Kill Your Heroes [Closed]

[CAIN VERETICUS]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive Hmm? What's this now? Cain stopped in his tracks, the young blonde staring out into the commotion in the distance. A large group of people, it seemed, had gathered before a bar near the docks. He reached up with his right hand, pinching the cigarette between his index and middle finger, before pulling it off his lips. Breathing out, he allowed the smoke to roll from his throat, dancing into the air, twirling and spinning. Cain's attention and gaze, though, were focused on the scene at hand. What had happened here? Turning on the heels of his old leather shoes, Cain started to make his way towards the crowd. He was clad in a simple plain white shirt, worn under his black leather jacket with the golden shoulder paulders. His crimson cloak was absent this time round. A pair of cream-coloured pants accompanied his attire, completed with the black leather belt and the silver buckle. He carried not his weapons this time, for he thought it unnecessary. It was broad day light, and this was the kingdom of Lyneel. There was little danger to fear in these streets under the Sun. And even if Cain did get into a little bit of trouble, it was not as if he knew not how to defend himself with his fists. Taking one last drag off his cigarette, he tossed it into one of the steel rubbish bins that bordered the pathway, a reasonable distance apart from each other. Blowing the smoke off to the side, the blue-eyed man entered the line of people finally. Keeping his hands in front of himself, he gently shoved and pushed himself all the way to the front. And there, he saw a familiar set of people. The town guards of the Lyneel Kingdom. And on the ground, then, was an old man, covered in a white cloth. Someone had been killed. He furrowed his eyebrows, before allowing his ears to spread as he focused on the murmurs around him. "Did you hear? He was attacked by some drunkards last night, and he was stabbed. No one has any idea who killed him." "I hear he used to be a Marine too. A retiree. Pity." ... Trouble, huh? Cain pouted slightly, musing on the scene. Were it the locals, or perhaps some sailors that had had too much to drink? It was pretty close to the docks, after all. you can't break the broken, TAGGED: n/a NOTES: hope you don't mind the scene. figured cain's standing as a lyneel citizen could overcome that pirate-marine between them. made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[FRANKO GIOVANNI]

Empty, the sky's were blue. Not a single cloud in the sky. It looked like a nice day was ahead of everyone. But it wasn't really the best of days. There was a Death in the city and Franko was sent to investigate. Its a small job to even accept but Franko has a big heart. He didn't care how small the job was. Every job matters. Weather it be someone being murdered or a big tragedy in which calls for more than one marine. Franko will always say yes to anyone that needs help. It didn't take long for him to arrive on the scene. Pushing threw the crowed he stops beside the Lyneel guards. Starring down at a body covered with white fabric. Something very kind to do. No one needs to see a dead old man. He stood there in his full Marine uniform.

Death, the stench of it filled the air of Lyneel. Franko's hazel eyes looked upon the dead man as he kneeled down beside the man, he lifts the fabric to see his face. Looking at his face, that expression on the mans face sent a chill up Franko's spine. It filled Franko with sadness, an empty feeling. Rubbing his chin as he looked at the man. He thought about what needed to be done about this. His hand stopping over his mouth for a moment. "Sorry old man, you didn't deserve something this cruel." He said under his breath, removing his hand. He let out a sigh. Then placed his hand on his knee and stood up. He looked at the Lyneel guards. "Please remove this man from here." He looked at the fabric covered man then his attention went to the crowed. "Ok Everyone, I'd like you all to go back to what you were doing." He demanded the crowed to back off. Enough has been seen here. "Please clear the area!"

Note: Some day I shall find a good posting template. XD

[CAIN VERETICUS]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive "Ok Everyone, I'd like you all to go back to what you were doing." Well, it seemed that the Marine was taking over this scene, huh? Cain chuckled in amusement, wondering what it would have been if he had chosen to be a Marine himself. To be frank, that was a decision that had been troubling Cain for the days past, but not anymore. Not after his conversation and duel with his deceased uncle, as unusual as that sounded. It was a memory, though, that Cain would keep to himself. A memory he held dear. But back to the matter at hand. Cain glanced around slowly, watching as a few of the crowd disappeared almost immediately, while others allowed their curiousity to still get the better of them, as they kept their retreat slow. Their eyes were all fixated upon the corpse, as it was placed upon a wooden stretcher, lifted then by two guards, one on each end. And just as it did, the arm would slip out from under the cloak, hanging off the stretcher, the mere motion causing blood to spray onto the pavement. There was a soft shriek from Cain's left, but he paid it no mind. Instead, the blonde would continue to glance around. There was a little assumption that Cain wanted to test. Considering that the culprits were drunkards, he figured that they might have felt guilty about this. With that said, they would want to see this thing through to the end, and to do as such, they would have to be nearby. Maybe not all of them, but perhaps a chance of a good-hearted fellow who simply was too intoxicated to think straight would come up. And there were many signs of a body to speak of such. And Cain just saw one. A male, on the opposite end of the circle, holding the brim of his cap over his face. And he seemed fidgety, as he glanced left and right, trying to move out of the crowd as quietly as he could. Not discreetly enough for someone as sharp a Cain, though. you can't break the broken, TAGGED: franko giovanni NOTES: looks like this may just turn into an investigation, eh? made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[FRANKO GIOVANNI]

Franko smiled as the crowed cleared out of the area. Well maybe not everyone left. That was fine. Some people just can't help but be curious. Now that the two Guards were loading the man onto the stretcher. Franko decided to take a good look around. So he gazed around, here and there. Taking a look at people that were still here. Some stayed with the look of curiosity. Maybe the killer or killers were still around. In a situation like this, they get pretty guilty. Which means the killer or killers didn't want this, they never do. And it was obvious they didn't want to do this. They were drunk when they murdered this man. Or maybe they weren't. This could have happened on purpose. Franko doesn't know all the facts so it could be possible.

Course it didn't take long before Franko saw someone fidgety. The man wasn't that far away from him so that was good. If this guy decides to leave. Anyone can count on Franko to follow the man. He is a very mysterious person. Polling that cap down over his face. It made him the most suspicious out of everyone that stayed to watch the dead man. Waving good bye to guards Franko decides to go talk to the man. Which of course alerted the man. The guy was pretty cool about Franko approuching him. He just ignored Franko and walked away. Of course thats not going to stop Franko from putting his hand on the mans shoulder. "Hey wait up buddy, I need to ask you a few questions." Franko asked calmly and in a none threatening tone. But of course the man slapped Franko's hand away. He looked a bit messed up. Not knowing if he should be mad or sad. "Bugger off!" The man snapped at Franko with a hateful tone. Franko raised a brow at the mans reaction. He was definitely hiding something. Though weather he's one of the killers or not, he's someone to questions.

"I just want to question you a bit man. I understand this is an emotional time but can't you just let me ask you a few things?" Franko smiled at the man to be a little more friendly looking. Though behind the smile was someone that will half to get rough with this person. Franko wasn't about to let this guy get away from him. Though Franko can't just tackle the man. He's a Marine not a trouble maker. He'd rather settle things before being violent. Though he was thinking of being violent. "Now how about we just stop walking and just go get a drink and talk, c'mon man." Franko placed his hand on the mans shoulder again.

"I said Bugger OFF." The man lost control and soccer punched Franko square in the face. Obviously Franko didn't see this coming. "ooookay, Franko gonna smack a bitch hard." He said while blood dripped down his face from his nose. "STOP RUNNING SO I CAN SHOVE MY FIST DOWN YOUR THROAT!!" Being punched his the face was quite embarrassing. And Franko's pride was pretty bruised right about know. So obviously as soon as he could he began chasing the jerk like an angry bull ready to rip the mans balls off.

Note: lol yeah, a Violent investigation RAWR!!!

[CAIN VERETICUS]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive Cain was a citizen of the Lyneel Kingdom. This was his home. And though he was deciding to abandon it for his dream to see the many Blues, it was still the place where he was born and grew up at. That, and he was the proud son of a Lyneel merchant, and more importantly, a nephew of an ex-marine townsguard. Just like the very man that lay on the stretcher. If anything, he was more emotionally attached to the murder than anyone else here was. For it reminded him of his uncle's own death. And it seemed that Cain was not the only person who had spotted the suspect either. The marine who had taken charge had as well. Hmmm... That'll be useful. As Franko talked to the male to try and get him into a conversation, it worked also to stall the man as Cain made his way casually around the crowd, moving to the outer circle for easier movement. He kept his sapphire eyes on the man, as he clenched his fists and released them, subconsciously trying to flex up his arm muscles. He was half-expecting this to go have to go down with violence, and if that was the case, Cain wanted to be ready. Though he was a self-proclaimed outlaw, wanted by the Marines, he knew that it would only be official once he began sailing under the mark of Jolly Rogers. If he called himself a pirate now out loud, he'd only be a wanna-be, and he was well aware of that. "I said Bugger OFF." The conversation had caused the group around them to spread apart, enlarging the circle that had gathered around the murder scene. The man would draw blood upon Franko's nose, before choosing to retreat. Punching a Marine was pretty much a good enough reason for someone to be arrested. They were, after all, the enforcers of law. And resistance against them meant resistance against the law of the World Government itself. The crowd parted quickly, not wanting to get caught in a stray punch. The sailor thought it possible to escape then, now that his route was clear, but just as he was about to pass through the opening upon the crowd, Cain stepped out from the back, swinging his right arm in. His forearm collided hard with the man's neck area. A clothesline. The sailor fell back, directly down onto the ground on his back. An effective stop to his run. Cain moved quickly, as he knelt down, pressing his left hand down on the man's throat, his right knee on one hand, and placing his right hand down on the opposite shoulder, pinning him down. "And where did you think you would be able to run to, hmm?" you can't break the broken, TAGGED: franko giovanni NOTES: imagine that. a pirate and a marine working together. xD made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[FRANKO GIOVANNI]

Franko felt like a mad bull that just got slapped on the ass. He wanted to punch the man in the face. See how he feels when he's punched. Franko's nose could be broken. Which he probably should get checked. After the chat with this punk. As the man ran away from Franko he kept looking back. He's quite the nervous fellow. But a stupid one because he's about to be caught by a blonde man. Franko halted in his tracks as he watched the man take down the guy like a bull wrangler. Pinning the man down with all the weight he's got and in a great pinning position. Franko felt a little disappointed. He wanted to be the one to take down the guy. He was defused and pushed to the side by this blonde.

"Thats something I should be saying." Franko said while standing next to the blonde. One hand resting on his waste as he put his weight on the opposite leg from the hand. A slight pout to his disappointed expression. Kind of made him look upset with the blonde for stopping the guy. Even though he should feel gratitude. Franko should just be glad the man was stopped. But of course he won't ever be happy about it. This blonde stole his thunder. "Thanks for the help kid." Franko smiled then patted him on the back. Though he had to lean down to do so. Since the lads pinning the guy down. "How about we get this punk up on his feet. I need to take him in for questioning and for assaulting a Marine." He whipped out a small package of kleenex, polling one out he wipes his nose, lip and chin of the trail of blood. Which was almost dry which meant that his nose isn't broken. "Come on pick him up man, I don't have all day." Franko commanded the blonde, impatient as usual and lazy as usual.

[CAIN VERETICUS]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive "Thats something I should be saying." The man struggled slightly, but after the Marine's arrival behind Cain, he knew that it was over for him. With both the Marine and the pirate wanna-be on his tail, there was no way the man was going to be able to get anywhere. Cain turned his head slightly, as he looked over his shoulder, just as the Marine pat his back, thanking him for it. Cain could only nod his head in reply, a soft smirk plastered upon his face. Of course, he was not doing this for him. He was doing it for self-satisfaction. This was a murder akin to that of his uncle's own. And he wanted this one solved, unlike his uncle's. "Come on pick him up man, I don't have all day." Now, see, this was why Cain hated Marines, and had opted not to join them. They were all about heirachy, social status, and orders. There was little freedom for personal choices to be found in the Marines, unless you were strong enough to carry your own influence. Even then, you answered to the World Government. Whatever the case, Cain did not want any trouble for him self, so he did as he was told. Pulling his limbs off the man, he moved quick to grab his collar, before standing up. He pulled the man along with him. And in a fluid movement, he stepped forward with his right leg towards the left, passing the man. At the same time, his right hand would grab the man's own right wrist. And turning on the heels of his feet, he would turn around, while twisting his right arm up. The result was that Cain had swiftly positioned himself behind the man, with his arm in a steady lock, ruining whatever dreams he had initially of running away then. "Here you go, Marine." Cain replied coolly, as he locked gaze with the older man. you can't break the broken, TAGGED: franko giovanni NOTES: n/a made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[FRANKO GIOVANNI]

Suspects, they always seem to run. And almost always hit the authority before running. Life's a bitch when being a low ranked Marine. But its just how it is until this Marine gets promoted. When that'll happen, who knows. Promotions don't happen in a day. One must work for there promotion. Even if they half to do shit jobs like this. So much needs to be done now that he's caught a suspect or at least someone that saw who the villains are in this cruel murder. Though it was the blonde that caught the suspect. But no one needs to know that. That information isn't really important.

The suspect lowered his head in shame. He got caught so quickly. He was a fool for showing his face at the scene of the crime. Though if he hadn't, Franko would of had to work hard to find him or any of the others. Now he's got this guy which means Franko's going to play good marine, bad marine. A slight grin formed on Franko's lips. As he watches the blonde pick up the suspect. "Hey Blondie, why don't you come with me. We can both take this chump in. Maybe have a drink sometime afterwards." Franko smiled at the blonde, scratching his neck a little.

Note: Sorry its short. >.< kinda lost my muse on this post.

[CAIN VERETICUS]

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[atrb=style, background-color: #000000; height: 360px; border-top: 2px solid #C7A317; border-right: 2px solid #C7A317; border-bottom: 2px solid #C7A317; width: 350px; border-bottom-right-radius:4em; -moz-border-radius-bottomright:4em;] remember this feeling, how it feels to be alive "Hey Blondie, why don't you come with me. We can both take this chump in. Maybe have a drink sometime afterwards." Cain glanced towards Franko, taking in his words very carefully. The Marine was asking for his help to bring the man in. And in return, they could have a drink afterwards. Was Franko treating him? If that was the case, then Cain would definitely be all up for it. Which idiot would decline such an offer of free liquor, right? Besides, if this crime was solved and the culprits put behind bars, Cain would be more satisfied about the day. There needed not be a repeat of his uncle's unsolved murder. "Sounds good to me. And it's not Blonide. It's Cain." He replied, obviously finding no fault in revealing his name. As said, there was no clear reason Franko would arrest the blonde. As of then, he was still but a citizen of Lyneel Kingdom. True, he did want to become a pirate, but he had done no acts deserving of a bounty to be formed yet. He was still in the safe zone, in short. "Though, I'd rather have the culprits for this murder caught and settled first." The swordsman continued, furrowing his eyebrows slightly as he looked over his shoulder, towards the direction of the departing town guards, as they carried the corpse with them. He lowered his head, before turning back to Franko. He would wait for the man's cue, before following behind him, keeping his grip on the suspect firm. There was no escape this time. you can't break the broken, TAGGED: franko giovanni NOTES: it's okay. xD made by FLOU of OTE. song is ANTHEM OF THE UNDERDOG, by 12 STONES.

[FRANKO GIOVANNI]

"Ah so blondie has a name. Pleasure to meet you Cain." He said with a smile. Franko didn't even think of names. To not even mention his name was rude enough. Rubbing the back of his neck he looks at Cain. "I'm Franko Giovanni, sorry I didn't mention my name earlier." Franko looked Cain up and down. Taking a good look at him. He made sure to remember Cains face. He must remember that he doesn't know Cain. His name and face are the only things he knows. That and he can take down a man easily. Cain has skill which means he isn't some normal citizen. Franko would half to look in on that suspicion.

Franko is the type of person that if he sees something suspicious. He must make sure who the person is. Later he'll probably take a look in on who this Cain fellow really is. But for now, the two shall take this suspect in for questioning. Then Franko will really need to work on finding the murderers. And look forward to meeting Cain for that drink. He wondered if he'd find out anything about Cain before meeting again. That wasn't for sure. It would probably take awhile to know. Franko has to concentrate on his work. Not waste his time on suspicion. "Alright, Lets take this suspect away." And with that, Franko began to lead Cain and the suspect to there destination.

note: Sorry to end this.