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Thread: Mercs: The Story

There are sometimes missions that are best kept off the records. Some tasks require using agents who aren't limited by certain rules and restrictions. Some jobs require mercs... Mercenaries, or mercs for short, are soldiers of fortune. Most have had military training, though not all have actually served in an official capacity. They often sell their services to the highest bidder, taking the jobs that most others won't, or can't, as the case may be. They don't answer to anyone's authority except that of the person signing the checks, and even then it's debatable. When a situation arises that requires a government to be discreet, they usually hire mercs to handle it. In this sense, they can deny any knowledge of the operation, and most mercs would die before risking their payment. Greed is a powerful motivator, after all. Some mercs work for anyone who pays enough, while others have scruples, only working for governments or organizations that they deem as being 'righteous', though it's often a very blurry line. Whatever the case, mercs often make the perfect covert ops units because of not having specific ties to governments, therefore being able to think and operate outside of the box that limits most government operatives. Most of these groups tend to be made up of colorful individuals, usually who have served in some form of armed forces and have been forced to leave for one reason or another. They are quite often the best in their fields of expertise, but their quirks make them difficult for the more 'conformist' operatives and soldiers to work with, and so they find their place among the soldiers of fortune, who aren't as worried about rules and regulations, but would rather just get the job done. This story is about one such group, the Wild Cards. They are probably the most unruly band of misfits and outcasts one could imagine, yet also probably the most effective covert ops team in the business, which is why they stay in business. This is their tale...
Thread: Can it really happen? (Crazyfun x Camryn Draik)

Zane scoffed, Come on uncle I am 23 already, why in the hell do I have to play piano at your bar? he asked knowing it was just his punishment for not visiting the man enough and he wouldn't actually say no. No answer came on the phone though, unless you call hanging up an answer and Zane just fell back onto his bed. He had been busy the night before and had slept for most of the day thinking he could just be lazy. He looked over at the clock on his wall, there wasn't that much time until his uncle wanted him there and he still needed a shower. He jumped up with a large sigh and went to get himself ready. The truth was he needed the money as well, his frivolous spending in the pursuit of men and women alike drained him of his resources during the summers in between his college days. He got himself ready, dressed in something not really suited for a high class bar but it wasn't really of importance to him at this point. He was dressed in some jeans, sneakers, and a white t-shirt. He went to the door and grabbed his keys, wallet, and phone from the table before heading out. He got in his car and drove the 20 minutes to the bar, it was a nice place in a busy area and most of their clientele were richer folks or anyone who wanted a nice clean environment to enjoy some music and a drink. Zane had been here before, never as an employee though, always to have a few free drinks or to talk with his uncle about various things. It was a bit nerve wracking. He didn't just sit in his car though, he stepped out and went inside taking a left towards his uncles office. When he walked in his uncle was sitting with a smile plastered on his face, I knew you would come, your almost late though... And those clothes... he said looking his nephew up and down for a moment before going over to a small closet in the corner where he kept some changes of clothes. He picked out a white button-up and threw it over to Zane, At least wear that. Anyways, you need to get ready to go up and play, you do one song then 10 minutes before the next song and you do that until you have played 4 songs. The house band will play in between your sets and such so pick some good songs... he said with a smirk and shooed his nephew out. Zane just listened not opening his mouth as she slipped he button-up over his shirt, leaving the top two buttons undone and rolling his sleeves a bit before heading out of the office area and towards the actual bar. There were plenty of patrons tonight and he was a bit nervous as he scanned the room from the doorway. He didn't wait long though, it was time for his set and he went up to the piano, his looks not really that of a pianist and people were of course talking among themselves about whether or not he would be able to play. That always annoyed him, if they waited a few minutes the whispers would be irrelevant. Ignoring it he began to play, the music causing everyone still talking to be silent. When he was finished with his set applause echoed out and he walked over to the bar and ordered a scotch still looking at the crowd.
Thread: Can it really happen? (Crazyfun x Camryn Draik)

Karik pulled on his jacket over his shirt. His black hair tied back into a pony tail. He grabbed his keys and other essentials for work. It was pretty early but he had to get the bar cleaned and everything before most of the customers arrived. It only took him about forty minutes to get there and he spent a good ten or fifteen minutes cleaning up the bar from where drinks had been spilled. His boss told him that his nephew would be coming in to play piano tonight. He wasn't sure if this would be a permanent set up of if it would just be temporary. He shrugged it off as the first wave of customers came in. About a half hour later is when he noticed a blond that came in on occasion on his shift. He hadn't seen him too often. Normally it was on Liam's shift that the manager's nephew came in. This will be an interesting night. Karik muttered to himself.
Thread: Can it really happen? (Crazyfun x Camryn Draik)

Zane turned looking at the bartender and when he saw the man he smirked. The man in front of him was a rare sight, a handsome and very attractive man whom Zane now had his eyes on. Of course it was his uncles place so he couldn't blatantly come out and say it like usual but he could have a little fun, besides her would be here for awhile playing the piano, there was no rush. He just stared for a moment and then noticed a waitress coming to get drinks for one of her tables. He turned to her and with his most charming smile asked, So tell me, who is the bartender with the ponytail? She was obviously taken in by his charm and smiled back before answering, That is Karik, he usually isn't on shift when you come in to drink. Zane nodded in thanks and turned back to the bar, he wanted to talk a bit to Karik, his interest peaked but he had to go back up in just a minute to play another set. He decided to wait until he had finished for the night before talking to the man, his attention turning back to the house band who were finishing up their piece which signaled him to go back up on stage to the piano. He stood for this next piece, it was a stronger piece than his last and he played it to perfection, the loud booming keys rising into a crescendo at the finish. His little act continued with him doing a piece going over to the bar to sip on a drink and stare at the bartender who by now had probably noticed his wandering eyes, and then going back again. It was his last piece though and to end his first night he decided to play a very soft gentle piece, something not really his style. He didn't dissapoint though playing Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata and ending the musical part of his night on a soft note. When done applause rang out once again, a sound he could get use to, and he descended off stage and to the bar. This time though he sat in a seat right in front of Karik whom he just smiled at, Could you get me a scotch on the rocks? he asked his charming smile a little more devious as opposed to earlier. He was off the clock now and he was ready to flirt with Karik, it would be an interesting night indeed.
Thread: Can it really happen? (Crazyfun x Camryn Draik)

Karik smiled some as he heard the piano start up for the third time this evening. Cayla, a blonde waitress that was manning the floor, walked back up for a various selection of drinks to offer to the customers. Hey Karik, I think you've got an admirer. She said with a grin. What do you mean? He asked finishing up the last drink before helping her load her tray. Zane, the pianist. He was askin' about you. She said softly. Karik raised a brow but didn't say anything as Caylee headed back out to the floor. After the last time that Zane was up on stage the dark haired one was serving up drinks left and right. Before he knew it the blonde was in front of him asking for a drink. He nodded. Just a moment. He said as he finished with two more orders and then started on Zane's. Alot of the guests were starting to leave. This ment that it had to be going on about midnight. He slid the drink down the bar to the pianist and smiled.
Thread: Can it really happen? (Crazyfun x Camryn Draik)

Zane took the drink and returned the smile before taking a sip. His eyes never left the man though letting him know he was being watched. Zane was not shy by any means, anyone who knew him including his uncle knew his like for men and women alike. In this instance his attractions were towards Karik. He continued to drink but he tried to strike up a conversation with the man despite seeing how busy he was, it would cool down soon though, most people left around 12 to 1 since the music stopped shortly after. Tell me Karik, why haven't I seen you behind the bar before? he asked knowing the answer but it was a good way to start off, of course what he really wanted to do was take the guy home but that would come in the future, it was his uncles place after all. He had turned his attention completely by then though, his eyes focused on the man. His uncle probably wouldn't like this of course having his nephew hit on staff but what he didn't know wouldn't hurt him.
Thread: Can it really happen? (Crazyfun x Camryn Draik)

Karik paused and looked at him. He finished with the next few drinks that he was mixing and looked around for a minute to make sure that no other customers where headed to the bar. After he was sure that they weren't he walked over to him. You never come in when I'm on duty. He said simply.
Thread: Can it really happen? (Crazyfun x Camryn Draik)

When Karik walked over to him Zane merely smirked, he had got at least a bit of attention from the bartender and he wasn't going to let that go to waste. Well I think I will, I wasn't so sure about the piano gig but now sticking around seems like a fun time... she said leaning in a bit closer and finishing his drink. Want to get me one more? he asked with a wink before leaning back with a confident grin on his face. It wasn't that he thought he was the hottest guy in here or that he would get anyone he wanted it was just he knew he was above average. Of course his uncle was walking around now so he didn't say anything else for the moment. His uncle walked over and handed him an envelope, This would be your payment for tonight... How about coming around for a few weeks and making some more? he asked looking at his nephew with a bit of hope. Zane took a deep breath and quickly peeked over at Karik, Yeah, I think I can come around for awhile, until I get what I have my eye on he said looking at the money inside the envelope and putting it into his pocket, though his true want was Karik and that was what he was going to really work for.
Thread: Can it really happen? (Crazyfun x Camryn Draik)

Karik let out a soft, 'sure' in response. The guy wasn't bad looking or anything but he had other things to worry about. As he saw the last small group of people head for the door he pulled out his pony tail, letting his hair fall freely. As he did his boss walked over to the blonde to hand him his pay for the evening. Karik walked back over with the glass in hand and walked away again to start cleaning up the few glasses that were still out in the small sink he had behind the bar.
Thread: Original Sin - Cast in Stone

Ciro had bitten off more than he could chew, this time. It was his first commission for a wealthy merchant in Naples. After the prolific works of Michelangelo and DaVinci the demand for sculptors and painters had skyrocketed. Ciro was certainly talented enough. His apprenticeship was to a decent local artisan who had taught him the subtleties of sculpting and stone-cutting. He began his apprenticeship working with plaster and then moved onto limestone and granite. Rarely did he have the opportunity to work with the famous white marble that every affluent merchant or noble wanted to adorn their courtyards with. It was tricky, a finicky stone with veins and a soul of it's own. He had been commissioned to make two life-sized statues. One of Adam and one of Eve. Ciro was intrigued since the church preached the virtues of both of them yet said they were the original sinners. This was the kind of work that could propel his career as both an artist and an artisan. There was only one problem, he had carved several men. Busts and statues of men were commonplace among the nobility, the church and the rich. They all wanted to have their appearance saved throughout time in timeless stone. Narcissism ran rampant during this renaissance. Women, however, were something foreign to Ciro. The apprenticeship began when he was 9 years old and he did not start on his own journey as a master sculptor until he was 22. 13 years he had been sheltered from women. He liked women and longed to hold one, but his life was given to the arts. Now he needed a woman that he could pose and manipulate into the position he needed, for a long period of time. He needed a model from which he could study the human form and etch it into the rock. Not only that, he needed someone who was going to be available at no cost for a long period of time a nude model with the face and the curves necessary for a work worthy of his own name. He began his search in the streets of Naples.
Thread: Original Sin - Cast in Stone

At the age of eighteen, Alessandra Maria was the youngest daughter of a very well known Roman senator. She resided with her mother and two sisters in the city of Naples, on the west coast of the Italian peninsula, finding that her father had always been away tending to matters of state. Though it was more than a days journey on horseback, her father and a few of the other men found the commute bearable. When he would return, she would bombard him with questions wanting to know more about the city she had visited merely a handful of times in her life. He would tell her stories of the Roman warriors and bring her and her sisters the latest fashions and jewels from the city. And without fail, she would ask him to take her with him on his journey. Rome was not the best city to bring his three beautiful daughters, her father would tell her and although she never understood why, she was beginning to comprehend his sentiments. Although Italy was prospering during these times rich in culture, many of the lower classes were not as fortunate as her family had been. Crime was on the rise among all and he didnt want to put his children in that danger. Though his answer always disappointed her, she had nothing but respect for her father. Instead, she would resort to entertaining herself through the familiar streets of Naples, greeting the merchants and their wives like she had her entire life. Alessandra had long waves of raven hair and a fair complexion. Her eyes were that of her father in the clearest shade of blue, which were brought out by the sapphire velvet dress she was wearing. The dress, though not as ornate as others she owned, was accented with gold trim and showed off her developed features. Slowly, she made her way through the busy street, coming before a familiar face. Bonjourno Giovanni, how is your wife? she greeted the baker, giving him a warm smile.
Thread: Original Sin - Cast in Stone

Ciro wandered the streets of Naples, starting first in art district knowing that the women there were often very available for a price. Most of them would provide any service imaginable for a price, in fact. But Ciro was looking for a model and many of these women weren't paid to stay still. Some were professional models, but the cost of those women was beyond Ciro's means. Shortly Ciro realized that he would have to find someone somewhere else. Nothing was available in this part of town without a large sum of money. Ciro wandered around in his brown leather vest overtop a grey wool shirt and navy-blue trousers. He was broad-shouldered from working with nothing but stone and rock. His hands were large and thick, but capable of delicate, intricate work. His eyes were a deep chestnut brown and his dark hair was thick and curly. He was taller than average. He wore a closely trimmed beard, mostly to protect his face from pieces of rock and marble from cutting his face. He wandered up into the general market looking for a bite to eat. After searching the town's hot-spots for models and artist schools he was famished. His nose caught a whiff of freshly baked bread and he followed it up the narrow passage into the large open market. In a recess in one of the walls sat the bakery. Ciro felt in his coinpurse for a small, copper coin and pulled it into the light. There was enough for a decent loaf of bread and some fresh butter from the dairy, maybe even a little hard cheese. It was an extravagance, but when he got the money for his commissioned work he felt it was worth it. 500 gold florins was the pay for the final statue, although they only gave him 25 up front. He spent 10 at the bar two nights before entertaining every artisan within a stone's throw to a bottle of wine. Ciro collected his bread and regarded the girl in the blue dress while she spoke genially with the baker. She was a pretty girl, not much younger than himself. She was certainly striking but she seemed to come from an affluent background. He could strike her off the list, no rich man is going to allow his daughter to pose for a sculptor. As she exited the bakery her eyes caught him as he stared at her. He smiled awkwardly, thinking there was some glint of recognition or deja vu.
Thread: Original Sin - Cast in Stone

The baker greeted the girl cordially and they briefly conversed over their families, mostly his wife who had been a dear friend of her mother since they had been children. He had inquired over her father and when he would return from his duties in Rome, as well as how the marriage of her eldest sister had been. Nearly all the families of Naples had attended to see her sister be wed to the son of a wealthy banker, especially the ones that were dearest to her family. It had been a great feast with platters of roasted pheasant bread and soup, spiced rice and wine. There were musicians playing well-loved songs and servants that went around with plates piled with different cakes as they all danced into the night. A feast for a king, as her father had noted, but he had felt his daughters deserved no less. My father would have liked to extend his appreciation once more for the bread you supplied, but in his absence, he has asked me to do so, she said softly as her fingers traced the wicker of one of the many baskets of bread. For your family, Alessandra, anything, he replied. Alessandra smiled warmly, and then bade the white haired man farewell, sending her regards to his family. As she turned around to exit the bakery, her bright eyes caught sight of a man she believed had been staring at her. Had she seen this man before? Was she supposed to have known him? The way he was staring at her seemed so friendly, so warm and inviting as though he had known her in her childhood. Perhaps it had been at the wedding of her sister. She pondered the thought a bit more. Surely someone as tall and as handsome as he would have been cemented more permanently into her mind. How could she have forgotten such striking features? She was then convinced she had not ever seen this individual, fully believing that she would have remembered and as he smiled in her direction, she returned a quick smile both small and innocent before she stepped outside into the open air. A warm breeze immediately hit her as she stepped out into the market again and as she continued walking, she couldn't help but think about the man that had been watching her.
Thread: Original Sin - Cast in Stone

Ciro saw the girl and sighed. Such a lovely girl. She deserved to be chiseled into stone. Her sublime features and young face, all were perfect for stone. Too bad she was so far out of his league. True to his happy-go-lucky nature Ciro shrugged and made his way down the street to the dairy store. Luckily they still had a small amount of butter and cheese available. So it turned out that lunch was going to be a happy affair. Ciro found a little nook on the main street where there was not much foot traffic, just to the side of one of the curving archways in the street. He hunkered into the corner and drew out a knife and began cutting cheese for his lunch. He tucked into his bread and butter, with the occasional bite of sharp, hard cheese in between. He relished the flavours and thought how a beer would be the perfect way to finish his lunch. He also thought about how the girl in the blue dress would make the perfect company with his lunch, staring back at him from across a small table. Ciro shook his head. Get your head out of the clouds Ciro, he chided himself. There are plenty of girls who would give their eye teeth to be etched into stone for 1000 years. He finished his lunch and felt a little bogged down by all the heavy bread and cheese. If he didn't get moving he'd fall asleep right there in the street in the noon sun. That was a good way to get robbed. Then he'd have no money for his supplied or a model. He got up and walked back into the street. The street was about 2 miles long with all sorts of items and food for sale. Ciro knew a few of the vendors who sold rosaries and statues of the Christ. They all did alright for themselves, but carving trinkets and shrines did not seem to be Ciro's calling. He wandered down and looked at their handiwork and the skill that went into some of the statues and busts. Ciro was inspecting a riveting Madonna who had been draped in blue when he saw the hint of the blue dress go by him. He nearly dropped the Madonna into the cobblestone road. The blue on the Madonna's gown was identical to the dress that the girl wore, right down to the gold accent. The pattern was different, but it was eerily similar all the same. Ciro watched the girl saunter down the road and decided to get a better look. Perhaps he could use his memory of the girl. He put down the Madonna and carelessly wandered up the road following the blue dress.