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Jenramo is just gonna creep on Yui's gun for a little longer, I swear, they will talk to each other, he wants to see that gun soooo bad.
Jenramo Ventri






Jenramo sat among his comrades, the food was pleasant, and the cool air was starting to become cold. Jenramo pulled his cloak out of his pack and threw it on, his time in more frigid lands had been good, they were his favorites, yet here he was in a desert. Jenramo looked around and listened a bit to Pox and Yui talk about her weapon, he hadn't had many chance to speak with Yui, though he knew that the conversation would have to come about eventually, so he wasn't to concerned, it looked simple enough until you get the the trigger and breach, she might be willing to part with it for a day so he can get a good look at it right? Maybe it was wishful thinking, but if he promised more equipment, perhaps work on upgrades, maybe.

Jenramo knew well that these younger folk would be spry enough to handle hanging around the flames listening to the stories their leader wove, however, over the years Jenramo knew that morning always came faster than you expect, so he took his sword in its sheathe, set it in his lap and wrapped his cloak over more and shut his eyes. As he let his mind wander, his thoughts led him to his home, the snowfall leaving everything glistening lightly, the faint screams in the distance. The beast he slew, tearing through the city, devouring the people, yet Jenramo felt no fear, how many nights had he had this dream, how many times did he slay the beast? The darkened blade sinking into the beast was familiar, and as it had many times before, it died, and within he saw his family, he saw his friends, why did they always look like they were in pain? The sword pulled the images to it, drinking in the suffering on their faces, yet again, Jenramo let it, too afraid to let go of the memory.
Oh gods, thats a bright spotlight
Right-o, not mentioning that now.
So, I noticed that this is a remake, how far did the last one get?
Milo Ventri






Milo listened as Paige's tone changed and she talked about how much she hated this town, there was more disdain than he had really thought. He had not wanted to be here but she was right, of all the places he could have been, he did choose Sol. When Milo had left Delta, he had a list of places that he would like to live, Sol, Vegas, Calgary, Albany, several places, but he chose Sol because it was where he could get the best place, a place that Jackie and his employers had showed him. "True, I chose Sol, but I had no choice in leaving, all we can do is make the best of the situation." Milo sat up in his chair, "In the short time you have been in Sol you may have become one of the top law enforcement agents they have. Maybe this city is a cold, asshole filled mess right now, but in time, who knows, maybe you will find an asshole that isn't so bad." He chuckled at his own attempt at a joke, "Or at least you can enjoy one evening with the biggest asshole you know." As the waiter brought around the next bottle, Milo went ahead and poured Paige another and then himself.

Milo thought it over and could tell how hard the move had hit Paige, he truly felt sympathy, he knew the pain, though he learned how to deal with it long ago, too many moves, Delta was the hardest but not something he was unable to work past. He thought he wouldn't be able to make it with out his family around him, but he did, he didn't want to be without Ana, but he managed, he knew that there wasn't any chance that Paige would end up beat down by this, she just needed to adjust. "I feel like maybe you should try to spend less time working and more time enjoying yourself, you probably don't meet the best guys in your line of work, unless you're into scummy criminal types."

@Pilatus
Jenramo Ventri






Jenramo stood and cracked his back as he walked over to where Alm was prepping the food, he pulled out his belt knife and began to cut the vegetables to pieces before tossing them into the pot, "It's no problem, many days when I was a guard were spent over the fire, you learn to cook quickly when dry rations are all you have on a march." He grinned as he recalled his days in the guard, they had cooked quite a bit of wild game as they marched, practicing or escorting, whatever the reason. Jenramo looked to the healer now trying to pass one of his concoctions as currency and grimaced, another mage, how many in the Irregulars now were of their kind, Jing was so lenient about them, though as much as he distrust them, he trust Jing more, he will be there to protect them when things go awry.

Jenramo turned to Jing as he mentioned the loot they could obtain from this mission, "Material would be nice, the smithy is a bit bare at the moment, at worst selling off some for raw material will benefit us all in the long run." Jenramo grinned to his friend, the smithy wasn't really bare, but Jenramo did want new material for some experiments, namely to try and understand Yui's weapon, firearms are not his specialty, but he never backed away from a challenge, not in the field or the forge.

@Arthanus@Athol@ShwiggityShwah
Assuming Allant knows Jenramo's story, hes mostlikely envious of the man, having gotten to choose to fight rather than it being forced on him, though he does appreciate the man's respect for the dead and their memory. He probably pities the abtisocial little kid the group drags around, wishing she had a life to turn to other than monster slaying. I assume thats okay with the both of you, @AtomicNut & @RoccanIronclad?


No problem sounds fine to me. Also Jenramo isn't bashful about his past any that want to know it would
I like to get around one a day in most of my rps. :)
Jenramo Ventri






Jenramo listened to the wager that Stephan raised, and as much as he wanted to take the bet, he felt the same as Jing, that boy had already taken too much of his coin. Jenramo set against a the wagon, he unsheathed the greatsword from his back and took out his kit to clean it, the desert was not the most hospitable location for the maintenance of weapons but seeing as he was a smith, having him there was nice when the toll was taken on the tools. "I hope the man lives, though I feel Stephan has made the safe bet." The cold edge of his blade leaving a dark mist as he moved it, "The best I hope for is the death of the beast that brought us to this waste, perhaps a stone for the box." Jenramo had taken to collecting interesting Soulstones for infusion, he didn't do it often but he wanted to have whatever rare material he could find.

Jenramo looked about the camp he was glad he didn't have to spend another watch with the witch Gwendolyn, they didn't get along well, but it was mostly Jenramo's fault, he wasn't particularly nice to those that practiced magic. Alm stood off to the side prepping for dinner it seemed, he wondered if he would like help, "Alm, do you need a hand there?" He called to him while sheathing his blade.

@Arthanus
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