Caravan, New Friends, Slaves? [Job/Diana]

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Thorsten, had just woken from his well rested sleep. The bright and early morning day in Zou, or 'Kou' some pronounce. The young man, eyes full of yellow colored eye boogers. Mouth had a nice small trail of saliva stained on his cheek and the corner of his mouth. He looking freshly woken up from coma without being taken care of. One member of the caravan noticed this as they turned to look over their shoulder. The air filled with heavy ale, and takern cups spread across the floor. I just knew they had been drinking for the uthm time of this trip. They always seem to end up back at the inn drunken and stumbling over themselves. I found it quite funny to watch, but I never showed it surly thought of it. " Um.. Guys, Any work request today? " Usually I don't ask, but it seemed they possibly wouldn't remember me talking to them either way. Moving his hands up to his eyes to wipe the crust and eye boogers away. One little rotation around with his index finger and he felt like it was another world.

Shaking his head to get the dizzy feeling away, only making it worse. He'd release a small whimper, and stand to his feet from the old bed. Barely moving from the same height he was on the bed, Thorsten moved to the bath room, holding a ragged bag that rolled out. Getting into the little bathing area of the room, I did unroll his items for morning preparations. " Feeling some way? Feeling together all today~ OOooooOOoo " he'd begin singing in multiple tones and producing sounds horrible to the ears. Dipping the bristles of his brush into the water and sticking it into his mouth to brush his teeth, the wooden finely craved and sanded down making it glide gently back and forth in and out his mouth no splinters or anything. The water giving an refreshing sort of out look as I continue to brush, the scent of leftover roasted and stew, I got all jittery. Removing the brush from his mouth, I spit to the side and look around seeing a dirty mirror. My garments basically all white, and a little bit of gray, being cautious was top priority. Running his hands through his hair to get it quite messy, and the shine from outside breaking into the creeks from the wooden boards make them light up. The day was nice, and my mind made up to preform well on the task today once he knew what he needed to do.

" Ove, Your doing today task. Stark, said loudly with an contract in his hand. " Ove, You are to locate, capture or kill if needed some Slavers capturing nobles in the local area. Go off to the housing district to look around the area. Don't fail the Caravan. Also Have Fun~ " That's how Stark, usually spoke when reading off details of jobs around the local area. Shaking his head, he'd move back over to his bed, gripping the hilt of Gumata; A dwarven axe, he'd discovered along the way which fit him in fighting. Before placing it on the holster, he'd strum it like an guitar, feeling like one of those bards in the Inn's mocking them to show off to the other members of the caravan. Light laughter filled room, as I left in the misted of it.

The town was calm in the morning, and his eye boogers seemed to still be there. Rotating his fingers away to get eye lashes and the crust out, he'd look up from the ground since I tilted my head at the ground. The slightly breeze picking up, as Thorsten cut into a alleyway. Spinning Gumata easily around just holding the grip, I locked it into place on at the back of my bottom, horizontally. It holster mimicked that of an short sword on the hip or waist. " Moving across the rooftops should give a better overlook. Hopefully people don't wonder what's happening. " Placing his hands on the side of an building, he'd stick his fingers through the brick easily, and just start climbing up scaling it easy. Making it to the roof only taking a couple minutes, he'd enter an small sprint to run across the roof tops, heading in what seemed to be more of an housing district.

Moving at a good steady pace, this large mount? Or Dog? I didn't know what to actually describe the beast or canine animal that stood next too. A women who looked taller then me, by far. She has a slim physique, and carries herself well while walking. No expression seemed to be present or was it just my eye sight from the distant? I couldn't know until I started slowing my pace and getting in closer. Platinum Hair, is what I could get from her, and a flower in her bang. It complimented her appeared, but I'm to un-talkative to speak to her.  Dropping into an nearby alley as she probably passed it or not, he'd step from it and speak in a short sentence. " Oppai-San, Job? Um.. want to assist? No problem, If you don't want. " His eyes wide, like the child he is. Staring over the girl and her dog whom, might actually be barking and snarling at him since he's a strange. Blank Expression ran along my face, and cold shivers down my back from the dogs gaze.

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Thorsten, just looks wide eye at the women. Memorized by the platinum hair she had. The dog that accompanied her, didn't bother him as long as it didn't attack. It was rather hostile. Nothing he could really blame the pet's feelings for as he did just appear from the roof to the alley way. The women could tell that he wasn't afraid of the beast, but knew I had my jitters of its appearance, and how furious he or she could possibly be.

Thorsten, and animals weren't something that got along, but also left a intriguing story for him. He felt the awkward conversation about to begin with the platinum haired oppai.
The thing she said was ' No place for a boy' this left him puzzled. Thorsten height is of a boy, his age the beginning of his early teenage years, so the insult stuck to him. A crease along he corner of his lips formed, and a small vein almost presented itself. He doesn't have an aura of sorts so no hostility appeared. This time he knew talking might help him.

" Capture Slavers. . . Old Oppai-Desu " speaking the directive of his job. He shared his fair chuckle in calling her an old bimbo, hopefully getting the red blushed face from her or a reaction. Thorsten would dart his eyes along the platinum oppai's body, and physique to examine her. The move them over to her companion. His or Her fur looked silky smooth, and brushed througholy. Thorsten sort of wanted to touchs the canines, mane and actually reached for it disregarding respect, and manners for a second due his childish behavior and curiosity.

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The platinum hair oppai, grabbed his arm back. Thorsten seemed shocked at first. Her hand felt smooth, and gentle while hiding strong strength behind it. A smile. It came to his face when he felt the grip tighten, trying to measure her strength from the grip alone. Something else broke his focus and made his face wrinkle up; Smells and smoke arising from where his arm was leading. Moving his eyes left to look at the dog once more, its maw was drenched and soaking drool. The drool burning through stone below the dog. That smile from before got larger, the dropped into a puzzled look.

Swishing his head left and right, he didn't mean to almost get his arm bitten. No harm was done in the end. Birds passing over head, with the sky clear and streets dying down. Thorsten, felt the pressure and soft touch of the oppai's hand leave his arm. There wasn't any injury, or hand print on his arm. His skin was sturdy, and whale like. Doubt she would've known that from just looking at him. Keeping that to himself, her words came to his ears again. Moving along behind her. The dog looked to be hyper active, more like sprung ready for action as he or she searched. Thorsten feintly scanned around the buildings while keeping pace.

The area shady, literally. The building covered behind multiple buildings. Thorsten, literally stood out behind Diana in the area. His attire was all white, so when they stood in overcasting shadows from building he was obvious. However if he wanted to be gone from sight, he wouldn't be walking. We followed pluto's nose to locate the building. As far as building goes it was a warehouse, and wasn't worn down. Not until, the platinum oppai smashed a hole through the wall and created the entrance. Engaging into battle. Thorsten, took off through the smoke after the Oppai. He wasn't a heavy Imuchakk, so he dipped and weaved through the cloud of smoke from the wall; making way from the wall to a support beam out of site. Inside it was pretty dark, and grunts were heard as Diana, and her dog took slavers out. Some died at her hands, however Thorsten wasn't shookth by her skills, he only knew that if he killed someone. He wouldn't be able to handle such matters.

Scanning the area, four slavers stood at each side of the room. Flexing his muscles. Crouched in his position, one Slaver started to run forward at Diana's backside; him running was his down fall. Thorsten, swiftly defending from the support beam. Bringing his fist down locked together into the back of the man, knocking him out. Thorsten didn't mind landing on the man's back either crippling him was apart of capturing. A bright green light presented itself. Before Thorsten could react jabbing vines directed at his back struck their target. The cold colors of his emerald eyes went through the warehouse to the man whom hit Thorsten. Minor wounds sustain, and vines trying to lash against my skin. Two guys stood next to one another as Thorsten stood over the unconscious man, before he pivoted and begun to dashing the wind in his ears sounding like whooshing. Arriving in moments, the men weren't able to react the way they wanted. Gripping each one on the side of the head slamming them together knocking them out leaving them laid up together with tools in hand. One left and he had been preoccupied by running away from the large beast. He had run directly into Thorsten, who just wrapped him up in his arms. Holding the man back, as the others were unconscious on the ground.

Taking away his items. Just tossing them to the side. Thorsten threw all the men inside a cage, and shortly walked back over to Platnium Oppai.


" Your name? " he asked looking into her eyes. " My Job. Capture and return with them. " he said, pointing back at the cage.

Word Count: 1,500+/1,500

The platinum hair oppai, grabbed his arm back. Thorsten seemed shocked at first. Her hand felt smooth, and gentle while hiding strong strength behind it. A smile. It came to his face when he felt the grip tighten, trying to measure her strength from the grip alone. Something else broke his focus and made his face wrinkle up; Smells and smoke arising from where his arm was leading. Moving his eyes left to look at the dog once more, its maw was drenched and soaking drool. The drool burning through stone below the dog. That smile from before got larger, the dropped into a puzzled look.

Swishing his head left and right, he didn't mean to almost get his arm bitten. No harm was done in the end. Birds passing over head, with the sky clear and streets dying down. Thorsten, felt the pressure and soft touch of the oppai's hand leave his arm. There wasn't any injury, or hand print on his arm. His skin was sturdy, and whale like. Doubt she would've known that from just looking at him. Keeping that to himself, her words came to his ears again. Moving along behind her. The dog looked to be hyper active, more like sprung ready for action as he or she searched. Thorsten feintly scanned around the buildings while keeping pace.

The area shady, literally. The building covered behind multiple buildings. Thorsten, literally stood out behind Diana in the area. His attire was all white, so when they stood in overcasting shadows from building he was obvious. However if he wanted to be gone from sight, he wouldn't be walking. We followed pluto's nose to locate the building. As far as building goes it was a warehouse, and wasn't worn down. Not until, the platinum oppai smashed a hole through the wall and created the entrance. Engaging into battle. Thorsten, took off through the smoke after the Oppai. He wasn't a heavy Imuchakk, so he dipped and weaved through the cloud of smoke from the wall; making way from the wall to a support beam out of site. Inside it was pretty dark, and grunts were heard as Diana, and her dog took slavers out. Some died at her hands, however Thorsten wasn't shookth by her skills, he only knew that if he killed someone. He wouldn't be able to handle such matters.

Scanning the area, four slavers stood at each side of the room. Flexing his muscles. Crouched in his position, one Slaver started to run forward at Diana's backside; him running was his down fall. Thorsten, swiftly defending from the support beam. Bringing his fist down locked together into the back of the man, knocking him out. Thorsten didn't mind landing on the man's back either crippling him was apart of capturing. A bright green light presented itself. Before Thorsten could react jabbing vines directed at his back struck their target. The cold colors of his emerald eyes went through the warehouse to the man whom hit Thorsten. Minor wounds sustain, and vines trying to lash against my skin. Two guys stood next to one another as Thorsten stood over the unconscious man, before he pivoted and begun to dashing the wind in his ears sounding like whooshing. Arriving in moments, the men weren't able to react the way they wanted. Gripping each one on the side of the head slamming them together knocking them out leaving them laid up together with tools in hand. One left and he had been preoccupied by running away from the large beast. He had run directly into Thorsten, who just wrapped him up in his arms. Holding the man back, as the others were unconscious on the ground.

Taking away his items. Just tossing them to the side. Thorsten threw all the men inside a cage, and shortly walked back over to Platnium Oppai.


" Your name? " he asked looking into her eyes. " My Job. Capture and return with them. " he said, pointing back at the cage.

Word Count: 1,500+/1,500