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Interacting with: Yalen @pantothenic, Jocasta @Force and Fury, Ysilla @Pirouette, Ayla @Ti, Kaspar @Wolfieh
Location: The Deserts of Torragon



That shell was indeed impenetrable by normal means. With every reverberation of her strikes throughout the large beast, Zarina could quickly determine the inefficiency of exploiting blatantly vulnerable spots where the Halassa couldn’t reach her with its oafish movement. It was about the extent of the experimentation she was ready to do, as the beast had displayed its entire potential in its attempt to get its ‘prey’. It was time to finish this.

As the beast rotated itself with its claws ceaselessly digging into the sand so it could face the much smaller Virangish girl, Zarina quick-stepped back to confront the beast head-on. At this point she had determined the length and speed of its neck-lunges and felt safe to handle this predictable, rabid monster. However before she could seize any sort of opportunity, Zarina would be reminded that many externalities could occur during a battle. One of them being a big ass Halassa literally flung like it was nothing and landed very close by, given she had purposely kept the alpha at the back so it wouldn’t impede the others.

Zarina blinked, her attention taken away as much as the crazed Halassa’s was. So much so that it attempted to bite in the direction where Jocasta’s victim had landed. Of course it was merely reacting to rather extreme stimulus and didn’t actually reach the repulsed beast, but it gave the Virangish dancer an opening. Regaining her focus, she propelled herself forward with the same simple technique used for her jump, but far more precise as it was barely ten metres in distance. There, she rested her palm onto the edge of the turtle’s beak, right where flesh started and the hard, jaw-bone stopped. With that contact, a wave of electricity unleashed into the beast. Definitely not enough to truly harm it or burn, but with how close it was to the head, it’d naturally stiffen its muscles momentarily and keep it still.

Without an ounce of hesitation, Zarina delivered the Coup de Grâce with a loud pant to go with the thrust of her blade. It was made to impale right through its eye, hilting the obsidian sword to the socket. This would not kill it, but the drawn kinetic energy from the most recent snap of the beak unleash through the thrust was the finisher. A precise shot of air going right through the skull’s opening and obliterating the brain. A technique seen among many mages to humanely slaughter creatures and a method Zarina was clearly versed in.

With only its limbs infrequently twitching, the instantaneous death was confirmed the moment the head just dropped. The executioner slowly drew her blade out, eyes closed during this brief act while her opposite hand rested upon the beast’s cheek to ease the removal of the blade. She sighed, the same hand on the cheek rose up to brush her own forehead and face. Zarina broke a sweat!

Feeling deserving of a reward, she reached out to the aether above her shoulder, expecting to grab a cup of delicious, black coffee, only to look somewhat like a fool. Her cup had been left with the jug, and given the action that had happened, was probably filled with sand. Again, she sighed, this time from her nostrils.

”Hold it there for a moment Ayla! I can help!”

”Eh?”

Then came the third sigh with her eyes rolling. They were still not finished. With a quick flick of her blade, she tried to swing off some blood from her blade before it dried and then went on to hop over the shell of her now dead target, blood still flowing out of that small stab she had made, ”Dreamer give me strength.” she whined to herself, her tone sarcastic but hushed enough to be easily missed by those not paying close attention to her.

A Halassa remained that appeared to be shared between Yalen and Ayla. Zarina was definitely too out of the way to notice what Jocasta may have done, but Kasper’s and Ysilla’s deeds were at least evident by their positioning compared to their ‘designated’ Halassa. Now that most of the threats were handled, it was time to clean up. Quickly. She hopped off the shell, and when she got closer to where her group stood their ground, she couldn’t help but notice just how … Familiar Kaspar’s choice of execution was. Definitely different from a Chemical mage’s approach, such as her mother, would do, yet it was also similar. She shook her head, redirecting her attention to the actually live turtle as the other seemed just about dead.

Zarina made her way to the confused Halassa, its state assessed as it resembled Ayla’s, Zarina’s friend, approach to disorientation. And from what could be determined, the Priest-boy was exacting some sort of magic. But it wasn’t finishing the job quick enough. At least not to a coffee-less Zarina’s standard anyway, ”What are you two baboons doing?” she called out with her thick accent, looking somewhat annoyed, while walking toward the dying Halassa’s at a brisk pace. Two minutes would turn to just five seconds as she gave the exact same treatment to the blue turtle as she did to the alpha: A zap to the head and a stab to the eye, causing the brain to explode by a concentrated blast of kinetic energy.

”I thought they taught you guys about mercy, mini-Padre.” she remarked while keeping her blade in the beast, and then slowly removed it the exact same way she had the first, ”Got something for this?” she turned her head toward the clergyman, her blade presented to him was coated with the Halassa’s blood and some liquefied brain-matter. Should he help, in spite of this odd ask, he would actually get a gracious ‘Much appreciated’ from Zarina.

When the blade was cleaned, whether by Yalen’s help or her compromising with something else, she then pointed toward Ayla with her Shamshir, ”And youuuu, kitty cat,” she lowered her chin a little with her brow raised, ”I gotta teach you how to fight. ¿Usar una espada?” Zarina grinned wide before sheathing her black blade and seizing her sandy cup along with her coffee jug. A long since cold coffee, which she’d present to Ayla the same way she presented her dirty weapon to Yalen, ”Could you warm this for me, please, love?” her tone softened, now that she was so close to getting her reward.

With warm coffee, she began to serve multiple metallic cups she could easily manipulate at short distances with her magnetic magic. There wasn’t that much coffee left, but it was still a treat to all, ”Alright, alright, good job you guys. Have a drink before you fall asleep on me. The desert’s a bitch like that.” she peered over at the chair-bound blonde, ”Even you, Jocasta. Jo’s alright? Drink up.” she spoke quickly, and definitely had a more dominating presence than Jocasta’s current persona. The cup of steaming coffee was levitating before the secretive tethered girl, waiting to be claimed. Given how tired she looked, it seemed reasonable for Zarina to insist on keeping Jocasta boosted.

Kaspar would get her attention for a good moment as the group briefly recuperated. They weren’t going to linger, but rushing was also a bad idea, ”Casper,” pronounced it strangely enough but clearly knew the name. She paused for a moment, staring between him and the Halassa he had finished off. A somewhat concerned squint remained on the deceased beast, ”Nice work.” she was uncharacteristically awkward there, but left it at that with a nod of approval and pursed lips.

”So. The settlement.” she posed the subject after taking a good sip of her beverage, ”We’ve agreed to talk to them first, yeah? Then let’s get moving before they’re all turtle shit.” the rest of the coffee was downed and the nearly empty jug shoved into her bag, still concealed behind her dark cloak, as she stood up. Her arms stretched up and prompted a light yawn, ”... It’s that way, right?” she pointed in the vaguely correct direction, though she did not have the sensory reach her tethered colleagues have, and the now passed twilight made it hard to actually see.





Interacting with: Yalen @pantothenic, Hugo & Jocasta @Force and Fury, Ysilla @Pirouette, Ayla @Ti, Kaspar @Wolfieh
Location: Hugo's Study



”Zarina.”

The one with such a namesake spoke up, louder and a more dominating tone than the persona Jocasta tried to emulate, essentially cutting her off. But it was just that, an immediate and brief correction that didn’t even earn the Virangish girl’s gaze as she’d take a sip from her favourite beverage right after. It would only be after Hugo’s elaboration on priorities that her golden hues geared themselves toward the chair-bound tethered, ”Sure, I’ll hear them out. But I’m also getting rid of the threats even if they whine about it. Just so we all know where I stand.” she announced as she pushed her chair back and got up just as the others did.

Zarina took the time to refill her own cup and prepare another while the others were hopping into the portal into the familiar night of Torragon. She was actually the last to go in, for she had something to add in her exchange with the Paradigm which she would start with a snap of her fingers, ”Ah yes.” her digits were not finger-gunning upwards, and slowly pointed toward the bearded mage, ”When we’re done, how do we get back? I’d hate to make the boat trip again.” she grinned confidently while awaiting Hugo’s reply.

With her question answered, she left the final cup of coffee on a surface near Hugo, ”See ya’.” with that, she hopped into the rift and joined her comrades.


Location: The Deserts of Torragon



The sand was cold, the breeze even cooler. The desert was such a merciless teacher, no real respite for those that dared to tread her hateful lands. But all those familiar with the dunes of Torragon knew the frigid nights were far more bearable than the scorching daylight, and Zarina was certainly glad to feel the cool, rainless air. She takes in a deep breath, finding her happy place among the dry soil her ancestors once marched upon as warriors, as merchants and even as nobles once. It was her element, now if only she had Riesco …

Her brief moment of stretching, arms opened wide and eyes closed while her cloak waved to the wind’s rhythm, was interrupted by Jocasta’s warning and Yalen’s clear change in demeanour when the rabid beasts had taken notice of their arrival. Zarina’s eyes didn’t open just yet, this was a nice and soothing moment. But as the vibrations in the sand reached her own sensitivities, she’d turn her head to prompt a crack from her neck and slowly open her golden gaze to the dying twilight before her.

”Agreed.”

She responds dryly to her sister’s remark while taking a step forward and essentially crossing the invisible line her colleagues weren’t keen on violating, many opting to stand their ground instead. And then another step was taken with her body leaning forward a little. Her metal jug was carefully levitating by her, as well as her recently filled cup, and she realised it by the third step which prompted a pause. There was no way she’d compromise it, so she’d carefully guide it over to a stony surface near Jocasta.

The beasts were drawing very near, and Ayla was preparing her counter-attack. When the little lion’s melody came to be and set the rhythm of the upcoming dance, Zarina drew her black, piercing-friendly Shamshir in one, fluid movement with her left hand, making it clear to even those who didn’t pick up on it yet that she intended on bringing the fight to the Halassa.

”Dibs on the big one.”



A wide, toothy grin took shape onto the young, Virangish mobster as she commenced her jog toward the maelstrom of rabid breast flesh coming right at them. Ayla was limiting them and coated them with different paint each. In turn, Zarina could more safely feast on the energy the pack was emitting by charging in so violently. And just as they would get a bit too close, she lept in the air, propelling herself as to get behind the group, and more specifically the conspicuously big one with a unique pattern on its shell, the odd sixth among the five colours used. A basic use of Kinetic magic, one she had a more intimate attunement to, so it came to no surprise she’d have no trouble manoeuvring and correctly if she over or under-shot.

First thing’s first, the alpha had to be stopped. She did so by hurling her blade at its tail while she was still above it. And no, her aim wasn’t perfect, which merely scraped the creature’s appendage instead. But it was enough to get its attention, especially when her landing would come with an amplification of her impact’s sound, the same way she emphasised her footsteps during dances. Naturally, the shelled beast would not take kindly to its tail being messed with and confront a potential flanker.

Zarina took this chance to observe how it moved, how awkward it was for it to orient itself toward a small target and its general speed when it couldn’t just bullrush. By then she would use basic Magnetic magic to attract her blade back to her left hand and keep it outstretched to her side to make her appear a tad wider. She intended to strafe the creature, keep on its blind spot now that its sight was compromised, and her echoing, calculated footsteps added to the disorientation that Ayla was already providing for the group.

Like a Matador in a Corrida, she kept calm. It was to be expected from one used to dealing with animals. She was very much teetering close to that vicious beak, but continued to strafe to the side, circling the beast, and if it charged, it had a perfectly good shell to hop on and revisit that tail she had previously cut. One could mistake this for toying with the beast, but it was clear she intended to either find a quick opening for a swift and merciful Coup de Grace, or to tire the beast out. The former was more likely, given the nature of the Halassa’s condition.

It would attempt to bite, and it would attempt to swipe. Both terribly impractical when facing a lithe and agile predator who specialises in movement. All of which gave her even more means to zip faster around the beast while keeping close. There would be a bit of prodding, mostly to the shell to see just how tough it was but also keep the creature’s attention on her.





Interacting with: Yalen @pantothenic, Hugo & Jocasta @Force and Fury, Ysilla @Pirouette, Ayla @Ti
Location: Forked Tower -> Hugo's Study



The rhythm of the rain was often found to be soothing for some, but to an insomniac like Zarina, it just kept her mind focused on everything other than a happy, comforting realm of tranquillity. And so, more coffee it was. Coffee and finding something to do. Despite the raging storm, the Virangish freshman opted to leave the premises and find something to get her mind off the inevitable thoughts that’d plague her if idleness was indulged.

Before long, Zarina was outside after a brief prettying-up with nothing but a cloak and a levitating umbrella protecting her from the elements. Luckily the winds were merciful, allowing the dark, silky clothing to remain veiled during the entirety of her venture. Her velvet blue shoes, embroidered with gold, were not exactly the best for the increasingly wet pavements she ventured through, which led her to adopt a brisk pace and seize every dry spot she could find. Along with her levitating umbrella would be a metallic gourde, and from it she’d occasionally take a sip from the steamy, caffeinated goodness.

There was nothing, not one distraction at this hour, but at least the trip down to the Merchants’ quarters was somewhat of an adventure on its own. And it would get a whole lot more fantastical with a certain corvid stalking her. At first, she thought little of a bird just hanging about, especially when she preferred to focus on her beverage. But then it hit her that a bird was just squawking and flying about at this time and so consistently. Eventually she took notice, and a new adventure awaited.

Like many before her, and a couple after her, she would be brought to the Forked Tower. The down-to-earth Virangish couldn’t help but raise her eyebrow on more than one occasion, however the appeal of new discoveries was a bit too strong for this clearly bored teenager. Her umbrella was folded into her small bag she kept veiled inside her dark cloak, kept in a distinct pouch as to now drench the other goods, while her gourd was kept hovering near her shoulder. The riddle was … Not too difficult. Nothing that trumped counting owed money and sniffing out stolen stashes.

“Sixty-Six?” she squinted at the paper, and then the fork, “Huh, reall-”

Poof




”-y? Eh?”

Blink, blink.

Dopey, golden hues darted left and right, up and down, as her frame stayed frozen in a somewhat uncomfortable posture. Lips slightly agape, the relatively tall teen needed a moment to process everything. There wasn’t a storm, this wasn’t the tower and there was the head honcho of all magic-folks essentially greeting her. She couldn’t help but react with clear suspicion in her gaze, tone and body language. But as it was revealed to be the real deal, the hood finally came down, letting her tied, ash-brown hair fall onto the still damp surface of her cloak.

“Paradigm.” was her singular opening line once Hugo had made a greeting along with proper gestures and whatnot. She paced around, absorbing the various apparatuses with her gold gaze, leaving damp footprints behind her with every step. The usuals ‘how’ and ‘why’ questions were posed, although little could be answered before the next visitor came: Ysilla. This got the oldest of the twins to quiet down with a clear change in her demeanour. Where she had no qualms in exploring a portion of the study while keeping some distance with the legendary mage, she suddenly stiffened up and quickly directed herself to one of the seats she was invited to take, all while keeping a focused stare on her sister. Then came Ayla, a girl that never failed to get a habitual wave and loud click of Zarina’s tongue when she made an entry.

And finally, Yalen. Now he would not be spared from Zarina’s scrutiny, but it wasn’t nearly as focused or posture-changing. It did, however, prompt her to widen her eyes in brief surprise and kept them there while an amused grin took form on her visage. A scrutinising and very conspicuous scan of his being was made, from head to toe, as if she was checking him out, though with a borderline pretentious smile. The tall teen would come to rest her chin over her palm, letting her cloak open up as she adjusted her posture to show off her layer of fine, Virangish clothing. But most importantly, all could see her Hexaic necklace dangle between the fissure of her cloak.

When the time came for the pained priest to take a seat, Zarina pulled the chair by her and invitingly gestured for the blonde lad to take a break, ”Coffee?” she inquired while beaming at the newcomer, the smells of coffee and her subtle lavender perfume so easy to capture from his distance. Her gourd was still very much levitating by her via a magnet magic exercise. The question wasn’t meant to be answered as a thin, metallic cup slid his direction. The drink was black with nothing really added to it, though it was very much fresh. Ysilla would also be wordlessly blessed with such a treat, while Ayla got her’s from the getgo- there was no need to even ask. Jocasta would be asked the same as Yalen, with a smile!

Provided with a folder, she shifted her gaze between its contents and her neighbour with a brief awe-filled pause when she saw the rift being opened. Her gold hues were often drawn to his leg.

‘Tethered’, a term that appeared more than once in the document, was then uttered by Hugo. Zarina leaned back onto her seat, one leg over the other and furrowed her brows, ”Does it hurt? After all that climbing.” she inquired as she looked over at her neighbour's direction with a strong Virangish accent but a hushed tone, which didn’t make her speech anymore difficult to understand but she made the origins very clear to those who had heard the language before. What was difficult was discerning whether she asked out of concern or mere curiosity, as her body language did not give too much away.

”Okay.” she replied right as Hugo finished his brief and she dedicated more of her attention to the file than her afflicted peer, ”If at all possible.” she repeated, ”So, is our goal to defend them or just neutralise the threats? If they don’t want to help or our help in general, even with our ailing friends here,” she nudges her head to the side so as to bring attention to Yalen while her focus was Hugo, ”do we just … Act against their interest so long as we eliminate the threats? Or is their safety what matters more?” she gestures her hand in a circular manner while crossing her arms, her demeanour never changed even when treading on potential hostilities with the tethered. It sounded like business as usual, ”I’d make these decisions myself, but I’m wondering what exactly we want out of this and what the priorities are.” the same gesturing her then posed its digits big her cheek as she waited for an answer.

Although in the meantime, she tilted her head and peered at the tethered teen, ”Relax, fireball, save that spunk for when those legs discover the glories of the western deserts. You’ll need it.” she readied her hand to give Yalen a pat on the shoulder, only to hesitate with her lips pursed, and then retreat to take a sip from her coffee instead. She was very much ready to go once clarifications were made and some loaded glares were dedicated to her sister. Maybe a refill for Ayla.



“If you want something done right …”
17 | Female | Virangish | Merchant | RAS 8.17 (150 manas)| Wildblood |

















“To whom much is given, much is required.”

15 | Male | Human | Torragon / Inipor | Commoner | RAS: 7.40 (90 manas) | Tethered - Thunderchild |



Zarina Al-Nader


"O' Dreamer, guide my mother through her endless night. Guide my sister to your grace she has lost. And perhaps I may one day be guided to my dreams once more."


16 | Female | Virangish | Merchant | 7.62








Collab between @YummyYummy and @Pirouette




Otaru Airspace - Dusk


It had been just under an hour since the assault on the island of Hokkaido had begun. The timing was superb as one of the frequent blizzards to hit the area was striking full-force at the very moment the attack commenced. Or perhaps timing had nothing to do with it. The portuary city of Otaru, thinned in size from the excessive snowfall that plagued the island, was essentially surrounded. Its coast is decorated with a wall of Huzuran ships and its borders severely limited by ice and the weather. The troops had already touched land and were invading at this very moment.

High up in the sky, over the merciless clouds, flew a jet with nothing but a pilot and two passengers. The plane itself seemed capable of evading notice at a certain altitude. It hadn’t yet entered Hokkaido’s airspace, but it had since crossed the threshold of the grand tempest that cursed the island, leaving nothing but a sight of grey to those in the passenger seats.

The jet was about as comfortable and luxurious as the average private jet. Mini-bars, snacks at one’s disposal, very nice seats. There was still a luggage compartment above said seats, as there was a need for economical space distribution if they were to have a bar table and a large screen TV in there too.

The inevitable turbulence did little to phase the ferocious spider that took temporary residence in it. Myriam kept herself by a window, eyes dedicated to the sights comprising a portion of the wing and endless greyness. Wireless headphones were playing some sort of tune loud enough to be heard in spite of the constant noises typical of a plane. She wore her usual, unassuming clothing: A black hoodie for the cold, grey sweatpants for practicality and slightly weathered sneakers. Coming in the aircraft, she had also brought a dingy backpack that was tucked away into the luggage compartment.

They were getting close to the drop-off point and the hunter seemed about as perturbed by the notion of entering a warzone as she was when brushing her teeth this very morning. It looked as though she was to succumb to a napping urge, actually.

That nap was not going to happen.

The second passenger, after having tested this jet’s quite luxurious bathroom she might have said, threw open the door and ignored her earlier seating and fell loudly right in the seat across from her casually dressed partner.

Hey, hey! My!” Yo chirped but she had recognized those earbuds and remembered when she put those in too. She probably wasn’t going to be heard. It was decided when washing up, that she was horribly bored and needed a distraction by any means. A tiny ringed finger reached out and jabbed the cheek of Myriam, which was a common way of greeting or disturbing depending upon the day.

The contrast between the two was obvious from first sight. Yo’s more erratic and energetic was one thing but the way she dressed was another. She wore a black tailored suit with intricate stitch work done bearing many different styles. With her line of work, she’d often get new suits and the designs were never the same. A hat, though often found its way to be a part of her work attire, was back on her chair leaving her rusted brown hair hanging in a mess of tangles.

Myyyyy! You trying to sleep?” Yo would ask louder, not removing her finger from that cheek quite yet, but she didn’t much care for an answer, just a reaction.

No jump or immediate acknowledgement came from the initial poke, although Myriam wasn’t entirely static either with her posture shifting just a tad when her bubble was invaded. Like a door slowly opening in some horror flick, her head turned to eventually get a glance at the invader. The dullest of stares reigned on the more inconspicuously dressed of the two. She raised her index for Yo to quiet down, and then brought that same finger to seize the earbud furthest from her energetic counterpart so she could offer it to Yo.

Mmm? What’s that?” she inquired right before directing her attention back to the window, her posture straighter than before and her head angled in a way that made it easy to shift her gaze between Yo and the endless greyness that was the sky. Should Yo accept the offering, an oddly fitting theme was chosen. Fitting? Maybe a tad sinister, “How are you feeling it, Yo?” Myriam followed up with a second question with barely any downtime between her first question. Her tone was as dull and monotone as her expression, though the mere posing of the question has her suck in her cheek as if some curious thoughts had just hit the inquisitor’s mind.

A low chuckle escaped Yo’s mouth as she reached her other hand out, fingers wiggling excitedly as she nabbed the earbud offered. She didn’t bother with reasking her question. The curiosity of what her most mundane partner was listening to was far more pressing as she placed it into her ear.

Oh!” she exclaimed, hopping in her seat, that finger still pressed into her partner’s cheek. “I know this song!” She’d hurriedly inputted, taking advantage of the slightest of downtime between My’s lethargic by comparison time to ask her follow-up.

Yo had, in fact, not heard this song at all. She couldn't even name the band but had just felt like claiming she had as if she were trying to score points on a date for liking the same music.

When the other had finally gotten to her second question, Yo considered that she had enough of her partner’s attention to drop her finger from her cheek, letting it flick down and slide off her shoulder.

Her mind went to considering the question posed. How was she feeling it? The music did nothing for her and if the question was just about the music, it would have been too boring of an answer. Naturally, Yo ignored answering and shifted towards trying to turn the conversation to something more fun.

Is this your pump-up music? How you get in the zone before an operation?

Myriam was certainly ‘slow’ if compared to the battery that was her associate. Still, despite the contrast, the more discreet of the two would seldom have her tranquillity perturbed, “Does this sound like pump-up music, Yo?” she asked without a shred of sarcasm or distinguishable undertones, “I thought-” she pursed her lips and narrowed her gaze to the empty skies before peering over at her colleague, “Skyfall. We’re in the sky.” both eyebrows raised, lips still pursed and awkwardness was set in. It was potentially even purposeful just how strange she made that simple answer seem. It just lacked a forced smile.

How are you feeling the mission? That’s what I meant.” she then mellowed from this parenthesis and returned to her initial line of thought. A notebook was taken from the pouch in front of her seat and she’d toss it over to the other’s lap. There were barely a few pages left on it, and the only two with anything scribbled on it had notes regarding the researcher they were to essentially kidnap in the midst of the chaos, “I don’t recall you going to many warzones. If you discount our last trip to Shibuya, anyway.” her eyes emitted something more than just dullness. They had widened, she was now invested in this little exchange, “We want her alive, this time.

Yo had been watching her partner, gaze never faltering, since she sat down. A smile plastered on her face as if were carved in but the answer she sought from her questions brought her mouth to hang open as she rolled her eyes around in an exaggerated expression resembling the brash pettiness of a popular high school girl.

Uh, duh!” Yo sounded at her partner’s answer. It wasn’t what she wanted, seeking more for something personal to slowly uncover the secret intricacies of who Myriam was as a person. At face value, she was awfully dull but that’s what made Yo’s efforts all the more sweeter to discover the minutiae of detail that made My her own unique person.

The sparkplug of a woman finally turned her gaze and sat back on her seat, resigning to a more relaxed position as the conversation shifted to their mission, a topic that was by all comparisons, less interesting.

Those crimson eyes lifted to the ceiling of the plane as those white flower pupils seemed to rotate like they were zooming in to focus as her partner spoke.

She let the other finish before lifting her shoulders in a shrug before moving her arms to cross at her waist. “I wouldn’t say I haven’t experienced warzones before. Fighting budding gangs in Kanloon could be very messy and I’m used to those. As far as I’m concerned, this is the same. I just don’t know the streets I’m fighting on.

Her head turned as her gaze was brought back to her partner with her smile creeping back to present itself. “Alive, right. What do you think he knows that they want? It has to be something good, you think?”

If you say so.” Myriam responded to Yo’s position on fighting in the middle of a war, leaving it there with a tinge of snark. One leg was raised to rest over the other and her back sagged against her seat, mimicking the more relaxed posture of her associate.

Again, she sucked in her cheek with her attention returning to the small window to her side, “Akasha research. Which makes this far more sensitive than the usual deals. This whole raid to regain some iceberg mostly serves as a cover for us to exact our job.” she began to drum her fingers, betraying her cool demeanour, “It also means she can’t fall into Shinobi hands.

After that last statement, she conferred a focused, almost intense glance toward Yo, “Do you understand what I mean, Yo?” as solemn as this woman could be, and her reputation certainly helped in selling her serious nature, she kept that gaze until her associate provided a response she’d be satisfied with.

A water bottle was pulled out from under the seat and Myriam took a quick swig from it before offering the beverage to the renown cheat while settling for relaxation once more, “Secondary objective is securing the surrender of the governor,” she claims nonchalantly, “help the high-ups save face and avoid more public burnings. But we are not PR. So do as you see fit.

A smile cracked on Yo’s face, picking up the slightest hint of snark behind her partner’s tone. My was so horribly boring all the time, it was a rare treat to hear that bit of sass. Even if Yo was the victim of that disbelief.

She let the comment go and allowed her partner to continue. The whole mission was vague but it didn’t help that most times she goofed off during the expository details of whatever their tasks were. Paper pushers typically put on those briefings like it was a college paper presentation. Exaggerated reasoning behind their motives, details that were obviously skimped, and all the other tricks to obscure the intention. As far as Yo was concerned, if they just said what they wanted, she’d see to it.

Her partner’s call to her snapped her back to attention. “Right, right. No science for them. All science for us.” She waved her hand away, as if shooing away the seriousness of the conversation.

What else?” She interjected at the time My was taking a drink. The answer came and Yo signed loudly. “Not really a lot of glamour for us, My. I know you don’t care but what about me?”

She sat up, pointing at herself and levelling her gaze back at her partner. “Nobody is going to care if an iceberg dictator gets iced.

Myriam took this brief moment of Yo expressing her concerns and interest in the futile nature of their frosty endeavour to pass over to the next tune. One a bit more upbeat, although it didn’t seem to invoke any new behaviour ro demeanour from the stoic inquisitor. What did get a reaction would be none other than the worst joke of the day.

She turned her head, tilted it ever so slightly to the side and widened her eyes a little. Then came the faintest of snorts and a twitch at the edge of her lips, “You can always take all his stuff. And then blame the other guys.” the twitching formed a brief smirk before she returned to face forward and her eyes frequently visited the window by her. Maybe she found something soothing in that boring horizon. Or it was just less overwhelming than Yo’s presence.

Ah.” she snapped her fingers with the hand closest to her associate, “I forgot to mention.” she clicked her tongue, mouth slightly agape as she waited a moment to continue, her head idly nodding, “Vampires. You know how to deal with those, right?

Any inclination of outrage (and there wasn’t really any to begin with), faded away in Yo’s expression as her cheeks perked that iconic smile of hers. My’s reaction to the weakest of puns was infectious. She dropped her hands and resumed lounging in her chair, idly kicking the seat in front of her. They were the only two passengers but it was still a habit of Yo’s when on an aeroplane, which wasn’t very often.

Yea, maybe they might have something good.” Yo muttered in quiet admission, dropping her gaze to watch her feet kick as she replayed the briefing she half paid attention to, suddenly recalling an important detail. Her head perked up right before her partner said what she was thinking.

Vampires.

With a spin of her wrist, she drew a pocket-sized notebook out of thin air and swiftly flipped to the page of her notes of the mission briefing, though notes was a bit of a generous term.

Sunlight aaaaaaaand decapitation?” Yo’s eyes focused, the flowering pupils appearing to spin as she scryed her scribblings. “Wouldn’t decapitation kill most things, though. What do you think this is?”

Yo turned her notebook around revealing the page of her notes. A drawing of a sun with sunglasses, a chubby vampire with X’s in its eyes and where Yo was pointing at, a rounded object at the bottom that grew to a curved point on the top.

First came Myriam’s thumb to stick out of her fist when sunlight was mentioned, then her index finger for decapitation. The fact that she kept her hand up suggested there was something else, and she patiently kept that position while keeping her dark, adamant hues onto her partner’s visage.

That dead-eyed stare eventually veered toward the illustrations provided by Yo. Myriam pursed her lips, tilting her head the same way she had done just a moment ago, “You should draw comics for children.” she remarked plainly after assessing what was shown and then returned her attention to Yo’s crimson gaze.

The heart.” the pointer finger she kept out went over to poke the cheat’s upper chest area, illustrating her point in her own way, “Destroy it completely, not just some stab or gunshot wound.” with that said, her major finger came out, but she wasn’t quite done.

Silver. And don’t ask me why, it’s oddly arbitrary. It also doesn’t always work.” her eyes were no longer as fixated on the other as she began to trail off a little, “Decapitation has also been known to be insufficient against certain stronger strains. Same with sunlight.” her ring finger was next, leaving the pinky for last.

A couple of blinks broke the otherwise eerily methodic way she was presenting herself, as if every movement, even blinks, were calculated, “I’m … Surprised you haven’t brought this one up. Garlic.” the slight shift of her tone made it clear she was genuinely surprised, “It doesn’t work. I think.” she shifts her head to the opposite side of its tilt, eyes narrowing toward nothing in particular, as if she was doubting herself.

Yo had, of course, remembered the briefing. She was there and had even written some of the specifics of vampirism discussed at that time. With fiction jumping around all over the place with what vampires were, it was nice to actually have an idea of what was true and what wasn’t with this particular batch. Relisting the methods of execution to ensure vampire removal was not as engaging as her mind wanted it to be, however.

When her partner hadn’t answered her question, though the compliment went appreciated with an agreeable nod, Yo turned the book back to face her and she studied her childlike drawing intensely. She didn’t phase out My listing the vampire weakness and internally counted along and answered each of the weaknesses.

When reaching the last one, those flowering irises seemed to expand as the word she was looking for was uttered. “Garlic!” Yo shouted, way too loudly as if she were trying to startle My from the sudden loud noise.

That’s what I drew. It is a head of garlic, thanks My!

Yo closed her drawing book and shoved it down her sleeve, the book seemingly vanishing from existence as she stretched her arms out.

Hey, when do we get there?” She asked, switching the topic suddenly not caring about debating the quality of anti-vamprie method effectiveness. She’d just blow up their heart or head in all likelihood. “I’ve got things to do back in Kanloon when I get back and I’d rather not forget. If this takes too long, I will forget!” She giggled like it was a funny joke that only she’d ever understand.

Myriam just stayed frozen, staring at nothing in particular, like she had some sort of blockage. Was garlic really a myth? She could swear it worked once. Or maybe it was salt. It’d take a little bit of whining from Yo for the hunter’s dark eyes to blink a couple of times, followed by a rapid shake of her head, “Hmm? Oh.” she’d peer into her smartphone, the one connected to her headphones, “Three minutes.” she answered casually.

A loud tap of her foot against the empty seat before her signalled her desire to stand, and she’d do so without forgetting her backpack, “No parachutes, by the way.” she’d gesture for her colleague to move along, “You’ve done a dive before, right?” she asked while verifying something with the nearby door, though she didn’t tinker with it just yet. Then her attention returned to Yo with her cheek sucked in, “If not then …” lips pursed, she paused before turning the lock on the door and just opening the thing.

Inevitably, the air current was overwhelming with quite a few leftover bottles and snacks being sucked out. Myriam merely grasped a nearby handle while digging through her backpack with her free hand, “Oh, and this!” she spoke up, given the noise was considerable to say the least. A gas mask was whipped out, and she extended it to her partner. The second was for My. There was nothing particularly fancy about them other than veiling their eyes quite well with tinted lenses. Adds a bit of a sinister look to it, “We should jump in about-” again, she checks her phone, completely unconcerned whether it’d fly off, “Twenty two seconds.” she tilts her head, “Ready?

Three minutes? Time flies fast when you are having fun, right My?” Yo tilted her head quizzically but didn’t expect an answer. That pondering expression would watch her partner adjust and stand up, letting her pass by. She was looking expectedly for something but that face betrayed the reality where she really wasn’t looking for any sort of reaction.

It wasn’t until My started talking about diving that Yo jumped to her feet. A wide smile grew on her face as she realised what My stopping at the door meant. She turned and scurried away, picking up her hat and compressing it before stuffing it in her roller suitcase that she brought. She closed it, and zipped it up tight before cradling that thing in her arms.

The door was opened and the air roared in motion as Yo turned her head to the side. “Oh no, My. I should have told someone I was afraid of heights!” Yo’s tone suddenly, stepping up to her partner. She made her knees shake, hunched over and looked like she was about to cry. “Will you hold me?” She hollered over the current whipping around in the cabin.

It was almost a convincing act, save for the devilish grin that sneaked its way onto the Cheat’s face, growing by the second waiting for My’s answer.

Just as the twenty-two second mark had been met, Yo had posed her question. As such, My just … Stepped forward, without even conferring a glance, and took the plunge. Her posture was stiff and her baggy clothes didn’t seem to entirely agree with the resistance met by the air. It was of little inconvenience, as the gilded huntress had clearly done this more than once. Little adjustments were made to angle herself just right to make a proper ‘dive’ and hasten her arrival.

It wouldn’t take more than thirty seconds for Myriam to collide with the ground first. Well, it’d be more so a metre and a half of snow rather than soil, as they had planned to land at the outskirts of town, consumed by blankets of unnatural snow that could never stay soft with how glacial the air had remained when the skies were permanently clouded. The impact was controlled, landing with one knee colliding with the ground and the hand opposite to it meeting the concrete under the snow simultaneously. The shockwave was decently loud, but if there wasn’t anyone to hear it, had she really landed in the middle of nowhere? Yes. The answer is yes. That saying is stupid.

Her voice was muffled behind her gas mask, distorting her increasingly loud breathing as she recuperated from the dive, “Tsk.” she peered up, right at the direction of Otaru, to notice the skies already set ablaze. The assault had commenced a while ago, and the troops were making rapid progress, “Time flies.” she paused while uttering that line when she was sure Yo was around, “Heh.” Myriam rested her hand on her nape and forced a crack from it, “I got that.

If Yo was offended about her partner ignoring her and just jumping out, then she gave no sign of it. She slipped the gasmask on and followed, stepping out of the cabin. “Whoopsie!” She hollered to nobody through the filter of the mask as she appeared to slip on her last step, letting her tumble wildly in the air.

Where her partner looked like a professional, Yo looked like she was actually falling. She had virtually no control as she spun and twisted in the air, the only constant being her cradling the suitcase in her arms and the drowned out sound of her muffled screaming like she was on a thrill ride all the way down.

When it came to landing, that was a different story. Her target was a large snow mound and just fifty metres above that, she managed to straighten herself and fall into the mound feet first. The careful observer with a special talent might have noticed the glow in her feet just before touching the icy snow. She sank through the ten foot snow drift disappearing from sight as the snow exploded around her impact. By the time the flurry cleared, there was no mound and Yo just standing like she hadn’t just fallen forty thousand feet from the sky.

She had landed a short distance away and hurried off to join her brutish companion, her gaze joining My’s on the burning city ahead. Her suitcase was still cradled in her hands. Nothing was said until My’s admission. The mask concealed a smile. “Jeez about time you got that.”

Beyond the echoes of war raging behind the recently built walls of the city that stood before the two, there was but the wheezing of the gusts that reigned in this dark, cold land as twilight set itself in Hokkaido. Myriam ensured her backpack was properly fastened over both her shoulders, making for a tight squeeze on her hoodie, before she approached the improvised structure that gated the isolated town.

There are two a few metres from the wall.” she kept her voice hushed, and with the mask’s distortion it made what she said a bit difficult to hear with the winds raging by them. The Gokai inhaled audibly, and then exhaled, “Aim for the head, at worst it incapacitates them.” right down to business, the Gilded Inquisitor wasn’t going to waste any time. Flexing her knees and crouching for a brief second, she’d then propel herself to leap over the wall of ice and stone, and land where she sensed one of the presences.

Like an owl attacking its prey, she was silent, and her presence was all the harder to detect with her Gokai characteristic. It was likely that these peons had heard the very recent impact from the two, but dared not venture out of safety, and as such would just have enough time to yelp before the huntress had her way. All her weight was applied to the female patroller’s chest, immediately pinning her and kicking off the rifle she had been trying to aim at Myriam. Again, she had time to yell out a He- before her executioner manifested her massive, sealed mass of metal and stone right over her head, and let it drop. More or less a decapitation.

The other was on high alert, and ripe for the picking by Yo. Still, Myriam’s idle hand had its fingers hooked, ready to react as they always did, should her associate fail. But she probably didn’t, it was Yo after all, “There’s a miasma that grows thick close to the centre of town. Try not to get the mask damaged.

Yo followed through soon after her colleagues, ending any hopes of a counter attack from the scouts by a quick and effective execution from mid-air. A simple card empowered by cursed energy was enough to sever the head of the remaining footsoldier to ensure no resurrection would occur.

The two agents had set foot on Otaru, with little stopping them from seeking out the researcher coveted by both sides of the conflict. Interlopers be wary of the duo that has felled countless of their kind.

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Hello all, I'm on the discord but I'll salute anyway. I have a nearly finished sheet. Usually I'd post it done, but since I'd like to at least make the character known, I figured I'd post now. I hope the storytelling I've opted for isn't too bloated for some.




Current circumstances have led me to put my position here on hold, I'm afraid I have far less time at my disposal than I initially thought. I'll keep tabs here for I won't be entirely gone, but I'll be withdrawing the character for now (saved and the such, but removing for the time being). Good luck!
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