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| Fairchild | Apr 7 2015, 10:12 PM Post #11 |
The Sir of FTG
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"Here, let's get ourselves a bite to eat- food's on me," "I can pay fer my own," Julian asserted with a cheeky grin, "No free meals, 'member?" While the outside wasn't much to look at, it obviously wasn't the priority. The interior was much more well-kept. It wasn't exactly classy, but it was definitely a good effort. The entire dining area seemed to be clean and cozy, but not a single person was sitting, standing or walking through... they were, save for each other, completely alone. Still, the restaurant seemed expectant for customers, each table clean, orderly and ready for patrons to browse menus or dig into their "regular" meal. "I come here often, so I know the drill- here, just sit down, look at the menu. I'm sure the waiter will be here shortly." So, Julian did what he was told. He found a seat where he could watch the door while he waited. It was an old habit, mostly designed to give him a few seconds advantage against any Knight or angry noble looking for him. Still, it was what he defaulted to, even in a place described as a regular hangout by a Raven Tail wizard. He wasn't really sure why they were looking at the menus... Julian was more than happy to just get the french onion soup that Monkey had reccomended. Still, it was best to wait and see, at this point. "So, Monkey," he probed, "What 'appened to ya, eh?" He wasn't sure if it was too abrupt or personal, but he was still interested to know. He had said he was jumped, if Julian remembered correctly, but other than that, the thief had no clue. He knew that Fairy Tail and Raven Tail had been at odds for ages... but that was the closest he had come to figuring it all out. For all Julian knew, though, he'd been ambushed by cultists during the attacks which shook Fiore. At the very least, Julian figured it might offer some insight into the dangers which accompanied life as a Raven Tail mage. |
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| Calligrapher | Apr 8 2015, 01:46 AM Post #12 |
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Oh, it was story time, and how Monkey relished story time. "Well you see," he began, grabbing a menu and opening it to the third page, having already been familiarized with the place's layout, "It all started a bit of a while ago - Raven Tail's a family, but it's also a business, y'know? So everyone in a business has a job, you following me? Good. Now, see, I can't tell you exactly what my job is at the moment, because, y'know, security reasons, but let's just say that once in a while I get sent to do some very unpleasant things." Okay, that was easy enough to understand. "Now, when you're in a job like that, you make a few enemies - that's natural, that's the Trillium way of doing things. You might be able to tell, but I'm not exactly the strongest man in the world, see, and I have a bit of a bad habit of traveling alone. You see there this is going, right? So, one night there I am trying to get myself a quick midnight snack, and wham!" The Monkey slammed his fist on the counter, for added emphasis. "There's half a dozen fat grunts around me, and they're all armed. I can fight, or I can run away, but the leader of those fellows thinks I'm too much of a threat, and he got magic, y'know? So there I am, trying to figure out who just tried to smash my head with a bat, when he throws down some kinda funky earth magic - messed me up bad, it did. Was in the hospital 'til just now, recovering; better me than them, though." He shrugged. "A family never forgets, right? When you go for a guy from the family, the family gets you back. At the least, I'm recovered, back in business. Those guys? Can't say the same." As if on cue, a woman walked in from the back door, a tall and imposing figure with dyed hair of many hues and a slim azure dress, her fingers hidden within long gloves of silken make. "Monkey, you're not dead," she uttered with a sly smile, as she walked up to them. "And you've brought a friend, I see." The masked man looked up, waved. "He's trying to join the murder, Miss Red," he replied, as he closed the menu. "Give me a bowl of that french onion soup, and whatever you have in the kitchen that's still fresh right now; and you, Julian?" Both Monkey and Miss Red stared at the young man, with interested glints of equal interest in their eyes. |
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| Fairchild | Apr 8 2015, 06:04 AM Post #13 |
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"... At the least, I'm recovered, back in business. Those guys? Can't say the same." From the back of the restaurant, a woman emerged. The first thing Julian noticed was her hair, which seemed to contain a rainbow within their strands. On someone else, Julian might have laughed, but on her... Julian found that he dare not even chortle. She seemed to be dressed a bit nicer than what a server would be able to afford, and Julian guessed she was more than just a waitress. "Monkey, you're not dead," she spoke to him casually, as if they were old friends. "And you've brought a friend, I see." "He's trying to join the murder, Miss Red," came Monkey's reply, "Give me a bowl of that french onion soup, and whatever you have in the kitchen that's still fresh right now; and you, Julian?" Both of them looked to Julian, expectant of his answer. Still, he hadn't really taken the time to actually look over the menu, having been too interested in the Masked Man's story to bother. Still, he knew what he was going to get. "I'll 'ave the french onion, too, I figure," he decided with a grin, "I've heard nuffin' but good things 'bout it." Julian figured that would be a satisfactory answer, but he also wanted to make sure that he wasn't missing out, either. Setting the menu down politely, he folded his hands before addressing Miss Red more earnestly. He was deferring to her, because she probably knew this place better than anyone else. Julian figured she'd be more than willing to field his upcoming request. "Although, iffin' you've got a suggestion," he continued, "I'd be up fer an 'eartbreak Cafe specialty." |
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| Calligrapher | Apr 8 2015, 06:20 AM Post #14 |
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The moment "Heartbreak Cafe specialty" came up, both Monkey and Miss Red froze in place, then simultaneously turned and shared a strange glance with one another. Miss Red's left eyebrow rose, and Monkey furiously shook his head to the sides. Then, with a strange but coincidental synchronicity, the two of them turned back, staring straight at Julian again. Then, Miss Red rose her left leg into the air, just as Monkey used his arms to push himself off his seat, flipping himself back several meters with the dexterity of a trained acrobat. Miss Red's leg came down onto the counter-top with a loud smash - or rather, a loud slice, as her leg somehow managed to cleanly cut part of the counter in two. Rushing away from the two of them towards the entrance, the masked Monkey leaped to press a button somewhere near the door, causing the windows and transparent surfaces of the entire restaurant to darken, hiding them from the view of the outside and vice versa. "How did you know?! I didn't tell him this, Miss Red, I didn't tell him- he figured it out himself, somehow!" The Monkey was shouting as he cleared space between himself and the lady in azure, her shimmering hair flying behind her despite the complete lack of wind in the room. "You stay quiet, little Monkey, I'm about to ask him myself!" The woman shouted back, ripping the right sleeve off of her dress to reveal a black tattoo - Raven Tail. Oh, so this place was Raven property indeed. The woman known as Miss Red leaped onto the counter-top with a speed that couldn't possibly belong to a normal civilian, her hands held tightly in two flat palms, adapting a fighting posture if ever there was one. "Alright, Julian, you've got some explaining to do!" She announced, her voice cold and her smile entirely gone from her face. "Who are you, who sent you, and what's your purpose here meeting with Monkey? Coelacanth sent you, didn't he?! That bastard's been causing trouble ever since he found out about Monkey- he sent you to finish him off, didn't he?!" The shimmer in her hair was nothing, compared to the flames in her eyes as she spoke. From the backdoor, another figure's head appeared - a bald man, with dark sunglasses over his eyes. "So, uh, did anyone want anything while you're at it?" Monkey, despite the situation at hand, rose an arm. "Can I get a bowl of french onion soup, I'm starving- actually, make that two, please." |
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| Fairchild | Apr 8 2015, 06:42 AM Post #15 |
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Julian was completely paralyzed. He wasn't sure what he had said, but it was obviously not right. Miss Red had gone berserk! She wasn't about to take Julian's shit, but Julian wasn't really sure what his shit had been. He wasn't brought to his senses until Miss Red began to speak at him, apparently readying herself to fight. "Alright, Julian, you've got some explaining to do!" She was quick. Julian considered himself to be nimble enough, but Miss Red was probably the fastest person he had ever met. She would be able to beat Julian to a pulp before he even had a chance to stand up, he figured. Worse still, she seemed to think Julian had something to answer for. Each word she spoke was icy, and the look in her eyes chilled Julian to the bone. "Who are you, who sent you, and what's your purpose here meeting with Monkey? Coelacanth sent you, didn't he?! That bastard's been causing trouble ever since he found out about Monkey- he sent you to finish him off, didn't he?!" WHA'S A FUCKIn' SEALY-CANT?" he cried out, too afraid to leave his seat as he raised his arms defensively to cover his face. "So, uh, did anyone want anything while you're at it?" The voice came from the back, but Julian was far more concerned with the Raven Tail wizard who was threatening his life to pay him any mind. Monkey, who was not currently being accosted by a killer-in-disguise, did not share that sentiment. Instead, Julian could hear his companion's response come from behind. "Can I get a bowl of french onion soup, I'm starving- actually, make that two, please." For a minute, it gave Julian hope that maybe this wouldn't end in his death by waitress. On second thought, however, it had been an afterthought... Maybe Monkey wasn't so sure if Julian would make it out alive, either? With a gulp, Julian tried to explain himself. "Listen, aw'right?" he began, "I'm jus' a kid from Acalypha, yeah? I jus' wanna learn more 'bout Raven Tail! I've been wantin' ta join fer YEARS!" Julian could only hope she would believe him... |
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| Calligrapher | Apr 8 2015, 08:01 PM Post #16 |
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"And how do you expect us to know if you're telling the truth?!" Miss Red shouted, though a change in posture showed that she wasn't right about to chop him in half at this very moment anymore. She had a point, though. Monkey frowned - Miss Red had her ways, yes, but a way with words wasn't her specialty. That's where he came in. "Miss Red, maybe let's calm down for a moment," the masked man stated in as calm a voice as he could muster - not bad, for an actor. He grabbed a nearby stool, using it as a makeshift cane as he stepped closer to the two of them. "Maybe, just maybe, Julian here isn't trying to kill me - if he did, he missed the chance about five minutes ago when the two of us were all but alone." He turned his head to face Julian, raising an arm to gesture for the young man to do something. "Now, Julian, if you don't mind, do you have any identification, any documents or anything of importance, in any manner, in your pockets or on your person? While I don't think things are as bad as Miss Red is suggesting, she has a point in that we need, at the very least, some form of documentation." Monkey paused for a moment, lost in thought - or was that dramatic effect? "Alternatively, I guess we can call Condor to interview you, but are you up for that? He gets a little...invasive." Not for the first, and probably not the last time today, Monkey and Miss Red stared at Julian, awaiting his reactions. |
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| Fairchild | Apr 9 2015, 01:03 PM Post #17 |
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"I don' 'ave anything," he despaired, "The Old Man told me it was a 'Thief Rule'." It was the truth, too, if they searched his pockets, all they would find is a lighter, some money, a few scraps of paper and his key. While they might say a few things about Julian, the thief doubted any of it would clear his name. Julian considered his options, limited as they were. He could try to run... but he doubted that would end well. Miss Red was inhumanly fast; he probably wouldn't make it to the door. Condor was the only way to go, it seemed, and Julian didn't like the way Monkey talked about him. "When you say invasiff..." he asked meekly, "... whadd'ya mean?" Julian wasn't sure what he was expecting to hear, nor why he asked. He didn't have a choice, either way, it seemed, and learning the specifics might just make him freak out a bit. He just hoped that he wasn't some sort of sociopathic torturer. Julian shuddered at the thought. Still, he had a decision to make, give in to Condor... or give up his life. "... Call Condor." Julian was sure he'd be able to take it. ((OoC: I hope you didn't expect Julian to offer his cane for you to get around with... He's never let anyone else touch it. It's all that he's got left of his dad's. Still, though, doesn't mean he doesn't seem rude, for it, hehehe.)) |
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| Calligrapher | Apr 11 2015, 06:16 AM Post #18 |
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In a display of nothing less than impeccable timing, the bald sunglasses-wearing man reappeared from behind the doors, two steaming bowls of gruyere-topped soup in hand. "Your soups, Monkey," the bald man stated, as he laid them out on the counter - upon closer inspection, he was decently tall; taller than Monkey, but not quite as tall as Miss Red. "Actually, Conder, can you hold up on the soups for a moment? We need a bit of your help here, if you have the time." Ah, so the bald one himself was Condor - not an unfitting name, once one looked more closely at the shape of his nose, and his other facial features. "My help? What for?" Condor spoke with a chilling sense of calm. "This here boy, Julian, wanted the Heartbreak Cafe Specialty, but Monkey says he never told this fellow about the specialty," Miss Red took to explaining, an eye still focused on Julian. "You've been in this business the longest, you can tell if he's saying the truth, right?" Her words sounded not as much an actual question as a challenge. The man known as Condor paused for a moment, before fully putting down the soups, and reaching into a back pocket. "I can try. Miss Red, Monkey, if you would please move back?" The two of them complied, the latter much more happily so than the former. He pulled out a baton, a simple metallic rod, throwing it into the air and catching its spinning form in well-rehearsed motions. "So, Julian, is that what you said your name was?" Condor asked, a question that he obviously wasn't interested in being answered. "You've stated that you want to work for Raven Tail through your order, is that so?" The bald man suddenly reached into his pocket, pulling out a small coin before throwing it towards the light switch - the lights were almost all off, putting the room in near pitch-blackness, before Monkey could even blink. "If you want it, you will have to prove to me that you have what it takes. I'll need your name, telephone number, address, best method of contacting you, and a demonstration of your aptitude - in that exact order." From the far side of the room, Monkey shouted - "Good luck, and whatever you do, keep yourself honest!" |
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| Fairchild | Apr 12 2015, 06:51 AM Post #19 |
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That was going to be a problem. As it were, Julian had been off-the-grid for just over five years now. He didn't have any identification or proof of age. He didn't have a permanant residence. He hadn't expected that asking about any house specials would prompt this level of interrogation. Still, he couldn't just go in empty-handed. "Well, I don' like ID. Never carry proof, ya know?" he explained, "You can find me a' the Charred Mill Inn." That covered the identification, address and contact information, or as best as he could cover them, at least. He knew it wouldn't be enough, though. How could it be? He needed some way to prove he was useful, and his magic was where he hoped he would shine. "I'm a thief by trade," he told them, "My magic opens doors for me... Literally." He made a motion, as if asking permission, before reaching into his pocket. He produced the Herme's Key, placing it on what was left of the counter. It didn't look like much, but it was a key to more than just a long-forgotten pair of handcuffs. "Holder-Type: Herme's Key." he explained. "I can reveal and unlock any passageway... within certain bounds" While he knew that it was in his potential, but he didn't know how long it would be until he got the mastery that the Old Man did. He was able to do things with his magic even beyond that. Julian just needed them to humor him: let him show them what he could do. Maybe then, with Raven Tail's help, he could become the class of criminal that Fiore deserved. |
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| Calligrapher | Apr 15 2015, 05:10 AM Post #20 |
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"...I'm telling you, there's no way he can be lying about something as specific about that, and as..." Monkey, in the middle of the hushed conversation between himself and Miss Red, somehow failed to finish his sentence, while the lady herself seemed to be in a much better mood all of a sudden. She was even laughing, strangely enough. Condor, however, was utterly unamused. "Would you care to demonstrate this, then?" He quietly asked, as he rose a hand to chest-height, the palm of his hand stretched open and facing Julian. "Words lose value; actions, never." He closed his palm. The world transformed. No, not a joke - the world literally transformed. Before Monkey's own eyes, sheets of metal began to rise from the earth, shoot off the ceiling, the very walls of the roof turned and twisted and expanded, the very surroundings he was on turning into something that, well, that defied logic. A few moments later, and there he was - Monkey and Miss Red, both sitting on a floating metal platform above an equally metallic maze, sprawling at least fifty meters across on any direction; beyond the maze, it appeared, they were all trapped under a dome of shiny gray. From his vantage point, Monkey could see Condor and Julian down in the maze, separated by roughly twenty meters or so. The maze, a strange structure of walls at least three meters high, was strangely built - every passageway ended with a locked door. Some of the passages lead completely to dead ends. Julian was roughly in the center of the maze, while Condor was off on the northern side. The key, and indeed, the counter, were both placed before him, sticking out of one of the iron walls. Not that the doors would pose a problem for the bald man. "I don't know what to tell you, Julian, but let's just pretend for a moment that this is a test to prove yourself or something like that!" The masked man shouted down, waving wildly at the key-wielder. "Your demonstration begins now," Condor's voice boomed from every direction - there was some powerful magic involved in this, indeed. "There are a hundred locks here - ninety-five of them can be opened with any key, three of these cannot be opened with any normal key, and two of them are completely hidden in the walls. If you can open every single lock in this maze before I catch you, we will put Miss Red's doubts to rest; if not...your claims lack sufficient backing to let me permit you to join Raven Tail." "Uh, run, Julian, you can do it! I think?" |
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