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Knaiville's Nuanced Nature; A search for a rogue agent - Recruit or Assault?
Topic Started: Apr 3 2010, 05:45 PM (674 Views)
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Knaiville was a simple city, modelled after a mixture of rennaisance and mideival living styles, the citizens preferring this over modernized living. It was centered around a castle, which also served as the city hall, civil court, and home of the mayor. The people wore clothing appropriate to the times, the police were trained as knights as well as officers, and most people were working, or painting, or training. Things like that. The view was full of greenery and wildlife on the way, and all the smells of normal urban life had been replaced by pure nature... in all good and bad manners of it. As they approached the oversized village, smoke and steam filtered into the local smell as well, among other things.

The students of Shibusen were being brought to the city in a horse-drawn carriage, the driver an old, but hospitable man who had been bringing people across for years. He would chat freely if the passengers deigned to speak with him, but in the end, he'd bring them to the castle, and they would be escorted to the throne room, where the 'king,' or rather, the mayor, awaited. When they arrived, he would rise, and smile to them. "Greetings, warriors of Shibusen! My name is Dominic, and I hope that I, and all in my town, can help you in your task here. Just, please, respect our way of life during your stay, and try not to cause too much destruction, if a fight is necessary."

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Edited by KenpachiZara, Apr 3 2010, 05:46 PM.
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Sockface strolled through the streets. He had been dropped off close by to the ‘kings’ palace, but had no real intention of going and talking to officious people. Instead he had thrown a ‘I’m just a teddy bear...’ and had been overlooked. It was a tad depressing that even his team mates didn’t seem to have figured out that he was alive yet (or in fact care), but then it could just have been that he was that good. It was also worrying that the three had been chosen as three people with ‘brains’ that ‘knew how to use them’ but he had managed to separate from his team without even so much as a by-your-leave. Sockface rubbed his hands together, eager to go on a bit of a sight-see and to start the search. He didn’t need to eat or sleep (although he liked to drink) and so for him it would simply be a search without rest until he had come to the bottom of matters. Hopefully there would be very little fighting.

The road seemed to be made of hard packed sawdust, and there was (at the small meister’s level) the smell of horse dung permeating the air. Sockface wandered to and fro, taking a circuitous route through town to avoid notice where possible. The sun hung just past its peak in the sky, half laughing, half panting, and shade was more than welcome. People and animals seemed to have retired for an afternoon siesta, with only a few still working hard. Overall the town seemed quiet, and relaxed. It almost seemed impossible to imagine any evil doers at all.

‘Ah doubt Ah’ll see any action until nightfall... so until then...’

Sockface wandered towards a bar, hoping that they served sock people, and that they accepted money of the usual sort. Besides (he told himself) bars were the stereotypical area of choice for finding out information. In the bar, the living doll paused. There seemed to be a number of people having a mid-day drink and chat, and several of them seemed to be knights.

‘wow knights! Fahntahstic!’

Sockface wanted to examine their armour, and see how heavy it was. He didn’t quite know why but he had started to grow a fascination with finding out how heavy things were, and he’d always wondered how he’d weigh up against a set of knight’s armour. Feeling conspicuous, Sockface wandered over to the bar and pulled out a deathnote he had kept in his stitching under the presumption that he may be able to find a ‘ye olde’ tavern. He gazed silently at the barman, pushing the money gently over the counter towards him.
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Den wasn't sure what to expect of the city of Knaiville, probably like a generic city, but he definately was not expecting what he was seeing. The city had a rennaisance-medieval look and atmosphere to it and Den found it interesting each times they pasted a police officer/knight, promising himself if he got a chance he'd try out their armors' appearances, although since it was a promise to himself he'd probably forget if that chance wasn't soon.

Once they reached the castle and went inside to talk with the mayor Den was more in awe of the interior of the castle and almost missed Mayor Dominic's greeting.

"Nice to meet you Mayor Dominic, we'll try to keep damage to minimum if a fight does break out, and i don't think we'll have many problems with your lifestyle. Now what can you tell us of the situation?" said Den, figuring a greeting would be best before asking about the situation.
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Blue had been thinking quite carefully on what he was supposed to do on this trip to Knaiville. “Hopefully this won’t be too much fighting..” He murmured to himself. The teen and his fellow students were currently riding on a horse-drawn carriage (something Blue was quite fascinated with, and enjoyed the ride) until they finally arrived at the ‘King’s Castle.’ Before entering Blue looked around to find that the plushie/bear thing had disappeared off somewhere. Strange… he thought to himself. Just before he was about to enter the castle he took a look at the Knightly Guards. They looked like the Generic Knights, handsome, with parted brown hair and shiny armor. The teen sighed and entered the castle, finding that the King was giving the students a welcoming speech. Blue listened intently to the and nodded, agreeing with Den. “Y-yes..we’ll try to keep destruction to a..minimum.” He heard Den ask the King a question. I feel so…useless. he thought to himself. Well, there isn’t much to do but listen to the King’s answer.
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The mayor looked at the two, nodding slowly, before speaking again. "I believe that your... 'Shinigami' had said that three warriors would be sent. Where is your third, I wonder," he asked, speaking as slowly as he had nodded, enunciating each word clearly. "All I know is what the townsfolk have seen fit to share with me, that there is a person amongst us who has risen from the grave, with skill and power befitting one trained in the use of a blade, who has been stalking the shadows, shedding the blood of your prey and that of our knights. With that said... Please, enjoy your stay in our town, and take care of your business here in a timely manner. Thank you for taking the time to come here." He flared his kingly cape a bit to keep it from getting wrinkled beneath him as he sat down, and rested an elbow on the throne's arm, and his head on his hand, using his other to motion for the duo to be on their way. "I wish you the best of luck. Perhaps the peasants will be of more help to you." As he said this, a scribe approached with more forms to be read and stamped by the mayor.

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By and large, few people really noticed Sockface, though the few that did were inclined to keep their mouths shut anyway, since talk of a strange, animated cloth thing wasn't likely to earn them anything but a room at the loony bin. He would indeed find a tavern the Brazen Bear's Brewery, where the barkeep did, in fact, resemble a bear, due to his massiveness and hairiness, though he somehow managed to keep any hair from getting into a mug of brew. When he saw the strange creature pushing money towards him, he picked up the money and pocketed it, while looking at the notebook. Asking no questions, he quickly put the requested drink together, and set it down on the counter in front of it. Bart Ender, you see, had seen far stranger than a haunted doll asking for alcohol. The knights assigned to keep order in his bar had shared these experiences, and so were equally comfortable with it, though the others in the bar stared in confusion and amazement, some swearing off drinking on the spot, others saying they needed to get more of whatever was in their mug at the time, and yet others just remaining silent. Brief chatter went on around him, and some conversations resumed as if Sockface had never even entered.
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Sockface dipped his hand into the beer to soak it up, glad that there had been no troubles with the death-note money, nor with questions, but then, that’s what he liked about pubs the most, the unspoken communication. Bartenders were usually fairly happy to serve anyone who was of age (or was made of hessian), and had the cash. At first the drink quickly soaked into his arm, but as the stuffing there became saturated, the process slowed down. Sockface made no attempt to hasten up his drinking, as there seemed to be at least an hour if not three or four before sun set, and Sockface wished to harmonise the slow seeping of light from the land with the consumption of the last golden dregs of his beer from the stein. Although the beer tasted terrible, and was cellar cooled, rather than cooled via modern conveniences, the atmosphere of the tavern more than made up the difference. There was the slight scent of hay, and of the body odour of men come in from work (thankfully the latter was not overpowering). There was a happy buzz of conversation that was almost as warming as the rays of the sun. Something about the tone suggested everyone was friendly, if somewhat tired from a day of honest toil.

After a while of letting the drink and conversation wash over him (and occasionally sink in) Sockface began to tune in more on what the knights were saying. It wasn’t anything they said in particular that alerted the sock doll, it was more the way their tone of conversation suddenly turned chilly in an otherwise warm atmosphere. They seemed to be speculating about some kind of ghoul that was attacking knights and kishin-eggs... or something. The hessian meister had a little difficulty making out what was being said but it seemed important. Although the knights quickly moved on to other topics, Sockface’s thoughts had been set in motion. Where to find the recently arisen from the grave? Why not try... the grave. It may have been the beer but that made sense to Sockface. He also started to wonder if it would have been prudent to find out who had died recently, or if there had been any recent arrivals to the town... perhaps people in a dark cloak, top hat, and with a large black twirly moustache. If the problem had only just started, it was either a newly dead, OR a new finding/arrival of necromantic powers. The living doll sat and pondered the best course of action. He could go to the grave yard, and hope that whatever it was sprang every night fresh from the earth. He could also have a bit of a look around to see if any of the graves had been disturbed. On the other hand, he could find a night patrol of knights (ho hum) and join them in the vague hope that they would be attacked. Either way he could check up the next day on new arrivals or late departures (as it were) if he ran into a big fat nothing.

Deciding to start his research in the grave yard, Sockface beckoned the barkeep closer, and with his non-soggy hand, made the requisite physical contact to inquire directions to the graveyard. It was a curious thing; Sockface could see, hear, smell, touch, and taste (to an extent) but he lacked a mouth for speaking. He had never worked up the courage to ask Stein why he lacked a mouth. Instead he was left with the sort of communication that was enjoyed between a weapon and a meister, that is to say, if in contact with another person, the living doll could speak directly mind to mind. It was ok as long as Sockface had a good resonance with the other person, which he usually did. Leaving the bar, the doll used a nearby water trough to sober up (despite the fact that he then had to wring himself out for a good ten minutes). Continuing on into the dying light, the hessian meister felt better for the water. He hurried to the graveyard, hoping to see it by the light of day before having to face possible danger there by night. If he couldn’t find a grave that had been disturbed, he would simply wait at the entrance, and if more than one grave was disturbed he’d have to be on the lookout for a necromancer. Either way he hoped this might point his inquiries in the correct direction.
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As they were pretty much kicked sent out to get their mission done Den decided to take the mayor's advice and ask some locals. He already heard the details behind the mission, but as they were rumors Den figured it'd be best to see what the people of Knaiville have to say on the matter, but he was not one for asking people things multiple times. Someone should go investigate the alleys and backstreets as well, which he might as well do as he'd meet far less people thus having less questions to ask. Not only that, the fact that three people were supposed to be on this mission was bothering Den.

"You there!" he said pointing to the blue haired person, rather not asking for his name but investigating it later unless told, "You go ask people about the rumors, and I'll go look in the alleys and backstreets... Was there really a third person with us?" It took a moment for Den to formulate the correct question before asking and simultaneously changing the topic.

Den waited for a moment for an answer and confirmation that the blue haired person agreed with the plan before rushing off and searching through some alleys. Whenever he was willing and came across someone he would ask, "Anything strange happen?" sometimes shortening it or mixing up some words but otherwise he would just listen as people pass and maybe follow them for a bit if they happened to be talking about the rumors.
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Blue sighed. This was going to be a long day. Or night. Den told him to go ask people about the rumors and then asked him about the third person. “Well, I did see this big teddy bear on the carriage..” he said quietly. But it appeared that Den didn’t hear him as the teen had dashed off. Blue turned and walked towards the Town Square. Which wasn’t so hard to find since it was a large square, full of people and what-not. Luckily he had brought some spare change and bought some roasted meat. While the man (rather beefy himself) was getting the food ready for him, Blue asked, “Erm, I’m new to this town. Can you tell me about this…rumor about a..zombie?” He asked timidly.
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The citizens that Den questioned all had different reactions to the outsider, from friendly hospitality all the way to open assault, though those that struck out were quickly held back by their peers, to avoid them getting hurt by the (supposedly) mighty Shibusen's advocate. Those that would speak to him each had differing tales as well, as none had more than a very lacking factual knowledge, and rumors had been flying around like birds, warping and changing in chaotic fervor. There wasn't much for entertainment in this town, after all, so something as unusual and mysterious as these events was bound to draw attention and excitement from at least a few of the villagers, if not all of them.

"He's ten feet tall and can snap a man in half one-handed!"
"She's just a kid, or so you might think, but she has strange magic. I hear she turned someone into a kitten once!"
"Sheesh, that whippersnapper's all you youngins ever talk about, and ya can't even getcher stories straight!"
"It's a priest from a mountain far away, using holy miracles to save us all! Don't you dare call him a zombie!"
"Who knows, maybe it's some demon worshipper who decided to try repenting, or something like that. Do you want a drink or what?"

These and anything in-between were the answers he'd get, and the things he'd hear. The most consistent trait was a constant trail of smoke that would follow the wanderer, for some reason or another; the locations they mentioned were all over town, but one place rose above the others: The church.

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Blue, having asked one person, got one response. The butcher looked at him when asked about a zombie, and grumbled a bit as he hefted up a large piece of meat and started cutting it into smaller pieces. "Ain't no zombies 'round this shop; bad fer business to have rotting meat. Though, if yer thinkin' o' lookin' for that 'hero' the kids keep talking about, you might want to ask the lord for help, seein' as tha's the only one who can help ye at this point. The church up on yon hill is the only one in town," he said, motioning with his cleaver out the window, towards an old style church, surrounded by a cemetary. There was a crowd leaving the building at the moment, and a priest at the doorstep waving to them, though it was hard to see all this in the distance. "Now... Let's finish our business here so you can get to that, shall we?" He put the meat in a box, and handed the fairly heavy load to Blue, taking the money in exchange. The villagers had to keep up on modern currency with outside civilization, so it wasn't a big deal for them at this point.

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Mr. Ender watched the wicked-looking doll drain his brew slowly, the sun setting as the last of the drink entered the strange creature's body. He had been keeping his eye on the thing since it walked in, serving up requested drinks and collecting money reflexively. He had no open signs of hostility, but he wanted to make sure his bar was safe and sound; in addition, he could tell that the doll thought his brew was unsatisfying, in the way only one who spent his life around alcohol might know the reactions to it, even if a proper face was lacking on this particular subject. However, when it communed with him, it wasn't a complaint about the drinks, but a question about the cemetary that was pushed into his mind. He directed the doll to the same building the butcher had pointed out to Blue, and gave a gruff warning to watch out for the younger priest-apprentices, who might be overzealous in their attempts to exorcize him without understanding the situation. In fact, they had just been beaten down a couple weeks ago, by a woman they had recklessly assaulted, who struck Bartholemeu Ender as a trained fighter, from the sights he'd seen in bar fights. Finally, he bid the doll farewell, and went back to business.

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The church was more complex than it seemed, though very traditional, with stained-glass windows, holy symbolism, and various other things about. Priests and their students tended to the church, cleaning up after the afternoon services, wearing robes suited to their individual status and rank in the church's little hierarchy. Only one outside these ranks remained in the church, having been permitted to remain by the head priest, since she had nowhere else to go, and had taken care of the duties of the apprentices she'd injured two weeks ago. The woman had unduely short-cut hair, a black, long traveller's cloak with a skull-shaped clasp, and modern clothing below that, grey and black being the primary hues. Her neck was never bare, always hidden by her cloak or a scarf, or some similar convenience, and only the now-silent apprentices knew what lie behind these coverings. At her hip, a small blade, blessed by the priests there for some hopeful advantage against the creatures of evil that occasionally invaded. She sat on a bench, praying silently, her head bowed in humility.
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Going by what the villagers said it probably has been told a lot of times already, the stories were wild and it was difficult to discern similarities, but the most common thing had something to do with the church in knaiville and something about it being a hero. In any case, nothing suspicious in the back streets and alleys, not yet anyway, and the church was a location that would be investigateable.

Den pondered looking for the blue haired guy he was with, looking for the third guy was out of the question for he didn't know who he was or what he looked like and the blue haired guy didn't know who it could be, but at the mention of a doll Den just left feeling that wasn't really important. Either the third guy wasn't here yet or he somehow got here early. Either way Den took looked around on his way to the church hoping to find the blue haired guy. If Den couldn't find him he would probably end up here anyway as Den asked him to ask people about rumors.

The church was very traditional and a bit more complex than Den figured it would be, but he eventually figured out where the services would be held, they apparently had dorms or something, maybe it had students or something, perhaps the priest, or priests, lived here. As he pondered this though a deacon passed him.

Den began to follow the deacon hoping to ask him something, but he couldn't do it, being raised not to ask question but to figure things out by himself had permeated his being and it was hard to ask questions from people he knew unless he was aiming to annoy, but asking a complete stranger was harder. Eventually the deacon got annoyed by his new shadow and turned around to face Den.

"May I help you with something?"

Den tried to ask a question but it got messed up a couple of times before he asked the right question, "Um, yeah. Do you know if you have a bishop, i mean do you know where the bishop is? I mean the head priest? Whoever is in charge of this church?"
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