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Janus' smile widened at that. Meren had assumed that Janus' smile was a diplomatic courtesy at best and a smokescreen for deception at worst, but now something told Meren that this widening was from genuine amusement. Janus paused before answering her question to drink some maple cider from his glass.
"Well, I see no reason to keep you all in suspense any longer. The final member of our group has already had a briefing of sorts if my sources are correct." Janus spoke, "My name is Janus Kassian. I once held a position of high secrecy and authority in this very country, before I was robbed of my position by opportunists and left for dead. I have since found alternate employment in a group of like-minded individuals who wish to see crime and corruption in this world cut out like the gangrenous infestation it is."
"The reason why I know of... most of you is because each of you was chosen for a particular skillset which will be valuable in the upcoming mission, and so it only makes sense for me to be thorough in my research," Janus spoke, likely making mental note to give Gurk a similar researching when he next had the opportunity. "This team was assembled with the express purpose of taking bounties which no single bounty hunter could. The bounties with the sorts of rewards which would make kings our of paupers."
"Said mission, if you have not guessed yet by the choosing of this meeting location, will be extremely dangerous. The domain this very town borders it one of the largest dens for crime in the world, and death will be around each corner. Thieves, brigands, smugglers, assassins and hired thugs by the hundreds" His smile was now dropped, his words carrying a seriousness that was before absent. "We will be going into the safehouse of some of the most dangerous criminals to extract specific targets, then escaping with them or their heads, whichever is possible."
He carefully slipped several pieces of paper onto the table, each one aparantly a wanted poster. There were several, each for a different person, drawn with considerable detail. There were five in total. "This is the Widower Gang, comprised of Kuthugr Khartan." He points towards an orc male, his face more scar tissue than flesh and graced with eyes that would cause even the bravest soul to shiver. "Jylva Sherensong" He then gestured towards a high elf, her face seemed more blessed than the orc, but she still had an odd aura of menace which was harder to qualify, "Sargran Vovlov." He directed their attention to the grim face of what looked to be a glacier dwarf with a stoic bearing, "Akiresa Dominos." He moved his hand towards an avian, white of plume and she seemed to have a pride to her which marked her out to an extent, "and finally, but perhaps the most dangerous, Lady Jevina Koros." He indicated the last poster, which bore the image of a human, seemingly of noble birth, but with a cold smile and eyes one would expect from a seasoned serial killer.
"These are our targets. This band of rakes has been thieving and killing higb profile targets throughout the world, and have seemingly come to Tanad till the heat from their latest caper cools down. We're to locate and aprehend these individuals... dead or alive."
[attr="class","gurkpost"]Man, this amazingly gorgeous, adorably sniffly, tightly sweatered elf woman was so smart. And cool. The way she brushed Mister Janus off? It was precisely what Gurk had hoped to do. Instead, she'd prattled on about blowing stuff up since that seemed cool enough to get her into the club. Why couldn't she be so cool as to not answer, and still get offered a seat?
It probably had something to do with her height. Or the fact that she could never pull off a tight sweater so well (she was more broad than slight, and didn't have those... the uh... well... you-know-whats). Or perhaps it was because she naturally had a suspicious face. Miss Heiralei looks calm and collected and beautiful and also she commanded attention. Even when Gurk hopped up on counters and waved her arms she only got a few passing looks. Miss Heiralei, she realized, reminded her so much of the amazing Miss Vodergarde. They didn't look the same, no not at all - but that energy.
Gurk was properly magnetized.
She was barely listening when Janus got to speaking again, her brain running with possible things she could say that would salvage her budding friendship (relationship, partnership, groupship, ship-ship) with Miss Heiralei, but at the talk of danger she perked up. She wasn't a fan of danger.
Thieves, brigands, smugglers, assassins, hired thugs. Yep, sounded like Tanad. She was lucky she hadn't yet dealt with assassins or hired thugs, and she didn't know what a brigand was... But smugglers and thieves? She'd attempted to make good with the former, and instead got screwed by the latter. In fact, she was lucky she had the Pockitt, otherwise that business would have certainly ended with her having nothing at all. But all of that was why she was here. Now, instead of trying to get access to Tanad all by her lonesome, she'd have Mister Gesser, Mister Janus, and Miss Heiralei - plus whoever was missing. With them, she was almost certain she'd get access to what she wanted.
Mister Janus began talking about targets - oh right, this was bounty-hunting, not a field trip (Gurk had nearly forgotten) - and slid some fantastic drawings towards them all. Gurk lifted her glasses to her head, her curled mop of yellow hair pulling out of her face as they caught on the wires, and leaned in to get a better look - also stealing a quick glance at Miss Heiralei as she did. Each of the "targets" looked, well... Downright scary. Gurk tried to keep a stoic face, but her mind began to quickly race with the mistake she might have made. A field-trip was more her speed.
Her fingers reached up to toy with the pendant around her neck - her infinity gear, her Pockitt - nervously twisted the chain and flipping the metal around, absently tangling the thing. "Wow, big leagues, huh?" She managed, trying to sound cool. Big leagues seemed like a cool thing cool biggies would say, "Glad you don't start out easy. Normal bounties are so boring, am I right? Gotta go for the gang of cold-blooded killers everytime. Hands down my favourite flavour of bounty." Favourite flavour? Ugh. She hoped Miss Heiralei had already chosen to block her out.
[attr="class","solpost"] Solana was not convinced to believe the human speaking – humans were notorious for lying even when there was no obvious reason to do so – but his reasoning seemed legitimate enough.
Bigger targets, targets too well-protected or powerful to be attempted by one lone bounty hunter – did hold a hefty price tag.
Solana was a woman of many sins; never let it be said that greed did not touch her dark heart.
The targets were menacing enough, a racially diverse band of hardened villains – an interesting thing to note. Likely one of two things was true about such a varied group: they had been brought together by circumstance long ago and so were a tightly-knit group, seasoned by long years of working together; or, more likely, Solana thought, they defied the usual outline of one or two similar races banding together for the advantage of sheer numbers because they thought they could benefit from the boons of the collection of various races, each bringing a specific talent to the table...
In which case they might allow their differences to come between them; quarrel, and thus make themselves easier to catch solitary and miffed, off guard.
Bronze fingers caught the edge of one of the pieces of parchment, sliding the image – this one being the avian – towards her, eyes skeptical over uncharacteristically flushed cheeks (was it hot in here, or did she have a bloody fever?)
And then, of course, there was the question of where these targets came from.
Kassain had referred to them as “our targets”, that “we’re to” take them out – and a brow quirked in silent contemplation at that choice of conjugation. It almost sounded like the command came from another source, Kassain just leading the ragtag ensemble into the fray.
But that supposition didn’t irk the elf so much as the possibility that these targets were a staple in Kassain’s vague history – he had mentioned that he was robbed and left for dead.
Then again. This group seemed like the type to make sure he was dead.
But, it was always best –
"Wow, big leagues, huh?"
The elf rose both brows generously, almost offended at the unceremonious interruption of her thoughts, the rock gnome twirling her necklace, eyes shifting with nerves.
"Glad you don't start out easy. Normal bounties are so boring, am I right? Gotta go for the gang of cold-blooded killers everytime. Hands down my favourite flavour of bounty."
The woman looked almost as if she was ready to throw up.
Solana chose to ignore her.
“How long have they been working together?” The dark-haired elf directed the question at Kassain, eyes skimming the details listed on the warrants. “And why these, Kassain? Personal attachment?”
Normally, the words would have held a lilt of flirtation, the draw of shadowed eyes, a seductive tilt of her lips; but she sniffled, instead, and her throat ached, and the fever sat on her brow, exhausting her; and so there was no energy to flirt. The words were curt, professional.
As was her order when the chesty barmaid lumbered over, a specimen of lust in her own bawdy way. Solana’s eyes were dark with judgment; she considered herself a higher form of the same sale, her own for power and pleasure. This woman sold her body for spare change.
Pitiful.
On the scale, she was food.
A swift flick of granite eyes noted that the only one with alcohol was the mouseling, who she had yet to determine much of. Quite possibly he was a complete moron; and so she followed suit with the other two, firm in her belief that an unclouded mind was best in unsure situations.
And, well...
“Tea.”
she was sick.
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N O T E S I feel bad that she’s completely ignoring Gurk but Solana’s a bitch. I sorry D8
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Meren looked at each poster, in turn, his keen mousy eyes dissecting the details. He put his cider to the side and committed the names and faces to memory. He didn't want to shoot the wrong person after all and faces often betrayed useful details, especially for tracking.
He was suddenly disturbed in his thinking by Gurk, who's statement surprised him so that he couldn't help but turn and stare at her. He blinked several times. "Flavours... Of bounties?" Meren asked, incredulous. "Flavours..." He repeated, shaking his head. He wasn't sure whether he should laugh or not.
This was going to be the death of him. He could already tell.
Janus maintained his cool smile. "From what intelligence I could gather, they've been together for several years now. They're quite devoted to their leader, Lady Koros. She seems to be the one which gives the group it's drive..." He replied. "As for your other question. This is personal in a way, but not in a way you'd expect."
Traveling about the world lending a helping paw to the downtrodden led you to less then luxurious locations but up here in the cold was a cake walk to Karn, his thick fur coat kept him warm even as the wind whipped violently through the trees kicking fallen snow back to life. With no real destination in mind he traversed a path supposedly leading to a nearby town but instead found a man half buried by the snow, he appeared to be breathing but was clearly in bad shape from laying out in this weather unprotected.
Making his was closer Karn noticed the man was mumbling something about Frosted Bear Tavern "The name couldn't fit me any better!" he joked to himself as he began pushing snow off the delirious fellow. Apparently waking up in the middle of nowhere to a large bear standing over you is not how this man liked to wake up. Yelling and flailing as he opened his eyes while trying to scramble to his feet, Karn tried to explain he meant no harm but the man heard none of it. Finally making it to his feet he took off in the wrong direction of the town instead heading deeper into the woods. While he played with the idea of chasing after the man so he wouldn't get lost Karn quickly decided that may just scare him more, hopefully he'd come to his senses when he realized no one was following. The thought of warm food was far to enticing so Karn set off in search for the Frosted Bear, a name he chuckled about to himself silently once again.
It took no longer then 20 minutes and he reached his destination, a small quaint hole in the wall that hopefully was friendly, with one last deep breathe of the icy air he walked in hoping for the best. While certainly a few looks were shot his way everyone seemed to mind their own business. As he headed to the bar he realized how flimsy the stools looked and made his way to a booth while he waved down the bartender, any warm ale and meal would do for the weary traveler. Plopping down in the booth behind a group of varied individuals he did his best to mind their privacy but had trouble not being interested in what would bring such a strange collection together out here. But a young barmaiden dropped off a large plate of food and two drinks with a bit of apprehension as Karn flashed a toothy smile and this is all it took to draw his attention away once again.
[attr="class","gurkpost"] Meren seemed downright confused by Gurk's comments, and Gurk was downright confused at this confusion. Her jaw dropped a little and she looked at Meren, flabbergasted. Was he just... A sheltered child? Well, no, he wasn't a child. In fact, he was probably (maybe?) older than she was. Not that she could tell. She wasn't really observant when it came to ages, particularly beastfolk ages. A mouse looked like a mouse looked like a mouse. Did mice get wrinkles? Now she wanted to ask, but first she probably should -- "Yes, flavours. Goodness gracious, it's a synonym for like. Like. Variety. And stuff. Come on, Gesser... It's just like--"
Thank Penrrion the beautiful Miss Heiralei interrupted her. Not just because Gurk didn't really know what else to say, but also because she was asking a smart question (beautiful and smart, Gurk was in love, really, seriously - no actually!), and also she was talking in that wonderfully hoarse voice that reminded Gurk that yeah. Pretty people got sick. And they'd still be pretty. In fact, they'd be prettier. Damn Miss Heiralei was pretty.
Miss Heiralei ordered a drink - a tea - and Gurk realized she'd never gotten her own drink. "Ah, ah miss! I've not received my stout yet if I might--" She was gone, off to get Miss Heiralei a tea. Gurk was pretty certain she wouldn't also be bringing a cider. She ought to just realize those coins were long gone. She held in her disappointment, just shrugging it off and considering making a comment about the great inside joke her and the barmaid shared about stout. It was a, er, a... A gnome joke! Yeah. A height joke. Those were always funny. Ha.
Just as she opened her mouth to relay this, however, Janus answered the beautiful Miss Heiralei's question and Gurk snapped her mouth shut to listen. Sort of listen. Her eyes wandered the bar, taking in the barmaid who was definitely bringing over a tea and no cider, and then the door opening to reveal a terrifyingly tall bearman. He was like... One... Two... Two and half... Like, almost three Gurks high. Which meant he was three Gessers high. Damn. He was... Tall.
She averted her eyes as quickly as she'd looked at him (no, not really, it felt quick, but she had last track of time as she watched him with horror, so she'd completely missed most of what Janus had said) and instead turned her eyes back to the scary looking people in the pictures. Pictures weren't as tall, at least.
Janus said something about this being personal and Gurk's ears perked up. Well that was at least... Interesting. She thought of ways she wouldn't expect, but couldn't think of anything. She didn't know Janus, and didn't really know what could possibly be personal to him. For her, it would mean something related to Miss Vodergarde. She doubted that Janus knew Miss V, and he didn't seem like the type to get on with this spooky Koros lady. Especially since he hadn't given Solana the old up-and-down.
"They... Take your money? No, no. An object. Family heirloom, duhcourse... Or you know, something completely and entirely unrelated to that guess. I mean, I hunt bounties, not mysteries. Uh..." She looked over her tinted glasses at Miss Heiralei, deciding now would be the time to try talking to her again, "Well uh, Whaddyou think, Miss Heiralei?"
[attr="class","solpost"] The mousling – Gesser, if she remembered right – and the gnome had some short interaction about flavors; and Solana was relieved, at least, that even the mouseling seemed to be more competent than she.
Then again – she was not one to make assumptions. The gnome woman may have been unbearably annoying on top of making Solana’s already-throbbing head near to explosion, but magic could be held in all manner of hands, and she was not ready to make an enemy of the thing yet.
But, fuck, she was obnoxious.
"From what intelligence I could gather, they've been together for several years now. They're quite devoted to their leader, Lady Koros. She seems to be the one which gives the group it's drive..."
A stroke of black luck.
Silver eyes, shadowed with the pressure of sinus congestion, trained resolutely on Kassain as he spoke, flicking away only momentarily at the entrance of a burly Ursine man, who was clearly used to the idea that he made an entrance – though Gurk was gaping raptly at him. He caused no scene, however, clearly here for warmth and ale, as were the others, and the elf’s attention quickly returned to Kassain.
"As for your other question. This is personal in a way, but not in a way you'd expect."
Keen to discover that particular tightly wrapped secret, the elf leaned in, considering this a opportune situation to test the newly-practiced muscle that was her Enthralling Gaze. It was inconsistent at best, as she’d discovered the leverage of it not two weeks ago. It had been entirely out of control, like trying to lift an independent brow when one never had, learning to whistle... It was coming, slowly, but, as any muscle, needed exercise.
And Kassain was the gym.
The woman summoned the magic, the rile of necessity stirring in her gut, the physical tail to enthrallment’s head – but a moment before Solana could try, the gnome was speaking out of turn again, and Solana swung dagger-like eyes on the woman, who seemed ignorant of the pinned glare.
"They... Take your money? No, no. An object. Family heirloom, duhcourse... Or you know, something completely and entirely unrelated to that guess. I mean, I hunt bounties, not mysteries. Uh..."
A stretch of silence.
She did not seem to get the hint.
And then her gaze swung to the elf.
"Well uh, Whaddyou think, Miss Heiralei?"
Sterling eyes narrowed, still ripe with her called-upon Enthrallment, as aroused by anger as it was by hunger; though Solana had no realization of the fact.
“I think you haven’t uttered a single useful word this entire conversation. Explosives. Have you ever actually detonated anything?” Silver eyes rolled to the sky. “I don’t have time for some wannabe demo-expert; so unless you have some kind of proof, let the grown-ups talk.”
And then she sipped her tea.
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N O T E S idk why my template is not working but I'm tired and I cba to figure it out tonight -_- pls forgive me
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Four Swords did not like the cold. Her red chittinous skin was covered in a fur coat, hood drawn over her face, which was supposed to keep her warm, but instead she couldn't help but feel as if it was not nearly as effective as the merchant had claimed. Either than or she was merely not used to this foreign environment, the frost biting at her as she trudged onwards to the meeting place the latter had told her to go.
She did not know what this new job would be, or whom she would be fighting, or even how much money would be on offer. Those things were irrelevant. She smelled a chance to face worthy prey and to do what she did best: Kill.
Before anyone else could say anything to intensify the already awkward atmosphere after Solana had harshly berated Gurk, the door to the Tavern was quite loudly slammed open. Four Swords walked in, her eyes surveying the room. Already an odd sight as little to no Kreen ever left the deserts of their birth, it was made even odder by her red pigmented chitin, visible in her red clawlike hands, and her head as she removed the hood which had covered it while she was away.
Her eyes came to rest on a group of mixed race. She determined this was the group, recognizing the human from a time when she had worked for the man before. She walked towards the table, surveying each member of the new group in turn, evaluating them.
The Mousling looked small, furry and possibly edible, but thoughts of eating him were put away as she noticed the large box he carried, briefly wondering if that was some sort of weapon. She also found herself wary of the elf, whom had a sense of magic on her. The gnome looked to be the least threatening of the group, but she couldn't help but look at the engineer goggles and be reminded of the metal magic some races had. Then there was the human, whom she felt, annoying, she could never get an accurate gauge of. Besides, it was never good to try and eat someone whom used poison.
She walked over to the table, sitting herself down.
The human paused, then spoke to introduce her. "This... is Four Swords. A Thri-Kreen from the deserts whom I met some time ago." He explained. "She will also be joining us."
The Kreen nodded, and at this time some may notice the two blades on her back and the two on her hips. It was around this time the Barmaid came over once more, giving the elf her tea. She then asked the Kreen what she would want.
[attr="class","gurkpost"] Gurk couldn't believe what she was hearing. It was one thing when people didn't like her, that was personal taste - and Gurk always found that she was more of an acquired one than anything. And it was a completely separate thing that this really beautiful, really interesting seeming woman was insulting her. And then, it was it's own thing that someone was going to insult her explosives. So for Solana to be a beautiful, interesting-seeming woman who didn't like her insulted her explosives? Gurk was not going to hang.
Nuh-uh.
No way, jose.
She opened her mouth, took in a biiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiiig breath and-- then the door opened with a loud bang. Everyone's attention turned to the door, everyone's but Gurk's. Her lips had pursed shut with that breath, and her eyes were locked onto Solana as her glasses began to fog up. Gurk didn't break eye contact as Four Swords came to join them, didn't let that breath go as Janus introduced her, and her face began to pinken. Then, finally - FINALLY! - as the waitress left, Gurk stood up in her seat, jammed a finger into Solana's chest, and let loose: "You-- you... You probably don't even know what gunpowder is made of! You've never seen an explosion without aid of magic, I'd bet my butt on it, and you couldn't even begin to understand the exact, perfect, and precise science that goes into making an explosive and yet you... You actually dare-- you dare to talk to me like that?!"
During her tirade, Gurk had climbed onto the table, getting into Solana's face and not caring about the intimidating Four Swords, the dislike rolling off of Meren, or the eyes that were moving towards the loud gnome. Her skills had been insulted, and that would not stand. As she finished yelling, she grabbed the charm around her neck - the metal band with a screw drilled through it - and held it with her left hand, her right going in front of it -- and she blew through it, her breath getting into Solana's face... But also passing through her charm, and summoning forth a grenade. Her right hand grasped around it, and she pushed in closer to Solana. "You wanna say that again, sourpuss? Say it to my GOSH DARN DIDDLY GRENADE!"
Out of breath, Gurk was left panting, holding the grenade tightly, face bright pink where it wasn't cherry red, glasses steamed up -- goggles steamed up -- completely through. She didn't notice how quiet, how silent the tavern had gotten, or the fearful eyes that watched the object in Gurk's hand. She didn't notice the door quietly opening as people tried to slip out. But... As she caught her breath, she did notice that she was holding a grenade inside a crowded building - and she cleared her throat, and then... laughed.
[attr="class","solpost"] The pregnant silence was broken by the shrill swing and harsh slam of the rickety door to the tavern, another interloper escaping the chill.
This one was quite different than most.
A Thri-Keen.
They were rare, to say the least, especially separated from their loyal packs; but Solana allowed it no more attention than her peripheral vision supplied, lidded eyes cooly hovering on the gnome, who, it seemed, has been so affronted (let’s not mention how affronted the elf had been at the pathetic waste of time the other woman was) by Solana’s thoughts (which, the bronzed beauty mused, she had asked for) that she sat, breath bated in clear preparation for a vicious toungue-lashing, while the beastfolk woman entered, glanced lazily about, approached, and ordered food.
Gurk’s glasses were fogged.
Truly, the amount of time she was able to hold her breath without fainting was quite impressive.
Once the thri-keen was properly seated (not on her side, of course, Solana didn’t scooch for anyone), and Kassain had made his introduction, Gurk let fly.
"You-- you... You probably don't even know what gunpowder is made of! You've never seen an explosion without aid of magic, I'd bet my butt on it, and you couldn't even begin to understand the exact, perfect, and precise science that goes into making an explosive and yet you... You actually dare-- you dare to talk to me like that?!"
Clearly, what little glamour Solana had managed to conjure did little to still the gnome’s fury.
The elf had to admit to the faintest twinge of surprise; the gnome had been more eloquent in her unbridled rant than thus far into the meeting, and seemed as if she was adamant to prove she knew what she was doing.
Even the pale finger bruising her collarbone gave her little pause, for one thing was about to become very clear: either Gurk was no use, as she suspected, her words entirely wind, and Solana had earned every right to sock her right in her prominent jawline, or…
Or.
She was an expert. She did understand the vibrant art of combustion.
And then Gurk blew hot breath right into Solana’s face, stinking of earth and spice.
An olive hand twitched, moving to grip peach skin, remind her the meaning of respect –
But then, as if bidden by the call of her toneless whistle, a grenade flopped into her hand, conjured from midair.
Or from the necklace she held.
One brow shot upwards, eyes suddenly brimming with interest. Solana’s hand stilled.
"You wanna say that again, sourpuss? Say it to my GOSH DARN DIDDLY GRENADE!"
Eye contact maintained for a silent moment, save for the harsh panting of Gurk’s instinctive cry for air, face blotched and red.
The tavern was in immediate panic, patrons whispering to each other in voices lilted with concern, some slipping out the front door. Solana’s own table sat in silent shock. Gurk began to laugh.
The elf sniffled apathetically, once.
“Four Swords.” And, at last, completely ignoring the device in the gnome’s hand, her eyes drifted from Gurk’s steamed mustard goggles, “Solana Heiralei. I look forward to working with you. I’ve never worked with a beastfolk before.”
Introduction done, Solana allowed Gurk her attention once more, clearing her throat (quite out of necessity; post-nasal drip was a bitch), and leaned heavily onto her elbows, allowing the curve of her breasts to kiss in the center. Even in the turtleneck, the move was practically a cheat; anyone looked good from this angle.
Solana looked irresistible.
And she allowed the mischievous gleam to play in silver eyes, brow still quirked jauntily.
“I can’t say anyone has ever called me a sour-puss before.”
And, with one last smoldering look, the elf reached up, plucked the grenade from Gurk’s inattentive fingers, yanked the pin, and chucked the thing out the window they were sitting at.
She was stronger than she looked, and it broke easily though the thin panes of glass, soaring a fair distance before lodging itself into the far side of a several-foot bank of snow.
Silver eyes turned back to misty goggles.
A brow quirked.
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