Short Lived Obscurity [Cameo]

[Cameo]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;] Cameo stood up and sighed. Does she really want to be rid of me that badly? In one more, most likely futile, attempt to be friendly, Cameo picked up a slightly larger box with both hands and walked alongside Scar. "You know, you're a lot nicer than you let off." He said, commenting on the food. "You can try to cut our conversation short and give me orders after we just met, but I bet you're a big softy deep down~" He wasn't teasing her, but Cameo had an odd feeling that he's going to take a hammer to the gut by the end of this endeavor. Well, either that or a harsh dismissal. As had as it was for him to make friends already, she certainly wasn't making things easier.[/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]tags Alarice   credit table by greyson of btn notes Same here .3.[/style]

[TALLEST SCAR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2m6vdcm.jpg); width: 450px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px B30018;, bTable] To an extent, Cameo was correct. He followed her on her way, and that was okay with her. He did happen to leave the other supplied meant for whomever it belonged behind, though; she could care less. Franky, though, enough food to live is enough food, period. If it wasn't there when he got back, then Alarice didn't feel bad for who was supposed to have it. With the light of the campfire gone... well, yeah, it was gone. Her eyes were adjusted to the darkness more than light still anyways, so she could at least tell what's there and what's not. "Those thieves we killed back there, one of them might have been a softy deep down." One of them could be, imagining a savage, ugly Bokoblin cuddling with a plump cat wasn't very hard for Alarice. It was probable to happen, but it was obviously either rare or one in a million. Whether or not the Bokoblins liked cats didn't matter though, she would have killed them even if they did have a kennel for kittens to play at in the back of the camp.

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[Cameo]

[atrb=cellpadding,20,true][atrb=cellspacing,0,true][atrb=rules,none,true][atrb=style,background:#333;width:338px;text-align:center;border:#1a1a1a 5px solid;font-family:helvetica;][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px 0;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 2px 4px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;width:100px;padding:3px;background:#efefef;display:inline-block;margin:0 0 4px 2px;][/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:10px;font-size:9px;text-align:justify;color:#4c4c4c;max-height:200px;overflow:auto;] "A big softy that steals from and kills unprepared travelers, maybe." Cameo didn't know if Scar was trying to scare him away, use his own words against him, or just make small talk. Either way, he would have to find some way to add to the conversation. This girl was definitely mysterious, but not for any conventional reason. An ex-mercenary with a big hammer counter-stealing from a group of Bokoblin? Not the most common scenario, that's for sure. This obviously calls for some more good ole prying. The slowly chilling night air was growing even more noticeable now that the campfire was no longer in the equation. As Cameo spoke, the occasional white puff of air could be seen escaping his maw. "So, what causes the transition from war-hardened merc to Robin Hood?" He couldn't help but smile at his own question; even if it was just for a moment.[/style][STYLE=border:2px solid #494949;background:#efefef;padding:3px;font-size:9px;text-align:center;color:#4c4c4c;margin-top:4px;]tags Alarice   credit table by greyson of btn notes :l[/style]

[TALLEST SCAR]

[atrb=border,0,true][atrb=cellSpacing,10,true][cs=2][atrb=style, background: url(http://i51.tinypic.com/2m6vdcm.jpg); width: 450px; box-shadow: 0px 0px 5px B30018;, bTable] Alarice took a moment before she replied to Cameo. She looked up to see the moon, in the form of a crescent. How she came to being more than just a paid muscle, she knew it very well. The death of someone loved can change people, how much is changed varies between person. She could have told the truth, but she had only just met Cameo. "No reason." It was kind of cliche to hide things about her past she doesn't like, but she wasn't one to go blurting out her past to every other stranger. The reason she confessed to her job was because it was no secret, and keeping it a secret wouldn't have been easy. "So what do you do, exactly?" She could care less about herself, more or less. She didn't know much about Cameo, and with the questions she answered for him, she felt that he could have done the same. As for the toll the night brought on her, she didn't mind it that much; it was cool, but not to the point of hindering or irritating her.

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