Zelosse

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Arguth bowed in turn to each speaker, keeping respectfully silent when the others chose not to speak. It was not his place to comment on their lack of social graces and took no offense. All they had to do was fight and from the sounds of it, the group of 'misfits', as hawke had put it were capable of posing a threat to the monsters and their horrible infection. That none of them showed sign of injury to the insects was worthy of praise.

"You must all be tired. No doubt slaying your way down this cursed place is taxing, I would not ask you to venture forward in such a state."

The twins rising to follow on his heels, Arguth turned from the group and shuffled off to the stairwell entrance he had unceremoniously blown off its hinges on the way up. The way down was still barred by a massive slab of metal he had pulled down to bar the path of the wardens lackeys. It could be risen from the groups side andcno other way.
From the stairwell he retrieved his pack. On the way up, he had managed to swipe supplies from the kitchens on the off chance that they would need to hold out against the enemy for an extended period.

Returning to the 'misfits', Arguth put the bag of food in Maceys hands before taking a seat on the floor with his back to the cell doors.

"Eat up. When you are rested we will make our final push for freedom."

Inside of the bag was a dozen waterskins, some even had wine, along with thick loaves of bread and wrapped up cheeses. Salted sauseges and dried pork were amongst the bountiful harvest. Enough that the entire group could barely consume its contents in a single meal. No doubt Hawke, who had subsided on the thin gruel that served as his daily meals, would welcome the taste of wine and cheese with a fever.
Scar, the pig, would finally be able to wash the taste of blood and mold from his mouth.

When they had eaten their fill, it was Arguth who finally spoke.

"Take a chance at some rest. If you are all ready, we can raise the barricade and march out. But I must warn you all now that the lower levels have become a living hell of corruption and living filth infesting the walls. If the wardens men have failed to contain the enemy, we will be walking into the very heart of the hive."

Re: Zero: The High Council

Ruri stiffened and the scowl was back in a flash at the word 'oldie' being tossed so impolitely at her feet. The wrinkles on her face only served to heighten the threatening stare but Mie would know it was all just an act. Big tlker as she was, at her center there wasn't an ounce of hostility for such a light barb.
The real fire burning in the old crones sagging bones was only shown when her loyal staff were misteated. Struck. Screamed at. Without even considering the motion, Ruri touched her cheek and deepened the scowl even further at the memory of the hostess from the previous day. Mie had seen the young woman with the badly bruised cheek being escorted by Mirt scant few hours ago.

"You're looking for the ones who did this to her." Ruris voice shook, their hand curling into a tight ball at her hip. "You're looking to find ways to hurt them. Ways to bleed the pigs not fit for cooking, weapons that should not exist, and tunnels that stretch to the horizon," with a huff the old crone unlchenched her balled hand and waved at the air as if dispelling a bad stink. "This place used to be important to us. It was where the free would gatherto mingle and make their names heard. There was blood, always will be, but the ones who did the bleeding did so willingly. Despite the nature of it all this usd to be such a safe venture until those fat greedy swines in the vip box bought the loyalty of every guard we trained. The cooks are loyal to us, first and foremost, but everyone outside my staff will need to be coerced."

Ruri rested her chin in her palm and thought hard for long moments, trying to decide what the best course of action in this situation would be. Their lives could be in danger for attempting what they were doing but no doubt both knew that part well enough. They were already here, weren't they?

"You want a place to start? The big oafs outside my doorway need to be more focused on what you're 'hiding'," Extenuating the word by pointing at her wrinkly chest, "instead of what you're doing. Brutes think with two things: their pants, and wherever their commanding officer thinks with. No doubt you're familiar with skyflower?"

The name in question was an interesting herb that could put whoever imbibed enough of the stuff into a long comfortable sleep. Too much could kill. Too little woild do nothing. The perfect amount would make someone drowsy and forgetful.

"We keep a handful of it in our storerooms. Next chance you get, I'll have one of you fetch me a fistful for the owners afternoon tea. Slip it in the refreshment for the lummoxes on your way up and find every excuse you bloody well can to slip back and forth between that gate until the idiots open the door the moment they see your fleshbags at 50 yards. Dogs have to be trained before they can be of use."

The details of the plan require certain elements to be in motion. Mie and Elque needed access to the vip area, and only the most popular hostesses were called up to entertain the big spenders with their presence. That meant if they wanted to be noticed they needed to do something that put them in the spotlight. No matter what that meant.
For now they would need to work the crowd for a while until it was time for tea. Perhaps it was time to cause a scene and get Mirts part of the plan in motion. No dount the old glutton was getting his fill of eye candy even now.

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Mirt was indeed where you would expect him. With Anyon pacing irritably in the background, the old man had a mug of ale in hand and was practically yelling with joy at the men gathered around him with boasts of his protegees unique talents and undefeated record. Many of those gathered merely laughed at the senile old man and, as expected, made their opinion on a female fighter very well known.
None of said opinions were very polite where Anyons.. prowess.. was concerned.

They just needed a spark to light the powderkeg of interest that would get the girl into the pit.

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

The knight did not move but it was clear, somehow, that he was squinting behind his visor. Likely discerning whether or not this was a false claim or if they really had been mercenaries. It took many moments of tense silence before they lowered their blade and took a step back, welcoming them to enter the room. The tip of their white edged sword lingered just above the floor.

"You are well armed. I see no colors of the Warden about you," His helm moved with his eyes as they took in the others with quick glances. That gaze focused on the twins, bringing with it a warm gust of magical wind. His next few words were short, foreign, but the Empire assassins lingering behind scar turned to each other with manic glee. Their fingers flashes too quickly to follow until they both took a running step forward in their excitement but swiftly ceased.
Both glanced behind them at Scar.

In the rooms above, any one of this party could have slain them with the others who had fought back but they had been spared. Freedom had been theirs and that kind of mentality was not lost at them. Both turned to Arguth, the fiery leader of their former party, and dropped to a knee with heads held down.

Arguth regarded them carefully but understood what was happening. Years of travel together, before circumstance had driven them into the wardens hands, had given him insight to their behavior.

"You must be the lucky type, for these two to show loyalty so quickly. That alone is enough to prove you are what you say. In the name of the Ever Burning, you have earned my thanks," Arguth dropped to his knee similar to the twins. "And my skills. I am Arguth of the Endless Pyre."

The Pyre was a religious army of pyromancers and, some would say, maniacs devoted to following the will of flames against the true night. An omen of inescapable darkness that threatened to consume the world. Those who wielded their powers were sworn to oppose this omen to the end of their own lives.

Raising to his feet, Arguth sheathed his blade on his hip and ushered them group forward. "I would know the names of my new allies before we continue. The warden has blocked us from leaving, barricading the lower levels with magic and ateel. If we are to escape it will come at the cost of their lives."

If they could not break through, Arguth would carve the memories of these mercenaries into the wardens skull himself.

Re: Zero: The High Council

Underground Arena - Mie, Elque

@Seirei No Hai@Rune_Alchemist

The smaller of the two guards gave a shrug as if their names didn't matter, a wave of his hand and the older guardsman shuffled through the locked gate and into the tunnels beyond. Mie and Elque were forced to wait in silence, an occasional whistle from a nearby patron and of course the ever present shouting as spectators watched whatever combatants were in the pit at that moment attempting to brain one another with something sharp.
Through it all there was a stream of other hostesses passing near the gate to whisper something or another into the ears of the gate guard who merely nodded, flagged down another patrolman, and sent a group to deal with the problem. Despite the chaos of the lower floors many drinking patrons it was clear they tolerated little fighting outside of the pit. Two men, responsible for assaulting another patron, had been dealt with in short order. Both had been beaten and shackled near the entrance for removal. Clearly the ones in charge didn't want blood on their hands if they meant to simply remove patrons temporarily rather than more permanent solutions.

"They're clear. Kitchens are down the tunnel, first door on the left. Ask for Ruri."

The older guard slipped his key into the locked gate and it swung soundlessly on well oiled hinges. The moment Elque and Mie were past the gates, they closed with a Click behind them. For better or worse they were trapped in the thick of it.

---

The kitchens were a short walk away. Further down the smooth worked stone passage was another gate separating the two Demis from accessing the elevated VIP area, beyond that was the storehouses and armories. Everything of value kept from Mies fingertips by a mere locked door. A locked door with two of the largest men she might have ever seen. The two of the hunched brutes nearly had their head touching the ceiling closer to 8 feet from the floor. Both wore a mix of plate and leather armor from head to toe with long halberds in hand. Their arms were unarmored but thick as oak trees.

A fight with them spelled disaster for sure. Thankfully, through them was not the goal.. Yet.

The kitchens were massive, barred by thick wooden doors that swung open regularly. Inside wasn't nearly as chaotic as you would think for such a large operation. Huge ovens dominated the back end of the room as they slowly cooked dozens of skewers lined with meat. Others off to the side were being used to cook fresh loafs of bread, the smell easily filling the whole room with its sweet scent.
Unlike the guards, the men and women of the kitchen staff were far smaller. Less intimidating. Their hands worked with the practiced and efficient motions of experience as they flayed skin from fish, picked bones, spiced racks of meats, cored vegetables and fruits. Dozens of projects were going on at once. In an adjoining room similar to the bakery was a colder room making sugary desserts.

The nearest cook, a lanky man with pale skin and short hair tucked under a white cap brandishing a butcher knife, waved them forward as he stopped butchering a pigs carcass. No doubt someones dinner tonight.

"Ruri, yea? Snot-stache," Referring to the long mustache of the main entryway guardsman, "Said you two were coming. Boss is in the back. Mind your tongue, say thank you, don't cause a fuss." Like everyone else it seemed like discipline was a cornerstone of the staff.

As promised, the head of the kitchens was in their office pouring over dozens of order papers. No doubt some had been delivered by the group with the supplies taken from Larchmond storehouses and this was the first step in processing goods intake before payment was issued for work done. The woman in charge was over 65 at the very least, her skin was wrinkly with hair long gone to gray, but youthful fire still burned in her sharp eyes as Ruri glanced up at the newcomers.
Her eyes roamed their bodies like the guards but it was clear she was judging their appearances.

"Sloppy makeup, your skirts are too long. You," Jabbing a finger in Elques direction, "Stand up straight and flaunt yourself. Not gonna make any money with the shy barmaid routine," The old crones scowl deepened before she added, "Or with the warrior woman routine. Close the door." The two entered and did as instructed while Ruri calmly rose from her desk and walked around in front of it with her arms crossed over her chest.

"You two remember those false names you gave the doormen or so help me I'll switch both of your backsides. Understand?" With a huff she straightened her back and dusted off her simple dress, putting on a genuine smile of warmth. Her tone was softer by far than when they had first entered. "Where are my manners. Mistress Beladona told me she was sending in some older gentleman and his assistant and here we have two new faces to my staff. If you want the goodies, girls, you'll have to listen close. First, questions?"

No doubt there were a few. Their job had been relatively secret amongst themselves, with only Mie having ever been told anything in detail and yet the crone clearly knew the game was afoot. Elque was likely blind to it. The most well known piece of information that had been covered was the serving girls in this establishment had been treated like dirt and Beladona, the supplier of serving girls, finally had enough of the mistreatment. It seemed likely that the old woman knew their whole plan and was waiting to see if they trusted her enough to spill it..
Of course this could also be a trap.

Ruri, Kitchen Boss

Adventure! - Stories of different worlds and realities (Private)

Here and now, we witness the last stand of the Falcons. Brought low by the Wardens tower.

The watcher retold the final moments of the struggle in the death row cells, recounting the way this mercenary group, no more than a handful of ill-tempered bullyblades, had cut through the growing insect menace and armed prisoners alike with a decisive and overwhelming presence.

Hawke and that accursed sword, the Wardens prized mantlepiece, were back to the fray and this group had recruited the damned human. To make matters far worse the killers from Nazar were armed. If only with a single meager knife. The watcher detailed the events and the Warden, armed with his own formiddable longsword and armor, cursed wholeheartedly. More reports were coming in and it seemd the whole world had descended on this prison tower in force.

Nearly 100 armed veteran guardsman held the middle point of the tower now. Only a dozen floors lay between them and the main entryway, sealed by massive steel doors thicker than a mans thigh. All the windows remained intact, only one single insect had escaped to the outside world and blissfully had been struck down.
Magical or otherwise, someone had stopped the spread.

What concerned him so much was how the rebellious inhabitants had been freed. Every floor was open and every cell door was wide, the prisoners below their position no doubt joined the ranks of the enemy plague by now. That would be hundreds of bodies.

"What of the brute above. Have we eyes on that pyromaniac?"

The watcher was silent for a moment then shook his head. According to his scrying, the man was protected from view directly. The only good news was that the crazed pyromancer had scorched the last 5 floors to ashe of all its inhabitants. Insect or prisoner alike. 3 men had been spared and the warden suspected the local lords had put undesirables in his cells without detailing their.. talents.
The burning man was freeing his imprisoned mercenary brothers.

"They will come down to us eventually. Issue orders: Hawke, the Order of Ashes, and those miserable sellswords who trashed my office are to be killed on sight."

A runner nearby left to spread the word to the other soldiers in charge of their respective units along the barricade.
From the staircase entrywaya the smell of rotting death grew stronger with the sound of footsteps.
Buzzing of wings accompanied the smell.

---

Despair filled the heart of every Falcon member as the group, superiorly armed and armored strangers, descended upon the Mercenary company like a butcher to the chopping block. Hawke and the blood obsessed Macy tore through those in front of them with devastating ease as the Falcons leadership crumbled. The mages, retaining very little magical essence, became just another corpse among the masses around them.
Kriss was less brutal in their violent approach but no less effective as the few remaining death row inmates struggled to deal damage of any kind. Unarmored, unorganized, they fell like the rest had on their bloody path from the wardens office.

Scar had the perfect seat to watch the twins work. Following him was wisest of them and both knew it, and so bent their best efforts to making the way clear. Unarmed and unarmored they were only good for hiding and watching but armed with something as simple as a throwing knife it was another story entirely.
Both twins slashed open their palm with their respective blade and whispered their spells of binding, the unblemished steel took on a pitch black stain flowing along its length. A flick of their wrist and two of the last falconers, one of them the last mage of their order, gurgled their last breathe with the knifes lodged in their throats.
The twins were like smoke as they faded forward in a rush, quickly pulling the bloody weapons out of their targets. fingers wagged in the intricate code of their Assassin language before simultaneously pointing to Scar with a confirming nod. The twins returned to stand just behind him as a proper shadow should. It was clear from the way they deferred to him that he was, for the time being, their master.

With the last of the Falcons' blood gracing the floor, now little more than a lake of red beneath their feet as over a dozen corpses lay sprawled across the stones, the way forward was clear. With Wilhelms key the group was quickly through the unbarricaded side door and down the stairs until yet another set of metal bars blocked their progress ever downward. What was peculiar was the lack of noise.
The only thing they could hear was the low crackle of a fire, smell cooked flesh, and taste smoke on the air.

Opening the side door to their current prison floor, the group was confronted with a bizarre sight. Every cell in the large circular room was scorched black with plumes of smoke drifting lazily to the ceiling. The half-burned corpses of the insect menace littered the floor at the feet of a single figure dominating the room brandishing a longsword, its edges burned an angry white that hissed as the blood coating it was burned away. The knight was tall, well over 6 feet and wide of shoulder. Their clothing was in disrepair and showed signs of catching fire at the fringes.
The door opening forced the knight to glance up, their chest heaving with every laboring breath but they readied their blade defensively.

Their voice boomed from their helmet, "Soldiers under the tyrants banner will burn. Speak your allegiances and spare me the lies." It was a deep and commanding, spoken as one with supreme confidence in their position of power.

Re: Zero: The High Council

Underground Arena - Mie, Elque

@Seirei No Hai@Rune_Alchemist

The plan seemed simple enough. Borrow a tray, fill in with the others girls, and get into the kitchens located behind 2 armed guards at the private vip entrance leading to the back tunnel and what could only be assumed was amenagerie of other rooms, storage facilities, and training grounds. For the most part that was correct but Mie knew enough from her many shady dealings that anything worth putting an armed soldier at held more than its share of coins in secrets.
Problem was just that. Armed soldiers.

Unlike the mismatched leather armor of the 'guards' who had escorted them here, poorly, these guards were well armed and better equipped. Neither had weapons drawn but both had the confident look of ones familiar with fighting, various scars on their faces revealed as much. Former pit fighters the two of them. Deeply familiar with the underground operation. Not to say they weren't lax on their duties, watching the servers walk by with trays and offering different kinds of looks, a mixture of concern and attraction clear as day on their faces. Not the lustful stares of drunks and dullards but genuine appreciation for beauty that was so rarely found here. Their gazes fixed on Mie and Elque, suspicion in their eyes.

The taller of the two motioned both of them forward, pointing at the pair through the crowd to stand before them.

"Two of you are new here, yeah?"

"Think I seen either of them up top in the markets." His partner was older, a large black mustache sporting gray hairs dominated his features.

"Rookie serving girls," The first one rolled his eyes but continued on. "Whats your names. Mother wants every new face through her back room before you're allowed to serve." A raised eyebrow and a glance at Elques direction.

Underground Map

Not familiar with making maps of any kind. Tried to keep things simple. Hopefully it helps!

Jigokuraku Academy

I'll post in the next few daya

Re: Zero: The High Council

Descending into the Heart of Sins with Mie, Elque, Mirt, and Anyon

@Rune_Alchemist@Seirei No Hai@BrokenPromise

Despite Mirts protests concerning advancement of the plan without consent or aid from Elques master, logical protests from the fox girl did indeed paint a stronger picture. If their deeds here were caught by the wrong people and brought to lite it would look poorly on the Master of their house to be among the associated, especially due to the racial distrust of Demis amongst humans. Still it would mean another hand to snoop around if they could get past the guards.
A glance at their seductive forms in the revealing clothing favored by the Hostesses of the Darkened Honey establishment, the Elder Monk was certain there would be no problems. None but a true master of their emotions would fail to be ensorcelled by the bare flesh on display. The outfits consisted of a simple low-cut blouse with an immodest cut down the center to better display the feminine qualities of the wearer while the skirt was equally short to match. Truth be told it left very little to the imagination, long enough to cover the subject but short enough to keep customer interest.

Not for the first time, Mirt had to avoid glancing in their direction when they spoke. A virtuous man he may be but a man no less.

Elque had protested against the immodest clothing and it had been Mie who had ultimately convinced the other Demi that it was for the good of everyone if they approached as a number of serving women, the Chaperone, and a new contender for the arena lurking somewhere below the cheap districts housing. The location of which left much to the imagination in terms of visual impressiveness.

The group arrived on the heels of other serving girls hired on from the Darkened Honey, some of which recognized Mirt and flagged him over with a wave. With the group of nearly a dozen servers and the cart of goods they made quick progress down the uneven cobblestone streets, their destination was a plethora of wooden stalls and carts arranged in a maze of vendors loudly hawking their prices and wares to the other citizens, eyes wary for a sale or to swipe the hand from a thief.
Many eyed the groups cargo with more than a passing interest.

Three men armed with shortswords on their belt met them at a cluster of homes nestled in a tight circle a stones throw from where the vendors shouted their cheap wares and met the group with the usual stern gaze. A few words passed between Mirt and the nearest Guard before two of them walked over and inspected the contents brought with them, more than once they passed a lewd leer at any number of the serving girls. Almost all of them gave a giggle and a wink, playful enough, but little else to entice further stares.

The leader of the three 'guards', if they could be called that as they stood around in leathers and dirty wool clothes, addressed the gathered crowd of familiar and unfamiliar faces alike. "Listen up. Boss is in a mood so you keep your heads down, trays moving, customers paying, and food running. Those of you hired on today as servers know the rules; No hitting the clients, no wandering from the kitchens, and nobody slacks on the clock." His gaze fell to Mirt and the only woman there not wearing a short skirt, Anyon. Whom by comparison showed almost no skin at all beyond her face and bare hands. Unaccustomed to the outlandish garb, the ringleader turned to look at Mirt, hooking his thumb in Anyons direction. "Whats her business."

"I've heard there is money to be won in feats of skill," The words 'pit fighter' were so ugly, "So I have brought my greatest disciple. Doubtful any will challenge the girl." His matter-of-fact tone only brought a grin to the other mans face, the other two behind him shared a chuckle.

"Friend, you best get a lady like her in a skirt before she gets real hurt. Bel- Er, the Bosses boys don't go easy on anyone once the contests begin. Soft little lady like that won't last 5 seconds against me, nevermind the lads." Now it was his turn to leer. Their eyes met Anyons and drifted down to her feet as a grin spread on his face, elbowing the man beside him. "Got a different kind of fight I'd put er through, right boys?"

There was an audible crunch of something heavy meeting flesh. Almost like a thunderclap, Anyons balled fist struck with a ferocity to match the rage burning in her eyes as splintered teeth and blood spilled from the wounded mans mouth as their unconscious body slumped to the stones in a heap. The other two armed men only laughed harder at the first mans misfortune, one even whistled with hands on hips. Clearly impressed.

"Apologies. She has a temper, you see."

The second man just shrugged it off, helping drag the down man off behind the houses to lay down out of sight. The rest were admitted into the house at the center of the semi-circle arrangement and led out the back door. Guides waited there who motioned for them to follow, leading the entourage 3 at a time through the streets in a confusing maze, in through other houses and up stairways, down walkways, and finally into an open cellar leading deep into the soil and stone, smoothed by years of use. Down 4 sets of stairs, past 3 great metal doors, and into the very bowels of the earth they moved.

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Below Ground - The Arena floor

Elque and Mie were the second group to arrive after Mirt and Anyon had been ushered forward, torches lit the walls every couple of feet until they arrived at the end of a large tunnel exit barred by a line of desks, clerks were waiting to take down the nature of their business and assign them where they needed to go.

For Elque and Mie, it was off to the far right corner of the gargantuan open space. Kitchens and private rooms had been constructed beyond the private viewing area of the wealthy merchants who came to spectate the contests, the serving girls always close at hand. Many times alarmingly close. For those not comfortable with being pawed like a plaything it was often the scariest place to be.
It did offer a great view of the area though.

Build from a massive cavern, worked stone had been fitted along every inch of the open ground. At its center was a large pit dominating a majority of the available space with raised platforms for spectators to see. The VIP was further above that, a windowed alcove overlooking the arena perfectly. Separated from the rest of the lower area by a single barred gate with 2 well armed individuals standing at attention in front.
The place was already bustling with life, likely over a hundred individuals had come to spectate and gamble on the days events and hoped to earn their share of coin. Some hovered in the corners with drink in hand, offering various services to the right buyer. Few of these services were legal. Killers for hire needed a place to call home and it seemed this was it.

From atop the secluded VIP area, a lone figure was hunched over the side watching the gathering crowd.

Mirt stood apart from the crowd as they entered and ushered over Anyon, Mie, and Elque, trying to look like a regular customer asking a few simple questions to the serving girls. "Do your best and try to mingle with the crowd. When you get a chance, slip past the guards and see what this place is doing behind closed doors. I hear one shriek I'll be coming for you both quick as I can." Though it wasn't his place to be so overly familiar, Mirt put a hand on each of their shoulders. "Be safe." Releasing his grip, he made a 'shoo' motion with his hand and tried to look unassociated. Should someone figure them out it would be best if nobody knew they were connected right from the start.

The moment they entered the crowd it would begin. Pinching, leering, drunks slurring their orders from whatever served as a bar down here. Other Demi and human servers were already bustling about, giving no notice of any wandering hands beyond a quick slap to the offending digits. The kitchens in the back were waiting for them, the call of greater mystery waiting beyond.

Underground Map

Not familiar with making maps of any kind. Tried to keep things simple. Hopefully it helps!

A Certain Eucatastrophic Apocrypha (Index/Railgun Roleplay)

Hirasawa, Adrian

Zero Degree Lounge

"Kamikaze.. you make it sound like that was intentional."

Granted it was kind of intentional, intending to startle Kaede by pulling up and banging on the window, but Adrian had lost control of his momentum on the downward plubge and moth wings simply weren't designedfor aerial maneuverability. They were mostly for just getting from point A to point B. Had he taken the wings of a larger bird itnl might have worked.
The mention of blood brought with it the sensation of pain on his chin, now suddenly very aware of his bleeding face.

Touching his chin with a free hand, Adrian gave a low hiss as he suckedcin his breathe and grimaced.

"Shoulda known id busted my lip." Waving away the napkins, Adrian focused on his power and focused on the desired effect. It only took a few moments for the nasty cut to fade entirely, leaving smooth unblemished skin where the injury had been. "Thank you though."

Adrian only took the napkins afterwards to wipe his face. The cut and bruises he could fix quickly but blood on his chin wouldnt fade. A quick wipe and all was set right again, no trace of the injury present at all as the Shapechanger arrived at the counter.

"Hi. Sorry about the mess," referring to a few droplets of blood on the tiles at the entrance. "Could I get 2 large pizzas, One just pepperoni with extra cheese. The other is a barbeque chicken with green bell peppers and sausage." Turning to Hayden he continued. "What would you like, Hayden-san?"

@Jacky@liferusher

Re: Zero: The High Council

@Seirei No Hai@Rune_Alchemist

Mirt stumbled forward, caught unawares by the truly shocking little display of prowess by the previously harmless looking merchant girl. His shock could not have been more complete than it was when Mie talked down to him like a disobedient child before releasing him.
Where Anyon was all too ready to leao in for another healthy dose of public abuse to the elderly, planting a light kick to Mirts rump that had the older cleric flat on his face.

For his part, Mirt took it well. The whole situation was ridiculous of course but the facts were clear that his act of a haughty noble had been too much. The other woman had been ready to strike, the intention was all too clear on her face nevermind her posture. Had it come to blows, his disadvantage was obvious.
To strike an innocent woman would have shamed Alyanas memory irrevocably.

Spitting out a bit of dust, Mirt rose to his knees sputtering as he wiped the dust from his well marvelously long beard, sarcastically muttering about inaubordination.

"When I was a young man, ladies had better sense than to strike their employer!" Anyons barking laughter had her holding both sides. Mirt merely smiled and winked at Elque before returning to his feet. "Truer is, I deserved that. Mie, you have the right of it of course."

Leaning in, Mirt whispered with his hand covering his mouth so only Mie could hear. "If they work for a noble, they might report this to Larchmond. Caution, please."
That done, Mirt merely dusted his robes and returned to his rightful position a step behind Mie, politely smiling. The kick and beard pulling forgotten.