Sigil: T.C.o.D - [Walk-In][Modern Fantasy: Cycle 32][O/A]

[Tres Ecstuffuan]

Essi the Thief

Guildhall Ward
Unknown Alleyway

Mud.
With half of his face buried in it, the thief began spitting out the little bit mixed with rain water that poured into his mouth. He spat again, more of a huffing or breathing as he cracked open an eye and looked around. It wasn't raining a minute ago.. and surely the sunlight was his most threatening foe, but it too had withered away and succumbed to it's brother.

His judgement was thrown a bit when his left hand sunk into the mud, and his right found some kind of soggy support, some kind of pressed paper or cardboard laying next to him. He'd slipped a little, but he found the strength to overcome it and get to his hands and knees and look about.

The Guildhall Ward

Rain was a peculiar effect within the Outlands. There was no sky here as there was on Gaia Prime, but something about the 'magic' that held Sigil aloft the point of an infinitely tall mountain made for a regular ecosystem. Despite its oddities Sigil was an expansive metropolis that had many similarities to any other. One thing that was very alien about Sigil was its lack of any centralized government. It was proof that government was, unnecessary but it was also proof that doing so had grave consequences.

When Essi looked about, he would note that in front of him stood the back's of a large group of common yet studious looking men standing in front of a closed gate. Though it could not be perceived with one's eyes, the feint spark of magic lingered in the air around them. If asked they were a group of magewrights or men and women who learned magic for the purpose of dealing in a trade rather than for development of the art or adventuring.

Sigil made most of its money through commerce, or simply the facilitation of the interplanar trade of goods. Yet one of its largest exports were magical items. Scrolls, Wands, and other such wonderous objects were produced in large factories many of whom were located in the guildhall ward. One such large factory, owned by Valon Corp. just made a huge development in the manufacturing of wands that would reduce factory cost by several billions of gold by allowing them to maintain production levels while laying off workers.

So hundreds of men who had built there lives in Sigil suddenly found themselves without work and their lives in shambles. They stood outside of the factory barking insults through the closed gate.

[I Dont Exist Anymore Boo]

-Guildhall Ward-

Sigil, one big mother ******** city, and I mean big, and being a pixie in a city this size is quite hard indeed, especially when you consider how small pixies are in comparison to your average human, unless you count midgits, though really so few ever do.

So there she was, that pixie in question, that pixie being young D`nall Vinyaya, fluttering along through the streets of the Guildhall Ward, mumbling to herself in a low voice as she zipped through the crowds of various people, creatures, and just weird things.

Every so often one of these beings would chance a glance in D`nall's direction only for the pixie to snap at them, "Why are you staring at me? Hmm? Do you know how bad that is for my skin?" She ranted before fluttering past them, leaving most mystified as to how a look could damage ones skin, and leaving several pissed off that such a diminutive creature had snapped at them.

And one person was in fact left rubbing their own skin, with just one thought on their mind, Is this why my skins so bad?

Eventually D`nall stopped her fluttering at a small stall serving spicy noodle soup, ordered a bowl extra hot, as she liked it, and sat to eat.

[Betty Beelzeboop]

Guildhall Ward: No-Name Bar <<<

Lovi had reached out for Lian after the elven mother's mother (how else could she describe her?) stabbed her in the back...literally. Suddenly her claim of hatred seemed all too petty and pointless. She didn't truly want Lian to die! Albeit, she'd meant the part about ******** off (and presumably minding her own business) whole heartedly.

She'd meant to go after Lian and pull her from the jaws of a permanent defeat when someone else stepped in to take her away in show of magic too powerful and foreign for Lovi to comprehend. But the note this rescuer had left behind was a clear enough sign that Lian was in safe hands.

Pengu von Scheiffe

“When I find you, I WILL kill you. –Trinity”

"...Good luck with that," she thought aloud, though her following sigh was one of mild relief. She crumpled the letter in her hand and let it drop lazily to the floor before snatching her overlong coat from one of the tables. It was best not to linger here in the wake of what had happened, however brief an instance it was. After all, she couldn't exactly pay for the damages.

[Weird Wizard]

Guildhall Ward

Well.... s**t. The fight had come to a rather abrupt end, seemingly the results of harsh words rather than harsh blows. Even the unexpected twist at the end offered little solace, since the injured party was whisked away by a retainer, leaving nothing but busted floorboards and a lingering dissatisfaction.

James wanted to see a better fight than that, or maybe even be involved for one.

With a disgusted sigh, he strode back out onto the streets, idly pulling a silver flask from the inside of his red vest. He took a swig of the fluid inside, finding the flask near empty. Wonderful. Just ******** amazing.

Absently, he wondered if that Sieg fellow was still kicking around the town. Sure, JJ couldn't stand the guy, but he was a helluva fighter, and James could use a helluva fight right now. That, or someone he could kill for a few golds...

He wasn't all that picky. He just wanted to assuage this damnable boredom.

[Trexasle]

Master Borri

Borri usually hung out at the noodle shop because they were the only ones who decided to serve Miso Ramen in the morning. You better Believe it that he loved Ramen in some capacity, also because it was a sort of way to meet new supernatural beings, A good way to scan out his next targets for his guild. He was just about to eat his ramen when his eyes locked onto the small pixie. The old man turned his head around and pointed at the little pixie. “Hey I remember meeting you!” His voice wasn’t nearly as loud as it was when they first met with that other creature, actually it wasn’t that loud at all, back there he could barely whisper without a small problem.

“It’s me, Master Borri remember?” His voice began to crack and his fell into a coughing fit. Maybe he was a bit hard on himself trying to yell like that when he was an old man. He didn’t expect her to do too much on her own, she didn’t seem like the type of creature who could actually explore a dungeon. However, it was a good offer if he could recruit a few volunteers for his work. “Uhhm, Do you mind volunteering for a castle exploration?” The bard master stared through his hood, which managed to cover most of his face. Unlike before, he was covered in various mystical jewelry, his hand were covered in a golden glove, His cloak was completely emanating a magical aura, one in which that surrounded where his face should be under the hood, completely covering it and making said face invisible.

[Fierach]

Market Ward:

James stood, quietly browsing the wares of a old magic shop.

Quiet unlike the factories elsewhere in Sigil, this magic shop still stood standing, mostly thanks to their emphasis on particularly bizarre, ancient, and rare regents. There was always a market for those, especially for specialists like the daemonslayer.

Soon enough, he had what he needed, and James left the store, paying the wizened shopkeeper in gold. Now the slayer needed to find a safe, quiet place to maintain the Tome he carried.

[The Wind Thief]

Guildhall Ward
Alleyway near Valon Corp. Warehouse

Pushing a little bit harder against the earth beneath him, the man managed to get himself high enough off the ground to slip a knee between and help push him further up. His right hand held his balance as he reached out with his left for his bottle of booze that he'd "acquired" from the vanishing establishment..
Only to find it, too, had vanished into thin air.

The Thief bit his tongue, knowing stranger things have only happened before, and that his drink should be the least of his worries. He'd look around, taking notice of the crowd to the far end -- er, perhaps the far end -- of the alleyway, but taking more interest in the unfamiliar roads and buildings around him instead. He let out a sigh. Guess it was time to sober up and figure out where exactly he was.

With a face of mild discomfort, he strained himself the rest of the way up, finding his balance once more. He took the first few baby steps, the world already starting to make sense to him physically again. He'd been fighting his way out of disillusionment, and was starting to come to terms with harsh reality and it's headaches.

Stumbling out of the alleyway, he'd look no more than a common drunkard of a town he was a part of -- not a common drunk outlander. He didn't come prepared, not expecting this journey to bring him so far from "home". His baggy white shirt was already pretty soaked from the puddle, and dangled off of him with it's dirty stains and strings. He tied it together with an old pair of boots and brown trousers, and a somewhat scraggly-looking hairdo.

"Yeah.." Essi thought aloud to himself, looking around. "..Okay."

[Tres Ecstuffuan]

The Egotist

Guildhall Ward

He wasn't all that picky. He just wanted to assuage this damnable boredom.

The Guildhall Ward

James would get a call from a number that wasn't in his contacts.

[Weird Wizard]

Tresondros Ecstuffuan

The half-breed was interrupted from his wanderings by the soft sounds of a Russian lullaby, the little melody coming from within the folds of his vibrant vest. Juggling the silver flask into his off-hand, he produced an aged red flip-phone. The music ended as he flipped it open, bringing it to his ear.

"This is Jakov. Who's calling, and why?" His answer was brusque, and for obvious reasons. He didn't give out his number freely, so unknown callers were a somewhat rare occurrence.

[Tres Ecstuffuan]

Lady Gilaen

Guildhall Ward: No-Name Bar <<<

"...Good luck with that," she thought aloud, though her following sigh was one of mild relief. She crumpled the letter in her hand and let it drop lazily to the floor before snatching her overlong coat from one of the tables. It was best not to linger here in the wake of what had happened, however brief an instance it was. After all, she couldn't exactly pay for the damages.

The Hive - Emerald Pyramid

Tres sat shirtless in the emerald pyramid that he sculpted using his own abilities out of deep crystal he purchased using money borrowed from what was left of his vamperic allies fortune. He knew Lovi would disagree with having kept him alive after the fact, so Tres hadn't really spoken to her about it; letting the rumor that the vampire had died in the battle spread and persist.

Tres needed KB for several reasons, other than the fact that KB was far more powerful than he or any of his allies. The vampire had been contacted by someone to kill Lovi's girls and Tres needed whatever information the vampire had about who did it. While KB was contacted in relative obscurity Tres was beginning to piece together who ordered the hit and why.

Tres wiped the sweat from his brow as he finished his final touches on the Astral Construct that he was working on. Tres was literally using most of the time of each day to sculpt soldiers one by one. It was a terribly inefficient process but while he had built his own helpers to replicate the building process, the astral construct material that was used to make the constructs had to come from him. It was taxing and tiring work, but Tres was as diligent and he would not quit until he had formed his own personal army.

It was terribly quiet within the vast spacious interior of the pyramid. The constructs that stood ordered like neatly organized toy soldiers uttered no words. Tres didn't like talking to KB beyond learning more about why he had done what he had done, he found him patronizing.

Tres wanted some company and he had been at this for a long time. He was beginning to smell due to his long hours of continues work without showering. He figured it was time to pay Lovi a visit.

Tres pulled out his G-phone and called Lovi...

[Tres Ecstuffuan]

The Egotist

Tresondros Ecstuffuan

The half-breed was interrupted from his wanderings by the soft sounds of a Russian lullaby, the little melody coming from within the folds of his vibrant vest. Juggling the silver flask into his off-hand, he produced an aged red flip-phone. The music ended as he flipped it open, bringing it to his ear.

"This is Jakov. Who's calling, and why?" His answer was brusque, and for obvious reasons. He didn't give out his number freely, so unknown callers were a somewhat rare occurrence.

Guildhall Ward

The voice was sultry yet sweet, like deep red velvet made into sound.

"I'm a representative of Goldfield Inc, the head Merchant Family of Sigil. We have heard that you offer mercenary services and that you are talented in the arcane arts. We have work that you are qualified for and we would request an audience with you in the ladies ward.

However the assignment is rather urgent so we would need to see you immediately."

[Weird Wizard]

Tresondros Ecstuffuan

A snowy eyebrow rose in curiosity, a pointless but subconscious gesture.

"Oh? You have my attention. I'd ask for more information... But I know how things work. What's the rendezvous point?" Once he'd obtained the relevant information, the tall gunman tucked his phone and flask away. He wasn't sure how public transportation worked in this city, and rather than wander around trying to figure it out, he would walk.

It would be a waste of energy to try and teleport there, and he didn't know the area that well anyway.

Still, his strides were deft and swift, and it would not be long before he reached the meeting place, be it a park, office, or anywhere else. His bright, blue-green eyes glanced about expectantly, looking for his contact.

He didn't know if this was going to be killing work, some kind of magical enterprise, or engineering... But he didn't much care. Whatever it was, it would pay, and he would take anything that was within his area of expertise.

[Betty Beelzeboop]

Guildhall >>> Hive

Lovi paused mid-step about five blocks from the unnamed and rather insignificant bar down the street. The buzzing in her pocket signified something she'd been waiting for for days, though she wouldn't openly admit it. Spending the last few nights keeping to herself and fading into the shadows was all well and good, but all she really needed to pull herself out of it was the knowledge that anybody even wanted her around.

She checked the display before answering the call. The battery light was blinking, and when she put the speaker to her ear, a distinctive bleeping sound went off every couple of seconds just to remind her that the confounded piece of technology was about to die.

"Hello," she spoke simply, never having bothered to check the name on the caller ID, though there was little doubt in her mind as to whom it was. None of the girls from the guild had kept in touch. She didn't expect them to. Really, that only left one viable option.

[Tres Ecstuffuan]

The Egotist

Tresondros Ecstuffuan

"Oh? You have my attention. I'd ask for more information... But I know how things work. What's the rendezvous point?"

The Guildhall Ward

"Does your phone have GPS, text your location to this number and we can order you a transport."

In Sigil there was no pubic transportation because that would insinuate that there was a government to fund it. No, everything in this city was run by commerce. Meaning everything had to be purchased.

[Tres Ecstuffuan]

The Hive - Emerald Pyramid

Tres always found it funny that Lovi managed to sound disinterested at everything. It was a good thing the psion was interesting and bombastic enough for the both of them. "Its me. You want to meet up at the market Ward to grab some food, I'm hungry.", Tres expected her to say yes so he was already putting on a shirt.

Where am I gonna shower., the psion suddenly remembered that the Dark Swan was a tainted hell hole now.