Nathan Knapp: Daniel returned to the boy rather promptly, bag of coins in hand. He tossed it up in the air once, catching it without a hitch. The coins rattled and jingled around within the small burlap coin purse, a very pleasant sound to the ears of Daniel Kerington. How long had it been since he had heard this? This amount of money, jingling around with the sound of gold? There should have been a smell to accompany this, some sort of fragrance of gold-- of hitting it rich! Well, not that he was going to be filthy rich or anything. It was only twenty gold coins, and he was splitting them up with his partner in crime, but ten gold coins could still go a long way, especially since a lot of people were selling for bronze anymore. If there was one good thing about the End of the World, it was the fact that the economies around the world had lost hold of, well, everything that made them strong. Now, values were much lower, and it was leveling out. Something cheap sold for around one or two bronze coins, not a single gold peace, like things had been in a lot of countries before the cataclysm. Everything sold for the equivalent of gold back then, gold which was obnoxiously difficult to come by.
"Got it!" Daniel declared, albeit a little hushed, as he arrived to meet the boy, just beyond the tavern a little ways, but not quite in the forest. "That was so easy it should'a been illegal! Good thing it isn't."
Daniel grinned slyly as he thought about the future. He wasn't a thief or anything, but this sort of thing could be taken advantage of. He could always make up a monster or <c>
Nathan Knapp: something in towns, and go pretend to slay it-- and get paid! And after awhile, his name would be put out there as some legendary monster slayer, and people would actually start hiring him to go slay real live monsters-- monsters that were actually threatening the lives of people. Man, that would be so sweet.
Mandaz: The boy had been awkwardly sitting in the dirt nestled in some of the bushes in so as not to be seen. He did keep the hood up too, so he looked more like a clump of dirt than a person. When the sound of money and Daniel’s confident chuckle hit his ears he perked his head up, smiling widely once he saw what he was promised. The boy quickly shoved himself to his feet, not bothering to pat off the dirt he was covered in. With a spring in his step he met Daniel with excitement, unable to take his hidden eyes off of the bag. The sound of the jingling was a beautiful music that the boy eagerly listened to; made only more beautiful by the fact that half of it was his.
“Wow!” he said breathlessly. “All that for getting me? I musta made someone awful mad.” The smile never left his face. Something about playing the monster seemed like fun. That is until hunters came after you. He’d never purposefully scared someone or hurt anyone in his life, but it sure would pay well if he did so. “So they believed you then! Man that was a really good plan. My fingers are all scabbed back up too.”
Nathan Knapp: "Every word," Daniel replied proudly.
He'd told his fair share of lies in his life, but they had never gone over this well before. This was a first, definitely. And it felt good, damn good. Maybe this was his big break. Maybe he was just getting better at lying, without even realizing it at all. That would be so fantastic. Then, maybe, his idea of feining monsters in every town he goes to would actually work. It all hinged on him being a better liar. Yes! Yes, I think I really am getting better this.
"Well! Guess it's toime to split the earnings up, roight?" Daniel asked rhetorically as he opened up the small burlap coin purse, counting out a total of ten coins as he withdrew them. These were kept in one hand, so he could hand off the coin purse to the boy. There were ten more gold coins to be found within there, and Daniel had no need for the coin purse. He always had a habit of losing those things. He always forgot where he kept them, and wound up leaving a place and leaving it behind somewhere, in a drawer or something. It had happened too many times for him to risk that anymore.
"And this here's your half."
Mandaz: The dirty little hands found their way out of the long sleeves and into the air. He caught the worn bag with clumsy grace and smile warmly as he felt the weight of it in his palm. A rush of different feelings came to him. Happiness, eagerness, wonder, amazement, responsibility, confusion, doubt, money had a way of filling people with all the emotions at once. The boy opened the purse to look at the money inside. To his surprise his face was not met with silver or bronze but with gold. Real gold. His mouth dropped in disbelief. He was rich. Officially rich. All those strange emotions came out of him as laughter. He held one of the little coins in his hand as if it were as precious as a newborn child. It was unbelievably amazing. He slid them all in his palms and listened to them cling against each other. Again he looked to Daniel with a smile.
“Wow man this is….this is fantastic. I…I dunno what to say I’ve never held this much money before.” The boy was near speechless, he gently dropped each coin back into the back and shoved it in the pockets of Daniel’s sweater. Without another word he wrapped his arms around Daniel, just a little shorter than him, he got under his arms and tugged, hugging him like one would a long lost family member. “Thanks a lot. I don’t know how I could repay you for all this.”
Nathan Knapp: "I--" Daniel was about to speak, but the boy threw his arms around him in an instant. This surprised him a bit; he wasn't used to this sort of thing. People didn't hug him very often. Not nearly often enough. A little nervously, Daniel returned the hug. It was slight, but still he patted him on the back. "Well, uh-- y-yeah, don't worry about it, okay?"
Daniel let go and gently broke away from the boy. He'd already repaid the favor, anyways. Daniel didn't have to hurt someone terribly bad or anything like that; in fact, he had worked with someone on the deal-- someone who could very easily be a new friend, perhaps! He had a lot of friends, really. Perhaps a little too many to count.
"We both made out here, you know?" Daniel asked rhetorically, scratching the back of his headawkwardly. "Ten gold coins goes a long way."
Speaking of: Daniel remembered something.
"Oh, hey-- you want to come back to the tavern with me? We could celebrate this with a couple'o drinks."
Mandaz: The boy stepped back from the awkward embrace still with his pleased smile. The weight of the coins in his borrowed pocket was almost unnoticeable, but he could feel it there. A friendly little reminder of his half-adventure and his new future. No more rummaging through trash for scraps of food and literature, now he could buy whatever he wanted like a regular human being. That was a good feeling, to know that he could be treated like a normal person for once. He didn’t express it to Daniel for fear of boring him, but living in the woods and hiding from people was a very lonely and sad life. Not that he’d cry or anything. No he was far too old and strong and a man for that.
Daniel saved him from that life. He was someone who gave him a friendly smile and a means of becoming something better. Maybe he could consider Daniel a friend? He’d never had friends before, so he wasn’t sure of the etiquette, but he’d sure like to have one in Daniel. He was so smart and nice and friendly, why couldn’t they be friends?
“Sure!” The boy piped up when asked to go back with his new friend, but he quickly recoiled. “Oh wait. Wouldn’t that be bad? You just killed me, yeah? Wont they be mad if they saw me?”
Nathan Knapp: "oI didn't kill you," Daniel replied with a furrowed brow. He'd forgotten for a moment that, as far as the official record went, he had killed him. Oh. Roight. Daniel scratched the back of his head again. My mistake. "Nah, won't be a problem at all."
Daniel reached forward to tug on the boy's new hood again. It couldn't go any lower to hide his face, but still, it was a good means of indicating what he was about to talk about. One couldn't even see his hair under the hood.and it was long enough on him to cover his hands completely. The boy was completely cloaked in this! It didn't even need to cover his legs. After all, who focused on a person's lower half? And there was another thing, too . . .
"Anyways, no one's really seen you before, roight? Just a silhouette sorta thing. That's what those guys had told me. You could go into public loike this, then take the hood off or something once people saw you wearing it-- and they won't notice a difference!" Daniel declared as he started towards the tavern. In less than a second, he changed the subject. Something else came to mind. "Oh! Hey! You know-- my friend should be working tonight. oI'll introduce you to her. She moight even be able to get us free drinks or somethin'!" A discount, at least!
Mandaz: “I know you didn’t!” he defended “I’m still alive and awful grateful too!”
His body lurched forward as the hood was pulled down more. The boy felt like a monk the way these clothes hung on him like robes. He put both hands on his hooded head and smoothed out the ruffles he could feel in his hair beneath. His face scrunched in an uncomfortable pout which quickly disappeared when he bought the subject back about going to get some drinks. His face was dark in the hood, but Daniel could probably tell he was smiling. Some people just had a sound to their smiles, and this kid was one of them. He had to be with half of his face covered up like it was.
“That sounds great” he chattered. “I’ve never been in a tavern before. I’ve seen that one in town though. It looks nice and warm. I’ve never bought anything either! I’m kinda excited.”
Nathan Knapp: "Well, let's go get some drinks, then!" Daniel exclaimed as he put his arm around the boy's shoulder again.
What to drink, what to drink . . . Daniel thought about it as they climbed the hill towards the bar. They could always get some birch beer or something like that, something flavored but non-alcoholic. Or they could get some actual beer. Daniel thought about it for a moment. Come to think of it, he hadn't actually had any taste of an alcoholic beverage since he started traveling with Everett. He just didn't have the money for it as soon as he had to split funds between two people, but now he did. It wasn't like he was a drinker or party goer or anything like that, though. Daniel just didn't mind the taste of beer, and sometimes it cleared his mind a little. That was always a plus.
Daniel pushed the door open to make way for he and his friend. Now, he could ignore the people he'd taken the job from. It wasn't like they were going to be paying attention to him anymore, anyways. They had a much more demanding problem to take care of, after all. As soon as Daniel and his new friend were past a few tables, he started to glance around. If Everett wound up taking this job, she would be around here somewhere, in a nice clingy tank-top and short skirt. Just look for the legs, Daniel, he thought to himself, It might be the only chance you'll ever get.
Mandaz: The boy stayed silent for the trip, mulling over everything that had happened and everything that was going to happen. He twitched his thumbs excitedly under his the jacket, walking side by side with Daniel. Once there, he was a little too astounded to go inside right away. After Daniel was well inside did he realize he had stopped and was gawking for much longer than he should have been. He rushed inside, stumbling a little in the doorway, but otherwise making it in seemingly undetected. Surely the townspeople knew who he was. They could smell him right? Just like he could all them. It was unsettling how he could possibly pick out ever random bar patron by their stench. Surely they could sense the dirt and blood and sin on him. The whole thing made him very nervous. He stuck close to Daniel, really close. Unnervingly close. He reached out to grab Daniel’s arm with his bloodstained fingers, holding on to him like a lost child.
“ahh d-dude. I don’t feel so good.” He whispered.
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“DANIEL”
Everett rarely addressed Daniel by his name, but when she did it was usually very important. A very angry and scantily clad Everett came up from behind the boy she addressed, and when she turned around he would find her fist square in his face.
“I quit.”
Nathan Knapp: What was the boy all worked up about? Daniel glanced around briefly. He couldn't see anything that would be problematic or anything like that. Just people all sitting around, drinking, hootin', hollerin', and having a good night. There was nothing wrong with that. No one here knew who he was; a few might have looked at him, but no one was reacting poorly towards him or anything. They didn't even smell anything, it seemed. Not even the people sitting right next to where they were standing! They looked up at Daniel, probably wondered why he was covered in blood, and that was about it. The whole thing was going off without a hitch. The kid didn't have anything in the world to worry about!
"Wh--? Nah, you're foine, don't wor--" Daniel stopped dead in an instant, as he felt the hairs on the back of his neck stand at attention.
Daniel, on the other hand, did have a few things to worry about. A few things wrapped up into one package. One very angry package. As if he were a door badly in need of an oiling, Daniel creaked slowly, turning around as slowly and nervously as he possibly could. Something told him that was a horrible idea, though. What instinct had told him to stay where he was, or maybe keep walking as if he just heard a breeze or something, he didn't know. But he probably should have listened to i--
--as soon as Daniel had turned around, he received a well placed punch to his nose. Without a semblance of air resistance, he fell back and stumbled to avoid falling to the floor. He had to let go of his new friend in the process, just to keep from accidentally dragging him to the ground. Daniel winced loudly as he held onto his nose. Was it bleeding? He checked. Yes. He winced again and tried not to think about it. Slowly, he opened his eyes, to look at his traveling partner-- his very, very angry traveling partner.
"Eh . . . heh . . . h-hey . . . E-Everett . . ." Daniel whispered nervously, still holding onto his nose-- but all the while, he looked her over-- well, he would, if given the chance. If he was getting punched in the face, he may as well catch a glimpse of something that might make him deserve it.
Mandaz: “I have never. EVER been so humiliated in my life. I’m a warrior for Battle’s sake Daniel Kerrington. A warrior! You see that sword sitting in the corner collecting over two hors worth of dust? That is no place for a great sword. You forced that sword in the corner and me into this…this RIDICULOUS get-up. And then I hear rumors about you gallivanting off to destroy some great beast. Why the hell would you not-“
Everett continued to rant, stomping her feet and waving her arms around. However, as one who has never worn such revealing clothes before, the proper procedures for keeping oneself concealed were not followed. Daniel, from his place on the ground, would have a perfect view of her budding curves, smooth legs, and the narrow space between them, covered with a thin layer of cloth
“And who the hell is this? Don’t tell me you’ve gotten so ued to the homeless that you go hanging around them now. Is that blood on your shirt? If you think we’re stoping to wash it you’re dead wrong. You’re just going to have to walk with that dirty shirt until we reach our destination!”
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The boy stood, horrified at the events before him. His hero was beaten by a single hit, bleeding a foul smelling blood profusely from his nostril, The hooded boy shook nervously as this strange waitress screamed, looking around to see if they had drawn much attention.
Nathan Knapp: Yes. Yes, it was now completely worth it. He had been punched in the face and brought down to his knees, but that didn't matter anymore. His cheeks flushed red a little as his eyes trailed up, examining every detail of Everett's legs, up to the point where he could see under her skirt, and it was there that his eyes were tranfixed, locked on that position. It felt like hours, even though only a few seconds had passed. Hours of utter greatness. Daniel's nose bled a little more. Odd, that. But it didn't matter. Questions, concerns, doubts, difficulties, and all that jazz didn't really matter right now, not in this moment of glory. Unfortunately, though, it was extremely easy to figure out where Daniel was staring, and why he might be a little . . . unresponsive. All one would have to do is look at him for a moment, the look on his face, albeit half-covered by his hand, his somewhat flushed cheeks, and where his eyes were focused. He wasn't looking up at Everett's face, clearly.
Mandaz: Everett stopped ranting to watch where Daniel was staring. Her face grew beat red but the anger stayed. Soon her foot was slammed into Daniel’s face as well. She pulled her skirt down to cover what needed to be covered and stomped on Daniel’s chest.
“You unbelievable jerk! I can even fathom why I’m stuck here with you! You don’t even give me a lick of respect. WHAT ARE YOU LOOKING AT?”
Her glare shot to the hooded figure Daniel had with him, she didn’t like this hobo. Not one bit.
“I’m going to change and we are going to get out of this hellhole.” She spat, backing off of Daniel and folding her arms. Her angry face was slowly fading into an upset one. Daniel would be able to see the slight pout in her face and the redness in her eyes. She really wasn’t comfortable here. And she was admittedly jealous that she missed out on a good battle.
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The boy jumped back when he was yelled at. He really didn’t mean to stare. How could she tell? He felt a little bad though, this girl seemed obviously upset. He wished he knew why. She seemed really pretty when she wasn’t yelling. He awkwardly stepped forward holding his hand out to her.
“Uhm..i’m..i’m sorry.” He started his voice meek and nervous compared to hers. “Don’t be upset. He-he was o-only trying to help. Honest.”
Nathan Knapp: Caught. There was no way to avoid it. He'd been caught red handed. Or red eyed. Red cheeked, rather. Yes, that was it. He'd been caught red cheeked. His hands were already red anyways, but not from anything to do with this, but from touching the book that his new companion in business had bled all over-- at Daniel's request, of course. Nonetheless, Daniel should have seen this coming when he decided it was necessary to stare. The kick to the chest, which inevitably bowled him over and spilled him out onto his back, was still worth it. He got ten gold coins and the opportunity to see Everett's panties. A bloody nose and a blow to his pride was well worth it. Besides, she didn't kick him between the legs or anything, like the logical side of his mind was expecting. He'd made out like a bandit with this deal!
As Daniel slowly stood up, he made sure to apologize, "Sorry, sorry-- you just, uh, got, uh, noice legs . . ."
Of course, that last part was muttered under his breath. Like hell he was going to let Everett hear that. Then he'd probably get kicked in the nads. No, he would. Without a doubt in the world, he would. She also might try and ditch town without him, which would have actually been kind of bad. Why, he wasn't too sure. It wasn't like Everett was nice to him or anything. But she's just so damn cute when she does that. Pouting, that is. Cute, and it even made him feel a little bad for making her pout like that!
"So, uh, Everett?" Daniel asked after coughing and trying to change the subject. It was probably for the best, and he really needed to introduce: these two, to make life easier. "This is . . ."
And then, Daniel stopped and drew a blank. Oh, shit. I totally don't even know this dude's name.
Mandaz: Everett fought with her expression, trying to stay angry and not break out into tears. She ignored the boys, sniffling and rubbing the moisture from her eyes. She was just so mad she couldn’t stand it. The boy reached out to her, trying to get her from being upset. A part of her was touched, another part disgusted. This bloody little urchin had sympathy for her? It was disgraceful.
She stood straight again, recovering from her momentary emotional lapse. Everett glared at the boy, taller than her, but obviously not as tough.
“This is who? Why are you hanging around with people like this? Didn’t you learn your lesson?”
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The boy felt nervous as all eyes fell on him. Angry eyes, mostly. He stepped back as if that would save him from the glare, but to no avail. The hood turned to face Daniel, wanting to affirm that he would be protected if this girl were to lash out at him. Sadly enough, when he saw that bloody nose he realized there was no safe retreat from this horrifying lady.
“I..uhm well.” He began. “I don’t think I have a real name. Everyone’s called me different things. I dunno which one you want.”
Nathan Knapp: Daniel had also recovered from the bleeding nose and (somewhat) hurt chest. He had just a little more blood on his hand, now. It was no big deal anymore, though. He was perfectly fine, completely bounced back. If Everett were going to take a swing at Daniel's business partner here, he'd be able to protect him. A fairly serious protection, too. When Everett lacked her sword, it was all just a matter of restraining her. He really didn't want to have to do that, ever, because he definitely wasn't one to flaunt any sort of physical superiority over anyone, especially a girl that he was at least moderately attracted to, but if worst came to worst, he'd be able to keep things from getting out of hand. Everett punching Daniel in the nose, though . . . that was fine. He didn't mind her attacking him nearly as much as he would have minded her attacking someone else that didn't necessarily deserve an attack.
Nonetheless, the boy's response was a fairly odd one. Even Daniel didn't know what to say. Maybe the boy had a worse memory than him or something, and had just forgotten his name? Or maybe he really didn't have any particular name to go by. That would've been really, really odd, though.
"Uh, well-- y'know, a name. Loike mine-- Daniel. Or her's-- Everett. Just something we moight know you by, you know."