Post by Arlen on Feb 12, 2007 14:18:06 GMT 1
'The Halen'
Arlen had heard the word dropped in conversation. A place that was rising in popularity in the city. A place that was owned by the young man Arlen had been looking for. 'Shamino'
Arlen had yet to meet the young man face to face, his only knowledge of Shamino to this day was through the letters he had recieved from Ajax while he was back home in Ireland and Ajax had been in Varron. Other than this Arlen had only seen the young man once, that was in a tournament fight against another young fighter by the name of Maverik. It was during this all to brief encounter that Arlen had witnessed a degree of the prowess that Shamino held when it came to combat. Something Ajax had remarked on, on more than one occasion.
Arlen at first had found it hard to see how any one of such stature could even come close to what he considered the phenominal force of Ajax.
Arlen himself had struggled to victory only twice against Ajax, although Arlen had his suspicions that these victories were either through sheer luck...or Ajax through his kind nature had simply allowed his younger cousin to win to fuel his fire and to make him feel as if he was progressing.
Arlen had always looked for a challenge...he knew the only way to get better was to fight a better opponent. Shamino had age, he had experience. Arlen had raw power and the tenacity of youth. He knew Shamino might take one look at him, laugh him off and order his 'men' to toss him to the curb.
Or Maybe Shamino would recognise Ajax in the young Arlen. Maybe he would agree to take Arlen on board, take him under his wing as it were. Just had Ajax had taken Arlen under his wing. Arlen considered Shamino the only man in this city he would even consider learning from...Shamino was the only one with a name that meant anything to him.
Arlen reached 'The Halen' and was quite take a back by the sheer size of the vessel. He let out a soft whistle of air through slightly parted teeth as he allowed his eyes to raise to the massive steel walkway. Stood either side of said walk way were two men...two armed men to be precise. Although they were smaller than Arlen in stature, they looked no less menacing. Maybe it was their broad physiques, maybe it was the harshness of their features...perhaps even the firearms they weilded. Either way Arlen knew they meant business and he would be sure not to step out of line.
He approached the two men, he noticed how in syncronised movments they came to stand shoulder to shoulder. In essence blocking the way onto the Halen. Arlen paused in his step and simply stood their looking at the two men.
'Business hours are out.'
Arlen could have smiled at the polite 'get the fuck out of her kid', but he remained where he stood. Insted he nodded his head as he looked toward the two men who still barred his way.
"Aye...I know. I'm not here to gamble or drink."
Arlen paused as he raised his eyes past the gaurds and toward the huge ship that was the halen. He smiled to himself and allowed his gaze to lower once more. He then spoke in his strong Irish accent once more.
"I'm here to speak with your captain."
The gaurds looked to one an other. The one on the Arlens left took a step back, as he did the one on the right stepped to the side to take his place, semi-automatic coming to rest at an angle across his body. The other gaurd allowed his to hang from the shoulder strap while his hand whipped to behind him descreetly to remove a hand held radio. His utterance into the device was in-audible. Arlen could only wait for their answer. He knew that Radio was unlikely to go straight to Shamino. No doubt it would be a chain of events, the message working its way up the food chain before finally reaching the man himself. Then he would have to wait for the reply to worm its way back down...
The question was would it be 'Fuck off' or 'Come on up.'
Arlen had heard the word dropped in conversation. A place that was rising in popularity in the city. A place that was owned by the young man Arlen had been looking for. 'Shamino'
Arlen had yet to meet the young man face to face, his only knowledge of Shamino to this day was through the letters he had recieved from Ajax while he was back home in Ireland and Ajax had been in Varron. Other than this Arlen had only seen the young man once, that was in a tournament fight against another young fighter by the name of Maverik. It was during this all to brief encounter that Arlen had witnessed a degree of the prowess that Shamino held when it came to combat. Something Ajax had remarked on, on more than one occasion.
Arlen at first had found it hard to see how any one of such stature could even come close to what he considered the phenominal force of Ajax.
Arlen himself had struggled to victory only twice against Ajax, although Arlen had his suspicions that these victories were either through sheer luck...or Ajax through his kind nature had simply allowed his younger cousin to win to fuel his fire and to make him feel as if he was progressing.
Arlen had always looked for a challenge...he knew the only way to get better was to fight a better opponent. Shamino had age, he had experience. Arlen had raw power and the tenacity of youth. He knew Shamino might take one look at him, laugh him off and order his 'men' to toss him to the curb.
Or Maybe Shamino would recognise Ajax in the young Arlen. Maybe he would agree to take Arlen on board, take him under his wing as it were. Just had Ajax had taken Arlen under his wing. Arlen considered Shamino the only man in this city he would even consider learning from...Shamino was the only one with a name that meant anything to him.
Arlen reached 'The Halen' and was quite take a back by the sheer size of the vessel. He let out a soft whistle of air through slightly parted teeth as he allowed his eyes to raise to the massive steel walkway. Stood either side of said walk way were two men...two armed men to be precise. Although they were smaller than Arlen in stature, they looked no less menacing. Maybe it was their broad physiques, maybe it was the harshness of their features...perhaps even the firearms they weilded. Either way Arlen knew they meant business and he would be sure not to step out of line.
He approached the two men, he noticed how in syncronised movments they came to stand shoulder to shoulder. In essence blocking the way onto the Halen. Arlen paused in his step and simply stood their looking at the two men.
'Business hours are out.'
Arlen could have smiled at the polite 'get the fuck out of her kid', but he remained where he stood. Insted he nodded his head as he looked toward the two men who still barred his way.
"Aye...I know. I'm not here to gamble or drink."
Arlen paused as he raised his eyes past the gaurds and toward the huge ship that was the halen. He smiled to himself and allowed his gaze to lower once more. He then spoke in his strong Irish accent once more.
"I'm here to speak with your captain."
The gaurds looked to one an other. The one on the Arlens left took a step back, as he did the one on the right stepped to the side to take his place, semi-automatic coming to rest at an angle across his body. The other gaurd allowed his to hang from the shoulder strap while his hand whipped to behind him descreetly to remove a hand held radio. His utterance into the device was in-audible. Arlen could only wait for their answer. He knew that Radio was unlikely to go straight to Shamino. No doubt it would be a chain of events, the message working its way up the food chain before finally reaching the man himself. Then he would have to wait for the reply to worm its way back down...
The question was would it be 'Fuck off' or 'Come on up.'