Recruitment

EDITED Radion recruits more members for his gang. Radio the fox is played by Radion, The marten is a zombie that belongs to me.

Today in the black gull tavern is a rather low key day. Well, low key as far as black gull standards go. For the moment, there are no fights despite the large amount of vermin filling the bar area and the tables around as well as just standing around talking and drinking and laughing. At the bar, most don't feel like talking among themselves, as though the bar was more reserved for the loner types. Among those beasts is a black furred fox that keeps mostly to himself, though his eyes constantly flit around as well as his ears twitching slightly at the different sounds around him. He gives a small snicker at some of the conversations he hears, and he takes a large swig of his ale.

Sitting not too far away from the snickering vulpine sits a sleek looking pine marten. The brown furred beast has a splash of yellow fur on her tummy, tail and paws dipped in black. She wears a sleevlees blue vest that leaves much of her belly exposed and dark blue trousers. An otter hide sword belt crosses her chest down to the short sword at her side. The marten may only have an ale in her paws but she certianly looks like one to keep herself well fed. A far cry from obese the beast is still rather overweight. She passes a glance at the fox, feeling like she reconizes him from somewhere but can't quite place her paw on it. She scans him for coin purses and other such valuables.

Radion holds no visible coinpurses or any valuables aside from his bow and daggers. Seasons of experience had taught him that it would be a bad idea to keep anything valuable in plain view unless you couldn't avoid it. The fox, continuing to be ammused by the conversations he hears, chuckles and leans back in his seat, pulling out a dagger and twirling it around in one black furred paw, his eyes flitting around and settling for a moment of the marten before passing her by and examining other beasts.

The portly marten glances away as the fox's gaze land on her. She looks quickly back. She is sure that the vulpine has his face on a wanted poster somewhere. Not that it would help her much, they would just arrest her as well. Drink in paw she swivels around to face the tavern, leanding her back against the tavern bar. "This place seems to liven up when the snow sets in." She says outloud for the fox to hear or...not hear.

Radion's ear twitches, picking up the sound of the marten's voice, and he chuckles darkly. "Aye, that it does. It's quite the place to watch fights for entertainment or rob some others when they're not looking. Quite the place indeed...." Even as he speaks, he never once looks over at the marten, and instead swivels around just like her to watch the tavern as well.

The marten takes a drink of ale to hide her nervous gulp. "Y-yeah, cante imagine too many beasts would try to rob someone here though, too many witnesses and such." She glances at the weasel sitting next to her. Like her the weasel has seen too many seasons of good food if a bit more well rounded. The weasel wearing the green tunic continues to eat at his hearty meal. She eyes his coin purse at his belt. "Hey fox, mind if I borrow your dagger for a moment?"

Radion looks over at the marten, eyebrow raised and expression one of amusement. "And why, may I ask, would you need my dagger?" He asks, examining the marten and memorizing her looks for future reference.

She points to the portly weasel sitting next to her. With a devious grin she whispers, "Me thinks it isn't too early to retract my previous comment about stealing."

Radion narrows his eyes, studying the marten for a few moments before pulling his dagger out. Turning it around in his paw, he tosses it at the marten with the handle facing her for convenience's sake, though he had to admit tossing it blade first would've been entertaining.

At this range the marten probably wouldn't have lived long enough to enjoy the joke. Catching the blade by the handle she swipes at the portly weasel's side in one fluid motion. He doesn't even notice the coin purse fall away. Stuffing the purse into her vest pocket she hands the dagger back to its owner, handle first of course. "Much appreciated. Want me to refill your tankard?"

Radion gives a small grin, though his grin is more of an evil looking thing. "That would be much appreciated, thank you," He says, pushing his tankard down the counter towards the marten as he sheaths his dagger in one fluid motion.

The marten gulps again at the sight, "S-sure thing mate!" she gestures for the clearly overworked ermine waiter to come pour the fox a new drink. Using her ill gotten gains the marten then buys herself a healthy supply of not one, not two, but three whole cherry pies. She savors at the scent and lays into them as the fox is given his drink. To be fair it hasn't been a while since she last ate, but still it is easy to see why she has a very well fed appearance.

Radion snickers at the sight of the marten chowing down, and he takes his drink in both paws, simply content to relax for the moment. "Hmm...you're quite good at stealing...tell me, are you any good at fighting?"

With pie coating her maw the marten looks up to the fox and blinks once. She licks her chops clean and leans back to laugh, "Aye! Can I fight? I'll have ya know that I once bested a badger at paw wrestling. I once tossed three hares into a river...the fighten kind, not those sissy peaceful whelps down in the abbey." All blatant lies of course but the marten sees no harm in bragging a little.

Radion raises an eyebrow. With his experience, he can tell a blatant lie from truth most times, and this time, it seemed as though he marten was just putting a sign on her chest that read, 'LIAR RIGHT HERE!' in big letters. Instead of calling the marten on it, however, the fox gets a small idea, and he stands. "Alright, then maybe you can show me just how well you fight."

The marten's shoot open, "Wait...whot?" She watches the fox rise from his seat and quickly waves her paws in the air, "W-w-wait a moment. There isn't enough room in here ta be fightin! S-some beast might get hurt!" Like herself.

Radion chuckles, raising his voice. "Would you pleasant vermin mind clearing some space for me and my friend here? She's challenged me to a fight, and I'd like a bit of room here." He looks back at the marten, a mischevious, yet deadly look in his eyes.

The marten swallows once again. Her and her big mouth. Mother always said it would lead her to her grave someday. Her father said it was a race between her mouth and her stomach. The marten however has yet to budge from her seat even though the beasts around her have parted to make room. The tavern was a little slow, a fight should spice things up. She glances nervously about, "A fight? With open paws or..." she pauses to take in her own statement, "With weapons."

Radion snickers as he pulls out his twin daggers, holding them in a reverse grip. "Weapons," He says ominously, a large toothy grin on his face. "Don't worry, I'll hold back...some...."

The marten feels her heart stop at the sight. She has no doubt this fox could tear her apart in a heartbeat and with out so much as batting an eye. "Well then..." She shrugs and chuckles, trying to hide the fear growing in the pit of her stomach. "Let's get started." She reaches behind her at the counter and tosses a pie at the fox, aiming for his muzzle.

The sudden pie toss catches Radion off guard, and it smashes into his muzzle, splattering ingredients all over his face. Radion stumbles back, quickly wiping the pie from his eyes with the back of his paw, keeping his paws up to guard himself from any following attacks.

The marten doesn't aim for the fox's paws however and uses the distraction to her advantage. The blade makes a noise as it comes free. The beast rushes forward and stops the sword short on the base of the fox's chest. "Believe me know when I say I can fight?" The marten says playfully to the vulpine.

Radion smirks slightly. "Interesting..." He says, suddenly jerking his paw to the side, causing his dagger blade to slam into the sword blade, knocking it away from his chest, giving him room to take a large step forward to attempt a hard check on the marten.

Gasping in shock the marten is forced into the ground much to the cheers and taunts of the beasts around them. She lays there for a long moment, stunned and dazed. She tries to prop herself up on the floor but the wind is too much knocked out of her to stand back up.

Radion taking another small step forward, the fox presses his footpaw on the marten's stomach. "Are you done?" He asks with a snicker.

The marten props herself up with her paws laying behind her to support her weight, her sword has already parted from her paws the moment she hit the floor. Smily at the fox, admitidly nervously, she replies, "Call it a draw?" she offers. A playfull jest is all she can offer to save her hide at this point. It wouldn't be hard to switch out the paw pressing against her gut with the sharp blade of a dagger.

Radion stares down at the marten for several moments before sheathing both daggers and removing his footpaw, offering his right paw to help her up. "I've seen what I need to see for the moment," He says decisively.

The marten can't hide her sigh of relief that she is still able to sigh in relief. Allowing herself to be pulled up the marten dusts herself off, much to the chagrin of the beasts around them who moan and complain as they return to their seats. They wanted to see blood. "I...see..." The marten really doesn't, but is a little distracted ignoring the other tavern patrons at the moment, "Sorry about the, ah, pie there."

Radion shrugs, wiping a bit more of the pie from his face. "It was a good start. Exactly how I might've started had I been in your position. Say, how would you feel about joining a gang of sorts. One that, oh I don't know, terrorizes others and steals. You know, the sort of thing you seem to be good at." His tone sounds quite innocent, though it's difficult to sound innocent with a face like Radion's.

The marten rubs the back of her neck and she laughs, "Heh, ironically I just left me gang...well, more like they left me. Came back after getting water from the river to see a whole bunch of Militia troops taking their hides back to where ever they call home." Crossing her arms the portly thief tries her best to sound confident. The fox's tone of voice quite honestly, unsettles her. "I might be open to the idea, aye."

Radion chuckles. "Well, I think I would be appreciative to having another member, and I treat my members quite well. In fact, our hunters should be getting back from hunting in around an hour. If you were to hurry, I'm sure you could get to our camp before the hunters return." He sighs, rubbing his muzzle. "That is, if that lot is doing what they're supposed to be doing..." Typical of Radion. Use somebeast else's love of something to bait them into joining his side, as is his normal tactic.

The marten thinks on this, rubbing her own chin as she does. In her own oppinion there is safety in numbers, and the thoat of starvation has been haunting her for a while Since Dylan's gang disbanded. "Alrighty then Fox. Looks like you got yourself a new member. Call me Bushtail."

Radion smiles, gladdened to see the marten thinking of things his way. He offers a paw, saying, "Welcome to the gang Bushtail. You can call me Radion," He says with another toothy grin that might be recognized from wanted posters, considering the fox's interesting sense of humor.

Bushtail gingerly takes the paw and shake sit. She smiles back, its all she can do not to give the beast a terrifed glance. Oh what has she gotten her self into now...

Radion claps his paws together, looking quite accomplished. "Well, in that case, we should be going to the camp. We won't have too long before the hunters get back with their catch, and trust me, I choose very well when it comes to our hunters."