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| [Graded]Protect the Playwright; D-Rank Mission | |
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| Topic Started: Aug 18 2015, 10:50 PM (1,045 Views) | |
| 裁 Hadou | Aug 18 2015, 10:50 PM Post #1 |
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Mission Details Here... This was one of those rare times she got to pick a mission that she felt was suited to her tastes. Although she was a quiet girl, Cleia did enjoy the exhilarating rush of action, provided she was well prepared for it and was expecting the activity. Well, she would have to get used to enjoying all those crazy events that flew out of the blue... because they often happened to her. In today's case, however, this one was not a sudden event. She had come across the mission statement while in the guild, during one of the few times she stayed in Magnolia. It seemed like an escort mission of sorts, which involved protecting a playwright from an assassin. Wait, a playwright was someone who wrote dramas and all those opera plays and stuff, right? Did that make him something like a movie director? It had been classified as a D-rank mission, so Cleia had taken it up. Interesting, though that D-rank missions hardly involved combat or much action. This would mean that whoever was targeting the man's life was a rank amateur. Most of the stronger dark guild members would pay such a man little heed, as they usually were after more important figures. So, since this man (the playwright) had a noble cause, Cleia felt obliged to help in whatever way she could... which was why she was currently on the next train to Poinsettia. The last time she'd been there, it had been a macabre event that had surrounded the place. Uncountable death, ruin, fire and destruction: the Demon Invasion which had rocked all of Fiore. It had been painful to see how such a beautiful city had been devastated by such a scourge, and by the time it was all over, Cleia had wondered whether the city would ever recover from a wound so deep. But now, as the fabled Lavender Forest came into view, Cleia couldn't help but smile joyfully. So far, the majestic forest had hardly been affected by the mayhem, and it looked just as healthy and awesome as before. She was able to make out some tall spire peeking above the forest, which was an indication that Poinsettia had indeed survived, and was doing well. Besides, the Blue Pegasus guild was based there. She was sure that they, as well as the locals, would do everything within their power to restore their city to its former glory. And they had, indeed! The train rumbled into Poinsettia, and she was able to enjoy its splendor in a time of peace. The place was large, beautiful, and of course, not lacking its level of rowdiness. It looked like an expensive place, alright, but it did make up for this with all its structures. With what sounded like a sigh, the train pulled into the terminal, and a horn announced its arrival. The passengers got off the carriages and melted into the crowd at the station, while Cleia rummaged in her backpack and produced a small scroll. She opened it and read the directions. It said she would meet up with another Light mage, and they would carry out the mission together. Once they had found themselves, finding the playwright would not be difficult. There was a contact who would provide them with the details. She walked over to a designated spot: an archway close to the base of a small tower-like building not far from the train station. That was where she had been instructed to wait for her partner in this mission. Since Poinsettia was a large place, this was a good idea, as people could spend all day looking for each other, and give the evil assassin more than enough time to kill the playwright thrice. Sliding her hands into the pockets of her jacket, she leaned against the wall of the archway, and observed the city with a passive interest... and waited. Edited by Hadou, Aug 24 2015, 08:48 PM.
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| Jayce | Aug 22 2015, 03:59 AM Post #2 |
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It was a typical day for Jayce. When not on typical wizard duties he will occasionally roam the streets and see who was around town. "When are we going hoommmee...?" groaned the Sand Witch, living on the hunky contained Jayce wore on his back. Wearing his street clothes he casually strolled around the shopping area. "I'm not done yet just be patient." he would say, slightly irritated, but far too entertained to be really bothered. In fact, along with him, he carried about four shopping bags of streetwear. "We've been here for hours, Jayce!" Suna whines. "I know, I know." he say rolling his eyes. Acing all of these missions really got him loads of jewels. It was his money, so he had every right to do what he wanted with it. Shrugging with a care-free expression, he stops to grab the expensive wine bottle in one of the bags. Twiddling his fingers, fine grains of sand collaborated to form a sharp corkscrew, which he would automatically twirl the cork out. Releasing control, the sand-corkscrew dismantled itself into the grains which scattered unnoticeably across the pavement. *Gulp...gulp...* "Ahhh! Bomb!" Jayce said refreshingly as he gasped for air. The wine was ice cold, and very sweet, just the way Jayce liked it. "Jayce, that's not proper..." Suna commented, but she already knew Jayce would ignore her. "It's fine. As long as I flex my pinky while I drink, there's nothing improper about it." he smirks. "I'm not sure that how it works..." As the sand mages continued down the street, they would approach the showbiz district. |
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| 裁 Hadou | Aug 24 2015, 08:59 PM Post #3 |
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WhAaAaAaAaAaAtTtT?!!!
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OOC: Sorry for the delay... It had been a bit of a while, and Cleia was starting to feel a little impatient as she waited at the base of the tower. Her impatience actually stemmed from concern; concern that with each passing second, the assassin might already be gaining ground with respect to the mission. She looked up at the sky, then back towards the train station, gently drumming her fingers against her arm as she tried to manage her trepidation. She noticed that the train station was not far from the entertainment marketing section of the city. "Good marketing strategy... after all, most travelers tend to be tourists with a rather fat purse and few serious plans for it." As she considered the crowds that this section of the city drew, she noticed someone of interest. A man, tall (almost anyone was tall compared to her... ouch!), dark skinned with brown dreadlocks and a large gourd on his back. Cleia watched him for a moment, considering the sketchy details she had been given by her first contact concerning this mission. The descriptions seemed to match up so far, at least roughly. So far, he didn't look like he was looking for anyone, even though he was supposed to be doing this mission with her. Wait, did he even know that he was supposed to be doing this? Knowing that time was of the essence, Cleia pushed herself away from the wall she leaned against and walked after the tall man. As she caught up with him, she studied him, noting the wine bottle he held in his hand, and the gourd on his back (which was made of sand). The former hinted at a carefree attitude, and the latter implied that he had earth or sand based abilities. Idly trying to figure out what kind of magic he would utilize with sand, she approached him and tapped him twice on the shoulder, just as he was walking by a large poster that advertised the big play everyone in the city was coming to see tonight. "Hello there, sir. If you don't mind, I was wondering if you knew anything about this poster." His response would tell her whether he was the on e she was looking for, or not. |
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| Jayce | Sep 3 2015, 06:13 PM Post #4 |
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"Jayce, put that bottle away!" Suna scolded. "Alright, alright!" Jayce would say a bit irritated, popping the cork into the bottle and placing it into the bag. But all of a sudden, a girl had approached him about a poster. She was short, and had black hair that was braided. "Uh? I don't think so?" he would say. Looking closer, he could see it was about a play. "A play?" he would then say. "I don't think I've ever been to something like that..." he adds. "Ah. The arts. Something I'm alot familiar with." Suna commented. "Well. If you're looking for the Poinsettia Theatre, I could show you where it is." he grins. "I was actually heading past there. Follow me." he would say, continuing on down the sidewalk. Poinsettia was possibly Jayce's most favorite city in Fiore. Along with his guild base, the whole place was pretty much a classy utopia. "But first... I need to drop my bags off at my apartment." He was literally holding about four bags of new stuff. Also conveniently, his apartment was on the way. About a block down and around corner was his place. |
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| 裁 Hadou | Sep 3 2015, 09:09 PM Post #5 |
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WhAaAaAaAaAaAtTtT?!!!
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No, he didn't know anything about the poster, or the playwright responsible, for that matter, but that was hardly going to deter Cleia from trying to enlist his help. Even though he seemed oblivious of the mission, there was a chance he could help out if she asked him nicely. Thankfully enough, he seemed much like a nice person, offering to show her the theatre. She nodded in reply to his offer. "Thanks, that would be nice." He needed to drop some things at home, though. It was necessary, for he had his hands full of shopping bags. Cleia hoped his house was not far from wherever it was they were going, though looking at the position of the sun in the sky meant that they still had a few hours before evening, before the play actually began and the assassin tried out his diabolical plans. So, she followed along, although she wondered for a moment whether she had heard a child speak about the arts. Unless she was hearing things, the voice was somewhat audible, although she couldn't tell where it came from. Well, she would just have to act like she hadn't heard anything, and if the voice came up again, she would try to locate its source. That aside, there were more pressing matters. As they approached his habitation, Cleia said, not forgetting her manners: "Once again, it is nice of you to help me out. I'm Cleia, by the way." It would be somewhat impolite of her to just ask for his help without introducing herself, and even though she had done so now, people usually did not do very serious favors for strangers. Yet, she had a little hope as she prepared her mind for how the discussion would flow next. As she had earlier assumed, by the gourd on his back, he was a mage, and since he seemed to be quite at home in this city, he was probably a light mage, from Blue Pegasus. So, maybe he'd be willing to help out. Perhaps playing on his curiosity might help, rather than just tumble out all the words and wait for his reply. Thus, she said, after a moment's pause: "Um, if I may also ask, kind sir, would you like to help save a man from getting killed?" |
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| 栄 Zaber | Oct 16 2015, 12:19 AM Post #6 |
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(Replacing for Jayce as just for a regular thread to help Hadou out. Mission will need to be 1 page longer. ) While the unaware Fairy Tail mage was off to meet with her client she was to protect... a more ominous and somewhat stranger group of mages had arrived in Poinsettia. The word that the playwright represented was clearly a threat and it ironically came to these two to handle the job. "Ah, did I ever tell you I was born for the theater, Suijin?" A rather upbeat and oddly cocky crocodile spoke as they walked down the street, observing the lavander trees that grew around them. It was odd indeed as people walked by. A walking, talking anthro-crocodile with sneakers, a gold chain around his neck and a pair of headphones over his head. The little reptile walked with his hands behind his head leisurely as another person walked close behind him. "You do know-- I am a chameleon!" he spun around, wearing a sudden change of glasses and a small beard on the tip of his snout. "You're a real character, alright..." A more serious voice sighed, realizing just how silly his partner was. Walking behind him was a rather tall and oddly dressed man. He wore a blue gi and sash-- sandals and not a shred of clothing above his waist. The shirtless man was rather muscular, sporting a dragon tattoo on his left arm and he had long, wavy blue hair. "Let's just keep an eye out for the target. then you can torture him with all your little acts..." Vector tore out the small costume and snarled at him. "Hey! Don't go saying my acts are bad. I'm swamped with talent ya know!" the crocodile retorted, making the tall man roll his eyes. The man, Suijin, maintained a cool and calm demeanor despite being around his more mouthy partner. Even further, he was a chick magnet-- as every once in a while on the street a few of the ladies would stop to turn a head at him, his elegant charm and muscular build being irresistible to them. However, despite the masculine allure he was putting out there-- there was no way to tell that he was the last person Cleia's mission wanted. A mage with his sights on the playwright. |
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| 裁 Hadou | Oct 17 2015, 09:29 PM Post #7 |
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Half an hour later, a slightly dour faced Cleia found herself back in the showbiz district. The man she had just left had been cordial so far, but it seemed he was not willing to involve himself in such a mission. And who could blame him, anyway? It wasn't his business. This meant that the onus was on her to ensure that the playwright survived the night. And she could do it. It was an easy mission, after all. At least, she knew her way to the theater now. So, deciding to cheer herself up and look on the bright side of things, she started off for the place. She was sure that the playwright would be there, and once she had found him, they could discuss the mission and whatever circumstances they needed to create to keep him safe. The theater was still quite a distance from the district she was in, so there would be quite a lot to see on her way there. Although her pace was somewhat brisk, she didn't walk too fast to be unable to enjoy the view of the beautiful city. And as she was taking in the sights, and being careful not to bump into anybody, someone almost walked straight into her. It was a young woman, probably her age mate, although by looks, Cleia seemed to be younger than she was. The woman gave her a glance that said, "watch where you're going," which was rather funny, since the woman had her head turned the other way as she was walking. Being naturally polite and in no mood to start picking fights, Cleia said nothing and went her way, though she was a little curious to know what the other woman was looking at that made her so distracted. Well, her curiosity was sated, quickly enough, because whatever it was was directly in front of her. It wasn't the lizard... no, wait! That reptile was actually a crocodile, wasn't it? It, or he, from the voice and mannerisms, was a rather animated creature, quite unlike his partner that walked a little behind. Since Cleia was behind them, she could only see the man's muscular frame. He had quite a nice build, and rather long hair. Most likely, he was a mage, because Cleia had seen enough in this life to know that most mages tended to have striking characteristics about them that made them stand out. She caught up with them and walked by, sneaking a glance at the man's face as she passed, though she would quickly avert her gaze and face if he looked at her. In her opinion, he was quite hot, but she tried to forget about him once she was well ahead. It wasn't like she would even interact with him at all, so what was the point of thinking about him? |
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| 栄 Zaber | Oct 19 2015, 04:54 AM Post #8 |
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They continued on, proceeding through the town as the young woman, known as Cleia, continued past Suijin and Vector. TO which Vector saw her and had hearts flutter in his eyes, but likely she wouldn't notice his gaze. "Ah... beautiful city means beautiful girls," Vector sighed as he inhaled the autumn air of Poisenttia's lavender pedals in the air. Of course, it ended when Suijin gave Vector's scaly tail a slight tug. Vector yelped a little and got his head back from out of the clouds. "You can go 'sight-seeing' later, croc. Don't forget we are here on a mission," Suijin stated firmly, his voice a soft tone to the crocodile. Turning around and flicking his tail out of Suijin's grasp, the crocodile sighed and rubbed the back of his head. "Yeah, yeah... You're right. So where is this person we are suppose to be finding? Some mouthy jerk talking trash about us?" Suijin continued to walk for the theater where the target would be, unbeknownst of others would be there. "IF the information is right, the playright should be around the theater district. We have the picture of them. We just gotta find them." Suijin said as they walked casually through it. What many didn't know was that this ruggedly handsome ladies' man was actually one of Fiore's most wanted men. And not in the best way. He was an agent of one of the dark guilds! If Cleia knew that, things would be difficult for her mission. But she would know in due time. For now they were both seeking out the client and his future looking darker. |
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| 裁 Hadou | Oct 19 2015, 08:54 PM Post #9 |
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Leaving the muscular hunk and his pet raptor behind, Cleia soon found herself at the theater. It was built like some sort of miniature amphitheater, well, the larger part of it. Cleia assumed that that was where live plays were staged out. There were other halls and buildings and structures that were artfully connected to the amphitheater, making this complex building a grand and magnificent structure. She would have loved to take in the sights, being a lover of the arts, but she knew that business had to come before the pleasure. After the playwright was safe and her mission was complete, she would check out this place at her own leisure. But for now... The crowd that was already at the theater was distasteful. Cleia had never liked large gatherings of people anyway, but there was nothing she could do about this, so she began pushing her way through the people, most of whom had no useful reason to be here. Giving an apology every now and then, she managed to duck and squeeze her way (her small size had its benefits) up to a door that stood beneath a high balcony, where someone, who did resemble the playwright (though she could not easily say, because he was rather high up), was involved in some preparations of his own. She managed to open the door, slip through, and close it with a sigh of relief. She found herself in a building adjacent to the main theater itself, and there were quite a number of people in it. Most of them considered her with a passive curiosity, then, considering her to be of little importance, lost interest in her and continued with whatever it was they were doing. Cleia brought out the mission scroll and read its contents, just to make sure she was in the right place and about to do the right thing. Then, she inhaled deeply and said: "Cicerius brings his tidings, at this waning hour." Of course, it was meant to be a secret code that would identify the Light mage that would help the playwright against his would be assassin. As expected, people turned to look at her, but turned away again and resumed what they were doing. After a few seconds had passed, a tall, lean man approached her and asked: "And what is the meaning of that, if I may?" Cleia responded by staring back at him, not uttering a single word. For about three seconds, they held each other's gaze, then the man said, "Cicero, eh?" and turned sharply, heading for a side door. Cleia followed him, and only when they got to the door did he turn round and say, "Identification, please." In response, Cleia showed him her guild symbol, then produced the mission scroll and offered it to him. After a moment of scrutiny, he returned it and opened the door. "Right this way, ma'am. Master Benzio has been expecting you." |
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| 栄 Zaber | Oct 20 2015, 05:50 PM Post #10 |
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Suijin had taken notice to the woman briefly but had his mind focused on his mission. As he entered the theater, a few minutes after her. They looked around and noticed how alot of people were there. There were so many sights and smells. Large crowds of people didn't bother Suijin, despite him standing out easily. Still he kept an eye on things. He was not too into the whole theater scene, but he saw some appeal in it. He did love being on stage, performing and having fans admire him. All to add to his vanity and pride it seemed. As they watched from a nearby wall, Suijin kept an eye for the playright that should be among this area. "No sign of the target so far..." Suijin said lightly to his crocodile friend. He did notice something. The girl they had briefly saw before on the street was there and looking around for something as well. It was not his concern about her.. at least till later as she was pretty cute. But for now, the job came first. He didn't see the target. He had remembered the picture he had gotten of the target who was funding and speaking in the elimination of the dark guilds. While Suijin was not one to care about the politics of guilds and what not, he was still asked to 'teach the playright a lession for crossing Tartaros'. That was all he needed to know. Tartaros had become the closest thing to home and one that shared his ideals of the world. He gladly would protect it from anyone that threatened it. So that made this guy an enemy. "Any thoughts of where this guy could be hiding?" Suijin asked, hoping the crocodile would have an idea. But a few seconds passed and there was no answer. "Vector?" he asked. He turned to look to see Vector had gone and get something while they were talking. Beside him, Vector was there stuffing his face with a bag of popcorn he got at the concession stand. Vector was stuffing a hand full of popcorn into his maw as he ate happily. Suijin gave him a look that said "Seriously, your eating NOW?" After a minute or so, Vector noticed Suijin and looked up, seeing his displeased expression. Swallowing the last in his mouth, he extended the bag. "Ya want some popcorn?" He offered, guessing that Suijin was made he didn't offer any. "No, thanks," Suijin grumbled, more annoyed that Vector was 'eating on the job'. Continuing to watch the scene before him, he kept his eyes, ears and nose open for anything that seemed like a possible lead. Edited by Zaber, Oct 20 2015, 05:50 PM.
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