric Talbot]

Ulric found a bit of comfort in simply wandering the streets watching the people go by him and do whatever they did that was considered normal for them. As he made his way down a street a strong gust of wind blew past him blowing up the dress of a pretty woman in font of him letting him catch a peek of her purple undergarments. The very same wind blew her hat clear off of her head and towards him. He simply extended his arm to grab it as it drifted past him. Grabbing it was a simple task and with a simple smile he returned it to this pretty girl before walking away. She wasn't exactly his type, but she was cute enough to do a good deed for free.

Without a care he simply continued down the street, there he saw from afar a rather tall fellow well dressed and missing an arm. It was clear to anyone with half a brain that this man was clearly well educated and not someone that lived a life of crime. The missing arm could have happened at any time in his life or just recently because of an accident. Only a fool would assume that a missing limb meant that you were a pirate or a thug, more often than not in his own experience those missing limbs or body parts were usually victims of attacks. Either way this man probably had something important to do today and Ulric wasn't about to stop him. However that didn't stop a woman who was carrying some groceries that was nearby the man to drop them spilling them all over the ground. Ulric, knowing it wasn't his place simply kept walking as he saw her trying to gather her things together and whistled while he did it as if he wasn't paying attention.

(OOC: For now we will have both parties move separate till the first reset, keep listing things that happen and add in a specific detail of things that they would remember. This will let our characters understand what's going on during resets and allow for twists later on.) 

[Long John]

Grem walked from the stall, a bag full of leaning items hanging from his pinky as he went. Even though it was his smallest finger, it just barely fit through the hole, causing the bag to be wrapped just about as tight as possible without breaking. No matter what he did, he probably wasn't going to be losing his items, which was good. Unfortunately, he still had no place to put them since he wasn't allowed back on the premises yet, meaning he'd probably be stuck carrying the items all day. Grem wasn't too bothered by this, but he still wished he was allowed back home so he could work.

As he walked the streets though, a rare and peculiar sight greeted him. An mink was walking down the street. Or at least a half mink, as he lacked the fur and most features of a full blooded mink; the only things remaining to reveal he was part mink were his dog ears and a tail, that swayed back and forth with his stride. Minks were quite an unusual sight in the blues, even half breeds. Though he supposed he didn't have much room to talk, wotans were just as rare.

The man had silver hair, matching his tail, as it occasionally swung into view from behind him. He also walked with a confident gait, which when paired with his open shirt revealing his muscles and smooth yet untouched chest screamed just how sure of himself he was. His skin was fair, with a black jacket that almost looked to be his fur in certain viewpoints, and dark pants. In the end though, it was just an intriguing sight, and Grem stopped paying the half mink his mind. It seemed he was the only one capable of ignoring strange sights however, as a lady who had turned the corner he was approaching dropped her bag in surprise. She had obviously not expected to run into a fourteen foot man that day. Her groceries spilled all over the ground, multiple produce rolling in multiple directions. An apple rolled over to Grem, bumping his foot. Grem knelt down and picked it up, handing it to the still reeling woman whom was now on all fours trying to collect everything. "T-Thank you..." Of course ma'am. He continued onwards, going towards an alleyway. And as soon as he entered the alley, away from the streets, he found three men approaching him, carrying swords. How troublesome...