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Roan Crow

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Strictly Business [CLOSED;RYOUKO] Sept 4, 2016 5:33:31 GMT

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Post by Roan Crow on Sept 4, 2016 5:33:31 GMT

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[attr="class","silence"]This was myCHOICE

It was a normal day in Tenebris and Roan was just as hated as he always had been.
"My children need to eat. Can't you offer anymore?"
"I also need to eat. I will offer no more. Twenty Kell, take it or leave it."
Roan was boredly examining his nails as the woman before him begged for more money for the useless piece of cloth she was offering. Fifty Kell. Really, she was lucky he was offering twenty for it.
There was another short moment of silence, and Roan looked up, an eyebrow raised. "Well? I have things I could be doing right now, you know. I don't have to give you my time. If you're unhappy with what I am offering that you're welcome to-"
"Twenty Kell. Deal."
Roan's mild;y irritated expression turned into a kind smile as he placed the coins on the table he had been leaning on. "A pleasure doing business with you~"
The woman took the money and handed him the piece of cloth, limping out of the run-down building which the craftsman had claimed as his place of business.
Once the woman had left, the raven-haired man looked at the material, his previous expression twisting his features.
"Just what the hell am I supposed to do with this now? Well, at least it's clean..." He cautiously inhaled the air beside it, and instantly regretted his decision. "Ugh. Or not... Just what in the Guardian's name was this used for?" He moved away from the bench he had been leaning against, walking around it and tossing the cloth into a pail of water he had drawn earlier that day. Already the surface was floating with filthy scraps of material he had accumulated already. It was as if it were the only thing these people had to offer him.
"Speaking of useless junk... Looks like she won't be coming today. What a shame."

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Strictly Business [CLOSED;RYOUKO] Sept 4, 2016 8:16:59 GMT

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Post by Ryouko Ashikano on Sept 4, 2016 8:16:59 GMT

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A knock sounded from the entryway to the building as a hooded figure entered with a large sack slung over her shoulder. It was, of course, Ryouko. In the flesh, for once. She'd normally have gone to Velderoth to sell her pelts, but had decided she'd give the merchants in Fractus a bit of a chance. As a result she'd spent the last three hours arguing with a fair number of people on the authenticity of what it was she was selling.

The "what" in question being, of course, Lupus pelts. And a few teeth. She always took a few teeth. They made for excellent stabbing weapons when one was in a pinch. On this particular day Ryouko found herself taking a few steps towards the table Roan was near before dropping her sack uncerimoniously and slipping her hood back down. There was a small cut above her left eye, but it was negligible enough that it wouldn't even leave a scar. A surface cut.

She'd gotten just a tad bit careless earlier in the day. Thankfully the Lupus had already been half-dead and didn't have much strength left, so it didn't do much to her before she drove her sword through its skull.

She gazed over at Roan as she slipped down her hood, her blue eyes scanning him for a few moments before she rolled her shoulders back. The clink of metal softly chimed as the chain around her right arm shifted slightly, yet more alerts to her presence. She'd only heard of Roan Crow in passing, that he was the finest craftsman in Tenebris, and possibly all of Veldora. If anything, she figured he may be the one who'd finally beat the prices that the infamous Mack McGraw offered her back at the Salty Sailor in Velderoth.

It was worth a shot at least, though she didn't exactly know how well it was going to go.

Nor did she care, actually. This was merely to test the waters and see how it would go.

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Strictly Business [CLOSED;RYOUKO] Sept 5, 2016 6:26:14 GMT

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Post by Roan Crow on Sept 5, 2016 6:26:14 GMT

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[attr="class","silence"]This was myCHOICE

Roan had finally gotten the stench and filth out of the rags and had them hanging on an old tree branch that was propped horizontally next to the window to try out while he thought of what to do with them. While the pieces of cloth were essentially useless, resources in Tenebis were scarce, so he would have to find some use for them.
Roan really didn't like the fact that he had to be in Tenebris. He had extraordinary talent in multiple fields, and he knew it, and those talents were being wasted in such a run-down place, basically ruled by the Lupus.
"Really, why can't they just fight them off? If they had done that from the start, then they wouldn't be having this issue right now." Roan shook his head at the thought of humans being -- essentially -- ruled over by those mutts. "I've given up on humanity as a collective existence now. They've no hope..."
Roan's train of thought was interrupted by a knock at his doorway. He paused for a second, before going back to clearing off his benches, partially ignoring the other person that had entered the building. The person carelessly dropped whatever it was they were carrying, and Roan once more paused before going back to work, only stopping fully when they made their presence even more annoyingly known.
Roan closed his eyes and sighed, turning to look at the woman that had so rudely interrupted his work. Really, just because Fractus had been riddled with death and disease, that didn't mean that they could toss their common cutesy to the Lupus.
The craftsman placed a hand on his hip, his eyes clearly unamused.
"Honestly, you would think that a woman at least would have some manners. Apparently I was mistaken." He shook his head and leaned back against the bench behind him, his long fingers subtly pulling a piece of cloth over a glinting blade, concealing it. He didn't exactly want people prying on his weaponry.

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Strictly Business [CLOSED;RYOUKO] Sept 5, 2016 18:13:06 GMT

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Post by Ryouko Ashikano on Sept 5, 2016 18:13:06 GMT

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Ryouko laughed. So the rumors about his behavior weren't false either. She examined him for a moment, her eyes merely giving his appearance a cursory glance as she examined the area around her. She noticed the blade, but didn't pay any attention to it. People in Fractus were bound to have weapons of some sort, considering how scarce resources were.

"One would think so, but I've had a rough day so I'll bother with that later," she said simply, nudging the sack with a single booted foot idly as she continued to keep her gaze on Roan. Most people gave her entire outfit a good stare when she appeared, but it didn't seem as though this man particularly cared. That was a good sign. Meant he didn't care where his customers came from.

Though he'd probably not believe her if she told him she came from outside Tenebris... or maybe he would, all depended on if he believed her pelts were real of not, and that was ultimately something he had to decide for himself and himself alone.

Not that Ryouko cared at all. As stated before she was merely here to do some trading, and possibly get more money for her pelts here then she would in Velderoth.

To that end, she spoke again, this time in a tone a good deal more serious. "However, I'm not here to sell courtesy. To that end, it doesn't exactly matter now does it?"

Her words were like ice, a tone she'd used only a few times before to her memory. With how naturally she made it happen she had a sneaking suspicion she'd used it several times before her amnesia, but due to the loss of memory had no clue how many times- or even how often- she'd used it prior.

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Roan Crow

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Strictly Business [CLOSED;RYOUKO] Sept 25, 2016 5:55:59 GMT

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Post by Roan Crow on Sept 25, 2016 5:55:59 GMT

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Roan raised an eyebrow when she laughed. Obviously she didn’t have much knowledge of how business worked with Roan. Unlike the rest of Tenebris, he wasn’t desperate for money. If someone came into his shop and grated on his nerves, then he wouldn’t do business with them. It was a simple as that. That was also probably why he was so hated by the people of Fractus, because he always seemed so well-off, compared to the rest of the people.
She mentioned having a rough day, and Roan scoffed. Well, it certainly looked like she hadn’t had the best of days, judging by the wounds she had sustained, but it was meagre compared to the rest of the dark realm’s inhabitants. A couple of people had more than likely lost a spouse of a child to starvation or disease today alone. Such a terrible place to live…
“You may not be here to sell courtesy, but I certainly take kindly to it.” His voice was firm, almost challenging her icy tone. “Unlike the rest of Tenebris’ inhabitants, I’m not desperate for whatever useless scraps you have. If I don’t like you, I won’t do business with you, it’s as simple as that. Now, I’m a busy man, so unless you’re offering me something that’s worth my time, then you can walk out that--“ Roan stopped mid-speech as he glanced up at the doorway, lacking the door. “Well, if I actually had a door…”

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Strictly Business [CLOSED;RYOUKO] Sept 26, 2016 4:38:02 GMT

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Post by Ryouko Ashikano on Sept 26, 2016 4:38:02 GMT

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"Scraps?" Ryouko almost laughed. That was certainly one of the more amusing aspects to her day. However, like the man before her she'd rather be out of Tenebris as soon as she could. It's not that she didn't appreciate the dark, hellish atmosphere, it was just that... she really didn't appreciate it. Much at all, actually. Not only that, but she'd have a hell of a time getting to Ignis, so it was just better that she make this rather quick.

"I don't sell junk, unfortunately. See for yourself," she stated, reaching a hand out to pull on the tie that kept the sack closed. It came loose and the tarp merely glided open, revealing a surprisingly neat sack of fur in a shade and size that was almost a dead ringer for a Lupus. Each one was carefully skinned, and there was virtually no blood on the skins either. The only clue that they were rather fresh being a single spot on the sack that was of a slightly darker, and rather wet-looking red.

If Ryouko were to be asked, she'd state she did rather well today. Ten pelts and all she suffered was a scratch. Not only that, but she even managed to get most of the pelt off of the slain Lupi as well, something that had required a great deal of precision and skill to perform.

However, pride was one thing she didn't afford herself quite yet. She was here to sell, not to celebrate. Any sort of hoorah would have to wait until she left Tenebris at the very least, and possibly picked up a few more pelts.

"I certainly hope I don't have to tell you what creature these belonged to." The tone was simple, as if she severely doubted Roan wouldn't be able to identify the pelts just by color and size alone. A Lupus was a rather unique creature, after all. It wasn't too terribly hard to differentiate it from whatever other canine fauna littered the realms.

Nonetheless, Ryouko almost expected Roan to call her on a bluff. It wasn't like really anyone could kill one Lupus, let alone ten of them.

Well... thirteen if you include the other three she had to carve up on her way here, but those three she'd left at another location. She did still owe Mack a few pelts. It's how she paid him back for the going on three times he'd saved her life.