RP:Signing of Kaval as Larket Mercenary
Objective
Meeting held at Larket General Store with (old)Kaval and Jacklin
Discussion focused on the job interests of Kaval and what role he would specifically like in the town. The meeting ended with Kaval being made the Mercenary of Larket. Also known as 'Mercy'.
Actual Meeting
Jacklin perched lazily atop the counter where Syfros piddled about with various knick-knacks often found in such a business. A few odd tools were splayed on the counter’s surface as he muttered crossly about both the elder human saddled on his area and lack of comprehension for whatever toy he was tinkering with. “Could ya move off?” he sent up toward the examining face of Jacklin. Knocking heel lazily against the wood, if only to hear the hollow thump, the warrior shook her head slightly, “No thanks. I’m interested in whatever you have there. I’m not taking up the entire space. Just keep at it, Syfros.” With curses loud enough for the ears of Larket’s Lady, Syfros turned his back on the woman and bumbled into the back room still muttering the thick sighs of resignation.
Kaval sauntered into the establishments with only the rythmatic click of metal sole boots to indicate the arrival of the feline. Once noticed he would have been a brow raiser with his odd clad; cloaked within a long armoured coat tattered at parts of the seams, flashing the dull metallic plating sewn within it. A large top hat rest ontop his head with a painted grin for the front design and spikes jutting out from about the brim of the hat. His fists were fitted with old worn gauntlets with jagged bits of metal upon the knuckles, possibly for offensive purposes as the things were tainted with what appeared to be dried blood. Though, a bit less noticable was his belt. A simple thing, but many odd contraptions hung on it and even a rusty scalpel count have been noted. The oddity shifted through the store, thumbing through the mediocre weapons placed out. Nothing much seemed to have showed any interested within his scarlet eyes as he averted them away from the tickers of the store towards the front counter. With a thoughtful hum he slid up to it, hooking his thumbs within his pockets as he arched his lanky being close to Jacklin, "Vas vonderin' ef you retrieved my letter, ma'am."
Jacklin mutely eyes Kaval as a snared creature might. Don’t move and perhaps, in all vain hope, the hunter would overlook the injured prey there in the trap. Almost timidly the human reaches up with blindly led fingers to where the latch was fastened true to the hood-like helm covering her face. A quick snap of buckle allowed the plate to swing in freedom from its bind. Though the freedom was short lived as the plate fell quiet, still attached to the other side of her cranium cover. With thumb hooking beneath the hood, which covered down her neck, she pulled the lightweight material up to reveal a delicately lined face and rather prominent optics. Steely cobalt pools widen with irises contracting briefly, affixing themselves to the face of Kaval after a time of staggering silence dissolved from the pair. Or at least Jacklin. If nothing else, Jacklin could be counted on for saying the wrong thing at the right times. Tongue swilled saliva as queer-knit brows examined the newly arrived feline. “You got a lot of things hanging onto you. I don’t know them all.” Hopping wordlessly from the counter she lurched a few steps so to stand toe-to-toe with the strange-talker. “I’ve never seen a thing like you,” though the words could be taken sadly, the tone of wonderment was still there. Straightening somewhat the brawler gives the feline a curt nod, “You for a job, yes? Got a ton of ‘em. What line of work you interested in? You tell me and I’ll give you the answer. Even have papers for whatever pleases you.”
Kaval lips quirked upward in a short simper, swaying his palm out before his being, "Ah, yes, my trinkets are ef some use from times et' times. Not et' be played vith es toys, I assure you." Sclera void optics look in a slow gander of the woman as she stood before him as he slipped his hand from his pocket only to lace his digits behind his head, just under the grinning top hat. "Yes, e' job vas vat I em lookin for. My name es' Kaval, ef et rings any bells. Though, e' simple name amongst e' litter ef latters es easy te' forget, no? Vell den," he swung his arms out in front of him and crossing them across his torso as he straightened out his posture, "I em de' mercenary for hire. Te much violence e'bout, every'von should know e' being te end et. En guards are te...soft. Dey bare 'codes' en vat'not. Es rather pathetic en my book." He scoffed before shrugging, "Vould I be of any assistance te you?"
Jacklin still stared unabashedly at the items dangling from the felines belt. Larket was the human town. A ‘normal’ place if any could be considered such within Hollow. A town filled with conservatively attired folk who flitted to market in the morning and dragged weary bodies back in the eve. Jack wandered from Larket most days just in hopes if finding a more exciting face. At this point, it seemed, she’d found the missing link. “I like whatever you are.” It was the pure and honest truth. In the way a child speaks it. In youth one doesn’t grasp the concept of lying. It was an idea still floating out of their grasp. “Your coat and hat are nice too. Not many things like you around here.” The elder was obviously more interested in looks than words, but resigned herself to a mind for business after realizing Kaval hadn’t been speaking in quite some time. “I’ve heard your name before in the Tavern. Talking about the beautiful brain you have up under that hat of yours. Mercenary? Killer without strings. I have another strange-talker who sniffs out bad people, but she’s always busy on some damned boat. If she drowns I’ll have nothing. But I’d like you on as my Mercenary. Larket’s Mercy. It’ll trick ‘em.” Turning around to the counter she produces a page of already inked parchment, “I think you’ll like it, Mercy. You got a name beyond just Kaval?”
Kaval listened to the human quietly. The comments about his appearance and intelegence only causing the feline to gri all the more with a welling ego. A light chuckle escaped past his cracked lips in regards to this other strange-talker. Though as another question was shot his way a simple nod was given before saying in a low whispered tone, "Beyond es Zahkar, but de' commoners de' not know dis." A quick glance was shot towards Syfros before returning gaze to Jacklin, "I de' enjoy most jobs I em commissioned te do, ma'am. I do hope der es e' good thrill though. Petty job es office work bore me te murder." He shook his head slightly, "Dont know how other veak beings do et..."
Jacklin peers up just in time to see Syfros appearing from the back room. His own grubby glare settling on Kaval as he plants a fist down next to the scribbling hand of Jacklin, “Why in hell’s name are you always doing business here? You’ve got an office and a place at the Inn. Let me run my shop in peace Jack. Just do that for me.” With a sudden jerk the Queen slaps the fist of Syfros back to his side of the counter, “Don’t be handsy you sack of shi-“ Allowing the papers face a sweet puff of air for drying purposes she spins back on heel to the newly hired Mercy. “Kaval,” with plain exaggeration she mouths the surname, “welcome to Larket. It’s a town of humans so you’ll have to respect ‘em. I have fine troops and nice citizens. You lay a hand on them and I lay a hand on you.” Eyes crinkled with a more serious tone now. Whiskey-vocals more in nature with who the Queen really was behind the fancier title. “You’re my hire but you won’t disrespect the city. I know how the business words. Don’t let the title of Queen fool you.” Hand rose with fingers grasped around a small bundle of...something. Tossing the package to Kaval she nods in indication, “You’ll be paid a bottom fee of a thousand gold each week. Your kills will get you ten. And the deadlier foes will rake in fifteen for ya. Any questions, Mercy?”
Kaval fumbles the package for a moment as it was tossed his way. A brow arched slightly as he looks to Jacklin once more, "Hm, dat es good pay so I vill not complain. De only ting I vonder now es, ef der is any'von on your list dat needs te be blemished from de lands." He smiled and bowed then with a gentlemen's composure, "En I shall not attack de' citizens or make de' city look bad. I vont do tings te threaten my contract."
Jacklin slides the hood back down on her eyes, mouth still unhindered to continue conversation with the feline, “Good to hear. Right now the streets are clean. I do have a lousy merchant that came here last trip and set fire to a barn on the corner of Eternal Forest. Went by the name of Caral if I remember the description. Shock of black hair just at the base of his skull and that’s it. Naked as a bird all else. Next time he travels here, in about a weeks time, I want you to cut him up for me. Ten for a job like that. Shouldn’t be hard for you to find. That’s all I have for ya at this time, Mercy. Courier will be along with any other jobs and your pay.”
Kaval whipped out a vile strapped to his belt and twisted off the seal. A blue putty like thing oozed out from the top before the feline tipped it over to pore and settle on his palm, "Caral, short blach hair, en...last seen naked." He muttered as the putty substance hardened as the man carved in the description given to him into the substance. "I vill make e' clean cut job of him." he smiled and nodded before rolling up the more solid putty and stuffing it within his pocket before capping the vile and placing it back in it's sheath. "I tank you for hirein me, I shall not disappoint."
Jacklin eyed the substance with another revival of curios pools of cobalt. Discouraged by her lack of time, Jacklin shoves the overwhelming wonder beneath the proverbial rug and claps Kaval on the shoulder heartily. “Naked he is. Happy to hire a good man for the job. Never enough killers for one city. Kill ‘em fine.” Turning to give Syfos a final one-fingered salute of sorts she provides a cordial bow to her new Mercy and makes a quick trek from the general store. Muttering the actual name of Mercy for later records.
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