Location:
The Clematis
12.000 hours
[@Waylon][@AzureKnight][@VitaVitaAR][@Pyromania99][@Click This][@Sniblet]
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As the announcement blared, the sounds of boots hitting the floor echoed through the ship. The maids aboard immediately stopped any task they were doing, no matter how involved as they’d march quickly, single file in the ships hallways up from the lower decks, until their boots fell upon the open air of the top deck. Some shot Katherine some rather annoyed glances as her and her dolls took up quite a bit of room in the narrow hallways, but ultimately they’d simply decide to find another path or follow quietly behind as she’d meander to the deck herself. Polina would find others eagerly accepting the Macarons, some quickly wolfing them down while others stashed them in their various dress pockets for later.

Astreya would in fact, find most of the engineers likely not minding too much as long as she didn’t break anything. Bernadette, after all, was the one who modified the engine it and she learned under the best Krysan scholars in the region if one believed her. She had the credentials to back it up. It was in fact, bernadette herself that would take issue with the rat tinkering with her work, but she wasn’t here to do that.

The fresh, cool air of the skies would greet each of the maids as they’d find themselves on deck, greeted with the sight of the tall, pink haired woman that served as their rather demonic combat training commander, silhouetted by the sun as she’d gaze out over the fields below them. In the distance, the maids could see smoke billowing from the ground.

A sword, ornate and colored similarly to her own dress hung from her side. A black blade with a red edge, and a pistol with black and gold ornamentation from the holster on her side.

“Privet, morning!” Leoniya greeted the junior maids in her usual jovial attitude while Bernadette simply yawned at Kats introduction, mumbling out a halfhearted morning before shuffling off to check on things in the ship. “Line up, vnimaniye! Not a single recruit out of line! And keep those dolls in line too recruit-” She was cut off by the sight of one of Katherine’s dolls, waltzing up behind Myrilla and smacking her right on the butt. Leoniya seemed to stifle a laugh, glancing to the side. Myrilla, initially didn’t seem to react, only the sound of her heels clacking against the floor as she turned to face the gathered recruits.

Leoniya did not comment as she’d salute, handing Myrilla a paper that was quickly balled up into trash, shoved into her uniform pockets, and ignored.

[b]“Good, everyone is here.”[/b] The woman in question turned, narrowing her gaze at the gathered maids. [b]“Welcome to Cogfell. A lovely little backwater city, I’m sure you’ve heard of it. Total population about…hmm, several thousand or so? I don’t care.”[/b] The instructor pulled her pipe out of her coat, a lighter in the other as she’d proceed to walk down the line of assembled maids, of which, just so happened to start with Eleanor.

[b]“At roughly zero eighthundred hours this morning, a strike team of six maids had been sent to raid what was believed to be a small group of scholars harboring demonic secrets and trying to bring things from Naraheim here.”[/b] She’d inhale on the pipe, standing right in front of Elanor as she’d breathe out the thick, acrid smoke into the girls face with a scowl. [b]“As you can see, they failed harder than you did to get properly uniformed.”[/b]

Myrillas hand reached out, adjusting some of the aspiring chefs' dress in a mildly rough manner, not bothering to mention what was out of place if anything even was - but this was Myrilla. She wasn’t known for being reasonable, or friendly. She’d soon move on, taking another long drag on the pipe as she’d walk down the line, passing Astreya with a hostile glare, followed shortly by Senya who’d receive not even an acknowledgement as Myrilla would stand in front of Polina.

[b]“We don’t know what went wrong, but we had been coordinating with the local police. They sent us a panic alarm around zero eight thirty five. Forty minutes after the raid began they already started evac protocols and started quarantining the town. As you can tell from the fact the zone is now a smoldering crater, we can safely say the six operatives failed at their job. It should, have been easy.”[/b] Myrilla took one of the Macarons Polina had prepared, whether the maid had any objections at all the instructor didn’t listen or try and stop as she’d bite into the treat, immediately make a disgusted face, drop the confection onto the deck and resume her walk down the line,  crushing it under her heel. [b]“Easy to make as a good Macaron, which one of you can’t even do it seems.” [/b]Myrilla walked past Lucrecia, more smoke from the pipe briefly clouding the air as the instructor would now, find herself standing in front of Katherine and her dolls.

[b]“Our job is simple. Go in, kill the demons, look for those failures and drag them back if they’re still alive, or bury them if they’re mercifully dead. Any questions?”[/b] That as a distinct lack of any solid information on Myrilla's part, as she stood in front of Kat, seemingly waiting for her to say something. Likely intentional to see if the maids wanted to make their job easier or harder by asking anything that might be relevant, or if they just wanted to get straight to it. It was likely as routine a job as any.

Go in, kill demons, look for the missing operatives, and figure out what exactly was going on and how such a simple seeming task went to literal hell so quickly.