Outlander

@Arabelle

Outlander nodded, a smile forming across his face. "I was planning on taking the trash out anyway, I mine as well start with them." Outlander looked at Arabelle like she just asked how to dial 911. "...first bunch of wannabe laughing coffins, blah blah blah." Outlander said in a high pitched voice. " We are determined to steal sh*t for laughs and kill anyone that gets in the way. Laughing coffin on the other hand, they are just a bunch of f*ckboys with mental problems. I'd hardly call that a organization, much less a guild. Didn't anyone tell you what our guild was abou- Oh god dammit, one more broken anything and I'm coming for you b*tches." Outlander walked out from behind the bar to the fireplace. "Enjoy the whiskey." Outlander said as he passed the new guy who just seemed to be enjoying himself (@Frank). Then he walked back and placed the fire poker under the bar counter in preparation. It was at this point the Outlander noticed that Redfeild was no where to be seen. Outlander stared intensely out into the fight. "One more slip up and someone is getting sent to the ER, and it isn't going to be me." 

@Embers @Prometheus

“Look, I get it, you don’t want some substitute bartender telling you what to do. But just do me a favor and stop while we move the furniture or at the very least go outside so I can make a betting ring.” Outlander waited for a response, which was a threat from tin man himself. Outlander just shakes his head and walks back to the counter. “I try to see things from his perspective, but I just can’t seem to get my head that far up my a**.” Outlander said ignoring the man whom just walked in, then turning to Redfield. “So, what do you think we should do about Tin man and Red head?” Outlander asked, with a look in his eyes that meant let’s get out the iron fire poker. “I think I have an idea sir, allow me to explain.” Redfield said, beginning to explain his plan to Outlander. They both collaberate quietly, occassionally shooting a glace at the two players to see if the situation has changed.

Redfeild stood up, now irritated. "Tu fils de p***." Redfeild spoke calmly, adjusting his tie and placing his cane on the bar counter. Outlander smirked. "I'm glad you asked, just for you we have this delightful special called the "Go f*** yourself". Made by yours truly, oh no! Oh C- Come on not the furniture!" Outlander shouted, turning to his chalkboard, and making a straight line down the center. On one side he put "Tin Man" and another he put "Big Red". Turning back around. "Great, now we have the betting board, the bar fight, and not enough people to make money off of." Outlander said, crossing his arms in disappointment. "Sir, they are probably going to break something." Redfeild replied. "Yeah I know, I know. I'll try to stop them." Outlander approached the center of the room. "Hey buds, could you at least, NOT throw punches at each other until we move the furniture out of the way? If not your going to have to do this outside."

@Embers

@Prometheus

[OOC: God d***it , @Arabelle. Now you have everyone calling me Outsider. *claps* Congrats.]

"Hey! I heard that, and for the record what they did was completely unnecessary!" Outlander shouted down the stairs towards the fiery individual, which was followed by a muffled voice. "I mean really? We weren't even a real threat. What they did was like going to the ER over a splinter! Who does that!" Then he went quiet only to reappear moments later. "I'm back!" Outlander said, dragging a awkwardly large chalkboard down the stairs with an idiotic grin on his face, making a loud SLAM with every step. "Sir?" Redfeild tilted his head out of curiosity. He dragged the board behind the bar and set it up against the cabinets. "Alright... and now we wait..." Outlander sighed, pouring a glass of what he hope wasn't cleaning solution. "Well... How are things?" Outlander asked, entirely unsure of what to say in this situation. He turned to Redfeild. "Looks like none of our buddy's are showing up." Outlander said, taking a swig of what he poured. "I mean, It could be worse, someone I genuinely dislike could show up."

Outlander marched triumphantly into the blacksmiths shop, shouting "Buona giornata!" at the top of his lungs in a raspy voice. "So, I'm looking to obtain a Sheild and or a one handed spear. I'm willing to pay in both Col and T1 Materials, cause I want Tier one stuff. But if you can make it perfect, that be... Just great." Outlander said, clearing hinting what quality he wanted it. "I specifically want the spear to be called, The Furious Toothpick. That is if you can do it." Outlander waited for a response.

@Dustin

That's around the time when Arabelle walked in. "Welcome to the Sh** show Arabelle! Enjoy your stay." Arabelle then brought up a moment that made him shudder out of frustration. "Ok, let me explain. I did absolutely nothing wrong. They couldn't touch me or my guild because we didn't commit any crimes *cough* yet *cough*. So they had absolutley no choice but to leave us alone. Speaking of crime..." Outlander looked past Arabelle as Prometheus approached. "Hey bud, when are we going to steal a goat I need an ETA on that." Outlander asked. Redfeild stared at Outlander like he just shot himself in the foot, though Outlander couldn't see his face, he could tell Redfeild looked disappointed. "Sir I still don't thin-" Redfeild was interrupted my Prometheus, who proceeded to insult him. "I beg your pardon?" Redfeild asked, not quite sure he heard what the man said correctly. Outlander, however knew exactly what was going on, and a grin slowly spread across his face. He left to the upstairs, demanding that "Nobody move until I returned!"
@Arabelle

"Ooh... That'll be interesting." Outlander said, thinking of who this fiery character could possibly be. "Oh, well, I mean we do have alcohol. It might not be real but, its still alcohol." Outlander shrugged, as he moved a box of bottles onto the counter. Thats when the man implied he was a coward. "Buddy buddy listen..." Outlander came out from behind the counter, like he was about to reveal a new product that he came up with in a dark basement and was now trying to sell it to unsuspecting bystanders. "...how soon do you want that goat?" Outlander said with a grin. "Also, do you have a particular goat in mind, because you seem to have more inside knowledge on goats then me?" Outlander sounded dead serious. "Also, if you have a particular way in mind of how and who we sacrifice set goat too, I'm also all ears. But I personally prefer Cthulhu, but that's just my preference."

@Prometheus

"You know Redfeild, I wonder who our first patron will be, I'm going to assume they aren't going to be ver-" The door slams open and a man in full armor enters yelling something about a goat. "Oh, I can tell I'm going to like you already..." Outlander said with a short laugh. "...however we couldn't afford a single goat. Why are the price for goats so high THIS time of year?" Outlander looked over to Redfeild as he asked the question. "I haven't got a clue sir." Redfeild responds. "Anyway welcome to the "Party". Buy one drink for the price of two and get a second for free. All that good stuff. As you can tell, your the first on to show up here, we aren't exactly "popular" with people so it might just be the three of us." Outlander leans over the bar. "And yes, if you invited friends, it just might become a party." Outlander continued.

@Prometheus

"I still can't believe he let us run the tavern for the night. I mean, he did say we could if we "make more money then we spend" but I still couldn't believe how easy it was!" Outlander said, wiping off the counter with a rag. "Do you know what this means Redfeild?" Outlander asked, leaning over the bar. "I haven't got the slightest clue sir." Redfeild responded. "It means tonight its our rules! WE can do whatever we want! He really shouldn't have given me this kind of power." Outlander practically shouted. "Then, good sir, may I make a suggestion?" Redfeild said, adjusting his tie. "Sure, I'm all ears." Outlander replied. "What if we hosted a party, to celebrate the new year?" Redfeild recommend. "That idea- Isn't actually half bad. Alright, lets give it a go." Outlander filled out a blackboard sign with chalk. Putting "New Years Party:" and "Special Deals on Drinks" and slapped a bunch of other nonsense on it. Redfeild on the other hand, was lighting the fireplace near the back. "And now we wait."

@Mr.R

Interior:

"Ah! Finally! I've been waiting for some unsuspecting peep to walk in." Outlander said to the firey eyed man. "Alright, if you want to join, I've got a few questions for you." He said, pulling out a notepad. "Well sh**. I forgot to write them down. Oh well, let's take it from the top." Outlander folded his arms and laid back. "The names Outlander, professional mercenary and a**hole. At your service." Outlander announced nodding his head. "I'm a "member" of the Outcasts Pact." Outlander continued. "Which is about the- Oh this is painful. Essentially, we are just a really REALLY laid back mercenary guild." Outander said. "Just remember to respect your fellow guild members and worship me like the all powerful immortal being that I am, and your good to go. Though we do have a few rules IF you plan on joining in. Oh, I forgot to mention the office picnics. Those are fun, except the one time, but it still was awesome." He  unfolded his arms and picked up his drink. "Interested?"

@Prometheus

The sign outside the tavern read: 

Outcast Pact Guild Recruitment: We need you! Or not, we really don't care. 

Outlander sat in the corner alone at a booth in the wall, attempting to do coin tricks but failing most of them. "Ugh... This is f***ing boring." He put the coin in one of the few pouches he has around his waist. He then took one of the table knifes and began spinning it like it was a fan in the surface of the table. "Who ordered the- Pumpki-" The bartender shouted. "I did!" Outlander raised his hand. The bartender walked over to his table and placed the drink. "Alright... Hopefully someone comes soon. Or I'm gonna pop a blood vessel out of boredom..." He said with an aggitated sigh.

"Ah, I'm just waiting for that NPC to say where's the lamb sauce." He chuckled. "Alright, let's see... Ah, is that a thing over there? Or are the adrenaline shots I had this morning fading away." He got closer to the bush and plucked something off. "Hey I got on-" The item shattered. "God f###ing d###it..." He let out sigh. "Well, it can't get much worse then failing master Ramsey in a hunt to make some booze..." He said, at this point he was excpecting to look at the ground and see a message going:

"I heard that..." -Karma

Fortunately, that didn't happen. "Ah... I'm so hitting the sauce after this... Maybe I should visit the Westward Tavern? No, I'll try something different this time."

"Ah, I'm just waiting for that NPC to say where's the lamb sauce." He chuckled. "Alright, let's see... Ah, is that a thing over there? Or are the adrenaline shots I had this morning fading away." He got closer to the bush and plucked something off. "Hey I got on-" The item shattered. "God f###ing d###it..." He let out sigh. "Well, it can't get much worse then failing master Ramsey in a hunt to make some booze..." He said, at this point he was excpecting to look at the ground and see a message going:

"I heard that..." - Karma

Fortunately, that didn't happen. He began walking again hoping to spot and grab something easy to abtain and achieve. Especially if it didn't involve the slightest challenge once so ever.

“Ah, night hours. Clearly the best way to hunt down savage and dangerous players is obviously in pitch black....” Outlander said as he arrived at the meeting point. It was dark, he didn’t think night time would have been “optimal” to search for hostile players. He was currently wearing his blue and silver armor, a leather strap across his chest held his longsword to his back. He held a coffee in one of his hands, he looked sleepy “...Oh right. I should add, me being a leader in this particular situation would probably, if not definitely, get someone killed. I’m not talking about the person we’re after either.” He continued. He took a long slow sip of his coffee after saying this, then mumbled: “Espresso may not be the answer, but it's worth a shot.” He then yawned, and stood there waiting for everything to get settled so he could go stab something, or more likely, someone.

[OOC: Outlander chooses not to be a group leader] 

<<OOC: This takes place in a safe zone, so don’t get any ideas. Also, no loopholes.>>

Outlander stood in the shopping district of the town of new beginnings in one of those many benches that are randomly strewn about the area. He was sitting next to a wooden cart that would looks like it would be used to move heavy wooden crates around with ease, a man was loading it with crates of, alcohol? He got up, and walked up to the man: “Clearly nothing means business like showing up to a liquor store with a shopping cart.” Outlander said with a questionable look on his face. “Hey, you wouldn't suppose, I could, take one o-” “No.” “Dude come on!” Outlander protested. “Want one, but one.” Outlander looked at the man with frustration filling his eyes. “How much?” Outlander groaned. “I’d say, one hundred and fifty col.” “Haha, yeah, no. What is the real price?” The man just stared at Outlander. “Ok, I'm go now, good luck with your future endeavors.” Outlander said, there was only one place that he actually enjoyed going to. The Westward Tavern. He began walking at a moderate pace, trying not to make contact with any unwanted.

Outlander continued to watch the slowly growing group of individuals. He felt a cold stare burn through the back of his skull. He turned around to see another player, in all the commotion of the attack, he thought her name was, Hestia? She gave him a cold dead stare, his reaction? To wink of course! After that he turned back to Vigilon about to continue the conversation. “So, you remember the last time we talked right, ahh… That was a fun tuesday…” He said, obviously referring to Vigilon being in the raid against him and his guild. Suddenly, a wild Krysta appeared, more or less interrupting. “So, looks like your “friend” is here. Between you and me, she's a little much. I mean, she is a little over reactive… See ya!” He tried to walk away from the two but he was to late, Krysta was already here, he knew he couldn’t win an argument with her, she was stubborn about defeat, well, when it comes to simple arguments. The thing about idiots is that you really can’t beat them, they will drag you down to their level and beat you with experience. Krysta asked why someone like Outlander was joining in on hunting down a criminal. “Well, two words, turf war. So, I gotta start somewhere. Also, have I mentioned my thirst for blood?” He said turning to face her. Then he opened his menu hoping to use the slightly translucent menu to cover her up and pretend she wasn’t there. He went to messages and typed to his friend Samuel: “Code DEAR FTLOG! I repeat Code DEAR FTLOG!” He typed frantically. Less than fifteen seconds later he got a reply:

DEAR FTLOG? Whats that mean?

Drop Everything And Run, For The Love Of God.

Clearly his friend didn’t know what situation he was in. He closed his menu as Krysta said “You don’t ever think before you speak, do you?” Outlander gave her a stern look in the eyes. “I have a feeling you questioning the way I speak, now, if you think the things I say out loud are bad you should hear the things I keep to myself.” He continued. After that, he left, he had nothing more he wanted to say to the two, well, at least he knows what Vigilons name is now, this information is about as useless as a glass hammer. Afterwards, he noticed Sharr in the group, he approached him. “Wow, I wasn’t expecting you to show up. So, looks like the whole Pact is here. Lemme guess, you came here because it was the only legal way you could kill someone and get away with it. That's totally why I’m here.”
 

[OOC: You’re predictable. Also, I saw you viewing this thread earlier, I knew you couldn’t resist.]
“Great, he just had to show up…” The voice behind him said. He immediately recognized the voice. “Oh god d***it…” He muttered then turned around. “I honestly didn’t expect you to show up, Outlander…” Vigilon said. “Well, when life gives you lemons, you make lemonade. Unfortunately, life never gave me lemons, instead it has given me anger issues, anxiety, and a love for alcoholic beverages. Also, I’m in the mood to stab someone, so don’t tempt me. ” Outlander said, gesturing towards the longsword slung across his back. He pulled out a croissant and began chowing down, as if what he said was completely normal to say to someone. “I know you absolutely despise me, but, can we put this aside for later? I have way better things to do, like eating this croissant for example.” He continued.
@Vigilon

Outlander stood among the crowd, the speech was appealing and all, but he was in a crime guild himself, though he didn’t care. When the player who said her name was “Lessa” announced that all mercenaries and bounty hunters should help, he figured they were desprate. A wicked grin formed upon Outlanders face. After the speech, he walked up to the quickly forming group of players, many of which he recognized, specifically, one of the players involved in attacking his perfect recruiting station. Along with Fae and Vigilon, oh no, Vigilon. He approached the speaker. “You said Mercenary, correct?” He said, adjusting his longsword on his back. “I happened to be just that. Also, self entitled a-hole. Outlander at your service.” He said with a bow, his longsword almost slipping from its holster on his back. He casually walked over to Fae. “Well well well, fancy meeting you here.” He said with a humorous tone. “So, Laughing coffin? Sounds like someone didn’t have a creative outlook on life. I mean, out of context, they sounds like a low-budget morgue.”

#Im on Aereth's Team
 

Outlander sat bored, at a tree, he was about to take a nap when a familiar figure was walking on the road. She was small, and surprisingly quiet. She honestly scared him, she had all the traits of something that could be potentially hiding under someone's bed before brutally murdering them. She may look all innocent, but she really wanted to kill someone. “Oh, hey Fae.” Outlander said, his face completely calm, well at least until she said Do you need someone taken out. At that point, a grin formed across his face. “Well, as much as I’d want to slay some degenerates that truly have no idea how to swing a sword. We have some pact matters to discuss. Example, one of the current matters are our current level. So, I’m taking up ideas, if anyone wants to go guild leveling. Because we really need it.” Sharr approached from behind where Outlander was saying: "Well at least you have the brains to figure that out Leader. I mean seriously, announcing to the whole world that we are trying to make a group that's up to no good with the possibility to bring death upon somebody else, what a spectacular that is leader!" Outlander only smiled at this insightful comment. “Well, enough of us are here, let's begin shall we? What, should we do. I’m up for any kind of suggestion, even the stupid ones. Be aware that this is a once in a lifetime opportunity, I almost never listen to stupid Ideas.” He said in a sarcastic tone. 

Outlander had sent a notification throughout the entirety of his guild, the Outcasts Pact, which can be labeled as a terrorist group if others so feel like it. He outside the town of new beginnings, resting under a tree. He didn't want to go in, he didn't want to run into any individuals who might recognize him. "Ah... Broad daylight, how you irritate me." He said, looking directly into the sun. He was trying to shifted his head to the position that was just right, also, because he had the sun in his eyes. "Well, they should be here any minute now. If not, I can take a nap, grab a bite to eat..." He continued. He looked down the road that lead into the town of new beginnings. "But, whats taking them so long?" Outlander winced at the trail looking both ways before lounging again. "It seemed like just yesterday, I my recruitment station was attacked by those jerks. Well, hopefully not this time. Right?" He said to no one. 

@Fae @Mr.R @Sharr

Outlander sat at the bar stool, he got a message from someone from his Pact. It read:

He was interested, he recognized the name Novafire. He meet here earlier in the year at another event. Looks like she is a very social person after all. He sent a message back before arriving near the building.

Outlander continued to drink, for he was at his favorite tavern, The Westward Tavern on floor eleven, with his favorite pal Samuel, and no amount of free coffee can replace their pumpkin spice mead. It's truly something to die for. "You know..." Outlander said turning to Sam. "...sometimes I drink water to surprise my liver." Outlander said with a grin on his face.

<<Outlander was never in the building or area so he leaves immediately>>
 

...and what a beautiful day that was. How an attempt to recruit lead to threats and unnecessary violence, what is unnecessary violence? It doesn't exist, all of it is necessary. Sooner or later, almost everyone left. The most interesting part of the day, was when Domarus convinced Outlander, me, clearly the most original character, that I killed whats-her-face, or at least convinced her to kill herself. Who knows? I do anything for entertainment. Fortunately Grimm(Alias Golf) was around and monitoring the conversation. He alerted me(Alias Osiris) Please tell me these code names aren't permanent. But that who thing raises a couple questions, who has the alias Echo? Why did Domarus convince Pinball that Outlander killed his friend? And was he right about his comment? Looks like we will have to continue this next week, but in the meantime. F*ck off, and have a nice day.

SP & Col stuffs: PENDING- DON'T POST ANYTHING ELSE

@Outlander = 1 SP

@Fae = 2 SP

@Sharr = 1 SP

@Domarus = 2 SP

@Hikoru = 1 SP

@Grimm = 0 SP

@Hestia = 2 SP

@Vigilon = 1 SP

@Embers = 1 SP

Oh, Domarus gets another response. SO, ya'll can- *inaudible noises and censor sounds*

Samuel smiled, “Yeah, you’ve told me, he “interfered with the pact”, or “he’s annoying” something like that right? I mean, not repeat yourself, we hear you just fine. It's that sometimes your a little, eh, judgemental.” Outlander squinted at Sam “How dare you…” Sam smiled innocently in response. “As I was saying…” Outlander continued, eyeing Sam as if he was gonna interrupt again. “...after that, things got a little fuzzy, I remember meeting the player @Spangie or something like that while she was looking for help completing a quest to get a real profession.” The same girl with the eyepatch interrupted. “What profession are you going to take Outlander?” He smiled in response and commented “Cook, with a dash of mercenary work sprinkled in there somewhere.” Most of the bar laughed. It died down quickly though. “The next thing I knew I was help a girl by the name of, well, I don't know her name. Unfortunately, Vigilon was there. Which as you can imagine, is just plain out annoying, and it was like negative fifty degrees too!”

“Anyway, he tried to kill me, something about vengeance and stuff. But then Nova ran into the clearing shouting something about peace or unity. Which wasn’t what caused him to stop fighting, you see he was one my side all along!” Some people gasped at this comment. “You see, he wanted into the pact, so, he had to do something for me. That was just to make me look good.” Some people frowned upon this. “Anyway, then two players disappeared around this time . They were @Tressa and some other player I can't remember the name of. I also met a players by the names of @H3LL0, @Dazia, and her faithful NPC twelve year old, whatsherface, she’s not an NPC, I just said it to irritate her. It worked to well. Next thing I knew, I dislike half of everyone there. Oh, yeah, there was also a player named @Pinball, as in the machine he was effy, but Viglion, OH VIGLION. THAT SON OF A B*TCH!!!” Outlander shouted, irritated by his name alone.

“I don’t know what she does now a’days. Judging on her attitude towards life, I’m guessing charity work. Or something like that. Anyway, she was a kind person, unlike the people I met there. Oh yeah, that's where I met my first enemy, of mildly hated acquaintances, I don’t know, their names were @Vigilon and @Krysta, they apparently had a thing going, or like each other, because eventually, they we’re a couple.” Outlander said, Sam followed with: “You just jealous you have no relationship?” THE WHOLE D*AMN BAR WHEN SILENT. “Woah woah woah, I have a kick*ass sense of humor, something you can never get, now, where was I?” Resumed Outlander. “I also made a friend who tried to kill me, it was interesting. Um, heard of a player by the name @The Dark Knight, creepy fellow, I’ve seen his face with his helmet off, HIS EYES ARE F*CKING TERRIFING. He looks blind but can see just as well.” Outlander said, sounding disturbed.

“So I was looking with materials with Benjamin Bookworm, it didn’t last long at all, Litzy was daydreaming the whole time, Ben was to serious all the time, and I was literally grasping at straws. You know, for materials, I also remember tripping a lot. This game hates me.” Sam laughed and commented “It truly does.” “So then the hunt just, fell apart.” Outlander said in whimsy. “What happened next?” Asked a very manly looking patron standing behind Outlander, he looked around to realize everyone was listening in to his tale. “God d*mn…” Outlander said. “I got myself a fan club.” Everyone laughed once again. “Next I remember was the GREAT TREASURE HUNT. It was so peaceful, I loved interrupting the peaceful. Maybe that's why I have so many enemies…” Sam smiled. “Anyway… I arrived a little late to the show, a Girl whom I’ve met before named @Novafire started the whole hunt. Around ten other players showed.”