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    Wild at Heart

    Cerebri felt a little stupid after hearing what the interviewer said. The whole point of him writing his job on a piece of paper was to hide from the others what he did, and here he had to state, and clearly, what his skills and experiences were. This was not only counterproductive to what he intended, it totally ran against the face of what he wanted. 'John, you wily man,' he thought to himself. The elf had snatched the chance to answer first, letting the room know her experiences and skills. It was interesting to watch her go blank for a minute, lost in her thoughts. He instantly knew that the girl was more than met the eye, and he had to find out more. Perhaps a drink with her after, he thought to himself. There was just something magnetic that he found attractive about her, and he caught himself staring at her intently , albeit under the rim of his hat. He hoped no one noticed. Finally, after she was done, he stood up, and in a gruff voice, stated, "I do deliveries. I have been doing them for the last 20 years, and I can find no one who knows Terrenus's roads better than I. Every back alley, quick route, gateway or short cut is available to me, and I make sure that all deliveries are made on time, every time." With that, he sat back down and pulled up another seat, planting one leg on it like a leg rest. It was now the mystery man's turn, and he was curious to hear what experiences that man had.
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    Wild at Heart

    Cerebri heard the elf, but the only acknowledgement he bothered giving was a quick look before turning back to the interviewer. He had no time for niceties, which to him was a huge bother. Cerebri had believed that making nice with people was only going to waste one's time, and even if the elf was as stunning as she was, he preferred a quick, short and unattached encounter to one that would dawdle into a long, and ultimately, disastrous end. The emotionally attached were always the quickest to die in this world, and he was not about to fall into that category. He had seen enough of those in his lifetime, and would not suffer one more. That question posed more than it sounded. It was a question that would reveal more of the man than what was on the surface. Just by picking a particular position, one could make inferences as to what kind of person he or she was, and Cerebri was not ready to reveal so much of himself to anyone he barely knew. True trust had to be earned, and none of the people in the room, especially the one with the air of mystery, had earned an iota of it. It was thus good that he decided to hang back for a bit, and when the man who introduced himself as Christopher replied, Cerebri knew instantly that his caution was well founded. Fishing out a small piece of paper from his pocket, he stood up, walked over to the table, and penned his answer upon the scrap: exports. Folding it to conceal his answer, he shoved the scrap of paper into the chest of the interviewer, before walking back to his seat.
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    Wild at Heart

    Cerebri never drank anything harder than a glass of water in a pub, lest the call for arms should come kicking down the door at any moment. This habit of his, always being on his toes, was what made him look like he was always spoiling for a fight, and never really jolly. They would be right. Cerebri looked over to the rest of the candidates in the tavern; an elf with an obvious past, a bloke with horns and barely any clothes on, and a mysterious one, almost as shrouded in mystery as he was. Tilting his hat down so as not to catch anyone else's eye, he walked into the room, clinking boots scratching upon the wooden surfaces of the floorboards. Pulling up a chair, Cerebri sat, fingers hovering absentmindedly over his pistol, feeling the familiar coarse touch upon his skin, which helped calm him down a little, knowing that if something should ever happen, he would at least be somewhat ready. "Whenever you want to start," he growled at his interviewer, signifying his hurry to get it over with.
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    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    @Reinholdt Eat them zombugs son, they good nutrition and all that jazz. 😄
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    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    [chants] Kill. kill. kill. kill. kill. kill. kill. kill. kill....
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    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    choppy spider... never knew lol
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    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    That would be... Brutal. Could be the advent of a dark lord rising though 😄
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    [OOC] Night of Terror - Knoles

    The zombies have no way of defending themselves, so go to town with a post to kill them off before they turn? 🙂 make it as heart wrenching as possible I guess 😛
  9. Thank you for the like!

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      sorainvoked

      you are very welcome 😄

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    Dice Rolling Thread

    Roll to kill meself some Anshi'la! d2
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    Dice Rolling Thread

    Roll to kill a wall (how useful :D) D6
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    Wild at Heart

    Cerebri looked down at his pocket watch. It was almost time for his interview, and he was not going to make a bad impression. Guiding his coach to the nearest tavern, he got off, looped the straps around the closest pole and whispered, "vigilance," to his nearest horse. The magitech creature instantly pawed the ground in acknowledgement, eyes turning red as it constantly scanned its surroundings for potential threats. "Good boys. I'll be back soon." The streets were the perfect place for dastardly deeds, and this was a fact not lost on Cerebri. Filled with dark corners and small alleys from all the hastily built houses in a bid to house the ever growing population, the area around the Hydra's Head Tavern grew darker and less inhibited the closer he got to it. This led to Cerebri thinking back on how he came across the call for exporters from the land of Taen, when he overheard a half orc talking about his employer looking for potential recruits. Seeing it as an opportunity to further enhance his payment-by-favour scheme, he spoke directly to the half orc, who revealed the place for the interview and time. Finally reaching the door of the tavern, Cerebri adjusted his hat before rapping hard on the door three times. Opening the door, he gruffly called out, "Jack sent me,"; a code apparently to the people within the tavern to bring him for the interview. Clearing the mud off his boots at the welcome mat at the door, Cerebri walked in.
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    Crime DOES pay (And has a great health plan)

    writing the post now, should have it up soon! Edit: Posted! do let me know if there are any changes needed.
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