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| Topic Started: Mar 25 2016, 09:35 AM (242 Views) | |
| Fairchild | Mar 25 2016, 09:35 AM Post #1 |
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The Sir of FTG
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Julian felt like he was finally able to breath again. It had been a few days since he saw the Knights that had tried to stop them outside of Poinsettia, and it wasn't long before they'd be in Coreopsis. They just breached the borders of the Lavender Forest, having not seen any cause for concern. If Mago and Fukumura weren't busy, he couldn't help but think that he'd be in chains right now. It wasn't that Mago wasn't competent, the exact opposite, really, he was one of the most competent thieves he knew. His buddy Fukumura, on the other hand... Well, Julian's feelings on the half-demon were well-documented. Instead, Julian had employed a couple other members of RT. They were small-time, and their magics were... almost laughable. But that didn't change the fact that the duo were more than capable for what Julian needed them for. Hugo was their driver, he hadn't quite acclimated to Raven Tail life yet, looking more like a used cart salesman than a viable threat. Of course, this same innocuous appearance was why he was sitting up front. Jo, on the other hand... She knew exactly what she was doing. She was the muscle on this mission, and she was more than happy with causing a little mayhem. "Hey Chief, looks like we got someone up ahead." Julian groaned. He didn't feel like having to deal with some moronic do-gooder asking for directions to the nearest monster nest. Still, Hugo wasn't being paid to just sit around and drive the cart. He was also supposed to be vigilant, making sure that the trio were not caught off-guard by the Knights. Ever since he screwed up outside Poinsettia, he'd been on high alert, reporting every strange-looking person he saw, thinking they must be working with the law. So far, they were up to six false alarms, so Julian braced himself for lucky number seven. Julian stuck his head out of the back of the covered wagon, kneeling on a crate of stolen weaponry. He couldn't make out much in the morning sun, other than a dark shape at the side of the road. Still, it was clear just from their size that it was some kid... And considering how far out of town they were, that probably didn't bode well for them. Lately it seemed like all the kids traveling Fiore were super-powered psychopaths. Still, there wasn't much else they could do but follow their course. He relayed the order, ducking back into the wagon to address Jo. "Keep yer guard up, Love. Not promisin' nuffin', but we might end up wif some comp'ny." |
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| 司 Mango | Apr 15 2016, 06:22 AM Post #2 |
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What's The Point
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Alice fucking hated fog. Sure, it blocked out the sun, which could be a blessing on days where it shined so much it burnt her skin, and sure, it kept everything fairly damp and at a decent temperature. So, why did she hate it so much? Because it blocked her view. Having grown up in an environment that required her to have almost constant situational awareness, the fact that there was this thick-ass blanket of whatever-the-fuck-it-was constantly obscuring her vision and preventing her from seeing more than 10 feet in front of her just exacerbated her paranoia to the point where the girl was near-restless, her blood-red pupils dancing about in the morning sun in an attempt to keep all sides checked in case of an ambush. Entirely unnecessary, but it was how the snow-haired orphan lived - and she would much rather be constantly on edge than permanently dead. With this in mind, it might have been understandable that the appearance of what seemed to be some sort of vehicle through the thick blanket of fog startled the orphan just a bit, causing her grip on her handgun to tighten in her pocket, the scythe resting on her shoulder to come forward a tad, and her gait to become just a tiny bit more twitchy, ready to dive to the side in the event of an attempted hit-and-run. Alice's mind hardly stopped at these points to ponder the absurdity of her mental processes - here she was, simply walking, and the appearance of a vague outline of a vehicle had put her on edge enough for her to consider diving into the brush a feasible option. Unnecessary precautions aside, the albino forced herself to remain calm, her eyes casually following the vehicle as it approached. Upon further observation, it was some sort of cart, with a rather peculiar-looking driver at its helm and the familiar clanking of goods in the back. Before long, the wagon was less than a few meters away from Alice, and her concerns had been somewhat quelled by the driver's unassuming appearance. However, she did keep in mind that this could simply be a front, and that anything could come out of the back. The only gesture Alice made as the she walked past the driver was a little nod of acknowledgement, barely noticeable with her hood up, making sure her scythe didn't accidentally tear the fabric of the wagon cover. "What'cha got back there? Like, stolen alcohol or something?" Heh, she managed to crack a little joke. At least, it was meant as a joke. It wasn't as if she knew what was back there. |
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| Fairchild | Apr 26 2016, 06:34 AM Post #3 |
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Julian heard it, the girl's voice chuckling out some awkward attempt at conversation. He could tell pretty easily that it wasn't anything to worry about... but Hugo couldn't. He'd been getting more wound up over the course of the trip, seeing Knights behind every tree: waiting in every shadow. And, unfortunately, it was this innocuous comment, meant in jest, that finally lit the fuse on the powder keg. The sound of a shot rung out, the wagon coming to an abrupt stop. Julian scrambled out from the back of the wagon as fast as he could. The scene he was met with was better than he'd expected, although definitely not ideal. The girl was unharmed, but there was a hole in the ground at her feet. Hugo was still pointing his weapon, a panicked look in his eye. Julian wasn't sure what to do... He'd never really dealt with someone cracking under pressure; his normal crew was pretty adept at handling stressful situations. Hugo aimed his weapon higher, training it on the girl's head. He tried to sound intimidating, but his voice wavered as he spoke. "That was a warning shot, ya little bitch! Back off and I won't have ta blast ya!" Julian stepped beside Hugo, his back facing the girl. With a single, fluid motion, he brought his hand down on the driver's weapon. He didn't want to spook him, but to calm him, and as such, moved very slowly and deliberately. Once the weapon was pointed at the ground, Julian made his move. Hugo's hands were only loosely gripping the gun now, and carefully, Julian wormed the weapon out of his grasp. He placed his lacryma arm on his shoulder as he addressed his driver, placing the weapon on the seat. "Hugh. This is a kid. She ain't gonna cause us any trouble, ya hear me? And now, you ain't gonna." There was a moment of confusion which flashed over Hugo's face before Julian activated his Lacryma arm, electricity surging through Hugo's body. The thief caught him under the arms, laying him carefully on the seat. He was out cold, but he was still breathing, his chest raising and lowering rhythmically as he lay in the awkward position that Julian placed him. After poking his head into the back of the caravan, Julian turned to the girl who Hugo had threatened. "Sow'ry, love~! Impossible ta find good help, nowadays, I'm afraid." It wasn't the best of situations, but Julian could salvage this, he figured. At the very least, he figured he could convince the girl to just ignore what had happened here. If he had to, he'd offer her some cash for her trouble... but Julian kind of hoped it wouldn't come to that. For now, he was just trying to rely on his charm to smooth this all over. As Julian climbed down from the driver's seat, a pair of hands came out from the canvas, pulling Hugo into the back of the wagon. Julian bowed deeply to the girl, uttering apologies for his driver. "I hope you can forgive us, Love. Name's Moreau: James Moreau... tha Third." Edited by Fairchild, Apr 26 2016, 08:50 AM.
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| 栄 Zaber | Aug 12 2016, 11:22 PM Post #4 |
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Water Dragon Slayer
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