Post by Mirai Tempestus on Oct 28, 2015 23:52:01 GMT
There had been rumors circulating for a while within the communities. A certain strong man had been searching for protection for a while now, looking for somebody to get him into Crocus safely. Surprised to hear that nobody had gone to help him already, Tempestus set a course straight for the man, who went by the name Logan Armstrong. The man lived in a small settlement not too far from the city of Crocus, a small town with a quaint and cozy feeling to it, where everybody knew each other very well seemingly. It reminded him of home, back in the future.
Still, it made it downright impossible to get through the town unnoticed, especially given how his choice of clothing made him stand out anyways. Plus, it seemed people had a sort of sixth sense when it came to him. Like they could tell he was somewhere he didn't belong. Or sometime, as was his particular case.
And so he found himself walking briskly towards the dwellings of Mr. Armstrong, frowning all the while as people stopped and stared at him, muttering unheard things to each other as he passed them. They seemed to glance down the road, towards Mr. Armstrong's house as if they knew why he was there in the first place. Following their glances, Tempestus found himself staring at the silhouette of another person standing at Logan's door.
Post by Vivienne Arthur on Oct 29, 2015 0:28:39 GMT
Long blonde locks flowed freely as the tall, curvy woman walked through the streets of the small settlement to the home of Logan Armstrong. Apparently he needed someone to escort him to Crocus and back, as well as protect him from any harm and she could understand this. The man probably had quite a few enemies since he wanted to take up an escort (or two) and so she would simply do as the mission stated and protect the man at all costs. Not just because she was such a nice person, but because she needed the money for her fathers business and her own comfortable living; as well as his. This caused Vivienne to sigh at the tragedy that was her life, but she had finally made it to the home of the man so she was happy about.
Well the home was in her sights, and now she was beginning to walk a bit faster to hurry up and meet the man already. Her white button up blouse being covered by a black blazer and a red plaid short pleated skirt. Showing off her long fit legs and a pair of thigh high black stockings with a black garter belt to hold them up, and finishing the outfit with a pair of black ankle high heels. Her nails being painted a seductive red color while her lips were covered in light pink chap stick as to keep them their normal healthy pink.
Lifting her right hand to knock on the door, she suddenly stopped to look over at a man who was dressed a bit strangely. Not to the point where she cared much about it but the addition of multiple bandages to his wardrobe was a bit odd to the woman, was this the new fashion trend or something? Adjusted her red and black striped tie and clear her throat she watched the man approaching her position and wondered if he was here for the mission as well. Opening her mouth she simply called out to the man and did so bluntly and with authoritive nature.
“Hey you! If you’re here for the mission, then hurry up and get over here. It doesn’t look good if we show up at different times.”
