Shiyoko smiles as Jian interrupts her work. She seems excited and doesn't waste time. She pulls up a suit of leather armor and hands it to him. "I did my best, but I had to do some design alterations." As Jian takes the piece, its heavier than he would have thought, but Shiyoko assures him it would be light to wear. The two converse for a short while but another customer ends up grabbing Shiyokos attention with a large order. Jian, Doc Jack, and Hitomi move on.
Sharpe makes his way through the southern quarter. The place is still busy, despite the festival being over. And still many people crowd around the various merchant stands. He reminds himself what large city he's in and continues on. After a short while he reaches the market stands. He realizes he seems to have taken an odd detour, as it took him quite a while to find the place. The militia's place is quite empty, save for a merchant and a few mercenary-types standing around. Sharpe realizes this must be a place rented out long term, as several stands seem to have been moved together, with a roof over them and a wooden board behind them with various notes posted, alongside another wooden board at the side of it, infront of some boxes piled up next to the stand. Upon getting closer, Sharpe realizes the boards are bounty boards, and this is the exact reason why the few mercenaries have huddled around it. He decides to check out the people first before coming any closer, just incase. There are 4 men and a woman and a small child, maybe the age of 16 at best. The Merchant on first glance looks simply spoiled. A rich man who'se never had a days worth of honest work behind him. He is dressed in fine clothes, and a jacket, and in fact the only thing giving him away as a merchant in the first place are the many bags he has slung around his shoulder and neck. He seems to be undecided to post a mission on the board. Two of the guys, look rather tough. The one is a short and wide guy, and the other a tall and almost equally wide man. They are both lavishly decked in furrs and leather. The small guy has a brandolier with several throwing daggers slung across his chest, at the end of which is a rather wide axe on a short handle. On his other hip is a pistol with a silver skull for a handle. Not the most practical of guns, but definately a looker. Sharpe recognizes the pistol to be a rather old model. A revolver type with 6 bullets in a chamber, but the gun itself is worn and old. The man behind him, ridiculing the missions on the board and holding back his laughter is equipped with a short stubby rifle on his back on one shoulder and a broadsword on the other. Not the best way to carry equipment, as it can flap around freely and get in the way of rapid movements. Behind him stands another man, arguing with one of the militia attendants. From the brief moments Sharpe can tell he's not really upset, but more putting on a show. For what reason he does not know. The man is clad in a combat robe, with light padding and plate boots and gauntlets, but no chest armor. He has a leather belt strapped across his chest, which holds an empty sheathe for a zweihaender on his back and on his hip he has two sheathes hanging on his left side. Both with katanas sheathed in them calmly. The man himself doesn't look like someone who would conventionally use these types of weapons, but Sharpe figures he is a jack of all trades. Last of the male audience is a tall man with light brown hair and white and turqoise attire. He wears a decent bit of armor and carries a massive sword ontop of his cloak which obscures his wide pants. Most of his attire, his goggles he wears on his head included, seem used and worn, but still carry this clean feel about them. He stands out amongst the crowd and is quite the looker. Someone Sharpe feels could almost be military grade if it wasnt for how younge he looks. The man is standing behind the others, staring at the board and looking at some jobs. Ignoring the debate going on between the militia and the swordsman. Sharpe looks at the kid. She looks pretty young and is likely here with a parent, or just out shopping, having stopped to marvel at the mercenaries as they search for quests from which to gain fame through. He pays little attention to her and looks at the rather buff looking woman covered in veils. That is, untill the teenage girl turns and walks past the two bulky guys and takes three notes off the board.
The shear size was mindblowing. Previously unbeknownst to sharpe, the girl hid a massive gun under her cloak, the size of her own body. It currently lay revealed on her back, held tight to her body by supportive braces. The large military grade old-age sniper rifle was a marvel as its mildy rusted matte black paintjob contrasted the colourful crowd around it. It's sleek, albeit worn, features defined beauty in ways only a man of the military could understand and cerish. The girl, barely older than 16 from her looks, wore it like it was part of her every day attire. She was focused on the sheets she held in her hand- surely much to young to be a mercenary. She nods at herself and walks up to the milita stand, courteously halting the fretting swordsman and presenting her papers to the milita. A man there raised an eyebrow and laughed. "Kid, arent'cha lil' too young to be playing with the big boys?" he said mockingly, and laughed out a hearty laugh. He was promptly shut up by a slap on the back of the head as the other militia member came forth and leaned over the table, looking out in both directions and analyzing the crowd. "Child, where are your parents?" the man asks. Despite his unclean and ragged look his voice is calm and soft like a gentelmans. "Are you sure you can handle such a task?" He asks. She nods at him with a smile and hands him a bag before he hands her some kind of tokens. "Alright, but be wary. There are many seriously dangerous creatures out and about lately." he says and stamps the papers. "This one is a week, the other two are four days each. Return them here and we will handle the rest."
The girl nods at him, without saying a word, and slides the papers and tokens into a small bag at her hip before fixing her cloak and walking off into the crowd.
What a strange sight...
Sharpe raises an eyebrow and then directs his attention to the woman he was going to check out previously- who is now gone. No other observations to make he moves in closer to the stand.
- Richard has entered Main Channel.
- Richard unlocked: Bounty Board.
- Sharpe unlocked: Bounty Board.
Spiked Edge / Richard Deraunt will be posting after Saint / Airgetlam and before Producer / Jian.
