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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 (1,395 Views) | |
| ♣ Alistor | Jun 4 2018, 08:27 PM Post #106 |
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Chrysoara immediately recognized that the crowd gathered could mean nothing good. It was getting late and he couldn’t exactly be sure why they would be all out like this during the night. Interestingly, many seemed to clique up as if they were teenagers trying to covertly show that they liked some groups and not others. What could that mean? They were all priests here and should know each other fairly well. Did the small groups recognize supporters for various factions vying for the title of Head Mourner? Was the state of the politics so bad that they grouped like this? If so, that did not spell good things for the island. Besides, they were talking as if the Head Mourner was decided in an election. Was that even how it worked? Didn’t most religions have some sort of committee that decided this kind of thing? If this religion did that, then there might be less political tension – though they may do that and still have this tension. Chrysoara really wasn’t sure. As Commander Scarlett walked towards a lone priest off to the side, Chrysoara made his way towards one of the groups. “It was demonic, I tell you. It’s a sign that the church has fallen on hard times operating without a leader for so long!” One of the younger priests said as Chrysoara walked up. There were four of them in this group. The one speaking was a young looking male and had his hood down. Next to him were two young looking females – a brunette and a blonde – and a slightly older looking male. The slightly older looking male was still rather young – perhaps late twenties – with a prominent nose. This priest had hair, with the sides shaved and a militaristic looking patch of hair on top of his head. Human hair always looked weird – though Chrysoara had to respect the uniform and cleanliness of this man’s haircut. The group quieted when Chrysoara approached. He was still wearing his formal uniform – though it was easily recognizable as a Marine’s uniform till as it had the symbol on it. “I was wondering if I could ask you some questions regarding the disappearances lately.” Chrysoara said politely as he approached. He took their silence to mean that it was okay to speak in that moment – whether that was true or not, Chrysoara did not know. “Those are just rumours.” One of the Priestesses spoke up – the brunette one. She was cute, in an obnoxious and bratty sort of way. “Well, that’s why I am here, Priestess” Chrysoara said with a small bow to the woman. “It is my partner and I’s job to investigate the disappearance and determine if we believe them to be mere rumor or fact. Why do you believe that it is just a rumor?” Chrysoara immediately wished he had a notebook with him. Her statement already gave him some crucial information. Not everyone thought the disappearances were really happening. That would make things difficult – but was she onto something? They really only had two solid pieces of information connecting this island with foul play – excluding the attack he had received on the mountain. First, Decca Pelson served as a witness that disappearances were happening. Second, someone attacked Commander Scarlett and mentioned a group known as the New Age Priests. However, they were currently working on the assumption that Decca Pelson was trustworthy. What if she wasn’t and she wanted the marines on this island for some other reason? That would alter their investigation greatly. They needed names of Priests and Priestesses who vanished. They needed numbers, motives, and a timeline. “Well, I’ve not known anyone who actually vanished.” The girl replied nonchalantly. Wait, did she just flip her hair? Wasn’t this a priestess? Couldn’t she take things seriously? Chrysoara was flabbergasted as his world was rocked. Priests and Priestesses were supposed to be deadly serious individuals – weren’t they? “What about Edda Man? We knew her.” The blonde woman spoke up. Chrys immediately felt that he liked this woman far more; she gave him a name. Edda Man. For the second time in a relatively short period of time, Chrysoara wished that he had a notebook to write the name down. Would he remember it? What if they gave him more information. That’s it. I’m getting a notebook after this Chrysoara thought as he began to hear the brunette speak up yet again. “Well, yeah, but she always talked about wanting to travel the Grand Line. It’s not like we have a daily roll call or anything. She could have left on a merchant ship for all we know.” The woman said, with a laugh at the end. “I really don’t believe the rumors. Though, this rock thing was real. I was there…. I don’t know what to think of it.” Chrysoara ignored the comment about the rock. He thought that had to be referring to the incident earlier today when Scarlett had thrown…whatever that was into the crowd. He tried to listen to more than what they were saying, though, and focus on how they were saying it. None of them seemed to be trying to lie to him. He looked for typical signs. Looking away, voice changing in tone, et cetera. Nothing seemed to change overtly and they made eye contact with others while they talked. He didn’t have any reason in particular to think they were lying. It was more a habit of his. As a merchant, it was invaluable to know if someone was lying to you. Many people would say they would pay no higher than a certain amount or that they had only a certain amount of money. It was important to be able to figure out if they were lying so he could know if he needed to push harder or not. If they were lying, it would be a simple matter to push just a little bit more and make the sale. If not, then Chrysoara would know to make the sale as is or turn them down if it wasn’t enough. Pushing them further would just alienate a possible future customer. “Can you think of any reason that anyone would want to harm Priestess Man?” Chrysoara asked the four of them. The two women began to speak, but they were promptly interrupted by the slightly older looking Priest. “I think Mourner Flairs is looking for you three.” The man said, as he pointed at a waving Priestess across the room. Chrysoara narrowed his eyes. That waving didn’t seem to be directed towards their group in particular. In fact, she was clearly looking at another group of Priests and Priestesses standing a short distance away from them. The trio took off at a jog to go see what this Mourner Flairs wanted from them, however. “There was a strange occurrence just earlier today that you may want to be aware of. A priest by the name of Agnew Respite went missing earlier. It would be a shame if someone found his body on a certain ship. That would be sure to cause some outrage against the owners of the ship.” With that, the man walked into a larger crowd of priests and tossed his hood up. Chrysoara took a step towards where the man was, heart racing, but when he reached the larger crowd of Priests and Priestesses, the man was nowhere to be seen. Chrysoara may be unable to locate the man in this crowd of similar looking individuals – due to clothing, of course – but he now knew something else. He saw the face of someone who had more information than he should have. Edited by Alistor, Jun 4 2018, 08:28 PM.
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Jun 5 2018, 06:49 AM Post #107 |
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She had some information, that was good. Yet Scarlett found herself needing more. If anything, she just needed to be able to talk to someone that had disappeared and reappeared, and yet there seemed to be a significant lack of such people. Did this mean people that were taken died? No, that wouldn't make sense surely, unless they were... Ahh why was this so difficult? She stared down at her notebook, trying to put everything together but struggling with it. There was something she needed to know, but she didn't know what it was. Something wasn't sitting right. Holding her face in her hands she briefly took a moment to recover her senses, trying to calm herself down. Who looked like they'd have information? As she looked around, Chrys seemed to be preoccupied, looking into the crowd as someone made their way away. She wondered... Her eyes remained trained on the individual for a moment, though proving a challenge due to the similar robes. It was like a game of keeping track of the ball in the cup. However eventually her lack of height proved an issue and the man was lost. Quickly she wandered over to her fellow marine, wondering if the person was of interest, or just someone he'd been questioning. What information had he gained from his asking around? "Hey, found anything?" She asked him, her notebook ready to take any notes on anything he might say. She couldn't read him as usual, though she wasn't particularly trying to. She was merely listening to what he said, if he were to actually speak up that was. The groups of priests seemed for the most part unmoving, however when Scarlett looked back towards where the old man had been who she'd been speaking to, he was gone. Perhaps he'd gone and merged with the crowd, she didn't know. Perhaps he knew more than he was letting on? Probably not, he seemed fairly genuine to her. |
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| ♣ Alistor | Jun 5 2018, 07:37 AM Post #108 |
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Damn! He was gone. Chrysoara lamented about letting the possible informant slip away. The man clearly knew information, but was he a suspect or an informant? The way he had said that sounded vaguely threatening, so Chrysoara was inclined to think of him as a suspect for the time being. Still, did this mean that these New Age Priests were going to attempt to kill their captive? Why not just free him from captivity? It wouldn’t make sense to kill off one of your own allies. “Hmm? Yes, I may have some useful information. Let’s see if I can remember it correctly.” Chrysoara said as his Commander walked up to him. He wanted to start from the beginning so that he didn’t have to jump back after talking about the strange priest. “I think I may have a few pieces of information. First, it seems that not everyone believes the dissapearances are real. One person I talked to said that they thought that the only person they know who disappeared did so because they wanted to explore other islands. Second, the small group I talked to gave a name for the person they knew who disappeared. Her name was….” Chrysoara paused, struggling to recall the name. What was it? Eddie? No, that wasn’t it. Edda! Edda Man! “Her name was Edda Man. Maybe we could look around in her stuff – if it is still here – to find any clues why they targeted her. Finally, a Priest just walked away from me saying that it would be a shame if others found the corpse of…a certain someone on my ship. It sounded vaguely threatening. I tried to follow him but lost him in the crowd of priests and priestesses.” Chrysoara let the last sentence hang there in a form of apology. He didn’t mean to let the suspect get away. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Jun 5 2018, 09:12 AM Post #109 |
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People being sceptical about the disappearances, it appeared they'd both discovered that then. Nevertheless she made sure to take note of that, in particular underlining it. If multiple people had the same idea, it clearly would play an important role. Next was someone known as Edda Man, a woman that had apparently gone missing recently. A name was always useful, and she made sure to note it down as she wasn't sure she'd remember it otherwise. There were some others ones listed here, like Tela Flairs who was the only person not to lose her followers so far. Perhaps they could go in search of her at some point. Finally Chrys got onto his last point, something fairly ominous. Not only did an unknown priest, presumably the one she watched walk away, know about the man on their ship, but he also mentioned him dying. Not even escaping, but full on dying? That didn't bode well. Thinking about things for a moment, her eyes were drawn towards the door. Perhaps if she sprinted she could get there and back. Dammit, she knew she should have thrown him into a store cupboard or something. Still, they didn't know he was dead yet, simply that they were making threats and knew more than they should have. Did that mean he'd been wire tapped or something? That could prove an issue... Was it worth simply leaving things be though? "That is... Concerning. Ugh, why are people like this. Hm, give me a second to think... Uh, maybe we could... Ok, what if I sprint back to the ship? It shouldn't take me too long. I can check on him and assuming he hasn't been nabbed, I could always drag him back here. Or, maybe I could hide him away a bit better. What do you think?" As much as she was regarded as the superior in this situation, she wasn't always great at making judgment calls. Decca would be about soon, and with Chrys in his mildly intoxicated state she didn't trust him to deal with her on his own. Unless... What if he went back and Scarlett remained? No, she didn't feel safe here. Travelling together would prove an issue though. Should they simply stay here then? But that seemed unwise. They needed someone else they could trust and on their side, however right now it was just the two of them. Heck, she wasn't even 100% sure if her marine ally was trustworthy, however she wasn't about to start worrying over that. He'd been assigned to her, and he seemed trustworthy enough, and even if he wasn't right now there were too many other issues for her to care. Right now... They were in a predicament. Perhaps finding that guy that had the information was a good idea then? "What did this guy look like? The one that spoke to you. I think he has all the information we might need" |
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| ♣ Alistor | Jun 5 2018, 05:47 PM Post #110 |
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“I…I’m not sure ma’am. Would anyone even know he was on my ship? It doesn’t even look like the stereotypical marine ship. I mean….I don’t know, Commander. If something does happen and one of us is missing when Decca shows up it would be suspicious…” Chrysoara mused out loud. He really wasn’t sure what course of action they should take. On the one hand, they couldn’t let this go but would the guy drop that clue if they even had a chance to stop whatever was about to happen? Chrysoara tried to put himself in the mind of the priest who had dropped the clue. Why would he tell them about a possible death? Chrysoara leaned down to talk quiet enough so others couldn’t hear him as he felt he should muse out loud to his commander. “Why would they tell us if they were going to kill the captive? Why? Why? Oh! Maybe they want us to leave here and stop questioning? Could we be onto something and they are trying to send us back to the boat, so they can do whatever they want in the meantime? Hmm, that’s one option but what else could they be doing? Well, they could be telling the truth I suppose, though I can’t fathom why unless it was an intimidation tactic. It won’t work, clearly, but it’s a poor tactic unless they followed through with it… let’s say they have a plan to kill him. If I were going to assassinate someone I don’t think I would let it slip to anyone – even as an intimidation tactic – unless it was too late…. Gah. Commander, I’m not sure what we should do but I see two explanations. The first would be that they are trying to scare us, and they already dealt with our captive. The second would be that they are lying and trying to get us to leave the Cactihedral for some unfathomable reason. As for what he looked like, he was an average height male with darker hair and the sides were shaved in a militaristic fashion. He had a prominent nose, too. Mid-twenties or late thirties.” Chrysoara rattled off everything he could think of and then turned towards the Cactihedral door. Decca Pelson strode in with her characteristic smile on her face. Looks like they were out of time to act on the information, anyway. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Jun 6 2018, 05:42 AM Post #111 |
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"I don't know. He said they were listening in or something right? Makes me think we're missing something... Gah, what is it what is it" Scarlett began to tap her feet on the floor over and over as she tried to figure out what it was. Were they being watched from afar? Being listened in on via Den Den Mushi? Something else? She wracked her brain for a moment, before something came to mind. These guys seemed to be about technology and metalwork right? That'd make sense considering that their hidden place had cool hidden doors as a mechanism, and the numerous pieces of metal and books on technology down there. Perhaps he'd had some form of technology akin to a Den Den on his person, or... In him? She'd heard mention of people that had their arms replaced by metal, was it possible some part of him stored... Was she going crazy? "We'll stay here, and deal with the consequences when we come face to face with them. The more information we have, the easier it will be to sort things out. But Chrys, be warned... They're almost certainly listening, and they almost certainly have the upper hand..." She just had that niggling feeling, the feeling that screamed at her that her major fear right now was holding her back from the truth. All she needed to do was go down into that hidden area and they'd have the information they needed... Dammit. Damn herself for near refusing to go there and damn Chrys for not dragging her down there anyway. But also praise him for it. She sighed heavily as she couldn't figure out what must have been right in front of her, before finally Decca came into sight. She was important, she had information and she had names. Not only that, but she was speaking out against this group, that made her a target surely. Quickly, the marine girl strode over towards her, her expression unchanging and her voice low. "Would you be able to take us to where this Agnew Respite lives? I think we have some new information" It wasn't quite fitting into place yet, but clearly there were ears and eyes everywhere. Not only that, but almost certainly these guys were behind the disappearances. They weren't simply happening at the same time, these New Age Priests were taking people for some sort of... Technological reasons? If they were threatening even their own people's lives then clearly they were willing to silence anyone that spoke out, meaning Decca was in trouble. Additionally, it might mean the people being taken were in danger, and finally... They were almost certainly gunning for power. Unfortunately, the question still reamined: Who? They needed to hurry up, they needed information and they needed it before this group made their next move. If they were to take these people serious, then almost certainly their next target would be one of them, whether it be Scarlett herself, Chrys, or perhaps the priestess helping them and speaking out. |
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| ♣ Alistor | Jun 6 2018, 07:56 AM Post #112 |
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Commander Scarlett seemed frazzled. She spoke in an almost erratic manner as she tried to figure things out. To top it all off, she seemed to be getting paranoid. Was Chrysoara not taking the threat seriously? It was a shadowy organization intent on doing harm to others. Chrysoara immediately realized his mistake. He had been considering this like any other case. He was acting like this was still the simple case it had been when they took it. A series of kidnappings. It sounded easy – find the person who was kidnapping people and arrest him so that he could spend the rest of his days locked away In Impel Down. Now, though? The fact that it was an organization causing all of this meant that Commander Scarlett was right in the way she was considering the case. They weren’t dealing with one psychopathic individual. They were dealing with a cold and logical organization who could blend into the crowds and had an untold number of members. The worst part of it all was that they had no idea what the group was after. “The residence? You sure you don’t want to see the place where he was last seen?” Decca said, a cheerful smile on her lips. Despite her positive tone and facial expression, Chrysoara noticed an oddity on her face. Her eyes were slightly bloodshot – as if she had been crying recently? Did someone important to her get kidnapped? If so, then why didn’t she say anything…. unless she did? Was she related to Agnew Respite somehow? If so, this could get complicated. “I think we could find more out at the residence, Priestess. I doubt this kidnapper would be likely to leave any evidence behind and we don't even know that his last known location is the true scene of the crime” Chrysoara said with a slight nod of his head, though his eyes darted to Commander Scarlett. He was worried that the last place he had been seen would be very close to the place she had been attacked. If so, then they would run into the issue they had just managed to avert – the commander’s trauma, that is. “If you say so. He actually lives next to the fabled greenwater river across the city. “ Decca said with the same smile on her face. “I’ll lead the way as you probably won’t be able to find the house by yourself. It looks just like all the others.” |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Jun 6 2018, 08:27 AM Post #113 |
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Decca replied about the last known place, and it took Scarlett a lot of energy to hold her from blurting out what she knew and what had happened. Not now, not here. Thankfully Chrys was about to cover for her muddled mind, and quickly set things straight. Looking up at the priest, she too noticed the bloodshot eyes. That seemed weird, though considering that there'd been a flickering in her room when she'd looked from presumably a fire... Had she injured herself? Been injured, perhaps threatened? Was she on drugs? No, that last one seemed unlikely. Or perhaps she'd been crying. That seemed the most plausible, as any injury would probably be fairly obvious to elicit tears, and being threatened... Well, that was what was weird. If she'd been threatened, or had been sad about something then surely she would have changed moods if only slightly, yet she still seemed energetic. Weird, perhaps something to keep an eye on. "Interesting. Thankyou, that would be very much appreciated. There is much to be considered in this case, hopefully something there will provide more information" She spoke, suddenly her tone changing a little. Prior, she'd been concerned, maybe even a little bit scared, but finally something had changed. She'd been thinking too small, too... Narrow minded. This might be confusing, perhaps even impossible, but it was a challenge! And this was just what she'd been looking for. No weak riddles, no lame villains or boring tales. This was the real deal, the type of investigation she'd been searching- No, yearning for. Her superiors had really given her something fun this time, and she couldn't help but be appreciative of it. One deep, heavy breath later and she found herself grinning even. Sure, she was scared witless by the prospect of being attacked, but deep down she wanted to see what else these guys would throw at her. This wasn't just some pathetic attempt at challenging her, these were actual intellectuals behind all this. Well, they were pathetic, but she needed to beat them before she could call them that. The party began to walk, allowing Scarlett some time to both think, talk and ask more questions. "Would you say there was anything perhaps curious about this Agnew guy? Perhaps a little introvercy, or maybe a weird hobby or anything like that?" |
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| ♣ Alistor | Jun 6 2018, 12:20 PM Post #114 |
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Chrysoara followed the two, thoughts wondering. He let himself lag. Despite everything, his shoulder still had a dull ache coming through it. He couldn’t help but wonder if that was because the alcohol had warn off as he hadn’t noticed it until now. Being behind them was a disadvantage, as Chrysoara couldn’t keep an eye on Decca’s face like he normally could. He was growing suspicious of the eyes. He could only think that she had been crying; the question was why she had been crying. As they walked, Chrysoara allowed himself to listen a little bit to the conversation between his Commander and Decca – making particular note of the fact that she once again communicated mainly with Commander Scarlett. That had not been a date earlier, if it had then nothing else made sense. Chrys just didn’t understand why the Commander would try to convince him that it was. She had taken advantage of him in his drunken stupor. Still, she was better than many commanding officers that Chrysoara has had in the past. Lieutenant Strong was the worst of them all. A short man who always wore green. His nickname in the marines was Sprout, though Chrysoara never figured out why. He was clearly biased against Chrysoara due to his fishman heritage. Hell, Chrysoara was still convinced the man had not only expected but wanted him to perish on Salt Island. Compared to that, Commander Scarlett was a godsend as she treated him fairly. Sure, she seemed to lack skills in typical marine protocol and she seemed to enjoy tricking people, but it was harmless. Well, not completely as it could have gone far worse – but it was more like a prank than something done in ill well. Chrysoara couldn’t hold a grudge against her for that. It was the nice officers like her that made Chrysoara feel like he was doing some good while in the marines. The ones who hated him…well, if it wasn’t for the success story of Captain Amezoku – the only high-ranking Fishman that Chrysoara knows about – then Chrysoara would have given up long before he was given the opportunity to meet Commander Scarlett. “Curious? No, not too much. He is a nice person. Very dedicated and forward thinking. He was never one to let us rest on tradition. Don’t let tradition stay for tradition’s sake and all that.” Decca said cheerfully. Without being able to see her face, Chrysoara wasn’t sure but he thought she talked almost too cheerfully. “I didn’t talk to him very much, so I don’t know how introverted I would say he was, but he didn’t show it if he was. The world of the Mourners is a political one and introversion doesn’t sell well.” The town itself was relatively dead as the sun had already set by this point. The Mourners and their families would be inside and not travelling out in the night as they crossed the town and headed towards the edge closest to the green river that poured from one of the cacti mountaintops. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Jun 6 2018, 02:07 PM Post #115 |
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"I see I see" That was annoying, this meant that he was a more complex individual than she'd anticipated. He had described himself as low in their ranks, perhaps this meant that he was still fairly new. It'd have taken him a while to climb within the ranks of the normal priests of Cactus Island. He was converted then, but how? Maybe through normal means, or more likely some form of brainwashing, or perhaps it wasn't even his choice? That was a complete possibility, perhaps something important to him was taken, or someone. "Did he have any family? Anyone perhaps close to him? Actually... That reminds me, what are the views of the priests here on relationships and the such?" Scarlett knowling glanced back at Chrys, who seemed to be deep in thought. By now he probably had sobered up, which wasn't too great for her plans to continue to act like this was a date. No matter, anyone that spent time around her would learn she had a certain taste for pranks, and when he'd consumed as much alcohol as he had (of his own volition) well it wasn't her fault he fell for it. She was sure he'd appreciate the entertainment behind it, and if when he fully sobered up he still wanted a date with Decca... Well perhaps she could set that up, once this was all over. She was a prankster, but she still had a heart after all. As they passed through the town, it was obvious that most people were done for the day. It was fairly dark, so that made sense. She wondered if it being dark made it more or less likely for them to be attacked. Most likely more likely as it was harder to spot them, but then again how had so many people gone missing without a single soul seeing? Or did they disappear too? It was such an intriguing tale, one which they'd be learning more and more about soon enough. "Also, thank you for all this. We appreciate it, and it seems you want to get to the bottom of this as much as we do" |
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| ♣ Alistor | Jun 6 2018, 08:08 PM Post #116 |
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Family? Why would the Commander ask about the man’s family? Did she think he was being coerced somehow? Chrysoara began to think back to their interactions on the ship. No, he didn’t seem to be getting coerced through family. The man had mentioned being scared to tell them anymore because they would kill him – if Chrysoara was remembering correctly. Truth be told, it was still a little fuzzy whenever he tried to think about it. The alcohol had done an impressive job in a relatively short period of time. Luckily, it seemed to have worn off completely. Though, Chrysoara did still have a pounding headache. Just another source of pain to add the ever-mounting list. Why could he not complete a mission without injuries? Anyway, the man had seemed scared – just for his own life. Were they threatening him to do their bidding? Chrysoara found it farfetched but didn’t discount the idea immediately. He had never worked to track down and put an end to an evil (maybe? They really had almost no information) organization before. “I don’t know of any family that he has on the island. Generally, we are pretty open to family here. The village has many children and the like. However, we do have a rule that only those who are Priests or Priestesses may live in Weeping Summit. Those who do not ascribe to our order must live on the other side of the island in the town known as Velvet Tip.” Decca would say – her voice evening out slightly as she talked and stifled a yawn. Chrysoara nearly smirked. It seemed that even the always energetic Decca Pelson could get tired. “It’s my pleasure to help. This is personal for me, after-all.” Personal? Chrysoara caught onto that word when she said it. She had said that some of her supporters had vanished. Was that why? Sadly, Chrysoara could tell that he had to choose between asking about that and asking about the layout of the island. On the one hand, he may get personal information and dig deeper into the case if he asked Decca why it was personal. On the other, she had already told them everything she was going to, if she was truly there to help them. Perhaps it would be more informative to get the lay of the land by asking about the children in the order? “You said that only those who are Priests or Priestesses may live in the Weeping Summit. Does this mean that children must live in the other village – alone – or that you accept children as Priests and Priestesses within the group?” Chrysoara asked the woman as they walked. “We accept children as soon as they are old enough to make their decision. However, yes. Not evenan infant can live in the Weeping Summit. Once they are old enough to make their own decisions, they can move into Weeping Summit, finally.” |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Jun 7 2018, 05:06 AM Post #117 |
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So family was accepted here? Interesting. But if he didn't have any family then that ruled out the possibility of him being forced against his will, or at least for their sake. Was it perhaps a self preservation thing then? It seemed most likely then, especially considering the fear he seemed to show of this group. Very intriguing. Looking up into the now gloomy sky, Scarlett wondered how long until they had a breakthrough on this case. That'd be satisfying. Soon she was sure, perhaps even once they arrived at this guys place. Decca and Chrys' mention of the various living areas, and the fact that children could not live where many of the other priests stayed was... Something of note. Of course she took note of it in her notebook from then. So that meant priests had to either give up their children, or go live with them? That'd make sense, and it also meant that anybody running for an important position would struggle to have a family, or at the very least it'd make things a tad more challenging. It was an interesting thought, one she'd keep in mind. "That's an interesting way of thinking I suppose, though it must be weird for a child growing up here. I'm sure we'll be making it a safer place for them though, soon enough" She smiled a little, happy that she might be able to help not only some priests out, but the younger generation too. There was something pleasant about helping children in particular, something about their... Ah, she didn't have a maternal instinct what was she on about? Placing her notebook away, she continued to walk along with the group, hands on the tops of her weapons, one on her pistol butt and the other on the hilt of her sabre. Having them ready in the dark gave her a tad of confidence, though Chrys was also helping looking all big and strong and the such. She couldn't help but stand a tad closer to him when walking, growing closer the darker it got. "Are we nearly there yet?" |
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| ♣ Alistor | Jun 7 2018, 12:48 PM Post #118 |
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“Well, I grew up here. It’s not too bad. My family lived other side of the island until my brother and I decided to take up the robes for ourselves.” Decca said, a sad smile crossing her lips. Chrysoara was intrigued by this – for it was the first time he had seen her visibly show an emotion other than happy or excitement. Sure, she had shown signs of crying earlier but Chrysoara hadn’t seen her cry. Actually seeing that wistful smile made Chrysoara’s breath catch in his throat. It was so sad. What caused her to feel that way when not even the thought of people being kidnapped was enough to cause Decca to get upset. Something must have happened with her brother. A falling out perhaps? Chrysoara had no siblings; however, he could understand what it was like to have a falling out with a loved one. It would be far from pleasant and – perhaps – it could even cause the kind of reaction that they were seeing. As Commander Scarlett asked if they were almost to Mourner Respite’s residence, Chrysoara stopped dead in his tracks. He had heard of the green waters of Cactus Island and – all things considered – green water was hardly something noteworthy. This was something different, though. The water of the river that flowed in the distance wasn’t the murky green of a swamp. Neither was it the green of foliage hiding beneath the clear and ever moving waters. No, the water itself was a deep emerald green. Chrysoara loved it. He had never been one to think travelling the world was the greatest thing there was. He had travelled. Now, he valued order and making sure people don’t succumb to pirate attacks. This almost changed his mind on that. As a fishman, he couldn’t help but wonder if he would be able to swim in that water. Would there be any adverse effects? Of course, Fishman in this part of the Grand Line weren’t common so it was unlikely that anyone had the answer to that question. Once he broke out of his reverie, Chrysoara realized what the sight of the river meant. They were at the residence of Mourner Agnew Respite. Sure enough, Decca Pelson spoke up. “See that house on the edge of the river? Not the one that..why does his house have a broken door?” Decca’s voice rose in alarm as she ran towards the house of Mourner Agnew Respite. Chrysoara took off after her. Why was the door broken in? It couldn’t be good news for them. |
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| ♦ Gigasheep | Jun 8 2018, 06:05 AM Post #119 |
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Scarlett nodded in reply once again. She supposed that sounded about right, Decca living around these parts. The mention of her brother seemed to change the tone slightly, which was rather peculiar. Perhaps they'd had a falling out, or... Well, perhaps they'd learn with time. Pushing the matter wouldn't end well, she understood that much. The sudden halt of Chrys' movement was a little surprising to his fellow marine, but when she followed his vision it made sense. The green water was indeed rather peculiar, and she supposed considering his affinity with normal water it must have been bizarre. It was indeed rather pretty, though now she wondered what it must be like to live underwater. Being a Fishman probably had some perks, though... Just not in the marines. Before she could comment on it, Decca spoke up and referred to a house at the rivers edge, with what appeared to be a less than in tact door. Scowling, the marine unholstered her pistol and began to approach, remaining behind Chrys of course. She wasn't about to walk in on her own, and certainly not first. The first person was always in most danger. That said, she didn't want to put her ally in any danger either... She had a gun though, so she could protect him if needs be, right? This gave her bad feelings though, the type that screamed at you to turn away and return in the day time with a much larger number of marines. She needed to investigate this place though... "Let us go first, just in case" She spoke, despite currently standing behind Chrys and encouraging him to go first. She had her gun trained on the door though, and as they approached her aim and eyes would dart to the various windows. It was fairly difficult to see through them with the light though, so she'd have to simply trust that whatever had caused it was long gone, and didn't have some sort of gun trained on them. She was confident she'd notice the glint if there was though, but if they were hidden inside somewhere... That was a different situation entirely. Taking a deep breath, she continued to stand close to her allies back, hoping it'd encourage him forwards. Edited by Gigasheep, Jun 8 2018, 06:05 AM.
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| ♣ Alistor | Jun 8 2018, 07:48 AM Post #120 |
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Chrysoara made his way forward – keeping an eye on the broken in door. It was…a mess. It looked like something incredibly strong had rammed it and shattered it. In fact…yes., there were pieces of door still attached to the top hinge. The bottom hinge was still attached to the wall and the door – which caused it to lean precariously inwards. “O-okay” Decca said as she listened to Commander Scarlett telling her that they should go first. She stepped back and let Chrysoara walk in front of her. Chrysoara glanced at her face as he walked by. Was she expecting this? No…her eyes were wide and her mouth trembling. Despite that, the way she clenched her jaw… Chrysoara wasn’t sure but he didn’t think that she was afraid. She seemed more angry that someone would dare break into the home of a priest. Chrysoara moved forward – deeply aware of the presence being pushed against his back. It wasn’t much, but he could feel his Commander behind him. That was a comforting experience as he had seen her pull her gun out. She was a marksman – clearly – so staying behind Chrysoara seemed like the best position for her to protect him in case anything dangerous was within the house. Chrysoara pushed his way into the dark room beyond the door and immediately noticed his foot crunching on something. Glass? None of the windows had seemed to be broken… Chrysoara looked around the room. It was barely lit and difficult to see anything more than a few feet in front of his face. The only light for the room filtered in through the doorway from the moon so far above. Chrysoara could see one thing in particular about the room. It was trashed. The opening room appeared to be some sort of living space – similar to Decca’s – but the seating was thrown over and shattered. Paintings were thrown off the wall and lay on the ground. Perhaps that was why there was glass on the ground? Chrysoara quickly took another step in and moved off to the side – placing his back against the wall as he did so. “Commander, I think you should see this. The place has been destroyed” Chrysaora said hesitantly. This was a new experience for him and Chrysoara wasn’t sure what to think. It would help if he could see better. |
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