[Finished] Recruiting

[Fane]

The Monster Hunters guild; he left the old Fairy Fountain Tavern to take lead and help in its formation. Now he had a job to take care of, and he took his job seriously. It was time to make their forces rise, to strengthen their numbers. So far, two new recruits had been added to their list, and today he was looking for the third.

With Greer's Blade, the large 12 foot sword he had won in his battle against the Dark Knight and the evil spirit that possessed him at Lake Hylia prior to the cataclysm, he sat at a small local bar counter. One of his arms was wrapped tightly in bandages, still healing from the last battle he engaged in. In a short amount of time, Fane went from dealing with small time Black Merchant work to Creating a guild, quitting his Bartender job, and spreading his name in two well known battles in Hyrule. All around, monsters and beasts of amazing feats were appearing, and along with about 16 others, Fane stamped his name in the history books.

"I'll take a light mix of rum and vodka."

"Ain't nothing light about that son."

Fane did not reply to the bartender, he simply allowed him to make the drink, and he downed it in a single swoop, then motioned for another. Fane had a reputation, and after this last battle, he couldn't honestly say he didn't need to reevaluate his battle strategies. He went in and honestly screwed up this last one; shaking his head, he tore out the thoughts of bettering himself, and focused on his goal.

Recruitment.

[NOIR VOLAILLE]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, text-align: justify;] Perched upon a high stool beside the counter, the young woman was not much of a drinker, nor much of a socializer. So why in the world was she caught in such a place? Simple: she was taking a break, and one that would hopefully be left undisturbed. And if not, break time would easily shift to stress-relief time. Either way, it worked for her. The winged woman had actually been sitting there for quite a while, the glass held within her grasp already empty, small droplets of water having slid down the smooth surface and onto the countertop freely, where there was no such coaster to stop it from doing so. She was angled slightly forward, elbows leaning on the counter, looking rather indifferent about whatever may have been occurring in the bar, a plaid red cap still remaining on her head, showing how little the silver-haired woman seemed to care for indoor manners. No one dared bother her about it either, as a large blade, just about as big as the oocca herself, was also leaned up against the counter right beside where she was seated. "Care fer a refill?" The bartender approached, and for a moment, was left in silence, as if he was being ignored. Having closed her eyes, clear blue eyes slowly reopened as she gazed a bit too intensely towards the man. "If I wanted one, I'd ask you." Was all she said in a brisk manner, an uneasy deadpanned stare to return the barkeep's now-edgy one, turning herself away to face the other strangers who have decided to take refuge at the bar. - - - - ooc. oh, lameness, sorry. xD; let's see where this'll go~

[Fane]

Fane listened to the females response to the bartender, and let out a small, unkindly sigh. As a previous bartender at the Fairy Fountain Tavern, he knew that the job could get rough. Verbal abuse wasn't present here, but at times you had to take it. That was part of the job; and when men got drunk, at times they got rowdy, angry, or bitter. Those were the times he knew he wanted out of that job; even with people like this, it got difficult. The miniscule amounts of disrespect occasionally given to bartenders was not necessary, he was simply doing his job.

"He's just doing his job ya know."

He looked over to the Oocca, for the first time. She was somewhat attractive in her own way, sexually appealing in many. Even so, Fane preferred to continue his pursuit of Kinsley. She was his goal relationship wise.

Drinking half of the second shot of his mix, he felt the rush of heat scorch his throat, and smirked. It felt good, and it numbed the pain in his arm. The Giant he faced in the desert did a number on him, that was for sure. Within a few days, he figured it would be healed completely; the magic healing of Scheherazade, also an Oocca, was primarily useful in retaining his arm's full abilities for future fights.

"Name's Fane Rahwood; previous bartender of the Fairy Fountain Tavern, currently one of the few Guildmasters of the Monster Hunters." He dipped his head, impressed by her blade. The difference between his and hers was that his was of black metal, and shaped differently. At the same time, he was unaware if her has the magical properties his did. Without it, even a Goron would have difficulty wielding it in battle. For Fane, and only Fane, it swung and carried as light as a feather. It had chosen him, after all.

[NOIR VOLAILLE]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, text-align: justify;] "Commendable." The oocca retorted, half-scoffing, perhaps a hint of sarcasm hidden beneath her tongue. Personally, she did not want to start some kind of messy business over a good samaritan simply trying to work, so she appeared to have left the conversation at that, with no intentions of continuing unless provoked. Not to mention she was certain there were many others throughout the bar that he could provide his services to. That aside, her gaze proceeded to turn to the man who had decided to butt in on business that hadn't involved him. Her first note was to the blade he carried--so it would seem she wasn't the only one who had a heavy load to carry around. Not that she was saying Sacrifar was heavy, of course not. (Not that it would hurt to lose a few, but hey, she wasn't quite sure how that would work in terms of the blade itself. She didn't particularly wish to dwell on the matter either.) Her second note was the field of snow settling atop the man's head; hair lighter than even hers, and supposedly not really the most common sight to be seen around. Even after having had her examination session of the latter, the silver-haired female didn't appear to hold any interest, and yet, he decided to speak some more, after taking another drink from the glass in his grasp. In turn, the oocca released her glass to rest on the table, gloved hands slowly now moving to rest beneath her chin, as if to help prop her head up whilst she half-heartedly listened in. It wasn't like she had anything better to do, right? After a moment of introduction, she assumed a gap had been left for her own words to voice. Although it most definitely would not be what Fane Rahwood might have been wanting. "Heyy, that's great to hear," came the response, sounding as she always did: somewhat bored. If she was to be called a goddess of anything, then perhaps it would be of indifference, monotones, and deadpans. "I'm happy for you."

[Fane]

He raised a peculiar eyebrow at her lack of words and definite sarcasm as it flowed through her voice. Happy to hear? Fane simply brushed it off, and finished his glass. Leaning back in his chair and moving his bandaged arm onto the counter, he rubbed it slowly. It was almost healed completely, and wouldn't hinder him in any future fights. That said, he didn't wish to exert the strength of his arm any more than he already had. It was sore, and the bandages were somewhat itchy, but needed.

"Not one for talk huh? I can cope with that."

Tapping the glass on the counter, he awaited the Bartender as he refilled another man's drink. Quickly thereafter, he did the same for Fane, then returned to the previous man, converting with him about the catastrophe that struck Hyrule. Looking back to the female, he nodded to the bartender and returned her sarcasm.

"That's a conversation. What normal people do. But you ain't a normal person I suppose. Normal women don't lug around swords like that."

Fane never had to much interactions with an Oocca before, that was definite.

[NOIR VOLAILLE]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, text-align: justify;] Cope with what, she had to question, but not out loud for him to hear. It wasn't that she didn't talk, but more like when she opened her mouth, someone would eventually explode from her great, overwhelming enthusiasm. Gradually, her eyes subtly strayed to the man's injured arm, bandaged up, which wasn't exactly a rare sight. As a matter of fact, one might say it brought back memories, but who was she to go spilling out her past life, and her soul? But yes... monster hunter, eh? The silver-haired woman wasn't quite adamant for the sport of it, although it did sound like it reaped the rewards. From what she saw herself as, though, perhaps she was in the middle. After all, she wielded an unusual blade, that which could easily be considered a 'monster,' and she herself (at least in her eyes only) was not 'of this world any longer'. For a brief moment, it would seem like the oocca gave a snerk at Fane's retaliation, although whether it was because the comment was funny, or she was dryly insulting him was unclear. "Perhaps, perhaps not," she appeared to shrug. In all honesty, she herself hadn't encountered many of her kin, and she was likely definitely the worst possible person to make an example of. She was born to a life of criminal activity; there was no time for such interactions. She had no need to explain herself, or her reasons, aside from stating the plain fact that, "Better to be prepared than not." For the world was full of unexpected dangers.

[Fane]

Shrugging, he took another sip of the alcohol, lighter this time. His arm felt better and better every drink he took, and taking one last glance at her sword, he heard her words with what he felt to be hallow meaning.

"Having the sword and knowing how to use it are two entirely different things."

Taking one more drink, he finished the shot and leaned back. He was done for the day, and he rested his head on his palm, feeling the heat tingle in his throat even still. "I'll cut to the chase. I'm recruiting."

[NOIR VOLAILLE]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, text-align: justify;] No more beating around the bush. Now that's what she was talking about. Simply cutting straight to the point: recruitment. For a moment, the oocca gave a contemplative expression on the matter. As she had surmised earlier, monster hunting wasn't really a hobby of hers, and who knew if the blade she carried cared for it or not. (She guessed not, really.) From her seat, the female turned slightly to face the lighter-haired male, an inquiring look on her face. "I can't say I'm particularly interested, but I do have quite a bit of spare time to kill for fun," She replied, insinuating that perhaps there was a chance. "But of all the rugged drunkards in this dull and rancid place, why me?" Her legs crossed, she raised a hand to reposition the hat upon her head. "Surely not only because of this blade?" She finished, motioning towards Sacrifar leaning against the counter. After all, anyone could wield or carry a blade of any size, but whether they were skilled and capable of using it could be just a ruse. She paused in her thinking, and decided to test it for herself. Why not? There was nothing to do and she was bored. "So say I agreed: what then?"

[Fane]

"Haha, no, not in the least." He chuckled, her blade remark coming off as a joke of sorts for Fane. "Men carry large blades for two reasons: two seem intimidating, or because they actually can use the damn thing." He paused, glancing around the area for an example. Sadly, he found none. Fane and Noir where the only heavy weapon wielders in the room. Everyone else either stood unarmed, or carried a simple bow or shortsword.

"Women are different." Sexist, sure. You can call it that all you want, but to Fane it was a set reality. Men and Women were of equal standing to him, but that didn't mean they were the same. Men had boastful, arrogant tendencies, and women had kind, helpful ones. Of course, these were not the only differences, but when a women carried a sword such as this...well, they usually knew how to use it. "If you did, I'd want to make sure your abilities were sufficient. So we'd go for a little hunt, and go from there."

With that, he stood up, pushing his chair back and stretching his arms and back. He felt somewhat stiff, but not entirely.

[NOIR VOLAILLE]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, text-align: justify;] The female gave a wry smirk at Fane's response. She supposed that was true enough, watching the lighter-haired one gaze about the sullen room, and her eyes followed. Well, she could clearly see why she had been chosen as a candidate, seeing that most others were just civilians, or the casual adventurer, carrying weapons likely for self-defense. She couldn't say that she was really different from those people, but it was a fact that she didn't settle for a simple dagger, yes. Why was that, she pondered to herself, but was not able to find a suitable answer. She certainly didn't care for showing off, mainly because she was already exuding her own brilliance. She clicked her tongue as she watched Fane move out, and she paused for a bit, until she herself stood as well, grabbing her belongings (not that she had many). "Fine, I'll humor you for a bit, then, Fane." She placed her free hand on her hip, her wings shifting slightly to a more comfortable position. "Name's Noir. Noir Volaille."

[Fane]

Nodding, he began walking to the door, weaving in-between a few chairs before reaching it. It was a lightly colored oak door that swung open with ease. Fane wasn't going to take her on a hunt, no. He was simply going to test her. If she could match blades with him, then she'd absolutely be fine with working against Monsters.

"All right then, lets play."

Walking out side, he drew his large, 12 foot sword of pure black material and rested it gently on his shoulder. Between that, Aarondite, Veritas and Aequitas, he was pretty positive he had this fight won. He wasn't going to use all of them though, only Greer's blade, and perhaps Aarondite if need be.

[NOIR VOLAILLE]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, text-align: justify;] Noir was not a stupid person, so of course she could see and assume beforehand that the two were not just going for a 'hunt'. After all, to do so, they would most definitely have to venture further out into the wilderness, wasting what might be precious time for Fane. She wasn't sure how much time such a man had, but she knew she had plenty of time to spare. Time to dance. A subtle smile phased her usual expression, as she contemplated how to go about this challenge, since there were several. First strikes were never quite her style, but in this case, she would probably make an exception. The hand that grasped Sacrifar behind her shoulder slowly shifted positions, bringing it forwards. In terms of reach, Fane had the advantage, but there were certainly other ways of getting around that. Slightly bent at the knees, her feet slid apart, until she sprang forth towards her opponent, swinging her weapon over the male's head, perhaps hoping to either make impact or catch him in the shoulder.

[Fane]

Removing his fur jacket, he tossed it to the side onto a doorknob, and prepared for her.

She went airborne. Foolish, in his opinion. She now had less maneuverability, being in the air and having to continue with the momentum she used to push herself forth. She also had to come down, and she was coming directly at his shoulder with her blade. As quickly as he could, he bent his knee's, lowering his body slightly, and dashed forth. Within the first few steps, from his drop in elevation, he felt a light heat graze his shoulder and the edge of the blade grazed his skin.

It was a light cut, barely even drawing blood. As he did dash forth and her blade managed to graze his shoulder slicing down, he used the same arm to concentrate

Demonic Pulse: By concentrating his energy into his hand, this ability allows him to cause a massive blast of outward energy into his enemy upon touch. The energy is a mixture of white and red, and is enough power to leave an average sized crater in the ground or blast through a full piece of heavy, reinforced steel armor. LS Damage- Massive.

The energy tore and rippled around his hand, aimed directly for her stomach. How she was going to dodge this, he was unsure, so he lessened the power of the blast, which was painstakingly obvious, as it began full powered, then quickly dimmed in light.

His spare hand retained its grip on Greer's blade, prepared to follow with a counter or defensive move if need be.

[NOIR VOLAILLE]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, text-align: justify;] Instead of hearing a metallic clash of blades, as she had expected, Noir felt the blade slice through flesh, if only a very slight little, and that was when she could surmise that the other was up to something. Fane could have definitely blocked or even countered her strike, and whilst she was aware of her talents, even she did not think she would land a first strike, and so easily. In the midst of her strike, she glanced to the male, scanning his position over, and that's when she saw it. His arm, looking as though he were getting ready for something. With a click of her tongue, her forefinger tightened and she pulled the trigger hidden along the hilt of the blade, a resounding bang ringing in the air at the same time Fane brought upon his counter attack. Considering the able of her blade, Noir estimated the barrel to be pointed somewhere to his waist, or around there, the direction in which eight bullets would now be flying in a scattered plot. At the same time, which was also around the time Fane unleashed his attack, Noir retracted her blade and leapt back in the air as much as she could, before she teleported herself away a few feet, the attack still managing to graze her side just a bit. A low hiss escaped her mouth, but the Oocca remained standing where she was, blade pointing to the ground, a slight burning sensation in her side. She happened to ignore it, however, as it was minimal, and instead kept her eyes trained upon the enemy. - - - - - teleport cooldown. 0/3. sacrifar (bullets). 0/8.

[Fane]

Fane remained completely unaware of the bullet even being shot at first; his hand, as it came up, pulsating with pure strands of illuminating energy, caught the blast of bullets and caused the force to detonate prematurely, pushing him back, and pushing back at Noir. She had some tricks up her sleeve, that was definite. When he took into note that his attack had luckily saved him some future heartache, he winced. He had underestimated her drastically, but no matter.

Both parried one another perfectly, matching each other in movement and technique. He was impressed, but not that impressed. He still needed convincing, and although he didn't want to sustain either of them serious energy, he did want to test her out fully.

"Hmph...."

Fane readied Greer's blade, and moved in somewhat closer to her, keeping his guard up and readied.

[NOIR VOLAILLE]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, text-align: justify;] Noir stood opposite to her opponent with a frown, feet sliding back in the dirt as she flapped her wings to get back into her usual rhythm. Things were on equal grounds here, and to be honest, she had very little interest with the reason behind this battle, aside from, well, having a battle. The Oocca clicked her tongue lightly in response to the male, her free hand held back and close to her side when she ducked into a sprint towards Fane. Another direct attack, but Noir was known, if at all, to be a direct person. This time, the female assaulted with a quick diagonal swipe, starting from the bottom right and hopefully moving to the upper left, and hoping to once again hear the clash of blades in a stalemate. - - - - - teleport cooldown. 1/3. sacrifar (bullets). 0/8.

[Fane]

Fane slashed down, meeting her blade as soon as it came up at him. They were practically eye to eye as both swords clashed, and his drunken haggardness was most definitely not a positive in this match. Gritting his teeth, he felt the blades slide against each other, and his own feet passed down into the dirt below, digging into the ground for better leverage. Gritting his teeth, he looked behind her over the shoulder, only to see a most unfortunate site. Two Hylian Knights staring and talking, pointing at the two. They are a few blocks away, and were seemingly shocked by what they saw. Fane didn't budge though. "I think your alot stronger than I originally thought Noir. Two Knights behind you....wanna split and get together later?"

[NOIR VOLAILLE]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, text-align: justify;] Things went according to plan, and the silver-haired Oocca grinned inwardly as her free hand began to move from behind her. Her original aim was to untilize her ability to make a few knives and proceed to throw them to the other while they were locked with each other. However, just before she could do so, Fane began to speak, and Noir continued to hold her ground. At the mention of the Knights, her eyes wavered slightly to glance behind her before looking back to the human, to confirm whether it was a trap or not. As he said, there was the duo, indicating in their direction. Of course. Fighting in town was a bad idea. "I suppose we must," She sighed hastily, relaxing her free hand as she waited for him to break away first. - - - - - teleport cooldown. 2/3. sacrifar (bullets). 0/8.

[Fane]

As she agreed, Fane slowly backed up, easing his grip and stepping away. Waiting a few seconds, he realized that the Knights were picking up their pace, almost sprinting at them. They didn't exactly have all the time in the world to make like banana's and split. "Alright. Catch you on the flip side." Smirking, he backed up and headed around the corner, cutting through various alleys and such to put distance between him and Knights. He figured she would do the same.

[Exit]

[NOIR VOLAILLE]

[atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=cellpadding,5px,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,400,true][atrb=style, text-align: justify;] On the contrary, Noir had more convenient methods of escape. She nodded briskly in response to Fane, as the Knights began to approach, their shouts heard in the silence. "Hold it right there!" Of course, she ignored them completely, digging her blade into the earth as though it were half a sheath. "And then there were none~" She remarked dryly, as the crimson blade shifted form into a winged beast, not hesitating to take to the skies, the Oocca along with it, sitting neatly with her legs crossed upon her mount as she gave a whimsical salute to the guards below. exeunt.