An Experiment

[Vinny]

The creaking, decrepit door opened suddenly as an eccentric party of three armed strangers marched into the bar. The tall, burly leader had long, spiked vivid red hair that matched his long-sleeved shirt. His body was envelopped in a cloak of an impenetrable black which swept his black boots' footsteps, his dark blue jeans ruffling loudly as he pushed open the wooden door and walked into the bar. But the most fascinating aspect about him was that his eyes did not hold pupils, rather burning flames, fueled by a lust for battle. A large broadsword hung sheathed in his left hip, colliding with his leg at every other step. Behind him a man and a woman were arguing loudly amongst themselves, the woman's eyebrows frowning, coercing the rest of her face into an angry expression. Her deep blue eyes glared forcibly into the vivid green of the man's irises. Nimble, delicate fingers passed through her long, straight brown hair as her jaw opened and closed repeatedly in angry protest as she argued with the man, her fingers going down past her neck and ceasing in split-ends at her shoulders. She was obviously young, as proven by the curves of her beautiful body. Her short brown pants ended a few inches above her knee, revealing strong legs, and a sleeveless white shirt covered her upper body. The receiver of her anger was a tall, broad-shouldered man who surpassed her in height but not in attitude. His short, conspicuously vivid green hair was spiked up, his torso was covered by a short-sleeved blue shirt, and attached to his brown belt were many weapons, including a short sword, a broadsword, three daggers, a stout pair of nunchucks, and what looked like sacks containing magical powders, among many other outlandish artifacts.

"Give me a break, Rade! Don't try to blame this on me, you're the one who dragged us into this!"
"You can't be serious, Ebin! If it wasn't for how you handled Iris we wouldn't have had to go all the way to Kilia and get forced into this bogus quest. Don't put this on me."
"If you had any sense, and I mean any sense at all, you would know that Iris would've killed both you and herself if I hadn't intervened."
"Oh please! She was just about to let go. You could see her will wavering."
"Well, I sure as hell couldn't! All I know is that you and that moronic friend of yours --
"Oh, shut it, the both of you!" Interrupted the red-haired man. "All we have to do is get what we have to get, and then we can all get the hell out of here. It's not the friggin end of the world if your "busy plans" are interrupted for a few days."
"Hey, was I talking to you?" said the woman.
"Shut up and keep moving, Ebin."
"Don't you tell me what to do!"
"I'll do what I want to. Don't forget that I saved you back in Kilia. Urren trusted me to lead you through here, so just shut up, deal with it, and let it go."
"Oh yeah, just because that idiotic old man favors you doesn't mean all of a sudden you have supreme authority, Vincent."

The leader stopped dead in his tracks, and the flames in his eyes burnt feverishly. Suddenly, the woman screamed as a small fire began eating away at her pants' left leg, and she grabbed a rug that covered the wooden floorboards of the bar to try to put it out, beating her leg with it and falling to the ground, unsuccessfully attempting to extinguish the fire. But just as suddenly as it had begun, the flames in the leader's eyes returned to their usual calm state, and the fire subsided.

"Moving on..." said the leader with a distinguishably exasperated tone of voice.

The man she had been arguing with chuckled slightly as the woman got up, ignoring the gawking eyes of the pub's occupants. She cast a dark look at the man, and viciously mouthed, "Not one word, Rade. You hear me? Not one." She turned her face away from him before he could make a snide comment and picked up her pace.

When the group arrived at Sai's table at the furthest corner of the bar, the leader sat down opposite the hawkman while the two others remained standing and watched.

"Well, Sai. You got something for us?"

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"If it weren't for electricity we'd all be watching television by candlelight."- George Gobol.
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Pointless fact of the week:
Only 1/3 of the people that can twitch their ears can twitch only one at a time.

[ November 30, 2003, 12:38 PM: Message edited by: Vinny the Ninny ]