Post by Vergil Dreadstorm on Mar 5, 2013 20:32:34 GMT -5
It was just a standard day in Noxus the streets were bustling and busy as usual but today something else stood out. Two Noxian nobles stood in what seemed to be an eternal battle of words and insults. One was a tall slim mercenary while the other was a short and chubby businessman, the mercenary clearly upset about the other setting him and his team up for death. "No you will pay the medical expenses that are required." The mercenary shouted at the chubby man who promptly replied with a protest. "You failed your job you don't deserve anything." The situation was no on the verge of a fist fight or even a sword fight if it escalated that far.
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 5, 2013 20:56:37 GMT -5
March 1st, 23 CLE
Rose had been walking around in the crowd surrounding the fight, fairly casually- the distraction that the shouting provided allowed her to pick pockets fairly easily, since most of the throng was focused on the shouting that was happening. One of the voices seemed familiar, though not in a particularly significant way, so she ignored it, continuing to weave through the crowd until she could get a better look.
Hm- wasn't that the rich guy I saw when Sona was here?
She shrugs- fights aren't typically fun to be in, but they can be fun to watch, especially when one of them is clearly outmatched. As much as she had been suspicious of the man, she was pretty sure he'd win in a fair fight between the two, and based on the conversation, he'd be in the right if one started.
Out of curiosity, she decides to stick around, and see what happens between the two.
Last Edit: Mar 5, 2013 20:57:04 GMT -5 by Rose Sonder
Post by Vergil Dreadstorm on Mar 5, 2013 21:37:07 GMT -5
"Next time Mister Vergil you will do you job right." This constant poke was enough to send Vergil over the edge and that was enough to get him to throw the first punch. The swing however seemed to be intercepted by some sort of hidden guard who promptly returned the favor by punching Vergil in the gut several times before give him a sock to the face sending him backwards into the crowd knocking over any of those unfortunate with being in his path. "I will give you one last chance to do your job but if you come back with the wrong results I wont hesitate to have to killed." The man used used Vergil's coat to put out a cigar that he had been smoking leaving a black burn mark.
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 5, 2013 22:20:55 GMT -5
"Ow-!" Rose is the one person who didn't move aside quickly enough, having been occupied with a particularly difficult wallet chain. She'd gotten it undone just in time to watch the back of Vergil's coat heading straight for her, and ends up seated on the ground behind him, in a rather undignified manner.
Indignant at being knocked over, she's about to stand up and start throwing some punches of her own as she sees the noble putting out a cigar on the man's jacket. Wow; hope he gets that job done. It'd be a shame to die at the hands of a stuck-up member of the 'nobility'. Or their goons, for that matter...
She starts to get up, wondering if it might not be best to leave before he notices her. What was his name, anyway? Virginia, or something similar-?
Post by Vergil Dreadstorm on Mar 5, 2013 23:32:35 GMT -5
Vergil groaned as he lay on the ground waiting for the fat man to walk off which he did but only after spitting in the mercenaries face. Vergil spent a good few seconds laying there before starting to get up when he noticed Rose. "What do you want." He spoke harshly but what else would one expect to see from someone who just got beaten and humiliated in public. Vergil's nose was bleeding a great deal and his gut felt like it had been forcefully removed. He wobbled a little startling the crowd to make sure he didn't just fall back over.
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 5, 2013 23:54:09 GMT -5
Rose shakes her head as he looks at her. She hadn't wanted to be confronted by him- hadn't wanted to speak to him at all, in fact. "...nothing."
Against her better judgement, though, she slips her hand into her coat pocket, taking out a paper handkerchief and tossing it to him, underhanded. "You'd better take that for your nose. It looks pretty bad." If it weren't for the fact that the merchant had put out his cigar on the man's jacket, and spit on his face, then she probably wouldn't have done it.
...He looks like he's about to fall over. That must have been one hell of a punch that merchant's guard delivered.
Post by Vergil Dreadstorm on Mar 6, 2013 0:02:14 GMT -5
Vergil took the handkerchief and unfolded it a little as he wobbled again but this time it was met with him flat out falling over onto the hard street. The punch had given him a concussion and was working wonders on his stability and consciousnesses that he hardly even thought about the act from someone he didn't have a good standing with already. He came back to moments later only to fall back down again this time he would fall flat on the ground he would just fall on his behind.
...I suppose I should help him. He's just going to make more injuries out of himself, falling over like this in the middle of the market. Somebody's likely to pickpocket-
It's at that point an idea occurs to her. Maybe it would be cruel to steal from someone who was staggering around half-conscious, but... he was rich; he probably wouldn't miss the money. The nobleman needed to pay him for medical expenses, anyway, so he'd get it back soon enough.
"Come on, you," she says, irritation showing through in her voice as she helps him to his feet. "We've got to get you to a doctor or something."
As she loops her arm around his waist, pulling his over her shoulder to support him, she subtly feels around in his jacket for a wallet.
Post by Vergil Dreadstorm on Mar 6, 2013 1:02:06 GMT -5
Vergil being a mercenary didn't usually carry a wallet with him, instead he had a few lose coins that jangled in his pocket. He looked at her as she helped him along, something seemed familiar about this one like he had seen her before. Nothing was coming to him until something clicked in his mind about the day Sona had came to Noxus. "Rose stop put me... put me down." The memory was as clear as day even the name was as fresh as the moment.
She raises an eyebrow, her name from his mouth recalling his to her mind. "Vergil, wasn't it?" A shrug moves her shoulders, and she lets go- the coins had moved in his pocket, but the sound didn't indicate enough for her to bother hanging onto him any longer.
"You're in bad shape; I suggest you find a medic. You don't have to go with me, but I know where one is around here."
Post by Vergil Dreadstorm on Mar 6, 2013 10:20:53 GMT -5
"no no... I just need to sit a moment." He sat down where he could find place to sit and placed his hands over his face and groaned a little. "I guess I should thank you." He took a look up with narrowed eyes like he was trying to see her better but his vision was started to blur and he had trouble seeing rose. He found a flask in his pocket which he had filled with something that he took a quick swig off while he did one of the coins fell out to reveal that it wasn't a Valor but a Gold coin marking its value up by ten.
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 6, 2013 16:30:17 GMT -5
She bends down to take it, slipping it up her sleeve in a motion that would be very hard for a man with blurred vision to see. Even if he had- perhaps she'd dropped it herself; she did keep a coin purse at her side (though it was a decoy). Seeing the flask, she raises an eyebrow in curiosity- alcohol wouldn't help his condition, but she says nothing about it.
"It's not a problem. That merchant was being a-" At this point, something vile and unprintable is covered by the sound of a carriage swiftly trundling past, the wheels clattering loudly on the cobblestones.
Post by Vergil Dreadstorm on Mar 6, 2013 16:54:53 GMT -5
Vergil took a moments before standing up again he took a wobbled forward using Rose's shoulder for leverage to keep himself standing. He had left his flask open and spilled a bit, it turned out that it wasn't alcohol in fact it smelled more of sweet citrus scent. "right so where is this medic of yours." He spoke a little be painful yet peaceful tone, and here about 2 weeks ago Rose was being a bump in the road now she was helping him.
Post by Rose Sonder on Mar 6, 2013 17:40:21 GMT -5
As he leans on her again, a quiet sigh escapes her- after insisting he didn't need help, now he wanted to go to the medic? ...Well, whatever.
"Your flask is open," she notes, a little curtly. The smell is pleasant, but unfamiliar; based on the way he was acting now, it was probably a pain medicine of some sort. "She's just up this road."
Another sigh, and she shifts her shoulder- it allows him to lean on her, but without too much bodily contact as they go along.
Hmph. Didn't imagine I'd end up helping, but I suppose I should at this point.
Post by Vergil Dreadstorm on Mar 6, 2013 18:25:56 GMT -5
Vergil trailed behind Rose careful not to lean to much on her shoulder, someone like her was bound to be fragile and so should probably be treated like such until deemed dangerous. He has the occasional laps of dizziness which he corrects with his little citrus serum keeping him from passing out.
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