Lost in the Vibe (Open)

[Wolfsbane]

Jarad had left The Imperials ages ago, his encounters with foes had been very frequent recently. It was because he was lost in the momment. He could do whatever he wanted, wander the lands, and look for Quests. His house was being watched by an organised house-sitter you might aswell say. He knew he'd be gone for quite a while, and he didn't want anything stolen of his. He pulled out a small vase-like flask, it had bands wrapped around it. He drank and tasted the sweet mead instantly, and he indulged his whole body into the warm drink. It soon came to his attention that there was people fighting, outside a bad looking inn. He knew he'd have to get involved. To poor guy was getting a huge bashing. Jarad pocketed the Flask quickly, and drew his Flaming Tanto. He faced it towards his opponent, and ran like he'd never had before. He felt the sharp end sink into one of the thugs, and Jarad flinged him off the end of the Tanto. He quickly sliced at the second ones head, and hacked his head off. And soon he had killed the next one with a quick jab. The poor guy was a High Elf, he ran off, it seemed he was holding a bag. Jarad soon realised ther situation was not as it seemed. He walked into the inn, and took a seat. And he ordered a mead with a few drakes..

[Lucien Lachance]

[[OOC: sorry not to post-post, but have to know first lol, is this...In the Sewers? lol]]

[Wolfsbane]

((OOC: Sorry! I must've clicked on the wrong one ))

[Lucien Lachance]

[[OOC: XP happens to the best of us ^^ lol I‘m also going to go out on a limb try and Rp few charas here lol you can kind of pick who be more involved later lol ]]


Sure the city was a place of life, as all ways, and apparently death too, today. Two rather ‘interesting’ characters say the least were hanging out inside the inn, thought neither were together.

In one area at a table sat a Bosmer, shrouded armor on, with a flask of arrows and a bow hanging over the back of his chair. grayish hair tied back behind his shoulders. Yoko, was mostly hiding from that annoying Highelf he’d met a wile back, but the guy was some piece of work…other then that Yoko had already finished his contract, soon he could head ‘home’. but for now he hung out here, no particular reason, just didn’t feel like going home yet, and already paid for his room. For now he sat at a table and poked at some food on his place, broadly.

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In the other corner of the Inn staying rather to himself the so called ‘Dunmer’ Night was alone, as always, his dark hood pulled up hiding most his bluish face a few strands of black hair hanging out. His bags and things sat beside him, he seemed to just stare off into space, but he never socialized it was a shock he was in a room filled with so many people, perhaps he too was only here for the room. He finely reached down and took a drink from a glass and tore off a piece of bread on his place and took a bite,

[Wolfsbane]

Jarad had not been in long before spotting a well armoured Bosmin, it seemed he was thinking. Jarad wasn't one for mind invasion, but it came closer to his attention that a cloaked Dumner was sitting at the table close by. Jarad spoke not, but decided he was going to play this cool. He sipped his mead and decided maybe the hooded figure was best first. He seemed more.. Thugish than the Bosmin. He decided to walk slowly towards the Dumner, grasping his tanker in his left hand. He took a seat across from the Dumner. "Greetings, how are you? May I sit here?" Jarad smile in greeting. He never forgot his manners.

[Lucien Lachance]

The Dunmer slowly looked up at him red eyes blinking a few times before he took a deep breath and spoke. “I--I don’t mind….” he looked down a little, he took a deep breath trying to remain calm, he knew it was lame to be this way but it was reflex subconscious almost. He smiled lightly, and gave a small nod before taking another drink of whatever was in his own glass.
[[OOC: sorry kind of short side tracked atm x.x;]]

[Wolfsbane]

Jarad smiled as the fellow Dumner returned gestures, and allowed him to take the seat. Something was returning to him, a memory. Maybe a dream. Jarad wasn't sure, it was of him talking to somebody. He mentioned a Dumner, a cloaked one. The person seemed to be a client. It was hard to remember things when your stuck hard on Mead. His words.. Only one he could vaguely make out, 'Knight' or maybe.. 'Night.' Yes that was it. The conversation was about a Dumner named Night. He had to deliver a package to this so called "Night" one of which Jarad didn't know about. "Tell me Sir, are you expecting a package? Of any kind? What's your name?" the words blurted out of his mouth. He was deep under the influence of mead, he heard the door open, and the same High Elf he had come across entered. Jarad quickly put on the bonemould helmet he had been carrying, just to make sure the crook didn't mke a quick getaway like last time. Jarad turned back to the Dumner. He stared into his red eyes, awaiting a reply of any sort..

((OOC: The Memory idea just came to me, I thought it might be a good RP Subject.))

[Lucien Lachance]

Night slowly looked back up toward the male. Watching him a moment before speaking, he had to think about it a little before he nodded. “Oh…Y-yeah maybe.” he looked down a moment. “I’m Night.” he added looking back up at him a little curious, he couldn’t really recall ordering anything, and he didn’t have many friends, and highly doubted the count of Skingrad sent him anything. Maybe It was from on of the Mages he traded magical items with? Most likely. “I’m sorry, I’m not really sure.” he shook his head and looked back up at him. “but I could be possible I guess.” he stated shyly.

[Wolfsbane]

Jarad leaned foward, his name was night, yes night. The one that his client mentioned. He seemed to fit the bill perfectly, but he seemed a little shy and unsure. Not right for someone who was expecting a package. "My name is Jarad, I gotta give you this" Jarad smiled under his helmet, he pulled out a package. It had ancient symbols on it. Jarad was unsure about this, he didn't know if this was the right person, or was the package plainly one of those unexpected suprise ones. Jarad stared across as the High elf walked past Jarad. But before he could properly get past, Jarad sent a huge blow into his ribs. He heard the sweet cracking noise as he screamed in pain. Jarad pulled the bag that he was carrying onto his lap, and un-did the rope on it. Inside was seven bottles of Skooma, and four-hundred pieces of gold. With the drugs deep in the back. Pathetic. This guy seemed to be a illegal substance seller. A drug dealer. Jarad pocketed the bacg and his gaze returned to Night.

[Lucien Lachance]

Night blinked and gave a nod. “thank you.” he spoke, slowly reaching out but paused seeing the high elf get hit. “wh-?!” he gasped. And looked at Jarad. “why did you--?” he trailed off as he watched Jarad open the bag he was able to get a glimpse of what was inside and looked down a little before back to the elf. “call the guards? H-he’s….not dead is he?” Night blinked.

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Yoko looked over and snorted holding back a small giggle, and thought about. His last contract was to ‘take care of’ a Skooma dealer……hopefully this was just coincidence, instead of him getting his contract wrong. “oh boy….” he rubbed his head.
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Night calmly took the package from the other Night Elf hoping he was only planning on stopping criminals. Right? “appears to be from one of m-my co-collectors.” he gave a small nod, and tucked it away inside his robes, didn’t see reason opening it here, where so many drunks or thugs were.

[Wolfsbane]

Jarad saw Night's face and heard the Bosmer nearby let out a giggle. Jarad continued to look at Night, as he watched Night with the package. "He was a thug, I saw him out there. Seems like he was a Skooma dealer. I shouldn't say so much here, there isn't one man here who has his reasons. Even I have a reason. Now I remember.." Jarad whispered solemly, he wanted to make sure Night knew the consequences for giving too much information. Jarad carried on looking away, as he grabbed the High Elf and pulled him on the chair beside him. Imperial Guards. They entered the room, eying everybody in sight. Jarad mouthed the words 'He's not dead' and sat back. The Imperial eyed the High Elf. "He's just sleeping" Jarad lied.

[Lucien Lachance]

Night blinked a few times dumbfounded then sat back and relaxed taking a drink from his glass as the guard walked past, he frowned lightly, but least the elf was alive. He let out a small sigh and nodded back toward the other Dunmer, before taking out a few gold coins and placing them on the table. “thank you for the delivering that to me.” he managed to give a small smile to say the least. “sorry that’s all I have for a tip, I used the rest on my room here.” he added looking down a bit then back around the room.

[[need i say it CRAPY post lol sorry >.>;]]

[Wolfsbane]

Jarad took the Drakes slowly, he liked them. But he felt like he didn't need them. But one tip was, take what your offered, use what you get. "It was nothing, Night. Thanks to the drakes from this Elf here, I'll be fine for a while. Don't worry, i'm gonna make sure he goes somewhere safe. I'll smuggle him into another town, and dump him somewhere. He'll be fine. So, do you need anything? I can help" Jarad answered in his usual cool tone.

((OOC: Sorry for Shortness >_<))

[Lucien Lachance]

Night watched him and gave a small nod. “alright, thanks.” he smirked lightly then brushed back his hood, it was getting hot in the room. “help with anything?” he asked himself really and thought about it, Night just didn’t really DO anything. “I don’t think so, I’ll be leaving tomorrow to check out an old ruined fort. Outside the city some ways.” he nodded. “that’s how I make my living really.” he scratched his head some. “but thank you for the offer.” he gave a small nod.

[Wolfsbane]

Jarad smiled, as he nodded back slowly. "Understandable, I shall come if you would like? I am a good survivalist, and a good fighter" Jarad asked. He'd always wanted to have a companion, to help him. Someone like Night. Quiet, good, but he seemed intelligent, or in the leat a good sneaker. Jarad had always intended on going to forts and checking out how the old Dumner lived. Maybe pieces of artifacts found at the ruins might mean something, like a cult. But what was he kidding himself. He didn't know.