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[Graded]Dandelion Sector Stories Part I; Artorius' Solo Thread Adventures
Topic Started: Aug 15 2014, 12:00 AM (737 Views)
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Darkness. The sensation of black cloth against his skin. Breathable, they wanted him alive. Interrogation? Or, perhaps torture? But, who would want to torture him? Who wouldn't? Just how many people had Artorius wronged and stole from. Mafioso, mage guilds both Dark and Light and everything in between, Knights, nobles. The list went on and on. Honor among thieves, sure, but at the end of the day Artorius was still a thief. Just, who was it this time that wanted to break his fingers and harvest organs? They should know, there's a long waiting list.

Then, the dark was replaced by a blinding light. The black sack was pulled quickly off his face, and his periphery was flooded by the horridly bright illumination of a lamp pointed squarely at his face. As his eyes gradually adjusted, he soon could make out the image of a woman who stood in front of him. She wore a suit, plain, blue. Business, but she wore it well, and it hardly hid her shapely body. Her expression was confident, amused, albeit slightly annoyed. Artorius moved towards her, or attempted to, before he found himself bound to the chair that he sat on. As he stirred, the tan-skinned woman before him gestured for the armed guards beside her to give them the room. The heavy steel door closed with an audible click as the locking mechanisms sealed shut.

"Mr. Sidonis, you're a difficult man to find," she spoke, her voice laced with equal parts amusement and annoyance.

"And you're not too bad on the eyes," Artorius cockily grinned as he made no effort to mask that he was gazing at her form. "As I'm sure you know, I make it my business to be difficult to find." Unsurprisingly, thieves value their secrecy. Double that if the happen to be a mage belonging to a Dark Guild, and perhaps triple that if they moonlight as a vigilante in their hometown. Artorius had countless reasons to separate his lives and hide his identity as much as possible. He wasn't exactly thrilled that he was discovered by this agency, though he was moderately impressed and did actually wonder how they learned so much about him.
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"So, who do you work for? The mob? Which mob? Noble? Guild mage? Knights? Let's hear it."

"That last one was so close, but there's no rewards for incorrect guesses. Truthfully, I represent an agency within the government. And we've brought you here because you have a very specific set of useful skills, ones that will help many people."

"What? Heh, I'm guessing you need me to steal something. Alright then, let's get this over with. What will it be?" Truly, this wasn't the first time Artorius was in a position like this. His skills were highly sought after, but frankly he preferred if people just hired him through the usual pathways. Or, hell hired him period. This was pretty much kidnapping at this point. Not that he didn't deserve it, anyway.

"Perhaps, but also not quite, Mr. Sidonis. We know what you've been doing in Dandelion. The papers call you a hero. The local law enforcement call you a menace. But, truth be told, we don't care which one you really are. At the end of the day, it's like I said, men like you are rare. You have a particular set of skills that we need. The very fact that you untied yourself five seconds ago proves that. Admirable, really."

Artorius was vaguely surprised, and frankly a bit impressed. The government already knew who he was, provided that this woman truly did work for the government. If it was true, and they kept tabs on him, then why exactly did they let him continue to operate? Or, perhaps that was simply in their best interests in some way, shape, or form. Either way, it was most curious. "Interesting. I'd like to say "I'll hear you out" but I imagine I have little choice in the matter. So, cut to the chase."

"Quite the contrary, actually, Mr. Sidonis. If you'd like, you are free to walk out of here whenever you want. But, that is if you only if you choose to do so. Though, you might want to hear what I have to say first."


Shaking his head, Artorius pushed himself up to his feet. Dusting himself off, Artorius lethargically approached the door, muttering to himself about how much of a waste of time this whole charade was. They hit him over the head and kidnapped him for this? Besides, what are the chances they would actually play so nice with him? Either way, he figured he would take his chances and stroll on out of here as he saw fit. "I'll be taking my leave then."
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"Wait one moment, Mr. Sidonis. Hear me out for a moment. I have an offer for you that you simply can not refuse," she spoke, sternly, but also incredibly confidently as if she was holding some sort of trump card up her sleeve.

"I've heard that line before. Lady, believe me, you're easy on the eyes but don't think I'm stupid enough to take you on just so I can... 'take you on'. There's nothing that you can possibly say or offer me that will prevent me from walking out this door."

"There's this."

Artorius stopped in his tracks as he heard the sound of paper hitting the floor behind him. Turning and glancing back, Artorius eyed the thin folder that laid on the floor. The thief raised an eyebrow at the woman, lip cocked slightly as he sat momentarily perplexed. Leaning closer and bending at the knees, Artorius took it in his hands and opened it. The thief's eyes widened in surprise as he revealed the contents of the folder to himself. It was a dossier, featuring photographs of an individual he had long been looking for. Hair the color of blood and fire, eyes cast in a piercing stare. It was a rough image, but her identity was unmistakable. Serana. How many years had passed since she had betrayed him and left him behind to rot? How many more had he been searching for this damned woman? Yet, all his efforts had been in vain. Serana had eluded him for years. She was a ghost, and he had heard absolutely nothing of her even with his wealth of underground contacts.

She was right.
This was not an offer he could refuse.

"I'm listening. What is it you want me to do?" he said to her, his eyes never quite leaving the photograph that he held in his hands. A wealth of emotion flooded in his chest. Sorrow and despair, but also hatred and sheer resentment. This woman... Serana had taken a huge part of his life. He gave her everything, his heart and his soul, yet in the end she used it as but a mere stepping stone, crushing it all beneath her heel. She had deceived him, toyed with him, and as he rotted in that prison cell, all Artorius could think of was finding her and exacting some sinister revenge.

"We want you to put together a squad."


"A squad...? You're joking, right?"

"Quite the contrary, actually. I'm quite serious."
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A tour around the building. The interior was simple. White walls and floors illuminated by white fluorescent lighting. It was almost obnoxious, and the scent of too much sanitizing fluid was pungent in the air, a fact made even more annoying by Artorius' enhanced sense of smell. There were countless closed and locked doors that he was ushered past. Of course, a place like this had secrets to keep. Governments had more secrets to keep hidden than people given their size. Fiore wasn't exactly the glittering, opalescent flower that most of its citizens believed it to be.

Eventually, Artorius was led by the woman towards a chamber that was remarkably similar to the one he had been held in just moments ago. Though, the inside was much less harshly lit, and a bit more comfortable. A bunk sat in the corner of the room, a cork board covered with photographs and countless maps, all interconnected with pins and string and markings in a fashion that Artorius couldn't even begin to comprehend. Yet, most curious was the man who stood in front of the board, meticulously eyeing the work ahead of him. His expression was one of a man lost in thought even as he and the government woman approached. It wasn't until she audibly cleared her throat that his attention suddenly snapped and he clutched in chest as if surprised and momentarily frightened as a result of it.

"Oh, sorry. I tend to get a bit occupied with my work,"
he spoke, scratching the back of his head as he sheepishly grinned.

"This is Ethan Attano, Mr. Sidonis. He has elected to work with us just as you have," the woman spoke, gesturing towards him in introduction.

"Wait, he's Mr. Sidonis and I'm Ethan?" he spoke with a raised eyebrow.

"If I'm not mistaken, that's precisely what you wanted me to call you," she replied, eyebrow cocked as she shook her head in vague annoyance. Ethan sheepishly grinned as he apologetically scratched the back of his head. Meanwhile, Artorius crossed his arms as he glanced at Ethan, sizing him up.

"It'll be a pleasure working with you, Artorius. Is it okay to call you that? I read your file. Huge fan, honestly," Ethan approached with a smile before he meticulously began to wipe his hand before offering a handshake. Yet, he meticulously wiped his hand in a strange routine that almost seemed practiced. Eccentric, really.

"Yeah... Should be interesting, I imagine,"
Artorius replied, eyes cast in a brief squint.
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Their job from here on in seemed relatively simple. Artorius and this strange kid by the name of Ethan Attano would be working together to find, locate, and recruit the remaining unfound members of this little squad. Of course, nothing is truly that simple, not even this strange and seemingly harmless kid. When he had the opportunity, Artorius perused a few dossiers on their little task, and the group that employed them as well. The organization was certainly a government agency, dubious as the whole thing was. ARGENT, they called themselves. Though, he had no idea what the hell it stood for, and frankly he couldn't be bothered to care. Turning the pages of the dossiers forwarded to him, Artorius figured he'd do a bit of research on his first partner in this group while he sat on his bunk in the cold dark chamber that he had been apprehended in only hours ago. After all, he had to know that he could rely on these people, to trust in them, even though he didn't necessarily know what it was they were going to do exactly.

DOSSIER: THE CARTOGRAPHER
 


PROFILE #8943786
NAME: Attano, Ethan
KNOWN ALIASES: The Cartographer, Map Maker, Architect
GENDER: Male
AGE: 18
HAIR COLOR: Blonde
EYE COLOR: Brown
HEIGHT: 162cm
WEIGHT: 70kg

A skilled but young mage, Ethan Attano is known as "The Cartographer" in criminal circles for his ability to organize individuals, strategize, and serve as a capable analyst especially with an uncanny ability to figure out the layout of a building or area almost instantly with a near-eidetic form of memory. Appears to be employing his skills to earn money. His sister appears to have an incurable illness known as "Ether Syndrome", noted as a rare illness which results in the victim's body producing an excess amount of magic that the body can not properly keep up with.


"Huh, interesting. I've heard of 'The Cartographer.' Considered hiring him myself for a few jobs, price was just a bit too steep for me really. Never thought he'd be just a kid," Artorius mused to himself as he rubbed his chin.

"Really? You were planning on hiring me? I'm honored, truly," a voice boomed into the thief's head that was unmistakably Ethan's. Telepathy. Great. Artorius hated dealing with telepaths, in all honesty. The only voice that was welcome in his head was his own. Yet, given his propensity for strategy and analyzing, Artorius could certainly see the usefulness that came with telepathic communication even if he wasn't a fan of it.

"Never mind that. What do you know about this "Argent?" And this woman leading us around," the thief spoke in a rather matter-of-factually fashion.

"Not much, really. They are a secretive intelligence-gathering division of the government. Beyond that, they're shrouded in mystery, even I can't really figure them out. As for the lady? She's nice, but she can be a bit of a stiff. Don't tell her I said that. I don't know her real name, actually. She's a total mystery. But, her handle is "Mockingbird." A bit of a strange name, don't you think?"

Frankly, Artorius felt the kid was a bit too talkative for his own good, especially since Artorius figured that he was going to be his source of intelligence and information. At the very least, he seemed knowledgeable enough, at least more than Artorius when it came to this whole thing. "Whatever. So, when exactly do we begin this whole thing? And why exactly are they using us?"

"In order: Are you familiar with the term "plausible deniability?" Basically, they're assembling a group of rogue agents who they can say are not officially employed by the Fiore government so they can have us do whatever "Black Ops" they want us to do. I'm not entirely sure on the specifics, but we're being employed to do things that no other group can, not just in terms of deniability, but also in skills. You're an expert thief, and I've heard and seen what you've done in Dandelion. The rest of the group is pretty similar to us, each with a different set of skills. And, ultimately, our task is acquisition of objects, weapons and arms that certain organizations have obtained, assassination of key individuals, nothing that we're not too unfamiliar with. Though, ultimately, we're more or less their 'Suicide Squad.' We're useful to them, but I feel that the opposite is also true. As for your other question: We begin tomorrow. The person we're recruiting is known as The Scandal. I hear she's quite the troublemaker."
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DOSSIER: THE Scandal
 


PROFILE #8943786
NAME: Unknown
KNOWN ALIASES: The Scandal
GENDER: Female
AGE: 21
HAIR COLOR: Brown
EYE COLOR: Brown
HEIGHT: 160cm
WEIGHT: 60kg

The Scandal is a professional. A true "cat thief" with an uncanny skill at impersonation. She uses her guile, wits, looks, and charm to infiltrate and subdue. Given her skills at thievery, as well as a strange ability to always be in the right place at the right time, information on The Scandal is difficult to acquire, even for Argent. Yet, she routinely goes after objects of significant wealth, and can be employed with a steady amount of salary. The difficult part is finding her.


"There's something strangely familiar about this one..."
Artorius murmured to himself as he glanced over the dossier one last time. Though, he couldn't necessarily put his finger on what seemed so eeriely familiar here. Placing it down, Artorius suited up, strapping his usual gear onto himself for this job. Sword, another sword, dagger, a few more daggers and knives, Artorius was certainly well-armed. Though, it was necessary for work like this. Rolling his shoulders over, Artorius headed onward and out of the building.

The exterior of the building was surprisingly barren. A simple warehouse located in a pocket of the docks along Dandelion's waterfront. It was near impossible to locate, and he would certainly lose track of it had he not burned it into his memory. Besides, he had Ethan to instruct him if absolutely necessary after all. Nevertheless, Artorius moved from the docks, sticking to the shadows of the night that were cast over Dandelion like a thick blanket. Climbing up a fire escape, Artorius breathed the cold air as he examined the city skyline and the streets below.

"Alley Cat, can you hear me?" Ethan telepathically communicated to Artorius.

"Alley Cat...?" the thief spoke with an eyebrow raised.

"Yeah, that's your handle. Didn't you read your own dossier? Nevermind. Anyway, intel says that there is a rare gemstone being shipped into the city. Illegally, of course. Someone is selling it to one of the local fences, and The Scandal is sure to be after it. Diamonds are a girls best friend, I suppose. Anyway, the exchange is being made at Eastcrest Estates tonight. Make your way there and you're sure to run into her."

"I'm on it," he nodded instinctively. Of course, given how it was all telepathic communication there was no way Ethan would see it. Old habits die hard though. Nevertheless, Artorius was steadily moving along towards the Eastcrest Estates. Naturally, it would take a few hours by foot traffic. Luckily, this was Artorius' city. He knew this place like the back of his hand. There were countless hidden shortcuts along the city, and Artorius knew each and every one of them. Leaping across a gap between two buildings, Artorius located a platform composed of roughly nailed together planks, forming a rudimentary bridge. It was rough, but sturdy.

"Ah, so this must be one of those "thieves' highways. I've heard about them a lot, but since I'm not really the "on-the-field" types I've never actually been on one myself," Ethan spoke with a sense of almost childish curiosity.

"Makes getting around a helluva lot quicker." And he would need to save as much time as possible. Artorius didn't have forever to get there after all. This whole job would be pointless if he couldn't get to the exchange in time.
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Artorius was insanely adept at crossing the Thief's Highway. To him, it was as natural as walking on the sidewalk. Granted, crossing wide spans between the gaps of buildings was dangerous work, and landing properly so he wouldn't break his ankles was equally important. However, he had been doing this for longer than he could remember. He was good at it because of this experience. Artorius was purely a man made from his experiences and upbringing, and the way he fluidly moved from building to building was a testament to that.

The thief had made his way from the Dandelion docks towards the river front. It wasn't easy to cross the bridge from up top like the roofs that made up the skyline. Yet, there was another way. Below ground. After leaping from the roof of a building onto a vertical pipe, he slid down until he could safely land. Crouching down, Artorius found himself situated beside a manhole. Ordinarily, manholes aren't necessarily easy to access. Pun not intended, of course. However, in many parts of the city, they were modified to be able to move aside without tools. Many people used these sewers as a mode of transportation, though rarely were they not unsavory folk. They're sewers, after all, but even in this place Artorius found himself at home.

Climbing down the ladder and pulling the lid over the hole, his feet touched solid ground. There was a cold draft in these largely empty sewers, carrying with it the faint stench of sewage. This particular part of the sewers are largely abandoned both by the city and by the unsavory folk who inhabited Dandelion's sewers. This was neutral territory, luckily enough, but the way ahead was nonetheless dangerous. Yet, Artorius could navigate this place with his eyes closed. As a child, Artorius found solace and peace at the sensation of dirty, cold cobblestone beneath his feet and protection in the form of a wall at his back. Nevertheless, this place was still a maze, one filled with unexpected danger.

Artorius moved as quietly as possible as he ventured through the damp sewers. The silence of his thoughts was broken only by Ethan's remarks. "Sewers, huh? Makes me glad I'm sitting here all comfy at the warehouse," Ethan with a short chuckle.

"Don't remind me, Cartographer. But, it's nothing I haven't done before," Artorius replied with a mental shrug.

"So, is the smell as bad as I think it is? And do you ever even get used to it?"
Ethan curiously asked.

"Yes. It's awful. Double for me. I have a particularly strong nose. And, sadly, no. You never get used to it,"
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The mood suddenly shifted as the sound of footsteps quickly approached. Amidst the sound, the scent of humankind became clear to him, even in the stink of the sewers. Though, he couldn't necessarily tell just how many, or who they were, let alone what they were doing down here. But, if he had a guess it certainly wasn't something legal, or the very least peaceful or productive. Then again, it wasn't like Artorius could really say much about that. Though, at least this time around he was on government payroll.

Artorius waited in the shadows, hiding in a cranny in the sewer walls. As they approached his position, Artorius observed them carefully, eyeing every detail possible: the crude leather armor, the daggers at their hip. Just a bunch of kids who fancied themselves as bandits and rogues. It was almost nostalgic, but as they came in full view and their 'companion' became visible it became something else. Frustrating, and disappointing as well. A kid was in their clutches. Messy, matted hair, some freckles here and there. He couldn't be older than nine, and here he was, being hauled further into the depths of the sewers. It certainly wasn't for a good reason.

This wasn't on the priority of his task. Hell, it wasn't on the task at all, but this was a bit more personal. Dark Mage or not, Artorius was an altruist at heart, and he couldn't let something like this slip by while knowing he could do something.

The man was upon them with fists and blades, a whirlwind of muscle and steel. Artorius moved like a damn cat, reflexively dodging a hurried and panicked swing at his jaw. A palm to the bottom of the chin, a jab to the throat. Two were down with little effort, but the third managed to arm himself with a dagger in each hand. He charged forward with reckless abandon, though he likely thought it to be courage and bravery. Though, it was hardly anything but, and a sweep of the leg and then a palm to the face slammed his head hard to the ground.

"Lights out."
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The kid they had in tow quivered in shock. He was equal parts amazed, impressed, and absolutely terrified. "You should probably run home, kid," Artorius spoke as he walked past him. But, as he stood immobilized, Artorius turned back to him and gave him a loud, "Boo!" which prompted him to run. "Good kid."

"Impressive. You're definitely more than just a thief, but I already knew that. Still, why did you become a vigilante?"


"You've seen what this city is like. For every brat I send home, there's another five or six that are lost to the city. These people need help, and someone has to be there," Artorius replied in earnest. Though, it seemed that speaking of this troubled him. Since he began as a vigilante, Artorius' optimism about the whole thing had gradually faded. Yet, a part of him still believed in what he had originally started, even if the whole thing had effectively blown up in his face since then.

"Do you think you can change this city?" Ethan asked, his voice genuinely curious.

"I don't know. Not anymore. I used to think that I could. All I can do is give people a chance, the chance people like us never had."


"...What do you mean by 'us'?" Ethan spoke, his voice laced with hesitation and confusion.

"It's obvious. You're a survivor. I can see it in your eyes. Life isn't easy here, you know that, I know that. There are reasons why we turned to a life like this. And it's not because we were born this way. I want to believe that."

"You're right. At least, I hope you're right."
Ethan's voice was initially a bit sorrowful, but he quickly sucked it up and reverted back to his usual chipper, talkative-while-simultaneously-informative state in a matter of seconds, almost as if to distract himself. "Anyway, the exit is up ahead. You're not far from the Eastcrest Estates. But, you better hurry up. The exchange will happen in an hour. Plus, you need to air out. You probably smell like shit."

"Don't remind me."
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Fortunately, Artorius made it out of the sewers with time to spare. Ethan was right. The extra time to air out was certainly appreciated. But, Artorius was quite lucky that these sewers weren't flooded as they often were this time of year. Otherwise, he would be mired in filth which is obviously much less than ideal.

Clutching his hood tightly over his head, Artorius moved towards the target location. The manor that the fence lived in that he was after wasn't too far from here. In fact, Artorius knew exactly where it was, having been there in the past. He was a thief, after all, and every thief needs a fence. Otherwise, stolen goods are simply stolen goods. It's pointless if you can't sell it somehow. This one in particular was always a bit troublesome though. "Wayne Cathaway," Artorius murmured to himself after climbing up the top of his roof, staring down at him below through a section of glass at his rooftop.

The man was a porky-sort in almost every sense of the word. Stout, thick all about, with a squished nose and face that was unmistakably similar to a pig's. Unsurprisingly, the man always hated that nickname, going so far as to sick his henchmen on anyone who made the mistake of letting him hear them say that. That, or he would simply tire himself out as he beat them over the head with his cane.

"The sellers are coming inside right now. Be on your toes, and if anything happens be ready, Alley Cat."

"I know what I'm in for."
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