*slowly opens the door, poking his head in and peeking around*
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@Xeronoia I hope I left enough to work with. If not, just let me know and I'll add more.
All of the commotion of the fair was a refreshing atmosphere to the sounds of battle that Fero was so accustomed to hearing, and seeing. Places like the fair were a good reminder that life was to be enjoyed; that it wasn’t all about fighting, and money. Sometimes, even mercenaries needed a break from the everyday to just sit and relax, which is what he planned to do when he wasn’t thwarting would-be spiky-haired thieves.
Fero heard something from across the square, a chanting of sorts.
“Chug! Chug! Chug!”
He looked over to see the contestants in a drinking competition. A small grin appeared on his face when he noticed the one in costume fumble with his can, and drop it, causing it to spew its contents all over the place. His attention then went to the muscle bound one, surely he could do better, or so Fero thought before seeing him thump his own chest and struggle to finish his last can. The last contestant, a young, green-haired woman, didn’t seem to have the problems that the others were experiencing. That in itself was impressive. He then heard the announcer call time on the competition. He watched the judge walk from the costumed man, to the musclebound one, to the young woman, proclaiming her the victor. He thought that the small cheer that she displayed was cute.
“A young woman beating those two… that must be embarrassing.” He thought to himself.
Fero’s attention went from the “soda” contest, to the children who were rushing to Raynard to get an autograph. It was obvious that he wasn’t a fiend, or at least, a threatening one. “Hell, if his skill in battle is as good as it is to entertain a crowd, he could be a powerful ally” he thought to himself, though he wasn’t sure if the entertainer had ever fought a real battle, but it was fun to imagine.
Fero finally moved from his place near the west tables, towards Leene’s bell. He was headed to the drinking table when he was approached by a teenage boy.
"No way! You're Fero Maze, the best Mercenary in Guardia!" the boy said with excitement.
Without missing a beat, Fero winked at the boy, pointing his index finger at him. “And don’t you forget it!” he said as only someone with an inflated ego could.
He made his way to the table with Arianna. He looked to her with a small smile, then to the judge. “Count me in!” he said with a cocky tone. He looked to the table in front of her, seeing the 8 empty cans.
“Damn!” he thought to himself. He may have been in over his head with this one. He didn’t drink often, but he was never one to back down from a challenge. What if he lost to this young woman? His reputation would be tarnished. He could defeat undead lancers, Nagas, and Weevils, oh, and he lost a drinking contest to a young woman.
Oh boy..
Fero heard something from across the square, a chanting of sorts.
“Chug! Chug! Chug!”
He looked over to see the contestants in a drinking competition. A small grin appeared on his face when he noticed the one in costume fumble with his can, and drop it, causing it to spew its contents all over the place. His attention then went to the muscle bound one, surely he could do better, or so Fero thought before seeing him thump his own chest and struggle to finish his last can. The last contestant, a young, green-haired woman, didn’t seem to have the problems that the others were experiencing. That in itself was impressive. He then heard the announcer call time on the competition. He watched the judge walk from the costumed man, to the musclebound one, to the young woman, proclaiming her the victor. He thought that the small cheer that she displayed was cute.
“A young woman beating those two… that must be embarrassing.” He thought to himself.
Fero’s attention went from the “soda” contest, to the children who were rushing to Raynard to get an autograph. It was obvious that he wasn’t a fiend, or at least, a threatening one. “Hell, if his skill in battle is as good as it is to entertain a crowd, he could be a powerful ally” he thought to himself, though he wasn’t sure if the entertainer had ever fought a real battle, but it was fun to imagine.
Fero finally moved from his place near the west tables, towards Leene’s bell. He was headed to the drinking table when he was approached by a teenage boy.
"No way! You're Fero Maze, the best Mercenary in Guardia!" the boy said with excitement.
Without missing a beat, Fero winked at the boy, pointing his index finger at him. “And don’t you forget it!” he said as only someone with an inflated ego could.
He made his way to the table with Arianna. He looked to her with a small smile, then to the judge. “Count me in!” he said with a cocky tone. He looked to the table in front of her, seeing the 8 empty cans.
“Damn!” he thought to himself. He may have been in over his head with this one. He didn’t drink often, but he was never one to back down from a challenge. What if he lost to this young woman? His reputation would be tarnished. He could defeat undead lancers, Nagas, and Weevils, oh, and he lost a drinking contest to a young woman.
Oh boy..
Should we have our characters interact, or would that spoil something?
I'll post after dinner, which should be about an hour.
Oh, an Fero would never gloat about someone, especially a teenager, recognizing him. That won't do anything for his inflated ego. Nope.
Not.
one.
thing.
>.>;
Oh, an Fero would never gloat about someone, especially a teenager, recognizing him. That won't do anything for his inflated ego. Nope.
Not.
one.
thing.
>.>;
Fero Maze, a fearless, famous,(if not a bit pompous) mercenary in the kingdom of Guardia, had just departed from the dock of Truce, heading towards Leene Square. He heard the familiar sound of Leene’s bell as he was departing from the ship. As he approached the square, he looked up to see balloons being released into the air, and he could hear people cheering. It seemed that the festivities were already underway.
As he entered the square, people were loudly cheering at a display from an entertainer who had just caught a boomerang. It was too bad that he missed the show, but perhaps he’d see it at some point.
As he continued into the square, Fero stopped for a moment to look at the weapons that a salesman had. The man had a bushy, white beard, wore small round sunglasses, and he was holding a cane.
Fero brushed the long purple hair out of his face as he looked at swords, guns, and other weapons, but nothing that he could use, though he still admired their craftsmanship.
He was distracted momentarily by the sudden, and loud, coughing of an old man. He was sitting at a table with a sack of food that his wife had prepared for him. The old man stood up, and walked away from the table, still covering his mouth from the coughing.
Fero’s eyes narrowed when he caught the sight of a spiky-haired kid who looked like he was about to take the old man’s food, which was still in its sack on the table. He quickly cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the boy, and as soon as he did, Fero shook his head, and gave the boy that ‘I’m watching you’ look. The trident that was strapped to Fero’s back looked quit intimidating, even for those who were used to seeing such weapons in combat. The boy slinked off as the old man took his seat at the table and started to unwrap the food that his wife lovingly made for him to enjoy at the fair. He looked over to Fero, noticing that the mercenary was looking in his direction and gave a little smile. Fero’s expression softened as he smiled back, watching the old man enjoy his food. He could still hear cheering for the race and the excitement of the children around him as they played, and enjoyed the fair.
As he entered the square, people were loudly cheering at a display from an entertainer who had just caught a boomerang. It was too bad that he missed the show, but perhaps he’d see it at some point.
As he continued into the square, Fero stopped for a moment to look at the weapons that a salesman had. The man had a bushy, white beard, wore small round sunglasses, and he was holding a cane.
Fero brushed the long purple hair out of his face as he looked at swords, guns, and other weapons, but nothing that he could use, though he still admired their craftsmanship.
He was distracted momentarily by the sudden, and loud, coughing of an old man. He was sitting at a table with a sack of food that his wife had prepared for him. The old man stood up, and walked away from the table, still covering his mouth from the coughing.
Fero’s eyes narrowed when he caught the sight of a spiky-haired kid who looked like he was about to take the old man’s food, which was still in its sack on the table. He quickly cleared his throat, gaining the attention of the boy, and as soon as he did, Fero shook his head, and gave the boy that ‘I’m watching you’ look. The trident that was strapped to Fero’s back looked quit intimidating, even for those who were used to seeing such weapons in combat. The boy slinked off as the old man took his seat at the table and started to unwrap the food that his wife lovingly made for him to enjoy at the fair. He looked over to Fero, noticing that the mercenary was looking in his direction and gave a little smile. Fero’s expression softened as he smiled back, watching the old man enjoy his food. He could still hear cheering for the race and the excitement of the children around him as they played, and enjoyed the fair.
Woo! I'll check it out, and reply, after I get back from the dentist.
An SUV pulled up, stopped in front of Primas, and the passenger door opened. Vance stepped out, keeping his hands close to his body. Unknown to the driver, Vance had created a small knife that he kept concealed under his wrist, just in case. Everything that he had been through had conditioned him not to trust people easily. This place, though, this 'school', sounded like a sanctuary for people like him.
The blue energy knife that was concealed under his wrist slowly vanished as he calmed down. At least now that he was out of the car, he could run if necessary, but thankfully it wasn't. He tossed the driver a few bucks for the ride, nodding in thanks as the car drove away.
He looked up at the school. At first, he didn't believe it. He had seen too many movies as a kid, and it had him believing that he would be approaching a glorious mansion with all of the amenities, probably led by some bald guy in a wheelchair, but this was far from it. It looked run down, like an abandoned hospital.
"It is what it is" he thought to himself. Sighing softly as he adjusted the pack that was slung over his shoulder, walking towards the building.
He opened the front door, which led to the offices, it was eerily quiet. He started to approach a door, when he heard voices coming from further down the hall. Slowly approaching, he opened the door to the common room, peeking inside before entering, it was that damn paranoia again. When he saw people around his age standing there, talking, he fully opened the door and walked in. Not one to interrupt, he kept his distance from them, though his guard was lowering. He'd half expected an ambush from government officials.
The blue energy knife that was concealed under his wrist slowly vanished as he calmed down. At least now that he was out of the car, he could run if necessary, but thankfully it wasn't. He tossed the driver a few bucks for the ride, nodding in thanks as the car drove away.
He looked up at the school. At first, he didn't believe it. He had seen too many movies as a kid, and it had him believing that he would be approaching a glorious mansion with all of the amenities, probably led by some bald guy in a wheelchair, but this was far from it. It looked run down, like an abandoned hospital.
"It is what it is" he thought to himself. Sighing softly as he adjusted the pack that was slung over his shoulder, walking towards the building.
He opened the front door, which led to the offices, it was eerily quiet. He started to approach a door, when he heard voices coming from further down the hall. Slowly approaching, he opened the door to the common room, peeking inside before entering, it was that damn paranoia again. When he saw people around his age standing there, talking, he fully opened the door and walked in. Not one to interrupt, he kept his distance from them, though his guard was lowering. He'd half expected an ambush from government officials.
@Ryuzaki I like that idea.
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