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Post by malachi on Jul 28, 2009 12:52:54 GMT -5
Malachi really needed something to do. So ran over the the Old Bar. Maybe he could meet someone in the gang there. He hadn't met many people since he changed. He might pick a fight or make a friend. Either one worked for him. He sits down on the counter of the bar cross legged drinking a pepsi he'd taken from a shop down the street somewhere.
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Aug 2, 2009 3:05:27 GMT -5
Rohjyx pricked his ears as he padded silently into the bar, having come in through the back, and listened to the steady breathing of the man that was sitting at the bar, a Pepsi in one hand. Slipping back around the bar, he Shifted silently and rose up to his full height behind the man. Leaning on the old bar casually, he allowed a smug smirk to tug at the corner of his lips as he said, "Hello, and welcome to the bar. I'm Rohjyx. You are...?"
Lazily, he reached down with one hand and, not even looking, grabbed a bottle of water before pulling it up about the counter and uncapping it. He took a swig then put it down, his ice eyes locked on the stranger. Was the new guy a Shifter or just some loser that had managed to get into his bar?
He intended to find out. Quickly.
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Post by malachi on Aug 2, 2009 11:10:36 GMT -5
"Malachi Treehill. So your the famous leader of the assassins eh? I must say you are not what I expected at all . I'm here because some assassins on the outskirts of town recruited me a couple weeks back and I needed something to do other than steal or defend myself from thieves. Can't believe they are still angry about that. I've always wanted to meet you ya' know." he says rambling on, then realized what he was doing and shut up. He took a large swig of Pepsi and stared at the wall. He takes out one of his many guns, a Kimber 1911 Compact one of his favorite, and takes a look at it.
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Aug 2, 2009 19:58:51 GMT -5
Rohjyx didn't know whether to be insulted or not by this outspoken new Assassin as he spoke. Not what he expected? What can you expect from the Leader of the Assasins? A scrawny little brat that hated everything because everyone bullied him? Hell no! Rohjyx had never been like that and he was determined never to be.
Angered, he narrowed his eyes slightly at the newbie and silently listened to him speak. Of course, it worried and annoyed him that this newbie was getting in trouble with the Thieves already but he would deal with that later. At the moment he had a new kid that spoke incorrectly to his Leader, and he was not pleased about it. His eyes flashed furiously, colder than they had been in months at least.
And, unfortunately for Malachi, it angered Rohjyx to the point of snapping when the newbie pulled out his gun and began examining it. As beautiful as it was, Malachi should never have pulled it out inside the building. If there was any place it was not pulled out in, it would be in an Assassin safe house with Rohjyx. He didn't tolerate it at all. Clenching the hand with his water bottle in it, Rohjyx crushed the plastic container and threw it on the floor while slamming his other hand down on the counter.
"Put that gun away, newbie!" He snarled, enraged. "You are to never pull your weapon out when you're in an Assassin-controlled territory. Do you understand me?! And I don't care what you expected me to look like or be like, newbie. I am the Leader and you will address me as such! Got it?! No one, and I mean no one, in the Guild will speak to me like that. Not even my Second is allowed to speak to me as you have." He added, a true panther snarl ripping up from deep within his body. He dropped his voice to a terrifingly cold and quiet tone and said, "However, since this is your first offense that I know of I will let you off the hook. If you do it again, for any reason, though, I will not hesitate to teach you the hard way."
Finally finished yelling at the newbie, he grabbed another water bottle and swallowed half of it before dropping it onto the counter, next to the crushed bottle. "Now, why are the Thieves after you? Most of them don't attack for no reason, despite our hatred for each other." Asked the Leader, his vicious temper calmed for the moment. If the newbie had done something stupid, though, it would no doubt flare up once more.
OOC//:: Don't worry about Rohjyx, that's just the way he is. If he even feels slightly like he's being disrespected he goes off. He's just that kind of person. I tried to make it a bit longer for you so that you could lengthen your posts. It's important to go into more detail than you are at the moment so that the thread will last a while.
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Post by malachi on Aug 3, 2009 19:18:59 GMT -5
"Sorry! Sorry, sir. Here take it. I didn't mean it, really!" he says as he slides the gun down the counter to his superior, jumps off of the counter and starts to back away as a wolf would to its alpha.
"I didn't mean any offense when I said you weren't what I expected. Those people who recruited me said you were uptight and ,well, an all around a fairly bad guy. No offense, but they kind of had me thinking you were some crazy-tyrant-guy. I never meant any offense. It's just the way you walked in you were so relaxed, so whatever, it just isn't what I expected. From what they told me." He says up against the wall now.
"The thieves, well you'd have to hear my life story so, here it is. I'm an orphan, my parents died in a car crash. So I was sent to my uncle, a bastard in himself. But on top of that he had an asshole of a son. My cousin made it his lifes work to ruin my life. Eventually I got tired of it, and I punched back. Unfortunately he was a wolf shifter and changed right then. Well my seeing that clicked something in my brain, so I shifted for the first time. We had a long fight, and he died in the end. Though he gave me a few scars, like this one." He says pulling up his shirt after turning around showing the long slash on his back, then puts it back down. "He was in the thieves and they decided that they were going to kill me. Well I got information about the two gangs or clans or whatever they are called. I learned of the assassins, I thought maybe I would be accepted here. So I asked to get recruited." he says
"I've got nothing else to live for but my clan now, no family, no friends, no real reason to live. The clans all I've got, and if you kill me with my own gun. Then I wasn't good enough, didn't deserve to live. You're the leader, you make the decision for what is best for the clan, I respect whatever your choice is." he says, and he meant it.
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Post by Terenzio DeVito on Oct 1, 2009 12:56:22 GMT -5
Rohjyx didn’t change his expression as the new recruit rushed to explain himself, quickly dropping the gun onto the bar and sliding it towards him. His eyes stayed locked onto the boy as he backed away from the counter and clamped one large hand down on the gun, halting its movement towards the floor behind the bar. He had to fight down a smirk, however, as the boy explained what he meant by Rohjyx not being what he expected. ‘Crazy tyrant guy? Heh, that’s a first. People usually call me a bastard first off.’ He chuckled mentally, humor lightening his eyes minutely. Roscoe would most likely notice the slight but meaningful change, knowing him. He was amazingly observant.
Rohjyx returned to listening to the boy just in time to hear him talk about why exactly the Thieves were after him. Well, at least he stood up for himself. Scowling at the scar and the information he was receiving, he made a mental note to talk to Roscoe about any recent Thieves deaths. As annoying as the newbie might be he was a part of the Assassins Guild and Rohjyx wouldn’t allow him to be in danger whenever he left Assassin territory. He would find the Thieves that were after him and give them a little scare to make sure they knew not to mess with the brat again.
Sighing angrily, Rohjyx ran one hand through his hair and gave Malachi a withering look before saying, “Okay. I’ll take care of the Thieves but if you go around starting shit I’ll beat you and hand you to them myself, you understand? Take your gun. I don’t want or need it. Don’t wave it around in Assassin territory unless it’s necessary or I will shoot you with it. And don’t you dare think I’m getting the Thieves off your back because I like you as a person. I’m only doing it because you’re one of my Assassins and I hate the Thieves with a passion. When they go after one of my Assassins I go after them as a whole.” Taking a large gulp of his water, Rohjyx tossed them now-empty bottle into the trash can under the bar and slapped one hand down onto the bar counter before launching himself over the edge, his long legs drawn in tight as they arced over the flat surface. They hit the ground lightly, with a quiet thud, and Rohjyx wasted no time in immediately starting for Malachi. He reached him in a few long strides and held the gun out to him, butt first. “Take it. Now. Stay in Assassin territory; you’ll be safe here.”
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