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Rask's Broken Horn Band

@Blackwidow I'm glad I amuse :D Haha anyways yeah thats fine...you get a little shit who can't actually fight only because then you can not be amazing, but still practically kill him :) ANd no worries, this is my first night free in a while. I will be up until the early hours :)

To Rebuild A Galaxy (Jackson and Kita)

Jackson merely shook his head at the message and then offered a hand to Aria. The Asari didn't even bat an eye and Jackson assumed his audience was over, not that he wanted to overstay his welcome. Turning he made his way back out of the night club and headed to a local taxi service. It was a short journey to the area detailed in the message, however that didn't mean the environment didn't change entirely. Aria kept her money making levels fairly peaceful, down here it was anarchy. Small gangs of vorcha looked to be roaming around and Jackson simply shook his head as he watched an unfortunate Turian who happened to live in the wrong building being beaten up in a small alleyway. Paying twice the fare he should of Jackson thanked the taxi driver and cautiously made his way through the vorcha territory. He was no expert at subterfuge, however he had, had some training and steered clear of big groups of vorcha. However he ran into a group of four just outside of the building he was supposed to meet in. The vorcha looked fairly rough and had gang colour different to the ones he had already he had seen. Clearly not from one of the larger gangs on this level.

Before they could even speak Jackson activated his biotics and slammed a biotic fist into the stomach of two of them. The two vorcha hunched over instinctively whilst the third tried to draw his gun. Jackson drew faster and fired his pistol at the middle one. His pistol actually fired powerful buckshot rounds and so rather than blowing a hole in the vorcha's head, it blew the head apart. Next he pulled one of the vorcha to the floor with his biotics, whilst he shot the second vorcha in the chest, leaving a hole the size of the vorcha's head in his sternum. Finally he picked the last vorcha up with his biotics and looked the trembling creature up and down. Shaking his head he walked on, allowing his biotics to crush the vorcha's skull. Blood seeped all over the small alley the scene could have made some veterans cry. However not a drop of blood had hit Jackson, his shield had made sure to stop that happening. All in all the entire thing had taken less than ten seconds. Jackson had one task and that was to find Kita, he hadn't even broken his stride dealing with his advisories. Gun shots went off all the time, from what jackson could hear, and so he doubted anybody would go looking for the ones he had just created. Of course he was certain he had told Kita of his presence, though if she was as good as they believed, she was already watching him. COming to the metal door he noticed the keypad and so resigned himself to knocking loudly on the door.

Rask's Broken Horn Band

This is the kinda hurt I want you to do,@Blackwidow! ;)

A Game of Thrones: Westros

I will get a House Sheet sent later tonight, sorry been busy :) Also I wanted my house to leave the Vale for Kings Landing, is that acceptable to you??? :) PM me for shared details and what not, I am happy to create histories with people :) I am your king after all...

Oh and thanks Fox :)

Rask's Broken Horn Band

Wretha has a fight...as Rask said, make it bloody and then some of the weaker beings will clear out. Then I'm gunna announce pair up with the 9 of you that are left (Obviously you 4 each pair with an npc, with widow having fought.). Post a fight and then you will chosen.

Rask's Broken Horn Band

Rask listened to the chorus of names that crashed down on him like a wave. The crescendo of voices came together in such a way that Rask almost moved his hands to cover them, though he held back of course. Instead his eyes closed into slits and he scanned the crowd, looking for someone who stood out. Some of the people moved forward to greet him and he took special notice of them. Dogs stood around and yelped, adventurers made themselves known. Pointing at a fairly attractive girl who had introduced herself to him Rask spoke.

"You, Princess Thorne. Into the ring." Rask pointed into the cordoned off area, once again being used for fighting. "And you, ya' little gutter shite. Didn't hear your name. Into the ring a well." Rask had pointed at the wretch that had been looking to pick a fight with the young lady. He was puny looking and clearly liked the sound of money, not entirely sure just how dangerous the real world was. The 'boy' looked a little shocked to have been picked out however he was egged on by his peers and raced into the ring jumping around he stripped off his tunic to reveal a fairly scrawny body. On his waist he had a slightly rusty sword and he looked like he had never used it a day in his life. Leanign forward Rask whispered into Wretha's ear.

"Make it bloody, you show that piece of filth what you can do and I will be impressed. Especially considering your boasts that I could use you despite no ability to fight." Leaning back Rask stood and silenced the room with a single share of his hand. "Silence, watch the fight and let's see if either of these can be a Broken Horn. There was a silence for only the briefest of moments before many of the men began chanting and cheering the usual blood words that they sung when drunk and baying for violence.

Rask's Broken Horn Band

Haha nobody feel rushed, just letting people know my plan for when I pot, its slow at first but when we are all a bit more 'close and chummy' we can post more frequently.

May You Live in Interesting Times (A Murder Mystery)

Thank you and I shall edit that to, I assume tips can be given still??? :)

May You Live in Interesting Times (A Murder Mystery)

"C'mon, c'mon! One more and then I swear you can listen to whatever you like."

"No."

"But it's so good!"

"No."

"But it sounds so much better on the speakers, the headphones don't get the bass just right."

Oliver sighed and with a deft flick of the wrist navigated the touch screen on the dashboard to the music screen. Without any hesitation Jonathon leapt at the brightly lit piece of technology and navigated to the playlist associated with his bluetooth phone. Cycling through the tracks he smiled as he came to the right song. Pressing play he sat back onto the brown leather chairs and enjoyed the warmth of the built in heater as the track built. At first it was like any old rock track and Oliver briefly glanced at his brother, as if to say "This is not what I expected..." But then the track begun to build and Jonathon couldn't help but laugh as the bass rose. Sighing Oliver almost cuffed his younger brother as the man slid down the windows in time for the drop. Random strangers looked over at what had disturbed their peaceful night. Clearly drum and bass was not what they had had in mind. The sound echoed off of the beautiful architecture and inwardly Oliver wondered why his brother, of all people, had been invited to this and not himself. The song had reached a crescendo when Oliver turned it off.

"Hey!? Why'd you do that?"

"Because it's my car and we are nearly there. I don't want you making a total tit out of yourself." Jonathon grumbled but his brother was right on both accounts and so he simply shut up and looked at the light that was coming from, what he assumed was, their destination. It certainly looked the part and whilst it certainly wasn't what Jonathon was looking forward too, Oliver was terribly excited, though he tried not to show it. Pulling up the two men got out of the car, straightened their suits and put on the most roguish grins they could. Oliver slammed the door on the silver Mercedes and followed Jonathon in. Oliver already knew, an hour early here was on time. As such they were an hour and a half early. After being welcomed the two brothers simply kept to themselves. They weren't entirely sure what was going on and instead drank champagne and chatted like they had before university. The music was really to neither of their tastes. Too slow really. Whilst Oliver's pallet was more refined than his brothers obsession of 'bouncing', he enjoyed older rock and so the song simply didn't appeal. Though neither argued the singer had talent, as did the orchestra. When the boat finally arrived both of the men had shifted to the middle of the crowd and were doing their best to look over the other guests. Stepping onto the boat both men were slightly intoxicated and neither adapted to their sea legs perfectly. Both, though, were able to make it too the bar and quickly sat down and ordered their drinks.

"Do you see the two hot twins sisters over there?" Without even looking up Oliver responded, he was hanading the barman a tip.

"How do you even know they are sisters, JJ? For all you know they co..." Oliver didn't finish his sentence, they were definitely sisters. Sighing he turned back to his drink. "I am going to wait for our illustrious host to greet us before I really mingle. You can do as you please though."

"I think I will dear brother. Now, if you'll excuse me." And with that Jonathon moved from his brother and approached the two sisters at the bar. Reaching forward he interrupted them, hoping he had interrupted their ordering of drinks. Leaning in and smiling handsomely he put out a generic question to both of the ladies.

"And what can I get you two lovely ladies? It saddens me that two such fine people do not have a gentleman, or two, to make your lives easy." He had no idea that this was the Jones' sisters, of course.

May You Live in Interesting Times (A Murder Mystery)

Apologies for lateness, was busy for a few days being social...writing up an intro now :)

EDIT: Post is up.