Le Veritable Jack of Blades (Open)

[gail]

A chorus of ringing metal.
It sung a song which broke the silence of the cool autumn air, with the sound of death following at a crescendo; escaping a mans lips in form of a horrid scream. Blood in a hue thicker than that of the seasons red leaves washed over the golden forest floor, and sent the birds in the trees to take wing at such a sudden outburst.

Gail stood amidst the scene. Standing sole deep in the precious crimson liquid of life; a man the source of it's flow. A gash torn deep in his waist, still steaming with the last heat of his body escaping to the winds. Another wound stabbed cleanly through his chest just to the right of his sternum...

The twin swords, Tearo and Ana dripping with the evidence of his murder.

But why?

Because he had been her prey for some time. A wanted man for butchery. Gail Didn't know much more than that, and learned nothing during her encounter with the poorly skilled murderer. He hadn't the time to even draw his weapon when happening upon her.

His final moments, and last words nothing worth remembering.

Gail produced a canteen, washing down her blades on the spot, after confirming her kill, Then took a drink to quench the thirst she built in pursuing the bastard. For she'd been tracking the man a good day or so after discovering a wanted poster for his head in the capitol, Temarra. There was a Promised sum of gold, and she'd gotten lucky that he wasn't as dangerous as some of the witness's had claimed, whom she'd been fortunate to come across as knowing the mans last known location. It was only a matter of using her lore of hunting from her arsenal of assorted survival skills, and found the man heading West.

Well... The rest was history, and the outcome clearly in her favors.

Both swords where now stowed in their respected sheaths, and she found herself needing to relax, and found a cozy spot under an old oak, no more than several yards from the cooling corpse. Sitting on a flat rock, back against the sturdy trunk, and contemplated whether or not the pay was worth her while. She had to bring back his head as proof of accomplishing the task, but she didn't quiet like the idea of hauling a bloody mess around just to get some extra coinage. Since Gail had already racked up a good sum of money these past few weeks, enough to sustain her with lodging and food for the next month even. Perhaps it was just enough to have ended the miserable sods existence...

Although she really hated to waste a reward.

The day waned into mid afternoon, and The woman dozed in the shade of her orange and gold canopy, sorting the pro's and cons of her situation. It was truly vexing, and ultimately she would have to decide soon if she was to collect her treasure before the day ended, lest she make camp and take the head tomorrow. Since Even traveling back at a greater pace than when she had to track the criminal, it'd take her at least half a day to reach Temarra.

What was a girl to do?

[Robin 'Hood' Locksley]

The air was cool, exceedingly so but that didn't really bother Robin. His eyes were everywhere, looking through trees and forest. He could see his breath as his even breathing was accompanied with his silent footsteps. Leaves crunched underneath his feet, autumn nearly leaving the forest, being chased by the on coming winter. The reason Robin came out here was because there was wind that that mysterious man, murderer really, was in the forest. So Robin took a stroll in hopes to find him. It wasn't his main mission after he had found out that he was already in pursuit by someone. At least, that was what the trees whispered to him. So Robin, bow in hand, walked where he heard the faintest shuffle of leaves. Then came the scream, and Robin ran swiftly instintly, eyes intence. His eyes were sharp as he swiftly dogded the trees and jumped over the fallen branches. Hearing the slight shuffles closer, Robin slowed down and hid by a tree to see what was happening, or really what had happened. On the ground lay a dead man, the murderer, who was dead and surrounded by blood. However, he was alone, but Robin could still hear movement not far away. Taking those few steps brought him out of the open, reveiling himself with his usual simple attire with his crown perched on his head. It was an enchanted crown that was only allowed the ones of kings and princes to wear it. It was quite dazzaling, but in a subtle way. It was a woven crown with small golden leaves on and it gave off a slight glow to it when shining in the sun. Robin's eyes were kept on the corpse as he walked closer to it. He stopped and let his crystal blue eyes examine it. Once done, he turned his head to see a girl sitting under an oak tree. He didn't know if she would strike him or just stay there, so Robin smiled and took a few steps toward her. "I would appreciate it if you cleaned your mess once finished with him." His bow was securely in his hand, ready to use when needed.

[gail]

The man had come from nowhere, as silent as the grave when trailing through the underbrush of the woods, and decided to appear before only when the time seemed right. Gail was startled at first when he'd just plainly strolled out in to view from the thick forests growth. Although wasn't to worried when she noticed the man taking at first, a keen interest in the victim she'd played predator too, and even less when he spoke to her with what almost seemed a nonchalant tone.

Clean her mess? What exactly did he expect her to do with it? She directed her attention back to the corpse, still bleeding out all over the earth, staining it with his oozing filth. Crossing her right leg over left, she eyed the stranger, examining him from behind the brim of her hood, calculating his features, measuring him up, and placed him in her threat meter according to how hostile he was. He wasn't.

She hadn't the need to draw either of her weapons, let alone stand to match the guys height. From the look of things, he was elf, Probably of the forest, maybe a guardian of this one, a scout on patrol, or something like that. In any which case, she knew elves where of no threat when in the open, if they chose to be a problem, they'd do it at distance, and hit you before you even knew what was going on.

"Nature will take it's Course" She reassured him gently while folding her gloved hands in lap, and sat back in a good relaxed manner; Even when he approached with bow tense in hand.

[Robin 'Hood' Locksley]

The girl in front of him seemed to be quite calm with him being there, which made Robin give a small smile and relaxed his hand with the one holding the bow. The king walked toward the tree next to her and leaned against it. He then stared at the corpse. He didn't feel quite comfortable with letting the body just lay there, to rot and stink the area around them. He then gave a frown and looked at the girl."I don't believe the trees would like that very much." Although there have been plenty of killings in the forest, Robin had tried his hardest to please the trees, for they complained about the rotting flesh on the earth above them. He sighed and then looked back at the girl with a lighter smile."Name's King Locksley. You could call me Robin though." He gave a wink and then walked toward the corpse. Robin walked close to the man, stained by his own blood, and waved his hand over it. The earth around him moved until it was nearly placed on top of him. However, it was lightly done, so if the girl needed the corpse for some reason, she could have it. Which reminded him of something."Isn't this the guy that murdered a bunch of people from a village?" The king walked back toward the tree he was before and leaned once more against it."So what may I call you, m'lady?"

[gail]

The young man came right up next to her, but didn't bother her. He then spoke of some strange nonsense about the trees, and she shifted slightly baffled with such logic. A dead body would provide fertile soil, attract scavengers to feast, and supply insects a home. Doing something about the body only seemed to be a negetive when thought of in the fashion she did.

Though, when after the man introduced himself as King... King Locksley to be precise, and as a less formal title, robin, Gail raised an eyebrow at him (although hidden, unseen). Then, he approached her kill, and waved a single hand over it. Obviously magic. The earth turning itself under the corpse, and then blanketed over it, burying the macabre sight in a light mantle of soil.

Gail was accustom to these things, so it didn't surprise her in the least. Her own comprehension of magic was limited, but she knew that it's existence was common, especially amongst Immortals.

"He fits the description... Brandishing like weaponry" Gail replied to his question about the man, then nodded to the cleave a fair distance from the killer, one which the man would have been wielding if she hadn't taken him so quickly.

But then came his question, of what he could address her by...

The hood of the cloak peered in his direct, still hiding the woman underneath. A short pause passing the two as she gauged the guy with mild interest. Then she sat forward, dropping her crossed legs to stand.

"Amoria..." She plainly put in a tone as soft as snow.