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| Topic Started: Aug 23 2008, 04:48 AM (207 Views) | |
| Red | Aug 23 2008, 04:48 AM Post #1 |
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It had been an eerily quiet evening, even though the grinding and clanking of metal could always be heard from her little shop-house. Welheim's Arms read the small, easily unnoticable sign above the door. It was meant not to draw attention. She only dealt with people she knew and trusted. Granted, her trust with some customers were stretched thin. She couldn't be as picky as she liked if she wanted to keep her home and put food in her family's stomachs. Even the small shack of a house could be passed without a glance. It was the most uninteresting piece of architecture on the street. It was located a short distance from the market in the slum part of the residential area, right on your way to the lower levels of the city. It was always a bit dark there, but dim lanterns were hung on either side of her door to help. Ammie sat indian style on top of her work bench. It would definately be able to support her small figure as she bent over an array of half put-together gadgets and gears. Every time she would add a part, it would slide into place with a metallic hiss. When it didn't, like for instance, now, she would climb off the bench and make her way back to her fireplace, holding it over with a pair of long tongs until it softened enough to work with. This fireplace was the one and only reason she even considered learning magic. It had no other usefulness for her but this. The girl continued to glance at her front door every ten to fifteen minutes, expecting her little brothers to come storming in. They ought to be back soon... She wasn't going to have much time to make dinner tonight. |
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| Kite | Aug 23 2008, 05:00 AM Post #2 |
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The door burst open with a loud bang, obviously kicked in from the outside. There was only one person who would make such an obvious entrance, and he staggered through the door. Kite staggered through the door, covered head to foot in soot and dust. He was holding a gun-type weapon in his hand, although it seemed the end of the barrel had exploded. A furious expression was on his face. "OI!" He said as he staggered as quickly as he could toward Amrya. "Am, this crappy thing blew up AGAIN!" He said as he tossed the weapon to the floor. It had obviously been misused; most likely a clever enemy had clogged it, and Kite had fired it to 'clear the barrel'. "When are you gonna make something that doesn't suck for a change? If I knew this would blow up at any minute, I would have just stuck to blades and magic. This is totally and completely your fault." Kite ran a hand across his face, dirtying it even more. "AND LOOK AT MY FACE!" |
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| Red | Aug 23 2008, 05:11 AM Post #3 |
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The loud bang made her jump. High. And when she turned to see just who had damaged her door, her face turned bright red with fury. Before Kite could blink, a giant monkey wrench came flying at the side of his head. "You unappreciative monkey!!!" She would get in a few more hits if she could. "You destroyed another?! Don't go blaming your stupidity on me!" If she could, she'd be breathing fire, and though the girl was short, the flames of pure rage lit her eyes - a very frightening sight. "Gimmie that," Ammie swiped the gun from his hands and turned the gun to the side, inspecting its bannana peel of a barrel. "Yup. Totally your fault, Kite." She removed a giant rock from inside using only her fingers. "For a supposidly 'unbeatable merc', you sure are blind." The frustrated mech wiz threw the rock at him. "Watch your enemies better, and for GODS SAKE TREAT MY BABIES WITH RESPECT!" The broken gun was set on her work bench. "Anyhow, you look better like this. Covers your face." She wandered back over to the fireplace, muttering something about having to make a gun out of diamond for him. "...Sef and Heinrich will be back with dinner soon. I'm guessing you're staying tonight." |
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| Kite | Aug 23 2008, 05:18 AM Post #4 |
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Kite was nailed in the side of the head, and was on the floor seeing stars before he could do much else. He recovered his senses after a moment, and rolled away before she could get any more hits in. It was slowly becoming apparent he wasn't injured at all. "For a supposidly 'unbeatable merc', you sure are blind." Kite was about to reply, but he was hit between the eyes with the rock before he could get a word in. He was again on the floor, although this time he didn't bother getting up. "Hey, I didn't lose! Even after the stupid thing blew up. I'm the most badass Merc around!" He said, pointing upwards as he lay on the floor. Yup, totally not buying it. "And...I would treat your 'babies' better IF THE DAMNED THINGS WOULD WORK. And what do you mean I look better this way? I'M COVERED IN DIRT FROM AN EXPLOSION CAUSED BY YOUR FAULTY CRAFTSMANSHIP." Kite sat up, rubbing the middle of his forehead where the rock had hit. "And yeah, as long as you keep your liquor cabinet stocked, you know I'll be around. That last job didn't pay as well as I thought it would." |
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| Red | Aug 23 2008, 06:13 AM Post #5 |
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"You are incorigable," she put her foot down between his legs with enough force to make a loud 'thump'. She had just missed his jewels, on purpose. With her hands on her hips, Amyra wiped the side of her face, leaving a nice, long dirt smudge in the process. "Like I said, there's no problem with my work. Someone clogged the barrel and, like the dufus you are, you shot it. Don't you know you're not supposed to do that? Do I need to show you how to use a gun, hmm?" She turned and wandered off again. "And you didn't even get my insult. Why in the world do I tolerate you?" The mechanic was dressed in a white sleeveless shirt and loose gray pants, very generic. A bandanna of the same grey fabric held the top of her head to keep her hair out of her face. Some nasty-looking kicking boots wrapped her feet. She was as dirty as always. "By the way, I haven't stocked the liquor since last time you came over. That means I can get rid of you, right?" Ammie stuck her head out from around the corner, grinning goofishly. It was at about that time that a pair of youths came in through the already opened door. They were courteous enough to close it behind them, unlike the guest. Sef was dragging Heinrich behind him in a make-shift wheel chair their sister had created. A wheel chair, after all, wasn't the most difficult thing to make. "Sef! Boil some bath water for Mr. Doesn't-know-how-to-use-a-gun! Heinrich, could you prepare a pallet for him?" The boys nodded, Heinrich waving an unenthisiastic hand at Kite, and they began their assigned tasks. |
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| Kite | Aug 23 2008, 06:42 AM Post #6 |
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Kite didn't flinch as the boot barely missed damaging his abilities to 'preform'. Instead, he peeked around Amyra's leg. "To begin with, I THOUGHT it was supposed to shoot things. A rock is a thing. It should have been shot. Besides, the guy's face did some of the clogging too." Kite stood, using her knee as a brace to get to his feet. "And you tolerate me because of my charming personality, clever wit, and because I'm a pretty face." He said with a wink. His smile changed to a frown when he heard there wasn't any liquor anymore. "Oh come on. I wasn't THAT bad. And you can hold a drink or too yourself, unlike your little brothers..." At that moment, Sef and Heinrich walked through the door. "Speak of the devil, and the horns appear." Kite said with a wink. He ruffled Heinrich's hair as he made an apathetic gesture towards Kite, then turned towards his host. "So, when are you gonna start teaching these two something useful? Magic, and even this mechanic crap isn't all that easy, you know." |
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| Red | Aug 23 2008, 06:57 AM Post #7 |
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"..." She wore a face that said she wasn't buying it. "You're a dimwit. And don't get my little brothers drunk unless you want a hot iron rod up yer ass. That isn't an empty threat." So that was what their mysterious flues were. Hangovers. Amyra picked up the ingredients for diner and carried them off into the other room. There were no bedrooms. Pallets on the floor suggested they slept right there in the front room. The only other rooms were the bathroom and the 'kitchen' which was really just a tiny place with a very low table and a smaller fernace, as well as a water spout. "I have taught them. They know how to read and write. What they choose to do with their lives is their own business. They know enough to persue whatever they wish. Sweet boys that they are, they want to stay and help their big sister!" She began wearing another huge, silly grin, like a proud parent. She unwrapped a thick slab of meat and inpaled it, in pieces, on the spit over the furnace. Leaning back, with a quick little snap, she sparked the wood beneath it. Soon, Kite's pallet had been finished, but his bathwater was still heating. Ammie began seperating the vegitables. "What about you? What are you up to?" |
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| Kite | Aug 23 2008, 07:10 AM Post #8 |
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"Oh, you know me. If it isn't one thing, it's the other." Kite said as he followed her into the Kitchen and took a seat at the table. He removed his sword and scabbared and placed it against the wall. "Actually, that guy would have been a big payoff, if half his face wouldn't have been blown off. Not like he wouldn't have been executed anyway." Kite said with a sigh. It seemed lately the jobs he had taken had too many ways of screwing him out of payment. "That's why I hate working for the Church. They always find some way not to pay you for doing their dirty work." |
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| Red | Aug 23 2008, 07:21 AM Post #9 |
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"Maybe you should try not working for the Church then. Isn't there a place you can go to to get personal jobs?" With a large knife, she began chopping vegitables, then moved over to the water pump and ran them through. She took two or three trips like this. "Oh, and since you're not getting a lot of income, that means you won't be able to pay me to fix what you've broken, right?" Before giving him a chance to answer, she continued. "Don't worry about it. I'll start a tab..." "Kite!" Sef stopped in the doorway. Unlike his sister, his hair was golden blonde. Their eyes were the same, though. He was a scruffy kid, only turned eight last month. His hair was short and perpetually messy. He was dressed in an un-colored, brown tunic shirt a size too big and similar pants. They couldn't afford fancy clothes. "Your bath's ready." Amyra glanced from Sef to their guest and bobbed her head in the direction of the bathroom. "I should have dinner ready by the time you're done." |
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| Kite | Aug 23 2008, 07:33 AM Post #10 |
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"I'll work for anyone who's got the cash, love. It's the loopholes that are killing me. And don't worry about me paying you; I still have plenty from the last job. You know I don't leave any debts behind." He turned as Sef informed him that his bath was ready. He smiled and stood from the chair. "Thanks for that short stack. I know you're sister can be a slave driver sometimes, but she's a nice kid. If you want, I can teach ya a couple a tricks later so that she won't be so annoying." He grinned and winked at the boy, before heading off for his bath. |
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| Red | Aug 23 2008, 07:41 AM Post #11 |
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She glared daggers at his back for offering to teach her brother magic. Like hell he'd become anything like that vagabond! But when Kite left, she smiled serenly. No matter how much of a front he put up, he was a good guy beneath it all. Well, that's what she had gathered. No cold-hearted man would ruffle Heinrich's hair. "Don't let him teach you anything, Sef," she said when he'd left. "You'll catch his stupidity." "Haha. You talk like it's a disease." "It is a disease! He almost broke the door on his way in, you know. You would have had to fix it, probably." "Eh..." Sef heaved a tired sigh. "Yeah, probably." The boy turned and joined his twin in the other room as Ammie finished things off. |
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| Kite | Aug 23 2008, 07:48 AM Post #12 |
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It was after dinner, which was excellent, at least to Kite's palate. But hey, do you wanna trust a guy who starves for two or three days because he spent all his money losing at card games? In any case, Kite was once again lounging at the table while Sef cleaned the dishes. He glanced towards the boy, then after a moment leaned back in his chair. "So Sef, you're getting to the point where you're gonna have to do something with your life. You gonna follow your sister into the family business?" He stood up and poked him in the back of the head, a playfully evil grin spreading across his face. "Permanent slavery, kekeke." |
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| Red | Aug 23 2008, 08:00 AM Post #13 |
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The poke called his attention away from the dishes. Sef turned to face his poker. "Aw, come on. It's not that bad. I mean, other kids have to do chores too. And obeying is sometimes important! Especially here. You'll get a wrench in your face if you talk back. Hahaha," the boy rubbed the back of his neck somewhat nervously. "Okay, I'll tell you. Don't tell Ammie. I want to be a fighter. I want to be able to protect my family. I mean, Sis has her guns, but... I dunno. I know sometimes that's not enough. I wanna protect people like us." Just in time for him to finish, the dreaded Sis came from around the corner. Sef whirled back to the dishes. Indeed, if Amyra ever discovered that her little bro wants to selflessly plunge himself into battle, she'd worry herself to death. "Okay, Squirt. Time for bed. We have to get up early tomorrow." "What about the dishes?" "Eh, leave 'em. I'll do them later." "Okay." The boy tuned and disappeared. Meanwhile, Amyra withdrew a couple of full bottles of whiskey out from behind her back. "I lied. Let's do this outside so we don't wake them up, eh?" She grinned wolfishly. |
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| Kite | Aug 23 2008, 08:05 AM Post #14 |
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"If it wouldn't get me a wrench to the face, I'd kiss you right now." Kite said as he led the way outside; However, he stopped just short of the door and turned around to face her. He smiled a genuine smile, the only kind he ever gave when he was in her house, and hardly anywhere else. He grabbed his sword from the wall, where he had placed it during dinner. "I'm fairly certain there's plenty to catch up on too. It's been what, seven or eight months already?" He opened the door, waiting for her to go through before he would follow. |
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| Red | Aug 23 2008, 08:15 AM Post #15 |
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"Ehhhhheh... Yeah." Her brow twitched. Was that just her natural ruddy skin tone, or was it a blush? Which reminded her to pick up her weapon on the way out as well. On her way out, she shoved the second bottle to his chest and passed him. On the front step, she sat and pulled the cork out with her teeth. "Something like that, yeah. Not much has changed, really. Heinrich likes his books, Sef is getting into trouble..." she sighed. "I can't imagine when they leave the house." The first swig was taken, and just as Kite had expressed before, she certainly knew how to handle her liquor. The bottle didn't come down for some time. She wiped her mouth with the back of her hand. "I think I'd like to hear your stories instead. Much more amusing than mine." |
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