New City, New Life [AW]

[Danior]

It took far, far too much time for the dragonborn to reach the mainland but, when he did, he told himself that it was a vacation. Not a business trip. Not entirely. Once he arrived in Wayward City Danior set out to find lodging first, food second, and making local contacts third. He did his best to sweet talk any locals around, hoping to gain information without paying for it. If he spotted another thief he'd give them a brief signal, just in case, then would move on before anyone thought he was being "suspicious".

Eventually he calls it a day and meanders through the streets on his way back to his crash space, a bagged takeout meal carried in one hand as he hums to himself.

[sasco]

*As the thief made his way through the streets, a second Dragonborn would coincidentally walk in the same direction behind him. His large coat and blue scarf wrapped around his neck did enough to keep most light off of his copper scales while a cloud of smoke surrounded his head from the pipe clenched in his mouth. He carries a stack of papers beneath his arm trying to be careful to not let any of them fall. He appears to be in a bit of a hurry and closes the distance towards the blue Dragonborn.*

[Tarsys]

The hulking beast of Orkish muscle that was Tarsys made his way down the bustling and lively avenue. The street was a buzz with the low murmur of chattering. The neon lights shining off the glass windows and puddles in the street. He had just gotten off of work. His shift as a fire-fighter had been an eventful one. One hazmat fire over in the industrial district had left him tire, worn, and worst of all, lots of paperwork. So, it was beer-thirty and he was going to make the best of it.



He rounded a corner and found himself in front of his favorite the pub. The Smiling Moose.



He pushed the door open and was met with lively music. The establishment was decorated in the fashion of an old time tavern. Rustic as it was. A couple of people greeted him as he passed and made his way to the scrubbed-oaken counter. He leaned upon it, and it groaned under his weight.



The bartender, Tom, smiled at him and put the glass he was cleaning down. "The usual?" he asked.



"Aye."

[sasco]

*The copper Dragonborn would follow behind the Ork and quickly find the most well-lit table possible. Taking a seat, he spread his papers out before ordering a drink from a waitress. He would then lean back and close his eyes while taking a few deep breaths to get settled in. This was likely the first place in town that he actually felt comfortable in.*

[Danior]

Danior spots the other Dragonborn first and hesitates, trying to size him up in as quick a manner as possible before darting aside. He knows he's smaller than most of the people he'll encounter, no matter the city he's in, but he also doesn't know how far and fast his "infamy" has spread to the mainland.

As he moves out of the way of the copper colored fellow he almost bumps into the /far/ larger Ork. He's caught off guard by the much larger fella and lets out a squawk of alarm! Again he scurries away, almost tripping over his tail, and glances from side to side for cover.

When nothing happens and he's just another face in the crows he lets out a sigh. However, much like a cat, he's now curious, and cautious steps take him towards the pub that some of the crowd is venturing towards. A drink couldn't hurt! Plus, due to past experience, places like this are a good source of information.

With his food still in hand he decides to pop into the pub for a drink.

[Tarsys]

Dec 26, 2021 0:26:46 GMT Danior said:

Danior spots the other Dragonborn first and hesitates, trying to size him up in as quick a manner as possible before darting aside. He knows he's smaller than most of the people he'll encounter, no matter the city he's in, but he also doesn't know how far and fast his "infamy" has spread to the mainland.

As he moves out of the way of the copper colored fellow he almost bumps into the /far/ larger Ork. He's caught off guard by the much larger fella and lets out a squawk of alarm! Again he scurries away, almost tripping over his tail, and glances from side to side for cover.

When nothing happens and he's just another face in the crows he lets out a sigh. However, much like a cat, he's now curious, and cautious steps take him towards the pub that some of the crowd is venturing towards. A drink couldn't hurt! Plus, due to past experience, places like this are a good source of information.

With his food still in hand he decides to pop into the pub for a drink.

Getting bumped into, was quite a normal thing for the Ork. Being as large as he was it was now the expected and he didn’t mind, nor care. Once the little dragon born ricochet off him, Tarsys grunted a friendly apology. “Sorry ‘bout tha’.”

The bar tender slid the glass down to him and Tarsys wrapped his fingers around the glass taking a swig. Ready to enjoy the evening. But that wasn’t in the fates for him. A short time later a well dressed man in a sleek black corporate suit, the inside of the pressed collar glowed a soft blue light accentuating his elfish sharp features. He sidled up next to the Ork, weaved his fingers together and spoke softly.

“It’s not that hard to find you.”

Tarsys rolled his eyes. “Wha’ d’you want?”

“Well, first why aren’t you answering my calls?”

Tarsys gave him a hard stare. “Even you’re not that stupid.”

“It’s not wise to cross me.”

“And you know that I know longer work for MiliTek. I got a clean break. So slither back into that greasy ‘ole you oozed out of.”

The elf smiled. His teeth perfectly straight, and white. The product of privilege. “We have an oppor-“ the elf began.

“I don’t care. The answer is no.”

“Hear me out. I have information on…. You know.”

“I seriously doubt that.”

The elf pulled a small chip out of his pocket and set it on the counter next to the Ork. Tarsys gave it a dismissive glance.

The elf spoke. “Slot it.”

Tarsys took it and slotted it into a small receptacle behind his pierced right ear. A second later his fiery eyes glowed blue as the information was processed onto his retinal implants. He spoke “how much do you want for the rest?”

“I’m not interested in credits. I’m interested in your unique skill set.”

[Vythmiirik]

Vythmiirik was visiting the pub with 3 of her cousins, as the designated sober person she was here to make sure everyone got home safely.  As such she was much more alert to what was going on keeping her eyes out for everything; she was the sort who was more fond of quiet cafes than pubs but needs must and it was her youngest cousins birthday.  He'd just come of age to drink, so of course as was the way with some young people; was going out to get completely sloshed.  Vythmiiriks aunt had been concerned about her progeny, so had asked her niece to keep an eye on them; to make sure they'd get home without being too worse for wear. 

She ignored any looks she got, but carefully kept her cousins in her line of sight; making sure to keep her money purse somewhere where she would not 'misplace' it.  Drunk cousins could be rather daft and Vythmiirik didn't want them trying to buy things they should not.  The youngest cousin wandered over to the bar to order his first 'real' drink, handing over the coin that Vythmiirik had allotted to him for it; whilst the others egged him on. Right next to where an Ork and a somewhat disguised Elf were having a chat.

[Danior]

Danior settles at a table after giving the ork a grateful look for, y'know, not smashing him into the floor. Maybe folks here aren't so bad. Once he's comfortable he flags down a waitress, orders a drink (or three), and then digs into his food as he surveys the crowd. Ork fellow is busy with an elf, looks... upset? Check. Copper dragonborn not paying him any attention? Awesome.

And then another group of dragonborn roll in. His earfins droop a little and he struggles to swallow the bite of food he's working on. At least one male and one female, but there's a whole group of them so he goes into stealth alert mode. Eyes down, but earfins back up, trying to track the various conversations going on around him.

And he's totally not staring when others aren't looking. Nope. Not at all. That'd be weird, right?

[sasco]

*The large group of Dragonborn would catch Sasco's attention. He smiled as he noticed Vythmiirik among them and waved to flag her attention.*

[Danior]

As he finishes his meal and drink the blue dragonborn slinks out of his seat and in the direction of Tarsys. There's too many of his "kin" around, and hey, the big ork looks pretty interesting!

Danior hops up onto a stool near, but not too close, to the ork, pretending like he's not at all eavesdropping.

[Tarsys]

Tarsys sighed, “of course you are.”

The corpo-elf smiled. “Ragnarok is biometric. What good is it sitting in some lockbox?”

Tarsys finished his drink. “Even so, it doesn’t rightfully belong to me.”

“That’s a matter of perspective.”

“And that’s how crooks justify their means.”

The elf tapped his fingers. “You fought in that bloody war. It’s as much a part of you as your own hand. Darcon knows this, and is willing to work out a deal.”

Tarsys cocked his head and massaged one beefy shoulder.

The elf continued, “Contact him. It’s all on the chip.” The elf stood and turned to make his leave. He passed by the younger blue dragon, the one with the ear fins. He put a hand on his shoulder and moved in close and spoke in a low whisper.

“Best not to eavesdrop boy. I’d forget everything you’ve heard.” He patted the shoulder once more and dropped a small credit chit on the table in front of him.

Worth 500 credits.

[Vythmiirik]

Vythmiirik waved to Sasco with a small smile and pointed to her cousin with the universal; I'm with this idiot facial expression as her cousin downed his second drink and she sighed.

She did note the other dragonborn and watched him for a moment as he was seemingly accosted by an elf(?) and handed something.  Someone new in town?  Or just passing through she restrained herself for now to merely watching, if the poor lad got in trouble she'd offer to help, but right now was also keeping an eye on her rather daft cousin, who was being edged on by her other two cousins, and wondering if she should cut them off for now.

[sasco]

*Sasco nods in understanding towards Vyth and returns to his books. She was clearly on a family outing and figured it wise to not disturb her at this time though he did keep an eye on the young ones. This was prime time for trouble.*

[Danior]

Danior was SO not expecting the elf to come over, let alone "gift" him with a warning and money.

Or was he? The dragonborn blinks his amber eyes a few times, clearly faking the whole lost traveler persona he was trying to keep, then smiles toothily. Before the elf moves too far he whispers back in what might be a sympathetic tone, "People who blackmail are kinda bad. Tsk."

His claws tap against the chit but he turns away, deciding to turn that smile towards Tarsys instead. "Oi, big guy! I don't know ya but I think your friend just bought us some drinks!" He suddenly grabs the chit, pats the elf on the shoulder, and waves towards the ork with said chit.

[Tarsys]

The massive ork shook his head slowly, and his chest, and lats swelled with a sigh. He waved the young dragonborn over.

“Aye, what did that corpo-rat say to you.”

He eyed the credit chit, tapped his finger to his mouth, indicating not to say anything compromising, and tapped the counter top.

“Zed, two pints.”