Racing Time (Yare and LadyHarpy)

[Yare]

So, basically, you're hiring me because you need to get home, and find out afterwards someone's hunting you...
The villian will also be played by me, and will be introduced a bit later.

Name: Beslan
Species: Human
Description: Black hair, falling into his eyes; blue eyes; tall, muscular; wears leather armour (dark green cloathes underneith), boots, a hooded cape; carries a sword and some daggars.
Background: Beslan became a ranger as a young man, and escorted people from place to place for a small fee. He doesn't settle in one place for long, prefering to travel. He's polite to his customers and does what he can to make sure they stay safe.

My rules are basic: type properly, PG-13, no god-moding, please no mind-reading so as to protect privacy of characters, and I don't really like vampires. Asside from that, we're good

[LadyHarpy]

Cool hope you don't mind if i add a little of my own plot.

Name: Samantha
Species: Human
Description: short, about 4' 6". Very curly brown hair up into two pig tails and simple blue eyes. Wears a white lacy long sleeved dress that goes to her knees and long white stockings with a pair of black Maryjane's. Over that she had a blue hooded cape and carries a fancy walking stick which can become a thin sword. She is currently 17
Background: Born and raised into a rich farming family she knows the workings of a good business and how to climb the social latter anywhere. At the age of seven she took great interest in swords and has had her father hire many a swords man to teach her. Ever since she has turned sixteen she has been her fathers messenger of business. She secretly wishes she could travel the world as a great adventurer and hero.

[Yare]

She sounds cool. (Maryjanes? I'm fashion illiterate...) Beslan is quite a bit older than her, but if we conveniently forget to mention that it should all go well.

So now I'll start.

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The man's hood was pulled up, hiding his face. His sword would have attracted attention if he hadn't learned how to fade in a crowd. He scanned the faces, looking for someone who looked like they'd be willing to pay money for a safe trip. He found a likely looking candidate, a young woman who looked rather rich. He approached her casually.

'Good evening,' he said, in a low voice. 'Will you be going anywhere, m'lady?'

[LadyHarpy]

Samantha turned to the man that greeted her and looked him up and down. She felt rather intimidated at his height but pushed it aside and nodded to him in greeting.

"In fact I am stranger, may I ask why you care to know?"

She pulled her cloak closer as a slightly harsh wind blew past them.



(these are maryjane's)

[Yare]

(OOC: Oh, okay. They were just called "party shoes" when I was a kid ^-^')

'A rich girl like you? You'll probably need an escort,' he went on. 'The routes are dangerous at this time of year. I can take you to your destination, for a small fee of course.' He cocked his head to one side. 'Your face seems familiar.'

[LadyHarpy]

Samantha turned to face the man and looked up at him.

"Well, You are right about the roads at this time of year...but certainly you don't expect me to believe that that "small" fee of yours isn't a risk to my wallet?"

Samantha looked around and spotted a tavern across the street. She picked up her large leather bag and tossed it over her shoulder and turned back to the man.

"Well stranger, if you are going to talk business then if you don't mind I'd like to move it out of this wind and into that tavern."

With that said Samantha turned toward the building and walked toward in with an elegant stride, her walking cane tapping on the ground every other step.

[Yare]

The ranger followed the girl in, opening the door and finding them a table. A waiter appeared at their side without apparently taking any steps.

'A drink? A meal, perhaps?'

'Some beer,' Beslan said, 'to warm up. And perhaps a stew.' He looked at the woman across from him. 'Is there anything you like, m'lady? I'll pay.'

[LadyHarpy]

"A warm cider please, and stew sounds nice as well."

Samantha set down her walking stick and bag next to her feet and placed her cape on the back of her chair. She crossed her legs in a lady-like fashion and leaded forward on the table giving off an air of strict business.

"Now, stranger, before we speak about price may I please know your name?"

[Yare]

The man changed his position slightly - his mouth was visible, but not his eyes. He grinned, and held out a hand.

'Beslan,' he said. 'I'm a ranger.'

[LadyHarpy]

Samantha took the hand and shook it.

"Samantha, I am a lady of business. Now, about your price?"

[Yare]

'A small amount of gold,' Beslan said. 'Nothing a woman of your obvious wealth should have trouble paying. Speaking of which,' he said, leaning slighlty foreward, 'which family are you from?'

[LadyHarpy]

"The Noletha Family."

Samantha responded as she ran a hand through one of her pigtails.

"I'm certain we are well known here since this is were most of our goods come to be sold to civilians and many traveling merchants."

[Yare]

Beslan nodded. 'You are indeed very well known,' he said. 'In fact-' he paused in his speech as the food and drink arrived, and didn't resume until the waiter had left, '-I would go so far as to say certain people would recognise you. Travelling on your own? Not a very good idea.' He studied her face. 'Don't act like I'm trying to pressure you into this. I'm concerned for your safety - it's part of what caused me to be a ranger.'

[LadyHarpy]

"I do not feel pressured." Samantha started as she lifted her drink "It is just that my father has been on a marriage kick as of late."

She took a long sip and set the glass down before continuing.

"I'd hate for anything to be assumed if i brought you home...especially by my mother who would no doubt blow it out of proportion."

[Yare]

'If you would prefer, I could stop short of your home and watch,' Beslan said. He started on his stew, and took sips of his beer. 'Though I could always try and explain to your mother. Your father hired me once, years before you were born - he should recognise me.'