Introduction
You see, I am the apprentice of one of the most appraised grave robbers in the south. Grave robbers..they are the most pampered and rich people in the world. If someone needs bones to purchase food they have to come to us, and of course..we don't give our bounty away for free. Sometimes we trade, sometimes we loan, with interest of course, and sometimes we make a deal. Beware though, our deals are never fair, and you'll probably end up dead before you hold up your end of the bargain.
How did I become the apprentice of such a high standing individual one might ask? Well, that's for me to know and you to find our. But be weary, we don't take nicely to other grave robbers wandering around our territory, and if it's a trade you seek, you'd better have something worth trading..or else you might end up with a bullet in that pretty little head of yours.
Characters:
Lead Graverobber In The South(My Master Preferably Male)- Apollo Devitt-StillDoll
Apprentice-Anastasia Umbridge-Wysteria
[There Can Be Several Of Them]Foreign Graver Robber- Finch-Lead Grave Robber In The North- Still Doll
Manechyka Lykavov-Morvenrocks123
Stormi Vonn-WaywardVictorianGirl
[Several Of Them As Well]Trader or Someone Who Wants A Loan-Erik Scratch-NewKidOnTheBlock
[Only One As They Will Be Important To The Plot]Deal Maker-Jailyn Tyme-QuarintinedThoughts
[Works With The Boss And I To Collect What Is Ours*Only Need One*]Loan Shark-Open
The Boss and My Body Guards-Nichole Savier-JayJay
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Keep It PG-16 With Romance
Cursing Is Allowed
Don't Disrespect Anyone
No God-modding
Only kill with permission unless it is an NPC
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But, then again, this was not modern times.
Erik had traveled all this way to trade with "The Boss", the "Head Honcho of the South". The greatest bone collector in the nether regions of the country. Hopefully, he/she/it--he never figured out the graverobber's true gender--would find his offerings intriguing. He patted his side, assuring his treasure was still there. It was. Excellent.
He gave a knock, but, as usual, no one answered. At least, not fast enough. It only took a minute before he got bored, knocking one again before making his way to the side of the building, pushing away some vines to reveal a hole in a wall that no normal man could squeeze through. However, Erik was a professional rat--no ordinary man. He squeezed through without a problem, slinking his way into the kitchen, which was gratefully empty. He spied some apples sitting in a basket on the center table. He snatched one up, munching on the fresh delicacy with a smug grin.
He once again got bored, his silence bringing no people running to check the happenings. Pulling a beer out from the icebox--which was nothing but an over-stylized food chest, being anything but icy--he snuck behind the door, sticking the bottle into an unknown depth of his jacket, never to be seen again.
The person entering was one of the few maids the Boss hired, apparently tending to some need of the Head Honcho or his/her/its apprentice. The maid did not see nor hear Erik as he slunk behind her, waiting for her to set down the glass in her hand before touching her lightly, making her jump. "Mr. Skratch...!"
Erik laughed. "Aw, c'mon, Sue. You still haven't learned me by now?" It was true that Erik's antics and love of pranks would tend to annoy the villagers, especially that of his frequencies at the manor. He was just glad that no one had started putting two and two together as to why their stuff would disappear... "Where might I find Ol' Grumpus?"
The maid knew that the endearing nickname meant the Boss. "You'll have to talk to the Apprentice first. She's in the fifth door to the left." Erik gave thanks and left, leaving the maid to wonder where her seventh silver spoon went...
Erik entered the room of which the Apprentice was in, giving an almost comical bow. "Madam Devitt," he stood upright as he patted his side yet again. "I have an item that may be of some interest to your master. I have come to trade."
"My master is... unavailable...right now, but I already know what he'll say.." she says with a small grin, "That we should kill you."
She smirks at him, her full champagne lips curling up in the cruel gesture.
She flicks the cherry of her cigarette to the ground and butts it out, pulling herself up out of the throne, walking toward him.
"Don't like that deter you from showing me your..object of interest though," she coos, dancing around him.
Her blond hair was pulled into her normal slightly messy bun and she wore a loose tunic shirt and leggings with soft leather boots, if it wasnt for the respect that most showed her you would think at first glance that she was a small time grave robber. "Anastasia do you know when...The master will be accepting visitors. I need to discuss some things with him about the fellows who he sent to me." She said carful not to give to much information away sense she didnt know how much Anastasia knew and knew that Mr.Skratch wouldnt be the best person to let the info on the deals get to.
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"Miss Tyme, if you could kindly wait a few moments, my liege will be right out. In the meantime, Mr.Skratch has a trinket that he wants to show us," she said with a mock smile.
Anastasia brushed some dust off of her tight fitting, leather bodice, dusting her matching pants off as well.
βMr. Deβ¦Sirβ he started out, his voice shaky βYour, sister, Miss. Devitt is on her way here. She found out you had guys watching over her.β He stated, causing Apollo to roll his eyes. βSheβs not happy and I thought youβd want to know, she should be here before the weeks out.β He spoke pausing waiting for the orders from his boss.
βAwwβ¦but is she ever not madβ he smirked a bit thinking to himself βWell we will show her some southern hospitality when she comes now wonβt we.β He said grabbing his coat, putting it on with one simple movement. The winters were harsh this time of year, even in the south. βMake sure everything is prepared for her arrival. Nothing is to be out of place or it will be your head.β He said in a serious tone as he with the guard.
He cut off down a separate hallway that lead to the outside, it was a shortcut that only he knew about, leaving the man to his orders. The estate was huge, he could remember getting lost as a kid, though now he knew the manor better than anyone, including its secret rooms and doors. He made his way to the place where he knew Anastasia would be, the place he had given her while she stayed with him the guest house (more like a normal size house big enough to have its own staff) and he needed to warn her about his sister. He hadnβt even told her he had a sister and to be honest not many people knew Apollo had a younger sister. The door to the room was unlocked and he could hear talking, which meant the window must be open. He frowned gently how many times had he told her to keep that closed. He took a deep breath and his eye grew dark and cold as he opened the door. He cleared his throat making himself known to the three.
βAm I interrupting.β His voice was strong and it had a hint of darkness to it that could send cold chills through anyoneβs body. βI donβt remember giving you permission to come on to these grounds any time you please.β He said staring straight at the black haired man. βMy patience is wearing thin with you Erik.β his cold eyes going from Erik to Jaylin, his eyes softening, only enough so she would know he wasnβt upset with her. βGood afternoon, nice of you to drop by and to answer your question, I wonβt be accepting visitors for some time I am a busy man you knowβ the cockiness was apparent in his tone. His hazel eyes then looked to his apprentice βAnastasia, when you are finished playing with your friends Iβd like a word with youβ he smirked his famous smirk that could make any girlβs heart melt.
It was then that a man entered, followed by a bodyguard. The Boss.
Erik wished to give a roll of his eyes and give a smartass comment in return to both the Master and Apprentice for their smartassery. But Erik was wiser than that. He knew that would only cost him his head. The fact alone that the Master had come down to where they were, rather than have them enter a darkened room that sealed away his being from true recognition, showed that his patience really was wearing thin. And the man looked much like a cat, eying him with a sense of death. Painful, slow, agonizing death. He would have to choose his words carefully.
"My sincerest apologies, sir." Not that he really was, but his tone of voice and body language spoke as if he were truly sorry. "I do let my impatience get the best of me. I shall do my best to hold control my patience next time." Fat chance, but he wasn't going to say that. Luckily, he could stop using his truthful-sounding lies, and speak with an excitement that was more than just sounding real.
"However, sir, I think that you'll be grateful that I came by this time around. I have an object so very rare that you won't be able to refuse to at least take a look at it. Besides, I haven't disappointed in our past trades, so what reason would I do so now?" This much was true. Erik undoubtedly brought in the rarest and most exotic of items to trade, never a disappointment with what he would bring. It was also true that the Boss would not buy these items occasionally, due to a high price for impracticality, but Erik knew that the Boss was always at least entertained and amused with his objects of trade, for he had yet to lose his head, always shushed out with a "no thank you" rather than a bullet to the brain. "And the best yet, sir, is that this gift is actually practical for use."
The bodyguard gave a snort. He knew Erik's type. "Oh?"
Erik reached into his bottomless jacket, pulling out the object with a quick motion, his arm going in a wide arc which passed all in the room. One his hand stopped, it was apparent that what he had was a gun. However, as he softly cradled the weapon, it became appearent that this was no ordinary gun. "'Oh', indeed. Had this gun been loaded, cocked, and fired, you would all be wounded or dead." He held it out to be seen a little bit better. "This is the Mini Uzi Submachine Gun. A fully-automatic weapon from before the End."
While guns were known in this era, only the elite owned them, and even then, they were sparingly used due to a shortage of bullets. During the End, in which all the world fell to Hell, Governments gathered up as much weapons as they could and destroyed them, attempting to gain martial control by controlling the greatest weaponry. However, mobs do not need guns. Only a cause. So to find such a powerful weapon--and in such nice condition--was near a Godsend in itself.
"However, I bring more than just a fancy gun." He opened the right side of his jacket to reveal six long, black rectangles. "Six extended magazines, intended to hold thirty rounds each. Three of them are carrying the full thirty rounds, two are holding about twenty each."
This was a Holy Grail of any man seeking defence or power. And it was a offer the Boss couldn't refuse: if he didn't buy the gun, there was no garentees that it wouldn't end up in the hands of a Northern Gravelord...
Her eye shone intensely as she glowered at the rat, and then flickered a glance of respect to Miss Tyme. She strutted over to the rat whispering just loud enough for only him to hear, "How exactly did scum like you get a hold of something so pretty?Because..you know, thieves aren't welcomed in this house. The boss doesn't like 'em," Her cold breath ghosted across his ear, the smell of tobacco and winter green filling his nostrils.
She waited patiently for an answer, walking back over to the grave lord. As always, she stayed close to him, like a shadow. Her green eyes flickering about, analyzing each and every move that the people around her made.
She smiled at Jaylin, is wasn't exactly a warm smile, but it wasn't an icy cold one either.
"If you haven't already gathered the..vermin wants to trade, and as if that isn't enough Miss Tyme needs to speak with you about her...deal. Then we can talk. Would you like me to stay or go while you handle this?" she asked Apollo, pursing her lips ever so slightly.
βI remember now why I have yet to off you.β He spoke in a serious tone. He glanced to His apprentice as she spoke to him. He gave her a small smirk βWhy donβt you sit in on this deal.β He offered as he glanced back to the man holding the rare items. βIt is apparent that I must make time for you, although I donβt have the timeβ he sighed βCome we must make this as quick as possible.β He said glancing to Jaylin βWe will speak after dinner of your business.β It was apparent in his tone he wasnβt asking her to stay for dinner he was ordering her.
He gestured with his whole arm for Anastasia to go out before him. Letting her take the lead as his two body guards fell in place behind Erik watching his every move. The walk to The Grave Lords Conference room, which like most rooms in the estate, was large and modernized for the most part. Items from his many years of trading.
βPlease. Take a seatβ he said sitting at the head of the table. The room was sound proofed, allowing no one on the outside to hear the business that Apollo went over with his traders. βHow much exactly do you want for both of those piecesβ he said getting strait to the point.
βAlexandra please, calm down.β He was probably the only one who called her by her full name. He always said it suited her better.
βYou know I hate it when you call me that.β She said glaring at him.
βThatβs your name. Isnβt it?β he shot back, not at all afraid to say something to her, as he stood up. βYou know going to see him is not going to make anything betterβ he sighed.
βIt will make things better for me.β She said pushing her bag at him βNot make yourself useful and take this out there and get everything ready. I want to leave within the hourβ she ordered him. He simply nodded as he left the room.
No one could tell you what really happened between Apollo and Alexandra. It was mostly her who built up the wall between her and her brother and she hated the fact that no matter what she said or did he still watched over her like she was a little girl. She could take care of herself, she wanted nothing to do with him. But, she felt a slight hint of jealousy when she found out about her brother apprentice. She didnβt like the fact that he had let some girl off the streets into their family home even if she didnβt live there anymore and she would make that known. And the fact that her older brotherβs attention was no longer hers bugged her as well. It wasnβt like she was in love with her brother, but he was all she had even if she hated him.
This was close to the truth. As it turns out, at the End, high-ranking politicians and persons of power built bunkers to protect themselves from the outside world, hunkering down for years. Eventually, these poor souls simply suffocated as the electric generators halted, trapping the unlucky people with no oxygen hundreds of feet into the earth. Erik had happened to stumble upon such a bunker on one of his adventures through thieving in a faraway city. Curiousity led him to break the lock of the door, heading down into the dark abyss of concrete stairs. What had alerted him to the fact of lessened oxygen was the dead guards in the abyss who had apparently tried to escape, as well as the eventual extinguishing of his flame. He also began to feel the effects himself, lightheadedness and dizziness almost making an end of him. After regaining his breath and flame, he set down again to scrounge the bodies of the guards, finding the Uzi, as well as a pelethera of ammunition and several other weapons. And he knew there was more down there...
As he sat down across from the Southern Gravelord, he stated simply, "Scuba diving equipment." Noting the look of the bodyguards, he gave a chuckle. "I know, I know. No one's ever attempted to scuba since the End. But I think, if I can figure it out, there'll be a bounty of rare items to retrieve." He smoothly added, his poker face long since put on, "Besides, even if I perish, it'll only save you the trouble." He leaned forward a little, looming over the items in debate. "I want some of those oxygen tanks from the End--I know you have at least two." The question was whether or not he sold them already. "The more, the better. I'll ask for less extra on top, like three pounds of sugar-candy, one half-ounce of gold or equivalent silver, a bag of twenty Digits, an arm and a leg, and an apple."
He leaned back, giving his preference for trade. He knew he shouldn't be an ass, but he couldn't resist remarking, "You may start ripping me off, now."
"I would watch your tongue, Skratch," she warns, cocking her gun for good measure and laying it on the table.
She chewed the inside of her cheek in a rare moment of weakness, she was nervous about this deal. The bad vibe she let off was all too obvious, and she tried to hide her discomfort.
He turned his gaze back to Erik as he finally spoke βIβm willing to make you a better offer.β He said in a very business-like tone of voice. βIβll give you four oxygen tanks, two pounds of sugar-candy, your half ounce of gold, a bag of ten Digits, two arms no leg and three apples.β He said firmly as if not willing to change his mind. βAnd Iβll give you a horse, one of mine finest.β The guards eyes widened a bit, horses were practically impossible to get unless you were brave enough to steal from the rich and powerful or you were able to tame a wild one. βBut, the horse is my payment if you agree to do a job for meβ¦which Iβm sure youβll quite enjoyβ he smirked a bit.
However, the words "better offer" brought a small shock to Erik. Everyone knew that Gravelords never, ever offered better than what you did. If anything, they only shifted it to what items they did have that were of about equal value--and to do that required great skill as a salesman and haggler, and even then it was near but impossible. To be offered more, especially with what the Gravelord was offering, had to have a catch...
"A job?" Ah, there it was. Doing some dirty work. He stroked his chin in thought. In reality, he was pretty much held to take this job. He would be a fool not to. But he wasn't going to give the satisfaction of that knowledge to the Gravelord. "Go on."
βYou will take Anastasia with, itβs about time she sees of the work that others do. Aside from the work Iβve been teaching her.β He said glancing from Erik to his young apprentice. βBut, I assure if you take on this job and Miss Umbridge or Miss Finch is harmed, I will not hesitate to kill you.β He said leaning forward on the table with his fore arms. βMaybe I can even offer you some higher paying jobs. I may not like you Mr. Skratch, but you have proved to me time and time again that you are excellent at what you do and I respect you for that.β He smiled βSo do we have a deal or not?β he stared straight at the man waiting for his answer.
Her office was dark, the walls covered in books, all old and most coming from her few adventures to get the things she wanted from the outside world she didnt leave her office or her small house often. Once everything was set up she sat curled up in the over sized office chair with an old book on her lap, it was written in latin.
At the correct accusation of his line of work, Erik pretended to be slightly offended. "Thieves? Why, sir, you appall me. Such a band of distrusting fellows with an adventurer and humble trader as myself?" He shook his head, but then gave a true an honest smile. Erik liked a challenge every once in a while. "Nonetheless, I accept your offer. Miss Finch is good as scared." Already, the gears were turning, cognitive cogs grinding together to formulate a plan.
He was about to offer his hand across the table for a good ol' fashioned handshake, signing that the deal was done, when a question struck his brain. "Just, ah, a few questions, sir. How scared do you want this Miss Finch? What's the message I'm supposed to send?" This would be important, and highly change his approach to the challenge. "Am I looking to scare her away? Or am I to simply remind her of whose territory she crosses in?" And on that note... "And what would you consider 'harmed'? I don't want to give either of the Missuses a few scrapes and lose my head..."
Regardless of what the Gravelord would tell him, once his questions were answered, Erik would extend his hand. In a way, he really didn't have a choice. He did, but he was too wise to refuse such an offer as this. "Pleasure doing business with you, sir." Once the hands were shook, the deal done, Erik stood to take his leave. "My address has not changed. I presume I will find the goods delivered by the morn, yes?" The thing that Erik did like about the cold man was that he was very prompt with his payments. He left gun and ammunition on the desk, as usual, so that he may collect them. Erik was never worried about not recieving payments. If they were not made, he would simply steal them. And his traded item, as interest.
After speaking to the Gravelord, he turned to Anastasia. "Well, Miss Umbridge, I am uncertain if you wish to follow me now or arrive with my payments, but if you are to follow me now, I am taking my leave." He knew that when she would leave was entirely up to the Gravelord, but it was simple civility to ask the woman herself.
She marveled at the gun for a few moments when Erik laid it down, nearly drooling. She loved it. She would literally kill to get her hands on it, but she knew she never would.
"I am not a delivery man. I will be leaving tonight if I am leaving at all," she replied for herself. She tried to seem independent, but she glanced at Apollo for approval.
The deal was made the moment they shook hands. He nodded to one of his guards who headed out of the room. The signal was clear, to prepare the goods for delivery.
βShe can go with you now, if she wishes, but you know the rules you must see Miss Tyme so she can finalize everythingβ he said as he led them out of the room. βIt has been my pleasure doing business with you. For now I must retreat back to my roomβ he said excusing himself.
Oh, what fun this would be...
Not looking back to see if she followed, he stopped by the Office, where Miss Tyme was. "Miss Tyme," he said with a slight bow. "Has the Gravelord told you the trade for tonight for the records?"
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/ic The world is a cold unforgiving place, as a young girl everyone just called me Stormi. Maybe It was my attitude towards the world, knowing that once I die my bones will be used as currency. It's sick I know, but it's the truth.
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May I ask whose bodyguard you would like me to be or did anyone have any preference?
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Also, are you going to start the posting, or is it free game?