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| Demoness | Feb 23 2014, 08:42 PM Post #1 |
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In an unspecified Third World Country... Crafty Roukai was mostly satisfied with the way her life had gone so far. She was in her late twenties, naturally pretty, and athletic, but best of all, she worked with a mercenary group called the Hessi. She would have preferred a private military company, as they provided better pay and benefits, but her current situation and contacts only provided her with so many resources. She was still wanted by Demonessian authorities for her role in the 2011 ITC Patin attack, among other reasons, and so she could only be involved in low visibility operations. Even if she was living in what some would consider terrible conditions, it wasn't too bad. During her time with the Apostates, she had discovered she had a talent for destruction and her current line of work allowed her to explore it. The Hessi were enforcers for a local warlord and though she lived in a misogynistic environment, she had earned fear by reputation: she didn't shy away from brutal techniques to quell the local population and she had disemboweled the first man who had tried to take her by force. While she was not in a position of power, she was respected. That wasn't to say she hadn't suffered. Her athletic build had become slimmer since food in the Watari region was scarce, even for the Hessi. News traveled slowly, so she couldn't stay informed on her wanted status, and the equipment she used was nowhere near the standards she had used as Special Tactics. She had acquired a few scars along the way and malaria had nearly killed her the first month in Watari. She now lived in the Hessi compound, which was a collection of six buildings - more accurately a collection of sheds - and smaller huts that also housed Hessi families. The compound was walled with tin and barbed wire and had an armed guard in a tower. Crafty should have been boarded with another mercenary, but after disemboweling the last one she ended up housed with a young pregnant girl named Darli; Crafty didn't know her story since Darli didn't speak English, but she strongly suspected Darli wasn't here willingly. The Hessi compound was approximately ten miles from the nearest town, a goat farming village with no name, and fifteen miles from Warlord Ekard, who lived in a much better guarded compound in an isolated mountain. Tomorrow, Crafty would take the Jeep with a few other Hessi and head up to Ekard's place to replace the guards. She liked it better up there - there was clean water - and she planned to catch Ekard's eye, but she never saw him. |
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| Demoness | Mar 16 2014, 06:33 PM Post #31 |
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Though rumors had spread through Buvaryst that Leghnian soldiers had crossed the Isaadian border, life continued normally for Topaz. Isaad was in the process of electing a new government and trying to reestablish contact with the central government, who had supposedly maneuvered troops into Isaad as well. Topaz only had two reliable sources of information: her neighbors, who were becoming more scant, and the bar with its television and patrons. So she continued to go to work, judging each day from the sounds in the distance whether she could venture out. For two days, she didn't leave her apartment because she couldn't tell if the distance voices were angry or jubilant, but after the third day she needed to venture down to the grocery store for food. It was unsurprisingly bare, but she managed to secure enough foodstuffs for another week. Topaz looked worse on this particular day. The bags under her eyes had deepened and she had grown paler. She kept her scarf wound around her head and her eyes on the news. She knew one station had been seized by Leghnian forces and was spouting pro-Leghnian messages. She switched between that station and the local one several times, trying to get a real picture of the situation. She needed to leave Buvaryst, but she thought her window of escape had closed. |
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| Fenwick | Mar 21 2014, 01:46 AM Post #32 |
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"<Good afternoon! Nice to see you again, but forgive me for saying I think you look more like you need a drink than I do,>" Erryn said as he sat down at the bar. His beard had filled out a bit more and he had a small scrape on his left arm that had a self-adhering bandage on it. |
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| Demoness | Mar 22 2014, 12:08 AM Post #33 |
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Topaz smiled slowly, looking as if she might have forgotten how to or that she had taken a while to process what he'd said. "<I can forgive you,>" she replied tactfully. She nodded at Erryn's bandaid. "<Did you anger your brother's wife?>" she asked with a bit of a smile as she anticipated his order with the same drink he's previously had. She'd learned that remembering a few details about a customer endeared her to them and increased her tip. She had honed her observational skills as a child, even if they were blunted now by fatigue, and they served her well here. Erryn would also note as she turned that there was a suspicious lump on her hip, indicating there was something in her pocket or beneath her jacket. |
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| Fenwick | Mar 30 2014, 02:32 AM Post #34 |
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Erryn chuckled slightly and shook his head. "<No, I strayed a little too close to the riots a day or so ago and got run into by someone else running away. Needless to say, I adjusted my route.>" Truth was that he had gotten a small scrape fending off someone who had chosen the wrong person to attempt to mug in the chaos of the city. |
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| Demoness | Mar 30 2014, 04:28 PM Post #35 |
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Topaz scowled. "<You are very lucky you were not taken by the police,>" she replied. Honestly, she wasn't certain who the police were working for anymore, and she imagined they didn't either, but "police" was one of the words she knew. A soldier or even another rioter attacking him wouldn't have surprised her. The rioters had become organized into a small army and she had avoided them as much as possible; even if they were on Isaad's side, and theoretically her own, she was not going to test that theory. She knew the bar and that was it. |
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| Fenwick | Apr 7 2014, 09:48 PM Post #36 |
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"<Eh, I think it was someone that was panicked and running away. I wasn't paying enough attention to the direction he came from and he bowled me over. Fell right into a pile of bricks.>" He took a sip from his drink. "<So, how about you? Any exciting stories?>" |
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| Demoness | Apr 7 2014, 09:58 PM Post #37 |
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Topaz shook her head. "<No. I have stay in my apartment many days.>" She nodded toward the television. "<News is the only reason I go out. It sounds like Leghnia is going to 'legal' its->" She paused because she did not know the word for "annexation" and had to come up with a substitute. "<-New land by war. Isaad will not stand for it and neither will the central government.>" |
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| Fenwick | Apr 7 2014, 11:37 PM Post #38 |
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"<It just makes me wonder how hard it is going to be to go home when this is all "over". Perhaps I should take my brother's family with me,>" Erryn replied. |
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| Demoness | Apr 8 2014, 02:44 PM Post #39 |
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Topaz nodded. "<It might be best to leave while you can. The Central Government respects us, but I doubt we will get the same regard from Leghnia, who only sees us as a prize,>" she replied. "<Where did you say you came from?>" |
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| Fenwick | Apr 8 2014, 10:11 PM Post #40 |
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"<Well, home will always be here, technically," Erryn said with a shrug. "<I emigrated to Fenwick for a rather nice job a few years ago, hence my taste for their booze.>" |
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