Inalt

darkangel76 · Nov 3, 2012

Inalt
(Largest city of Tara, located on the coast of the Azure Ocean, due north of Miljoc, the Locomotive runs between here and Miljoc and takes about 1 day to travel via this method)

darkangel76 · Nov 4, 2012

Name (Nickname): Alexandria Donnelly (Alex, Lexi)
Attire: Black gown (shows off just a little leg in the front) with corset, overcoat, black leather boots, black hat.
Weapon: None.
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone.
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

The air was crisp despite how brightly the sun shone down upon the bustling city of Inalt. Alexandria could smell the sea air as it wafted in on the breeze even though she wasn't directly on the coast or near the harbor. Maybe it was because she longed to see the Azure or maybe it was because she longed to get away from... him. Yes. She could feel James' eyes watching her as they moved through the crowd of people meandering through the square. Oh how she wished he'd just go away, leave her alone and let her see things for herself. After all, she wasn't a child any longer. She was nineteen now, nearly twenty! Why her guardian felt she still needed the brute around was beyond her. Insulting almost.

Alexandria dared to glance over her shoulder as she continued to walk through the square. Her dark eyes immediately found those of James and the intensity of which he was staring caused her to gasp slightly. Quickly, she turned around, facing forward, her eyes fixing themselves on the road as she walked. She had to do something. She knew she did. One more minute with the man and she thought she might go mad. Her one hand reached up and her fingers began to furiously twist themselves within the dark curls hanging loosely about her shoulders. Suddenly, she began to quicken her pace.

Biting down on her lip, Alexandria began to walk faster and faster, weaving through the people as she walked through the square. She noticed a small crowd gathering around a pair of musicians and immediately headed toward them--the perfect place to lose James. The crowd was growing and the sight of that made her smile. She moved faster still, her tiny frame suddenly disappearing within the crowd.

When Alexandria chanced a look over her shoulder again, she saw that James was nowhere to be found. She'd lost him. "Finally," she whispered to herself, a smile playing on her lips. Her heart pounded as exhilaration and excitement coursed through her veins. Smoothing out her skirt, she let out a contented sigh and decided to head toward the water so that she could look upon the Azure.

Name (Nickname): Charlotte McCabe (Charlie)
Attire: White off-the-shoulder peasant top, brown leather corset with clockwork design, brown pants, brown leather boots, goggles.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone.
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Charlie let out a scowl. She didn't feel much like running errands, though she knew her father was counting on her to get him the necessary items for his latest breakthrough. His research in telegraphy was top secret, or well, so he thought. Charlie knew better, of course. The man was getting on in his years and not as careful as he used to be. It was why they'd gotten robbed three years back, though she'd never let on to her father as to such things. He had enough on his mind and was already too preoccupied with his work. It was his life. To tell him that it was his work that placed them both in danger would sure devastate him. As it was, the man already neglected his health for his research. On more than one occasion, Charlie had to force her father's hand to see a doctor when all he wanted to do was work.

The sun was especially bright and the air especially cool. Charlie didn't mind the onset of Fall, in fact she welcomed it. The Summer had been a hot one. Unbearable. So the seasonal change was something she was looking forward to. However, she wasn't one for large crowds. And the town square tended to be rather busy during the afternoons, which wasn't something she was looking forward to dealing with at all. As she neared the square, she could hear the dull murmur of voices, the laughter, the tears, the whispers. Her hand reached down to touch the knife she had on her hip and she let out a tiny breath of relief. Though she wasn't the most skilled fighter, there was something comforting about having the weapon there.

Walking into the square, Charlie tucked some of her orangey-red hair behind an ear and began to make her way to where the various sellers had their stands set up. She figured it best to see what sorts of things she could find there first before venturing into any of the shops. Her last stop would be risking it in the slums. She would only go there if she couldn't find what she needed in the square.

Name (Nickname): Mathilda Molloy (Mattie)
Attire: White short-sleeve peasant top, brown leather corset, pink lace handless gloves, olive green and white skirt (showing off leg in the front) with a brown leather belt, pink lace garters, olive green and pink striped stockings, brown leather boots.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone.
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Mattie looked up into the sky and smiled. The sun felt warm against her pale skin, a contrast to how cool the air felt when the breezes blew. She was happy that so many people were gathered in the town square since it meant she'd more than likely sell most, if not all, of her roses that day.

"Roses... pink, red..." Mattie called out as she walked through the square, her lips forever turned up into a smile.

"I'll take a dozen!" called out a man.

Mattie's face brightened immediately and she made her way over to the man who'd called over to her. She began to gather a dozen roses together for him. "Thirty dollars please," she said, her voice soft and sweet.

The man handed Mattie the money. She gave him a low curtsey and smiled, then handing him the roses. When the man left, she heard the sound of music not too far off. Musicians were in the square playing and the music they were playing was lively and wonderful. Oh how she loved it and it made her want to dance. Unable to help herself, she began to dance a little to the music, her grace and femininity shining through with each step she took and every move she made.

PrinceAltair · Nov 4, 2012

Altair
Name (Nickname): Altair Silverra (The Grand Eagle, The Young Protege)
Attire: Black medieval doublet accented with red. Black over tunic with a hood. Black pants and boots.
Weapons: Twin katanas on his back hidden by his coat. Twin wristblades. Poison and sleep darts. And some throwing knives (All hidden)
Location: The Assassins Guild
Tagging: Alexandria, Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

The guild was as loud and productive as ever and it made the young guildmaster happy. The guild was like a one large family that kept their dark secrets. Basking in the power and grace of the dark arts. It was indeed an art form the way they moved and completed their tasks. To be right in front of your target and say hello just because you know that they'll die at your hands soon. It was a fun little game to play even to bet on amongst the Inalt branch. The rules were simple you hid in plain sight and got as close to your target as possible. Bonus points for being able to interact with a target without raising alarm.

Altair currently held the championship title. Of course he had the advantage of knowing techniques and skills far beyond anyone else other than the other four originals. Though he kept it mostly fair he had no shame in using his skills. It pushed his guild to work harder to finaly surpass their master. It was one of the reasons why the Inalt branch was the top guild in Tara. His moment of piece. Was broken by an assassin bring him a sealed piece of paper. Everyone in the guild could feel the tension and it got deadly silent.

The sealed paper was intel regarding the status of the city's officials. Altair kept close tabs on all the city officials knowing that it was where most of the main threats to the city came from. Politics was corrupt and it sickened him to see how it twisted people. He nodded to the assassin dismissing him and walked out the door taking the tension with him. It was a nice day outside te perfect time to go check on his first target. Apparently there was something big going down amongst the officials. Some kind of scheme to steal large amounts of money from the puplic. There were five men under suspicion but only three were actually involved. It fell to Altair to decipher the good from the bad. For now he just wanted to get information.

His first target was a politician lucky for Altair he orphaned a girl. That where he would start the girl could give him answers without even knowing it. Besides it had been a while since he had to charm a lady. She was last seen headed to the harbor. And before long Altair was right behind her almost iterally seperated only by a few people. Walking up some he tapped her shoulder. "Excuse me miss?"

Leo
Name (Nickname): Leo Silverra (The Lion)
Attire: Royal blue shirt. Royal blue over coat accented with gold. Black pants. Gold gloves
Weapon: English Tuck sword
Location: Inalt streets near the square
Tagging: Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Leo was on patrol or rather he requested it today. It was nice the sun was shining and the air was cool. He strolled the streets keeping his right hand on his sword at his waist. It was more out of habit than to impose a presence of authority. This time of day was slow in the way of crime but would likely pick up in a few hours. He stopped a few times talking to citizens or explaining to many tourists where the square was. Leo liked this part of Inalt for his strolls even though it was usually interrupted by something or someone.

So far even with the citizens' interruptions he still felt relax. There wasn't even the slightest presence of annoyance either on his face or body language. It was a good day to be an officer and moreso to be a General. He had a small break from paperwork andmeetings and was able to enjoy the outside air. There was no training today so he didn't have to deal with foolish recruits.

It was just nice it was nice enough to keep a smile on his face the entire time.

Mikey
Name (Nickname): Michael Silverra (Mikey, The Fox)
Attire: White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants.
Weapon: Twin Daggers. Throwing knives.
Location: Inalt Town Square
Tagging: Mathilda, Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Mikey was in the town square because today was a great day to be a skilled thief like he was. There were a bunch of people in the square today. Possibly more than normal and it was just way to easy to snatch coin purses. However not from just anyone. Mikey only stole from city officials and officers as well as pompous rich men. They were the ones that spat on people lower than themselves not caring about the poor. Occasionally slipping a large sum of money into the pockets of starving families or struggling merchants. He was the vigilante of money and it helped him sleep at night.

At the moment he slipped the purses from two guards that were idly talking. "Good morning gentlemen." He just received scowls only furthering his resolve for stealing from them. He began distributing them to merchants either secretly or offering it to familiars. But he wanted to try something new and he easily found a good target. A fine young woman selling flowers with a big grin he strolled over to her stand. Mikey picked a rose inhaling deeply. "Quite the lovely flower." In a blur he cut the stem of the rose with a knife. "Fit to be next to a pretty face." He tucked the flower into he hair before dropping a money purse way over the reasonable amount

Michael turned away from the stand although he hadn't walked away yet. He scanned the crowd for who he wanted to steal from or help next.

darkangel76 · Nov 5, 2012

Name (Nickname): Alexandria Donnelly (Alex, Lexi)
Attire: Black gown (shows off just a little leg in the front) with corset, overcoat, black leather boots, black hat.
Weapon: None.
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone; Altair.
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Alexandria was elated to have lost James though she knew the man would more than likely find her again. Somehow he always did. It was as if the man knew her scent or had some innate sixth sense as far as she was concerned. In some ways it frightened her. And then there were the glances. Oh yes, she'd noticed those. Despite her lack of exposure to men, she wasn't that naive. She saw the way he looked at her, the way he stared. There was a definite possessiveness in his gaze and when he touched her, even though it had never been more than a grasp of the arm, she could feel it. It wasn't hard to tell, to sense. Every fiber of her being was alerted to how the man felt and she knew it was just a matter of time before he finally either said something or... did something.

Not wanting to think on such things, at least for the moment, Alexandria focused on how she wished to see the Azure. Smiling, she began to make her way eastward toward where she knew the harbors were. Perhaps she might see some of the great ships docked there! Just then, she felt a tap on her shoulder. Immediately her heart sank. James. Had he already found her? Stopping where she was, she let out a melancholy sigh and hung her head. Her dark curls hung about her saddened face and slowly she turned around.

As Alexandria turned around, her dark eyes widened. This was not James, but... someone else. Was she to actually speak to someone today? The prospect of meeting and possibly talking to someone other than household staff made her adrenaline surge and she suddenly found her heart pumping hard. The excitement of such a thing washed over her and a smile tugged at her lips. She then looked up, her eyes meeting the eyes belonging to the face of the man who'd just stopped her.

"Hello, good sir," Alexandria replied, giving him a low curtsey. "Pleasure to make your acquaintance. May I help you?"

Name (Nickname): Charlotte McCabe (Charlie)
Attire: White off-the-shoulder peasant top, brown leather corset with clockwork design, brown pants, brown leather boots, goggles.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone.
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

The streets were only getting more crowded and this only served to raise Charlie's hackles as she continued walking through the stands of the various sellers of the town square. Her hand moved again to rest on her knife she had sheathed on her hip. Yes, she'd feel better leaving it there. Better safe than sorry, after all. She just didn't have a good feeling this day, more so than usual, and it was really starting to take its toll on her. It made her hope even more that she could find the things her father wanted sooner as opposed to later as the idea of risking going into the slums most certainly wasn't appealing. Especially now. Just then a shiver ran along her spine as she recalled the events of the robbery from three years back.

The robbery had been brutal and could've been so much worse had her father not entered the room when he had. His voice alone was enough to cause the thieving man to turn tail and run. Thankfully. She'd never been so thankful. Unfortunately, it didn't do enough to stop him from cutting her, wounding her arm like she was some doll to be sliced and diced. But he'd done that when she'd refused him, fought him. When she'd done her best to protect her father's hard work and research. Oh... and she would never trust a man in a mask. Not ever.

Just then, Charlie's face lit up. Right there at one of the sellers' stands she saw one of the items her father had wanted. Happy, she immediately made her way over to it and made her first purchase.

Name (Nickname): Mathilda Molloy (Mattie)
Attire: White short-sleeve peasant top, brown leather corset, pink lace handless gloves, olive green and white skirt (showing off leg in the front) with a brown leather belt, pink lace garters, olive green and pink striped stockings, brown leather boots.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone; Michael.
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Mattie was enjoying the music and the bustling activity of the square. Activity meant customers and that meant more than likely she'd have a good day selling her roses. Though she wasn't one to ever complain, she was well aware of her own situation. Her life was tough and often times frightening. So many nights, she wished she could afford to move out of the slums and into a place that was better than where she was, but at the same time, she was grateful to have a house at all... a roof over her head, walls to protect her from the impending dangers of the streets at night. One day, she hoped she could better things, but she'd make due. After all, she saw no harm in hoping or dreaming so long as you always showed gratitude for the things you had. And she most certainly felt luckier than most.

As Mattie enjoyed the music, dancing a little in between flower sales, a suave looking gentleman suddenly approached her and bought one of her flowers. She blushed at his compliment, not used to hearing such niceties from men. And when he laid down his payment, one far exceeding what he owed, she gasped a bit. "Sir, I..." she stammered as he placed the flower he'd just purchased in her hair. She couldn't help but smile at him and his flattering gesture. "Thank you, sir," she then said with a soft giggle as she watched him back away and scan the crowd. "You're very kind. I promise this will not be wasted or used poorly." If he turned back around, he would see the warm smile upon her face.

AlphaWolfQuin · Nov 5, 2012

Name (Nickname):Chadwick Hughes, Chad
Attire:Black loose fitting jeans, Black Shirt, Black leather coat, Black boots
Weapon:Shotgun, Hunting knife on belt, Pistol in holster underneath his coat
Location:Inalt
Tagging:Anyone
Time:September 1, 2650; Afternoon

Chadwick made his way slowly through the crowd of people in Inalt, his shotgun resting on his shoulder and an expressionless look on his face. It wasn't too often the man ventured so far away from Munte but it was that time of the month when he needed to gather supplies and food for his family. Although a pirate and a damn good one he never stole the goods he got from Inalt unless of course it was from someone who truly didn't need it but the shopkeepers in the town were usually just hard working people just trying to make some money to provide for their own families and Chad wasn't the type of guy to take from a hard working individual. He was a bit of an intimidating man to say the least, he stayed armed to the teeth whenever he ventured out but even so he was kind and never caused any real trouble. His two sons on the other hand were a completely different story, ever since the two pulled the stunt a few years back while they were out gathering supplies he didn't trust bringing them into Inalt anymore and thought it best to just leave them home with his father even though that usually wasn't the best idea either seeing as his dear ol' dad was just a big old kid himself.

"I'll take the lot" ,Chad stated to one of the merchants that was carrying quite a selection of food. He placed his money on the counter as he waited for the man to grab him what he had asked for. After receiving his goods he gave the man a smile and a nod, "Thank you sir the boys will love it and if you're around come this time next month I'll be buying from you again" ,he stated before packing everything into a large bag he had slung over his shoulder.

Chad looked around trying to see if there were any other places that caught his interest, the man had plenty of money and didn't mind spending it at all. He was considering picking something up for his two sons, whether it be clothing or something else they could use, he planned on starting to send them out for their own supplies eventually depending on how well they behaved themselves at home so he thought to himself maybe he should try and find a merchant selling sacks or bags to carry supplies in and grab the boys one each.

PrinceAltair · Nov 5, 2012

Altair
Name (Nickname): Altair Silverra (The Grand Eagle, The Young Protégé)
Attire: Black medieval doublet accented with red. Black over tunic with a hood. Black pants and boots.
Weapons: Twin katanas on his back hidden by his coat. Twin wristblades. Poison and sleep darts. And some throwing knives (All hidden)
Location: Inalt (town square)
Tagging: Alexandria, Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Altair slipped into his rather normal persona seeing no need to threaten or scare the poor girl. If he did that it would alert his target too early and he didn't want that just yet. Besides he could flex his people skills it had been a while since he conversed with anyone outside of the guild. That was unless talking to his target right before their death counted. When the woman turned around speaking before giving a low curtsey he was quite impressed by a few things. One was her voice it was soft and he began to remember how much softer a civilian woman's voice sounded. Her smile was cute and innocent one that was adorable. Lastly to see the eagerness to talk with him. Did she get out much most people in the city were too busy with their agendas to be eager to talk to strangers.

Altair just kept a soft smile on his face and laughed and playfully slapping his forehead. "I'm sorry I thought you were someone else. I was looking for a friend but I think she stood me up. But now being closer I can see you are way different. For one your beauty outshines her completely." His voice had slipped into a lower more seductive tone. Though he eased into those waters slowly not rushing anything. Altair was a patient man when it came to his prey but have him wait on anything else and he was aggravated easily. A soft breeze came in and one of his loose braids came loose. Reaching behind him without breaking eye contact he untied the cloth that held his hair and retied it.

"What is such beautiful woman doing around here? This area isn't the safest of places. But then again I may just be underestimating you. You probably can take on a whole band of pirates right?" He chuckled lightly slipping his hands into his pockets. Using a sort of sixth sense if you will he kept an eye on the things that happened around him. Altair refused to let someone sneak up on him it has never happened before and he refused to let it happen in the future.
Leo
Name (Nickname): Leo Silverra (The Lion)
Attire: Royal blue shirt. Royal blue over coat accented with gold. Black pants. Gold gloves
Weapon: English Tuck sword
Location: Inalt (Town Square)
Tagging: Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Leo walked into the town square seeing a few guards talking and not doing their duty like they should have been. He walked over leisurely not wanting to make a scene of it. Walking closer they spotted the captain and snapped to attention although one had a sneer on his face. Leo just ignored the man he was used to it. He had risen through the ranks pretty fast for his age and didn't quite have everyone's respect. It was a handful more or less and he didn't let it get to him. Either way they still had to listen to him whether they liked it or not.

"Why are you talking and not watching?" The guards stammered over their words knowing they had been caught. It seemed like at the same time they felt something wrong. Checking their hips they searched frantically for something and it made Leo cock an eyebrow in question. The one to the left began to complain about his pouch being missing. Leo just shook his head at the irresponsibility. "You probably didn't make it tight and it fell or you forgot it." However the other shot that accusation down claiming the same thing and Leo just sighed. But then it hit him or really a memory reminded him. His brothers were capable of such feats easily even as children. Either they were out thieving or someone was just as good as they were.

"If you weren't so busy talking you probably would have noticed sooner you fools." He began searching the crowd for anyone suspicion and the chance of two particularly familiar faces grinning. It took him a while but he noticed someone that oddly enough looked like his brother Michael. He clenched his sword tightly and began to move into the thick of the crowd. He tried to be as gentle as possible but he had bumped into a few people maybe even knocked someone over but he didn't hear any voices of protest yet so he hadn't stopped yet. His brother who it possibly was might get away without a scolding.

Mikey
Name (Nickname): Michael Silverra (Mikey, The Fox)
Attire: White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants.
Weapon: Twin Daggers. Throwing knives.
Location: Inalt Town Square
Tagging: Mathilda, Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Michael was scanning the crowd and spotted the guards he looted talking still unaware of their loss of money. But a figure perhaps a figure of authority was approaching them. On closer inspection he realized it was his bad turned goodie two shoes brother. He smirked loving a good dramatic escape. The voice behind him stopped him from moving away right away. He turned smiling brightly. "No need to thank me ma'am I'm just spreading the wealth and admiring the beauty of the city." His words were a little too true and he almost laughed when he said it. But he kept the smile on his face before speaking again. "I visit the square frequently. Perhaps I'll get to see you again and admire you again. I would hate to have to just admire from afar. Stay safe."

Mikey walked away slowly not wanting to raise suspicion from either his admiree or his brother. When he was slipped back into the crowd out of sight from both he moved with great percision and speed. His body barely touched another and he was making a fine escape. He slipped into a tight alley. There was a grated window not too high up kicking off the opposite wall he grabbed the window and slipped up to the roof. From there he looked down from the roof. Watching the crowds from above.

darkangel76 · Nov 6, 2012

Name (Nickname): Alexandria Donnelly (Alex, Lexi)
Attire: Black gown (shows off just a little leg in the front) with corset, overcoat, black leather boots, black hat.
Weapon: None.
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone; Altair.
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Alexandria stood up from her curtsey, giggling softly as she averted her eyes to look at the stone of the street below her feet. Her cheeks suddenly felt warm, a blush sweeping over them surely turning them a rosy shade of pink. This man was flattering her with his compliments. Though she was naive in the ways of the world, she was able to discern that much. However, his smile, the way his eyes looked into hers... just then, she found herself turning her gaze back to meet his once more. There was something charming about his manner, chivalrous.

"I highly doubt I'd be a match for a band of pirates, good sir," Alexandria began. "Though thank you for the vote of confidence." She giggled sweetly, her hand reaching up so her fingers could play with one of her dark curls. "Though I am here on an outing, just a walk to get some air." Just then, she bit down on her lip and glanced from side to side looking to see if James was about, to see if he'd found her. "However, I'll tell you a secret," she then said, her voice getting softer, almost a whisper. She gestured he come closer. "I've just purposefully lost my 'watch dog' and am trying to see the town on my own without him." She paused a moment, glancing about once more, her face a bit worried. "I fear he might find me sooner than later though, he always does," she sighed sadly. "I should very much like to see Inalt, just once, on my own. To see the Azure and the great ships without him there."

Alexandria looked at the man. Surely he must think her a silly, spoiled girl. But really, she just wanted a little freedom, to be away from James and his watchful eyes and invasive stares. But, she couldn't expect many to understand that or to care. At the very least she got a few minutes of time this day. And for the first time, she managed to talk to someone.

Name (Nickname): Charlotte McCabe (Charlie)
Attire: White off-the-shoulder peasant top, brown leather corset with clockwork design, brown pants, brown leather boots, goggles.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone.
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Charlie had managed to find most of the things her father had wanted and for that she was both grateful and happy. But there was one item he'd wanted, some sort of coil, that she couldn't find no matter how many times she'd scoured the stands. She had to face the fact that she needed to go to one of the more obscure shops in the slums. The thought of heading there didn't sit well with her at all. In fact, it made her tummy twist into knots. She had half a mind to turn around and head home, to tell her father that they just didn't need the item or that she just couldn't find it.

But... she couldn't do that. She couldn't lie.

Oh! It was beyond aggravating! It was infuriating! Charlie knew she'd do it. She loved her father too much not to, even if she felt that the man was a bit too obsessed over his work. He was getting on in his year, his health failing and fast. It was only a matter of time really before the man got too sick or something happened. She wouldn't even try to delude herself about that, not any longer. He'd been much older when he and her mother had decided to have children. It was partly why she had died when she was still a baby. The birthing had been so hard on her and eventually her body had just given up. However, her father had made it clear that her mother had never regretted having her nor did he. They'd considered it a blessing that they'd had a child at all.

Sighing, Charlie's eyes drifted eastward toward the slums. She really didn't want to venture that way, but she knew she had to if she was to get the coil. Finally, she set her jaw and clenched her fists into balls, her nails digging into her palms. Turning toward the scarier section of town, she began to head toward the one place she didn't want to go, but knew she had to. She just hoped her time there would be short... and uneventful.

(Charlie exits to The Slums of Inalt)

Name (Nickname): Mathilda Molloy (Mattie)
Attire: White short-sleeve peasant top, brown leather corset, pink lace handless gloves, olive green and white skirt (showing off leg in the front) with a brown leather belt, pink lace garters, olive green and pink striped stockings, brown leather boots.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone; Michael.
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

The smile never left Mattie's face as the man spoke. He truly had helped her and more than he might have known. With the onset of Fall, the Winter months would soon be upon Inalt. And the Winter months were always the most difficult for her when it came to selling her roses. It was difficult to grow the flowers during such harsh times, though her father had shown her how to do so before passing. And sales were always lowest during that time as well for some reason. She supposed people just weren't in the mood for some reason, but once the thaw came and the Spring season was upon them, sales always picked up. And those usually helped her recoup the loss she underwent during the harsher seasons of the year. So, this extra money she'd just received would be so very helpful and make things extend so much farther than usual and for that she was so very grateful.

"I will," Mattie said in response, her cheeks feeling a bit warm. "And farewell, sir. Do please stop by again." Her lips were still turned upward in a smile as she watched the man walk away and slip into the crowd until she could no longer see him and he blended in with the rest of the mass of people. She had no idea who he was, but she hoped he would indeed stop by again and not necessarily to buy a rose.

darkangel76 · Nov 6, 2012

Name (Nickname): Genevieve Marist (Gen)
Attire: Black and white striped corset top; maroon, black and white skirt lowrise skirt, black leather boots; black shawl; black lace choker.
Weapon: None.
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone.
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

The wagons of the circus entered Inalt, making their 'home' just inside its gates--a small circle of about five or six wagons. Once situated, Gen got off her wagon and locked the door, deciding to meander the town a bit in order to get a feel for the crowd she and her fellow performers would hopefully be performing for later on that night and for the next couple weeks. She had to admit there was a definite presence to the great city of Tara, a liveliness she hoped would spill over into the stands when people came to their shows. But there was something else, something she couldn't quite put a finger on...

Shrugging off her slight feelings of unease, Gen focused on the energy of Inalt instead, the positivity. It was wonderful to be away from her father and ex-boyfriend, knowing that they were far behind in Uscat and having no idea as to where she was. She'd already learned so much in her new trade and felt accomplished as a result of it. And it was a wonderful feeling to say the least. It made her feel better about herself, like she had a purpose. Walking around the the city a bit more, she took one of her circus' fliers out of her bag and pinned it up on a post for all to see. Looking up at the advertisement, she couldn't help but smile.

PrinceAltair · Nov 7, 2012

Altair
Name (Nickname): Altair Silverra (The Grand Eagle, The Young Protégé)
Attire: Black medieval doublet accented with red. Black over tunic with a hood. Black pants and boots.
Weapons: Twin katanas on his back hidden by his coat. Twin wristblades. Poison and sleep darts. And some throwing knives (All hidden)
Location: Inalt (town square)
Tagging: Alexandria, Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Altair watched as she came up from her curtsey he took this chance to look over her body entirely and was impressed by it. Her womanly giggle was warm and it made him smile. As their eyes met and he looked into her's and he found himself thinking a few different things. One he was actually starting to like the small female. Two his compliments were actually genuine even if his approach hadn't been before. And lastly that he was enjoying her company. He knew he couldn't slip up and forget his mission but maybe he could have a little fun as well. As a silent protector of the people wasn't he entitled to enjoy himself some times?

"You doubt yourself m'lady I'm more than sure that you’re a little spitfire. With the right training you could probably take on an entire army." He smiled at his wild jest but he just wanted to see her smile again it was addictive. Her persona changed when she spoke of telling him a secret. He wondered briefly if his mission was already over and he was starting to hope against such blasphemy. However he wasn't expecting to hear about her escaping from her 'watch dog' as she put it. His words were still genuine as he spoke. "This city isn't safe enough to just lose your watch dog. Even if you look innocent your prone to being a target even if you’re a seasoned fighter." He stopped thinking about his next move and his brow furrowed in thought as he looked away. When he finally brought his eyes back to her he figured out what he was going to do.

"I'll tell you what. I'll accompany you on this little adventure and help keep you safe. I wouldn't feel right if you were out walking around on your own without some form of protection." His eyes looked sincere and he gave her a soft smile. "Besides you been with me longer than my supposed friend. And I'm beginning to grow used to that sweet smile of yours."
Leo
Name (Nickname): Leo Silverra (The Lion)
Attire: Royal blue shirt. Royal blue over coat accented with gold. Black pants. Gold gloves
Weapon: English Tuck sword
Location: Inalt (Town Square)
Tagging: Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Leo finally broke through the crowd to find his brother gone. He wasn't sure if it was really his brother and now he would never know. Michael could have easily slipped away or might not have been there to begin with. All this worrying was going to make him grow grey hairs at this rate and he refused to look so old while he was so young. He had plenty of things he still had left in this world to do. Stressing over his brothers all the time would just be bad for his health. With a loud huff he trudged back to the men you were supposed to be on duty. He scolded them and made sure they had enough chores to last a week.

The Lion was upset and at that point you just did what you were told no questions asked. While even speaking low and not too loud you felt his anger in his voice. It made you afraid to see what happened when he really lost it. After he finished scolding his men he walked off but in his mind he was stomping off in fury. He was more than sure that if indeed that was his brother there would be complaints rising up. Which meant his boss would chew him out for inefficiency. His brothers only caused him headaches.

(Exits)

Mikey
Name (Nickname): Michael Silverra (Mikey, The Fox)
Attire: White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants.
Weapon: Twin Daggers. Throwing knives.
Location: Inalt Town Square
Tagging: Mathilda, Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Michael watched as his brother scolded his men and stormed off chuckling to himself. He stretched out looking around for something fun to do. Getting down from the roof was easy and he slipped back into the square. He passed by Mathilda on his way back but was more than sure she didn't see him. Besides he didn't want her to think that he was a stalker so he stayed out of her view. Although he still caught glimpses of her as he walked away. By this point he was whistling and strolling looking around for something to do or someone to mess with. With his skill and expertise the only threat he had to his pranks and thievery was Altair and Leo.

In his strolling he noticed that the Circus was coming into town and he wanted to catch a good look. Running up a wall he gripped a high wooden awning and sat on top of it. He crossed his legs and watched as they came in and smiled spotting a few of the entertainers. With his great eye sight he could see a few of the performers. Some were already out and about entering the city in awe and curiosity. Some stayed behind and did a number of tricks. On top of this awning he looked down on everyone and was out of view by many. Few people noticed him and he liked it that way. He just hoped there were no complaints to the city officials he didn't want to have to give up his spot or get chased down only to have to fight and pick them off one by one.

darkangel76 · Nov 8, 2012

Name (Nickname): Alexandria Donnelly (Alex, Lexi)
Attire: Black gown (shows off just a little leg in the front) with corset, overcoat, black leather boots, black hat.
Weapon: None.
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone; Altair.
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Alexandria felt a blush sweep across her cheeks, though she knew it extended much farther than just her cheeks. Had she been wearing something other than her high-collared gown, it surely would've been noticed. Only that thought made her blush all the more. "I feel rather silly," she then said softly.

Alexandria hadn't thought about the potential dangers she'd be subjecting herself to. Her sole focus had been to lose James, to get away from him for a while and taste a bit of freedom. But this man was indeed right and wise in his words and she'd be foolish not to take him up on his offer for protection for the afternoon. Besides, she rather enjoyed his company and manner and already she felt much safer with him than she ever did with James around.

"I do hope you'll forgive a silly girl's lack of forethought. Though I would very much like to take you up on your offer," Alexandria said, her face brightening as she smiled. "By the way, my name is Alexandria. Alexandria Donnelly." She gave him another low curtsey and giggled. "I am pleased to meet you, sir." When she stood up, her face was even brighter than before. "And I thank you for offering your services to escort me on my little adventure this afternoon. I couldn't ask for better company." She giggled yet again. "Or better protection."

Name (Nickname): Mathilda Molloy (Mattie)
Attire: White short-sleeve peasant top, brown leather corset, pink lace handless gloves, olive green and white skirt (showing off leg in the front) with a brown leather belt, pink lace garters, olive green and pink striped stockings, brown leather boots.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone.
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

"Red... pink... white... yellow..." Mattie called out. "Roses for sale..." She felt light and happy and more than ready for the Winter months now that she'd received such a gift from the mysterious man who'd approached her not too long ago only to disappear into the crowd of people on the streets of Inalt. She wondered where he came from and why, on this day of days, he gave her the precious gift he did. To her, it was indeed precious since it would help her tremendously. She wondered if she would ever find out, if she would ever see that man again.

Just then, there was a sound of carriages and horses rolling over the stone of the streets. Mattie turned her head a little to see who or what was approaching. She squinted slightly to get a better look through the mass of people, but it was difficult to tell. That was, until she saw someone on stilts suddenly rise above the crowd. She gasped delightedly at the sight, giggling a bit when she realized who had suddenly come.

"Carnival," Mattie whispered to herself. She should've known. The carnival always came around this time of year and the timing couldn't have been better. People tended to get a general sense of unease with the oncoming of Winter, so it was a nice way of lifting their spirits and bringing smiles to their faces and warmth to their hearts just before the harsher times ahead were upon them all. It brought everyone together one final time before the onset of the snows and the cold.

Smiling and humming to herself, Mattie thought that with her extra money, she might be able to catch a show this year rather than stand outside the tents and just listen in. The thought was a nice one and brightened her day even more. Little did she know that someone who knew where she lived in the slums, who even knew her name, was watching her from the shadows. He watched her as she smiled, as she called out happily to the people of Inalt. His barely blinking eyes focused on her while she danced and laughed, while she looked at her pretty flowers and extra money... and his thoughts? They wreaked of dark, wild and sinister.

Name (Nickname): Genevieve Marist (Gen)
Attire: Black and white striped corset top; maroon, black and white skirt lowrise skirt, black leather boots; black shawl; black lace choker.
Weapon: None.
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone.
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Gen pinned up several fliers for the circus all about the square of Inalt, each one making her smile. She was more than excited to perform her aerial act for the people given how much she'd improved it since her last time doing it here in this great city. But then again, it had been about year since then. In some ways she feared when their time in Inalt was done, she'd heard talks amongst her fellow performers that the ringmaster wanted to travel back to Uscat, but that they'd held off merely for her sake, knowing that she might not yet be ready to return to the desert city. And quite honestly, the man would be right. She wouldn't be. In fact, if they went back, she knew she wouldn't be able to go with them. It was for own safety really. There was no way she could return to a place where her life would be at risk.

The more Gen thought on the potential return to Uscat, the more she realized she needed to find out what the circus' plans were in that regard. If they needed to go there, then perhaps she could arrange to stay in Inalt for a time and then they could pick her up on their way to the next stop. She wouldn't mind a brief vacation so long as the ringmaster didn't mind. But she couldn't go to Uscat. She'd never return there so long as her father and ex-boyfriend were alive. Not ever. She supposed she'd have to eventually explain all of this to the man now. The time to tell her secrets had finally arrived whether she liked it or not. She knew the old man would listen and more than likely understand, but still... she didn't want to burden him.

Pushing off the thoughts for the time being, Gen decided to focus on happier things. It had been a year since she'd been in Inalt, so she wanted to look around and and enjoy the sights and sounds and people. The air was cool this time of year. Not a surprise in the least and it made her smile. Running her fingers through her hair, she made her way over to where she heard some musicians playing and threw a few spare coins into their change cup, smiling at them as they played.

AlphaWolfQuin · Nov 8, 2012

Name (Nickname):Jasper Reigns
Attire:Black loose fitting jeans, Black Tanktop, Black Combat boots, Sleeveless Black hoodie
Weapon:Long Sword, Two pistols holstered on thighs, Hunting Knife(10 inch blade), throwing stars
Location:Inalt
Tagging:Anyone
Time:September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Name (Nickname):Chadwick Hughes, Chad
Attire:Black loose fitting jeans, Black Shirt, Black leather coat, Black boots
Weapon:Shotgun, Hunting knife on belt, Pistol in holster underneath his coat
Location:Inalt
Tagging:Anyone
Time:September 1, 2650; Afternoon

Jasper made his way into the crowded town and walked around for a bit stopping at some of the shops while he did so. The man had nearly walked by a flyer for the circus but as soon as he noticed it he stopped and took a look at it. He noticed a woman walking around hanging up the flyers and decided to try and get a bit more info on the show. It had been a while since he had seen a decent show and he could use the entertainment. As he began to walk toward the woman he was stopped by a man he knew all too well.

"Chadwick Hughes, how've you been sir?" ,Jasper asked a smile coming across his face.

Chadwick looked at the young man and returned the smile, "I've been alright, the boys are still driving me nuts but that's nothing new" ,he stated in response.

"Well I think the circus is coming to town so maybe you could try and sell the two off" ,Jasper joked making Chadwick laugh. He then began to walk again and Chadwick walked beside him. When Jasper caught up to the woman posting the flyers he reached out and touched her shoulder gently, "Excuse me miss but would you be able to provide me with a little more info on this show" ,Jasper asked pointing to one of the flyers. Chadwick stood quietly as Jasper asked the woman what he wanted, the man simply gave a smile and waited.

darkangel76 · Nov 8, 2012

Name (Nickname): Genevieve Marist (Gen)
Attire: Black and white striped corset top; maroon, black and white skirt lowrise skirt; black leather boots; black shawl; black lace choker.
Weapon: None.
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone; Chadwick, Jasper.
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Gen had enjoyed listening to the music a bit and then resumed pinning up more fliers about the square, making sure not to forget its outskirts as well as she did so. After all, it was best to leave no corner unturned or unexplored when advertising for the circus... She then peered a bit into the outer areas, shivering a little as she glanced into those darker corners. Her fingers wrapped themselves about her shawl, pulling it tighter about her lithe body--toned from all her hard work from training to do her aerial stunts and performances. A feeling of unease washed over her as she looked out into the lesser populated alleys, those narrow and winding roads that seemed to go nowhere and turn into endless circles. They made the back of her neck prickle, her skin crawl and her palms get sweaty.

"Oh my!" Gen suddenly exclaimed as she jumped with a start when she felt something tap her shoulder. Turning around, she let out a sigh and brought a hand up to her chest and smiled. An embarrassed blush swept over her cheeks as she let out a long exhale, followed by a nervous giggle. "I apologize, sir," she said, nodding to the two men standing before her. Smiling at them both, she pushed her dark hair over her shoulder and bit down on her lip. "I'm not normally this jumpy. You just caught me off guard." She then handed the man who'd asked her about the circus a flier and looked at him and his older friend. "And yes, I can give you more information about our circus and our show, if you'd like."

Gen had to admit, she was happy to have her mind occupied with questions and inquiries regarding the show she and her fellow performers would be putting on for the people of Inalt. The odd feeling of dread had been quite powerful and the interruption, though it had startled her, was welcome. Plus, she needed something to take her mind off of what would be happening after they left Inalt. She didn't want to think about the possibility that the carnival might be heading to Uscat for a time since she knew it would mean having to part with people for a time... rendering her 'homeless', more or less. At least for a short while until they returned for her.

"We'll be here for at least two weeks unless the people wish for a third. And we'll be putting on extended shows every other night starting tomorrow. We will need our rest on the days in between." Gen was clearly happy to talk about what she did and her friends. "My own performance? I do aerials, high in the air. I spin above you all using ropes and ribbons while doing various acrobatic poses and tricks."

PrinceAltair · Nov 8, 2012

Altair
Name (Nickname): Altair Silverra (The Grand Eagle, The Young Protégé)
Attire: Black medieval doublet accented with red. Black over tunic with a hood. Black pants and boots.
Weapons: Twin katanas on his back hidden by his coat. Twin wristblades. Poison and sleep darts. And some throwing knives (All hidden)
Location: Inalt (town square)
Tagging: Alexandria, Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

It was ironic that he was giving away his services for free to this woman. Ultimately she just hired an assassin to keep her safe without eveb realizing it. She had no idea just how safe she was right now. "Silly? No not at all. Desperate? Maybe a little"

Altair gave her a reassuring smile. "I would have tried to do the same thing though. To have your freedom stripped away has got to be hard on you." Altair always had the freedom to do what he wanted but he could only imagine. He wouldn't have traded his freedom for living luxurious. Besides the way he was living now gave him plenty of luxury and then some.

"Well then Ms. Alexandria Donnelly I'm pleased to meet you as well. I'm Altair Silverra at your service." He did a small bow and lifted his imaginary top hat. He slipped his arm in her's giving her a bright smile. "No worries I more than enjoy accompaning and protecting you. Where are we off to first m'lady?"

Mikey
Name (Nickname): Michael Silverra (Mikey)
Attire: White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants.
Weapon: Twin Daggers. Throwing knives.
Location: Inalt (town square)
Tagging: Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Michael heard the light thudding of boots right before he heard the voices. A mischevious smile came to his face. He was a little irrittated that he had been interrupted but happy to find some lively entetainment. He heard whistles being blown as city officials yelled at him to get down or face arrest. When Michael feigned a yawn it only aggravated them further just what he wanted.

He got up stretching before refusing loudly. "Why would I submit to you bafoons. I doubt you barely keep the city safe or even care. The assassins however..." The refrence to Altair and his men and women made one guard lose it. Michael guessed the man had something personal against them. As the guard drew a gun Michael only looked away uniterested which pissed him off even more. Losing his cool the guard fired and sent the bullet straight for Michael's heart.

Moving quickly Michael moved just before the trigger was pulled and dodged the bullet and fell into a pile of hay pretending to be shot. He could hear the gasps and the lead guard start yelling. Snickering Michael felt the adrenaline running through his veins he jumped out of the pile. He whistled loudly to alert the guards as he ran away quickly.

darkangel76 · Nov 9, 2012

Name (Nickname): Alexandria Donnelly (Alex, Lexi)
Attire: Black gown (shows off just a little leg in the front) with corset, overcoat, black leather boots, black hat.
Weapon: None.
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone; Altair.
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

"Pleased to meet you, Mr. Silverra," Alexandria replied in turn, giggling and smiling at Altair as she spoke.

Alexandria felt her cheeks get a bit warmer then as she watched Altair approach, moving to link his arm with her own. It was an appropriate gesture to make, she knew. But somehow, it made her blush. Perhaps it was his kind manner or the fact that he seemed to understand her situation or have a bit of sympathy. But whatever it was, she did find it sweet and she was most appreciative, not to mention she was thoroughly enjoying the attention she was receiving from him. Now she could only hope that her afternoon didn't get ruined by one James Breckinridge.

"Well, I had hoped to see the ocean and possibly the great ships if any are docked there this fine day," Alexandria then continued, her eyes drifting down to Altair's arm and her hand holding onto it. "But you'll have to be crafty, perhaps. Who knows where the 'watch dog' might be or when he might turn up. I'd very much like to avoid him as long as possible," she said with a smile.

Alexandria's dark eyes glittered with excitement as she spoke to Altair, her hopes rising at the thought of spending time with someone who seemed to genuinely wish to get to know her. She also liked the idea of finally being able to do something fun and entertaining without James around to make her uneasy. Her mind also began to ponder the notion that when the afternoon was over and their little adventure done... would she see this Mr. Silverra again? Just then she bit her lip as the thought swirled around her mind for a moment.

"Shall we go, Mr. Silverra? I trust you to lead the way to the Azure," Alexandria finally said, giggling softly.

Name (Nickname): Mathilda Molloy (Mattie)
Attire: White short-sleeve peasant top, brown leather corset, pink lace handless gloves, olive green and white skirt (showing off leg in the front) with a brown leather belt, pink lace garters, olive green and pink striped stockings, brown leather boots.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone; Conrad (NPC).
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

The wind started to pick up just a bit through the square, but it didn't seem to bother the overall crowd that had gathered there. The musicians continued to play their cheerful songs and the circus performers who'd just arrived continued to do a few tricks to pump up the people and get some smiles and cheers. Mattie was excited for the show more than ever this year now that she could actually go as opposed to listen from outside the tents. It would be a real treat. And she couldn't hide the smile on her lips as she watched the one girl pinning up fliers about the square. She would definitely have to go read one of them later on.

Suddenly, Mattie shivered, a strange feeling of unease running along her pale skin. She brought her hands up to her arms and rubbed them, trying to stave off the sudden chill she felt, the odd sense of dread. Just then, her eyes looked over to the Slums. They weren't far off and she knew them well having grown up in the section of Inalt and living there still, even though she wished she didn't. But she'd never complain. She had a roof over her head and walls that kept out the wind and snows. It was more than most had.

From the dark shadows, eyes watched Mattie as she smiled and watched the goings on in the square. Eyes that recognized and narrowed into slits. She didn't notice them, but they most certainly noticed her just as they noticed most things in Inalt and the Slums. He saw the earlier exchange, her pretty smile. And yes, he knew exactly where she lived. He would just have to be patient.

PrinceAltair · Nov 12, 2012

Altair
Name (Nickname): Altair Silverra (The Grand Eagle, The Young Protégé)
Attire: Black medieval doublet accented with red. Black over tunic with a hood. Black pants and boots.
Weapons: Twin katanas on his back hidden by his coat. Twin wristblades. Poison and sleep darts. And some throwing knives (All hidden)
Location: Inalt (town square)
Tagging: Alexandria, Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Altair could feel eyes on him but it wasn't menacing or even threatening in the least just... watchful. It was the cold shiver of an assassin staring down on you from above. It was a shiver he was quite used to. No matter how capable of a guild master he was the entire guild looked out for him making sure he didn't fall into any traps. It was the feeling and sense of belonging to a family a tight knit one. His eyes drifted to a roof top wondering briefly if he should have his men stall Ms. Donnelly’s bodyguard. He could be a possible nuisance soon based off what she told him. But Altair welcomed the challenge and sent his overseer on his way.

The sound of words brought him back to the situation he was already in. Luckily he caught her words just as she began her sentence to hear the appreciation in her words.
She wanted to see beautiful ships to match a just as beautiful ocean. His own personal ship? Would it be a good option? As far as he could remember all evidence of his ‘other’ life was off of it by now. It would be a good treat for her. Maybe a short ride? “Ah yes the ships are quite exquisite. As for your ‘watch dog’ I’m more than capable of being crafty. In Inalt if you aren’t crafty you’re pretty much exposed to anything. You might even pick up a few of my tricks today.” He chuckled at the thought of him passing on a few tricks from the dark arts without her being any wiser. It might even help her in the future when she was on her own.

On her own? Would she really be even beyond his mission he was more interested in her than before he started. She would be on his radar in the future that was for sure. He would watch her from the shadows. Run into her ‘accidentally’ maybe even take her on a date if he got the chance. For his own selfish reasons as well as for the good of the city. The question was would what would happen when she was cleared and her adoptive father out of the spotlight? Could he continue taking an interest in her? He wouldn’t mind not in the least.

Altair answered her question smiling brightly. “Of course I can probably do it with my eyes closed.” The jest was completely true however. Walking through the streets with his eyes closed dodging civilians was child’s play. He walked through the streets confidently making the right turns. He took the shortcuts to avoid crowds of people and easily made the trip to the Azure comfortable for both of them.

Mikey
Name (Nickname): Michael Silverra (Mikey)
Attire: White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants.
Weapon: Twin Daggers. Throwing knives.
Location: Inalt (town square)
Tagging: Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

There was nothing more fun than pissing off the guards and running away. They were usually passionate enough about their jobs to chase him through the streets to catch the street rat. It was a nice way to pass the time when he was bored in with his daily crusade to help the poor. Clearing through the square was easy Leo’s skills were based in an old style. Before the comet it was called Parkour the idea of being able to get over or around an object without losing momentum or losing only a little. Easily with skill he flipped over stands and slid across table tops.

One look behind him was a scene of destruction. The guards stumble and crashed into things trying to get to him. It was a pitiful sight and Leo was sure they would be paying for the cleanup and repairs later. That thought made him stop and laugh and even let the guards catch up. With two jabs to the stomach and a roundhouse kick he knocked down one guard easily. However the others were closing in too fast and by this time more city officials had been called in. If he didn’t do something quick he was going to get caught or worse arrested.

Leo wished he would have brought some smoke bombs or even some paralysis darts. Drawing some throwing knives he threw them rapidly. They weren’t aimed to kill just to scare. Most of them dropped to the floor to avoid being hit. But of course the ones with more pride pressed forward to be the one to capture him. With a sigh he easily put them down. He sent knives into their legs just above the knees. Leo was careful not to hit any arteries or major veins that would have killed them. But they did drop momentarily paralyzed enough for him to jump right over them.

His actions also helped to break up the larger group that had just arrived. Some dropped down to help the injured guards. The others continued the hot pursuit and fell right into Leo’s game and would eventually fall into his trap.

darkangel76 · Nov 13, 2012

Name (Nickname): Alexandria Donnelly (Alex, Lexi)
Attire: Black gown (shows off just a little leg in the front) with corset, overcoat, black leather boots, black hat.
Weapon: None.
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone; Altair.
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

"Your tricks, Mr. Silverra?" Alexandria asked, giggling softly, her hand holding onto his arm as he led her through the crowds. "Again, such confidence. Though I'd very much love to learn a few." Her smile grew slightly and her hold on his arm tightened just a bit. "You never know when such things might come in handy for one such as myself," she added, the tiniest hint of seriousness in her light tone as she smiled.

Of course Alexandria was referring to ways in which she could fend off James--watch dog. He was indeed becoming harder and harder to run away from any time she went out on one of these outings, something she feared greatly and for more than one reason, though she'd yet to let on about that part of things. And now that she'd met this Mr. Silverra she knew very well her desire to go out about town would only grow if not for the hope to see him again. Of course, she knew she it was probably silly fancy on her own part. But even silly girls were allowed to dream.

Alexandria smiled, her cheeks heating up to a rosy pink when Altair assured her he could handle her 'watch dog' and would indeed bring her to the ships docked at the ocean. He truly was a gentleman and unlike any she'd ever met. There was something about his confident manner and not once did it come off as arrogant. Instead, it beckoned and intrigued, causing her to both smile and blush. Never had she felt safer nor had she enjoyed such company. And never had she wished for such an afternoon to not end.

(Alexandria exits to The Azure Ocean)

Name (Nickname): Mathilda Molloy (Mattie)
Attire: White short-sleeve peasant top, brown leather corset, pink lace handless gloves, olive green and white skirt (showing off leg in the front) with a brown leather belt, pink lace garters, olive green and pink striped stockings, brown leather boots.
Weapon: Knife (sheathed on her left hip).
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone; Conrad (NPC).
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

As the afternoon wore on, Mattie found herself starting to get a bit tired. She'd done very well for the day and knew she needed to head home for a bit and possibly pick up a shawl while she was at it. The winds had picked up a little making her cold, plus it was making her slightly uneasy having so much money on her person. She needed to stash it away somewhere, hide it and keep it safe for when she'd need it. So, gathering up her remaining flowers, she readied herself for her trek back to her home within the slums. She'd be back later on in the evening to sell more and perhaps learn more about the circus that had come into town.

Hidden in the shadows, Conrad was watching Mattie gather up her wares. The sinister smile on his face only grew as he watched her. He chuckled to himself when she finally began her approach. Oh yes, he'd be following that pretty miss home. How fortunate she lived so close by. How very fortunate indeed. Pity she didn't know his name.

(Mattie exits to The Slums of Inalt)

darkangel76 · Nov 15, 2012

Name (Nickname): Alice Boswell (Al)
Attire: Brown corset with chains; brown mini skirt; brown leather boots; brown leather collar with metal o-ring and chains; brown leather wrist bands with chains.
Weapon: None.
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone; Kelly (NPC).
Time: September 1, 2650; Later afternoon.

Alice could see a clearing ahead and immediately she set her sights upon reaching it. It had to be a square of some kind and more than likely a place she'd be able to find someone who could help her in some way. She was in dire need of food and shelter and perhaps finding something more suitable to wear given the weather. Just then, she felt a chill run along her spine and she shivered. The air was definitely colder in Inalt compared to the island of Inchisoare.

When Alice finally came to the end of the street and the square opened up before her, she let out a tiny sigh. Her heart was still racing, but at least she felt a bit easier leaving the frightening Slums behind her. Just then, she turned to look over her shoulder and shuddered. A strange sensation consumed her in that moment and she had the strangest sensation that someone was watching her. Was it someone from Inchisoare? Was someone after her? Panic set in just then and she ran out into the square.

Kelly smirked as he watched the strange girl dart through the streets and then into the square. She definitely was skittish and afraid of something. But if the chains on her person weren't enough of an indicator, it was clear to him that she'd escaped from someone or something. He wondered where exactly and if he'd ever come to find out.

As Alice bolted out into the square, she accidentally bumped into someone meandering about. "Sorry, sir," she said softly, apologetically. She kept her body low, her eyes averted.

A man in his thirties looked down on Alice and grimaced, his expression contorted as he looked upon her. "What the hell is this?" he asked. One of his friends approached and looked down at her and shook his head in bewilderment, not just at her dress, but also her manner. "No idea," his friend answered with a chuckle. "Like her chains though, a proper bitch." The man she'd bumped laughed heartily, "She seems to be, I'd say."

Alice looked up just then, her heart racing as her mouth went dry. Just what had she done? What had happened? "I... I'm sorry," she said. "I'll be on my way," she said as she averted her eyes and made to leave.

Just then the two men grabbed at the chains hanging off Alice's body. "Oh no you don't. Not everyday you find a bitch in chains. Can't pass this up," the one man said.

Name (Nickname): Genevieve Marist (Gen)
Attire: Black and white striped corset top; maroon, black and white skirt lowrise skirt; black leather boots; black shawl; black lace choker.
Weapon: None.
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone; Jasper, Chadwick.
Time: September 1, 2650; Later afternoon.

Gen gave the two men a smile after she answered their questions. She hoped they'd attend her performance, if not the other shows the circus put on for the people of Inalt after hearing what she had to say. Though she knew she was biased, she thought highly of the skills of the others that she traveled with and was excited for them all to be able to give the people something fun and entertaining to look forward to while the colder months were fast approaching. She really had improved over the year, so she couldn't wait to do her part in the show.

"Good day, sirs. I do hope to see you at the show and that I get the chance to talk to you again," Gen then said. She smiled at them both and turned so that she could finish putting up more fliers about the square and then perhaps meander about a bit and take in some sights. The city had definitely grown a bit over the year, so she was curious to see what exactly had changed and what had not. But she also had to face the inevitable... and that was that she might have to seek out temporary residence in the city if the carnival did indeed decide to go to Uscat next. She needed to talk to Louis, and soon. Like it or not, she had to face reality. And the sooner the better because she knew she could not go back to the city in the desert.

PrinceAltair · Nov 19, 2012

Leo
Name (Nickname): Leo Silverra (The Lion)
Attire: Royal blue shirt. Royal blue over coat accented with gold. Black pants. Gold gloves
Weapon: English Tuck sword
Location: Inalt (Entering the town square)
Tagging: Alice, Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Being chewed out by your higher ups isn’t exactly how you want to spend your afternoons on such a good day. His commanding officer had extended his patrol hours for the day. Leo and his commanding officer Leo wanted nothing more than to punch the annoying prick square in the face but it would just come back to bite him in the butt. He let out a long sigh and strolled the streets keeping his eyes peeled for anything to make up for earlier. He mainly kept an eye out for his brothers to lash out at them. Sure he couldn’t put his brothers in jail but he sure could swing on them.

Leo noticed some bodies being knocked around and he thought nothing of it really. But he did watch however many fights started because of this. Some riots in the square were started with a simple shove into the wrong person. He shivered at the thought. Breaking up a riot? It was scary work even for him just a mass of bodies throwing punches and kicks at any and everybody in sight.

A few people moved away and that was when he noticed two men standing over somebody. A woman in chains? Leo watched intently as the men stood over her and grabbed her chains. He was more than sure that this wasn’t just some weird fetish the group had. It pissed him off and he was already seething he was itching to pound someone to a pulp. Apparently these men wanted to be the first of the day to taste his rage. Keeping a calm exterior he walked over to the men and cleared his throat loudly.

“Gentlemen do we have a problem?” He looked to each one with a hard look on his face. His features softened though when his eyes fell upon the woman. He kept his guard up while his eyes were off the men. His eyes locked with the woman letting her know he was going to help her get away. But by the looks of her it looked like he needed to do more than get her out of this situation. His questions would have to wait until later though. Clenching his golden gloves he turned to the men once again.

Mikey
Name (Nickname): Michael Silverra (Mikey, The Fox)
Attire: White short sleeve shirt. Black jacket with a hood. Black pants.
Weapon: Twin Daggers. Throwing knives.
Location: Inalt Town Square
Tagging: Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Mikey was moving fast ducking, weaving, bobbing and he had put a great distance between him and the officers that were chasing him. He was ready to make his final move though. That’s when he saw it. Luck was in his favor and there were some crates stacked next to a low hanging pole. They were stacked like steps like some outside force planted them there just for him. He smirked and turned back to taunt the men one last time. “Hey ladies it was fun and all but I’m getting bored. Good luck finding me in the slums.” Mikey didn’t even hesitate was a cart pulled in front of him in fact he might have increased his jog in a short burst.

Mikey left the ground in a two leaps and somersaulted over the cart. Surprising he heard a few claps from the surrounding spectators. The crates were on his right and he climbed them gracefully. Now all he had to do was make it onto the roof. The pole that was outstretched from the building hung ready for him. With a leap of faith he trusted in his skills. Mikey caught the pole and swung his body weight and swung up onto the roof his front foot almost slipping off. His destination was right in front of him. The slums was waiting for him opening its dark dangerous embrace to the expert thief.

(Exits dramatically to The Slums of Inalt)

darkangel76 · Nov 20, 2012

Name (Nickname): Alice Boswell (Al)
Attire: Brown corset with chains; brown mini skirt; brown leather boots; brown leather collar with metal o-ring and chains; brown leather wrist bands with chains.
Weapon: None.
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone; Leo, Kelly (NPC).
Time: September 1, 2650; Later afternoon.

Fear. It was an emotion, but also a state of mind. And it was something Alice knew all too well being from a place like Inchisoare. Her Master had drilled the concept into her over the past six months of her life and prior to that, her trainers. Her life had been horrific to say the least and she would forever bear the traits of a slave... for good or for bad. And given her current circumstances, it was seeming to be a bad trait indeed.

"You aren't going anywhere, bitch, except with us," the one man bellowed. His friend chuckled uproariously. "Indeed. And straight into our beds!" Both men laughed as they tugged on Alice's chains, causing the girl to fall to her knees and groan. Her tiny hands reached up to the chains that they held, though it was clearly in vain.

Suddenly, Alice noticed another man approaching--one who looked important, dignified. Immediately, she felt her heart stop and her blood run cold. She hoped this man wasn't like these two holding her chains. As it was, her life had already taken an ugly turn and to think moments ago she'd been relieved she'd escaped her life of slavery!

"No. No problem, sir. Just found ourselves a little pet," the one man said. Alice's dark eyes went wide with both fear and worry, tears forming in them as she turned her head a bit to look into the dignified man's eyes.

The moment Alice's eyes connected with those of the dignified man's something... happened. It was as if she suddenly felt like everything would be all right, would work out. Suddenly, she felt... safe. She knew it was silly and she couldn't even begin to explain it. Maybe it was the kind way in which he looked at her despite everything, the way he did so without pity--a rarity indeed. But whatever it was, it was something.

Again, the one man tugged on her chain causing Alice to fall. "Oww..." she groaned. She looked at the dignified man pleadingly, her eyes begging him to help her, knowing that he wouldn't leave until he did.

Kelly continued to watch from the shadows thoroughly intrigued. He would have to see how this played out to be sure. Whoever the victor turned out to be in this situation... hrmm... he would definitely have some interesting things to tell the others.

PrinceAltair · Nov 20, 2012

Leo
Name (Nickname): Leo Silverra (The Lion)
Attire: Royal blue shirt. Royal blue over coat accented with gold. Black pants. Gold gloves
Weapon: English Tuck sword
Location: Inalt (Entering the town square)
Tagging: Alice, Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Leo glared at the men and he raised an eyebrow. “You found her? And she’s a pet? Last time I checked humans weren’t pets. And you don’t just find somebody and automatically have claims on them.” He stepped forward getting into their face. He clenched his jaw tighter as the words slipped from his mouth deadly as poison. “It’s people like you that deserve to be thrown in jail and tortured.” Leo reached to the hilt of his sword dramatically to emphasize that this wasn’t a joke to him. He looked to each man making sure he had all of their attention.

“You all have five seconds to get out of my sight before I put this sword through all of you.” He snatched the chains from them dropping them to the floor and held out his hand to Alice to help her off the ground. “Are you OK miss?” He broke eye contact for a second to check on the woman on the floor. Something about her caught his attention besides the chains but he couldn’t afford to be distracted. “I’m counting.”
“Five”
“Four”
“Three”

Leo released his sword from its scabbard and he held it tightly. He was ready to put his sword to use that day. To release that legendary wraith of ‘The Lion’.

darkangel76 · Nov 26, 2012

Name (Nickname): Alice Boswell (Al)
Attire: Brown corset with chains; brown mini skirt; brown leather boots; brown leather collar with metal o-ring and chains; brown leather wrist bands with chains.
Weapon: None.
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone; Leo, Kelly (NPC).
Time: September 1, 2650; Later afternoon.

"Honestly, sir, you would run us through over a woman? One not even from here and obviously in chains?" one of them men scoffed. His friend laughed along with him at the very idea. When they watched him pull out his sword they merely arched their brows, hoping to call what they were sure was an obvious bluff.

Alice looked up into the dignified man's eyes and nodded before averting her eyes once more. "Yes, sir. I am," she said softly as he helped her up. She was cold, bruised and sore. And she feared for the men who laughed even if she was afraid of them, not to mention angry at their behavior toward her. She could easily see that the man helping her was hardly joking. The glimpse she managed of him was proof enough. The glint she'd seen in his eyes... there was a fierceness under the kindness he'd shown her and it would be unleashed if they weren't careful.

The two men just laughed as the count down began, the one reaching for the chains once again. "I'll be taking this and heading on my way." The friend looked over at man helping the woman and tilted his head, his face suddenly going white as he got a better look at his face, his eyes. He then nudged his friend as he swallowed hard, his laughter suddenly stifled. "Not sure if we should be taking the pet with us..." he whispered. "Hell no, not leaving without her," the other man stated. "Let this blowhard try and fight me for her!"

Kelly smirked from his hiding place in the shadows. This little scene was getting more and more interesting by the second! He had a feeling blood was going to be spilled and from the looks of things, from more than one person. Ah yes, this was turning into a most interesting afternoon indeed. Never a dull moment in Tara.

AlphaWolfQuin · Nov 26, 2012

Name (Nickname):Jasper Reigns
Attire:Black loose fitting jeans, Black Tanktop, Black Combat boots, Sleeveless Black hoodie
Weapon:Long Sword, Two pistols holstered on thighs, Hunting Knife(10 inch blade), throwing stars
Location:Inalt
Tagging:Anyone
Time:September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Name (Nickname):Chadwick Hughes, Chad
Attire:Black loose fitting jeans, Black Shirt, Black leather coat, Black boots
Weapon:Shotgun, Hunting knife on belt, Pistol in holster underneath his coat
Location:Inalt
Tagging:Anyone
Time:September 1, 2650; Afternoon

Both Chadwick and Jasper listened to the woman as she explained her act and both men had to admit that it sounded interesting. As the woman turned to walk away Jasper followed while Chad stayed behind for the moment. "So aerials huh? That sounds scary and exciting all at the same time, my kind of thing" ,he stated with a small laugh. He walked so that he stayed in her sights not wanting to be behind her for he believed that a man should only walk behind a target and she was not a target by any means. "So I have two brothers, well they're sort of foster brothers but brothers none the less, I was wondering did your show have any room for a couple of clowns" ,he asked jokingly trying to make conversation.

darkangel76 · Nov 26, 2012

Name (Nickname): Genevieve Marist (Gen)
Attire: Black and white striped corset top; maroon, black and white skirt lowrise skirt; black leather boots; black shawl; black lace choker.
Weapon: None.
Location: Inalt (town square).
Tagging: Anyone; Jasper.
Time: September 1, 2650; Later afternoon.

Gen turned around once again, her lips turning upward into a smile, when she heard a voice speaking from behind her. She instantly recognized it as the one belonging to the younger man who had spoken to her not overly long ago, inquiring about her act she performed with the circus. She reached up and pushed her long, dark tresses over one of her shoulders as her eyes connected with the man's.

"Hello again," Gen stated, her cheeks flushing ever so slightly. She was flattered that her act had caught someone's attention and she hoped that it meant that the others residing in Inalt would be just as excited to see it along with the other acts they all had up their sleeves. "Yes, aerials. And it is indeed rather exciting. The performance can get quite intense, but that is part of the thrill." Her smile grew bigger as she talked more about what she did, hoping that it further enticed a crowd for later. "You have foster brothers? That must be nice. I have no siblings," she admitted. "Though I wish I'd have had brothers..."

As Gen's voice trailed, so did her thoughts. She thought on her abusive father and the abhorrent things he did to both her and her mother. She also thought on her ex-boyfriend and all the terrible things he'd done. If she'd had a brother, perhaps her life would have been different, she'd have had someone to look out for her, to protect her and teach her. She might have seen signs and clues early on or avoided certain situations all together. But, life was such as it was... and now she would never go back to Uscat ever again. Not ever!

"Yours sound funny. No doubt they are lively. They'd probably fit in with the carnival," Gen giggled softly. "So, will you be attending one of the shows?" she then asked, giving him a smile. "I do think you'd enjoy it and I'd very much like it if you attended my performance at the very least." Her cheeks turned a bit redder as she asked him to come, hoping she wasn't being too forward in her asking it of him.

PrinceAltair · Nov 26, 2012

Leo
Name (Nickname): Leo Silverra (The Lion)
Attire: Royal blue shirt. Royal blue over coat accented with gold. Black pants. Gold gloves
Weapon: English Tuck sword
Location: Inalt (Entering the town square)
Tagging: Alice, Anyone
Time: September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

“Honestly gentlemen I would run anyone through that harassed any woman. Besides I’m already pissed off.” He felt bad for these men because they had no idea just how serious he was in that moment. His grip tightened around the hilt of his sword. He’d rather not cause a scene in the middle of the square but he wouldn’t allow the woman to be taken as a slave. The small voice drew his eyes away briefly. Leo nodded when she assured him that she was indeed OK.

“Two”

“One.”

“Looks like your time is up gentlemen. Enjoy your time in the hospital.” The fact that one of them reached for the chains even after the warning made him chuckle. He thrusted his sword forward and cut for his arm with expert skill and made similar shallow cuts across his chest. He quick-stepped to the other man and shot the tip of his sword deep in the other man’s right shoulder. “You should have taken me seriously.” He reached for Alice’s chains in the hand that held no sword and cut off most of the chains. “We’ll take off the remaining parts when I get you out of here.”

Leo whistled loudly alerting nearby guards. He needed them to take away the men and back up in case the two tried to continue their fight.

AlphaWolfQuin · Nov 26, 2012

Name (Nickname):Jasper Reigns
Attire:Black loose fitting jeans, Black Tanktop, Black Combat boots, Sleeveless Black hoodie
Weapon:Long Sword, Two pistols holstered on thighs, Hunting Knife(10 inch blade), throwing stars
Location:Inalt
Tagging:Anyone
Time:September 1, 2650; Afternoon.

Name (Nickname):Chadwick Hughes, Chad
Attire:Black loose fitting jeans, Black Shirt, Black leather coat, Black boots
Weapon:Shotgun, Hunting knife on belt, Pistol in holster underneath his coat
Location:Inalt
Tagging:Anyone
Time:September 1, 2650; Afternoon

"Oh if you met my brothers you may think differently" ,Jasper stated jokingly with a small laugh. The Hughes brothers were definitely a pair of wild ones that nearly no one could contain the two men were a handful to say the least and bringing them out anywhere was like taking care of two rambunctious teenagers. "The two are pretty funny if they promise to behave themselves I'll see if they want to come and see the performances, I personally love a good show and your act sounds very entertaining, I look forward to it" ,Jasper continued. He gave the woman a smile in return letting her know that he was indeed interested in the show and would be attending.

Chadwick shopped around for a bit before making his way back over to Jasper he noticed the young man talking to a woman and stayed quiet until Jasper finished. "I'm gonna head back to the house the boys probably have it in shambles by now feel free to stop by anytime kid we miss having you around" ,he told Jasper. Chadwick then looked to the woman, "You're welcome to come as well just beware of the two maniacs running around my house, oh and I wouldn't trust the old man either" ,Chadwick let out a laugh when he noticed Jasper blushing. "Oh I'm sorry he doesn't like when I talk to his friends that's why his face is all red".

"Dad" ,Jasper stated quietly shooting him a look.

"Alright, alright I'll leave you two alone, see ya soon Jasper dinner should be good tonight so I'd like it if you stopped by" ,Chadwick stated in response. He then gave the two a smile before leaving and making his way out of Inalt.

Jasper returned his attention to the young woman, "Sorry about that he likes to talk a lot" ,he stated with a laugh. "So uhm I know we just met and you probably think my family is a bit crazy after meeting my dad but I think I'd like it if you joined me for dinner, feel free to say no and run for the hills of course I won't take offense" ,Jasper continued letting out a small laugh afterwards.

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