Gun For Hire, Anyone? [OPEN] Apr 3, 2014 10:22:40 GMT -5
Post by Deleted on Apr 3, 2014 10:22:40 GMT -5
Hollow Bastion, he never set his foot here and it was strange for him as he entering a new world. The man was covered in full combat armor and the helmet completely covered his face, he carried a duffel bag in his left hand while the other hand carrying his rifle. This kind of appearance led many pedestrians keep themselves away from him but this man had no intention to start chaos right in the middle of the street. He was a former Guardian Corps soldier turned mercenary, under contract of newly founded government known as the Academy in his new homeworld "Pulse" and his assignment was simple; to investigate and study the other new worlds and report back to the Academy once he was finished. Not just a mercenary, this man founded his own mercenary group since after the Academy was founded and they were known as "Wayfaring Wolves". Right now he acted alone, he told his mercenaries to hold their ground in Pulse and after some surveillance, he will call them in. A name tag was visible on his chest and it was written as "Tempest", which was not entirely his name.
Tempest hold his steps and adjusted his duffel bag a little, he slung it behind across his back and hold his rifle with both of his hands. Tempest stood tall right in front of an inn and tilted his head a little, the mercenary rubbed his finger on his helmet. First at foremost, he needed to find a work which was suitable for his career. Either bounty hunting, escorting or clearing some annoying "pests" will do, as long as he earned some money for living. Regardless, it was a long journey and Tempest needed to rest himself. "A fine drink and a warm bed will do the trick." Tempest mumbled to himself as he opening the door and entering the inn. The inn was quiet, no one was around but the innkeeper and Tempest preferred it that way, he hated crowding places. He approached the counter and sat himself on the seat, Tempest lowered down his duffel bag and placed it on the floor. "Best drink you have and a room," Tempest's voice bellowed from his helmet and the innkeeper nodded to him in silence. He handed a key over to the mercenary and huddled to the door behind him. Tempest slung his rifle across his back and that time, the innkeeper came back with a mug of liquor in his hand and he placed right in front of Tempest.
Before he could drink, Tempest checked vest pockets and sling bag for a moment while the innkeeper waiting for him. After found his wallet, Tempest took out few coins and tossed them on the counter while the innkeeper looking on. "Forgive me for asking this mate but, do you require a mercenary's service or do you know anyone who wants to hire a mercenary?" Tempest asked the innkeeper as he placing his elbow on the counter. The innkeeper raised his eyebrows and looked at Tempest directly, he shook his head a little and that led much to the mercenary's disappointment. "Nope, I don't need one and no one needs a mercenary but you can try to find a job within Hollow Bastion Restoration Committee... Perhaps they need someone like you?" the innkeeper said to Tempest after he grabbed the coins from the counter. Hollow Bastion Restoration Committee, a guild or something like that? "My thanks, mate." Tempest nodded and he smiled to the innkeeper, even though he was still wearing the helmet.