2005-12-20 [snowwolfsa]: *Snowolf sighs softly to himself as he sits, alone at the bar, he wasnt drunk, however, he had many empty glasses infront of him.. his sword was sheathed an rested agains the bar next to him, while he sat there drinking, makeing small talk with the tender...

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *the doors to the tavern open, as the freezing cold wind howls through the room, and ice rolls in on the floor. A man with long silver hair wearing an all black leather outfit with a katana on his back walks in. his green eyes search the room, before sitting in the corner at a table.*

2005-12-20 [snowwolfsa]: *Snowolf looks back briefly as he felt the cold chill, his hand slid onto his katana as he watched the figure enter, realizeing this man had sat down, he took his hand off his sword, an went back to drinking

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Bartender: *walks over to the new comer.* "can I get you a drink sir?"

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *nods as he keeps looking down. his eyes hidden by his hair.* "I will have a water."

2005-12-20 [snowwolfsa]: Snowolf: *sighs softly as he sat there, finishing his drink, setting down his glass

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Bartender: *seems surprised by the mans lack of talk.* "where is all your warm gear, there is no way you made it here in just that?" *gestures to what tafia is wearing..*

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *still avoiding looking at the bartender he answers, as he slides some currency across the table to the man.* "why dont you say we just forget the questions for now.."

2005-12-20 [snowwolfsa]: Snowolf: *sitting so close, he couldnt help but over hear the new comer an the tender talking, this new guy seemed to worry snowolf some... but he sat there, looking over a cloth that lay infront of him, a map of the area

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Bartender: *nods, and takes the money.* "so what are you, some kind of contracter? not everyone pays 200 bens for a bottle of water.. most people pay 2 bens."

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *still looking down, he gets aggrivated with the bartender..* "yeah, im a contracter....for oil.."

2005-12-20 [snowwolfsa]: Snowolf: *smirked some at that comment and laughed under his breath at this, oil... he could clearly tell, this man was no contractor..

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Bartender: "i never seen a oil contracter before who carried around such a strong sword as that there..but then again, i havent met many oil contracters.."

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *tightens his hands shut as the bartenders questions keep rambling on... he knows he has to keep a low profile for now... how he wishes he could cut the man in half..*

2005-12-20 [snowwolfsa]: Snowolf: *he stood and sighed grabing his sword attaching it to the side of his belt, as his trench fell down over the sword he walked over to the bartender placeing a hand on his shoulder "hey sam, why not lay off the questions... he dosent look to...friendly..." snowolf spoke before laughing some "wouldnt wanna save you now would i?"

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Sam: *looks at snowolf, as he smiles and nods.* "sure thing snowolf...ill go get that water.."

2005-12-20 [snowwolfsa]: Snowolf: *smiles an nods "good" he spoke to sam before looking to tafia " i dont know what your deal is.... but this is a city with upright people... we dont need no trouble" he spoke before turning back to head back to his seat

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *glared at him, and gritted his teeth, trying to control his anger..how much he would enjoy making this man beg for mercy at the tip of his blade before killing him...*

2005-12-20 [snowwolfsa]: Snowolf: *returning to his seat, he continues traceing his finger along a small pieave of cloth that lay in front of him, as if he never left it

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: *a man walks in and sits down next to Tafia, wearing lots of warm cloths.*

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *he looks up at the man in warm gear.* "you're late.."

2005-12-20 [crowfeather]: "I saw you both need to quit ya yappen and stop messing with the rest of the pay'n customers here" *a middle aged man with short sandy brown hair that had a bit of slivering to it and hazel eyes wanders over to the bar and nods to the man behind the counter before reaching over the counter and gets himself a drink*

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: *the man shakes nods.* "the UN soldiers were hard to get past in Atolincia this time.. the security was getting even worse after you left... you are becoming much too popular for us to keep using you.."

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *in a low voice..* "Then find someone better.... you need me, and you know it.... just remember that."

2005-12-20 [snowwolfsa]: Snowolf: *he smiles an stands "well sam, its been a pleasure as always, but im heading out for the night... ill catch ya tommarow" he spoke tucking the cloth into one of his trench coat pockets

2005-12-20 [dead~spirit]: Sam: *nods, and smiles too Snowolf.* "yeah, have a good night snowolf."

2005-12-20 [snowwolfsa]: Snowolf : *with a wave, he nods again, glanceing back at tafia before exiting into the cold

2005-12-21 [dead~spirit]: *the man orders a water, and sets down 50 bens.* "you dont understand just how important this is to us... we need him dead.."

2005-12-21 [dead~spirit]: Sam: *walks over, and hands them their waters.* "so you are not a contractor?"

2005-12-21 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *looks around and notices there is no one alse around except the three of them.* "you ask to many questions..."

2005-12-21 [dead~spirit]: *the man grabs tafia's shoulder.* "not here.. remember you need to keep a low profile..we still need you.."

2005-12-21 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *glares at the man, as he touchs him.* "........."

2005-12-21 [dead~spirit]: *the man hesatently take shis hand of Tafia, and sits down.* "just dont forget who is in charge here.."

2005-12-21 [dead~spirit]: Sam: *was at the next table cleaning it off, as he listened to their conversation.*

2005-12-21 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *disappears, and reappears behind sam holding his katana, as Sam's body falls in two, and his scream echos throughout the tavern.* "he heard to much..."

2005-12-22 [dead~spirit]: *the man gets up, and stumbles towards the door.* "your crazy!!! I cant stay here.. jesus! what the hell were you thinking.. i said keep a low profile.!!"

2005-12-22 [crowfeather]: *the man from earlier ends up sitting alone at a back table taking a swig of his bottle, one foot propped up on the table*

2005-12-22 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *watchs the man run out the door, and then takes one last swig of his water before exiting..*

2005-12-22 [crowfeather]: *raises an eyebrow at the show and shakes his head* sad.... pathetic and sad.. *sinks back a little more in his chair as he takes a swig from his bottle*

2005-12-22 [snowwolfsa]: Snowolf: *he walks back in after tafia leaves "hey sam i forgo....SAM!" he spoke running to sams lifeless cut in half body

2005-12-22 [crowfeather]: "............................" *blinkblink, shakes his head. pulls a small hand held computer from one of the pockets in his pants and fiddles with it. sighs and stuffs it back into its pocket before going back to drinking*

2005-12-22 [snowwolfsa]: Snowolf: *he stood, looking around, his eyes where narrowed.. his face was full of rage, looking to the person at the bar "you...what happend here?..."

2005-12-22 [dead~spirit]: Tafia: *walking through the blizzard in the middle of the night, he disappears, as he heads for the Shamen platform*

2005-12-22 [crowfeather]: *the man sitting at his back table looks at Snowolf with a raised eyebrow, rim of the bottle poised near his lips* guy with katana sorta lost it.... *shrugs slightly, obviously unphased by the violence as he takes a swig*

2005-12-22 [snowwolfsa]: Snowolf: *looks down at sam, then at the door, he sighs "..ill get him" he spoke before running out the door, he found some foot steps in the snow he hadnt noticed before, and started to follow them

2005-12-22 [crowfeather]: "weee... guess I get to clean this place..." *gets up and wanders over to the body on the floor* "come on there buddy... you're staining my floors..." *with the help of the bartender he ends up dragging Sam's body out the back door, smirking slightly at his employee* "ya know. seriously need to get something to get blood stains out of tile"

2006-12-07 [dead~spirit]: