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ClepSword did not notice Quiver?. He was too busy trying to pick out who to toss because he was hit by a rock. Then, noticing the work stoped, he looked around to see what was going on, and noticed Quiver.

Oh, good, an extra pair of hands. He lifted a finger, and pointed to the already deployed supplies. Then to the ship. He hoped that Quiver? got the idea. Then he pointed towards dragn, and to the ship, and to the crew. Different job, but perhaps he will get the idea too. It doesn't matter to him, as long as the job gets done.

Crap! I didn't have enough time to get pay for these guys! Well, it is there falt. I will just have to tell them that.

Damien stood there and looked aound, quickly losing interest in the men, his eyes quickly snapping back to the ship as he noticed the man he had hit earlier stand back up. "That man!" He growled louldy as he took off towards the ship in a sprint, easily scaling the side and grabbing the man, only to drop him on the dock and give him a quick knee to the face. "Remember me, scum?" He whispered, about 3 inches from his face, and his hands on his weapons.

Ten o' clock in the morning July first

The unloading has almost been completed. The fog slowly clearing. Usless conversations were made between ClepSword and some of the sailors. One last paint can was lowered, and ClepSword took it two the pile. Ok, now we just have to take it to the fighters quarters. Everybody grab somthing, and follow me... Ugh, well have to make a second trip...

Sure it is cold out, but ClepSword had been working so hard, haling lumber, rope and paint from the boat to the pile. Sweat drips into his mouth, as he spits the saltyness into the grass. This will all be worthit. At least I don't have to set it up! Hehehe. Not that I mind doing it, but this should just be good exercise.

He notices Damnin getting into a fight with one of the sailors, but just roles his eyes. He'll get whats coming to him. One man cant take on this many. Ill stop it if it gets two bad, but perhaps the sailor is just drunk or somthing.

Damien stood quickly and kicked the pitiful man at his feet in the ribs hard, causing him to double up in pain. He grinned as he watched more men rush him and laughed as he launched one over his back as the sailor dived at him "Try harder than that!" Damien growled as he grabbed another man by the throat before the sailor could use his arm length as an advantage, unsheathing his sword and pointing it at the man before him, the tip digging into his throat "So, anyone else want to try then?" Damien growled as he looked at all the men quckly.

ClepSword, taking notice to the ruckus, patiently walked towards Damien, and taped his hip. Looking up, he said "Now Damien, these men are helping us economically. We want to give them a good treatment. Put your weapon away." This was with complete patients. He did not want to bring out his military voice, or he may be recognized.

With sirius eyes, and an annoying grin, hidden behind his beard, he waited for Damien to show some sort of reply.

Quiver? had been working hard, listening in on conversations, and throwing in the rare comment. The sailors did not seem to mind, and, looking past the strangeness, started to actually get along with Quiver?. There had been times he had actually boarded the ship, and would ask a crew member what to do with what. The ship fascinated him, and he wanted badly to go sailing.

Suddenly, he herd a man growing, as if he had gas pains. He, along with other men, and a few women, looked down over the docks. They did not see anything. Noting more then the hair on ones head anyways. So, Quiver? jumped down, to see Damien ducking it up with some sailors. Damien pointed his sword at a sailor's neck, growing at all the men. Quiver? suddenly felt targeted, for he is in the same crowd as all these men.

Sheesh, these men talk a lot about there fights, and how they are SOO GREAT. I didn't think they would just pick on anyone who is not human. Wait... I don't look like human... ClepSword is not human. What could be the problem?

not wanting to help any more and well haven't helped yet dragn decided to leave and go find something funner to do
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Damien looked down at the little man and smiled "This is my most sincere welcome!" he boomed, letting the man go and aiming a high kick to connect perfectly with the sailors head, dropping him instantly. Damien then stood back and watched the rest of the men as he made his way off the dock.

ClepSword chuckled, and let Damien go. He waved to anyone who would be paying attention, to come and finish the job. The men hesitated before moving any, then slowly stood by ClepSword. Every one of the sailors on the dock grabed somthing from the pile, and followed ClepSword as he lead his way to the fighters area. Most of the pile had been moved. Only one trip more was necisary to be made.

((OOC) For those who can, to fighters classes, for others, story here continues.)

Damien stood there silently, his sword still held in his hand and breathing heavily as he watched the little man walk away "I will be watching this one" He said quietly to himself as he sheathed his sword quickly.

Quiver? grabs some lumber, and starts to stack them, then with one of the crew members, they carry the wood, with some tires laying on top, and follow ClepSword. Quiver? and this man did not coop-orate very well, and ended up tripping in the gravel. Neither of them took anything personally, there was just no communication between the two, so eventually things were sorted out, and they were both comfortable with the way things were being done. Just one other problem. The line ahead of them moves painfully slow, and this load was heavy, though Quiver? would not admit it.

Suddenly out of no where, the sun had shone through the clouds, and warmed Quiver? to the bones. He stopped for a moment, before they were to walk into the shadow of the trees, or a cloud covered the sun again, just to get bumped in the back by the person he was caring the lumber with. Oh, sorry guy, the fog is lifting, come stand over here, it's warm.

"No thank you, I just want to get ride of this, and check out that inn over there."

Ah, David will be happy to see some company.

They continue, towards the fighters classes, warm now work, and cooled down by sweat, nothing from the weather.

ClepSword arives at the docks, to find a man awating by the ship. All is visible, and the day is bright, with clouds covering the sun on and off.

This man is the captain of the ship, waiting to descuse turms of pay. "We delivered, and expect a profit from it."

You realy didn't give me any time to work up any way of pay. You came early, which I apprechiate, but you cant realy expect me to have somthing to give back.

The captain looks at him cross, crouches down, and grabs him by the sholder. "Lets descus this in privet." ClepSword fallows the captain up some ropes, on onto the ship, where they have a conversation.

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[left] In about an hour, ClepSword slides down a rope, and off the ship. A loud horn is blown, calling all the crew back. Clep looks at the missing pile, and smiles. All equipment is ready for setting up, and classes will be soon to start.

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As if sleeping outside was not enough, being tired all morning, all this work was droped on top. But Quiver? enjoyed it. Work is always so much beter when there is company. Classes should start soon, so that makes him realy exited. But what to do for the rest of the day? Warm sun and a cool breeze fill Quiver with joy, slaping a smile on his face. He starts to fantasise, as he makes his way

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