A meeting of swords. (c)

[Ciel Viola]

Ciel wandered across the field and into the village of Kakariko. The village was quiet, and fairly small. It seemed peaceful and quaint. The perfect neutral ground in case something was misinterpreted and things went sour. Walking up to the door of the inn, Ciel entered the lobby-esque dining area and bar and walked up to the counter.

Ordering a drink, He looked around the room and turned back to nod politely and thank the bartender. "Thank you." He said in a cheerful voice, and he walked to a seat in the room and awaited the arrival of his Mercenary friend. He assumed he had arrived first, since when he got there he didn't see anyone matching the other Postman's description of him.

So he began to wait for either the man to arrive, or to reveal himself, since he obviously wasn't in plain sight if he was here.

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[Seri Meruonna]

Seri meruonna

Ciel Viola Sven

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Seri lightly hopped off the back of her loftwing, landing softly on the ground below. The loftwing left quickly, not wanting to remain on the ground. She went towards the inn, remembering the letter that had brought her here.
"How does Kakariko Inn sound?" it had said. Her curiosity had, of course, brought her to follow the mysterious letter, and, by extension, its intended recipient. She carefully peered inside, remaining unnoticed. She saw Ciel, one of her co-workers, and the sender of the letter. Realising that remaining unnoticed that way would be rather unlikely, she carefully went round to the back of the building, and persuaded the somewhat slow-witted bartender to let her enter through there. She hesitated for a moment, allowing a small gaggle of customers to enter the building through the main doorway. She hoped the recipient of the letter was among them, however, without knowing of his appearance, she could not be certain. She would know of his presence only when he joined Ciel's company.

In the meantime, she used a small group of patrons who took a table between her and Ciel as cover, leaving little chance for Ciel to spot her. She ordered a stiff drink, took one of the hard seats, and laid out upon the solid, smooth table a carefully sketched map of the area around the village, which she intended to finish while she waited, both to avoid seeming to be watching Ciel and his guest, and simply to have the map completed. At the same time, she watched the unsuspecting Ciel carefully, hoping to find out who he had invited to meet him, why he had done so, and what sort of person would make him choose to go for "neutral ground" for the meeting.

[Sven]

It was a nice, quiet, quaint town. Frankly, before this, he's never really had a reason to enjoy it. He's taken quite a few jobs before out of here, surprisingly, despite just how peaceful it all seemed, and so he knew his way around well enough. Still, he hadn't been given a description of what the man he was supposed to find looked like, and that irked him more than anything, given how much wandering he had done. Sure, he had been given the wear as far as the village, but he didn't know where he was supposed to be. This essentially ended in him wandering the town randomly, questioning people hanging around if they were Ciel. Eventually he wandered into the inn, scratching his head as his gaze shifted over the room; he had been in the town for hours on end, and had even rented a room here for a few hours to rest, the entire time not being called out by the person who had summoned him; it was boring, honestly, and he had a major desire to stab something with all the time he felt he wasted.  Annoyed, he was a bit tired of having to search, or having to wait for the other man to seek him out. Gathering his energy, and even air into his lungs, he yelled evenly, his voice carrying over the room well enough despite the noise, yet somehow spoken in a voice free of annoyance or anger, and thus not coming off as rude. "Oi! Hey! Which one of you is named Ciel?" tags Ciel Viola - Seri Meruonna words 263 damage summary n/a credits ★MEULK OF BTN AND GS

[Ciel Viola]

Ciel sat at his table as a small bunch of people came in, and he relaxed against his chair, fiddling with his sword in his hands, twirling it and watching the light reflect off of it. All was calm, and Ciel was starting to wonder when the Mercenary would arrive. All of a sudden a large and loud voice stretched across the room, startling Ciel and causing him to jump out of his seat. The voice was asking who Ciel was.

"I'm Ciel." He said awkwardly, realizing that the man who had yelled was the mercenary he had invited here. He looked the man over, and he seemed to match the description his colleague had given him, and the sword sheathe also matched. "Get over here and sit down, yelling like that might startle the owner." Ciel said to the man in a joking manner, gesturing towards one of the seats opposite him at the table.

Ciel remembered one of the reasons the man came originally was to see a 'sword with real power' or something along those lines, and so, he presented his sword and sheathe. "I'll show you mine if you show me yours." slipped casually out of Ciel's mouth, with no sexual innuendo intended.

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[Seri Meruonna]

Seri meruonna

Ciel Viola Sven

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Seri stared at Sven, knowing that this may well be the man Ciel intended to speak to. However, she had by no means been expecting him to so brazenly announce his presence. She watched as Ciel offered him a seat, knowing now that this rather dangerous looking man was indeed the man she had intended to watch. She carefully continued work on her map, smoothly sketching out the various details of the area. She stopped for a moment, and glanced at her own blade, securely in its sheath. With any luck, it would remain that way.



Seri had thus far managed to keep her coworker unaware of her presence. However, should the mercenary feel the need to point her out for some reason, this could change in but a moment. Realising this, she carefully positioned a few large objects to almost completely cover her from view, leaving her the opportunity to continue watching with almost no chance of being seen - at least, unless one of her quarries went to get a drink. She continued watching them for the time being, realising that this meeting was about swords. She hoped that it remained about looking at them, rather than using them. 

[Sven]

Sven blinked, sliding his right hand through his dark blue hair. Indeed, he had startled a lot of people that were minding their own business, but he didn't feel too sorry about that; after all, he had gotten what he wanted and they were no worse for wear. A fact they were all too happy share after a few rude and odd glances followed by them going and doing what it was they had going prior to the little outburst. And then, good enough, the person that had contacted him had decided to finally pipe up; after what Sven just did, he was pretty sure that the guy probably knew some people here, and so he was likely to move his ass once everyone found out this loud guy that came to meet him had disrupted the peace to call him. Maybe. He was only going by what he knew of people, and people didn't set up a meetup point with a complete stranger unless they were in grounds they felt comfortable in. Sven just wanted to know what this guy's game was, and why he had to go meet this man, rather than the other thing around. He wasn't exactly angry or worried about doing things on the guy's terms, sure, but common courtesy said that if you wanted to meet someone, you did it on theirs. He walked casually to the table, nothing special, and taking a seat across from the male; he looked the guy in the eyes, before smiling, the scar on his face seeming to curve and make a slight smirk of its own. "Ciel. Well, you know who I am, clearly." He could tell by the look in his eyes that there was familiarity, and he so hated formalities. "And what if the idea was to startle the owner, eh? It seems a little TOO peaceful here, don't you think?" He paused. The guy had asked to show him his blade. While his mind hadn't at first jumped to anything homoerotic, he couldn't help thinking about it once he realized that the guy asked to see his sword; that made him sort of uncomfortable, and Sven was beginning to wonder whether they were talking about the weapons anymore; after all, the letters weren't specific, he didn't think. Then again, he was holding out his sword, so it had to be alright. Sven slid the sheath off of his back, onto his shoulder, and then into his waiting hands, blade held horizontally as he held it out to the man. "What, we doing this on the count of three or something?" There was a strange tone there, one that couldn't be said to be serious or joking, almost like a strange juxtaposition. "Well, let's get this over with, eh?" tags Seri Meruonna - Ciel Viola damage summary n/a credits ★MEULK OF BTN AND GS

[Ciel Viola]

Ciel felt kind of awkward after saying the bit about the swords, realizing that it could be misinterpreted, and probably was, given the lack of specifics in the details of their letters. Nevertheless, it seemed the Mercenary understood the true basis of this meeting was their literal swords, and if it happened to go elsewhere later on then that was that, but right now it was sword inspection time.

As the man sat down, he presented his sheathe after removing it from his back and remarked on the over dramatics of it. Ciel admired the sheathe as he pulled his sword up from beneath the table where he'd been playing with it, and splayed it out on the table. "On three? No, that's too lame to be honest. Cliche'd by to many novels and such." He said as he pulled his sword out from it's sheathe and let it gleam in the light from the various lanterns and streaming in from the doorway.

"This is my sword, and through some research with my colleague, and a book I found on ancient legends and the weapons they spawned, we found that it's called the 'Goddess's Sword'." He said as he gave it a small swing in the air beside the table, and held it out for the Merc for inspection, forgetting a key detail about it. No one could hold his blade but him, like with all legendary weapons apparently. He then went to unsheathe the blade of the Mercenary, but to his dismay, no matter how hard he pulled he was unable to unsheathe it. "Hmmm... what a pain. Could you pull it out for me?" He asked, eagerly waiting to see it. Either this sheathe was really a pain, or this weapon was a legendary one. At least, that's what the evidence showed.

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[Seri Meruonna]

         

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Seri watched intently, as Ciel drew his blade, and failed to do the same with the mercenary's. She pulled out her own, resting it on the surface of the table, beside the unfinished map, ready to be used at the slightest provocation. She prepared to get up and go order another drink while her quarries were occupied. As she turned to stand, however, someone made a grab for her blade. The thief could not quite grip the blade, however, unexpected to both him and Seri. She grabbed the blade, and pointed it at the thief. "Stay your hand, ruffian." she said loudly, having already brought silence to the room. She knew that she had made herself obvious already, and was going to make sure this thief learned their lesson.


Seri carefully made a cut along his neck, barely deep enough to leave a scar for a few weeks. While this most likely wouldn't stop him from thieving, it would certainly make him recognisable by the townspeople, making it much harder for him to seem innocuous. She sat back down, leaving her blade unsheathed and on the table, and returned to work on the map, quite aware that many patrons of the bar were staring at her in a mixture of surprise and confusion. Nevertheless, she relaxed, and continued work on the map.

[Sven]

Sven blinked. It didn't take him long to feel certain...annoyances here. For some reason he had expected the other man to be able to draw his blade, considering he supposedly had a special sword of his own, but it looked like it wasn't possible. Maybe the blade really was tied to his bloodline like his father had said over and over again; it's the one reason that, in all his life, the blade had never been stolen from it's current wielder. At least, that's what his dad said anyway. He couldn't help but feel a little disappointed, though he wasn't entirely certain what he was expecting out of both blades. What he did guess, with every bit of education he could muster, was that he probably wouldn't be able to use the other guy's sword either.  And that was the biggest disappointment thus far. More of that homoeroticism. While he had no real issue with those who played for the other team, he always felt uncomfortable when the nature of their lives slipped into their words when they talked to him; it always made him feel like they were raping him with their eyes. Still, that was likely just his imagination talking, so he did his best not to let his thoughts translate in his anything. He did as asked, drawing his blade and laying it across the table horizontally, before resting his right elbow against the table and his chin on the knuckles of the hand on the same arm, peering at the other guy carefully; the golden blade of the sword glinted in the light, showing that the Goddess Sword's gleam wasn't shit. "Ragnell. That's the name of the blade. What do you know about it, if any? Surely you didn't waste your time trying to find a weapon that you know nothing about aside from appearance." Then something happened. There was a commotion at a table nearby, apparently being some guy who struggled trying to steal some sword from some girl. It was mostly uninteresting to someone who was used to this sort of thing on the roads, but one thought caught his eye; she had been facing him from before, and the sword she wielded was on the table. And then she sat back down, doing what she was doing before, as if she hadn't just cut a man in the middle of the place who was trying to rob her.  He looked towards Ciel, a sly smile spreading his face as his eyes danced with a strange amusement. "She sure is sitting close. And her position and the fact she put a weapon like that on a table in a place as cheery as this...sort of strange, eh? That your girlfriend, looking to protect little 'ole you in case this meeting goes south?" tags Seri Meruonna - Ciel Viola - Rune Darius damage summary n/a credits ★MEULK OF BTN AND GS

[Ciel Viola]

Ragnell. That was the name of the blade laying before him. Hmmm... Did I read about it in the book? It's probably a bloodline blade, considering I couldn't unsheathe it... He thought to himself, flicking through his memories, hazy and confusing. "Oh, now I remember. Ragnell, right? From the scarcity of knowledge about it, at least in the book I've been reading, I gather that it runs in your family yeah?" He was pretty confident at this, and so he continued. "The book mentions something about the bloodline of Ashera, but that is just legend and speculation from what the book says. But you've got a legendary blade right there friend. Nobody but you can wield it, well, at least according to the books."

Ciel was then somewhat startled when the whole thief business happened nearby, and looked over even more shocked to find his friend and colleague Seri in the middle of it. After the whole thing, Sven remarked on the oddness of her placing a sword like that out on the table in a calm and public place like this, and it seemed he was accusing Ciel of having backup in case things went south. And something about her being his girlfriend. "No, no, no. She's not my bodygaurd, and in fact I'm curious as to why she's spying on us in the first place." Ciel put a heavy emphasis on the word 'spying' since he was sure that She was only here to poke her nose in Ciel's business. He now awaited her response.

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