Shadow Voice
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The Dealer Of Information & Dis-information
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Post by Shadow Voice on Mar 13, 2006 19:08:56 GMT
*Sudernly Wren became aware he was being watched he looked around but could see no one.* "Over here Mercenery." *The voice came from a dimmly lit doorway in one of the side streets. there was a vague shadowy outline present in the doro frame but Wren could not make out any fetures or even if the figure was human.* [ModNote: Last seen in BEAR ATTACK!!!]
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Mar 14, 2006 15:50:10 GMT
He smiled. He knew this game by now.
'Hello there Leytan. You really need to pick a new way to introduce yourself, the whole 'voice from the alley' thing is starting to get old.'
The next five seconds of silence were thick enough to tapdance on.
Wren tensed. He had a feeling the mysterious stranger was not Leytan...
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Shadow Voice
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The Dealer Of Information & Dis-information
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Post by Shadow Voice on Mar 14, 2006 16:46:44 GMT
*There was the sound of something scrapeing against stone. Then a match flicked in to light and raised upwards. In the flickering light, Wren caught sight of the strangers face or rather a very vague fletting glims. Juts long enough to take in his pitch black eyes and hair, with flecks of grey in, his well manicured hands and the dagger slash of a mouth from which a cigret hung and then he was once more a shadow as the match died.*
"As you can see Mercenry. I am not your fellow Soilder of Fortune Leytan."
"And my buissness is not that of the sowrd but of that, that is stronger then any blade, or arrow head. Information."
"While my real name is of no importance to you I am the one people call Shadow Voice."
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Mar 14, 2006 20:52:34 GMT
Shadow Voice? The name was unfamiliar to Wren, and he didn't know anyone who smoked. Not without the aid of a pipe, anyway. He'd had only one experience with ingesting noxious fumes, one that had ended badly - he would have to work on overcoming that fear, it was embarrasing for someone in his profession to be afraid of lizards.
He raised an eyebrow in mild interest, but still retained his distance. Something in the brief flash of appearence put something inside him on edge...
'I see. Well then, Mister Voice, what business do you want with me? If it's a job you want me for, I should warn you I'm busy for the next week.'
((OOC - Wren is still labouring under the assumption that the job he was given before is still going ahead. I'm told that with the leaving of Count Brinkatore, it has since been abandoned. Check with Tom for the full score.))
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Shadow Voice
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The Dealer Of Information & Dis-information
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Post by Shadow Voice on Mar 14, 2006 21:07:36 GMT
*SV laugh a callous and cold laugh.* "If your reffering to your recent employment bu Willaim Robert Hare. I wouldn't hold your hopes up and I sincerly hope you were paid before hand. Because he along with a few other note worth individuals in Town most note worth being the 3rd Count of Brinkatore Marcus Wolfgang Brinkatore have recently left in rather a hurry." "And lets just say that in some cases the investigations by local Justices are turning up some less then plesent facts about them. Links to Orgaised Crime, alliances to tThe Opposition etc." "And as for my buissness with you, as I have yet to find out anything of value about you, it is not of the finacial kind. no no, I am being used as a messenger by a certain Mercerny who whishes to disscus a buissnes dela with you. Your to meet him at 11:30 at The Wolfenden Clock Tower, if your intrested." *a Noise of a scufful distracts Wren's attension momenterily but that is all it takes when he turns back Shadow Voice has vanished.* [ModNote: Next seen in Entrance.]
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Post by Vyrrian Wren on Mar 14, 2006 21:21:12 GMT
Well. That was unexpected. And somewhat disturbing. Wren was slightly taken aback by this news. Hare, an opposition lackey? He confessed that it if he had indeed jumped ship during the morning, it was indeed a likely possibility he was who the Voice had said he was. But Count Brinkatore as well? He couldn't believe that. He'd heard his name mentioned once or twice back at the inn, the impression given was one of a respectable yet intimidating fellow. Was being the operative word... This gave a disturbing perspective into his formly simple task. No pawn of the Opposition would hire somebody to watch sheep for a week. He had a gut feeling something very unpleasent would have resulted from what would have happened tonight, and through some twist of fate, he had now found himself spared discovering it first hand. Disappointment mixed with an overall sense of relief. But what now? A new oppertunity it seemed, as he recalled the time and place of the mysterious stranger's message. One well worth seeking out... Continued in The Clock Tower
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