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  1. [TW:II] waking dream

    As the group assigned to the city began to mobilize, Jack took one final pull of whiskey, then thrust the empty glass into the hand of a rather confused-looking elven man. Jogging for a moment to catch up with the group, Jack walked silently for a minute or two, taking in every detail of his surroundings, before an odd elven man turned to him and pointed. What of you, fella? What brings you out here? Jack shrugged. "Just looking to help out, I guess. This whole 'Beast' thing has everyone a little too on edge for my taste." The truth, of course, was simply that he was bored and looking for some excitement, but the latter part of his statement wasn't entirely untrue - this whole Beast thing really did have everyone on edge, and the sooner it was sorted out, the sooner the guard would ease up with their patrols and get nice and lazy again. Jack looked to Janus. "Hey, you're in charge here, right? You sure marching through the streets like this is the best way to go about this? Whoever or whatever we're looking for is gonna see us coming from a mile away."
  2. Bound by Fate and Ivy

    Aerin Da'at sat against the outer wall of the tavern, not far from the main entrance, whittling away at a small bone dagger. To her right, two large wolves wrestled lazily; to her left laid another wolf, this one sleeping, its chest rising and falling steadily. Seemingly satisfied with her work, Aerin ran a finger along the dagger's edge, then inserted it into a sheath at her thigh. Glancing at the sleeping wolf, she yawned. Come to think of it, she was pretty tired herself. She couldn't sleep now, though - she'd get her turn, but the wolves needed their rest as much as she needed hers, and someone had to keep watch. She ran her fingers through the grass gently for a moment, taking care not to so much as bend a single blade of it, then pulled a pen and a small leather-bound journal from her bag and began to scribble away.
  3. Bound by Fate and Ivy OOC Thread

    I'm still down to join as Aerin. Here's her character sheet:
  4. [TW:II] waking dream

    Jack observed with caution the escalating situation on the stage, taking yet another sip of whiskey. Despite his calm, almost indifferent demeanor, Jack was very much interested in what was happening. At this rate, he thought to himself, taking mental notes of the rather impressive physical capabilities of all parties involved, we'll kill each other before we even see the Beast. When the words 'the Beast' ran through his head, they had massive air quotes attached to them. Jack couldn't quite bring himself to take seriously a thing called the Beast, even if it was a very real threat. His attention snapped back to Janus as she offered a choice: scout the city with her or scout the forest with a Captain Alenko. Jack raised his nearly empty glass into the air. "I'll take the city," he said in his usual smooth and ever so slightly sarcastic tone of voice. He wasn't sure how much use he would be once combat began, but he was damn sure he'd be useful here. Scouting a crowded city at night? This job practically had his name written all over it. The thought actually sparked a bit of nostalgia and excitement in Jack, bringing about memories of scouring the streets when he was young, planning elaborate heists and looking for the truth about the circumstances of his birth. Now, however, was no time for a trip down memory lane. He looked around him, curious as to what the others would choose.
  5. [TW:II] waking dream

    (Sorry for the delay everyone, I've been a bit busy. Should be posting in a timely fashion from now on, though!) Jack raised an eyebrow as one of the masked men shoved the guardswoman aside, spouting some nonsense about ‘losing her head,’ then went running off to do… well, to do something, probably. Jack took a sip of whiskey, seemingly not too concerned with the meaning of this interruption. Whew, he thought as the drink ran down his throat, I’m gonna need every last drop of this. He took this opportunity to size up the others who had volunteered to fight this Beast. There were, of course, the two lovely masked gentlemen who had arrived before him. They seemed to have a rather straightforward approach to problems, which Jack supposed would be a good balance to the subtlety which he preferred, so long as they didn’t get in his way. His gaze shifted from the masked men to a rather stern-looking blonde woman who carried some considerable firepower. “Well,” Jack said to no one in particular, glancing down at the rapier and flintlock pistol which were the only weapons he carried, “I’m beginning to feel a bit underdressed.” He had to do a double take when the next member of this little raiding party caught his eye. Being that he was thoroughly impressed by a sniper rifle, he certainly wasn’t prepared to see a goddamn robot standing only a few feet away. After staring in awe at the feminine metallic figure for a moment, Jack regained his composure and continued to scan the party. Overall, this little band of misfits seemed a little tightly wound for his taste, but one man caught his attention - a gentleman standing beside the guardswoman who somehow reminded Jack of himself - perhaps it was the aura of smug confidence he exuded, or just his dashing good looks, but Jack couldn’t help but feel that he and this man were going to get along quite well. Jack snapped out of his contemplation and returned his attention to the events unfolding before him. He stood on the tips of his toes in an attempt to better see what was going on, but couldn’t get a good look, and didn't care quite enough to exert himself any further, so he grunted and rocked back on his heels, taking another sip of whiskey.
  6. [TW:II] waking dream

    Jack strolled into the courtyard at his leisure, his hands resting in the pockets of his brown leather coat. Though his face appeared cool and apathetic, his heart raced; whether the cause of this was anxiety or excitement, even he couldn't say. By all accounts, this beast - what was its name again? He'd read it on the notice, but all he could remember was that it started with j and was entirely too difficult to pronounce, like the thing wasn't content with kidnapping and aimed to make people sprain their tounges as well. He was getting off track. He'd heard only frightful tales of the beast, and though he was certainly nervous to face it, it was also a bit thrilling. Running from guards and angry shopkeepers had once provided Jack with his fill of excitement, but as of late it just wasn't enough. Being bored is a real shitty reason to sign up to fight a monster that probably like, eats people or something, he thought. As he wandered the courtyard searching for the guard, Jack somehow ended up with a glass of whiskey in his hand. That seemed to happen a lot. Zigzagging throughout the plaza, getting distracted more than a few times, Jack began to wonder if he was even in the right place. Before he had a chance to finish that thought, however, he heard a declaration from across the courtyard. "WE'RE HERE TO CATCH THE BAD GUY!" He took a sip of whiskey. Maybe this was the right place after all. Making his way in the direction from which the challenge had come, Jack saw two men, each of whom donned a mask - one wore a dark gas mask, the other a mask which resembled the face of a fox. It seemed his new partners weren't much for subtlety. He looked the two over for a moment before turning his attention to the guard member with whom they spoke. "I'm, uh, also here to catch the bad guy, I guess."
  7. Tavern of Legend: Season 2

    Jack heard Tobais' offer but gave no reply. Instead, he watched in fascination as Gull pulled all manner of curiosities seemingly from thin air and presented them to the other patrons. "What the fuck," he muttered softly, squinting at the sentient skeleton before him.
  8. Tavern of Legend: Season 2

    Jack took a swig of vodka. "A mercenary, huh? I can respect that. Getting paid to have fun, far as I'm concerned." He cocked his head slightly and raised an eyebrow as Tobais spoke to one of the undead beings, watching the creature as it spoke to the young girl. The orc who had been sitting before now stood behind the creature, seemingly ready to strike at any moment. Whatever happened next, it was sure to be interesting, he thought.
  9. Tavern of Legend: Season 2

    Jack smiled and turned to face Tobias. The man's mask twisted into a grin, and Jack wondered what lied beneath. He shrugged. "Who am I to turn down a drink? Name's Jack. And you are?"
  10. Tavern of Legend: Season 2

    Taking a sip of his whiskey, Jack swiveled around on his stool to survey the room once more. Taking in his surroundings, Jack blinked. It seemed a lot had happened in the few minutes he'd spent waiting for that glass of (rather sub-par) whiskey. A little less than halfway across the room, a hulking orc spoke - a rather stern expression playing across his face - to a skeletal creature of some kind. He didn't have a whole lot of experience with the undead, but he had enough sense to know he'd do well to avoid those two. Not far from them, a small girl who couldn't have been more than fourteen was speaking to - fucking hell, was that a lich? Jack was beginning to regret coming to this particular bar on this particular night. He glanced at the towering woman he'd seen earlier, now dancing with a different partner, then back to the damn undead petting zoo. Then again, he thought, this could be interesting. Downing the rest of his whiskey in one gulp, Jack stood up and, after a moment of hesitation, made his way to the table with the orc and the... other thing that looked as though they were about ready to murder each other. As he made his approach, he saw another man who he hadn't noticed before - he wore a peculiar mask and, were it not for his present company, he would have appeared tall. Sliding into an open seat at the table, Jack ran a hand through his hair. "So," he asked, his voice smooth and jovial, not betraying even a hint of his anxiety, "how are you fellas doing tonight?"
  11. Tia needs your help!

    My Jack is probably going to use an alias. He is a wanted man, after all.
  12. Tia needs your help!

    Yep, here you go:
  13. Tia needs your help!

    I'm definitely interested in joining. I'd most likely be using Jack.
  14. Tavern of Legend: Season 2

    Jack strolled casually into the tavern with a yawn, twirling a small gold pen between his fingers. He was tired, but he'd never let that stop him before and he sure as hell didn't intend to start now. There was certainly no shortage of interesting folks around the place today, he noted. A group of three caught his eye - a small green creature, a towering (and rather shapely) woman, and a blonde man wearing some sort of mask. Jack's steel blue eyes lingered on them for a moment, then he blinked and shook his head. Continuing to scan the room, he took note of a few more patrons - a small black goblin standing on a barstool waving around a poster of some sort and a woman even taller than the one he'd seen before dancing with some poor chap who looked like he was having a fair bit of trouble keeping up. I wouldn't mind getting in on that myself, Jack thought. But first, a drink. He made his way to the bar, taking a seat at one of the few open stools and waving the bartender over. "Whiskey," he said, his voice full of life, smooth and charming. "Neat."
  15. Tavern of Legend: Season 2

    So that's it? Aerin chuckled. Of course that wasn't it. But it got him talking, so it was enough. Her mind began to race as the man told her what he had seen. A graveyard. Assuming the person this man saw really was Jun, why would he be in a graveyard? How could Aerin be sure he was telling the truth at all? He didn't exactly strike her as trustworthy. Should she take his claim at face value and go look for Jun now? Or should she ask around some more to confirm his story? Either way, she had to do it now. Aerin glanced at Cerbaus and gave a hurried "thank you" before turning to walk away. "Shkojme," she said, and the wolves' ears perked up. They moved back into formation - one at either side of Aerin and another at her back. Still not entirely sure what her next move was, Aerin began to walk. @ODSTDRAGON