Welcome Guest [Log In] [Register]

Fairy Tail RPG

Staff Members:

神 Administrators:
{{Inara Serra}}
{{Mazohyst}}

主 Global moderators:
{{Ajimeister}}

座 Guild Librarian
{{Fumus}}
{{Sachio Hanabe}}

裁 Mission Moderators:
{{
Kanna}}
{{Reya Starylight}}
{{Hadou}}

司 Librarians:
{{Potato}}
{{Mango}}
{{Grond}}

Fairy Tail Guild RP Current News


Hey everyone, it's me, your Lord and Savior, your Once and Future King, and your new Admin-for-Life Unlimit Sendo. I'm here to drop some turnbuckle-diving elbows and awesome news. There's been some relatively small updates to rulings regarding summon familiars and single summons. Additionally, there's also been a pretty big update in regards to the AP shop which reorganizes it and adds a ton of new stuff. You can find that in the AP Shop section under Item Creation. Check it out.

FTG Staff
Quick Links:

{{Fairy Tail RPG Rules}}

{{Fairy Tail RPG News}}

{{Character Creation Template}}

{{Character Modification Template}}

{{Mission Creation}}

{{Mission Request}}

{{Grading Request Topic}}

{{Guild Members}}

{{Item Creation}}

{{FTG and You: The Guide 3.0}}

{{Project Jumpstart: For Newbies!}}

Locked Topic
[Graded]Et Lux In Tenebris Lucet (Ruslan/Lilith); Not all that is gold does glimmer.
Topic Started: Mar 9 2017, 07:58 AM (997 Views)
ajimeister
Member Avatar
^ Mood.

"Aye," responded the private frankly, lowering slowly his handgun.

No sooner had the man finished his interrogation of the suspect did Lilith move to interact with the bereaved mother of the household, in an attempt as per his orders to glean more information. It was a short conversation from what the private could overhear from his location at the parlor; whimpers and quiet mumbling accentuated by sobs and wails, something about joining a smuggling group. Was this the Dark Knives that she spoke of? Nay, it was equally likely that he could've been part of the Aozaki-Kai; the previous dealings he had with the organized crime syndicate had involved the poaching and trafficking of rare and exotic toys, things that had scarred the soldier during his tenure as an unblooded, newly minted squire. Although in retrospect, it was laughable really for them to treat selling such commodities as if they were of equal value as drugs, think that they would be the culprits behind such a smuggling operation was quite possible as well.

Ruslan drew one last speed cuff from the vestiges of his belt pouch, before clapping it onto the perpetrator whom had divulged what he had gleaned thus far. It was a shame really; the man had hoped to save what he could for more, potentially dangerous suspects were the need to detain one arise. Further compounded was this by the situation at hand, considering that such altercations had occurred between the Aozaki-Kai–whose margin of strength the knight was privy to from prior run-ins–and the Dark Knives–some smuggling organization that was embroiled in a bitter conflict with them. Perhaps with luck, the situation could be further resolved without the need for more speed cuffs. But that was a laughable notion; considering what had transpired thus far, and his newfound acquaintance's reaction to the slaughter of the man upstairs, the call for blood was nigh, and needed to be satiated.

The Seveni plodded over toward the mother, who had broken down in despair upon gleaning the status of her beloved son. It was a hard thing indeed, for him to do, to question someone so irreparably scarred by the horrific transgressions that had happened upstairs. It was a hard thing no doubt, for her to answer; so deep in bereavement was she that the words that she uttered sounded less than lucid, equal parts talking, moaning, blubbering and sobbing. But as the circumstances had it, it was his job. As a knight, an upholder of order, to glean information on the crime. Justice was something that wasn't Ruslan's strong suit; indeed, it had been a long time since the man had realized that it was a ridiculous ideal that could never ultimately come to fruition. The best he could do for this poor soul, was to provide a sense of closure, to at the very least detain the perpetrator for crimes committed. Nothing less, and nothing more.

Grasping and unfastening the chinstrap on his full helm, the soldier removed an integral part of his protective gear, attempting to assuage the mother with a friendlier face. Friendly was relative however; the features of the man, offset by the vaguely corpse-like gaze of his eyes seemed only to hurt the woman further, and as he attempted to approach, so did she continue to sob, in louder and greater intensity than before. It was a queer occurrence really, something that the private was most unused to. Was it perhaps due to his age? Or was it due to something else? Had it been that he had terrified her? The many reasons behind the woman's sobs were tangential, the possibilities countless.

"Hello there ma'am, I'm Private Ruslan Gudleifr, of the Knights of Fiore. This probably sounds hard to bear with, but I'm going to have to ask you a few questions. Nod if you understand."

The wails soon gave way to sniffles, soon followed by a slow nod.

"Good," remarked he in an attempt at a smile.

"You stated something about your son joining a group? Please, answer truthfully. Rest assured, you aren't in trouble."

Moments passed, and then minutes, as the woman struggled to regain her composure, long shattered by the brutal murder of her son. It was something that the private understood; he knew the pain of losing family, of losing a loved one all too well. And thus did he wait patiently, notepad in hand. But eventually, the woman succeeded.

"Aaron..my husband..he once tried to become a knight like you, to support our family. Move to Chrysanthemum, make an honest living with the benefits they received. But he wasn't able to make the cut. He...he and I took shifts at a factory in Aster Town, to make ends meet as a result."

At that, Ruslan was taken aback. This was a scenario that was most certainly sad in its own right; from what he had discerned at the Academy, Aster Town was one of the places hit the hardest during the First Boscan War, whereupon howitzers and tanks rained shells indiscriminately on the city. Countless civilian casualties were caused, meticulously planned and executed in accordance with their plans. Doubtless, this was a family afflicted with dire misfortune.

"I was injured in an incident sometime after, and the company eventually forced me to resign. My son's been trying to find a way for us to get by for the time being...but we couldn't get by with what we've got. The smu-smuggling group....the smuggling group was the only thing we could come to in order to scrape enough money to get food for the table."

The woman shivered once more, and then began wailing once more upon recalling the despicable group that had caused the death of her son.

"A curse on them and their ilk," she wept. "A curse on them all!"

Offline Profile Goto Top
 
Reya Starlyght
Member Avatar
Verba volant, scripta manent.

Lilith stood in silence as the private, whose first name happened to be Ruslan, interrogated the woman. She had to admit, he had been able to strike a note within the woman's soul, unlike Lilith who hadn't been able to get much out of her. In any case, the mage listened intently to the woman's confessions. They still didn't really explain how the mother had pushed her son to join the smuggling group, which she assumed either happened to be the Dark Knives or some other faction that was rivalries with them. Maybe she just had that thought in her head, and that the son had actually just joined to help her? Whatever the case, the mother still wasn't giving any clues as to the whereabouts of the Dark Knives, and considering that the gang had committed a pretty serious crime, they would have to be tracked down. Although to be fair, Lilith didn't know much about the justice system. She really just assumed that they would have to be rooted out. Hopefully they would be.

A few moments after the woman had cursed the smuggling group, whoever they happened to be, Lilith decided that the woman definitely wasn't going to be saying anything more by herself. "What is the name of this smuggling group? And do you know where one of their bases are?" she asked, then adding on, "if we know a name, we can track them down. If we know a location, we can do it fast." She glanced over at Ruslan after saying this, although based on his reaction earlier to her joining him, she supposed he probably wouldn't have much of a problem with the mage tagging along for a little bit longer. She hoped he wouldn't. Turning her attention back to the mother just in time, Lilith caught what she was saying in response. "He worked for the Dark Knives...." she started unconfidently, thinking for a moment, "he always used to go into an abandoned warehouse in the Docks sector at the witching hours. I don't know why else he would go there except for work."

Lilith knew that there were quite a few warehouses in the Docks, but using past knowledge that was probably a bit outdated, she narrowed down the options to two. The first one, a large warehouse that was often the meet-up place for teenagers looking to cause trouble, and the second a smaller one that seemed to have no way in. The mage guessed it was the second warehouse that the son had gone to, although she supposed it could be the first. "Thank you for the information," she replied, trying to be as soothing as possible. She then turned to Ruslan. "It's been a while since I've lived in Dandelion, but if nothing has changed since then there are two warehouses that fit this woman's description. Did you get anything from the assailant that was captured?"
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
ajimeister
Member Avatar
^ Mood.

With a faint attempt at a smile, the soldier began to pull back from the witness whom he had questioned, once again donning the helm over his face. The events that the woman had underwent had been quite an ordeal indeed; to have lost a loved one to war, a loved one to the hardships of monetary concerns. This was something that Ruslan sympathized with completely; his own tale had too, been similar. What was ultimately distressing however, was the fact that for all of the horrific things that the mother had been through, it was a story that drew a great many parallels with countless other tales, forged and changed forever with the course of history, the ever changing paths of different policies, aspects of politics that had taken place with the reign of King Stefan Markus ro Unmariquia.

"Thank you for your cooperation ma'am," stated the private more formally.

"We shall see to it that the culprits will be dealt with accordingly."

The knight ended his last statement with a peculiar emphasis, an allusion to a promise that woe would not befall her alone. The people whom had done this were callous indeed, to have murdered a man in cold blood within the very vicinity of his abode. It was a high crime, one that, with the implementation of stricter laws and policies with the advent of the Boscan War, could very much lead to capital punishment for the guilty parties. But it was reasonable to suspect that a great many of these people did not fathom, nor did they care, about the precedent behind their actions, as horrid as they might've been. Dealing with these people was another one of his duties as a knight; to stave off occurrences such as these and nip them in the bud before they blossomed further.

In but the span of a couple more minutes time did Lilith soon approach, armed with a wealth of information relating to the local area, something that indeed piqued the soldier's interest. Evidently, it seemed that she was once a resident of this hive city, and her tenure within the area had allowed her to glean much information on places where the Dark Knives' haunt could be. A warehouse it seemed, one out of two, overseeing the wharves located just a ways close by the dilapidated ward of Orphan's Row. Certainly, it seemed like a start. And with that, the man too, begun to divulge information relating to what he had managed to gain from the suspect whom he had brandished a gun before moments ago.

"Looks like her son was someone who tried making off with the goods that this smuggling group have themselves dabbling in. Salt, Boscan Grass, shady things, you name it. And from what I hear, there's a different group of people, the Aozaki-Kai, that are in some kind of turf war with the Dark Knives. Those guys are bad news bearers, that I can attest to."

There was little that the soldier could glean off of these people known as the Dark Knives, that the mother and the culprit spoke of. They were an unknown, whose strength and capabilities the private was uncertain of. But for the latter group, they were a syndicate whom the man had found himself at odds with, one that the soldier had a good amount of knowledge of. They were a relatively well-organized association as far as criminals went, city boys from Crocus more akin to the mafiosi of Raven Tail than petty hoodlums and street dregs. But at the end of the day, a made-man was just a thug, a well-dressed thug at that. Nothing more, nothing less.

"I don't know about these Dark Knives fellows, but the fact that the Aozaki-Kai's here is bad news in my opinion. Typically, they're just a group of thugs in suits that just keep to the perfumed district in Crocus and just do their own thing. But to think that they're here of all places...this is certainly strange."


Offline Profile Goto Top
 
Reya Starlyght
Member Avatar
Verba volant, scripta manent.

"Drugs, hmm? Sounds like typical Dandelion," Lilith remarked, mostly to herself. She wasn't at all surprised the notion, and the tone was evident in her voice. Turf-wars were a little bit rarer, but still she had seen, and been caught in the middle, of a few of them during her time in the city. The only thing that caught her off-guard in Ruslan's statement was the name of the opposing faction. She had never heard of the Aozaki-Kai before, and the fact that the private identified them as a threat was alarming. Maybe they were a new development in Dandelion? The mage doubted that, however, because if they were on the same level as the Dark Knives they would have to be at least somewhat influential, and new gangs didn't tend to have that kind of, touch. There's a certain thing about fear, it tends to prosper over long periods of time, not short ones. At least one thing good came out of the notion of another powerful faction, it meant that the Dark Knives hadn't changed much since Lilith had last been in the city. Well, actually, that wasn't really a good thing.

The mage listened once again as the private shed light on the Aozaki-Kai, but what he stated was certainly not what she expected. The mere fact that the gang was from a different city, specifically the capital, was suspicious at best, and downright unnerving at worse. For Lilith, her thoughts were somewhere in the middle of those two extremities, not exactly sure what to think of it all but also knowing that something serious had to be going on if a faction from another city was on the prowl. "That just tells us that there is something interesting happening between the two groups. The Dark Knives, well they're a well rooted gang, in fact they're less of a gang and more of an operation. It makes sense that they'd be dealing in narcotics, so I would say that the hostage was telling the truth, or at least something close to it. Smuggling definitely wouldn't be beneath them, so in that regard I think the man upstairs really was working for them, which means that the woman is probably telling the truth about this abandoned warehouse," she stated, saying her last sentence a little quieter that way the mother could not hear, "the closer one of the two I know how to get to, it's the bigger one. As for the small one, I'm not entirely sure where it is, but I know the general area it's in." Lilith was implying that they go and investigate the warehouses, although if the private would accept her invitation, she knew not. After all, there could be some legal complications. There was usually always legal complications.
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
ajimeister
Member Avatar
^ Mood.

The concept of the Dark Knives and their origins proved perturbing, quite perturbing to the private as he continued to mull over the information presented by Lilith about what she know of their kind. They were a group that was well-established within Dandelion, a cartel perhaps that specialized primarily in smuggling goods, in particular these narcotics, valuable items to produce, obtain, and export in their own right. In that regard, perhaps this too, alongside the fact that the Aozaki-Kai had muscled in and tried to establish their own dominion over Dandelion's underworld, had resulted in elevated tensions that in turn helped lead to the situation at hand. It was a bad omen indeed, the arrival of the two gangs; a storm was coming to Dandelion, and there would need to be more that the Knights could do than merely turn their collars up and brace for the incoming strife that would follow. Active measures would most assuredly be necessary; deploying soldiers to nip problems like these in the bud was far more effective than simply waiting for the issue to come to them. The rebellion in Acacia that his comrade, Cyrus of Mizhou had quelled was but one of those issues; Ruslan had heard news of entire units of guard units, supplemented by battalions fresh from the front, being shipped by the trainload to quell the brutal rebellion, a siege that cost a fair portion of knights, civilians, and rebels alike. If such a situation was to repeat itself in the powder keg of Dandelion, one could not fathom the repercussions.

Once more did Ruslan holster his handgun, before lifting the visor on his helm once more. Looking at his acquaintance whom had mentioned familiarity with a pair of warehouses located upon the expanse of the Docks that was most likely part of the Dark Knives haunt, the man nodded in affirmation of what the lass implied. Were it that the Dark Knives were located at an establishment already owned by an individual, the entire process of searching the location would be onerous in its own right; reports for search warrants, dossiers of evidence, reasonable cause, the amount of red tape went on and on, sometimes to unbelievable extremes. But then again, Fiore was in a time of war, and in accordance with the country's jurisprudence, it was very well possible for troops stationed within a designated ward to be capable of searching under probable cause. Thankfully however, it seemed that were the warehouses abandoned, there would be no issue deploying a patrol, nay, even an entire company to stake out, secure, and clear the area.

"I'm in. But considering that the Aozaki-Kai might get involved in this, things might get a tad dangerous. Let me make a few calls, and we'll be off."

With that, the man immediately brandished a rather cumbersome communications lachryma from his belt, a handset transceiver that, although relatively unwieldy and ungainly in appearance, served its function well.

"Gudleifr to CP. Confirming a homicide at the scene of the crime. How copy?"

"CP copies. We'll try to run a 10-29 for the perp, stat."

"With all due respect CP, we have reason to believe that the Aozaki-Kai and another gang may be involved in an altercation, possible 10-35. Requesting a cordon-and-search, over?"

No sooner had Ruslan stated so had a clamor immediately been raised in the form of a commotion on the opposite end, followed by panicked barking and expressive language to others present within Command Post. Evidently, it seemed that Field Command was just as keen as he on removing Dandelion of the threat if at all possible.

"CP to Gudleifr, where is this location, over?"

"Gudleifr copies, if I recall correctly it should be somewhere in the Docks."

More commotion could be heard as the operator began shouting and bellowing at others present at the other end, speaking of the situation while all the while issuing a plethora of orders, sortie assignments and unit formations for the aforementioned units to be deployed. It seemed that they had no intent on sparing any expense; over the multitude of voices that emanated from the radio the soldier could scarcely catch a couple of words and phrases, no doubt indicative of the gravity of the situation.

"~I want an entire company ready to deploy in 5 minutes. Full load, armored buses. Yes, I said armored buses. What do you mean they're not ready? Make it ready, or so help me I'll have your ass."

At that, did the private turn back to his acquaintance and smile faintly.

"Finished. Now, what say we head to this warehouse?"
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
Reya Starlyght
Member Avatar
Verba volant, scripta manent.

As she had expected, Ruslan would have to report back in to whatever base he was deployed to. Lilith nodded in acknowledgement of the statement, happy that the private would be allowing her to continue with him, and then turned her attention to the mother that was now trying to swiftly exit the house. The mage simply let her go, being convinced that she had not done anything wrong. Why she left was beyond Lilith's current state of mind, although she could guess that there could be a multitude of reasons.

She didn't listen too hard to the conversation that Ruslan was engaging in, it not making much sense to her. The mage didn't really understand why the military had number codes for different situations, much less did she know what they actually meant. Just about the only thing Lilith heard from the other side of the device's link was something about armored buses. Apparently the knights were not messing around. That was reassuring, but she knew that vehicles could only go so far in Dandelion before not being able to move. Naturally she was talking about the particularly interesting, or not interesting, thing below the city, the sewers.

That place was a hotspot for criminal activity, even moreso than just Dandelion in general. Chances are if there's a gang, they have a hideout in the twists and turns of the literally underground network. Not only that, but warehouses tended to have entrances to these sewers, whether just by conventional means or a more deliberate approach. With all that in mind, Lilith drew the conclusion that she could possibly have to go down to the system that day. She hoped she wouldn't have too, because even though she knew the place somewhat well, it was still a nightmare to try to actually get somewhere besides down and back up.

By the time she had finished her thoughts on the matter, so too did Ruslan finish the calls he was making. "Sounds good to me," Lilith replied to his suggestion. With haste she exited the house, hoping the private to be following her, and made her way through the street that joined Orphan's Row and The Docks. With no incident aside from a few looks she entered the latter location. It was quite obvious, the shift between the two sectors. Row was pretty much nothing but a shantytown, aside from a few houses. In fact, if the mage had to make a guess, she would had said that the mother and son duo had probably been some of the best off people in the sector, or at least in terms of living conditions. The Docks by comparison, was pretty much all industrial. Most buildings were double-storied, and did not look inviting. Lilith walked past quite a few of the somewhat menacing buildings, before pausing at one, that unlike most, was made out of brick. Most of the windows were busted, but not boarded off, and on that brick was layers upon layers of graffiti. It was almost a cheerful sight amidst all the metal, if one could get past the meanings of the paint on the walls. "Here we are, warehouse #1," Lilith said, talking to Ruslan. She didn't enter the building, not yet, but she did here yelling coming it. Yet unlike before, it wasn't frightful or dreary voices, it was uplifting. Something told Lilith that the Dark Knives did not operate in the place. Those inside could know something, however, so it could be worth an investigation.
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
ajimeister
Member Avatar
^ Mood.

As the knight and his newfound companion made their way through the winding passages and treacherous roads that curved through Orphan's Row to Dandelion's Dock, so did he begin to experience once more an eerie feeling, an all too familiar one that made the man sick to his stomach. The tension that draped over this very city, that pervaded the very air, was fast becoming thick, thick enough for the man to cut with his blade. Perhaps it was due to the fact that the Aozaki-Kai and the Dark Knives were involved in something destructive, something that Command probably could not fathom nor tolerate. So was this evident within the dispatch of an entire company of soldiers; such a large amount of troops in full gear was rare in situations and areas outside of large-scale insurrections and wars. Even a riot within one of the wards of many cities typically involved less than that number of units; perhaps a platoon at the most. The way circumstances seemed to unfold, it was almost as if it was yet another operation, only confined to a city instead.

The gravity of an operation was something that Ruslan disliked, one that made him all the while anxious and more prone to recurring flashbacks, hallucinations and memories of the front. It was something that took a grievous toll on his sanity at times; even now the man could recount the moments where he had lost his self-control and had broken down, with only a semblance of his persona still left untouched by means of his medication. The consternation was evident on the private's face, as he once again began to fumble for another vial out of habit, only to stop himself. There was only so much medication he could consume after all; the side effects of overdosing were far, far worse in the long term.

Amidst dilapidated piers and abandoned wharves did the two continue onward, moving toward the warehouses that Lilith had spoken of. Warehouse #1 was a rather large building crafted from brick and mortar in stark comparison to the others, a central storage area perhaps that, apart from the litany broken and boarded windows, graffiti and obscenities, looked aesthetically pleasing. From the private's perspective, it seemed one of the better places for such a shady organization to make their haunt; considering it had fallen into disrepair, yet still remained standing. The words that resounded from the facility however, did not seem the rhetoric of either one of the syndicates however.

Moving closer to an ajar side door of the warehouse, Ruslan availed himself of the opportunity to perform reconnaissance, discerning the people congregated within. It was a group, situated around a speaker in a flannel shirt, whom was elevated head and shoulders above her hearers atop a projecting stone. The private was at once attracted by the rather strange group that seemed not to be a gang; he found the speaker most intriguing, a familiar-looking, powerfully muscular man, with a pallid complexion and a characteristic personality and wit all his own that betrayed his features. He lifted one fore finger, and marked his emphasis with it as he spoke; his voice was high yet strong, one with the fluency and method of a habitual lecturer. The ringleader of this gaggle of fellows indeed.

"It's the fallacy of all those troublemakers," he preached. "We know whom these fellows from Crocus and those young'uns are: People who want to make as much profit off of our misery as possible, under the pretense that they'll furnish and protect us with their rackets. We know what that amounts to: our children, our friends and families out in the streets, either hooked up on who knows what, forever in the debt of these dregs. Of people's houses being broken into, being mercilessly beaten or slaughtered for slighting these gangsters. That's the sort of benefit that these pondscum have contributed to us. But what should we do? Should we just stand here like cowards? Nay, says I, we should take the fight to them! To hell with the Aozaki-Kai! To hell with the Dark Knives!"

"Hear, Hear!" said the private in a sonorous voice, before walking in. Almost immediately did the attention of the crowd turn to face the man: Clad in a suit of armor and face obscured beneath a helm, armed with a myriad of weapons, made his appearance somewhat arresting. The arrival of the soldier as he ventured inside was met promptly by a distinct variety of reactions; some looked to the private in fear, others with a reassured sense of calm. Still more viewed the man with glances of loathing, perhaps related to the relative inactivity of the garrison up until recent times. But the strangely familiar ringleader, merely stepping down from his slight eminence, strode forward to face the man, alongside another, more diminutive balding fellow. And for a moment did they continue looking at each other in the span of a couple minutes time.

"Well, well," stated the muscular one, "If it isn't a Knight. Forgive the others over here, they're all a bit averse to you people, you see."

"It's about damn time your kind showed up," remarked the balding man."Where were you people when this whole fiasco occurred in the first place?"
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
Reya Starlyght
Member Avatar
Verba volant, scripta manent.

The mage followed in after the knight, almost unnoticed in her plain black t-shirt and pants compared to his suit of metal armor. By that time, Lilith had already sheathed her knife and put away her gun, noting that she now only had 5 bullets left in it compared to the usual 6 that resided in it. The words that the man had said, well they were quite surprising to say the least. In all her days in Dandelion, she had never heard someone talk so openly about the gangs in such a truthful way. They were like a corrupt, oppressive government in more ways than one. And they certainly did not like people disagreeing with them.

Naturally, the people were in quite a bit of shock after seeing Ruslan, and Lilith didn't blame them one bit. The leader, however, wasn't. She guessed that he was someone that the two could trust. "We are actually looking for one of the bases of operation for the Dark Knives. Someone gave us a tip that it was in an abandoned warehouse in this sector. This was the first one we stumbled across," Lilith stated, after she realized that the private wasn't going to be talking. Her voice was low enough that only the two men that had came to face Ruslan would hear, although she kept an eye on the crowd. They all seemed pretty wary, but none were slipping away to go tell a gang about the news. Overall, they didn't seem that bad of a crowd.

"So, the knights are actually going to get rid of the gangs?" the man asked.

"Well, you see, I'm actually not a knight. He is though," Lilith replied, pointing to Ruslan, "although I think they're doing something." Emphasis was put on the last word. She didn't want to say too much, so nothing specific was disclosed, but hopefully he got what she was trying to say. He nodded, and then walked over to the crowd, tapping on a woman with dark hair and skin. By then, people had started talking again, so not many people noticed the sudden absence of a person. They both walked back.

The man spoke again, introducing her. "This is Sayla. She used to be a confident of the Dark Knives. If you really are going to attack them, or at least do some kind of scouting, take her."

Lilith looked at Sayla observantly. The glare in the woman's eyes, it was that of rebellion. However, the mage knew it was not her decision to accept Sayla into the group. "Should we trust her?" Lilith asked, looking at Gudleifr.
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
ajimeister
Member Avatar
^ Mood.

The circumstances at hand that continued to develop began to degenerate into a scenario most unfavorable to the private present within the warehouse. Ruslan had scrutinized the myriad of faces around him as his presence was noticed by the crowd, and now he looked before him without appearing to fix his glance on any one. It was evident by their actions that they viewed him differently than their peers, an outsider, an ausländer in the tongue of the hated Boscans. Perhaps it was due to the relative activity–or inactivity–of the Fioran Knights until recently; Dandelion had been a city rife with crime, in which it was only until the wake of Backstrom's uprising that the National Security Council had deemed it necessary to dispatch peacekeepers to keep the rampant crime in check. The lack of proper emergency services–corpsmen and gendarmes–for such a time surely fueled their animosity and apprehension toward the knights; it was as if they were an unwanted presence, one no longer needed or desired by the people sometimes. Their failure to respond to their needs only deepened the hostility and widened the schism between the people and the garrison.

It was thus, therefore, that Lilith's impeccable response proved a boon for the private, who had remained silent as not to fan tensions. Capitalizing on the fact that she was not affiliated with the Knights of Fiore, the lass moved to face the leader of the ragtag group, before explaining and elucidating the people present on the reason behind their visit. Evidently, it seemed that what Lilith had stated satisfied them; no sooner had she finished had the leader, donning a dirty fustian, bid his people to relax. So was it that as he did so, that the man gestured with a sweeping motion, before tapping the shoulder of a swarthy, lithe girl who still seemed despite his reassurances to be ever wary of the two. Her name: Sayla, a former associate of the Dark Knives. She had a certain characteristic jenesaisquoi about herself, one that indicated nonconformity, that seemed to unnerve his partner. And to an extent, Ruslan found himself doubting whether having Sayla join the group would be a feasible idea or not. But then again, when he had first met individuals such as Mago Burttodo, the man had his own reservations about people such as he as well.

"Sure. Glad to have you on board, Miss Sayla."

With a hand outstretched, the private shot a momentary glance toward Lilith, with a gesture of the head that indicated his intention. It would be imperative if they kept an eye on her throughout her tenure with them; though she might've been useful for performing reconnaissance against the Dark Knives, there was still the chance of a potential betrayal. And he did not want to take any more chances than necessary.

Evidently, the balding man knew perhaps of Sayla and whatever facets of her personality might've made Lilith ever the more suspicious; with a whisper to the leader did the fellow attempt too to call up another from the group. And thus, did the fustian-clad orator do so, with a broad sweep of his hand toward a Well-built, intimidating man who began to stride toward the center. He looked like a slab of rock; hard and cold and chiseled in a manner that conveyed strength, that demanded fear almost from those that gazed upon him. In stark contrast to the others present within the warehouse, the fellow was not garbed in simple garments or dirtied clothing; in its stead the man wore a professional ensemble–a tie, dress shirt, bespoke suit–that further gave off the impression that he seemed dangerous.


"Mathers thinks that your party might need a little bit more support if things should prove too much to handle," explained the leader. "The fellow over here's name is Mattock. He used to be part of the Aozaki-Kai, so if you need muscle, the man's got you covered. But rest assured, he's a good person."

(Sorry for the less than stellar post)

Offline Profile Goto Top
 
Reya Starlyght
Member Avatar
Verba volant, scripta manent.

Lilith nodded in the slightest way when Ruslan glanced at her, understanding that they should be wary of anyone who was once a member of the two rivaling factions. Or any gang, for the matter. The mage had no problem doing what the private had communicated; she was going to be keeping a close eye on Sayla in the first place. It was a bit of a relief, in fact, that she knew that Ruslan would be doing the same thing.

Just after Gudleifr had done this, the leader introduced the two to another person. A member of the Aozaki-Kai, now that bothered Lilith more than Sayla probably ever would, but she tried not to let her thoughts about the matter show. If both Mattock and Sayla accompied the knight and mage, it would mean that if a fight would break out the two wouldn't have the advantage of numbers. Plus, Mattock looked like a pretty tough opponent. That being said, however, Lilith knew that without both of them, she and Ruslan probably wouldn't get too far. Plus, the private could always just call backup from whatever squad he was in if something went wrong. Or at least Lilith was counting on that.

"Alright, Mattock can join too, then," the mage started, "but nobody else, please?"

"I understand. Now, about that tip you told me about earlier. Where do you think the Dark Knives' base is?"

"Last time I was here, which was a long time ago, there were two abanonded warehouses that could be possible gang hang-outs. The first one is this one, and the second is a small warehouse closer to the river. It's the one that's all boarded up and seems to have no way in," she answered.

"Ah, yes. I know which one you're talking about. Sayla should know how to get there. As for whether it really is a base or not, I don't know," he stated.

"It's possible it could be," muttered Sayla, as if she was deep in thought, "I know how to get there, if you want to leave now. I think we should. Before things get worse."

Lilith's face tensed slightly in concern at the woman's last statement. It was a bit ominous, enough that the mage really didn't want to answer the subtle question she had posed before. "What do you think?" Lilith asked, looking at Ruslan. She said nothing about her own thoughts, wishing for him to say his and his only, but if one were to observe her closely, it would be obvious that the mage wanted to go as soon as possible.

(It's alright, all of yours are like a thousand times better than mine anyways. Also, sorry for my post not being too good, my phone was about to die so I had to post quick.)
Offline Profile Goto Top
 
1 user reading this topic (1 Guest and 0 Anonymous)
ZetaBoards - Free Forum Hosting
Create your own social network with a free forum.
Learn More · Sign-up for Free
Go to Next Page
« Previous Topic · Dandelion · Next Topic »
Locked Topic

NSRP One Piece Explore Pokemon Godai TOGETHER WE FALL: A NON-CANON NARUTO RP FF:Adventure Scarlet Night Overtale, A Post-Pacifist Undertale RP Red Like RosesSengoku HorizonRorupurei
[ Copy this | Start New | Full Size ]