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| [Graded]Malevolence & Mayhem! [C rank Mission] | |
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| Topic Started: Nov 15 2015, 11:14 PM (670 Views) | |
| 梟 Inara Serra | Nov 15 2015, 11:14 PM Post #1 |
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~Mission Info Linku~ Snow yawned widely as the familiar tap on the door sounded. It was time for her to do things again. They were just not good at waiting. She had only just returned with a new member to the guild, and now they needed something else. Joy of joys. She took a few deep breaths, and time to stretch before she sauntered over to the manilla envelope which had been shoved beneath her door. It was short and sweet and simple. She would be doing a mission with another mage in a dark guild, one known as Raven Tail. It was important for inter-guild relations, it said. And beyond that the usual. Location, vaugest of vauge outline of what horrible thing was happening. It seemed there might actually be some danger this go round..who knew? The outline seemed to be animals had gone haywire, and the people of Dandelion were waiting on help. They also seemed to suspect magical play in the bargain. "Oh goody." Snow grabbed her weaponry and laid it out, checking that blades were sharp, and she had plenty of arrows. She put on her armor and headed out toward the awaiting transport. She would sleep til she reached Dandelion, and then disembark. Then she would get the supreme honor of sitting in a bar to await the meeting of her companion for this happy fun time mission. There was a small problem with trying to get to the bar though. That being the absolute panic in the streets. Bats flew beneath a noonday sun, screeching their unhappiness, but flying all the same. People screamed as the creatures tangled in their hair. A small army of spieders backed part of the womenfolk into a corner. And of course they were too scared to step on them. "Here we go.." Snow said softly as she started to maneuver toward the meeting place anyway. Edited by Inara Serra, Nov 15 2015, 11:26 PM.
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| 栄 Cryool | Nov 16 2015, 01:18 AM Post #2 |
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The bar, as one would expect, was mostly empty. Like, literally, there was only one person- or two, if you counted one of them as a person. The establishment was seedy - what place in Dandelion wasn't? - but fairly clean, a bar with more cheap tables and secondhand chairs than it should legally contain, with a counter of black and shelves upon shelves of strange ales and mysterious liquors in the back. There was, behind the counter, a lone bartender cleaning his glassware, with more than a few beads of cold sweat dripping down his forehead. The other thing of interest was an armored and clearly oversized skeleton laid out on a stool in front of the bar, its head and arms lying on the table as if in mockery of a hungover patron. An empty bottle was in its hand, and all around the skeleton on the floor were puddles upon puddles of- was that rum? Rum. There was rum, spilled out all over the ground. The bartender looked startled when another potential customer entered the bar; but he quickly gathered his senses, and waved her over. "Sorry for the mess, ma'am, but the situation outside's making it hard for anyone to get anything done around here. Take a seat?" Ah yes! He was the one who put down the request, a certain Mr. J. Silthon. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Nov 17 2015, 09:56 PM Post #3 |
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Snow entered the bar, noting without thought how much if a mess it was. There were bottles strewn everywhere, and even sitting in the floor beside what appeared to be a corpse. So solemnly did it lie, she was quite convinced of this. The man who owned the place, and the requester no doubt given the state of his business, directed her to a seat. "I've seen the madness, and the mission request. I'm just wondering two things at this point. Who am I working for, and where is my partner? Well...Let me renegotiate that to 3 things. What the hell is making the animals act this way?" Snow sat at the bar, asking her questions as she moved. She didn't want to wait forever. But she didn't seem to mind stepping around the corpse with the bottle much either. Well, more like skeleton. It was about now Snow noticed the puddles of rum. And the fact that the bottle was clutched in the thing's hand. She cocked her head to the side, scenting the air around it only to come up with the smell of rum, not rotten dead thing. She sighed and leaned against the bar. "I am J. Stilhon, owner and operator of the Thieves Den Inn & Bar. But. There seems to be a very obvious problem Miss. Do you see any thieves drinking whiskey and making shady deals? Nope. And that's a problem for a mostly honest businessman in these parts." Snow sighed, reaching out to catch the tumbler of whiskey he slid her way. "I suppose I should wait for my partner before you go into much more detail." She sipped the whiskey, and turned to eye the skeleton on the floor again. Perhaps poke it with the toe of her shoe. |
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| 栄 Cryool | Nov 17 2015, 10:29 PM Post #4 |
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The skeleton shot up full-force, with such vigor that even rigor mortis couldn't entirely explain its movements. "I got it!" The skeleton shouted, as an orange light began to emanate from the socket where its right eye should have been. "It's a necromancer! Not a strong one though, or else they would be using human corpses!" What. The bartender, despite the outburst, didn't show any sign of surprise other than the still-gathering puddle of cold sweat on his forehead. "A-Are you sure, Sir? I-I don't mean to doubt your abilities, but this town hasn't been under a necromancer's attack since...ever, as far as I'm aware." The skeleton stared at the bartender, and stood up - a full seven feet in height! So this was why there he looked so sweaty! "It's a slum!" The skeleton roared. "Homeless people, thieves, these are the kinds of folks that no one misses if they get taken away- I bet that's what the necromancer's trying to do! Tired of messing around with birds and beasts and all that small fry! Trying' to get a leg on up!" The skeleton slammed the empty rum bottle on the counter, before pulling out his large sword and heading towards the door. "We've no time to waste, darlings, follow me the both of you!" Never had a bartender's face looked so pale, as he mouthed his words to Snow. "That thing's been here drinking for an hour, I don't know what to do with it. I can't tell if that's someone sent to help us, or the monster itself." The skeleton slammed the door open, cackling as he stepped out into the streets - strangely empty, though they were bursting with life and chaos mere minutes ago. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Nov 18 2015, 03:52 PM Post #5 |
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Snow was startled to say the least when the "body" sat up suddenly. She had intended to poke it with her toe after all. When it spoke about necromancy she mentally facepalmed. The poor bartended looked scared to fucking death. Snow was having trouble not laughing her ass off. She instead covered her mouth with her hand as she listened to what she could only assume was a ridiculously drunk skeleton person thing try to make logical deductions. Damn he was tall though. When she had to look up someone, she assumed they were just giants. His sword matched. While Snow didn't necessarily agree with his logic, she wasn't stupid enough to challenge a giant skeleton who was well armed. Snow laughed out loud at last as J. tried to make her more aware of the situation. The crack as the door was nearly thrown off its hinges cause the man to wince again, but less in fear of his life and mire in fear for his thinning wallet. "Well Mister J." Snow downed the last of the whiskey in her glass. "Let's go. I'm pretty sure he's trying to help, but I'm fucking certain I'm not arguing with a 7 foot mostly dead guy with a sword who happens to be drunk. How about you?" Snow stood and adjusted her weaponry again, starting to follow this strange being. She didn't turn to look, but she smirked when she heard J. scramble out from behind the bar. |
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| 栄 Cryool | Nov 19 2015, 12:48 AM Post #6 |
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Jackal's lone eye of magic glimmered as he looked around the empty street - an hour ago, a gang of folks had tried to take back the roads, but judging by the amount of empty shoes on the ground, it probably didn't end too well for them. More importantly, though, those shoes and clothes provided something more helpful than a living witness: they provided a trail. "Now, darlin', you're the one from, what was it- ah, Grimoire Heart! You're the one from that guild, am I right in guessing?" Jackal asked as he bent down, trying to make a bit of small-talk while he inspected the ground from an elevation easier to discern things from than seven feet up in the air. "Mister Bartender, sir, I'll need you to go back inside and bring a few more bottles of rum, if you will." "Sir, with all due respect, I can't see how-" "They're vital to the investigation!" The sweaty bartender gulped, before rushing back into the bar. "Now then," the skeletal man announced, rising with a torn jacket in his hands. "I don't suppose you conveniently have a way of tracking things, darlin', or are you planning on surprising me?" He inspected the jacket, holding it close to his eye. Taken by wolves, judging by the marks on the back; but the sleeves spoke of spiders and bats alike. "Hmmm, we're in good luck! This one's a hasty fellow, not quite adept and controlling dead bodies just yet." |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Nov 20 2015, 02:33 PM Post #7 |
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"That guess would be correct. And you must be Jackal. From RT. Pleasure to meet you." It wasn't every day she met a giant walking talking mostly dead man after all. So it was a.sincere compliment on her part, combined with her mirth at the while situation. She didn't argue his point on the rum. Again, she felt no need. Besides, some people got mean when they were drinking and she didn't want to be on the wrong end of that proverbial stick. "Why..How did you guess?" She was smiling as she asked the purely rhetorical question. She had glanced at the strange garment, which might have once been a jacket, but was now mostly angry tatters. No wonder everyone had left the streets. It wasn't exactly safe when she came through. Now she took the thing from skeletal fingers and sniffed it gingerly from a little way away. There was the scent of wolf, so that was right in the skeleton man's assumptions. Aside from that was a clear scent of human. Overly clean, smelled like lavender despite the jacket likely belonging to a man. There was also the base scent, which was what he would smell like without all the soaps and fancying up. Very much male. Very distinct. "Got the scent. Ready when you are." She dropped the jakcet irreverently back onto the dusty ground of Dandelion. It was about now the bartender returned with a sack of rum bottles, 5 in all, and handed them nervously to the strange man with the glowing eye. "I...This is all the rum I have left." Snow chuckled. She couldn't help it. She had never been hunting with a drunken corpse, but given his soft drawl and the rate at which he was consuming alcohol, she thought this might get interesting. "Let's go. And uh...What makes you think this is a necromancer anyway?" |
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| 栄 Cryool | Nov 20 2015, 09:07 PM Post #8 |
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As if on cue, several pairs of bony arms rose from the ground, snatching away the bottles from the terrified bartender's hands before returning into the earth. "That'll be all, sir!" Jackal merrily responded - or at least, as merrily as someone of his nature could respond. Even his happy sounded menacing. "You ought to return to your bar and close up shop, hide out until it's all over now; anything more and you might get yourself killed just like me!" He cackled wildly at a joke that was more successful in turning the bartender's face a new shade of white than making him laugh. Disregarding the bartender for now, Jackal turned to his inter-guild partner. "I didn't know." Welp. "If it weren't you a'tracking, it would've been me! Since you've volunteered, though, I trust ya darlin' - go right on ahead, I'll follow and explain while we figure out where these poor folks have gone!" The skeletal man took a swig from his bottle, emptying its contents into his mouth - and then right through him onto the ground. Finished, he simply threw the bottle nonchalantly towards a nearby wall, as a skeletal arm rose from the ground to offer him a new one. "Why a necromancer? Why, this is a budding necromancer's modus operandi, darlin'!" Jackal began to explain, picking up the bottle before pushing the arm back into the ground. "You start with a small animal, a bird or a worm. Then you move up. Cats, dogs, wolves, bats - animals, because their brains are simpler! Why, I even knew one that had an army of moles under his command!" "Then they get discontent, and that's where the danger comes in. Tired of messing around with animals, see, they try to get a human. Maybe kidnap a body from a grave. Then a freshly killed one from a crime scene. Then, they get ambitious - and that's the stage we're at, darlin'!" The cackle that Jackal gave off took an ominous turn. "This one's just got poor decision-making skills, chose a place big enough for people to send help - he's probably got too many animals and just a few dead folks under his control, but nothin' here that can't be handled!" Sending a skeleton to fight a necromancer was- definitely an unusual choice. |
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| 梟 Inara Serra | Nov 25 2015, 05:09 PM Post #9 |
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Snow was very much amused at this point in our story. She had spent so much time working with people who had an issue with seriousness, that even the morbid sense of humor which the somehow drunk skeleton exhibited was a nice change. She listened as she scented the air, following the trail it led her on. It was a simple path, which led to a backstreet, and then up away from Dandelion proper and more into what one would call the slums. If there could be places considered slummier than Dandelion itself, they were heading toward them now. "Makes sense." was Snow's simple reply to the logic the skeleton man was following. She noted the hand which rose up, and was subsequently knocked back down into the dirt. "Is that how you started?" Necromancy wasn't an art that seemed to flourish in Fiore, at least not to her knowledge. The scent eventually turned into a just as easily definable blood trail. She followed this without much thought, or even much conversation really. The Drunken skeleton was still behind her, and she was focused on doing her job. Now as they approached a warehouse which was so out of place within this district it freaking screamed "LOOK OVER HERE" with its shining cleanliness she stopped. "Trail goes that way." It would make more sense to wait and be smart about entering. Somehow she didn't see her partner taking that sort of route though. |
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| 栄 Cryool | Nov 25 2015, 08:35 PM Post #10 |
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"I- excuse me? How I got started? Me?" Jackal scoffed, visibly offended by his mission partner's lack of knowledge. "Why, I never- do not put me in the same category as those necromancers, darlin', those folks are hooligans running around dealing with forces far beyond their control. I, on the other hand, do not deal with anything along the lines of trapping tormented souls in rotting corpses and praying that my magical power is enough to prevent them from eating me alive - why, I hunt these kinds of folks for a living!" Oh god, she pressed the right button. "Why, don't you know necromancy is one of the darkest arts of all magic? There's a reason for that, you know; dealing with screaming spirits and dark magic, no, no, no, that's some dangerous stuff right there. These are the kinds of folks that turn into your next mass murderers, or your grave-robbers and ancestor-defilers, the perverse and immoral - you should never get too close to a necromancer." Jackal tsked, or at least, came as close to it as a living skeleton could. "Bad stuff, I tell you, bad stuff." The skeleton continued on and on about the dangers and his past experiences with necromancy, all the way down the trail until they actually came in front of the warehouse. "-and well, I, personally, have a vengeance against these kinds of folk. See, necromancy - it don't mix well with my magic. My skeletons, they're very well vessels for their magic; turns every fight into a fight of the mind, darlin', they be wrestling with me for control for my little ones." He stopped in front of the main entrance, before unsheathing his sword. "This one, though...should be small fry." With an unceremonious cackle, Jackal swung his sword with a mighty sweep of the arm, chopping it straight off its hinges; a powerful kick forwards, and the now door-less entrance was open for anyone to enter - a shame they couldn't see anything beyond the opening itself. "Hey, it's dark inside - you don't happen to have a light do you, darlin'?" |
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