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Post by wes Thu 13 May 2021 - 7:15


all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
Lyndon Port had never been a quiet town. Even in the dead of night did the market streets flourish, the bright shop lights casting dark shadows in every which way. Strangers milled about, filling the streets with their boisterous presence as they gawked, bargained, and otherwise gambled their lives away unaware of the port’s seedier underbelly. Yet, there were those were smart enough to avoid the darker corners and alleys the streets had to offer. Opting, instead, to bathe themselves in the security of the more brightly lit areas.

It was in one of these corners that Wes resided. An alleyway, to be precise, tucked away behind a myriad of curtains and sheets. Those that entered would find nothing more than cigarette butts, garbage, and a few trashcans.

They had arrived early in the morning to Lyndon Port, he and the bouncer. Kiigan was his name. Employed more out regulation than any other real necessity, Wes had been keeping his eye on the blue-haired man ever since his first day at the casino. The Ivory Jewel very rarely saw any real commotion aside from its boisterous clients, but when it did things tended to escalate. And it was during one of these that the man had caught Wes’s attention. Had it not been out of the corner of his eye maybe he might’ve missed it.

Call it vested interest, but Wes had kept tabs on the bouncer ever since and had as of recently invited him to be his personal guard. He vaguely explained the nature of his business, something along the lines delivering a gift to an old friend. Surprisingly, Kiigan accepted the offer. He was either a risk taker or off his marbles. Then again, it could have been the offer of a raise.

Upon arrival did Wes make sure to show him where they would rendezvous, adding in an extra piece of information:

“You’re going to be handed a package, a suitcase, alright? Sometime in the night. You’ll know who it is when you see them. If not, they’ll find you. Once you have it, come to me. Understand? Under any circumstance. Don’t. Open. The case.” Wes had said, before telling him he was free to do as he pleased until then.

So now he waited, cigarette in hand as he leaned against one of the alley’s walls. He checked his watch. Almost time.

Kiigan better hurry.
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Post by Kiigan Tue 18 May 2021 - 11:32

Thank Fleuve'ir for the Ivory Jewel! A bouncer being bounced from tavern to tavern didn't pay well at all, and he was still paying yet another tavern back for the damages a certain pink-haired annoyance helped rack up but didn't stick around to reimburse. It was a stroke of luck that he found the opening at the higher-paying establishment, but it still wasn't quite paying enough. Kiigan was getting desperate to pay off his debt, especially with that cranky owner sending Adventurer's Guild peons to harass him and take his last vigs. It'd be nice to be able to buy himself enough food to fill his stomach...

The blue-haired man would have nearly jumped at any opportunity to make more coin, so it was a no-brainer when the boss offered him a pay raise simply to be his personal guard and gopher it seemed. Kiigan was great at fighting and smart enough to follow instructions, so he had that going for him. Even as they arrived early in the morning and he received his marching orders, Wes got nothing more than a "Yes, boss," before Kiigan disappeared into the port city to waste time.

It was funny how persuasive money could be. At home on Ilyanor, currency meant almost nothing. Nature was king and food was grown and harvested personally, for the most part, and all it cost was a prayer of thanks. Clothing was cheap but basic since showing off was rare for his race. He'd quickly learned its importance outside of the Gaiyan haven, but had yet to get enough to not live in panic. Otherwise, Kiigan wasn't particularly compliant with authority figures, and even less inclined to do menial things asked of him. The power of Vyldergold!

Being poor as he was, he didn't have too much fun roaming around the bustling and chaotic Lyndon Port. He'd twisted three pickpocket arms, been whisked into fashion stores only to be booted back out when they discovered he couldn't buy anything for his impressive frame, and peered longingly into some questionable drinking establishments chocked full of half-naked girls. One good thing was his belly was full. Kiigan had learned the art of dining on cafe samples on every street, so his stomach was at least satisfied though he was bored out of his skull.

Irritably thinking that he was being pranked, the rebellious angel was just about to pick a fight with some loud drunk guy when he heard a very quiet "Ey you, over 'ere" from under the docks.

She was positively ghastly. This poor woman, or at least he thought it was a woman, was hunched over and dragged her longer leg behind her as she slothed into the flickering lamplight. Scraggles of gray hair jutted out every which way, tied in a useless bun at the nape of her neck. Despite the dark, musty cloak, a tan suit was pulled around her lumpy frame with the jacket one deep breath from ending its poor buttons' lives. He half expected one of the buttons to pop off at him like a flintlock's bullet. Bugged eyes popped out at him from under spiderleg lashes, and her overlined lips parted to reveal a humongous snaggletooth that he simply could not stop staring at. "You're who I'm supposed to meet?" he asked incredulously, crimson hues still locked on that tooth.

She made some sort of noise at him, possibly a word that he didn't register as she shoved a brown leather suitcase into his hands. His eyes had finally moved from the snaggletooth to the large mole with thick black hairs poking out like pins in a cushion, and he was marveling over her mere existence when she basically crab-walked away in a shocking display of speed, disappearing into the shadows of the dock as if she'd never been there at all. The boss had some very weird associates.

While the angel wasn't known for his obedience, he held to his promise that he wouldn't open the suitcase. Of course, he was exceptionally curious about whatever Hairymole McSnaggletooth could have that Wes would want, but money. He didn't want to risk his payday. Hurrying to the rotten smelling rendezvous point among the sheets and curtains, he pushed some fabric out of the way until the man with the weird little smoke sticks came into view. "Took forever, but here it is," he said with a light scowl, towering over the redhead as he held out the package.

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Post by wes Fri 21 May 2021 - 7:35


all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
“Clearly,” Wes said as he removed himself from his position on the from the wall, the cigarette bobbin ever so slightly between his lips as he spoke. His attention went to the suitcase as Kiigan held it up to his face, causing him to reach for it with a bit of grumble as it may have been a bit higher than was normally expected. Bringing it up to his ear, Wes shook the suitcase gently. Whatever was inside clinked and shifted, letting out a sound like coins bundled closely together. Then, silence.

“…Are you sure you didn’t open it?”

At the question did Wes’s eyes lock with Kiigan’s own – his face turning into a serious, almost accusatory look. Smoke billowed from his mouth.

“You know, I don’t quite take to being cheated,” he said, letting the silence fall between then once more his brows furrowing as his gaze became more intent.

Then…

He smiled.

“I’m kidding!” he nudged Kiigan on the shoulder (or at least somewhere near). “You should really lighten up, you know. Smiling could do you some good from time to time. Since, ya know, you never know which day could be your last, after all~” he said, and despite the resounding cheer, Wes’s face immediately went back to normal as he turned away from the bouncer. Urging him with a soft “come on” he walked down the alley. However, as he rounded a corner and his hand went into his pocket Wes seemed to remember something.

Just where were his manners?

Stopping momentarily, his hand fumbled around some more in pocket as the coat around his shoulders slipped slightly behind his arm. A dagger, hidden away in a holster, came into view at his side. Yet, as Wes’s hand slipped out of his pocket, he produced a square and beat-up carton of cigarettes of some strange brand along with some matches. He held the box out to Kiigan as an offer to take one.

“I know I didn’t exactly explain much of what we’re doing today. So, if you have any questions, now’s a good a time as any to ask,” he said. Whether or not Kiigan took a cigarette Wes would continue walking.
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Post by Kiigan Wed 26 May 2021 - 15:38

Kiigan exhaled. There was something about being accused of something he didn't do before he got paid that had him holding his breath as if he was afraid this little man would turn into a viper and fang his ankle or something. He also wasn't really one to correct people when they thought the worst of him, though. He preferred for the truth to make itself known, as if was indisputable when the other person came to the conclusion on their own. No one ever believes the guy who screams "I DIDN'T DO IT!"

As he was nudged and some color wandered back into his face, he did let out a short, single-grunt laugh of sorts, though it didn't reach his lips. They were still pressed into a slight frown, but that was normal. He wasn't the smiley type unless something really good or really bad was happening. In a way, the reduction in the downward curve of his frown was his form of half-attempting to heed Wes's words.

At least if today was the last day of his life, he wouldn't have to worry about paying off that club owner anymore. Friggin' miser.

Wes's beckon pulled him along behind him, following his boss dutifully until he knew what he was expected to do next. There was a brief adrenaline spike when the ginger reached under his coat and the dagger came into view. It looked like he was going for the weapon, and for just a second Kiigan thought Wes's first joke might have been the truth and his claim that the accusation was the joke was the actual joke. Before he could make any defensive reaction, though, the hand slipped into a pocket instead and pulled out a weird box.

The weird box was offered, and out of pure curiosity, Kiigan reached forward to take one. "Thanks," he muttered, crimson eyes bright with interest. Oh, they were the strange paper smoke sticks that Wes had between his lips to make all that odd-smelling smoke. The idea of smoking in this world wasn't entirely foreign-- there were plenty of things to burn and inhale growing in Ilyanor-- but he'd never seen anything quite like these. After lifting it to his nose for a sniff, he held it back out to lit.

"I do have a question, actually," he said as he followed, mind mostly on the smoke stick but capable of multiple trains of thought. "Who was that... woman?" he asked, gruff voice laced with uncertainty and his mind haunted by her fugly face.

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Post by wes Sun 30 May 2021 - 4:16


all these little lies
and most of them are mine
my words are coated in honey and wine
Giving Kiigan a small nod, he couldn’t help but notice how the taller man brought the little stick up to his nose. By the look in his eyes, it almost seemed like he had never seen anything like it. And Wes had to wonder whether or not Kiigan had ever smoked before. He kept quiet, however, choosing instead to place his attention elsewhere. His gaze brushed along the rooftops, looking for shadows or figures or anything that could catch his eye. Only when Kiigan asked his question did he stifle a laugh.

Of all the things he could’ve asked.

“Really? That’s your question?” Wes took the cigarette out of his mouth, letting the smoke flow from between his lips. He shook his head in disbelief. You would think he’d be worried more about the contents of the case or, say, what lies ahead. Maybe even ask for any further explanation as to their mission. But, no, creepy old lady it is. Then again: a man who didn’t ask many questions was better than one who asked too many.

“She’s– Well,” Wes started, pondering over how exactly he was going to explain this. “A rarity among my employees. Name’s Millie. Tough ol’ gal. Can you believe she tried to swindle me out of a few good coin back in the day? Tried to take a bite out of me, too.”

Wes made a stabbing motion at Kii with the cigarette between his fingers, the same clinking noise could be heard from the suitcase at the movement. “You should see the scar she left. Had to knock her out before I could get my stuff back. Been working for me ever since.” He placed his hand on his heart, giving a half-hearted look before speaking the only truth thus far.

“Don’t let her looks get to you, it’s not like you’ll ever see her again.”

They rounded another corner. In the midst of their conversation, out of some nook or shadow, did a well-dressed man appear to start trailing behind them. Then, another. Wes didn’t pay them much mind, even as their step quickened, even as one of them seemed to be cracking his knuckles at both of the men before him, he just kept talking.

“Oh, but enough about that. Tell me, why’d you even accept the job offer? Who do you owe money to, huh?” He asked, half-joking, as he exhaled smoke from yet another drag.
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Post by Kiigan Thu 10 Jun 2021 - 13:44

Kiigan didn't really care about the case much. He probably should have, but the blue-haired man's brain seemed to be wired a bit differently than most. That and that woman was just so gross that nothing else mattered. "I've never seen anything like her," he offered, the comment off-handed since most of his attention was still on the stick that he'd now managed to light with his finger when Wes wasn't looking. "Even though I think she only had one tooth, I thought she might gnaw my arm off, so I can see it..." Now that he thought about it, she looked like he imagined most witches to look like...

After that comment, Kiigan rose the cigarette to his lips and imitated his boss by inhaling. For a second, every bit of swagger and general defensive grouchiness disappeared and he started to violently hack and cough as if he would die on the spot. "ACK- coff thanks-- Boss--"

Despite the tears in his eyes that he forbade from falling with sheer force of will, Kiigan came out of his coughing fit with a determined glare. Others might have tossed the caustic thing away, but not the angel man. The smoke stick would not defeat him! Especially when this small man walking ahead of him did so with such ease. It was a challenge now, so he'd continue to smoke it and stifle his coughs.

Despite his battle with the cigarette, Kiigan was nothing if not alert. At some point his hand slipped into his pocket and emerged with brass knuckles, though he made no movements to indicate it was aware they were being followed. He seemed rather relaxed except for the deeper frown forming just thinking about his debt. "I owe this club owner a bunch of vigs. This infuriating woman and I accidentally trashed the place, but then she made the owner forget all about her and left me with all the damages. It's a stupid mess," Kiigan explained, feeling a vein throb at his temple.

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