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Candice had hoped that her explanation was cut and dry enough that it wouldn’t prompt anymore questions, but that wasn’t the case. She was loathe to give these people any more details about herself than she had to and while ‘no spells’ was admittedly not much to work with, it pretty much covered how her curse worked. As much as she wanted to just stay quiet however, it was better to make sure Red here at least understood some of the particulars so she didn’t try to help only to make things worse.

“It depends on the kind of blessing.” Candice raised a fist, before extending her index finger. “Healing weakens me.” Her middle finger. “Strengthening me hurts.” And her ring finger. “And curing me of a condition just replaces it with something else.”

She closed her fist again, leaning her elbow on the arm of her chair before resting her cheek atop of her hand. “Just let me deal with healing myself. If it looks like I need help, just get whatever’s bothering me off of me so I can recover.”

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The walk to the farmlands was quiet, at least on her part; the others engaged in some small talk, but while Candice kept an ear open to what they were saying she didn’t participate. Instead she focused on her own preparations for the fight to come, which for her mostly consisted of making sure her body was limber and her mind was alert; she had no equipment to prepare, no weapons or armour to check, just her. There were fewer things that could go wrong that way.

Once they were all prepared, Red used some kind of ability to light up herself and the night sky with huge spotlights. Candice’s eyes were drawn to the Medium almost against her will and she scowled when she was reminded to pay attention to the sky instead. She directed her eyes above, scanning the ceiling of the cavern for this dragon-thing so she could kill it and be done with this already.
So that was their offer? This mission had been reported as being more dangerous than it actually was, so the reward she would receive from up above was worth more than it should have been? The brass had their eyes on this mission so anyone who was involved in it was sure to rise up in their estimations.

Great.

There was leverage there to be sure. Leverage she could use to ask for anything she wanted, as long as she was willing to try and negotiate with the brass for it. A raise, a promotion; those were just the suggestions, there were sure to be other things she could ask for. Wealth, fame, status, luxury goods, attention, attention, attention; her family would love all of that. She could even use this situation to get an in with the higher-ups, get her name out there and introduce herself to some of Agartha’s major players. Maybe even earn herself a title to go along with all those other famous Mediums. She’d be famous.

After all, if she was responsible for killing one of these legendary three kings or whatever, wouldn’t her name be just as well-known as those others red had mentioned?

Fuck, this was terrible.

While she had been thinking the executive had gotten up and left the room with a bow and a wave, leaving Candice with no opportunity to respond to his ‘deal’ before he did. It didn’t escape her notice that the reward for slaying this monster was nothing more than some goodwill and the promise that maybe someone else would give her something in return.

Nothing, in other words.

What would happen if she just walked out the door right now? Nothing good, surely? She’d just had a face-to-face meeting with a fairly important man, been offered what he probably thought was an exceptionally good deal to accept a mission he clearly had a lot of personal investment in. If she walked out now, what would his response be?

Candice let out a sigh before mumbling under her breath. “Tsk. Didn’t even give me the chance to turn this down.”

She was in then; against her will, but what was new about that? She was going to fight a dragon. If Candice made if back alive, the first thing she was going to negotiate was making sure her name didn’t end up anywhere near an official report. There was no changing the fact that the executive and the three Mediums in this room knew she was doing this but if she had her way then that was where the spread of information would end.

One of those Mediums was talking to her now, asking her to introduce herself after they had all done the same. “Pioneer. I use earth and water. I hit things, I kill things and I take care of myself. Don’t use any of your spells on me.”
This had been a mistake.

That was Candice’s primary thought as she sat there, one of apparently only a few Mediums in the whole city who had bothered to answer the message about some kind of training opportunity. Either they knew something she didn’t or the message hadn’t been as widely spread as she had thought. She didn’t know much about Executive Elpidio it had to be said, one of the downsides of staying as far away from the city as she could as often as she could was not knowing much of what went on when she was away, so she hadn’t known what to expect upon arriving. Even so a quiet, closed door meeting in the executive’s office with only a handful of people was not high on her list; especially not when one of those people was the Blue bloody Bombadier.

That was a name even she knew and though the other two mediums in the room were unknown to her, they had the aura of people that had names that people cared to know.

For this mystery assignment to attract so small yet so illustrious a crowd, it was looking more and more like the kind of thing that might attract a lot of attention to those involved. The good kind of attention, the ‘job well done, we expect good things from you in the future’ kind of attention, the ‘hey I know you, you did that thing’ attention; that was to say the kind of attention that Candice usually tried to avoid.

The details didn’t make it any better. A dragon, a monster of such renown that it had a reputation and a name; killing one was apparently such a big deal that the last people to do so were remembered for their deed.

This had really been a mistake. Just end her now and be done with it.

One by one the other mediums in the room accepted the missions; some eager, one reluctantly. The executive had pushed the latter for an answer so hard that it didn’t seem like she would be able to turn this offer down so easily. Great. The eccentric bastard wasn’t going to take no for an answer it seemed.

Well, she wasn’t going to go down without a fight.

“If I do this, what’s in it for me?”
Morgana Faith


Morgana completed the circle with a final sweep of her finger and the effect was almost instantaneous. Those sensitive to it would be able to detect the sudden rush of magical energy that suffused the building, starting from her design and spreading outwards; in its wake it left colours, ranging from vivid red to deep indigo in order to highlight the places people had been in the past few days. The brightest spot was by the door, the threshold practically glowing, while the interior was more a mix of hues; reds, oranges and yellows signified the places with the most activity such as the hallways and the furniture, while darker colours showed the less visited areas of the house like the very edges of the rooms by the walls as well as a few other, conspicuously undisturbed spots.

She would be avoiding those.

While she was working it seemed like her partner in this little exercise had come up with an idea of his own. He was casting something that she wasn’t familiar with in a language she didn’t recognise, but from what little she could pick up it seemed to have something to do with locating objects; a useful discipline for an agent she supposed, though not one she was that well versed in. As she watched him finish the first casting she saw another point of light appear within the house, outlining an object hidden within the walls that could only be a crossbow.

“Interesting.”

He began casting again and once he was finished a second crossbow appeared. It would seem the spell could only identify a single object at a time, which was unfortunate, but such a limitation was something she might be able to deal with.

She waited for him to finish casting, knowing better than to interrupt someone in the middle of a spell, before approaching him.

“Xaviron, was it? If you can teach me the basics of that spell I might be able to modify it to affect an area rather than a single object. Or at least design something to achieve the same result.”

@Martian
Morgana Faith


Morgana stared blankly at the android, waiting for her to say something else or to reveal the real plan to them. She continued to stare even after Amanda had turned away and began walking towards the other house with Michael; it was a few seconds after that that Morgana realised that Amanda had not, in fact, been telling a joke.

“Excuse me?”

No, she was serious? She wanted Morgana to try and manually disarm traps and explosives that she knew nothing about? Who exactly did this team think she was? She was a researcher, a lab rat, a scholar; a few days ago she had been cooped up inside a library reading research papers on the Rigidity of Gender Norms in Scandinavian Magic Systems, not hunting down terrorist organisations. She was not, and never had been, a field agent and she was certainly not a bomb disposal expert.

Turning her head, Morgana looked at the trap-laden house she was tasked with disarming and decided she did not much like the thought of dying inside of it. The door was still open and Morgana approached it; instead of walking inside she instead stopped at the wall next to it and used her hand to wipe away at the dust and dirt to make a clean spot she could work with. She would not be passing that threshold, no matter what Amanda or anyone else said, but maybe she could do something to make a safe path through the traps a little more evident.

She wore her gloves again and with her left hand she traced a sigil on the back of her right, activating yet another hidden circuit that caused the tip of her index finger to begin to glow. Pressing her finger to the wall of the house Morgana drew a perfect circle on the space next to the door, her finger leaving a trail of light like incandescent ink in its wake. Working quickly she filled in a pattern, circles within circles and shapes within shapes, the spaces in between filling up with words and symbols over time as she created a formula half from memory and half from scratch. It would take her about five minutes, maybe ten, to complete the design but when she was done her magic would fill the house and highlight the passage of people; their footsteps, their hand prints, any contact between a living being and the contents of the house would be illuminated like a heat map. The traps would still be there, they would still be hidden, but perhaps this would let them navigate the building as safely as its usual occupants did.

@Martian@Kumbaris
@Blade17 Is four people enough to start the discord? Assuming everyone who has shown interest here ends up joining?
@Emeth Here's my character so far. I haven't done any of the combat information yet, I'll wait until I've made her wish for that.

Well it will work like any other duel if u use a real life deck shuffle the card then draw five. Unless like i said if the plot demands it you will get the specific cards you need


So... are you expecting us to have real decks, which we use for the RP? Because as I said I am only just getting back into Yugioh. All my decks are like five or six years old.
I'm not sure I understand how it's meant to work- when you say the winner is random, it kind of implies to me that you can out-duel the opponent, but still lose?? Would skill in the game even matter??


I assume they mean that the winner is not predetermined most of the time, as in it will be skill based for the most part. if there is a story reason for someone to win however then the result will be scripted.

I have a question about the duels though @Blade17. You say we are posting pictures of the cards we play in discord but what determines our draws and stuff? Do we just draw whatever we want from our deck?
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