Post by Kyan on Feb 9, 2008 21:00:54 GMT -5
As Kyan was leaving the bar, he happened to see one of his crew members, Melissa, coming up. He turned his attention back foward and kept walking, ignoring her for he knew if he stayed...lecture. The wind was cool in the night heat, although the shards of sand that blew in with the wind hit his face and sometimes got in his eyes. He was wearing his favorite clothing, blue jeans, a red t-shirt, and a black jacket with white dragons running down both sleeves. However as he was walking he though to himself, "Damnit, now I'll have to wash my cloths again." He sighed and kept on moving. As he rounded one of the many local whore houses, he spotted the docking bay where his ship, Auroa, was landed. A small smerk came across his face and his pace quickened. However, before he could get near the bay two men came out from behind a tent shop.
"Heh, well looky here, if it isn't Kyan Yoshiro. You know that your buddy Dylan has been looking for you?"
The man smiled again, Kyan put his hand on the hilt of his blade that was slung across his back, "Dylan you say, well that back stabber is still angry with me then? Though maybe he might have grown up a bit." He positioned his body for an attack.
The man frowned, "I'm not here to fight you little captain, just here to pass on a message. Dylan wants to meet up with you to discuss...you immediate surrender and return of his favorite possesion. Your sword, oh and he also wants Melissa." He smiled evily and turned off and started walking away.
Kyan was standing there, socked by what the man said. "Melissa, what the hell does that scum want with her? Damnit, why did he have to bring her into this, son of a bitch I'll kill him yet." He frowned, angry at Dylan. He looked up to see if the two men were still there, however they had already left. He sighed again and entered the loading dock, where he opened the ramp to the Auroa and walked inside. As the door was closing behind him, his mind was racing with the thoughts of why Dyan would want one of his crew. He slammed his fist against the staircase railing and walked to his room. As he was walking into his room he took off his blood stained clothing and tossed them into a small wicket basket near his bed. He walked over to a closet and grabbed his training cloths, whiched consisted of a black hamaka, black and white kimono (black with the white under), and a white haori. He layed his sword onto the bed and pulled it out of its shealth. He walked cailmly to the training mat in the middle of the room and started to practice back attacks. The entire time thinking of what Dylan's plan was. "Melissa, how do you know Dylan other than the run ins we've had with him aboard this vessel. Damnit." His attacks seemed to get a little sloppy as he continued to ponder these ideas. "My most deadly enemy, and the new leader of the Titan Collective, Dylan Travek...once my best friend." He wiped the sweat from his brow, walked over to his bed and layed down. "Damnit what am I going to do?"
"Heh, well looky here, if it isn't Kyan Yoshiro. You know that your buddy Dylan has been looking for you?"
The man smiled again, Kyan put his hand on the hilt of his blade that was slung across his back, "Dylan you say, well that back stabber is still angry with me then? Though maybe he might have grown up a bit." He positioned his body for an attack.
The man frowned, "I'm not here to fight you little captain, just here to pass on a message. Dylan wants to meet up with you to discuss...you immediate surrender and return of his favorite possesion. Your sword, oh and he also wants Melissa." He smiled evily and turned off and started walking away.
Kyan was standing there, socked by what the man said. "Melissa, what the hell does that scum want with her? Damnit, why did he have to bring her into this, son of a bitch I'll kill him yet." He frowned, angry at Dylan. He looked up to see if the two men were still there, however they had already left. He sighed again and entered the loading dock, where he opened the ramp to the Auroa and walked inside. As the door was closing behind him, his mind was racing with the thoughts of why Dyan would want one of his crew. He slammed his fist against the staircase railing and walked to his room. As he was walking into his room he took off his blood stained clothing and tossed them into a small wicket basket near his bed. He walked over to a closet and grabbed his training cloths, whiched consisted of a black hamaka, black and white kimono (black with the white under), and a white haori. He layed his sword onto the bed and pulled it out of its shealth. He walked cailmly to the training mat in the middle of the room and started to practice back attacks. The entire time thinking of what Dylan's plan was. "Melissa, how do you know Dylan other than the run ins we've had with him aboard this vessel. Damnit." His attacks seemed to get a little sloppy as he continued to ponder these ideas. "My most deadly enemy, and the new leader of the Titan Collective, Dylan Travek...once my best friend." He wiped the sweat from his brow, walked over to his bed and layed down. "Damnit what am I going to do?"