Akuryo Bekwood The Bloody Knife Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й Й Л Ω Ώ Ӥ Ӣ Ҋ Ѝ Π Ν Ƞ
Akuryo had received the message thanks to his employee who worked for him in the Morgue, and after reading it over, decided now would be a good time to accept a new job offer so he could keep up his business and himself fed. He walked his way over, leaving the city and traveling by foot over to where the meeting place was. He looked around, taking in the sites and deadness of the outskirts at times, it was one of the places he loved to visit at times before he soon walked his way slowly. Soon, he arrived at the Mines and looked around, seeing a lone tree in the middle of the field as he was already armed as well incase the man beset on Akuryo as a trap. "I'm here..." He spoke, his hood masking his hair, yet his red eyes were on point on looking towards the man to keep his eyes on him. He was a trained killer and despite his antics and crazy murders, he had learned easy hiding spots.
Targets(Company) : || Traps Set: || Location(Specifics) : Outskirts: Mine Semblance: None || Post Count: 15 Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й Й Л Ω Ώ Ӥ Ӣ Ҋ Ѝ Π Ν Ƞ
"...Can you donate to me...some blood?" The Master Assassin
Ghost254
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Posted: Tue Dec 25, 2018 5:25 pm
☽☾☽☾ Role: NPC ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ He watched as a man entered the clearing, his lone watch tower tree giving him view of him long before he ever neared it. His crossbow had been aimed at him ever since he arrived despite his slow walking pace. A person could spring to violence at a second's notice, and he was not about to let himself be caught off guard. His height seemed roughly that of the man he was to deal with, though the hood he had covering his head made it hard to identify him. Except for his red eyes which were still visible beneath the hood as it gazed up to Ghost's vantage point. 'At least he has an eye for things.' He silently thought to himself as he assessed the person. The slow walk and hood were likely part of his method to blend in and travel unnoticed, and it made sense for a man of his reputation. 'Or it may be a mere proxy such as myself.' He entertained the idea for a moment, before discarding it. From what he had studied of the man, he liked violence and killing. He did not seem like the type to shy away from things and let others have the fun.
Hearing him say he was here, Ghost knew at least one way or another he was likely the party his boss desired he make contact with. 'If not, he will die quickly.' He thought to himself with confidence. He would strap his crossbow onto his back and rise to a standing point on the tree branch to look down at his target. While face to face was a rare luxury he had the opportunity to use, he was not of the trusting variety. He may have been content to remain in the tree, save for the fact if he had brought others he did not desire much distance between him and his quarry. He very much doubted any associates of his would risk killing him, and thus the safest place would be near the man in case it was a trap of his own. Ghost would drop down from the tree and roll once he made contact with the ground to avoid injury before quickly rising to his feet not far from where the hooded figure was.
Now on an even level, the figure before Akuryo was fairly tall. If he was decent at estimations, he could gauge that he was at least six feet and perhaps a few inches more. His hood was up as well, though it did not hide his hair as it did for Mr. Bekwood. The black hair of his contact was readily visible, as well as the tan skin of the face beneath. He wore a black armor that was detailed with gold trimmings, and noticeably had a sheath full of bolts attached to his left thigh. The crossbow he had been aiming at him earlier could not be seen, though it could be assumed it was on his back. His eyes had a burgundy glow to them as well, perhaps not matching the intensity of Akuryo's red eyes but there nonetheless. For all intents and purposes he seemed relaxed at this meeting, hands casually at his sides as he calmly looked towards Mr. Bekwood. "I take it you are Mr. Bekwood? If so I trust you were not followed, and though it was not written in the letter, refrained from bringing along company." He would simply ask him, then almost casually mention that he should be alone. He was not privy to revealing anymore information than was necessary until he was sure it was the man in question. Though he had noticed no others from his perch on the tree, it did not erase the possibility that there would be more around them. He was ready and prepared should it occur, his casual placement of his hands by his sides would make it easy for him to react accordingly. ☽☾☽☾ Irrelevant Post Count (?): 2 ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ OOC:
Akuryo Bekwood The Bloody Knife Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й Й Л Ω Ώ Ӥ Ӣ Ҋ Ѝ Π Ν Ƞ
Akuryo watched as the man finally descended from the tree onto the even ground, crossing his own arms as he watched. The hood bothered him as it barely covered his hair, causing Akuryo to chuckle as he said, "You do know your hood is suppose to cover the hair." He grinned before he heard the man's statement, causing Akuryo's face to harden as he spoke. "I'm aloof but not dumb. This is a contract killing, something I'm used to. So tell me, who needs to die?" He spoke as he opened up his hoodie to show his bandolier of knives. He was shaking, because this was the first in a long while he got a job offer for murder.
Targets(Company) : || Traps Set: || Location(Specifics) : Outskirts: Mine Semblance: None || Post Count: 15 Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й Й Л Ω Ώ Ӥ Ӣ Ҋ Ѝ Π Ν Ƞ
"...Can you donate to me...some blood?" The Master Assassin
Ghost254
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Posted: Wed Dec 26, 2018 1:18 pm
☽☾☽☾ Role: NPC ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ Ghost kept a carefully neutral expression on his face as the man before him commented on how a hood should cover his hair. He had apparently taken notice of Ghost's temporary lapse of attention and focus on it. 'If only you knew the true reason for it.' He thought to himself as he suppressed the urge to smile. Hair was a piece of the body that was very easy to change, both in style and in color. Even now, his true hair color was not the one the man would see. Much of himself had been altered for this meeting as he had donned one of his many guises. It paid to make people expect one appearance and not any others, and it was something Ghost had perfected over the years. Infiltration was so much simpler when they were looking for the wrong person after all. So despite him chuckling and his grin at what was likely supposed to be an embarrassment or mistake, Ghost kept a neutral expression on his face. 'He does not need to know, not yet at least.' He silently thought to himself. He would let him think he had this small victory; Ghost was amused from it regardless.
Watching his face harden as to his casual comment, Ghost felt an interest peak at the reaction and his words. 'Someone is touchy on their professionalism it seems.' He thought to himself as he let a small grin slip past his normally neutral expression. He also seemed the type to be straight to the point, claiming he was intelligent if aloof. 'I suppose we shall find that out soon enough.' He silently thought to himself as he assessed the man. He had no doubt of his experience from his prior work, or the results of said work, but it was at least a small relief to know he was experienced with it. It would make this simple first meeting all the more interesting for him. He almost felt like switching it up with how confident the man seemed, but that was not something he would do as of yet. The first meeting was the most important, and should the man survive, he would have plenty of time to do so in the future. As the man opened up his hoodie Ghost did not flinch but merely watched, seeing an array of knives as well as shaking from the man.
He had no doubt there were likely more knives hidden on his person that he was not revealing, no killer who survived as long as he had would, but he was far more interested in his shaking. He wondered why he was shaking, as he did not seem like the type that would shake out of fear or nervousness. Especially not in a situation such as this one where such a thing would be a fatal weakness. 'No, it must be another reason. Excitement, anticipation? I do not know him well enough to tell.' He silently wondered to himself. It would be something else for him to keep note of in regards to this individual, though the knives did confirm one thing; he was the person his boss desired. Ghost would meet eyes with the man with a smile, not one of kindness but one of... some more sinister nature. "You do not know yet who you are to kill, nor the full details of our business, yet you are eager for the kill. Good, it will make this all the more interesting." He would respond, beginning to walk in a circle around Mr. Bekwood. He wanted to see how the man would react to such a thing, mostly for fun but also partly to further study him. It also added to the effect of everything. Once he was on the opposite side of him, regardless of whether Mr. Bekwood was facing him or not, he would begin to speak again in almost a whisper but loud enough for him to hear. "You will be paid according to the difficulty of the job and how well you perform. Half up front, the other half once its done. What form this payment comes in can be up to you once we determine how much your performance is worth." He would then pause again after speaking, content to let a silent pause pass between the two of them as he continued his walk around him; this time speaking as he walked. "My employer wants to be rid of certain families of influence here in Vale, a sort of house cleaning in a sense. And while I am sure you are eager to know which shall be first, patience will be necessary. The order at which the targets must be taken down are subject to the opportunities that may present themselves. But since you are so eager to kill how about this: Vale is currently in a panic, and has prey scurrying to and fro with reckless abandon. I'll assign a target to you, and give you specifications for the kill. If you do well, i'll get you blood." He would speak with a slight edge to his voice, and almost joy when he proposed the task. He would then stop exactly where he had first started, having gone in a complete circle around him. "So, what shall it be now; to part ways or to work?" Ghost would ask, eyes carefully watching his target to see what he would do next. ☽☾☽☾ Irrelevant Post Count (?): 3 ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ OOC:
Akuryo Bekwood The Bloody Knife Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й Й Л Ω Ώ Ӥ Ӣ Ҋ Ѝ Π Ν Ƞ
Akuryo couldn't help but to stop shaking, showing a crazed grin as his red hues of irises looked at the man square on. As he talked, it definitely looked like he had fangs despite not being a faunus, could it be just a random trait never talked about? Who knows? Who cares.... all that matters were the words that left Akuryo's mouth. "Who wouldn't be eager in performing an act of crime against society?" He asked him with a chuckle before bringing his hoodie to a close to listen to the man's loud whisper. According to the difficulty was always something he liked to hear as he began to watch the man walk slowly. "Well if the families need some sort of cleansing, count me in.... but on one condition, I get to deal with the bodies afterwards, understood?" He asked of the man with his eyes focused and trained on him.
Targets(Company) : || Traps Set: || Location(Specifics) : Outskirts: Mine Semblance: None || Post Count: 17 Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й Й Л Ω Ώ Ӥ Ӣ Ҋ Ѝ Π Ν Ƞ
"...Can you donate to me...some blood?" The Master Assassin
Ghost254
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Posted: Tue Jan 01, 2019 12:21 pm
☽☾☽☾ Role: NPC ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ Having studied him while he spoke, Ghost was surprised to see fangs on the man in question. He was not listed as a faunus but as a human. 'Perhaps he merely filed his teeth for effect?' He wondered to himself. He had a heavy desire for blood from what he had learned of him, so perhaps he was imitating a vampire for some of the ways he fed on it. Ghost could not discern why with any certainty, but he would note it nonetheless. Teeth could be just as effective a weapon when in the right circumstances, and they could not be confiscated by security. It would make sense along that line for why he had it, and its origins were irrelevant. He had it now one way or another, and it would not catch him by surprise if they were used against him. His crazed grin was not helping his trust-ability in Ghost's eyes, but that was not relevant either. His boss had told them they wanted this killer to do the jobs because if he were ever caught it could just be attributed to him feeling like killing those people. It was why Ghost had yet to give his name or his employer's name; there was no accountability if he didn't know who he worked for. It was also why he was sent in his boss' stead; the only one he could describe was Ghost himself.
Hearing his response in the phrase of a question as the man concealed all his blades, Ghost smiled as he had his answer. It had been a bit of time since he last had the thrill of assassination himself, and it would be interesting to watch the man do it with his own constraints. He wondered just how much the man could do to fill a job in a specific way. Not that it truly mattered how he killed the true targets of his boss, the more signature it was to him the better, but Ghost wanted to be sure he was able to adapt. Going in guns blazing was not always the option with those who had more power than the common man. 'Though they feel so safe and invulnerable in their own homes... It's why those places are always the perfect targets.' He thought to himself. If a person was good enough at moving undetected, they could enter and finish the job with no one noticing. Save the target themselves, but that was because part of him enjoyed that final look of terror and realization. He would not respond to his question though. While he did not like society and would love to see it burn, he did not need this person to feel like this would be a personal arrangement. It was purely business between them, and getting attached or trusting to someone only got you betrayed or killed in the end. He would then ask another question of him as he could see his eyes focused on him, of what to do with the bodies. It helped that it was specifically with his boss' jobs themselves and not his own task as he responded. "Do with them what you will, we care not. Just show us proof of their death and make sure it cannot be traced to us. I will be watching, so it would only take a moment for me to confirm. Anything else is up to you." He would say plainly to the killer. All that mattered was that they could determine they were dead, and that they would not be caught. He had his own missions to fulfill while he was doing his job. Namely ensuring this could not be any way linked to his boss. Which did entail he accompany the man on his jobs, if distantly. 'More chance to study him and how he acts.' He silently noted to himself. Some people forever remained unpredictable, but others you could determine their moves before they even thought of them. "If that is all, we should depart. The longer we wait and the more organized the city becomes. Besides, we would miss the fun of watching the chaos of others if we waited too long." He would speak plainly before a slightly amused tone spread into his voice with a smile. He would move a few meters to the left of the man and would gesture for them both to go. Neither of them likely trusted the other to not stab them in the back. This way they would both have an eye on one another. ☽☾☽☾ Irrelevant Post Count (?): 4 ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ ▃ OOC: If he agrees, then exit to Vale.
Akuryo Bekwood The Bloody Knife Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й Й Л Ω Ώ Ӥ Ӣ Ҋ Ѝ Π Ν Ƞ
Akuryo looked at the man as he seemed to have slightly calmed his stance, nodding his head slowly as he awaited for the man to speak. He crossed his arms a bit, closing himself off for the moment to await the man, also preparing himself incase this was a trap. Soon, the words came from him, giving him promise about being able to do what he wanted with the corpses once he was done with them. He grinned as he nodded his head at the idea. "Very well then, so long as we have that cleared up I'm ready for my mission." He told the man as he awaited further orders. Soon, what he wanted had come, a notice of departure as Akuryo chuckled. "Very well then, but if this turns out to be a trap, I want to know whose jugular I'm going to be tearing out." He told the man, the ghost, as he had a dark grin on his face while following after them.
Targets(Company) : Employer || Traps Set: || Location(Specifics) : Outskirts: Mine Semblance: None || Post Count: 18 Ƞ Ν Π Ѝ Ҋ Ӣ Ӥ Ώ Ω Л Й Й Л Ω Ώ Ӥ Ӣ Ҋ Ѝ Π Ν Ƞ
"...Can you donate to me...some blood?" The Master Assassin
Ghost254
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Posted: Mon Feb 18, 2019 9:43 am
► Hush 【 Mood ≡ Lothing, and nervous 】 【 With ≡ Jazz 】 【 Semblance - Inactive ≡ Interpose 0/5 】 【 Wrist guns ≡ Right [7/7] | Left [7/7] 】 【 Level | Posts ≡ 1| 09 】 【 out. of. control. ≡ 】 【 Profile 】 Ora reflected on the events that she remembered. She remembered 3 days ago, and yesterday, but not the day before that. It was perplexing. However, this morning was more confusing. Jazz asked her about her and Felix's enemies, claiming they were his enemies as well. However, the most troubling thing was that he mentioned Val. That froze the blood in her veins. She tried to hide it, but she couldn't do it well. He wanted to talk about it. Ora decided to pick him and bring him to the outskirts.
There they were, in the outskirts. Ora was reeling. She would finally put Jazz down on ground, and she would start pacing back and forth. She didn't know what to do. She was dressed in her school clothing, but she trekked all the way here.
"First, I'm sorry for bringing you out here, I don't trust the rooms that we have. They could be bugged." She was still pacing, she hated this. She didn't want to tell him this. There was a completely serious side that he hadn't seen. This one was full of hatred, not because he had asked, but because she hated that they couldn't have a simple life. "So from the beginning I guess." Her voice would go low. "Mine and Felix's enemies are everyone. Every government, every military. Especially in Vale." She would pace further. She had to drop a bomb on him. Something that could change things. "First off, Felix and I are not just Sheep faunus." She would get to his level if he was sitting down for this. "We are a special kind of faunus, called Demon faunus." She would let that set in for a moment, while to tried to keep eye contact with him.
NAME >>> Jazz Myers COMPANY >>> Ora EMOTION >>> Intrigued MISSION >>> None SEMBLANCE >>> 4/4 - No current remnants
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It had been an odd few days. The team had been doing decent two days ago, well for their standards. Then yesterday everything was thrown into chaos. Felix and Or's semblances swapped, Lena had an emotional break and to top it off Jazz discovered his semblance, albiet a very awkawrd semblance in his opinion. The positive, if you can call it that, that he had gained from his whole experience was a window of truth about Felix, Ora and Lena.
For Lena it had been a string of emotional torture, blackmail and general hatred. Jazz still found it so hard to imagine that the person closest to his situation was still a world apart from him. That does it. I'm making more of an effort to force her to hang out. So what if I don't like motorcycles, she does, that should be all the reason I have to visit her garage. When Lena had told him she had managed to get a place off the radar from her family he was skeptical at first, but chose not to say anything. She does know that her family is most likely keeping track of all her spending, so they already know- Nevermind. If she feels it's a safe space for her then who am I to take that away from her?
For Ora and Felix, it meant a whole new set of names, people and a sense of impending danger. He had been put in charge of Ora when er memory was gone, which looking back at it wasn't the worst day he'd spent. He was taken back to when he'd babysit Aurelia, Ora was even a good drawer like Aurelia. When Ora finally began to look and act like herself Jazz decided it was time for answers. Originally he wanted to get them from Felix but he ran off to do... Something. Leaving his only option being the somewhat confused Ora.
When Ora finally decided to put him down, Jazz looked for a place he could sit, finding a comfortable enough fallen tree. She had carried him around enough that he'd given up fighting it, what was the point? As Ora explained her distrust of their room, Jazz crossed his arms and nodded along. She was pacing back and forth obviously worried about something. I doubt our rooms are bugged, but I also doubt saying that would help in any way right now. Jazz hadn't seen her this distressed about anything, that wasn't to say she was a level headed person, just that this was an extreme case even for her. Everyone, ok. Continue. What did that even look like? Were they convicts? Surely Vale would notice enemies of the state in thier very own hunter academy. Perhaps that's a frame of mind built up from oppression? During the day of change, Jazz had noticed that the set of scars around Ora's wrists were noticbly worse than any other he'd seen on her body. Not sheep faunus? She finally stopped pacing and brought herself close to him. Demon faunus. Alright. Despite his head nodding to that piece of information his mind hadn't managed to process it, although his appearance didn't show any signs of that.
Post Count: 81 Mission Count: 2 OOC: Does not compute Team JOLD
Youroka Kage
Posted: Tue Feb 19, 2019 6:38 am
► Hush 【 Mood ≡ Nervous, Serious. 】 【 With ≡ Jazz 】 【 Semblance - Inactive ≡ Interpose 0/5 】 【 Wrist guns ≡ Right [7/7] | Left [7/7] 】 【 Level | Posts ≡ 1| 10 】 【 out. of. control. ≡ 】 【 Profile 】 Looked like he was thinking. However, he wanted her to continue. "From what I'm told, Demon faunus are both extremely strong and durable. However, our Semblances always require someone else to activate them. It's actually very frustrating. This was the first time that Jazz had heard her complain about her semblance. Then again, she didn't know that Jazz had found his. "The issue is that we are wanted by the government to be used for soldiers, even if we want to live in peace." She would start pacing again. "Most of our kind is born into slavery, or captured and they become slaves. Then there are the sick and twisted humans that experiment on us. Felix and I were born into the experiments."
She said it, she finally said it. They were born into this life, and they didn't want it, they wanted peace. She didn't know what to do though. "Let me know if you want to know anything else...." She kind of dragged the sentence along. She didn't know what to say. She didn't want to reveal that she was Val, or that she called her angry self Val.
NAME >>> Jazz Myers COMPANY >>> Ora EMOTION >>> Confused, scared, angry & trusting MISSION >>> None SEMBLANCE >>> 4/4 - No current remnants
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There it was again, Demon. At first Jazz assumed he misheard but now that's all his brain could focus on. That would explain why felix is so powerful despite his semblance having nothing to do with strength. Ever since Felix broke a couple of his ribs during their first meeting Jazz worked on building his strength so he could hopefully hold the beast at bay, although now he knew it wasn't a beast but a demon. Yeh, my semblance seems to be annoying too... His mind was racing with the thought of demon, demons from stories, demons from legends. Yet he didn't want to say any of it aloud, he couldn't come to any conclusions on how to treat the information. But you seem to have yours downpat, maybe you could help me out sometime? His voice was weak as he tried to cover up his confusion and fear. Yet you choose to study at Beacon. As soon as he said it he regretted it. Why did I have to put my foot in my mouth! It was an honest question but probably shouldn't have been said right now.
I'm... I saw the scars on your wrist. With that and the videos you've both shown me... But I never knew those were your earliest experiences. I can't begin to imagine what that was like.. He was staring at the ground unable to look Ora in the eye. He felt both fear of her and sympathetic for her upbrinning, then he felt anger towards himself. She's your team-mate, your friend. She's confiding in me, some very sensitive information, but I hear one word and get scared! As he looked up from the ground his eyes looked full of sorrow. If the Aidou's hadn't found him his life could quite easily have mirrored hers in some way. The world was falling apart, the world was teeming with Grimm, yet people still found the time to be the worst humans imaginable. Something needs to change. An easy thought, one that could quickly spiral out of control. Jazz had no idea where this one thought would eventually lead him, but that time has yet to come.
Ora finished allowing Jazz to ask any more questions. So that's why you've called yourself Ora... Did they give you that other name? He didn't want to say it as Ora clearly didn't want to assosiate too closely to it. He waited for her to respond before continuing. When did you escape? How did you escape? I know you must have or "they" wouldn't still be after you. Jazz crossed his arms his face becoming more serious now. If he was going to know about this he needed to know everything. Stop me if I ask too much. Where did you go after you esc- freed yourselves? He quickly realised that a change in choice of words was important. To escape they should be there in the first place, to free themselves they never should've been there.
Where did you learn to fight? Where did Felix get his weapon from? He paused for a second. The statement he foolishly blurted out earlier was becoming more and more important, Jazz may not have the greatest book smart but he could put 2 and 2 together fairly well. Beacon is the worst place for you to hide. There are countless people living in the streets and sewers that the government doesn't know how many people are in Vale currently. Something he overheard Morado say in a meeting. To come here, a place closely affiliated to Vale. Your enemy as you put it. There's a reason, an object most likely. What you plan to do to that object I have no idea of, so answer me this. Why did you choose to study at Beacon?
Post Count: 83 Mission Count: 2 OOC: Does not compute Team JOLD
Youroka Kage
Posted: Fri Feb 22, 2019 7:57 am
► Hush 【 Mood ≡ Nervous, Serious. 】 【 With ≡ Jazz 】 【 Semblance - Inactive ≡ Interpose 0/5 】 【 Wrist guns ≡ Right [7/7] | Left [7/7] 】 【 Level | Posts ≡ 1| 10 】 【 out. of. control. ≡ 】 【 Profile 】 Ora was still pacing. She knew that there were a lot of questions about to come her way. However, the first one was about his newly discovered semblance. Of course I can help you with it, but keep in mind, I learned mine under intense circumstances, so I'm not gona go easy on you." She didn't smile, she knew that a waterfall of questions were coming her way. She was dreading them. She didn't want to reveal a lot if she didn't have to. She was then taken aback by him questioning that they wanted to go to beacon, if they wanted peace. "First thing to know when on the run is knowing your enemy. Now, I ain't book smart at all, I learn by doing, and by doing, I'm learning." She didn't know if that answered that question. Yes, it was peace they wanted, but becoming Hunters wasn't in her plans, not directly. She was still on the fence if she should leave when Narx remembered everything, or if she should stay, and become a spy. She rubbed both hands through her hair. She didn't know what to do.
The the first question came, he had seen the scars on her wrists. She didn't know when he had seen them, but she rubbed her left wrist with her right hand. "Felix and I were born into it, but I started to rebel. They wouldn't find me in my cage in the mornings, they'd find me elsewhere. I never got away from them. They started to put a helmet on me, one I couldn't see out of, and they shackled me to the wall. I was fed once a week, I could tell the time of day by the sounds of chains that they used to funnel into Felix's room..." She was rubbing her arm more, almost scratching into it.
She would snap out of it for the next question. He was asking her about Val. She took a deep breathe. "No, Val is the name that Felix gave me. We weren't people, we were weapons to them, we had project names. Mine was Valkyrie, and Felix's was Behemoth. I called him Beth, before we knew it was a girls name." She was trying to focus on the happier parts of her childhood, like spending time with Felix. She then kind of smiled. "Even Ora isn't a name I gave myself. I learned how to shut off my Aura in the labs, and always forgot to use it when I was training, so I took it as a name, but I didn't know how to spell it." The origin of her name always put a smile on her face.
Then came the hard hitting questions. Like how they escaped. "Felix and I were about 14 years old, when a monster came and killed most of the scientists. I call her a monster, because no Human, faunus, or Grimm move like she did. I'll be honest...I think it was your friend, the one with the tail. That's why I hide from her. She's also the reason I don't eat meat..." Ora shuttered, and moved to sit next to Jazz. This was taking a mental toll on her, but she didn't want to leave the questions unanswered. A good solider told everything to her commanding officer. "They are the only ones not after us because they are all dead. I personally killed our "Father"
She took a deep breathe. "We were taken in by a group of Demon faunus who wanted to get freedom for all. They didn't care if you were human or faunus, If you were once property, you were welcomed." She got choked up at this. She missed her family. "I trained with them, Felix did too." Then he stopped when he asked about Felix's weapon, she was thankful. However, the hardest question was just asked. Why would she come to beacon, and for lack of a better turn, turn herself into a beacon. "Vale stole our leader, He was like a big brother to me, I'm here to get him back." She would run her hands through her hair. "I actually found him during the ball, which is why I disappeared. Vale cut off his horns, and he thinks he's human. It's sick." She has always had her horns, she couldn't imagine them being taken from her.
NAME >>> Jazz Myers COMPANY >>> Ora EMOTION >>> Deep in thought MISSION >>> None SEMBLANCE >>> 4/4 - No current remnants
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Honestly, it was a lot to take in all at once. With each bit of new information Jazz' opinions were questioned, over and over again. He felt like he would end up in an endless loop but tried his best to power on through.
It was nice to know Ora would help him get a handle on his semblance, it was long overdue he learnt his. Learning from someone so proficient should hopefully aid his training immensely, most had to learn there's through trial and error. She didn't seem offended by his slip of the tongue, fortunately for him. Instead, making a reasonable case for hiding in Beacon, though he was still sceptical at first.
She went on to tell him more about their upbringing. Hearing something as sickening as that made his blood boil beneath his skin. How could there be people out there that were so apathetic, to treat anyone like that? What has to go through a person’s mind for them to think it's even remotely justifiable to do that, they were people as much as anyone else! Of course, Demon was just a word. It could be used to describe people, but it didn't define them. At least that what Jazz was hoping.
Ora went from rubbing her arm to begging to scratch at her scars, clearly, she wasn't enjoying the questions. All that change abruptly as he asked about her name. Weapons. That's not right. As she mentioned Felix's original name Jazz couldn't help but let out a slight chuckle. He let her finish. That would've been quite something. Might have to call him that next time he calls me jazz-hands... I think Ora is a wonderful name. It's pure.
Now for the big one. Monster? My friend...? Oh! You mean Charlotte? No, she couldn- Visions began to flash through Jazz' mind of the times he saw Charlotte fight. Going into a primal stance attacking with all available limbs, even going so far as to bite Grimm. No. I could see that.. I hope you're wrong though... I'll ask Lunia about it some time. Unless you don't want me to. Ora's description had hit the nail on the head; Charlotte went from being a perfectly reasonable faunus, disregarding her lack of knowledge of customs, to a savage monster. Perhaps some people can be defined as demons. Ora sat down, clearly shaken by the memories. He was no father. You did what you felt you had to... Jazz wished he could say anything more helpful, yet he had nothing he could input that wouldn't feel false.
They sound like good people. Jazz looked off into the distance. He tried to remember if he ever heard Mr Aidou mention any group like that. He'd heard of several groups that made running Vale, the last hope of humanity, more than an arduous task. Suddenly he remembered something, a small war covered up as quickly as it was dealt with. When he'd asked Morado about it he was sat down and spoken to very seriously.
Jazz, you're old enough to understand that there are times when violence becomes your only option. I do not condone it but as a leader of Vale, as a leader of the last known standing bastion of humanity.. We can't have people trying to take control or panicking the public. Those people, they... Had desires and demands. Some of which we could accommodate, but most of which we couldn't. We live in a time of ever-increasing chaos. Morado almost seemed to be unable to look at Jazz as he continued. There are many forces that conspire together, working towards our downfall. Letting out a sigh he turned back to Jazz. I was adamantly against the idea. To forcefully draft those that showed great strength. It goes against my every principle. But. The council is not made up of just me, nor just those who are like minded. My job would be much easier if it was, but alas. Shaking his head, he went on. There were a group of faunus that proved, on average, to be stronger than other faunus and humans. After a long debate, with many sides voicing their opinions, it was decided they would fight to protect Vale... I. Couldn't make a convincing enough argument against it. If they wish to live here, they must contribute! He said mockingly. Eventually a resistance rose against this. As I predicted would, but they were so short-sighted. This resistance not only threatened the people of Vale but also the image of control we had over the citizens. They had forced our hand to either release them or. Well for lack of better words. Deal with them. I'm sure you can guess the council's choice. I've worked hard to help the citizens treat each other peacefully, with Autrox's help we have made so much progress. It's not perfect but it is a significant step in the right direction. Morado hung his head in defeat. The council had clearly made their minds clear and I could see no way to protect the good work we had done. So, we chose to act, to fight. It's not the first time we've had to fight, but it is the first time I can blame only us. Looking up at Jazz, Morado almost looked like he was begging for forgiveness. This war will be covered up, so as to protect our good image. In doing so I hope we can continue to bridge the gap between faunus and human even more. I have made a decree to end the forceful conscription of faunus and human alike. We will use the Academy system as those before us... I just hope it'll be enough. The council won't hesitate to pounce if things go wrong again.
It was all such a complex issue. At the time Jazz believed Mr Aidou had truly done the right thing, used every inch of his power to make the best out of an awful situation. Now? Now he's not so sure. Jazz zoned back in as Ora explained what happened to their leader. Sounds like someone in the council is trying to go behind Mr Aidou's back... I should let him know... Or is he in on this? Then Ora gave him even worse news. You did where? The ball? I see. Oh, they did? He does, hmmm. You're right. For a moment Jazz pondered what the right thing to do was. Then an idea hit him. Do you have a picture of him...? Without the horns?
Post Count: 84 Mission Count: 2 OOC: How to snoop without snooping or looking like your going to snoop Team JOLD
Youroka Kage
Posted: Tue Feb 26, 2019 6:34 am
► Hush 【 Mood ≡ Reminiscent, Confused. 】 【 With ≡ Jazz 】 【 Semblance - Inactive ≡ Interpose 0/5 】 【 Wrist guns ≡ Right [7/7] | Left [7/7] 】 【 Level | Posts ≡ 1| 10 】 【 out. of. control. ≡ 】 【 Profile 】 Ora watched as anger came over Jazz's face. She had hoped that anger would happen. She had dealt with those who didn't care, and she didn't quite like them. Someone who wasn't mad at people breeding and trying to make weapons out of children, wasn't a person she wanted to know, but she didn't want to say anything. She knew that everything she said was a lot to process. She was then surprised by a chuckle. He mentioned calling Felix Beth next time he was called Jazz hands. Ora had seen Felix's phone. His name in there was Jazzhands. "He only remembers it as me saying it, so good luck with that." Then Jazz also liked her name, or rather her choice of a name. "It's why I kept it that way. It also helps because on paper it would look really weird."
He then wanted to talk to Lunia about about his tailed friend. "You can talk to her, but don't mention our project names...I don't want those getting out there." Mostly she didn't want them out there because Felix and herself had used them to do...Illegal things. "Plus, you haven't really seen Valkyrie, and I hope you never do." She seemed to refer to herself in the third person. "Oh, wait, you did in that video of me as a kid...I hope you don't see her in person." Ora hoped he would understand the implications. Her life was going in phases, each with a different name. First she was Valkyrie, then she was Val, and now she was Ora. She had shed the name of her past, except when it came after her again, when she got angry.
"That's why I didn't call him my father. There was another man that taught me a lot, taught me to read and write, helped me adjust to the outside." She remembered the man fondly. It showed in her voice. "I think in the end, he was missing his own children, and was taking me as a replacement, but he is like what I hear father figures are like." He then would ask for for a picture of Narx. She didn't have any from before. She didn't have the scroll, Felix did. She would pull her scroll out of her pocket. She would flip over to a name, Old Goat, and then scroll up. She found a picture from 2 days ago, with like a lot of mini owl faunus. There was a tag of help on it. She would then turn the phone around to Jazz. "This is him, but I don't remember getting this message." She was confused, as she remembered nothing of her time with Felix's Semblance.
NAME >>> Jazz Myers COMPANY >>> Ora EMOTION >>> Deep in thought MISSION >>> None SEMBLANCE >>> 4/4 - No current remnants
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Well it's worth a try, hopefully he won't be offened by it. Felix was a fairly laid back person so Jazz was confident he'd enjoy a bit of playful banter. Yeh I would have been quite confused. Ora appeared to trust Jazz but did remind him to be cautious with what he might say. Of course. This all seems like very sensitive information, I'll be careful with how I phrase my questions. Her next comment raised more questions but Jazz decided that she had already said enough for one day. The video kept replaying in his mind throughout the entire conversation What kind of experiments would cause results like that? He didn't want to imagine but his mind ran away with the thought.
I'm glad someone was there for you and in return you were there for them. Jazz hoped to suggest that Ora hadn't merely found guidance in other people but that she could also have a positive impact on others despite her upbrining. When Ora showed him the picture Jazz got out his scroll and took a picture. This is perfect. I need you to trust me with this, hopefully I can dig up more information... I even know the perfect person for the job. Jazz got up with a smileon his face, it was a mix between a triumphant and nervous smile. If his plan failed he could attract the wrong kind of attention, if it was seen through it would be for nothing and he hoped that was all that could go wrong.
Oh right. My guess is you obtained this picture when you had Felix's semblance, it was a peculiar time all around. Flashing her a more positive smile he'd begin to turn to walk back towards Beacon. Don't forget your promise to teach me! I'll keep you in touch with any notable developments.
Post Count: 87 Mission Count: 2 OOC: Time to find a tech savvy person Team JOLD
Akuryo Bekwood
