Show me the Money!

[Miya]

Name: Personal Stuff
Requirements: Approved Character
Job: You need to deal with something personal. Anyone can GM it. No world changing things, nothing lore heavy. (Can be the player once, can be the GM once a month per player.)
Bonus: Be the GM +2 exp
Payout: +3 exp, Random Loot Roll



Miya, was out an about. She needed a job. She had drank away most of the pay from her last job... oops. Now it was time to get back out there and go hunting for a bounty. Hopefully someone was willing to hire...

[Deimian Kyrikk]

As she strolled along, she would see in the distance a woman clothed in dark violet, accompanied by an armored, husky man, march their way into a particular pub. The only way Miya would be able to tell the pub was still active was by the fact someone just walked in, otherwise its bedraggled outward look seemed to shout the contrary. 

Following the close of the door, Miya could hear a woman's voice shouting, but it was only intelligible upon further investigation. 

[Miya]

At first Miya would pay the two other Hunters, or Mercs she doesn't judge, little mind. Last she checked she still didn't have a bounty on her head so she was safe here. However, when she heard what sounded like a woman yell her attention was attracted! Curious as a Cat Miya would make her way to peek inside the building!

[Deimian Kyrikk]

Once she took a look inside, Miya could see the woman standing upon a table with careless authority. The former occupants of the table sat in their wooden chairs looking up at her with a different expression on each of the four men: confusion, anger, offense, and, quite frankly, perverted curiosity were all emotions their faces expressed, each individual having his own cocktail of the facial arrangements. All while Miya approached, the words that shot from the woman, and the German accent that spit them out, became more clear:

"...und ve vill get you zeya, put you vill haffe to traffel back yourself. Zis is a chob for a king howeffer, so your pay vill not be one to... eh...," Miya could see the woman wave a hand in an attempt to waft the word she searched for into her mouth, "...inspiya a laugh, so to speak." 

The woman let the words hang for a second or two. "Now, if any uff you ah interested, I vill be vaiting outside. Goot day." With that, she would descend from her stage with a single hop down, and make her way towards the doors. Her companion, who had leaned patiently against the wall by the door with his large arms crossed during her call to arms, would follow her out the doors if she hadn't been stopped beforehand.

[Miya]

Miya would watch as the woman and her companion tramped their way out the doors and would even watch them with some amusement as they stood awaiting for someone to come out. Miya, too, was quite curious to see if anyone would head the woman's plea.

Miya wound start chewing on some dried meat as she watched and waited patiently.

[Deimian Kyrikk]

The woman in violet, after daintily kicking some debris out of her very privileged way, would lean against a wall, one foot up against it, a few paces from the entrance and tend to her purple nails; her companion tended to sharpening his rather large sword, sitting on a bench nearby. If one watched his body and sword allow gravity to guide them down onto the wooden thing, one would be worried that he and his metal extension would fall straight through. Nevertheless, the bench merely creaked and buckled, and he sharpened away. 

Out from the door came the first offerer, not long after the two employers had made themselves comfortable, followed by one more man and a lean woman behind him. This first man was not an impressive sight, but the variety of bladed weapons on his person were. 

"If you WOULD let me kill you could-"

"Silence!" she shouted with authority, her gaze not moving from her nails. "No kill, need zem alive. Death is not tolerable. Now shoo!" Her demand would be paired with a swipe of her hand, and with it the man would curse and storm off. The other man that came behind him left as well, evidently due to his having the same plan. 

It was now the rather lean-looking woman's turn, the one who had exited the pub with the first two men. She didn't seem to have a single weapon on her, aside from the significantly large knife that protruded from her right boot. In a much more calm and professional tone she asked the violet woman, "I need exact numbers on this pay. Trying to take care of some-

"One moment beautiful," the foreigner interrupted. A fellow with two swords crossed on his back, notably a darker soul, had just exited the building and began to wait patiently. "Zeya is no room for negossiashun on our death policy, mein freund. Be on your vay," she declared to the hunter, who made no scene of it and followed in obedience. 

"Apologies, Schatz. To return to the topic of business, unfortunately I cannot tell you exactly the bounty zat you vill be given exactly. All i know is zat it vill be much. However," the violet woman would release herself from the wall and lean forward toward the potential partner to say something a little quiter. 

The lean-looking woman would suddenly storm back into the pub, seemingly insulted. Meanwhile, the violet woman laughed. "Come to me if your mind is changed, mein Süsse!" 

"You zeya!" the German woman would shout to Miya. "You are quite ze sight. Do you vish to speak to me?"

[Miya]

Miya had a good time laughing at these chumps. Then she was spoken to.

"Hmm? Oh me?"

She would say sitting up, placing a hand on her hip.

"I'm just enjoying the show. For what reason would I have to come speak with you?"

[Deimian Kyrikk]

"Dahling, look at me, you haff every reason to come to me," she would say with her arms outstretched. She would giggle pompously before returning to her leaning stance on the wall, her arms crossed.

"She's already looked at you, that's why she has no interest," the big man commented, his gaze remaining on his sword, which he was now polishing.

"Oh hush, Rotzlöffel. You're no looker yourself," the woman would snap as she sent an empty soda can into the back of his head. With head wear just as thick as he was, the can merely bounced off without creating any reaction, aside from a single middle finger that flew to the air.

"Frankly, Fräulein, you might haff reason to speak vith me because uff ze chob I offer. A chob that inffolffes capturing a certain someone for a king promising much money. Correct me if I am wrong, but you seem like quite ze vorrior yourself, no?" The woman looked Miya up and down, though what exactly she was studying was hard to tell. 

[Miya]

"You ain't my type sweetheart."

Miya would chuckle at the man though. He seemed cool for an old man, reminded her of her old master. Then she shrug and step forward.

"Tell me about this job."

[Deimian Kyrikk]

She would mutter to herself, "Mm, shame really," at Miya's comment before answering the question that followed.

"It is quite simple, really," she began. "My king has sent vurd zat zeya is a man he vud like to..." she searched the air for the word, "relocate, per se. He does not need ze man dead, however, only captured. Zat is ze chob. As far as location, you vill find ze man in Ardahn, in ze Kingdom of Aedria. You need not vurry, me and my companions vill take you zeya, you are only responsible for returning to veya ever you vish. Ze king vill speak vith you about ze payment, but I do know it vill be a sum of not chust meaningless currency, but obchects such as gold and ze such. Plus, he has guaranteed citizenship to Aedria, zat you may come and stay anytime you vish, vith full access to Aaru. Any questions?"

The man with the sword would rise to his feet and face Miya, his sword in the ground and his hands on the sword. "I'd take it if I were you. He's never hired any one before, so his judgement on how much the job is worth is a little off, in your favor."

[Miya]

Miya would shrug.

"Meh, fuck it. I'm down. Where the fuck we going?"

[Deimian Kyrikk]

The woman would smirk beneath her mask. "Vunderbar..."

"Ohhh Arteeem, come sveety ve must take our leave!" the woman called out as she got up from the wall and began walking.

As she made her way past Miya and toward a dark alley, Miya would see white cloud of dust erupt from a nearby sewer drain and then quickly form into a mysterious man. 

"Oh!" the woman would say after stepping a couples paces into the alleyway. "Speaking of names, it seems I have forgotten to give to you ours!"

The husky man would mutter a word, and glowing symbols would appear, seaming to shine through his gauntlets: سَيْطَرَ along his forearm, and فلز would appear on the back of his hand. The light shined a deep silver, and with a wave of his hand his sword would lift from his hands and gracefully sheath itself, defying gravity completely. With that, after another mutter, the shining symbols would disappear.

"Zat es Mister Hikam, a Chaish soldier in service to ze king."

The man would nod his head as confirmation. 

"Zis man dressed in vite likes only to be called Artem. He es in service to ze king as a member of ze Qatal." 

The masked figure would also nod. 

"And, to save ze best for last, my name es Violet Szutenberg, ze Vest member of ze faction known as Zabal. But you may call me Vi," she would wink at Miya. 

"And vut vud be your name, Schatzi?"

[Miya]

Miya rubbed her temples. This was going to be a pain in her ass.

"My name is Miya."

[Deimian Kyrikk]

"Perfekt!" Violet exclaimed. She would then turn around and shout, "öffne die Tür!"

From beneath her gloves symbols shone from her hand and arm, much like what had happened with Hikam. يَسْتَدْعي
sparkled across her forearm and باب on the back of her hand. Though this time, they glowed a dark hazel. 

Suddenly, golden double doors appeared in front of the party, covered in symbols. It shined a magic light, and bits of light like sparks erupted from its appearance. 

"Shall ve?" Violet asked as she opened the door, whose light faded into a softly burning luster comparable to embers. Artem and Hikam walked through the door, into what Miya could see was a dark room on the other side, the walls covered in shelves of books.

[Miya]

...I'm REALLY going to regret this... sigh. And she would step into the door!