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+Welcome Welcome!!+ Relic was stationed in a bar.
Word had circulated through the streets that a gang was to make rendevous at this point. The rumor had been picked up by base, and transfered to the government.
Relic, of course, had his own sources, and had received the new ahead of time. Now it was a game of cat and mouse. His role of cat, or mouse, soon to be found out, and his costume soon put on.
Wonder when they'll get there He thought to himself as he swirled the glass of vodka in his left hand.
The bar tender passed him once, and asked him if he'd like anything else.
The sounds of the bar all dripped back into his head. He had been concentrating on listening outside the walls of said place, concentrating on what would go on, what to do if this happened, where to go if that happened, who to protect it they did that, what to do if someone finally brought him down.
"No thanks"
He replied, hardly audible until he cleared his throat and repeated his sentence.
"No, I'm quite good, Frank." He drifted back down to thought.
His eyes subconsciously looked to the clock, and his mind took note of the time.
An hour maybe.
Then there'd be some action.
His gloved hand smoothed over his blaster, located at his right hip.
He touched the barrel of the blaster and tapped it. This gun would shoot mechanically and computer altered bullets, much smaller to load, the blaster able to hold 50 rounds, but the device much more effective then a normal gun. Its bullets were incredibly small, but grew in size when fired.
Specially designed bullets could be obtained if you knew where to look.
Anything from ones that could disinigrate the target, to ones that could make the target implode. Last said were his favorite.
though, mind you, that reflected little off his personality.
His arm and hand was replaced on the counter, body turned toward the door, eyes focussed on the entire establishment. 45 minutes...
He looked at his watch and confirmed the time.

With another swig of his drink, he turned back toward the bar, arms now folded on top of it, Spin on his left shoulder.
Spin was a small mechanical device Relic had created a long time ago.
He was gifted with technology, and tended to make many many mechanical creations. His house was littered with them.
Spin, however, had been made with a purpose. He functioned in First Aid, Search and Rescue, Database Search, and audio/viodeo compatible to receive messages from secure, or unsecure lines.
His talents extended a great deal more, but that will likely be touched upon later.

Relic, on the other hand, was quite a well known Bounty Hunter. His skills in technology, general intelligence, street smarts, and deadly aim and handle with weapons, made him very well rounded, and quite suited for the job. His past job, not as exciting, gave him more public attention.
As a younger man, he had worked on a movie set with makeup, hair design, clothes design, and even helped with set design. At one point, he was even pulled into two movies as an understudy.
his face was out there, and however dangerous, he preferred it that way.
Not having to introduce yourself to your target, was a rather good thing.
He stood a lofty height of 6'3, long black leater jacket towering down his body, stopping its descent just above his feet.
All along the inside on his jacket were weapons of all deadly forms. He was loaded, to say the least.
As for clothes, he wore a tight, sleeveless, knit, sweater of ebony coloring, same as his jacet.
It hung slightly over overly baggy pants of black, which contained many pockets, and tucked into arm regulation style black boots.
While he didn't bother to shine them often, they still darkly sparkled in the dull light and musk of the bar. Tucked inside both was a dagger.
Ever prepared, in his left ear resided a small hoop of gold that served as a tracker for his location, only traceable by base computers.
On a former mission, he ever went so far as to have one back tooth removed and a fake one placed in that served as a radio, in case he was ever captured, and was stripped of weapons and communications.
Now, as for appearance, as aforementioned, he was quite tall. His dark clothing style helped him blend into the dark locations he was always at, and it matched his dark hair rather well.
His hair and eyes were of a caramel coloring, his hair, constantly fell into his face, giving the appearance of hair and eyes blending, meshing, into one.
His feature were gentle, not so much as touched by his years of being a hunter, which was something to say as he was 29, and had been a hunter since 15.
Mind you, he wasn't as good and well known back then as he was then.
His skin was of a slightly tanned tone. It varied from tan, to lightly sun kissed, depending upon his free time. He loved being outside, playing sports, being with his family, but sometimes his job bid him do otherwise, like it did now.

30 more minutes..

The nicotine had a soothing effect on her, her wrath that had abruptly piqued once more dulling off into a chafing anger, mixed with betrayal and indignation. Her choice of addiction had once been considered interesting to those around her - why bother with cigarettes when there were new drugs springing up all the time? Drugs that could give you far more of a thrill than good old carcinogenic nicotine?
Simple. Nicotine was like an old friend, instant comfort whenever she needed it. She didn't need hallucinogens, she didn't need downers, she didn't need to lose herself completely. There was nothing in this world for her to escape, or so she would have liked to think. Exhaling evenly as she walked, her gaze slid to a clock outside of a small bank, the digital readout partially eaten by some malfunction with the display. The time, however, was easy enough to guess and she relaxed considerably. She had plenty of time to get to the little establishment they'd mentioned in passing a week or two before and all she could do was hope she'd have enough bullets and they didn't change plans.
That would be a disappointment, to say the least.
And what after this rabble she was planning to rouse? Who knew? More to the point, who cared? She didn't. If it meant prison and death, so be it. Poetic justice at the cost of her freedom or possibly life was good enough for her. If it meant running for all she was worth from the law, so be that too.
Someone might have called her choice petty. She called it revenge.
Perhaps at the t minus twenty five minute mark, she made it to the bar, dawdling outside to ensure this was the right place, running a hand through her dark hair in a nervous tic. The cigarette was dropped and ground out, then she unholstered the glock, slipping the safety off. If she blew a hole in her foot tonight, so be it, so long as she had the advantage of a quick draw. The weapon was replaced and she opened the door to the place, slipping inside and taking a seat at the far end of the bar. Waiting game.

Relic's eyes flashed as the girl walked in.
He tolted his sunglasses from the top of his head, to over his eyes.
They say only men can pull off that look.
Sunglasses in an already dark room.
Nevertheless, he pulled it off well.
Spin tapped a few legs agigtadedly on Relic's shoulder "Don't be so tense. There's still time." "Oh come off it, mate. We 'ave some time, but we need to be ready.
Only fools play by the rules"
"Says the Bounty Hunter, Governement applied worker." "No need to pull my rank"
Spin huffed an annoyed glance and hopped to the bar. Relic merely crossed his legs, leaned against the counter, and watched every last thing that went on. Eyes flashing toward the girl who had just walked in.
Only shame in being well known, no matter how hard you tried to change your looks, people still noticed you, and they had the upper hand when you didn't notice them.
20 minutes.. he thought silently to himself.
20 minutes and I'll be able to move.
Or so his mind set did go.

Had she been aware of being referred to in any way shape or form as a girl, she probably would have gone sullen and trigger happy a bit early. She despised it. Twenty eight and still being referred to as if she were a naive twelve year old. But, thankfully, she didn't have any sort of mind reading ability (hah!) and thus ordered her gin and tonic without too much glancing around the room.
The drink was brought and paid for and it was only when she first had a sip of the hard liquor that the comment, 'bounty hunter, government applied worker' made her nearly choke and cough hard. A fellow not so far away looked to her with wide eyes and then a smirk, commenting something about how women shouldn't bother with distilled booze. "Stick to fermented, hun," he offered her in an all too familiar way.
'Bounty hunter!' She was too busy mentally exclaiming, amongst a string of various vulgarities. 'BOUNTY HUNTER!!' That changed everything. This changed everything. Goddamnit! Should she leave?! Should she try and get a decent look at this guy? Should she wait around to watch everyone get ambushed or hell, beat this idiot to it?

Relic casually turned to her.
Wonder what that was about.. He thought to himself, noting the odd timing.
He looked down to Spin and exchanged a few words with him. He didn't look all to happy, but nevertheless scuttled down the bar all the way to the femme.
Stopping just short of her reach
"I've been ORDERED" he stressed that word harshly "To see if you're alright and offer you a song and interprotive dance to cheer up a modd worth choking over."
He said all rather quickly, and rather dully.
Relic, meanwhile, did his very best not to laugh.
All things considered, he was a nice man, just not when on job. His heart lay in entertaining, and he'd do anything to keep a person happy, from making a fool of himself, to going overkill with dart tricks, to the occasionaly show of magic, leaving an imprint upon the bars he entertainted in.
But tonight he had different plans, was clad in all black, and was quite serious.
Of which, he could have used a little interpritive dancing and song to cheer himself up a bit.
Spin sighed and reached back up to the bar to grab some fake grass-like green paper from the top of the bar. His legs could shoot out into wire, which allowed him to hook into any computer system.
He brought the piece of fake decorative paper like grass and hook it around him like a hula skirt (scuse me while I make this a bit lighter)
A small radio clicked on inside of him to offer up Hawai'ian music
And so, Hula Dances with a rather glum expresion. Relic listened to the music, but still kept his gaze about the bar.
until Spin came back, dragging skirt and all "It's not fair to give machines emotion."
He crawled up his arm to his shoulder
Relic made an odd noise to return his statement
"Oh come off it. You're laughing, and your eyes are showing. So deviously tucked under those sunglasses." Spin spat back.
Relic shrugged and placed him on his head "Do keep an eye out. We've but a small amout of time left"
10 minutes...

Uh... if there are so many typos that it makes you go crazy well.. sorry.. you know me and my typing.. and a whole bunch of this page was me typing.. hence why it took so long to make! So if you have major problems with it.. please tell me and neomail me about it. X.x;; I would love to hear from you so I can fix all my typos!
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Well That's it!! Hope you enjoyed this page and I hope it gave you a good idea of my guild!! If you havn't joined I hope you do!! If you are already a member be sure to help new people. Remember you were in their place once before!!
~Bibi

All that is gold does not glitter,

Not all thouse who wander are lost,

The old that is strong does not wither,

Deap roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,

A light from the darkness shall spring,

Renewed shall be blade that was broken:

The crownless again shall be king