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Who: Rakath and ?????
What: Rakath receives another business offer in light of recent events
When: Sometime after Rakath dumps off Ray and before the Star Market
Where: Agrabah
Status: COMPLETE
About a day or so after Rakath's newer declaration of purpose came to light, he'd been contacted by an individual from Agrabah. Said individual was hesitant to provide details on their identity aside from that they were in Agrabah and apparently one of the Refugees had taken something important from them. Rak would need to be seen in person to receive the details on the deal and solidify the specific terms of the contract. The person was especially insistent on this matter and thankfully provided Rakath a name, though he (apparently) insisted that "Abyssmal" was just an alias. A location of meeting was also provided.
The place in question was, nicely put, a teeming den of thieves squirreled away in the Agrabah slums. Here all manner of thug and scum would congregate and enjoy their spoilers, brag of their tales, or recruit muscle for their cause. The guard rarely ventured here as a confrontation in this place would prove to be too damaging for either side. This also made it the perfect place to conduct shady business outside the watchful eye of the Sultan; in fact Jafar had frequented this place while in disguise while he had served as the royal Vizer.
The tavern was infested with bad smells and worse lighting when Rakath had arrived. Only a few patrons would dare look up and sneer at him openly before quickly looking away before eye contact could be achieved. He could feel eyes upon him from the many dark corners of the room, sizing him up. The sensation was short lived, being a den of thieves, it was understood that ultimately, you didn't pay no mind to the business of others here and they didn't pay no mind to yours. A troll of a man presided over the bar, well over six feet tall and with a large scraggly black beard.
Of those in the bar, only this man willfully attracted Rakath's attention. "You're looking for someone." Spoken like a demand, his voice easily cut through the ever-present murmurs and whispers that rattled throughout the room.
What: Rakath receives another business offer in light of recent events
When: Sometime after Rakath dumps off Ray and before the Star Market
Where: Agrabah
Status: COMPLETE
About a day or so after Rakath's newer declaration of purpose came to light, he'd been contacted by an individual from Agrabah. Said individual was hesitant to provide details on their identity aside from that they were in Agrabah and apparently one of the Refugees had taken something important from them. Rak would need to be seen in person to receive the details on the deal and solidify the specific terms of the contract. The person was especially insistent on this matter and thankfully provided Rakath a name, though he (apparently) insisted that "Abyssmal" was just an alias. A location of meeting was also provided.
The place in question was, nicely put, a teeming den of thieves squirreled away in the Agrabah slums. Here all manner of thug and scum would congregate and enjoy their spoilers, brag of their tales, or recruit muscle for their cause. The guard rarely ventured here as a confrontation in this place would prove to be too damaging for either side. This also made it the perfect place to conduct shady business outside the watchful eye of the Sultan; in fact Jafar had frequented this place while in disguise while he had served as the royal Vizer.
The tavern was infested with bad smells and worse lighting when Rakath had arrived. Only a few patrons would dare look up and sneer at him openly before quickly looking away before eye contact could be achieved. He could feel eyes upon him from the many dark corners of the room, sizing him up. The sensation was short lived, being a den of thieves, it was understood that ultimately, you didn't pay no mind to the business of others here and they didn't pay no mind to yours. A troll of a man presided over the bar, well over six feet tall and with a large scraggly black beard.
Of those in the bar, only this man willfully attracted Rakath's attention. "You're looking for someone." Spoken like a demand, his voice easily cut through the ever-present murmurs and whispers that rattled throughout the room.
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Date: 2009-08-13 12:01 am (UTC)Reading over the rules again, Aya nodded, then rolled her eyes. "No, Rakath, trust issues have no place in important business like this." She'd learned her lesson anyway, the only thing she could really trust him to do was follow the contract to the letter. Even then that bothered her since he was just as likely to find a way around the contract and screw her over if needed. She'd have to be careful, but more importantly, Rak didn't have to know she was being careful.
Fighting back a scowl at what she perceived as sarcasm, she tapped a finger to the paper. "Seems so. Then we're in agreement?"
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Date: 2009-08-13 12:14 am (UTC)"If you think this is enough rules on the contract, I'm ready to sign if you are."
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Date: 2009-08-13 12:22 am (UTC)no subject
Date: 2009-08-13 12:31 am (UTC)Rakath put his name down on the document. Or rather, the name everyone knew of him. No other name was his anymore. For the last year that name was lost, no reason to dig it up now or any other day.
- Rakath Talyn -
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Date: 2009-08-13 12:40 am (UTC)- Aya -
"Well. I guess that's that." She said, folding her arms and eyeing Rak. "So, you gonna go or am I going to have to go chasing after you to keep up appearances?"
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Date: 2009-08-13 12:50 am (UTC)The purple haired man jetted out of the dive, the damage he caused from his escape caused a barfight in the front. Rakath knows how to make a diversion.
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Date: 2009-08-13 01:11 am (UTC)The moogle gave Aya a questioning look.
"Oh, you know how it goes. Keep your friends close..." Aya smiled a little as she left through the back.