A Gun, a Grudge, and a Past

[leviathan]

Lev was laying half on and half off his bed looking at the mirror upside down. He had tried to try a new method of sketching. It hadn't turned out all that good. He wanted to draw himself while upside down. Of course not being used to the motions of drawing upside down the picture turned out poorly and he scrapped it.

Rev had been partaking in other important matters. He had painted another picture of a certain someone who he cared about dearly. It was a woman in her twenties. She had fair hair and beautiful eyes. His walls were filled with sketches, paintings, and all sorts of artwork pertaining to her. He was running out of space, but he could never stop drawing her over and over again.

Lev stood up and walked into his brother's room and knocked as he entered. "Come on my alcoholic brother we don't need to be late for the market. Most of the stores should be opening soon and we should try to get to the artisans booth before it gets full."

Rev sat the painting on his bed and grabbed his bag from the wall. He pushed Lev gently out of the way and walked into the living room and opened the fridge. He grabbed a few beers and put them in his bag, making sure they couldn't break. "Alright I'm ready to go."

Lev grabbed his bag from the counter and together the two brothers left their house and headed towards the market. The city wasn't all that peaceful, but they tried to run their lives as normally as possible whenever they could.

[Darkjak87]

Zrion was very tired today. He had been up the whole night, as Zephan had recently developed a problem with snoring. It was the reason he was in a rather black mood with the ottsel sitting on his shoulder. He was currently in the market, having had to get up and do his job anyway.

[leviathan]

Lev and Rev stopped at the artisan's booth first and sold all of the art they could for what they could get. They left with their wallets a bit fatter and began to look around. They stuck together and just went around the stalls trying to find something they might like.

Lev considered getting a new tattoo but he didn't know where to put it. His arms, back, and torso were pretty much full, and the tattoos on his legs took up a good bit of space too. So he left it for now and decided to move on with his brother to just look around.

Rev wanted to go look around for alcohol, he knew his brother wouldn't like that so he decided to leave that for another day. He lingered by a jewelery stall and gazed at the rings. His hand went to his neck where his shirt bulged a little bit. It was where he kept the ring on a leather thread. He was pulled off by his brother to look at another stall. They didn't buy anything other than a few packets of paints.

[Darkjak87]

Stiffing another yawn, Zephan spoke up. "Sorry about keeping you up, you really should have called in sick if you couldn't even stay awake. You and I both know that you couldn't hit anything with that gun when you're tired." Zrion grumbled a response, even though he agreed.

[leviathan]

Rev was now bored but something caught his eye. It was a freedom league guard. He truly hated them but this one caught his eye. He was beating down a woman for some reason. Sneaking closer he took in information from what the guard was saying. The man was corrupt and he enjoyed using his power to hurt others. He was only slapping this woman around because she refused to sell herself to him. This type of men were lower than slime in Rev's eyes. Stepping forward he took out his staff and slammed it into the face of the guard. The woman took this chance to flee, while the guard was knocked backwards.

Lev had watched what Rev had done. He agreed with Rev's actions and knew why he did them were for the right reasons. But assaulting a guard in broad daylight where countless other guards were located was just plain stupid.

[Darkjak87]

Zrion looked around, he had seen what the guard was doing. He would have done something about it, as he did outrank him, but Rev got to him first. Considering for a moment, Zrion smirked and decided to not intervene. He did deserve it after all.

[leviathan]

The guard that got punched signaled for help and several guards came to his assistance. Before they could even draw their weapons Lev smacked them around with his staff. "Try and draw your weapons on my brother and you'll go down faster than you can blink."

Rev punched the man with his left hand then using his staff tripped the guard while he walked backwards from the punch. More guards were coming to the aid of the man who unfortunately they were under. They liked some of his ideas but they weren't fast enough on the draw.

[Darkjak87]

Scowling now, he didn't know what to do. He disliked seeing his comrades die, the two who seemed to have good beliefs were being attacked, and he couldn't do anything without being questioned for it.

[leviathan]

in: they aren't dieing just being knocked out

rp: Lev knocked out another two and twirled his staff. "Come on if your going to attack someone who hates fighting attack harder. If you hadn't tried to attack my brother i probably wouldn't be bashing in your skulls right about now.

Rev kicked the man in the face making him bleed. He was enjoying beating the snot out of a guard. He had waited a long time just watching them wishing he had a reason to hurt them at that moment. Now that he had it he was going to enjoy it.

[Darkjak87]

Zrion walked over. "Alright enough!" The guards instantly enough, recognizing his black armor as an assassin's. "All of you, leave. I'll take care of this." They all left. Zrion lowered his voice. "Unless both of you want to keep fighting, you'd better go."