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Post by Digi on Jan 10, 2019 19:48:22 GMT -5
Zhera sighs quite dramatically.
"Very well, we shall accompany you on your patrol for now."
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Post by Vitsheep on Jan 27, 2019 16:33:00 GMT -5
Zhera
You decide to join the guards for their patrol. It's not entirely uneventful. They stop to give directions to a few tourists that are lost. A kid who lost their cat comes crying to them for help. They promise to tell the other guards to keep an eye out for it. With the whole guard looking, it should be found in no time, right?
You're near the end of their patrol, and on the way back to the barracks, when you run into a problem. A man runs past. The guards look after him suspiciously, but don't try to bar his path. Then another man comes running around the corner. "Stop, thief!"
The guards exchange a glance, then go running after him.
"Oh, dear," Yurian says. "Should we help them? Or just go on without them?"
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Post by Digi on Jan 27, 2019 20:15:29 GMT -5
Zhera rolls her eyes. "Our mission is neither to assist the incompetent guards nor chase down some petty theif. We should proceed onward towards our objective."
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Post by Vitsheep on Apr 19, 2020 0:37:16 GMT -5
DigiZheraNot your problem. Those guards got you to the barracks, end of story. "Well, if you're sure," Yurian says. "Any guards worth their pay shouldn't have trouble with one little thief, anyway." "Um... So... Sh-should we, go in, or...?" Norris asks. Ah, yes. Good question. Tracking down the traitor that've been feeding information to the bandits... will probably be a bit harder than just asking nicely for them to turn themselves in. It might be a good idea to start by gathering some information, but maybe that would put the traitors on guard. But maybe that could be a good thing? Or maybe you could try sneaking in. Now that you know where the barracks are, you could come back at night.
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Post by Digi on Apr 19, 2020 20:42:52 GMT -5
Zhera mulls it over for a moment before turning to her comrades. "I've determined that the best course of action is to stake out the barracks later tonight, now that we're aware of their whereabouts. Taking a direct approach would be a fool's venture, only alerting a potential traitor of our hunt."
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Post by Vitsheep on Apr 21, 2020 23:54:41 GMT -5
Zhera
Yurian shrugs. "Right, right. In the meantime, I think I'm going to go tap a nap." He strolls back towards the Demon Hunters' base.
"Um... That's probably the right idea..." Norris says. "It might be a long night."
You pass some time until nightfall, then return to the barracks. There's a pair of guards slowly circling the building. Shouldn't be too hard to slip past them, but you can still see lights on inside.
"What do you think?" Yurian asks. He points to a dark window on the second floor. "Bet we could get in up there... There." He gestures to a nearby building with a lower overhang you could use to get on its roof. "Not that tough a jump."
"Um... maybe... I should distract them...?" Norris suggests.
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Post by Digi on Apr 22, 2020 0:20:40 GMT -5
Zhera simply nods. "Very well, do as you will. Now come, we shall make quick work of this endeavour."
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Post by Vitsheep on Apr 22, 2020 16:10:39 GMT -5
Zhera
"Right, right..." Yurian scrambles up the awning while Norris walks around the building.
"Ex... ExCUSE me!" Norris calls out. Subtle.
"Alright, that jump's not so bad... But better safe than sorry," Yurian says to himself more than to you. "Ah, where are my manners. Ladies first. I'll give you a boost then you can catch me on the other side."
He crouches down and cups his hands to toss Zhera over.
"Ever done anything like this before? A little burglary to liven up the night?"
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Post by Digi on Apr 22, 2020 22:18:59 GMT -5
Zhera scoffs at the suggestion. "As if I'd ever stoop the lowly thievery. The only reason I'm doing this is because it's the most logical course of action to complete our assigned objective. Please attempt to use your brain next time, as such remarks may cast... doubts on your reputation..."
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Post by Vitsheep on Apr 23, 2020 16:48:17 GMT -5
Zhera
Yurian laughs lightly. "Oh, dear. I assure you I'm just your run-of-the-mill adventurer type, but methinks not all of our new company is so lucky. We should probably get used to the idea of standing arm-in-arm with some lowly comrades of ill-repute, Princess."
Yurian tosses you across the gap to the dark window. Inside it looks like a private officer's chamber - well made bed, small bookshelf, desk with a half-burnt candle and some papers, storage bunk. Looks like no one's home. You can hear Norris down below again.
"I, um, well..."
"Hey, you're one of the new, uh... Hunters? Wow, didn't think I'd meet one of you guys in the flesh... Oi, Tony, get over here and check out our visitor!"
While they're distracted, Yurian leaps over to the window, grabbing your arm, then the window sill. He looks inside, then at the other nearby windows with lights on. "Looks like it's safe to head in here, but... eh... maybe worth taking a peek in those ones?"
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Post by Digi on Apr 23, 2020 22:57:45 GMT -5
Zhera sighs. "Very well then. Let's just be quick and cautious."
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Post by Vitsheep on Apr 27, 2020 15:57:30 GMT -5
Quintus, Gorlab
Following Rinoa's instructions you make your way to a tailor's shop in town. An elderly woman looks up from a pair of knitting needles, already pulling a measuring tape from her hair. "More Demon Hunters, hm? I don't really understand all this business, but I do understand fashion. And what did you have in mind?"
This is your chance to describe your characters' appearance and casual outfit.
Zhera
"Right, right." Yurian shifts around and quickly glances in one of the windows. "Looks like there's a few people in there playing cards or something. We should have a few minutes of peace to skulk around."
He heads back and holds the window open while you go in, then steps in behind you. "Now what?" he whispers. "Wanna case this room a bit, split up, set a lookout...?"
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Post by Malefio on Apr 27, 2020 16:44:26 GMT -5
"Listen up. They left me with only some ripped pants. That won't do. I'm a miner. And work is my life. Or was?
Anyway, I want overalls, a mining hat with the light, some mining pants. The whole mining attire! All black, so coal doesn't dirties it.
Also, my skin is only black because I always mine coal. Maybe I should take a bath... Nah, I don't need to be clean to fight demons I imagine."
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Post by Digi on Apr 27, 2020 21:12:47 GMT -5
"We should split up in order to be more efficient. We should eaisly be able to handle ourselves should anything occur. Now get going."
Zhera goes to investigate the room, leaving no corner unturned. She has no regard for privacy.
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Post by cheeseybear on Apr 27, 2020 22:06:32 GMT -5
"Fufufu..." Quintus chuckles mischievously at the old tailor as he enters her shop.
He looks to be in his late teens or early twenties, he's not notably short but a couple centimeters less than Tom, Dick or Harry off the street, but he does have a pretty sturdy frame. His skin has a copper complexion and he's sharp-faced with unusual purple-hued eyes and a full head of grey hair which he has mostly slicked back and vaguely spikey, except half a set of parted bangs only on the right side of his forehead.
"You would be so vain as to believe you can mantle this mysterious creation in a form which beautifully embodies it!?" He takes his one bandaged arm, which reveals some hints of dark purple skin and vaguely misshapen fingers underneath the wrappings, and grasps his temple while giving a toothy half-cocked grin then adds in a relenting voice "...I'd appreciate some proper clothes, thanks."
Quintus makes for a rather tiresome customer, making incomprehensible comments about most of the selection and trying on about a dozen things before walking out. In the end he takes a garish frilled dark purple shirt that he leaves half unbuttoned, a long and fancy crimson coat with a black inner lining which he leaves completely unbuttoned, rather tight navy blue pants which are held up with a yellow-and-thin-red-striped sash, fine boots and some long leather gloves for concealment.
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