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| Noclan Merchant's Midwinter Party [O]; Open to all, Single Post GRP | |
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| Topic Started: Tue Dec 13, 2011 5:50 am (532 Views) | |
| Nkiruka | Wed Dec 21, 2011 1:51 am Post #16 |
 
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"You will not speak out of turn. You will not provoke brawls. You will not perform religious rites in public. You will only speak fluent Common if you must speak. You will not glare at people from across the room. You will n-" "Yeah, I get it." "You broke the first rule. Do you need me to start over?" With nothing to stop him from starting at the top of the list, Nkiruka sunk further into her rigid roc seat and tried to block out the man's slow, pedantic voice. He spoke to her in an overly patient way, as one might address a troublesome child, which only added to her frustration. In all of her experience in Istan, she never had nearly as much difficulty as she did when dealing with the nobility. This old man in particular, Hazim 'ela Korzul, was highly regarded, known for his kind-heartedness and generosity. If not for his intense racism toward Istani tribals, he would be a model citizen. The problem began right when she was first assigned to this job. Hazim, having been invited to a midwinter party hosted by the Noclan Merchant Company, demanded a trained bodyguard directly from the government to accompany him on the long trip to Cascadia. This resulted in Nkiruka being dragged into the affair, as she was stationed in a slum district of Istan City where military presence wasn't actually essential. Hazim caught a glance of her tattoos and now he wouldn't stop talking. By the time the roc landed outside the Noclan building, he was still speaking. Nkiruka continued to ignore him, looking down at the small box she clutched tightly in her mittens. As a way to motivate her, they had told the soldier that a certain person was also invited. She doubted the girl would actually respond to the merchants' summons, too busy with her own pursuits, but it was Midwinter and worth a try in any case. Nkiruka was the first person to leave the elaborately decorated roc, jumping down without a thought while Hazim struggled to fold out and navigate the steps. She followed him in. Her charge quickly got caught up in the festivities, greeting all his friends from the company and delivering many packages of gifts he donated for the occasion. Nkiruka made a half-hearted attempt to follow him around, trying to look vaguely intimidating in her bundled hood, scarves and other heavy clothing. Eventually the safety of the party became blatantly obvious, rendering her job as bodyguard moot, and she lost interest. Nkiruka wandered through the party until a blob of orange and black caught her eye. It was him. "Fourth place," she greeted Vyse in a dull voice, appearing at the hearth behind him. It mattered little to her that she was apparently interrupting a conversation between the merchant-lord and a woman in black. The soldier kept her distance from Umbriel and its massive kittens, still hesitant to approach the ferocious beasts. Neither Umbriel nor Vyserial kept her attention for long, though, when she saw that unmistakeable head of gold hair just next to them both. Rinrae, an old student of hers, had presumably left Istan a long time ago and Nkiruka had wondered how her quest for the pages was going. "Rin." She gave a slight nod to the waif. "Doing well?" The soldier was fairly pleased with how coolly she was handling the situation, as she had initially preferred to embarrass herself with a more enthusiastic greeting. Nkiruka carefully stepped around the 'kittens' to reach her student, then handed her the box. It was fairly plain, not wrapped, but contained a highly ornate silk scarf from Istan City itself. Upon giving her student the present Nkiruka felt a sudden need to explain herself. "Ah, well, they told me you might be here and I-I, uh, had it lying around, I guess. So you could remember your time in Istan or something. The parts you actually enjoyed, not the parts with the murder and pain and stuff. Merry Midwinter?" |
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| Vyse | Wed Dec 21, 2011 9:38 pm Post #17 |
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Vyse smiled at Kagiso, and nodded, "Raja... okay, I can accept that." He held up the male to his face, speaking the name to him... and received a heavy smack across the face, he laughed at the cub and put him down. He heard Kagiso say she was going to try on the dress, he nodded to her and turned to Rin, "I hope you're having a good time Rin, you need to visit us more often, my paperwork is lessening thanks to the new help we've got from some of Qadaj's old friends. I would love to have a good fight now and again without having to enter some tournament or let an assassin have a moment to try and kill me, only to fail since they never seem to take into count Umbriel's speed... well just remember to visit whenever you come by here, as I said before we can spar and catch up, I'm sure you've met plenty of interesting characters." He had seen some of the people he met, he had met a few of them himself, even fought alongside a few of them. He heard a door open and turned to see Kagiso, he blushed slightly and tried to hide it by scratching the side of his head, he turned his head a bit to look her in the eye, "It looks nice on you." He turned when he heard a familiar voice, Umbriel raised her head, her tail flicking from side to side, he turned his head and smiled at the woman who referred to him as 'Fourth place' and nodded, "Hello Nkiruka, I sent a letter to you about the party, I'm surprised you got it! Did you travel here with a rather snooty fellow, does a lot of charity work, I sent him an invite so he could talk to Qadaj, my adviser, he takes care of my Istani allies since there are some political and personal stuff that I tend to trample over with my blunt way of talking." He watched as Nkiruka spoke to Rin and smiled, "How do you two know each other exactly? Did you help Rin recover one of her items?" He refused to actually talk about the page, giving a vague question would help throw off anyone who was listening in, and he had no doubt someone was magically listening in on him, after all, any dirt on him could be sold for a bit or possibly someone could try to blackmail him, he smirked as the last man tried to blackmail him, he had used his own information network to blackmail him right back, it was dirty but it was one of the ways to keep his reputation clean. |
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| Jinjo | Sun Dec 25, 2011 2:51 pm Post #18 |
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Jinjo was doing rather well, he thought. Four drinks in and not even the urge to smack somebody on the side of the head. It was an amazing bit of self-control for him given the crowd and the people but it seemed that his job paid off in the long-run. Being a bodyguard meant going to places that frowned upon random fights being started. This meant that he had to train himself to not always be so reckless and battle-happy. Of course this wasn't exactly an easy thing to keep a hold of when some drunkard, a bitt too much wine for the blood it seemed, decided to stumble his way through some people and to the large furry bear-man "H-hey shou!" The drunk slurred very badly, poking Jinjo in the ribs which in turn made the pandaren look down upon the man, "I've sheen shou 'afore..." Jinjo had absolutely no idea who this guy was but so far found him pretty funny, taking a drink as he watched what was going on, "Shou and I ish gonn' fight..." And at those words the pandaren stopped drinking his alcohol, thinking it over for just a moment. He could have simply said no but instead he chose to bring a third person into the mix, asking his woman to hold his drink for a moment before he turned his attention back to the drunkard and rolled his shoulders. Jinjo was an intimidating figure, big and muscular. And with a few words the so-called fight would begin. "Normally yes... but this time no." Came the words from his bear-like face as he would swat his hands on either side of the man's head, hurting his ears. The drunkard called out in pain, lurching over as he turned around which allowed Jinjo to wrap one of his large arms around the man's neck and put him in a well-trained headlock. The pandaren counted the seconds until the man was unconcious in his arms, still alive but he would be waking up with one hell of a hangover. Jinjo would turn to the woman who had been holding his drink and take it with a smile. Ss far the party was pretty good and calm, he wasn't going to ruin that by starting a free-for-all. With that thought in mind he would lift the drunkard with a single arm and move to dump him in a corner before taking another drink of his alcohol, finding that it had been refilled to the rim. Confused for just a moment Jinjo would look back to the crowd for the woman who had held his drink but it would seem that she was nowhere to be found, "Damn..." He would mutter beneath his breath before taking another drink. "Well... If I can't find her then maybe I can find out whoever's in charge..." Jinjo mumbled aloud. He was still a foreigner to Imythess. He had no clue what the Noclan Merchants really were but usually merchants needed bodyguards and Jinjo was sure that he could find work here. |
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