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Started February 11, 2020 by Deleted user

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in this roleplay

yet

(And I won't let that happen)

Hey, it's no problem guys, we're doing fine here on our own ^^ We'll figure it out

Never a fan of hot weather, Rig was quite happy with the current cold snap. It made travelling a lot more comfortable anyways. He'd been on the same road from three days now, with not too much change of scenery. His only real complaint was the way to cooler weather caused him to stiffen up faster than usual, age old wounds and subcutaneous scars acting up just to be a bother. The torn muscle in his shoulder ached, a previously broken ankle requiring extensive stretching before the pain became manageable, joints cracking and snapping as he moved.
I'm not even that old, he complained to himself ruefully. But it had been a staple of his live for a few years now, and he was used to it, even if it never became less annoying.

Vozreal was a travelling merchant He was one of the best merchant, being able to convince someone who hates his business to a loyal customer for years to come.

In the distance, he could see someone. They were muscular. They could be a tanker if they wanted to. Or maybe they already were. Either way, they were a potential customer. They were getting closer.

"Hello! How are you doing today?" Vozreal said with a 1930s radio host type voice. He thought the man would hear him. It would surprise someone who didn't know him at all.

(just to explain my absences, since I know they can get annoying: I'm really, REALLY busy with two jobs, school, and personal obligations. A lot of times I can't even open notebook, since I have to be so focused. So while I will try my best, I cannot promise super consistency. Is that okay with you? If a week passes, then please bump the thread, since there's a chance it may have gotten buried, but otherwise, I still remember you, I'm just super booked ^^)

Rig looked up in surprise, blinking at the man walking towards him. The man had an odd accent he couldn't place, but he was sure he'd never heard it before.
And I've been around, he thought to himself. he continued forwards, offering a slight wave.
"Uh, hey! How ya?"

(Its fine, my guy)
"I'm doing just fine myself, yes indeedy!" Vozreal replied to the man. Vozreal looked him up and down, scanning him to see what to sell him. After a minute, he figured it out.
"Do you need some pain relief? Because I have a lot of medicines and drugs that could help a lot with it!" Vozreal concluded.

Rig's hesitated, wondering if it was that obvious. Maybe he had been limping without noticing it. "Ah, no thanks. I'm fine. Just a little stiff."
He shifted slightly, trying to ignore the way his joints creaked and loose bones grated against each other.
Probably fairly noticeable, he conceded ruefully.

The man's bone could be heard creaking. "My good sir, your bones are creaking. Are you sure you're fine?" Vozreal asked.
"I have everything a man (or woman) could ask for!"

Rig winced. Crap, he grumbled to himself. Damn arthritis.
"Nahh, I'll be fine," he said. "Thanks though pal. Hey, I don't think I caught your name?"

"My name's Vozreal! And you?" He really wanted to help the man.

"Rig," he said, giving the man a friendly, short nod. "Good to cross ya, I guess."

"Wait!" Vozreal said. He wished for some company, and it was also cery dangerous on this roads.
"Can I come with you?" Vozreal asked.
He really needed some protection, after he had made that Deal with Azrael.

"Where ya headed?" Rig asked, shifting to rest his weight on his other leg.

"Oh, I'm just travelling mate, what about you?"

"Ahhh, yeah." Rig waved his hand. "Same, pretty much. You can hang out if ya want."

"Okay!" They decided to walk together.
"So, Rig… Where you from?" Vozreal asked.

"Waaaayyyy up north," Rig replied. "We're talking taiga and tundra kinda stuff, in the arctic. Region called Aup'a. What about yourself? I've been traveling a long time, never heard an accent like yours before."

"I come from a town called Paradox Vortex.No one there has my accent though. Its unique to me only. Whats your favourite type of music?"

"Interesting," Rig says, raising an eyebrow. "I guess I'm good with most stuff, music isn't super important to me. Wouldn't say I have a favorite."

"Okay… What do you do for a living?"

"I fight. 'Bout all I'm good for," Rig said with a laugh. "Ring fights, mainly. It's pretty fun. What about yourself?"

"I'm a merchant, myself. I consider myself one of the best in the world, able to sell fire to a man on the sun."
In the distance, there were several people looking for trouble.

"Huh. Whadda ya sell?" Rig glanced forwards, not too concerned about the distant figures yet. They were still plenty far away, they'd get there soon enough.

"Anything and everything. I got pain meds, to chains, to TVs, etc." The figures were getting closer