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Post by Hector Luthais on Mar 9, 2013 18:27:06 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | | [atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;] TOTAL FREEDOM A PRIVILEGE FOR THE BLESSED At that fine morning, the young brown-haired Rogue made his way to a secluded village located somewhere in Galatea, close to Illeia. His only purpose was to attend to his client’s request who had posted up a mission form at one of the taverns he frequented, and he happened to be interested in whatever this client was asking for. Or maybe he was slightly inclined to perhaps witness the remnants of the commotion that was kind of a hot news among the information brokers he had connections with.
No matter how well those bums in the higher authorities attempted to protect the knowledge they thought they had all to themselves, there were always a minimum number of well hidden lowly ants or rotten fleas attached to their parties (unbeknownst to them) who risked their lives to get their hands on the juicy bits and sold them in exchange for some generous coins. They lived dirty, these traitors; but the boy was thankful such people existed. Just a little bit of bribing here and there, he could have gotten what he wanted to know, albeit slower than those involved in the event hands on. But enough about the smartypants’ way of living. The tanned Rogue’s work ethics was to dedicate himself to his job per client’s requests, and so he would do just that. He might be young, but he definitely was gullible and rash no more.
He finally arrived at a town, and the first thing he noticed was all the gloomy looking ornaments decorating the pillars around town and the front doors of the townsfolk’s little spook houses. Those, coupled with the purple colored theme going on with the town, scared this boyly man a little. He recalled the name of the town, it was something unpronounceable. Mohlewalisjskjauelajewkasd. There was no way he would get that wrong, his photographic memory would never fail him, and he put complete trust in his gift. Perhaps he should refer to this town by its more-easily-remembered name that the tavern bartender back in Galatea informed him about, Mollea.
For now, he should meet with the client. According to his trustee bartender, the client was Mollea’s mayor, and to find this mayor the boy would have to politely ask the townspeople for some clues. He spotted a few ladies gossiping at around a corner near the town’s entrance, so he suavely approached them and initiated a conversation. “Well, hello, pretties. My name is Gallant Knight, and I am here to permanently end the town’s misery. For that to happen, I need a little help and I hope to get some directions as to where I can find the mayor’s house, because…” He then posed extravagantly, with a hand over his chest and another over his forehead. “I seem to have lost my way... In your charming gazes.”
He had hoped for the ladies to respond kindly to his lame pick-up lines, but no, they didn’t. Instead, when he finished reciting his much practiced speech, shrieks and high-pitched screams were heard, and he felt the ladies throwing flower petals and spraying water at him. One of them even stuck some papers onto his face and stomach with some heavy slaps enough to leave this boy groaning the moment her palm made contact with his body.
“IT’S A STRANGER! EEEEK!!!”
“Leave us alone! Go away, go home!”
“BE DAMNED, STRANGER!”
The ladies ran away while orchestrating screaming fugue, and their performance they conducted upon meeting a complete stranger who was not being freaky to them had attracted the crowd’s attention. The surprised boy could hear them whispering ‘stranger’ in a very fearful tone, clothed in enough extra serving of fear that anyone within 3 feet radius of the town would probably notice it. The dumbfounded Rogue gathered himself before plucking out the pieces of papers stuck to his face, and discovered that they resembled some charms people used to ward evil spirits off in all kinds of cultures. Being a sharp individual, he assumed the flower petals were probably purifiers and the water sprayed on him was Holy Water. Hence, this town must be kind of superstitious of the supernatural. What part of him was supernatural, though? No clue.
It seemed asking around wasn’t the way to go. He then decided to proceed through the town by himself, looking for a building that looked like it could be the mayor’s residence, scattering the crowd of the townspeople like a shark swimming through a school of salmon. It was almost as if there was a barrier surrounding him. It was alright, it was part of the job, except he felt like someone was following him. He turned to survey the area, but he found only the town’s residents eerily looking at him. These people wouldn’t even bother stalking him, so it might just be his imagination.
“Mercenary?” An old man’s voice called out to him as he walked along a market street. He switched the focus of his vision from the stalls along the street to an old man standing in front of him, holding a wooden staff. “Come with me.”
This old man, with his fashion sense, intrigued the brown-haired Rogue. He totally fit in into the setting of the town, he didn’t know whether to snerk at the ridiculousness of the elder’s costume or to get spooked by the perfect combination. To top it all with, this old man had far sharper sense than any mayors of any towns. And yes, it was kind of easy to guess who the man was. “Mercenary, at your service, Mayor.” He obediently followed the old man who didn’t react at the sight of a stranger. It was as if he had expected his visit, and that fact alone was enough to judge the old man, considering all the weird reactions the town generally had for the Rogue. ”If you don’t mind, Sir, you might want to give me a briefing about… Your most lovely town.” The mayor sighed.
“We are a superstitious town, as you’ve witnessed. We don’t welcome strangers, and travelers don’t like our hospitality that shows how much we dislike having those who aren’t residents of the town step their feet into our Holy Land.” He explained as he let the Rogue walked with him side by side, for easier communication. “As a result, our economy isn’t doing so well, and just very recently we have finally convinced our people to welcome strangers because we need the income so bad… But a few days ago, an eerie event occurred.”
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[/i]the boy thought. But here came his most anticipated part, that could very well had some connections with the mysteries of Mana he had been studying. “All of a sudden, the residents find that they’re missing their well-kept possessions, only to find that they would be returned after a few hours. We are afraid, Mercenary,” the mayor spoke in grief, “Afraid that this may be our punishment for letting the strangers come into our humble residence, all for the sake of our greedy financial needs…! And most of us thought this happened because of the strangers who came. Of course, there were still some travelers who had stayed here for a while, and they had paid their fees in advance, so there’s no way we could kick them out of this town!!!!” His tone went up and down in paranoia. “Whatever happens if these violent bastards get angry and decide to destroy our properties?! We barely have enough to survive on bread, how can we pay to repair such damage? That is why, Mercenary, I have called upon you to investigate this matter.” The Mayor turned to the young Rogue, looking at him straight in the eyes. “Let us know whether this is really just our paranoia… Or our punishment. So that we can choose the best course of action we can take as a community.” ”Alright, sounds about right, Mayor. But first,”the young Rogue spun around, suddenly pointing his lengthy weapon that had been resting on his shoulder and arm at their little follower. “State your name, age, favorite food, type of girls, and the reason why you’re following us, young man.” WORDS! NOVEL TAGS! Cap = Rolf.
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Post by ROLF SANCT on Mar 14, 2013 23:24:21 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px 25px 0px 25px; background: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/2jb63vm.jpg), bTable]  Flopped over on the table, Rolf felt the polished wood press up against his cheek. If it wasn’t so hard he’d consider just taking a nap right there in the common room of the inn. It wasn’t as if he’d miss anything; this backwater town was incredibly boring. Well, he had to admit that Mollea was more strange than boring.
When he had first arrived several days ago, it hadn’t been so bad. The townspeople were rather shy and didn’t tend to talk much around the strangers, but at least they weren’t hostile. Rolf hadn’t really minded though; it seemed as if the town rarely welcomed strangers at all were not used to having outsiders wandering around. He’d been careful not to be overly rude or reveal he was a pirate either. Rolf had also made sure that whenever items ended up in his pockets to put them back relatively close to where he had found them and since nobody had started shouting about thieves he figured he’d been doing a rather good job of returning their possessions before they noticed that they were gone.
Still, over the last few days it seemed as if the townspeople had become increasingly unfriendly. Funny little ornaments had popped up all over the place and whenever he ventured out people would start spraying him with water or slapping him with talismans. People seemed to run away screaming at the sight of him, which he thought was rather unfair. He wasn’t that bad looking.
Regardless, it made leaving the inn and wandering around outside in the village rather difficult. However, staying at the inn was just boring. After all, it wasn’t really an inn, but one of the largest houses in the town which had a number of guest bedrooms. The owners of the house weren’t much better that the rest of the townspeople either. They tended to stare at Rolf when they thought he wasn’t paying attention and that morning he had woken up to find the outside of his door covered in talismans and last night he could have sworn that someone had been chanting outside for several hours.
Rolf sat up, his cheek red and indented with lines from lying on the table for so long. He just didn’t get these townspeople, but there had to be some reason for their behavior. After all, normal people wouldn’t act so skittish and even oddballs must have some kind of reason. Making a snap decision, Rolf shoved his chair back and stood. Sitting around wasn’t going to accomplish anything and it was simply boring. Just waiting to leave was a tedious idea, so he figured that using all the free time he had to figure out what was going on was the best course of action.
Waving cheerily to the owner of the makeshift inn, Rolf headed out the door and glanced around, wondering where to start. Since he didn’t have anything to go on yet, he simply picked a direction and started off down the road. He barely made it twenty feet before a young boy ran up behind him and slapped a piece of paper on his back before racing off. Rolf twisted his neck, trying to see what it said, but he couldn’t quite turn far enough. It was probably one of those little talisman things that kept popping up everywhere, so he left it alone. Maybe if the other townspeople saw that he was already wearing one they would leave him alone. Of course, it could also say something like ‘Kick Me’, but he would discover that soon enough if that was the case.
Turning the corner, Rolf was greeted by a splash of water in his face. Blinking, he barely had time to see a young woman sprinting away from him. Rolf wiped his face the best he could with his sleeve, a bit frustrated. If these people would only stick around for a few moments then he might be able to ask them some questions.
As he dried his eyepatch from the water dripping down it, a shriek echoed down the road. Rolf took off immediately towards the sound and almost ran straight into several women as they fled from something. Although he half wanted to ask them what was wrong, upon seeing him one of them let out another cry and they darted down a side street.
Rolf glanced around the next corner and saw a young man, probably about the same age as him, standing looking at one of the talismans that the townspeople liked to stick everywhere. From his appearance and the fact that he seemed a bit confused, Rolf figured he wasn’t one of the townspeople. That was interesting; this place wasn’t exactly a prime tourist destination. As the young man continued through the town, Rolf found himself following not too far behind. If this guy wasn’t from the village then he might be easier to talk to. Although the fellow turned around as if he sensed that he was being followed, he didn’t catch sight of the young pirate since he tended to be surprisingly skilled at tailing others.
He headed down the main market street, munching on a loaf of freshly baked bread. It took him a moment before he realized that he hadn’t brought it with him from the inn and a few seconds more before he figured out that he had just taken it from a small baker’s stand. Since he had already bitten into it, there was no point in returning the loaf. Hopefully the baker hadn’t noticed that it was gone. Rolf figured that he’d been lucky and the man hadn’t notice since no accusations of thievery followed in his wake. However, had he glanced behind him he would have seen the man frantically sticking talismans to his stand and spraying holy water on the cobblestones.
A few moments later, someone called out to the young main he was following. Rolf squinted, trying to place the older man. It took a few seconds before he realized that the geezer was the mayor of the town that he had spoken to upon his arrival several days ago. Quickening his pace, Rolf made sure to get close enough so he could eavesdrop on their conversation.
So this newcomer was a mercenary. Rolf had to wonder why the town needed to hire such an individual; though this place tended to make very little sense anyways. However, he continued to listen closely as the mayor detailed the town’s general dislike of strangers and current financial crisis. Rolf leaned forwards eagerly as he mentioned that an eerie even had occurred, but before he could hear what the mayor had to say, a townsperson cut in front of him and he was forced to stumble back several paces. By the time he managed to hear the mayor again the man was going on about the destruction of property and paranoia. Apparently though, this mercenary had been hired to investigate some sort of supernatural phenomenon. That certainly sounded interesting.
Taking another bite out of his bread, Rolf had the feeling that he had just missed the most important part of the conversation, but he decided not to let it get to him. Even if he had wanted to listen further, it appeared as though he had been spotted. The mercenary turned and pointed his weapon at Rolf before shooting off a number of questions.
Rolf finished chewing and swallowed, not exactly fazed by the poleaxe that he was being threatened with. Once his mouth was empty without missing a beat he rattled off, “Rolf Sanct. Ninteen. Steak cooked medium rare, though this bread isn’t half bad. Haru. Boredom and curiosity mainly. What about you?”
Once the questions were answered Rolf chomped down once more on his snack, shoving the rest of it into his mouth to finish it off quickly. Once it was gone he brushed the crumbs off his jacket before speaking again. “So, what’s this investigation? Something to do with the supernatural? Sounds interesting. I’m in.” He wasn’t going to wait for an invitation; this was exactly what he was looking for. Even if they didn’t find anything, it would be a good way to spend the day.
words;;Yet another novel.
tags;; Hector
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Post by Hector Luthais on Mar 15, 2013 22:32:26 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | | [atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;] TOTAL FREEDOM A PRIVILEGE FOR THE BLESSED Aha, another outsider openly came up to him and asked to be part of the investigation team. And this red-headed young man was only a year older than he was, but then again who would care about a 1 year gap. Certainly not him. Although, how dare he throw his questions back at him?! Well, at least he bothered to answer them first, so it was all fine for the mercenary boy. Plus, it’d be rude not to introduce oneself when someone else had voluntarily done his part. “The name’s Hector Luthais, eighteen years old and better than you.” Of course, with all his confidence, he loudly stated his answers to Rolf. “Lemon Gel, and I don’t discriminate girls like you do. I love all of them; including your oriental beauty Haru. Also, I’ve heard of your clan before. Hmmm... A Sanct, huh,” he observed Rolf for his Halfling characteristics, and yep, they weren’t too hard to discover. Hector then spent a few more minutes just staring quietly at Rolf Sanct. He wasn’t fazed even while having a weapon pointed at him. The young mercenary Luthais could tell that the nineteen year old had been accustomed to a life in the wilderness as well, and it wasn’t just on a whim that Hector knew this guy could definitely be useful to him, especially in an unfriendly environment like Mollea. He had no doubts that Rolf Sanct was more than simply a capable Halfling, and he didn’t see the need to engage in long debates establishing his strengths and all that. ”Well, Rolf. I’m more than glad to have you join in, so long as the reward money’s all mine.” He lowered his Cynthia, the poleaxe, and looked at the Mayor who had been watching the event quite calmly and signaled with a nod that it was okay to have somebody else in Hector’s team. ”Alright, it’s settled, then,” he walked and offered Rolf a handshake. “Guess we’ll be stuck working on this job together, partner. Anything you’re not sure about, just ask me and I’ll be happy to brief you on the little details.” Afterwards, Hector suggested that they head to the Mayor’s house before going around town to hear more about the locations where the strange phenomenon usually would occur, and the Mayor then pointed out that the marketplace would be the most ideal place to patrol. After all, the exchange of goods was the most concentrated there. On their way to the marketplace, Hector initiated a conversation with Rolf regarding this Haru girl he had never met before. ”So, Rolf. Haru… Is pretty, isn’t she?” WORDS! 437 TAGS! Cap = Rolf.
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Post by ROLF SANCT on Mar 21, 2013 19:44:32 GMT -5
| [atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=border,0,true][atrb=style, width: 420px; padding: 0px 25px 0px 25px; background: url(http://i39.tinypic.com/2jb63vm.jpg), bTable] “Better than me, eh?” Rolf replied with an easy grin. “If I didn’t pick one girl then there wouldn’t be any for the rest of you blokes. You’re lucky I’m so generous. Besides, you’ve heard of me. Same can’t be said about you though. It’s hard being so famous,” he added, ignoring the fact that the other boy had only heard of his clan and not him specifically. Finished with his casual banter, Rolf said, “Anyways, nice ta meetcha.”
His grin widened as Hector continued to stare at him, clearly sizing him up. Rolf didn’t mind; it gave him a chance to look over Hector as well. After a few moments he decided that the guy wouldn’t look too out of place aboard a pirate ship so he certainly didn’t seem like a bad person to team up with. When Hector accepted his offer of assistance, Rolf shook his hand and said, “Sounds good to me. ‘Sides, I don’t need the money; entertainment is payment enough. Not to mention that even if he did want money stealing it from some rich unsuspecting noble was more his style.
Rolf nodded at Hector’s suggestion that they start at the mayor’s house. It seemed like as good a place to start as any. However, the mayor’s suggestion that they head to the marketplace instead took him by surprise. It didn’t really make sense for a supernatural being to frequent a market; was this a ghost that liked shopping or something? Perhaps the most incidents had taken place there, though Rolf still wasn’t sure what kind of being they were looking for. Still, the market was one of the livelier parts of the town and he had stopped by at least once a day since his arrival whether he planned on buying anything or not. Well, typically he had to go at least twice a day. The first trip was generally to look around or shop and the second to return the objects that had ended up in his pockets.
Falling into stride next to Hector, Rolf headed towards the marketplace. “Haru, pretty?” he said in response to his companion’s question. “Of course! Haven’t seen any other girl that even comes close. Too bad she wasn’t home last time I stopped by. Apparently she went on some sort of journey or something. I’ll find her though. What about you? Anyone in particular or are you going to die alone?” Rolf ignored the fact that technically he and Haru only had met once for a short time and she had seemed completely oblivious to his overt advances. Those were only minor details anyways.
A short while later they arrived at the market. Rolf glanced around, taking in the various stands and unfriendly glares of the vendors. He was able to pick out a few stands in particular since he had stopped by them previously. Strangely, those seemed to be the ones that were almost covered in talismans. “Right,” he announced, “So where do you wanna start? What’s this supernatural thingy been up to anyways?”
Rolf doubted that there was actually anything supernatural running around wreaking havoc. Perhaps it was a strange monster or something that the townspeople had confused with a ghost. That might lead to a fight which would be the perfect way to end his boredom since there was nothing like a bit of a tussle to break up monotony.
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tags;; Hector
notes;; Sorry for the wait. |
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Post by Hector Luthais on Apr 2, 2013 22:52:26 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | | [atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;] TOTAL FREEDOM A PRIVILEGE FOR THE BLESSED This Rolf guy displayed quite an entertaining performance. With a smart mouth and confidence that rivals the most arrogant of creatures; Hector supposed it wasn’t that bad of a character trait to possess. In fact, he appreciated confidence anytime, anywhere. He had always preferred to get acquainted with people whose trust in their own existence skyrockets the towering castles of Galatea and Xihe, and this redhead seemed to fit the bill just fine. To top it all with, the guy didn’t need his money, which was always a plus point for Hector who constantly needs the cash. He didn’t know why Rolf didn’t demand rewards in tangible forms; but he wasn’t bothered to find out so he let it go for the moment. He could perhaps be a philanthropist, but that was outside of Hector’s concerns. The young mercenary then took a few moments before replying to Rolf’s train of questions. ”Anyone in particular, no. As for dying alone… Ridiculous. I will die with tons of women by my side, weeping and saddened by my graceful departure, wishing they had gone into studying some forbidden magic to acquire the knowledge to revive yours truly,” Hector flicked his fringe in an exaggerated manner. ”And of course, Haru will be there for me too,”uttered Hector, in a playful tone clearly meant to be taken as a joke. Upon hearing that the lady Rolf was infatuated with went on a journey, Hector expressed his admiration for the courageous and determined Haru and let Rolf know that he had most likely chosen a great girl to devote himself to (minor details were not necessary; real men didn’t need minor details). ”Calling it supernatural is farfetched, in my opinion,” he sighed. ”In a nutshell. There’s this so-called ‘ghost’ who’s been taking stuff from the townspeople without their knowledge. The weird thing is, they get back the stolen goods after some time has passed, so they take it as a warning from the angry guardian spirits since these incidents only occur after they let in outsiders into Mollea. Personally, I think this is just a case of petty theft and maybe pranks. Maybe something bored is doing it to get rid of his boredom,” deduced Hector. He shrugged, waiting for any more questions Rolf might have. ”Theft or prank, I’ll still get the money as long as I catch the culprit. If it’s a monster, I’m selling it; and if it’s a human, I’ll make him apologize to the mayor and the whole town. And for wasting my time, I’ll probably make him my servant for a few weeks! Ahahahah!!!” His laughing fits continued for a few minutes. ”Hey, Rolf… You okay? You’ve been quiet. Don’t tell me you’re scared! Ahahah! It’ll be okay, we can do this,” he hit Rolf’s back hard to get a response from the redhead. WORDS! 471 TAGS! Cap = Rolf.
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Post by ROLF SANCT on May 11, 2013 19:09:00 GMT -5
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However, he couldn’t keep his grin from widening impishly as he heard that the townspeople were concerned over a thief that seemed to replace stolen goods shortly after they were nicked. He had wondered why nobody had really seemed to notice his actions, but that was because he hadn’t tied all of the superstitious behavior to his pilfering. Rolf had been called many things over the years; thief, bandit, crook, that damn kid, but he had never been called a ghost or been thought of as a supernatural being. He found he rather liked it.
Hector’s slap on the back brought him back to reality before he could start snickering. Of course, being the culprit would probably create some problems when it came to solving this mystery. He could always try to push the blame onto someone else, but that would be no fun. Besides, then that person would get all the credit for being a supernatural thief. Rolf didn’t necessarily want to be run out of town, but he didn’t want anyone else to become the esteemed ghost bandit when he had done all the work. Somehow to his mind this was a good thing, although the actions that had brought about such a title had been completely accidental.
“Well, sounds like we better hop to then,” he said. “And of course we can do this; after all I’m helping you, aren’t I?” Although his ‘help’ probably wouldn’t be desired had Hector know his identity. “Unfortunately, even if the culprit is a human, you wouldn’t be able to have him arrested. If the guy is putting the stuff back, then it’s borrowing without permission. Taking stuff isn’t actually theft unless you aren’t going to give it back.” This was a strange bit of legal trivia for Rolf to know, but it had gotten him out of trouble several times over the years. However, not all places paid attention to that part and he doubted that this small superstitious village was home to many lawyers. “Making the guy your slave for a while might be the only thing you can do.”
Although Hector couldn’t know it, this was Rolf’s way of making a bet. If the guy managed to figure out it was him, then he’d willingly help him out for a while. He hadn’t quite figured out what he would receive if he managed to keep his crimes secret since he couldn’t exactly state the bet outright without giving himself away. Well, he could figure out something later. Now it was time to spice things up a little; it would be way too boring if the ‘ghost’ suddenly decided to stop taking stuff as soon as the investigation started.
“So, you want to split up and go question the townspeople then, or do you wanna stick together?” Rolf really didn’t care either way, especially since his words were more of a distraction as he reached back and snagged a small amulet off a nearby stand, slipping it into his sleeve in a smooth motion. Now that he was actually putting some thought into his stealing, Rolf’s movements were one of a practiced thief’s. It would be next to impossible for anyone to notice that he had taken the trinket, though he figured that the owner would notice its disappearance shortly. He was counting on that to make things interesting.
“Come now, the game is afoot!” he declared aloud, knowing that Hector would take it to mean that their investigation was on. Rolf found that he didn’t necessarily care if he won or lost this little match; already he was enjoying himself more than he had in weeks.
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Post by Hector Luthais on Jun 10, 2013 21:48:04 GMT -5
| [atrb=border,0,true][atrb=width,415,bTable] | | [atrb=style, background-color: #D0C6A4; border-top: 5px solid #75531E; border-bottom: 5px solid #75531E;] TOTAL FREEDOM A PRIVILEGE FOR THE BLESSED Hector flinched at Rolf's question, because the halfling did aptly point out the current situation. "Don't be cheeky, Rolfie. You know how the residents of this town aren't too friendly toward strangers, don't you?" The brown-haired man scratched his nose. "Wait till I solve this case and they'll be fawning all over me in no time, you won't get any because I'm just that awesome." The moment he finished reiterating their mission statement to Rolf who had expressed his interest in helping to put an end to these mysterious thefts around town, he noticed how the half-tanuki man seemed really amused with a big grin decorating his face. "Come on, there's no need to be so happy. We've got lots to work on, as you've said," Hector nonchalantly brushed the fact that Rolf found the whole situation to be funny aside. Maybe the guy had a fun time in the past that he could relate to the event they were faced with now, and was simply reminiscing. No one could prevent a man from having fun in his own thoughts. Whatever it was, Hector definitely didn't think it would be worth his time to know the reason why Rolf was so entertained by his briefing. And he was never the prying type. But he did feel Rolf was a strange man. What would it matter to him if this culprit was borrowing things without permission or was actually stealing? For Hector, what mattered was that the crime - whichever it was - had happened; more than just once or twice. And his job was just to capture the criminal and bring him to justice. This was weird; but maybe Rolf was just an idealistic and righteous man deep down inside. Which got even weirder, because he didn't seem like a high-class authority figure who would think about the clear division in acts of taking stuff without permission in detail. "What, so you're basically saying it's not theft because you think the culprit's a good natured kleptomaniac?" Hector said whatever went through his mind in all honesty as a polite reply to Rolf, simply respecting the halfling's opinions by not ignoring his statements. "Although having a slave to order around would be awesome, nonetheless. You know what, if we catch him, I guess I'll be nice and let you borrow him if you need help carrying heavy stuff over certain distances or something. No worries." At Rolf's suggestion, Hector thought about it for a while. He didn't want to split up yet because he couldn't trust him fully - after all, even though the halfling was a nice guy and all that, Hector's business reputation depended on this case. He wasn't about to have the new guy in the duo tarnish his well-built recognition if he were to let Rolf wander around on his own, unintentionally messing the investigation up - but at the same time, he believed Rolf was quite experienced with handling such cases. It could be due to his guts, but his guts had rarely led him astray. After a careful weighing of consequences, Hector finally decided to split up anyway. He was more of a lone wolf in the first place. He bid Rolf a short good bye and arranged for them to meet up in front of the greengrocer near the town's fountain and began his own investigation. It was also when he was alone that he could perhaps think about and analyze the incidents that had happened during the course of the day, and usually he would find something useful that he could use for his jobs. But he was still drawing blanks by then. WORDS! TAGS! Cap=Rolfie. NOTES!Uhhh… Shakespeare? Sherlock Holmes? Doctor Who?  - wild finne guesses SO SORRY FOR THE WAIT OMG orz | |
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