Human Prologue

[DemetrioMachete]

Central Mendala, Wednesday, 6:17 PM
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Evenings were the ideal times for someone like Oswald to get to work, he thought to himself. Most men and women had just finished their work, sent their children off to their rooms to prepare for sleep, all while they went out for a night in the city, likely to get absolutely hammered. There was no less aware victims than a Drunkard. 


He slipped into the lantern-lit tavern, and sure enough, he was greeted by the sight of people partying and poisoning their bodies beyond reason. With a sigh, the thief went to work. His attire helped him to not stand out.. as did his mustache, oddly enough. Most people suspected thieves and pickpockets to be either teenagers or hooded rogues, not a middle aged man. He slipped by with ease, taking a great many gold and silver coins into his own pockets before he sat down, the busy tender demanding an order from him.


"Water. I'll take it with me." he replied calmly, slipping a few of his stolen coins onto the countertop. Within just one minute his request was answered, a wooden mug filled with water. Typically, if one had a glass mug, and one tried to leave with it, they'd get shot. Wooden mugs were introduced so people could take their drinks home. Carving wood was easier than blowing glass, after all.


After that, Oswald returned just outside of the tavern doors, gulpi g down his water as though it were a beer. He couldn't bring himself to actually drink.. what would Alma and Erin think? It just lead him to sigh, and mutter to himself.


"I'm chasin' after rumors.. they'd better be true. Gham's pretty near to here.. Won't take long to get there. Won't take long at all..."


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[SirGrey]

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Jack had felt these sensations before. The cold power of a revolver in his hand, firing raw hot lead at a target before he even has times to react. The cold moonlight burning down on him as he squeezed the trigger.  Seeing the blood tickle at from him, with the vacant expression of lifelessness. The first this time this happened, Jack felt sick up to his stomach with blood on his hands never seeming to come off. Now he feels nothing at all, with the blood on his hands becoming so great that there is now way to wash it all away. The man who had just been added to Mr Trenton's long body count had information on the Crown which he intended to give to their many enemies. So Jack was sent after them. Sending a note of completion back to his contact, Jack looks over his next contract A town seemingly abandoned.  Rumours about monsters. Apparently, these rumours were enough for the Crown to get nervous. Jack didn;t really want to believe in that kind of stuff, but well he's had an interesting life. Plus he is getting paid to care so you know.


Getting on a train the following day, the bounty hunter got a few looks. The burn scar down the side of his face didn't endear him to most folks. Still been long enough that Jack doesn't really mind. Besides meant he got a train seat all to himself. Sleep for most of the journey, Trenton's thoughts drift to that of monsters and the kind he's meet, and what he's done to them. He normally didn't try to think too hard on it, not that he was ashamed of what he has done, but that didn't make it any less pleasant. Waking up just as the train arrived, Jack hopped off with only a small duffel bag over his shoulder, a rifle on his back and two revolvers at his sides. Going into a nearby tavern which was just a few miles outside Gham. Going inside he went to the tender and asked for a drink before asking "You know anything about Gham, a town just a few miles from here".  @DemetrioMachete

 

[Trombone Geek]

Cameron swung down from the ancient balcony onto the one below. He was exploring an ancient, forgotten city, while entrance was carved through a great wall that housed what was likely the nobility. The doors to this specific room and no other had been locked.


The treasure hunter cast a brief glance to the dying rays of sunlight peeking over the edge of the great hole that housed the city, glancing off of the water of the black, deep lake. The lakehouse was due to be Cameron's next destination, but first this room.


He entered, torch in hand, to observe what seemed to be a bathhouse of sorts. One bronze pipe was busted and that wall was scorched violently, the imprint of an unfortunate human being left in its wake. 


The words 'beware Gham' and 'The Dwemer Law' we're written in old, dried, rust-colored blood. Creepy, and thoroughly interesting, that this long-dead civilization would know of such a place, a place that was still churning rumors out to this day. Humming in contemplation, Cameron moved out of the room and continued on, dropping the rest of the way and rolling on surprisingly soft grass, and began the long walk to the lakehouse.


--One Week Later--


Cameron whooped in a mocking way as he flew through the tavern's door, an angry behemoth of a man stepping through the threshold as well and shouting in some foreign language.


"Yer momma was a hamster and yer father smelt of elderberries!" Cameron responded, quoting Monty Python and throwing a spilled tankard at the man. His eyes widened and he scrambled away as his bully's--or maybe Cam was the bully here??--fury increased and he picked up a table. A FRICKING table!!


"What the hell?!!" the treasure hunter yelped, barely managing to roll out of the way. By now the bar was a mess of pissed-of patrons itching for a fight, most of which who went for the room's main attraction, allowing Cameron to slip upstairs and, if he made it, out a window; toting the new addition of some family heirloom dagger at his side.


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[DemetrioMachete]

((If this was supposed to be actual RP and not just the characters' reasonings for going to Gham, let me know and I'll add to this post.))

Yeah.. wanted the humans to band up. Add that in, would you kindly? @Trombone Geek

 

[That Poppy]

Mary lifted her head attempting to undertake the actions her mother had described to her, although this merely earned her taunting chuckles from her youthful sister. Mary somewhat from the corner of her eyes looked at her sister after seeing her sisters taunting face that seemed to mock her ever move her head plummeted. glancing upward in the front display of her stand her parents who appeared to be slightly whispering. Both were of course scolded by grandma who pulled her son's ear sealing him, causing both sisters to turn to each other giggling noticing their grandmother's gaze who pierced through their skins, Mary looking downward she placed a hand to her mouth to stop her giggling. Her parents seemed to be very excited to be seeing their friends, the family who reasonably ruled in these times...literally ruled. The so-called guards escorted us in, instead of the usual hugs and kisses, since the two families are formerly very close. One by one her family respectfully bowed their heads, Mary bowed a tad slower she was a bit clumsy and wasn't very balanced. 


" It's an honor to see you again, uncle. " the large room who held many looked around confused some snickered...mostly women who didn't fancy Mary mostly because of her facial looks rather than her body, her ebony hair and white skin and natural looks was the desire of most women at that time. The head of the city leaned towards in his chair merely uttering " Eh."  showing the female that she needed to higher her voice, this has forever been an obstacle for Mary who was soft spoken, although she wasn't whispering it was always hard for people to hear her even when she was talking normally. Mary rushing over with swift steps that made her look as if she wasn't even touching the ground, kneeling down on her uncle she bobbed her head smiling lightly,


" The day that I see my Uncle is the day where my heart is most calm. " this greeting only earned her a small smile and a peck on her forehead,


" How was your day my dear? " 


" As my family motto goes ' I am the most happy' . "  Mary's Uncle turned to his wife who sat there with grace slightly chuckled looking up to meet her her husband's gaze than towards her niece, " And why is that dear Mary? Please enlighten us, we would all like to feel your happiness. " Mary turned to her aunt she took her aunt's words to heart standing up, she took a few steps back standing in the same place she had bowed down to greet them. Lifting her hands she made a circular motion, 


" I saw the moon today...it looked down upon me it looked like a big eyeball in the sky." the female giggled looking at certain guests who had been eagerly listening to her, lifting her gaze from the guests she placed it on the marble ground eyeing it like it was the most entertaining thing in the world. " Do you identify what I was thinking when I laid my eyes upon it? I thought that we were all looking at the same clear sky that had the same moon attached...I don't know what that means, though. "  Mary paused for a second, yet when she completed her sentence her head lifted back up her lips pursed into a light smiled causing her family members to sigh.


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Mary looking into a mirror found an indistinguishable woman staring back her, Mary shifted to look at her sister, " Nala...what do you think uncle and father are talking about? " the younger sibling rolling her eyes dropped her pearls on her rack and turned to leave the room overflowing with candles. It was clear that this family not only royal but old fashioned and preferred to use candles. Mary turning to glance out her window which was wide open, leading to the balcony, Mary stood up leaving her brush behind walking outside the balcony the female felt the breeze sweep her hair backward as if telling her to go back. Leaning onto the edge she looked up smiling to be greeted by the bright rays of the full moon,


" Mary! " startled at the shooting of her nanny, Mary jumped walking in closing the large windows that once lead to the balcony, " Maya, Maya I'm right here, what's wrong? " Mary's nanny came rushing towards her and forcibly placed a hand to her lips shushing and motioning for her to lower her voice, Mary found it strange that for once she has been told to lower her voice yet at the same time she was proud, " Maya, you were the one screaming...what's wrong? " the old women in her mid 4os didn't bother to catch her breath, " Your father-  he-he's a fraud- not that- kind. His-riches...all fake the police are after him" Mary simply tilted her head at her moment of confusion her grandmother came in, " Mary. " her voice was hushed yet still held much power and strength, " Grandma what's wrong? " the female said rushing towards holding her forearms her mother sister followed her grandmother inside her room. Her grandmother sighed, " Mary your father is being chased by the police. He has stolen much money, he is also involved with many illegal things he didn't mention...He has a high price on his head and there is also a price on all of our heads..also. The unhealthy side of the city is searching for not only him but us. Those who can't fight will likely target us...we need to leave. " Mary's eyes widened her knees betraying her she fell onto the marble looking up at her aunt, " No, I'm not leaving father. This place is my home. " her grandmother kneeled down gripping her shoulders she slightly shook her to wake her up,


" Mary wake up! Your father left, he warned us and left. " she said taking out a piece of a paper handing it to Mary, " This isn't even our home this home...it wasn't made on your father sweat and hard work nor his money but the money of the  poor who begged him to give it back...THIS isn't our home and it never was," Mary slowly got up using her grandmother shoulder as support her knees once again almost gave up but the female held her ground reading her father's letter. " Mary. They are coming for us." looking up she meet the stare of her grandmother her she was complaining about her father leaving and deceiving her when his mother was probably suffering the most. Nodding in response to her grandmother she motioned for them to leave, " I'm sorry, your right. "

 

[DemetrioMachete]

As the... burn victim? Approached Oswald, the mustachio'd thief was about to reply when he heard a crashing from inside the bar. The noise and the nuisance made him cringe.. but it soon faded. He sighed, now getting around to answering Jack.


"I was actually headed there.. figured if what they're saying about treasure is true, I could feed my family on that; maybe start one of those investments aristocrats take on." Oswald shrugged his shoulders, extending his hand to this Jack character.


"Name's Oswald. You need a lift to Gham?"


In terms of appearance, Oswald had clear signs of aging with his slightly wrinkled face and bushy mustache. He kept a three-pointed hat atop his head, as well as a brown overcoat over his black shirt and brown trousers. His boots were heavy and black.. the only apparent arms he had on his person were a revolver on his side, and a peculiar saw on his back.


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[SirGrey]

As Jack sat downtown enjoy his beverage, someone came up to him asking about his comment on Gham. "So you some kind of treasure hunter or a thief maybe... well it doesn't bother me at all, I just need to get there. I need to check out rumours of strange goings-on in the town, well all gotta pay our bills somehow" he says shaking the old fella's hand. "So yeah I'll take you up on that lift, also Jack". 


As he was talking, Jack became aware of fights starting up all over the tavern. As he stood up to deal with some of them, he spied someone running up the stairs. Sneaking up behind him and pulling his revolver he said: "Move a muscle you're gonna fell some hot lead fly through you". Fire a  warning shot, his half burnt face squinted at him. @Trombone Geek

 

[Trombone Geek]

"Easy," the man muttered to himself with a grin, lifting a window open and about to climb through when a voice shouted at him from behind. Cameron whirled, not taken aback but observing the man who had chased and threatened him. He was still hunched slightly, on the balls of his feet and ready to move, but the lanky man relaxed into a straight posture and stuffed his hands into his jacket's pockets. "Well. Not much of a reason to be threatening me with such a rare weapon, is there?" he asked, his tone casual. The treasure hunter kept a wary eye on Burnt-Face's trigger finger but didn't make any move to escape or stop him.

"Look, surely we can solve this peacefully. I didn't interrupt your dinner--that was the other kid's fault--and there's nothing prompting you to stop me, so.." He held up his hands to show he had no intention of pulling his knife on his opponent. 

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[DemetrioMachete]

Oswald calmly followed behind, curious to see what Jack was up to. When he pulled a gun on the noisemaker, he couldn't help but chuckle to himself.


"Well.. I can see we're off to a good start." he replied sarcastically, making himself known to the one with a gun at their head. 


"Here's a question that'll remedy the tension.. you ever played chess with a horse?" He'd wait a moment for those present to absorb such a bizarre question, but afterwards he corrected himself.


"Actually, uh.. what would you happen to know about a little hamlet called Gham?" 

 

[SirGrey]

Keeping the gun aimed at Cameron, Jack says "No there ain't I'm sure there is a reason to kill you with it" with a cold tone to his voice. He's killed enough people, so another one added to the body count wouldn't matter. "But I guess you right like you said you weren't the guy who ruined my dinner, that would be the guy lying on the floor with a broken arm," he says keeping his finger on the trigger. This guy was keeping his hands away from his weapon. False sense of security,  or a genuine attempt to show he didn't mean any harm. Listening to Oswald he says "You often talk crazy shit" as he puts his weapon away. "Wait you mean you want this guy on our side?". @DemetrioMachete @Trombone Geek

 

[Trombone Geek]

Cameron tensed, his eyes narrowing fractionally as the man aiming a gun at his head made more threats and didn't remove his finger from the trigger. "Yes, it would be, wouldn't it? Thank you for that," he said, his voice still amiable but a bit strained. "And, uh.. No; no, I've never played chess with a horse," he added in response as another person trudged up the stairs and asked a strange question. Then the newcomer mentioned Gham, and an excited grin spread across Cameron's face, widening into almost-laughter when Burnt-Face looked surprised, inwardly thankful for not being in danger anymore.

"I know a thing or two, heard a few rumors. You lookin' for a third member to your jolly party?" he asked, hands dropping to his sides. The treasure hunter rocked on his heels and back, suddenly looking very impatient. 

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[DemetrioMachete]

"As they say.." Oswald nestled himself in between Jack and Cameron, offering them both his hand, proposing a handshake.


"The more the merrier, eh?" behind his mustache, Oswald wore a false smile. Okay.. Not entirely false. He did want to make a good acquaintance with both of these people, but he was also trying not to get shot.


"Name's Oswald. I got a horse outside, I'll carry the lot of us to Gham, we'll have a grand ol' time. Been hearing talk of treasure.. figured my wife and son could use that.. "

 

[SirGrey]

Jack shakes the old man's hand again with a sigh saying "Jack I'm heading down to that town to look into some rumours so don't worry about taking the goods".


"When are we gonna get heading out then, unless you'd rather get involved in that bar fight that rumbling downstairs, especially consider one of use started it," Jack says as he looks out of the window to consider how big a drop it will be. Should be fairly safe, as jumping out of windows go. "Hope you don't mind heights old timer". @DemetrioMachete @Trombone Geek  

 

[Dendyne]

The train station was modest at best, two pairs of tracks with faint rust spots growing up their length, and only a handful would be getting off at this particular stop. A young woman with a mop of mahogony hued lockes, done up in a loose ponytail that just touched the shoulders of her maroon, double-breasted penny coat, instead of slacks ( the idea of a woman wearing pants in this society was typically met with disgust and revulsion by the vast majority, as if wearing a pair of slacks could turn a high-class lady into some squalling beast at any moment ) she wore a pleated skirt of a slighter lighter shade of red- hemmed at the mid-shin, and a pair of cotton knee high socks stuffed into polished black leather shoes arching into fat wedge-shaped heels, straps wrapped over the shoe tongues and secured her feet in place with a silver buckle that winked in the passing glow of the lanterns that lined the street. Overtop of her outfit, a shield against the cutting effect of the lighty, billowy breeze, she wore a brown, heavy woolen cloak with the hood hanging down, flapping gently against her narrow shoulder blades. She also bore the strap of a burlap, messenger bag across her left shoulder and gripped the smooth, wooden handle of a black leather carrying case, a strap came overtop from the back and wrapped the face vertically with another silver buckle poised between the middle and bottom of the bag.


Dani stepped across the train station, her heels clicked softly against the wooden boards that made up the station platform, and broke out into the street. Lanterns lined street lamps on either side casting light against the mostly darkened buildings and a lively looking tavern across the road from her, though the moon shone so brilliantly tonight that she was sure the lanterns could all blow out and her vision would be no worse for the change.


"Weeeell, there were rats.. Rats.. As big as alleycats, at the stooore.." Dani began to sing quietly, just above a hum, while she dug into the pocket of her penny coat with her free hand and pulled out with a folded piece of paper. She unfolded it with her thumb, careful not let the breeze strip it out of her hand, revealing a small map of the area with a maze of lines denoting pathways and roads. One line in particular ran thick and led from the square, labelled 'TRAINSTATION', towards the North before winding like a snake into a circle bearing the word 'GAUM', she knew the train she was ran West to East so that put North directly in front of her.


"Yes, there were rats. Rats.. As big as alleycats," The lyrics, thought up but never written by Dani's late grandma had always made her smile as a child, and the same rang true now if the sly grin resting on her lips was any indication. She folded the paper back up and after returning it to the safety of her pocket, started down the Northbound street which was really just a dirt road that badly needed to be oiled down. Dust kicked up in little puffs with every step, almost passing by the tavern completely without so much as a cursory glance when a racket broke the silent quality in the outside air.


Dani stopped in her stride, her head whipped towards the tavern like a hair suspect of predators while her eyes scanned each of the brightly lit windows in turn. A table flew into frame on the furthermost right one and disappeared behind the wall before reapping in another window where it slammed against the floor, one leg snapping off and flipping towards the bar. The barkeep was screaming, his face impossibly red and his one arm waving about overhead, though he clearly would not dare leave the modicum of safety the counter providing from the numerous objects now zooming about the spacious room with violent intentions. Two men came running into her eyesight, slammed into each other in a rage and went down swinging wildly at the other until dropped out of view through the middle-left window. The chaos unfolding before Dani held her gaze with an implacable force, disgust mingled with a feeling almost beyond fascination, that got her adrenaline pumping slowly and after a few longs minutes that had felt like mere seconds, she came back into it. The world around her that had seemed so far and faded away screamed back into reality and Dani's intuition began whispering out the folly of standing there slack-jawed, outside a place full of angry drunks. Drunks, especially angry ones, especially ones that had their blood hot from a wild brawl, were a dangerous and unpredictable breed, so she skirted the building quickly when the front doors burst open, spilling a trio of young men in the dirt in a heap. The bigger men sat up awkwardly and began raining haymakers on each other while the smaller one of the three was on bottom and squirmed like a worm caught in a bird's beak, dropping a hammer fist on the other two that was barely noticed. Dani ducked into the alleyway between the tavern and the next shop over, shoulder checking as she came around the corner to see if she was being followed. She wasn't.


Dani breathed a sigh of relief, vaguelly aware of the voices she heard from an open window overhead.

 

[Trombone Geek]

"Yep!" Cameron said, cheerful again now that the threat of death was no longer looming over his head. He shook Oswald's hand. "I'm Cameron, also lookin' for some treasure but only the real valuable artifact types," he added, moving over to the window. "Not too far of a drop. I can manage it, but I'm not sure about you two," he said, resting a foot against the windowsill and half-perching on top of it, ready to jump out at any moment. He took a quick glance down, and tapped loudly on the wood to catch the attention of the figure below and leaning out so she could see who was talking to her.

"If you could move, Ma'am, that would be lovely; I'd hate to land on ya," he said. Cameron leaned back inside for a moment. "I'd rather not get involved downstairs, so if you lot decide you want to I'll wait." With that, he jumped right out of the window, forgetting to check to see if the woman underneath had moved yet. 

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[Dendyne]

Dani stood with her back pressed against the tavern wall when an almost cheerful voice floated down from above,


""If you could move, Ma'am, that would be lovely; I'd hate to land on ya," the voice spoke, not unkindly.


She looked up and saw the brief glimpse of a man before he leaned back into the window and out of sight,


"Uhm.. what?" she replied entirerly to herself, she took a few tentative steps to the side, keeping her gaze on the window noticing the toes of a shoe resting against the sill.


In a burst of fluid motion the man erupted from the window and dropped down to the Earth with a thud, the smooth and casual way with which the man pulled this off told Dani that this was a practiced feat.


"I bet you impress all the ladies with that move, huh?" she smiled amiably, trying to read the man's face. He seemed sober enough to have a conversation with, maybe even enough that she could question him about the nearby Gaum.


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[That Poppy]

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Mary running through the halls was suddenly hit with a fresh breeze, ignoring it she quickly got on the back of the carriage as there was no room inside. Catching a glimpse of a man with a gun before the carriage had moved in a speed like no other. Mary held on, looking up men there were men on their horses while others just ran after a good two whole minutes Mary was flown off landing on the hard brick floors she had no time to think she only stood up and ran after her family. Who poked their heads calling out for her, her grandmother's voice rang among the rest, " Mary go hide for now you won't make it. Go to - that's where will be. " Mary confused called out, " Wait where? I didn't get that. " her grandmother repeated her hometown again but yet once again it was much too hard to make out what the name was. Mary being a clumsy child tripped over a stone that wasn't in place, once she looked up the carriage wasn't in front of her looking back those who were once so far were so close with their weapons. 
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Standing up Mary turned to look at the passages and quickly picked one it soon lead her to the city, this was a good thing she thought as she ran into one of the taverns, slamming the door. Hopefully, they wouldn't catch her since it's much crowded. Mary finally took note of her surrounding taking a random seat she just so happened to hear a nearby conversation. Mary tilted her head wondering if she should actually talk to them since they are strangers, sighing heavily Mary stood up beggars can't be choosers, " Excuse me, I couldn't help but over hear...are you going to Gham? Can I join you? "
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[DemetrioMachete]

Oswald merely waved for the newcomer Mary to hurry along with her. They needed to move along. As Jack mentioned heights, Oswald merely shook his head, vaulting through the window, grabbing onto an irrigation pipe running up the side of the house as he began to rappel down the side of the house. Soon he hit the ground with no jumping and possible ankle shattering. Oswald turned around, and there was Dani, a woman he had never seen before. 


"Can I.. help you?" he asked Dani, curiously staring at her.


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[SirGrey]

As the other two leapt from the window, Jack prepared the jump out of the window. As he went to edge judging it, seeing that another person seemed to have joined their little gang, he heard a voice from behind him. A rather high class almost regal voice. When Jack discovered who owned the voice well the regal quality made sense. Looking back to see who it was Jack look a bit bemused. The woman dressed rather nice and probably fairly expensive dress, with long black hair and hazel eyes. Compared to the Jack well he looked like someone who had a burnt face and very little in terms of different outfits. "You royalty or something lass? You don't seem like the usual sort to be in a place like this, but we are off to Gham if your wondering and yeah you can join about what five of us now" Jack explains before saying "Jack by the way and oh yeah I wouldn't recommend going downstairs, fights broken out so we've been taking the window". 


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[That Poppy]

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The man waved as if saying 'yes' watching his every move Mary was surprised when the man jumped out the window, rushing after looking through the window only to find that the man had landed on his feet...like a cat. Mary stopped admiring the high jump when a man spoke, looking up the female didn't know where to look trying very hard not to disrespect the other member, " No, I'm not royalty...not anymore.[SIZE= 9px]Whats a lass? " she said trying not to look at the man's left side of his face. " I got lost. I'm Mary. " to be frank it was true she had no idea where she was except that she was in a tavern, it wasn't lying...it's not lying if you only tell what's part of it, " Thank you, for letting me come along. I promise to make it up to you. " Mary bobbed her head before looking out the window, " D-own there? "she said pointing with her index finger down the window, " Do I just jump? Will I die? "[/SIZE]
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[Trombone Geek]

Cameron winked at the woman after her remark. "You know it!" he replied, watching as Oswald used some piping as a rappel of sorts on his way down, and stepped away from the window, waiting for Jack to join them. Another voice, a newer person--also a woman--could be heard. 'Do I just jump? Will I die?' Cameron chuckled a bit. "No, Miss!" he called up. "Do be careful, though. Maybe let someone catch you, or climb out instead. You sound cultured and sheltered, so maybe don't jump and break any delicate ankles, yeah?" he called up, rocking back and forth on his heels again. He was brimming with energy, almost like he was ready to burst, especially now that he had a party to head off to Gham with. The more, the safer, for sure! Something like that, at least.

"C'mon!" he groaned. "Let's go already!" 

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[Dendyne]

Dani returned the man's wink with a chuckle, then followed his gaze back up to the window he had leapt from in time to see another man shimmy his lithe form down the a length of piping affixed to the building, another that worked with practiced grace. She could see the bulky silhouette of another person in the window, but he seemed preoccupied with another- a woman judging by the voices floating over the din, but Dani's attention was drawn away by the mustached man soon after he touched down in the alleyway.


"Can I.. help you?"


Dani let loose a short giggle, "Sorry, yeah!.. Well.. maybe not, but I think you can," she replied cryptically. She had a gut-feeling, an intuition with such brilliantly clear quality it could not be denied- when the first man came down Dani thought it may have been an instant attraction but during he descent of the second she realized it was a belonging and comfort, she could only describe it as a feeling of family. A sense they fit together in some inexplicable way, for a greater purpose they could not know.


"Have you ever heard of a ghost town, not too far from here? Gaum?" Dani asked, sure that he would be. Sure that they would all be going to Gaum, whether or not they had planned to. The power that drove that idea was fierce, but it guttered out as quickly as it flared up leaving Dani with a shiver that ran up her spine. Dani crossed her arms, gripping her elbows lightly.


"I've business there, if you have plans to travel the road out North I would be much obligued to have some company," Dani put a cheerful tone into her voice, her eyes flickered to the other man, Cameron, and thought, the more the merrier I suppose.


"He is with you, right?" she asked looking back at Oswald, throwing a thumb in Cameron's direction.


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[DemetrioMachete]

Oswald noticed the gesture to Cameron, and he nodded in reply. Cameron was with them. Looking back.. it was better than the alternative; having a bullet in his head. But now there was quite a few people. Too many to fit onto a single horse. 


"Thats right," Oswald spoke up, taking a headcount of all present 


"I hope one of you's got some means of transportation available, because one horse can't carry all of us, I am afraid."


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Mary took the man's words to consideration looking around she spotted to what looked like a rope already in use Mary untied it throwing the bottom half down the window and tying the other half.  Taking a deep breath she used the rope to get down tilting her head she jumped once she made sure she was close enough to the ground, " Thank you for suggesting to catch me. I found a rope. " she said pointing to the hanging rope as if it wasn't obvious already, the rope itself wasn't long but it helped. Turning to face the man whom she had met early answering his question with a shake of her head, " I don't think I do...We can go buy a horse. " saying this she reached for her necklace stopping midway to change directions, taking her head ornament off and handing to Oswald, " It should be enough for two horses at least."
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"So you mean you were royalty what happened you lose it," Jack said rather sardonically before saying "Oh right well you choose a great place to get lost" as a chair threw into the wall. Seemed the bar fight hadn't stopped yet. "Don't mention it and yeah don't worry you'll be fine?" Jack says. As Mary used the rope, Jack thinks about a way to get down from the window without breaking anything. Grabbing his lasso, Jack tieing it to the window, Jack uses it to repel down to meet the others. Pulling the rope until it detaches, he looks to the others saying "So we heading out or what? Oh see we got another one as well" the burnt man says looking over to Dani "Names Jack". @DemetrioMachete @Dendyne @Trombone Geek @That Poppy