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(so far your probably one of my favorites. one of the most creative characters Ive seen with some real depth. i like it :3) The man continues to glower, unphased by the threat, then abruptly releases a booming laugh. leaning back he chuckles thunderously, before reaching down almost before shinjo can react and picking him up in a huge bear hug, setting him on the front step like he was no more then a feather. "Not bad my friend! sorry about that, but we get some real wusses out here and its MY job to test each person's mettle before they sign up for the real expedition. M'name's Barrington, but you can call me Bear, like everyone else, if you want to keep all ten fingers, catch my drift? come on inside, you were the last man. Ill introduce you to the whole crew." He practically drags you through the door, chuckling as you see three men sitting inside the cabin. One man was sitting at a table with an eyepatch, graying hair, and two Wakizashes next to him in black, heavy Scabbards. He is wirey and average height, with a scar on his shoulder that looks like a sword cut, and seems to glare at whatever he looks at. Bear points at him first. "That there is Jefferson, his talent is making something immune to gravity for ten seconds, exactly." He points to the next man, fairly tall with pitch black hair covering his eyes. a quiver and a hand-held crossbow, van-helsing style, sit next to him on a stool. He has heavy combat boots and a more muscly frame, he seems to be vacantly gazing at one of the picture frames on the wall. "This is Thomas Snake. his surname means fact that he's a Bastard child, and don't get that mixed up with an insult. It means his dad ran out on him without even leaving him a real name, the town found him being warmed by a snake in the gardens, and no one wanted to claim a kid like that. He's grown up here as a guard." You notice Jefferson didn't get a background speech, and Bear doesn't seem to have noticed a skip either as he moves on. "And finally we got... ahh.. whats' yer name again sir?" The portly man smiles at shinji, seeming to be the nicest of the three, he walks up and shakes his hand. "Nice to meet you, im Mr. Roberts, I'm the hiring merchant for this trip. I'll expect you to refer to me as such for our business duration. I'll fill you in on the details in the morning, i believe I owe you the first half of our agreed sum?" He reaches into a leather purse at his side and pulls out 100 coins in a single hand, dropping them into shinjo's pocket in one fluid movement. "There ya go my good chum, now that we have introductions out of the way, I will see the rest of you in the morning, there is an Inn just over the hill, good day to all of you." He quickly waddles into a backroom, closing the door without waiting for a goodbye as Bear sits down, nodding to Shinjo. It looks like he is staying close. The other two head out, both in the direction of the Inn. What now?
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Shinjo kept his eyes narrowed for those tense few seconds, fingers brushing the grip of one of his blades, before the big man burst into laughter. He had to resist the urge to suddenly strike out at the big man before he lost the chance altogether, getting pulled up into an embrace that nearly crushed the breath out of him! He tried to maintain his composure as the situation was explained to him, and not give in and draw in great breaths to soothe his lungs.
Relaxing somewhat, he followed Barrington inside now that he had been accepted into the group and nodded to each man as he was introduced, simply stating his name as "Shinjo" when his turn came. Then, with everything happening in a flash, he was given his initial payment as the group split up for the night, with only bear remaining. "My thanks for the acceptance" he said before giving a bow. "I will return in the morning to fulfill my promise". With that he turned and headed back out into the town in search of somewhere to stay. Although he now had funds, Shinjo was sorely tempted to just do what he does on the road and find a dark corner to rest in. Not only would it be less expected for promising thieves, he would resemble a pile of rags more than a sleeping man, and it would save money for provisions