Post by Sinvrick on Jun 27, 2009 7:26:17 GMT -5
Sinvrick was quite bored. There wasn't much to do when one is broke and out of work. He walked down the busy streets searching for a job opportunity. None presented them self. Then, stood before him was another small tavern, Sinvrick had already been to several in the past two days. He walked inside and asked around, everyone greeted him with a snotty look. Unwelcome he turned around and looked at them all, "You got something to say? I'd be saying it about now." He threated as he pulled out his blade. A man about his size in an impressive suit of armor came to the front of the crowd.
He spoke, "You best be getting out of this tavern less you want to end up dead!"
"HA, hahahaha," Sinvrick laughed, "A death threat, thats a first for me, I have to admit, nice suit by the way, tell you what, you can go die, and I'll take that armor off your hands, then I'll leave this tavern, sound good?" He finished, with a twisted grin.
The fury in the mans face could be visible from space. He charged at Sinvrick. Sinvrick simply grabbed the mans arm and twisted himself around braking the mans arm as well. Sinvrick then flipped the man using his arm and watched him fall on his back side. "Now, now don't be damaging that suit, I was serious when I said I'll be taking it," Sinvrick leaned over him and said his statement. The man got up and opened his mouth to speak, but in turn received a blaster shot through the mouth. Sinvrick had his pistol under his arm, with his back turned to the man, he wasn't looking when he shot him. He then grabbed the arm of the man and began dragging him to the restrooms. Sinvrick took his outer armor off, as well as the now dead man's outer armor. He switched it up, but then realized that his helmet didn't fit, nor was his jet pack compatible with the suit. He packed the armor up in the storage compartment of the jetpack.
Sinvrick carried out all of his old armor wearing his new armor. The bartender began screaming at him. "YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE A CORPSE IN MY RESTROOM! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"
Sinvrick looked at him with an annoyed look. He took a deep breath and exhaled loudly to show his annoyance. He dropped his helmet and shot the man with his free hand before his helmet hit the ground. He kicked the helmet up in the air with his foot, and hosted his pistol and caught his helmet. "Names Sinvrick "Reaper" Hawlks, you best remember the name, wont be the last time you hear it," He said, and walked out the door. He sold hi sold armor along with the jet pack and his helmet. He felt sorrow watching his helmet disappear into the distance, he was attached to it, in a way, it was part of him, it was his face. Now he had a new suit of armor and some new goals in mind. His next move with blade, blaster and fire at his command, well he didn't really know. He continued to walk down the streets searching for some sort of work or entertainment to amuse himself with.
OOC: Just to be clear, he kept the same weapons, his sword, rifle, blaster and flame thrower.
He spoke, "You best be getting out of this tavern less you want to end up dead!"
"HA, hahahaha," Sinvrick laughed, "A death threat, thats a first for me, I have to admit, nice suit by the way, tell you what, you can go die, and I'll take that armor off your hands, then I'll leave this tavern, sound good?" He finished, with a twisted grin.
The fury in the mans face could be visible from space. He charged at Sinvrick. Sinvrick simply grabbed the mans arm and twisted himself around braking the mans arm as well. Sinvrick then flipped the man using his arm and watched him fall on his back side. "Now, now don't be damaging that suit, I was serious when I said I'll be taking it," Sinvrick leaned over him and said his statement. The man got up and opened his mouth to speak, but in turn received a blaster shot through the mouth. Sinvrick had his pistol under his arm, with his back turned to the man, he wasn't looking when he shot him. He then grabbed the arm of the man and began dragging him to the restrooms. Sinvrick took his outer armor off, as well as the now dead man's outer armor. He switched it up, but then realized that his helmet didn't fit, nor was his jet pack compatible with the suit. He packed the armor up in the storage compartment of the jetpack.
Sinvrick carried out all of his old armor wearing his new armor. The bartender began screaming at him. "YOU CAN'T JUST LEAVE A CORPSE IN MY RESTROOM! WHO DO YOU THINK YOU ARE?!"
Sinvrick looked at him with an annoyed look. He took a deep breath and exhaled loudly to show his annoyance. He dropped his helmet and shot the man with his free hand before his helmet hit the ground. He kicked the helmet up in the air with his foot, and hosted his pistol and caught his helmet. "Names Sinvrick "Reaper" Hawlks, you best remember the name, wont be the last time you hear it," He said, and walked out the door. He sold hi sold armor along with the jet pack and his helmet. He felt sorrow watching his helmet disappear into the distance, he was attached to it, in a way, it was part of him, it was his face. Now he had a new suit of armor and some new goals in mind. His next move with blade, blaster and fire at his command, well he didn't really know. He continued to walk down the streets searching for some sort of work or entertainment to amuse himself with.
OOC: Just to be clear, he kept the same weapons, his sword, rifle, blaster and flame thrower.