Blood and Money (CT-)

Ooc: okay for this battle I will be using Kric.

Women. A simple word can turn them into snarling beasts, even though the word wasn’t meant to offend. Kric rubbed the left side of his face, where a hand shaped bruise was starting to form. The alchemist had been sat in a luxurious bar, enjoying the company and the drinks, but after one comment about a girls dress he had been chucked out. Muttering curses under his breath, Kric pulled out a piece of folded paper out of his overcoat pocket, and opened it. In the center of the picture was a dark brown-haired man with navy blue eyes, with lots of scribbled text sticking round it. One bunch of words stuck out:

‘WANTED, ALCHEMIST TO HUNT DOWN GARNER HUNT. REWARD: ALIVE: 10,000 GOLD. DEAD: 100,000 GOLD’

Smiling to himself, the diamond alchemist remembered the face and other details of where the man hung about and stashed the paper back into his pocket.

“This alchemist is going to eat tonight.” Kric laughed, and slowly began walking towards the other end of the city. Several hours later the alchemist arrived at the place specified in the wanted poster, an old run down bar, the sign unreadable and hanging off. Sighing at how easy this job was going to be, Kric clapped his hands together, a glow emitting from the alchemic symbols on his gloves. Pushing them to the ground, the alchemist watched as a stone barrier rose around every part of the building except the front entrance, stopping any escape from any alternate exits. Rubbing his hands to get rid of any dirt, Kric kicked open the doors, sending the actual door flying off its hinges. Walking in with a grim look on his face, the alchemist stared at the occupants of the bar. Most were big burly men, all sweaty and muscular. The bartender was a thin weasel face man, rubbing a glass clean with a dirty rag. Under normal circumstances these men would have immediately beat the living daylights out of Kric, but a man that wore alchemic gloves was someone no one liked to trifle with. As soon as he walked towards the bar everyone ran for the door.

“An alchemist? In here? You must be after something, and I don’t think it’s a beer.” The bartender laughed.

“Can it. I want information on this man.” Kric grunted, silencing the man at once. Pulling out the paper again, he shoved it under the man’s nose.

“Yeah I know him, comes here every so often, but he isn’t here now.” The bartender said shakily.

“If he comes here, tell him Diamond stopped by and he wanted… to talk with him.” The alchemist laughed. Shoving the paper once more into his pocket, he left the bar.

Dammit, where would this guy be?Kric thought to himself. There had been no other place specified on the paper, and the bar was empty… unless. The diamond alchemist stopped in his tracks, barely five feet away from the bars entrance. Muttering under his breath, Kric once again walked into the bar.

“He’s here, and I know he is.” The alchemist grunted to the bartender, Within a few moments he had drawn Wraith from its diamond encrusted sheath, the blade at the bartender’s neck.

“You either tell me where he is or I slit your throat like the pig you are.” Kric said viscously.

Ooc: okay CT- you can chose whether your character reveals himself to save the bartender, or stays hidden and lets the bartender die, and after Kric will hunt around the room for Garner.

A shady man in a dark gray trench coat walked towards the roughed up bar. He was a regular to this particular bar, but the strangest thing was that he never drank like everyone else, and not that he had something against drinking, the place was to unsanitary to order anything.

The man wore the handkerchief he usually wore on his head around his mouth. Veiling his face, he had to let his hair down instead of putting it in his usual tight ponytail to avoid people from recognizing him as he walk the streets and even in that petty disquise he still looked like a bandit. Apparently someone has been putting up wanted posters of this Garner Hunt. To catch him was for 10,000 gold coins and to kill him was for 100,000 even ten times more than caught alive... So most certainly bounty hunters would shoot first and ask questions later and let alone feed all of their hungry families and friends all over the world.

As the man approached the bar he saw other familiar men scattering about in the streets. Men from the bar, and obviously they were running away from it. "I guess that means that's trouble for me?" The man said with a note of derision in his voice, as he said this he lowered the handkerchief from his mouth. This revealed him to be the young and handsome man on the poster Garner Hunt. His trench coat was open and revealing a dark shirt underneath with a heavy belt around his waist with many holstered items, three pistols, and several short daggers it was as if he was ready to go to war.

As Hunt reached the entrance to his bar, he could already hear the trouble inside.

“You either tell me where he is or I slit your throat like the pig you are.” That was a young man's voice. Hunt observed the voice in his mind, No older than 20 years old perhaps... What's he up to?

And then there was the bar man's voice, Hunt could recognize it even if he was trembling or muffled by the door in front of him. "Please!...Don't kill me! I swear I don't know where he is right now but he's...he is a regular to this bar and shows up once a night everyday! He didn't show any earlier to day so he's bound to show up... I'll..I'll be glad to point him out!"

Hunt tilted his head to crack his neck and rolled his eyes at the same time. So it's a bounty hunter in there looking for me? I seriously have to catch that copycat demon before they raise that bounty any higher than it is or I won't able to finish my mission in this damned town. Hunt reach int his side and pulled out the famous Luck revolver and rolled the cylinder to see if it was loaded. "But before I chase my doppelganger demon, I'll just save the fat man's life and kill the bounty hunter who is willing to kill bystanders to catch a guy like me..." And with this Hunt blew apart the door with a single shot by the Luck.

Hunt rolled on the dusty floor ranger style and leaped into the air and released five ear ringing shots from his revolver, one bullet chafed the hairs of the young diamond alchemist in the hair, the second, third and fourth, destroying nearby mugs the threw shards of glass everywhere, and the fifth ricocheted of the alchemist's strange blade and into the ceiling. The bar man was released as this happened and the cowardly man stole no time, he headed straight to where Hunt had entered, where the blasted door once was.

Hunt eyed his possible enemy and the bounty poster that layed near him, his revolver was already trained at the stranger. "That's pretty good bounty money isn't? But sorry guy, you're no match for the Luck, which is what I hold here in my hand. And I don't think you're any faster than I can put a bullet in your head...Guess you won't be eating tonight..." And with that Hunt pulled the trigger but there was no loud pop. Instead there was a click that signified he was out of bullets for that particular revolver. In all that excitement and show off, I guess I forgot I only had five bullets ready....

OOC: Your move Icy, sorry I kep you waiting and I hope my post wasn't too cheesy or anything.

Ooc: it was slightly cheesy, but that was kind of cool as well.

Bic:

Smiling at his foes lack of ammo, the alchemist picked up Wraith from where it had fallen.

“That’s one of the bad things about guns, you will eventually run out of bullets. While I on the overhand, carry this beauty.” Kric laughed at the man. Using his right arm he picked up Garner, kicking his useless weapon from his hand.

“I was going to bring you in alive, I really don’t need that much money. But after the little fight you put up im thinking about changing my mind. Your pitiful, carrying only one weapon with fewer rounds than you need.” Kric said, pushing Wraith up against the wanted mans neck. Garner didn’t even blink at the blade, nor did he speak.

“Oh god, not another person who thinks he’s innocent.” The alchemist groaned suddenly, dropping the man to the floor. Kric turned his back to the man and rolled his eyes.

“What is it this time? Copycat, evil twin, identical relative with a plot to get revenge by making you a wanted man?” Kric asked.

“Wha- what?” Garner stuttered.

“You think in all the time ive hunted people, I haven’t learned how to tell whose innocent and who’s guilty. If you were guilty you would have put up more of a fight when I picked you up.” The alchemist replied.

“So… what are you going to do now?” Hunt asked.

“Well I could either, kill you and claim a false bounty, or I could help you find whoever’s making you look bad.” Kric replied. Sheathing Wraith, the diamond alchemist extended his right arm to help the man up. After a few hesitant moments Garner grabbed his hand, but let go as his fingers brushed the auto-mail fingers.

“Ah, don’t worry about that, it’s just my arm.” Kric said before Hunt could reply. Pulling up his sleeve, the alchemist revealed his metallic limb.

“What happened to your real arm?” Garner asked as Kric helped him up from the floor.

“I don’t want to go into detail, but let’s just say rock can cut things better than metal.” Kric grunted. The two slowly walked out of the bar, finding the bartender hiding pitifully behind a few empty beer barrels.

“This should cover the damage he did, and then some.” Kric laughed. Pulling open a pocket on his belt, the alchemist pulled out a rather large chunk of diamond and tossed it to the bartender. The man caught it and stared at Kric.

“What about those rock walls around my bar, they won’t go down by themselves!” the bartender shouted, his courage restored by the diamond. Muttering that he was lucky he wasn’t dead, Kric clapped his hands together once more and touched the ground. Seconds later the walls around the bar slid back into the ground.

“Impressive skill.” Garner chuckled.

“Its nothing, and it didn’t even require a circle.” The alchemist grunted, clapping his hands together to get rid of any dirt.

“So, what do we do now?” Garner asked.

“First, we find your copycat, then we let him meet Wraith here.” Kric replied, pointing to the hilt of the sword producing from his back.

Ooc: I couldn’t see them fighting each other so I decided they could find Garner’s copycat and, lets say, remove certain body parts. You can let Garner lead the way back into the main part of the city.