EDANITH > The Frontier

Old Guns and Glory [PRIVATE, Silv]

(1/5) > >>

Xcavius:
tap...tap..tap.tap. .tap..tap went Ankia's fingers as she listened to her favorite electronic songs from years ago. She lifted herself up from the bed stretching, her spandex suit complimenting every movement. She saw a notification on her Bphone, it was a message from anonymous...

A hologram appeared, of a man with half a face trying to kill himself multiple times throughout his life. A shadowy voice emanated from the phone: "This man, he's out here on the frontier for the longest of time. Find him, study him. Do not retaliate if he attacks, we need him alive. You'll be paid graciously for your studies. Just as fast as it appeared the hologram faded back into the phone once more.

"Weird, but hey a bounty is a bounty, sucks that I can't kill the man. Oh, well. Ti-700 attach." The plates released themselves from their closet prison and graciously formed around her body. Signaling a blue glow once everything was in place. Ankia grabbed Cartius and Tauron and mounted them in their respective magnetic holsters. "This'll be interesting."

She walked outside the sun was beaming all across the frontier, it was nice for a change. She placed on her slick dragon helmet that had a tinted holo-screen for her. With a little timely startup she bursted across the field in pursuit of this interesting man.

SilverDragonsBlood:
Kaladin trotted atop Spade, the black horse now a grey-brown from the dust of the long run. The battered man in the worn saddle had fire burning in his nearly black eyes as he moved naturally according to the large animal's movements. Spade had been Kaladin's only friend, but then again Kaladin never really came to Edanith in search of friends.

He hopped down from the saddle with a thunk, patting the horse's thick neck and tying the reins to a beaten wooden post. He cocked his head to the side and spat, staining the ground red in that spot. Kaladin ran his hand over his mouth, feeling the blood in his beard. "Fuckin' cunnies," he groaned to himself, rubbing his hand on his chest and coughing briefly.

That fight was refreshing. It had been too long since he killed something besides for food - something standing upright with an intelligent brain. They shouldn't have tried to steal from a man trained to kill. Got what they deserved.

He walked into the tavern inn, coughing and mockingly tipping his wide-brimmed hat at the man behind the bar. "What'll you have?" The man asked. Kaladin glared at the man from beneath his hat, and the man sighed. "Hard ale. Coming right up." The man placed a pitcher of ale in from of Kaladin, who drank it without caring about it dripping in his beard.

Xcavius:
Hovering just barely over the newly terraformed  lands, Ankia started to surf on her hover bike. Enjoying the amazing breeze as she whizzed on by. The day seemed to fall short as the sun did. By the time she even realized it was almost sunset. She slowed to a stop as something caught her eye, a dead man with a completely battered face, practically unrecognizable lying outside in the middle of the field. Looks like it's my target's work. So self respecting outlaw would just beat a man's face in.

Following small traces of blood, she happened upon a tavern, looked to be new. Beautiful horse tied to a post outside. After stroking its mane and dusting it off a little she headed inside. Few people at the bar itself, but her target was sitting right there, the holo-message matched perfectly. Ankia sat in the corner folding one leg over the other. Waitress came by: "What'll you have hun?" "Tea with a spot of sugar kindly." The waitress nodded as she walked away.

Ankia sat there sipping her warm and sweet tea as she observed the man. Not directly staring at him, but just an easy observation, studying him in every aspect she could.

SilverDragonsBlood:
The ale just seemed to get weaker over time, like it just didn't have the same punch that it used to. Bastards tryna getcha to shell out more coppers, Kaladin thought to himself, eyeing the man behind the bar. Ain't gunna fall fer dat.

The man had no real reason to suspect the bartender was trying to rip him off, but the cynical eye of a damaged man sees what it wants to.

The opening and closing of the tavern door caught his attention. Kaladin made a point to know when people came into the establishment he was at. Call it his suspicious attitude, or lingering military instincts, but he had to know. The woman had an armored bodysuit with at least one visible gun on her hip.

"No bitch needs a gun in a place like dis," he grumbled to himself, throwing back the last of his ale. He didn't have the slightest buzz, which meant he was in even a more sour mood than he was in entering the tavern. Still...he didn't like the look of the girl. She had just sat down and obviously ordered something, though he had no idea what. Odds are, if she was interested in him, she'd follow him out of the tavern before getting her order.

Let's fin' out, huh?

The man dropped two coppers on the counter and got up, angling his hat in a way that she couldn't see his face. He walked out of the tavern and mounted Spade, whipping the reins loose and kicking him immediately into a gallop.

Xcavius:
Ankia gave the poor old man some time before finishing her tea. She paid the bill, and went upstairs to the tavern window pulling out Cartius. "3 miles out, no wind, galloping in a straight direction.. Easy shot." Resting Cartius onto the windowsill, she pulled three highly potent tranquilizer rounds. She loaded the first into Cartius, took aim and held her breath. One for the horse two for his liver.

BAM! Clack! Tic tic.

The horse slowed to a crawl before collapsing to rest.

BAM! Clack! Tic tic.
"One for the bounty." The first tranquilizer landed spot on in his buttocks.

BAM! Clack! Tic tic.
"One for a drink."

Navigation

[0] Message Index

[#] Next page