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 Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 4:01 pm
|___ S A I N T S ___|
. Enlil
. Key
. Glass .: Stats :. Enlil | Key | Glass Str: | | End: | | Int: | | Eth: | | Luc: | | Chr: | | PerStr: | | PerWk: | | .: Bond/Family Info :. Enlil | Key | Glass - Bond: | | Enlil: Father of Key and Glass Key: Brother of Glass Glass: Brother of Key .: Wakareme :. .: Bulletin Board :.
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Posted: Mon Jul 18, 2005 4:07 pm
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 12:56 pm
RP w/ Orasteele and SpicataQuote: Since Spicata arrived he has already been jumped twice and propositioned once before he had even found the Inn where he had made reservations. At least his training hadn't been lacking. Perhaps he should have chosen not to dress up for his vacation, but the garb felt like a second nature these days. The glowing light of the teahouse caught his eye, and greatfully s**c entered. Even bad tea would make his vacation a bit better.
The Saints place was full of it's usual crowd, each tucked quietly into thier little tea tables with thier 'entertainment'. The elegantly robed door man walked over to s**c as he entered, bowing politely in greeting.
"Welcome to Sinners and Saints, how can we be of service to you this evening?"
"I'm just here to relax a moment and enjoy a cup of tea." The atmosphere felt vaguely familiar, but then most tea houses did.
The boy nodded, smiling warmly as he gestured with one of his hands. "This way." He turned, little bells sounding as he moved through the lobby area and into a hallway. The hallway broke into a huge back tea house, the room filled with all manner of tables, chairs and floor pillows. The boy lead him to a set of comfy cushions and a floor table covered in orchids.
"Please have a seat, a waiter will be with you shortly. Enjoy your tea~" He bowed again, and left.
Setting down his bag s**c sat down on the cushion as if he belonged there. He pulled the tassled, metal chopsticks from his hair and combed his fingers through it. "I swear if another person thinks they can just push me around I'll break thier neck," he muttered to himself as he carfully detangled his tresses.
"... If he comes in here again, shoot him in the head." A large man was dragging a very scrawny man by the neck towards the door. The voice belonged to a taller man behind them, dressed in black robes that had a certain asian flair to them. Black seemed to be his theme, since his hair was short, spiked.. and black. He wore black gloves, and his shoes were combat boots.. it would have clashed with the robes, but they were long enough to conceal the steel toed shoes well.
The larger bouncer nodded, lifting the troublemaker up into the air. "Sure thing Mr Saint," before he disssapeared into the lobby.
The man in the black robe sighed, running a hand through his hair. One of the little waiters scampered past and over to s**c, kneeling down beside the table.
"Hello! What can I get for you today?"
s**c stared at the man known as Mr. Saint in odd facination. He didn't even look at the waiter as he placed his order. "I'll take mint tea with a bit of honey if you would. Tell me, what did that man do that was thrown out?" Not that he didn't probably deserve it, he thought to himself.
The waiter blinked, glancing over his shoulder towards Key, the man dressed in black. "..er, Oh- that guy that just got taken away?" He blushed a bit, scribbling down s**c's order before standing. "I think he was the one who paid for Glass tonight.. he must have done something Glass didn't like..." He bowed quickly, then darted off towards the back.
Key turned to head back where he'd come from, pausing for a moment to glance at Spicata... then began walking away.
s**c watched the man as he was leaving and shook his head. "So much like the Blooms and yet not." Memories flooded s**c's mind of a time when he was content with his life. "Excuse me sir. I was curious as to the owner of this establisment?"
Key paused, turning to face s**c. "You're talking to him." He walked over, hands tucked within his robesleeves. "What can I do for you..?"
s**c looked up at Key. "So you are the owner of the establishment... I guess I was hopeing it was someone else. Sorry to have troubled you sir." s**c carefully lifted a single chopstick by its end and put his hair up around it.
"Who were you expecting, hmm?" Key tilted his head slightly, curious despite himself.
s**c tilted his head slightly and smiled. "Someone who ran an establishment much like this when King Drake still held the throne. Long before the mist even reared its ugly face for the first time. But he most likely parished like all the rest did." Small tears started to form at the corners of his eyes. "His name was Enlil."
Key blinked, eyes narrowing slightly. "... Enlil, hmm? And who are you?" There had been lots of times people came in claiming to know his father. Enlil was the unofficial leader of Ultima.. plenty of people would have liked to kill him.
The waiter appeared, setting his mint tea down onto the table before dissapearing again.
s**c lifted his cup to his lips and took a long sip of his tea. "I am Spicata Mint, a former Blooms courtesan. It's a pleasure to meet you sir. Do you know of Enlil?" A knot was forming in Spicata's gut telling him not to get his hopes up.
Key's eyebrows lifted at the name, one he'd heard before from his father. "... Yes, he's my father." His hands moved to his side as he frowned. "He's told me about you.. and the others."
Flying to his feet s**c dropped his tea. "He's alive?!" Mint green eyes searched Key's face for confirmation.
Key stepped back, eyebrows raised. ".. Of course."
Tea spread across s**c's robe, but it was of no concern to him. "Can I see him? Is he here? When did he have kids?.." questions raced through his head.
Key blinked, shaking his head. "You've spilled tea all over yourself... Would you like to change before you see him..?" The guy was good. If he wanted to die so easily, Key had not problem showing him to his father to get rid of.
s**c glanced down at the stain across his robe. "That would be most excellent actually. Sorry about dropping the tea, I'm not normally caught so of guard by news." s**c set the cup back on the table and lifted his bag. "Lucky for me I havn't hit the inn yet. Is there a place where I could get changed perhaps?" He knew he could be walking into a trap, but there was no other way to find out the truth. He'd be sure to be armed in his usual suttle manner when he walked into that room as a percaution.
"Sure, follow me. You can have one of our rooms." Key turned and headed towards the stairs, leading him to the second floor where row upon row of doors lined the walls. He walked to a vacant one, opening it for him. "Take your time."
So much like the Blooms, maybe it's not a trap... s**c thought to himself as he walked into the room. "Thank you very much." s**c shut the door behind him and locked it. It wouldn't do for someone to come in while he was changing.
Hair, makeup, and mint kimono perfect s**c added a few extra chopsitcks to be safe to the delicate display to give an almost crown effect. His hair rebelled as usual and small whisps fell forward from the display. In the room it felt as if he was working the floor again and he was waiting for his shift. How the situation brought back habits. Silently, with bag in hand he left the room and went to look for his guide.
Key was waiting downstairs, leaning against the staircase. He sensed s**c's arrival and glanced towards him, smiling a little. "You practically belong here.. it's weird that you could blend so well."
s**c glanced down at his feet as he tried not to blush. It had been a long time since he heard something like that. "I've worked in a place like this before, old habits die hard I guess," he said glancing back at Key as he came down the stairs. "I guess I'm ready to see him...it's been so long, I wonder if he will even remember me." His voice lost some of it's confidence.
"He used to tell us stories about you, I doubt he's forgotten anything." Key watched him for a few more moments, before turning and heading through the back passages, leading him to where Enlil was.
"Thank you Mr. Saint, I appreciate that a lot." s**c straightened up and followed him into the room with eyes searching for Enlil.
The room Saint walked into wasn't as large as the front room, and the occupants were fewer.. like a VIP lounge. Key was walking towards the back, where a half-moon of cushions was set up around a large low circlular table. A man was sitting at he table, smoking idly. Books were open up around him, as if he were doing the clubs booking or something. His hair was pulled up out of his face, tiny glasses set on his nose. Sitting beside him, a very pretty young man was scowling darkly, drinking his glass of alcohol and occasionally snapping something irratably. Enlil replied to him, glancing at him and gesturing with his pen. Glass shook his head, setting the glass down with a huff.
Key shook his head, glancing at Spicata. "That's Enlil... he's with my brother right now.. but, I think you'll be okay going up to him."
Spicata nodded, and with heart pounding made his way into the room. It felt almost like a dream to him, something that he had never thought possible. But there Enlil was smoking his same purple smoke. He stopped at the center of the room, it would give him room to fight if he needed to. "Excuse me, Enlil?"
Enlil glanced up, purple smoke trailing from his lips. "... Spicata?" He set the pen down, taking the reading glasses he was wearing off as he stood. "Wow, it's been quite some time, hasn't it?"
Relief flooded s**c's body and tears ran down his face. "You remember me!" s**c couldn't move fast enough to hug Enlil. "I thought everyone was dead... everyone I ever cared about...everyone..."
Enlil laughed lightly, hugging poor s**c tightly. "Of course I remembered you, your part of my family.. even when you all left to start your own lives." He smiled, peering at the array of weaponry in s**c's hair before touching one lightly. ".. Same old tricks, hmm?"
s**c wiped his eyes on a sleeve. "Of course, I learned long ago from you to never go into a situation unarmed. I see you havn't changed much. Started a new facility with new people as well I've noticed. I've met Key, he seems rather grim for your usual tastes in assassins."
"He takes his job as 'boss' far to seriously." Enlil smirked, tugging s**c to his table. "Join me! Meet my other son, this is Glass. He's more in your calibur of artistry." Glass looked up from his drink, eyebrow raised slightly.
"It couldn't please me more than to join you." s**c seated himself next to Enlil and smiled at Glass as he offered his hand. "It's a pleasure to meet you, I'm Spicata Mint."
Glass took the hand, smiling in return. "Glass Saint, nice to meet someone father holds in such high regards." Once he'd released s**c's hand, he stood. "I will leave you two alone to chat." Enlil nodded, turning back to Spicata. "So, what brings you here?"
"I was on vacation actually, and after the warm greeting this city brought me I thought it was best to stop into the tea house before I killed someone on my way to the hotel for something they deserved rather then just pay. When I saw the inside of this place and the atmosphere I started asking questions. You have no idea what it means to me to know I still have family alive."
"I see. Ultima is a city of thieves and murders.. it's a little rough around the edges." He grinned, offering him some tea. "How long will you be visiting?"
"I plan to be in town for at least a week, possibly two," he said taking the cup greatfully and sipped it slowly enjoying the flavor. "I've my former apprentice taking care of business in Elysium for me while I'm gone. It's good training for him to learn how to handle things without me looking over his shoulder."
"Ha!" Enlil snorted, shaking his head. "You have an apprentice?! Fascinating.. is he good?"
"He's rather good if I say so myself, but I don't know if he will stick to the profession as I have." Pride filled his voice as he began to talk about Nefarsin's progress. "He's been trained in most of the major martial arts by his family. Actually it seems that all he does is train. Somethings he learned the hard way, but overall he's an excellent student."
"I see. I never thought you'd be come a teacher, I'm happy to see you've moved beyond the Blooms to much greater things." Enlil smiled, glancing back at his books for a moment.. silent.
"It's a first for me to tell the truth...What is it Enlil?" s**c asked motioning to the books.
"Nothing." He flashed a smile, glancing at him sidelong. "Just thinking about the past. It's good to see you again, really."
"You sure you're alright?" Concern shone in his face even through the smile.
He nodded, pushing the nostalgia aside. "Yes, fine. I would like ot meet your apprentice some day. See how well you've trained him." Enlil grinned, taking out one of his cigarettes and lighting it with a sigh.
s**c grinned wickedly and winked. "I'll have to arrange it then...perhaps give him a false target. It could prove most interesting to see how close he could get."
"Yes, it would." Enlil smirked in return. "So, what are you doing now? Did you start a school for that or.. just took him in?"
"Oh I just took the boy in. Actually I'm still an assassin, my cover is a dress shop. Most convienient for me actually. I can keep all of my weaponry in stock and few people would realize it."
"Dress shop, hmm? Interesting." He gestured around the room. "I started this place.. I missed the Blooms, this place reminds me of it a lot.. keeps me content."
"Had I known you were still alive I'd probably still be working for you," he said shoving him affectionatly. "If you don't mind I wouldn't mind working for you while I'm here. I've missed the blooms so much and it would be relaxing to be in a places that gave me some of those times again. Besides I'd like to spend some time with you while I'm here as well as get to know your children a bit better. I'm not quite sure what they think of me to tell the truth," he said pulling out a single chopstick and twirling it between his fingers.
"I would love for you to stay here during your vacation." Enlil was quick to answer, grasping for any remnants of the past was an obsession of his. "We've got special rooms on the third floor." He smiled, watching him twirl the chopstick. "Glass is just like the Blooms were.. he spends his nights doing jobs for me and during the day he works here. Key is.. nothing like the blooms. XDD"
Spicata's face lit up at Enlil's quick reply. "Excellent! I'll go settle in then, and cancel my reservation at the inn!" s**c huged Enlil before rising to his feet. "I guess I'd better find Glass or Key and see if they can direct me to an empty room" ^_~
"I'm sure Key is looming around the floor. Glass is probubly back in his room." Enlil placed his glasses back on, picking up his pen. "If you feel up to it, meet me later for some drinks, hmm? If you're tired, I'll see you in the morning."
"I'd love to meet you for some drinks later on!" s**c said gleefully as he headed out the door to find Key. He couldn't be happier if he tried.
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Posted: Thu Jul 21, 2005 1:40 pm
Part 2Quote: Spicata left Enlil to wander the floor so he could locate Key or Glass. s**c had no want to choose a room that was already occupied, he remembered what his reaction was to such intrusions in the past.
Key was standing beside the hallway, sipping his cup of spiced tea. He'd watched Enlil and the new comers discussion the entire time, noting how his father had reacted to him. This person must have been the real thing this time. Enlil had been dissapointed before. He turned to watch Spicata dissapear through the doors, apparently looking around for something. Key set his tea cup aside for one of the waiters to find, and followed s**c.
Spicata moved through floor with practiced ease, glancing around for the black clothing in hopes of finding key. He could feel the hair on the back of his neck rise and knew he was being followed. Not changing his stride, posture, or appearance he ducked into an unoccupied, side hallway to pull one chopstick out. If it was one of the people from his arrival he would teach them to leave him be.
Key lifted an eyebrow as he watched Spicata duck into a hallway. Where was he going? Curious, he followed him to the hall and turned, moving into the corridor.
s**c watched the shadow and didn't hesitate a moment before sweepkicking his stalker and slamming on top of him with a sharpened shopstick to his throat. "Why are you follo..oh."
Key gave a strained grunt, laying still on the floor as he felt the sharp p***k of the chopstick at his throat. As he'd hit the floor, his own knife had come up to rest against Spicata's stomach. His eyes glanced sidelong at his attacker, one eyebrow raised.
"Are you looking for something in particular, or simply someone to rough up?" A tiny smirk crossed his face.
s**c slid off Key's back and pulled the chopstick away. He could feel a faint blush form. "Sorry, I had a rough welcome when I arrived in this city, and well thought you were one of the lowlifes I encountered out there."
He straightened himself up and slid the chopstick back into place. "Actually I was looking for you. I'll be staying here for the next few weeks and Enlil told me I should make myself comfortable. I figured I'd search you or your brother out to assist me in locating a vacant room."
Key tucked his knife back into it's case within the folds of his robe, pushing himself up onto his feet. "I see. I assume he told you about the third floor and the rooms up there?" He lifted a hand to touch his neck experimentally, not finding any blood from the chopstick jab.
"Not many people have booked the upstairs.. so there should be plenty of rooms to choose from. This way.."
Spicata nodded and rose to his feet to follow Key. "Don't worry I didn't hurt you. Had you struggled I might have, but I'm normally very cautious not to kill unless I'm sure of my target. Who else besides you and your brother work for Enlil these days?"
"Just us. We manage to take care of any jobs Enlil may recieve these days.. he's picky about taking people in and teaching them our ways. I'm not sure why.. might have to do with loyalty and losing people." He shrugged his shoulders, leading them through the hall and to the staircase. "Glass is a lot better with the arts than I am.. but I have my own ways."
"I see... you are probably right about loosing people. It's a risk I guess we all took when we first started the profession. Enlil told me that Glass was more to my style when it came to the arts. What are your ways? If you don't mind me asking that is."
"I'm not a subtle as Glass is," he replied, taking the stairs and moving up to the second set. "Glass has a certain finesse that comes with doing everything like your dancing.. he kills cleanly, and rarely gets seen or attacked in return. I prefer to meet my enemies head on. I don't really prefer to sneak up on someone and stab them in the back." Key glanced as Spicata as he stepped up onto the third floor, then made his way down the corridor of doorways.
"I am sorry about that by the way." s**c followed Key down the hall and noted the decore as he walked. "So you prefer the direct approch. Interesting. I've worked with people before who prefer to work that way, though I've seen it get messy before."
"Not everything in the world is perfect." He turned down another hallway, which opened up into a balcony like corridor that overlooked the tea house below. "I also like to use guns, father doesn't approve.. but he leaves me alone about it. I train enough with my knives that he doesn't have anything to complain about."
"I never said anything about perfection." A giggle escaped s**c. "I can imagine Enlil's opinion of guns. The problem with them is that you better have enough ammunition."
He looked down at the teahouse as they walked across the balcony. "I see this place keeps pretty busy. It surprisingly seems to suit this city in an odd way."
"Father was one of the men who built this city... " He glanced at him, curious. "Why wouldn't it suit this place?" They came to another small flight of stairs, which lead into a private section of rooms. "These are where Glass keeps his rooms, Enlil's is also here. You can have this room, I'll make sure it's marked as occupied." He opened the door, waiting for Spicata to enter before he did.
"I didn't know that Enlil built this city. The man still amazes me to this day." s**c entered the room and set his bag down on the dresser before laying down on the bed. "Thank you for your help this afternoon. If you hadn't told me that Enlil was alive I would still be alone in this world."
Key stepped into the room, hands clasped behind his back. He tilted his head slightly, watching Spicata from where he stood just inside the door.
"Yes, he did. The other Founders are all gone, he's the only one left," His eyes scanned the room briefly, before returning to s**c. "I've heard enough stories about you, Spicata. After a few words I knew who you were. Welcome to Sinners and Saints.. I hope you enjoy your stay."
He turned to leave, pausing at the door. "If you need anything, theres a pull bell on the far right wall beside the window," Key glanced at him a final time, holding Spicata's gaze until his eyes flicked away and he turned back around. "Good evening."
"Good evening Key. I look forward to working with you," he said rising to his feet.
Key nodded, and pulled the door closed as he left the room.
s**c smiled at the closed door. It would be interesting to stay in a place that he could so easily call home. I wonder what he thinks of me, s**c thought to himself as he unpacked his clothing and put them away. He tossed the stained garment into a hamper and made note to have it cleaned when he got the chance next, but first a nap was in order. Pulling the chopsticks and various sharp objects he let his hair down and leaned back to sleep the morning's wear off.
When s**c awoke his internal clock told him that hours had passed since he laid down. Quickly s**c showered and changed into something more relaxed. No makeup, and hair down so that it may dry s**c left the room in loose pants and a silk over robe. One chopstick twirled through his fingers as he came down the stairs to the main lobby.
The lobby was full of a few 'guests' each sitting on the cushions waiting to be lead to tables or thier respective rooms. The door man was leaning over his podium, scrawling notes here and there as he worked on attending everyone present.
The back rooms were busy, waiters scampering here and there as they worked to server the people present. This was one of the more popular attractions in Ultima, so on any given night it was packed.
Glass was making his rounds in the tea room, flirting here and there and sitting with various clients. Key was sitting on a raised dias, reading over some journal-style books and writing a few things. He must have been overlooking the books Enlil had finished. Enlil himself, was not present.
s**c smiled and headed toward the tea room to make himself comfortable and out of everyone's way. "Excuse me? Waiter? Could you bring me a cup of green tea please?"
The waiter nodded, darting off to get him the cup of tea.
s**c laid down on a cushion and watched the commotion of the evening. It was as if he belonged right where he lay. "Just like evenings at the Blooms."
"Enjoying youself?" Enlil's voice was to s**c's right. He stood there grining, holding the cup of green tea Spicata had ordered.
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