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| The Adventure of the Blue Chrysoara; And Pink Scarlett | |
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| Tweet Topic Started: Apr 9 2018, 12:30 PM (1,401 Views) | |
| ♣ Alistor | Apr 14 2018, 07:14 PM Post #16 |
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Chrysoara smiled at his commander’s words. He didn’t know her well, but she reminded him of Ceu. That thought made him remember with a spike of guilt that he would be trying to leave after this investigation was over. Then, he noticed his commander hiding her marine logo. Smart move, though his justice kanji was a tad bit more difficult to hide. Not to mention, his entire attire was made to show off that he was a marine. “You’re a nice person and I thank you for your words, Commander. I want more information as well. We know there were disappearances, but do we know if there were any similarities between them? Who is being targeted? I feel like that is important information, but I was not told any of it. Do we know when it happens, as well? It may be that the kidnapper or murderer strikes at a particular time of day.” Chrysoara spoke, though he wasn’t nearly as confident as his choice of words would make him seem. He glanced at the nearby cathedral. It was massive and incomplete, though possessed a certain majestic charm with the way the windows had images stained into them. Chrysoara had encountered the likes of stained glass windows very infrequently. It was not an easy process. “I’m afraid that I won’t be able to hide that I am a marine, but perhaps we should go to the cathedral? Whoever is in charge is sure to work with the marines and may even be able to place you within their ranks.” Chrysoara left the unspoken implication hang in the air. They didn’t know who to trust but may need to put trust in someone to gather information. This route suggested by Chrys would end with them placing trust in a high-ranking priest. What would they do if he was the one behind all of this? He hoped that his commander had a better plan than trusting a stranger. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Apr 17 2018, 03:26 AM Post #17 |
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"We know none of that funnily enough. We've simply been informed people are disappearing, and considering almost everyone wears a black robe, there's a high chance it's one of them. What we don't know is whether people are using them as a disguise, or whether it's extremists. We also... Don't actually know if it's related to them at all. For all we know it could be some big, scary, beast... Let's, uh, let's go to the cathedral" With Chrys having suggested it, Scarlett was liking the idea of that over some sort of crazy beast hunt more and more. At least with humans you knew what you were getting and could predict them. Her jacket was fairly obvious though, so she simply flung it towards her supposed bodyguard, allowing him to wear it if he wanted. Of course, it wouldn't hit, but if it was slung over his arm then it'd look like he was escorting a civilian, instead of two marines walking in. "If anyone asks, I'm a uh... A civilian that wants to mourn with them, and you're a marine escorting me there because why not. I read somewhere they like mourning death and stuff, which is incredibly depressing but we can work with it surely" Why was she doing this? Why was she just willingly diving into this without any sort of former research. Even from all the way back here her mind was racing and trying to figure out all the possible exits and ways to flee from there. But yes the two approached, and as they did so the pink haired girl soon noticed something, her weapons. With a groan, she flung her scabbarded saber and her rifle towards Chrys too, before slipping her unloaded pistol into her pockets. She needed some form of defense after all. "You'll really look the part with those... But uh, this is quite possibly a terrible idea. I'll ask them for a tour, and you can tag along maybe and we'll figure things out from there I suppose. I do not look forwards to wearing an oversized black dress if this does work though, or, well... Joining a bunch of cultists if we are right" |
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| ♣ Alistor | Apr 17 2018, 06:55 PM Post #18 |
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Chrysoara had to admit his commander was right. What if it was some massive beast hunting once a full moon? Well, that would be interesting but it wasn’t very likely…was it? Then, his commander tossed her jacket. Chrys caught it and stopped momentarily, staring at the jacket. This wouldn’t fit. He shrugged and tossed it onto his shoulders, not sliding either of his arms into it for fear of ripping. Next, he received a sword and rifle. So many weapons! His commander must be quite the accomplished fighter, even if she didn’t act like it. He slid the scabbarded sword onto his waist and looked at the rifle. What was he to do with this large metal stick? The weapon looked to be made of steel and had a small scope on the top. A black leather sash was attached to act as a sling. Chrysoara fumbled with it, adjusting the length of the sling and sliding it onto his back. It was a quality weapon, though Chrysoara had absolutely no idea how to fire it. “Yes, Ma’am.” Chrysoara said as he resumed walking. Her comment about this being a terrible idea took him aback. He had suggested it. Was he already messing up? No…no…she was going with the plan still. It was the best one they had, even if it wasn’t great. “I agree, but we need information and do not know if these priests are friendly to the marines on an individual level. We can change plans if you would like?” Chrysoara asked the question as they walked into the cathedral. The inside of the building was the most magnificent thing Chrysoara had ever seen. It rose far above his head, stories upon stories of open space. Around the sides were doorways leading into other areas. Chrysoara could smell fresh wood as priests carried it from this main room into a side hallway to their left. The dark stone of the inside shone with light from a glass ceiling far above as Chrysoara took a step forward. The man he approached stood giving orders to the other priests as they worked. There were a few like him around, though this was the one closest to the duo. He stopped giving orders as Chrysoara approached and Chrysoara noted the man’s false smile. “A marine?! Well, how do you do? I am Nero Mur. Pleasant to meet you!” The man said, though his voice never rose beyond that of a respectful murmur. This was a place of the dead, even though it was their cathedral. Chrysoara paused. The man had addressed him, though Scarlett was the commander and leader in this situation. It was her right to speak first. Nevertheless, Chrysoara knew he needed to speak. “Greetings, Mourner.” Chrys said, remembering a title from a book he had read on the way to Cactus Island. It was what they called their priests. At least, Chrysoara thought it was the title for their priests. “This woman here is the daughter of my superior, Commander Scarlett. Perhaps you have heard of the famous marine commander. Regardless, she wishes to join your order and the marines received reports of disappearances from this island. Commander Scarlett thought it a good opportunity to accomplish two goals and has sent me to escort her daughter until she has joined the order.” Chrysoara paused there, hoping the lie was believed and hoping the true Commander Scarlett could add some details to make the story more believable. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Apr 18 2018, 01:34 PM Post #19 |
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"No no it's ok, I'm just not used to this is all. It's a great idea, just... I'm usually not suitable for this sort of thing, but, I'll do it it's ok. I can do this, it's just a bit of acting, totally not to any scary priests who like to kidnap people. Totally fine" She felt bad acting up in front of Chrys, especially as he actually had a fairly good plan. She just, wasn't all that great at following plans like that. If she were snooping around it might not be so bad, but having to act and stuff wouldn't be as pleasant to her. Well, either way it was a little too late for second thoughts as the two entered the building. It looked fairly well built, though there were notably some gaps which showed the place was being worked on. Unlike what Scarlett was used to, there were no workers with safety helmets, but instead robed individuals working on it, taking it upon themselves to build the roof over their own head. Commendable, and... Not particularly the kidnapping type if taken at face value. Whilst Chrys did the talking to the man in front of them, Scarlett kept her focus mostly on the priest, however she found herself scanning the room regardless. The windows were pretty, stained and coating the floor in a weird mix of colours thanks to the sun outside. Most of the pews were empty however a few had one or two mourning individuals sat upon them, keeping to themselves and doing exactly what their tin said. Her attention was however snapped back forwards as her acting skills were called into the situation. "Oh please, Mum isn't that famous. Regardless, this place is amazing. The architecture is something else for sure" She used this opportunity to take another brief look round. There were several rooms to the side of the building, ones which she was sure to try and have a look round at some point. She had a feeling the individual they spoke to wasn't one of their false faces, neither an extremist. He seemed too well versed, yet also kind, though she supposed you could never truly tell. Her eyes finally returned to in front of her, where she continued to spout lies fairly convincingly. "I heard that you are all very into your... Mourning I suppose, and that's something that I would like to take part in. My father passed away in a pirate raid and... Well, it's been difficult getting past it I suppose, and I felt like I should be finding a way to deal with my sadness and do something about it I suppose" Scarlett called upon multiple memories, including of the fight for Mirrorball, along with many pleasant memories of her father teaching her to shoot things. He'd taught her a lot, and she couldn't ever really repay him for how kind he'd been to her. In fact, she could feel herself welling up now, which was both intended and unintended in an awkward way. Her voice to match the man in front of her didn't raise up in volume too much, apart from when she spoke to Chrys. |
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| ♣ Alistor | Apr 18 2018, 06:06 PM Post #20 |
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“We are very dedicated to our work here.” Neru Mur said with a nod as he slid both hands inside his sleeves in front of him. Chrysoara didn’t like the position. He could be hiding knives or any other sort of weapon… and when did he begin to start expecting attacks around every corner? He was always one to analyze but never one to expect death. Was that a good or bad thing? “I am sorry to hear about your father. Fortunately, you have come to the right place to mourn. We revere and honor the dead more than any other religious institution in the world.” Nero Mur said, though Chrysoara noticed a distinct gleam in his eyes. What was that about? “Normally, one would need to speak to the Head Mourner about joining our order; however, we currently do not have a Head Mourner. I am one of those in the running and can accept you within our order. If you go down the hallway to the right and tell the quartermaster that Nero Mur sent you then they will give you robes befitting of your new position within our order. Your religious studies will begin immediately, so please report back here as soon as you change.” Chrysoara watched Nero Mur’s eyes as he spoke. The gleam was gone the moment he stopped talking about being able to accept Scarlett. Was this man power hungry? Was that what he was sensing from him? He wanted the title of Head Mourner? Well, nothing evil about that if that was all it was. He did seem to be a genuinely nice person. More than that, Chrysoara couldn’t decide if Scarlett’s story was true or not. That was perhaps the reason Nero Mur had accepted her so readily. Chrysoara could swear he had seen tears in her eyes when she spoke about the death of her father. Chrys made a mental note to ask her about that later. “Nero Mur, may I question the other Mourners regarding the disappearances? I would hate to be disrespectful.” Chrysoara chimed in, before Nero Mur could speak any more. “Oh, yes. Yes, you may. Of course, you should show your respect to the dead before embarking on such a troublesome task. Now, if you will excuse me. I must be seeing to the construction of the east wing. It is in dreadful shape and I am afraid the acolytes are not very good at constructing it on their own.” With that, Chrysoara watched Nero Mur run off to the left. The large fishman looked around and thought about his next move. He should pay his respect to the dead? Well, that sounded easy enough. The problem was that Chrysoara knew less than nothing about the practices of this group? What would be considered respectful? |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Apr 19 2018, 12:16 PM Post #21 |
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"I had a feeling I had" She began to reply, deciding that if she were to join then it would be best to suck up to him as much as possible. The more he believed her, the easier it'd be to manipulate and get some information out of him. She bowed her head fairly low as he mentioned that he was in the running for some form of leadership, trying to remain as respectful to Nero as possible. If he turned out to be a real priest and not a phoney, then she'd feel a bit bad deceiving him, so the least she could do was be kind. She was sure someone like him would understand, though if he was one of the so called kidnappers... Well, she'd made sure they dealt with him. And by they, she meant Chrys. He would deal with that side of things, unless she got given a moment to put a bit of distance between them, and she got her weapon back of course. "Thankyou Nero Mur, I will be going now then." She bowed her head again and then wandered off towards the indicated room, briefly flashing Chrys a smile. How was getting into this group that easy? It was both giving her positive and negative vibes. She'd read enough mystery books to know that nothing was that easy, not without some form of consequence. As she entered the door she could hear her fellow marine asking of the disappearances. A bold move, one which she did not know whether it proved successful, for she was now halfway down this coridoor. It was fairly small, but at the end she could clearly see an arch leading into a larger room, presumably where the quartermaster was. She began to mentally rehearse what she'd say. She wasn't socially awkward or anything, but under pressure she did have a tendency to run away from responsibilities. "Hellooo? I'm here for some robes, I was sent by... Nero Mur I believe" |
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| ♣ Alistor | Apr 20 2018, 08:13 AM Post #22 |
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An old burly man walked out of a room in the back of the large room, behind a desk. His arms were as thick as tree trunks and veins could be seen bulging on them. Of course, normally robes would cover the arms but this man wore his sleeves rolled up. A faint scent of old leather and oils could be smelled coming from the back room. Over the top of those smells was the unmistakable smell of soap. In the main room, there was a large supply of robes. None of them looked new. “Another one sent by Nero Mur? Damnit, what does that man think he’s doing. He knows that without a Head Mourner that no one is supposed to join the order.” The large man’s balding head and blue eyes looked Scarrlett up and down for a moment before nodding to himself. “The man is out for power, that’s all. Keeps sending new recruits to me because he knows that I’m not of sufficient rank to deny his requests. Hell, no one is high enough rank to outright deny it. Sure, the others in competition for the spot could argue over it and likely will, but I still have to outfit his recruits.” The large man walked around the counter, revealing equally large and muscular legs to go with his large arms and barrel chest. He walked over and grabbed a pair of robes. They weren’t stained, but they were clearly faded from use and deep cleaning. “Whatever, it’s none of my problem if the man is trying to fill the order with those sympathetic to him. I’m just a quartermaster with too many old robes he needs to get rid of.” The man sighed as he tossed the robes to Scarlett. He was done ranting about his woes. Sure, they had an oversupply of clothing lately due to… well, due to issues. It didn’t matter. His job was to make sure everyone had what they needed. Chrysoara looked around. This place seemed holy but was it somewhere to honor the dead? There was so much…activity. Sure, it was low energy but it was still activity. Priests moving around, carrying building supplies. Chrysoara could hear a faint sound of hammers on nails and other carpentry sounds. In fact, Chrysoara could faintly hear a sound that may have been chiseling. Priests did like their works of art and exquisite stonework. Where should he go to show respect to the dead? Chrysoara wandered towards the exit of the building. Sure, it was a cathedral but it was also in production. A more appropriate place would be a graveyard or a completed building. Once outside, Chrys stretched in the warm sun. The weapons around him clanked unfamiliarly. It was something Chrys wasn’t exactly used to – weapons, that is. Outside the building, Chrysoara looked around. There were many people in the same black robes as Nero Mur. Some of them seemed to be particularly solemn – evidenced by their downcast faces and downtrodden eyes. They ambled slowly through the area, their pace one of solemnity despite the glorious day that was today. With a nod, Chrysoara began to walk towards them. As he did so, a thought occurred to him. He had no method of staying in contact with Commander Scarlett. She was unreachable. What if she found the kidnapper(s; possible murderers) and got herself in trouble? What was he doing? She was a Commander in the World Government’s finest military force – the Marines. She would be fine. A Commander did not need the help of a lowly Ensign. “Ma’am, may I ask a question.” Chrysoara said as he approached the closest downcast person in black robes. She was young and beautiful, though she had a small child hiding behind her legs. Well, she was probably older than Chrysoara but no older than early twenties. The child seemed to be about three years old – and extremely shy. He, too, wore the same black robes. The woman turned her eyes towards Chrysoara slowly and didn’t respond immediately. Chrysoara almost spoke again – unable to wait any longer – before she finally responded. “What is it you need?” She said, cautiousness filling her voice. Though, there was something deeper in her voice than cautiousness. Sadness? “I would like to know the most holy place a visitor may go to honor the dead.” Chrysoara said. He didn’t want to disobey their customs and ask about the disappearances. He was nervous that disobeying their customs would cause them to not talk to him. She answered with the movement of her hand. It was pointing at a nearby mountain. “Dour Top.” |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Apr 20 2018, 10:35 AM Post #23 |
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Well, this guy certainly looked the part of a quartermaster. All those skinny ones she'd seen in the marines had never really fit the picture she had in her head. She imagined them to be fairly large, strong workers. And lo and behold, here was the perfect example. She greeted the man with a smile as he lent against the counter, beginning to complain verbally about Nero Mur's constant bombardment of new people into the cause. An idea began to form in her mind, one which she began to nurse with the help of the large man before her, as he continued his rant about it. With no actual leader, he'd been allowing people to join almost freely, which made her wonder... "Surely there's nothing wrong with a few new faces around here? From what I've seen and heard most the island is a part of the cause anyway, predating his... Choice in recruitment" She chose her words carefully. Despite being causal with Chrys she knew that here she'd need to watch her tongue, especially if these were the bad guys. Still, she had a feeling that the man before her was in fact, just a Quartermaster. Nero Mur was giving her a few bad vibes, but she had a feeling in her gut that it wasn't exactly for the reason she had in mind. She watched as he wandered over to some robes, browsed for a moment, and then flung her some. To her surprise when she held it against herself, it was about the right size. Sure, they were pre-owned but hand-me-downs were hardly the worst thing she'd worn. Slinging them on quickly she bowed to the man. "Thank you, these fit nicely" She paused slightly, looking around the room. As she'd expected, a variation of large and smaller stone bricks made up the walls, with rather gloomy lighting in the form of candles helping the rather small slits in the walls which seemed like an attempt at windows. Whilst the quartermaster didn't seem too bothered, she couldn't help but feel that if you wanted to hide something like a hidden room, a badly lit room would be a good start. She imagined there were a number of them around the building though, which certainly added to the intrigue. Remembering Nero Mur's request for her to return quickly, she made sure to keep this conversation brief. |
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| ♣ Alistor | Apr 21 2018, 09:56 AM Post #24 |
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“You’re welcome, lass.” The quartermaster said with a smile. “Sorry to make you listen to an old man rant. What brings you to our order. Not many young girls want to volunteer to spend the rest of their lives mourning the dead. Hell, my own daughter was raised in the order and decided not to stay when she grew up. She’s off travelling the seas somewhere. Joined the marines last I heard.” The old man continued smiling. He hoped he didn’t bore the young girl or cause her to become crestfallen. Nero Mur walked along the far east wing. It was the area he was in charge of overseeing, and it was advancing gloriously. He had been losing members recently, though he wasn’t really sure where they were going. It had seemed someone had sent for the marines to look into the disappearances. He idly pondered who that could have been. Decca Pelson, maybe? She was always wanting to involve others in the business of the priests. Bah! The disappearances could be resolved within their order. It was likely the people were abandoning their oaths due to the political chaos the order was in right now. It would all be resolved whenever he officially took charge. Now, where was that young recruit? The woman practically ran away from Chrysoara as soon as she told him about Dour Top. He didn’t know anything about the geography of this place, but she had pointed at one of the cactus looking mountains when she said it. So, Chrysoara began to walk that way. The fishman was still anxious about not being able to contact his superior. He didn’t ask if she had a Den Den Mushi, though he had one. There was a marine ship docked here. Perhaps Chrysoara should contact it and inform them what was happening. As soon as Chrysoara was out of town and at the beginning of his trek up the mountain, he put the Den Den Mushi towards his mouth. “Come in, Marines. This is Ensign Chrysoara, wanting to report on the progress of the Cactus Island investigation.Over.” “This is Captain Cain. Send the SITREP, over.” A male voice said from the other side. Chrysoara didn’t recognize the voice, though he didn’t know what Captain – if any – were on the ship. He would just have to trust that he was speaking to Commander Scarlett’s superior. “Commander Scarlett has infiltrated the Priest’s order and is acting as a recruit to see if she can gather any information from that method. I am currently heading to Dour Top to observe, remember, and respect the dead as per the island’s customs. It did not appear that they would be willing to speak with me until I have done this, over.” Chrysoara replied, giving all the pertinent information. He wanted to ask if Commander Scarlett had a Den Den Mushi , but that would need to wait until he received another response. “Good work, Marine. Hurry up and earn their trust by following the traditions and begin asking questions. I suggest starting with Mourner Decca Pelson. She was the one who called the report about the disappearances in. Apparently, there is some political turmoil on the island and someone has been targeting her acolytes, over.” “Roger, Sir. Do we know if Commander Scarlett has a Den Den Mushi? If so, what is the signal number, so I can reach her. Additionally, do we know if other acolytes are being targeted other than this Decca Pelson’s? Over.” Chrysoara asked, his interest piqued. So, there was some information that superiors had that they hadn’t passed on to Commander Scarlett. Why was that? Did they just forget? “We don’t know about other acolytes as only Mourner Pelson has called any reports in. As for Commander Scarlett, she does not have a Den Den Mushi with her so far as I know. In fact, I am currently staring at her assigned Den Den Mushi…. Regardless, you have your task. Report back in when any noteworthy events happen and every evening. Out.” The marine Captain gave the command which meant they were done talking. Chrysoara had no reason and no grounds to continue the conversation. So, instead, he continued his trek up the mountain. Unbeknownst to Chrysoara, some men in a dark section of the Cactihedral were sitting around a black Den Den Mushi and listening to the conversation the two marines had just had. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Apr 22 2018, 04:03 AM Post #25 |
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"Ah you know, the usual. Death in the family, don't really know what to do with myself... Well, it kind of does the maths for you there. I'm always happy to help people out, so it seemed like a good choice." Her plan to wander back had now slowed a little bit. She was intrigued by this man, and he seemed like a perfect person to question. Sure, she had to treat everyone like a suspect, but he seemed less suspicious than Nero Mur. Or maybe that was what she was supposed to think? She frowned and rubbed her temples to focus, finally deciding to continue the questions for the man. "What's your daughters name? My Mum's a marine so I might have heard of her" She attempted to remain as casual as she could, although she was a little unsure if she was doing it right. She was a confident girl, but also really scared. After all, she was infiltrating a possibly dangerous group with her only backup being who knows where, and no way of contacting anyone. Moving her arms around a little, she took note of how much flexibility she would have whilst wearing this robe. In almost all ways, the clothing beneath would be the restrictive part, which was good. She could act the same as normal, apart from the fact if she needed to reach for her gun she couldn't. Did... Did she even have any bullets? She'd have to figure that out later. "What made you want to be the quartermaster around here?" Time to extract some more information, or at the very least figure out if he was telling the truth. Her keen eyes watched his face. People tended to look away if they lied, or at the very least they showed some sort of sign. How he stood could also be analysed, though she wasn't completely sure how. Needless to say she was in over her head here, and she wasn't even sure how it happened. |
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| ♣ Alistor | Apr 22 2018, 01:08 PM Post #26 |
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“Her name? Rue Merras. I think she’s made it up to Lieutenant Commander, now? Not sure. She always writes home when she gets promoted but hell if I know those marine ranks.” The man gave a hearty laugh directly from his stomach. “Ah, she’s gotta be at least five years your senior. I’m sorry to hear about your own woes.” The quartermaster ended the statement by pressing his palms together and bowing slightly, showing reverence in his way towards the lost souls that have exited this world. “I was always a quartermaster. I served on some bounty hunter ships in my youth but eventually I settled down in a small town. Met my wife there, ya see? Well, I picked up work as a store keep. It was close enough to what I used to do. I mean, sure, it wasn’t the same. But it was decent enough work. Every now and then I would work with the local tannery or smithy, but I mainly manned the store…. well, I have my own sad tale, girl. I was off indulging myself by helping at the forge when some pirates came into town. My wife was running the shop. Turns out they didn’t like her asking them to pay. They killed her.” The man made the same sign and small bow before continuing speaking. “So, I packed up my bags and my daughter and headed here. It’s been a long time since that happened.” He told the truth and looked at the little girl. She was young to decide to come here without knowing anyone in the order. Whatever happened must have been harsh. “But, I have work to get back to.” The man would conclude with as he would walk into the back room behind his counter. He shut the door behind him, leaving Scarlett all alone. A man walked down the hallway wearing all black robes. Nothing stood out about him, except his goal. He was looking by a young woman. A marine by the name of Commander Scarlett. Chrysoara trekked up the mountain. It was a long and arduous task ahead of him and he didn’t appreciate being sent so far away from where all the people were. Sure, this was where he needed to pay his respects to the dead, but did it have to be so far away? How was he going to ask questions if he was sent to the top of a seemingly uninhabited mountain? He had noticed something strange as he made his way up the mountain. The spots that looked like the spikes of the cacti were really graves. That made his journey even more difficult – as he weaved in and out of the tombstones to avoid being disrespectful to the dead. He normally wasn’t one to care about respecting the dead. They were gone. The people here, though, felt differently. They wanted to speak only to people who showed the level of respect that they expected of their own members. Which meant that he had to make his way up this giant mountain. As Chrysoara made it about halfway up the mountain, he noticed something in the distance. An oddly positioned town. The woman who had directed him to come this way had called it Dour Top. Could she have been talking about that town? She hadn’t been particularly clear when she had given him directions. So, Chrysoara began to shift directions to head towards the small town. As the town came into sight, Chrys saw priests milling about. There was no road leading to the simple village, though Chrys doubted they had very many visitors anyway. Nonetheless, these priests stopped at every grave, bowing their heads and making a symbol with their hands. It looked almost as if they clapped their hands together. Chrys filed that in his mind for future reference. He would need to know how to pay his respects, after-all. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Apr 23 2018, 09:13 AM Post #27 |
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"Doesn't ring a bell... But Lieutenant Commander is mighty impressive, I think. I don't really get their system either." She continued to listen to the man as he explained his life, which certainly was interesting. A bounty hunter ship? She'd heard of a few of them but she'd never really seen much of the appeal, though she supposed she'd never been one to go off on her own without backup. Which... Was exactly where she was now. She was really stuck on that idea, though it was new for her so it made sense, didn't it? She couldn't help but catch her breath slightly as he finished his tale, which only led to her bowing her head slightly and managing to say: "I'm really sorry to hear that. I can imagine that was a motivation for your daughter. I'm sure they'll be forced to see justice soon enough, if they haven't already" She trailed off a little bit. When had she ever been about justice? Even as a marine, she'd always just wanted things to stay as they were, for things to resemble normality. She supposed it wasn't particularly possible with the whole Bright Eyes thing she'd been told about, but even then...She wanted to try. She'd never really had anything against pirates, not just for their title. There could be good ones out there, though it was true you sometimes had to look fairly hard for them. She sighed, noticing the man taking his leave and disappearing back inside his room. That had somehow hit her harder than expected, but... Having led a rather simple life anything like this would be hard for her to hear. "Yeah... See ya. I suppose I do too" With a deep breath, she shook away as many worries as she could and began to wander out of the room. They always had their hands in their sleeves and stuff, right? She supposed she could roll with that, though with so many people wandering around with hands in their sleeves it made her wonder if anyone was carrying anything dangerous... This rather docile and slow island would be very easy to slowly steal people from. Gah, she was treating them like they were guilty, they were still in the unknown around here. As she wandered back down the hallway she noticed another priest headed her way. He had a robe so he wouldn't be coming this way for that, but perhaps he wished to talk to the quartermaster. She shot the man a smile, trying to appear friendly to the locals. Though she did need to rush back to Nero Mur. |
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| ♣ Alistor | Apr 23 2018, 12:13 PM Post #28 |
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Agnew Respite was a callous man. He didn’t hate. No, he just wanted the world to advance as it should. Fools like Nero Mur got in his way. He stood at equal rank to Nero, but the fool kept recruiting people just because he felt it made him more powerful. The fool. Only the New Age Priests had true power on this island, now that the priesthood as a whole had no true leader at least. Now Nero Mur had brought a Marine into their order. “Acolyte Scarlett, I presume?” The man would ask Scarlett. His bald head would shine in the sunlight filtering through the rose colored window nearby, granting it a crimson hue. “I believe you were recruited by Nero Mur? He is currently working on construction in the east wing, though your presence isn’t needed on the construction in that sector. You are too new to us to be used for manual labor. First, you must learn the scriptures.” The man flashed the friendliest smile he could. Agnew was never good at smiles. He was high in the order due to his dedication. If she went along with it, then he would lead her to the basement of the Cactihedral and behind a secret passageway. There, she would be trapped with the New Age Priests. It would be rather simple, assuming she listened. He kept his hands clasped within his sleeves the entire time. He was a suspicious man, and never walked about without some form of weaponry hidden there for easy access. Chrys slowly made his way into the town. At the first grave he saw, he immediately realized his mistake. Chrysoara had walked forward, intent on finding someone in charge here to witness his honoring of the dead. It felt like the right thing to do; after-all, he needed some way to let those down below that he had done his due diligence. Well, turns out it was the wrong thing to do. He passed that first grave and continued onward, barely sparing a glance for the grave. Oh, he made sure he didn’t walk anywhere the body would be buried or anything of that nature, but he didn’t stop. That was his first mistake. His second mistake was apparently not being one of the dead. A black robed woman walked forward, hands clasped in her sleeves. The rough edges and evident anger on her face would quell storms as she walked towards Chrysoara. It was enough to give the Jellyfishman a jump and stop in place, despite the woman not calling out or otherwise indicating that she wanted him to stop. When she reached him, Chrysoara smiled warmly as he always did. After-all, he wanted to befriend these people. He waved his hand as he greeted her. “My dear woman. I was wondering who I should report to in order to witness my honoring of the dead?” Chrsyoara asked jovially. He noted her anger, but hoped he could calm it. Sadly, Chrysoara had severely underestimated how angry she was. “You’ve already disrespected the dead!” She howled, eyes alight with fury, as her hands slipped from beneath her robe. The dagger in her hand flashed before Chrysoara had time to react, sinking deep into his shoulder. “Fuck!” Chrysoara roared as he swung his left hand around, batting the woman away like a fly. She was rather frail and looked malnourished. She hit the ground hard and did not rise; Chrysoara could see her chest rise and fall in time with her breathe, though. What was with the people on this mountain? Chrysoara ripped the dagger from his shoulder and dropped it, blood ruining his clothes as it oozed from his shoulder. He didn't think it would be life threatening, though he was no doctor. She said he had disrespected the dead? Chrysoara mimicked the hand sign that he had seen earlier. It was difficult, but he managed to make the sign and bow slightly as he faced the grave. Hopefully that would assuage any would be murderers. Though, Chrysoara couldn't help but think if he had stumbled upon the source of the disappearances. Perhaps everyone was visiting this village Dour Top and had been murdered by that woman? |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Apr 23 2018, 02:08 PM Post #29 |
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"Ah, uhh... Scarlett Jr, but sure. What's up?" Weird, how did this guy know who she was? Had Nero Mur called for her? She hadn't been that long, and considering that robes were often hard to fit for certain people, surely he'd be more understanding. The man continued to speak though, elaborating that she wasn't actually required to help there. She couldn't help but narrow her eyes slightly, after all she hadn't actually said her name, and Chrys had only mentioned her 'mothers' name. She supposed it was possible that one of the other priests had misunderstood the mention of the name Scarlett, which was why she was just going along with it. It made things easier if she decided to keep the same name, although she imagined she wouldn't forget, but oh well. "The scriptures? Hmm, well I suppose that should be fine. You sure he doesn't need me?" It seemed weird, but she supposed Nero Mur had been pretty busy, it could have skipped his mind and this guy was sent to grab her. She imagined reading scriptures wasn't going to be a whole load of fun though... She'd much prefer to be reading some sort of mystery book, maybe one with a certain individual known as Holmes in it. She sighed a little. Joining this group was going to be a whole lot more difficult than she'd first anticipated. She hoped that these scriptures weren't too long, she had things to look into. Though... Perhaps reading them would provide some sort of information into the disappearances, such as loopholes or something. "Lead the way I suppose. What's your name by the way, fellow... Mourner" She opted to use Chrys' choice of words from earlier, considering he seemed to have some sort of knowledge to do with all of this. Suddenly a terrible image of the fishman actually being one of the kidnappers came to mind, though... She really needed to stop thinking of this group as a kidnapping group, after all she had no proof so far. She kept her arms in her sleeves, continuing to wonder to herself why she was here. |
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| ♣ Alistor | Apr 23 2018, 09:17 PM Post #30 |
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“He does not need you, miss.” Agnew said calmly. In his sleeve, he fingered the weapon he currently held. It was a simple needle, but the chemical inside the syringe was capable of knocking out a horse. Very few people could take it and keep standing. He hoped he didn’t have to use it, but it was always possible. She was a marine after-all. Agnew led her through the dark corridors, not bothering to tell her the route. She seemed much more passive than he had expected. Perhaps it was good that none of his brethren had joined in on this attempt. They were busy, and they trusted Agnew with the task. It was a great honor, for he may be high ranking in the Priesthood, but he was not within the New Age Priests. It created an interesting hierarchical dichotomy. Eventually, they arrived in the basement and Agnew pressed a button on the wall. A panel that looked identical to the stone walls slid out, revealing a staircase that led further downwards. He had used his right hand and let his left hand hold the syringe. It had been hidden by his robes, of course. Though, one could always be found out. “This is where we study the scripture of our order, Acolyte Scarlett” Agnew said, unconsciously putting an undue amount of venom into the word “acolyte”. “We must keep the teachings of our order secret, especially with these Pagan groups such as the Church of Bright Eyes running about lately. If we do not store them in a secret place, then we may lose all our scripture if they decide to attack and eliminate religious competition. Holy Crusades are not unheard of, after-all. “ Agnew reclasped his hands as he stood in front of the passageway and nodded his head down it. “After you, m’lady.” Chrys sat down. His shoulder hurt, but he didn’t know where to go to get it looked at. He was in a village where no one batted an eye that a woman had attacked a marine out of the blue. He watched her struggle to her feet out of the corner of her eye. Was she going to start again? Chrys couldn’t fight her off at the moment. Adrenaline had pushed him through the pain of the blow. He needed to staunch the bloodflow before he could do much more. Sadly, without a doctor, Chrysoara could only apply rudimentary bandages to his shoulder. Chrysoara looked at the jacket he (somewhat) wore. It was the Commander’s. She wouldn’t mind…would she? Well, he had no choice. Chrysoara used his good arm to rip the jacket off and tied it tightly around the shoulder of his bad arm. It was far from perfect, but it would have to do right now. The woman was standing up fully. She began to charge at Chrysoara. Chrysoara struggled to his feet, heart racing. He didn’t want to have to seriously hurt this woman but what could he do if she kept attacking him? He did have a pair of handcuffs on him. Perhaps he could arrest her, though he couldn’t drag her down the entire mountain. That would be ludicrous. Chrys ground his teeth as he fully stood up. His arm was feeling better with just the pressure of the impromptu jacket bandage, but he didn’t really feel like a fight would do him any good. He was supposed to be making friends with the locals and learning everything he could about the disappearances. This was definitely the opposite of that, even if it was possibly related to the disappearances. A man stepped in-between Chrys and the woman. He held her back and said, quite loudly, “He showed the proper respect to the grave he passed. Let him be, for now.” |
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