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 Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 6:17 pm
"You can't blame yourself. Blaming yourself and falling into depression, it won't change anything.
You have to look →forward→. Remember what you have here now.
Just think; if you hadn't come here, you wouldn't have met anyone here from Elibe or anywhere else!" XXXXXXXX XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Amelia}Amelia sighed as she walked down the street. With her lance in her hand and her bow and quiver at her hips, she felt as if she was readying for war instead of patrolling what should have been a peaceful castle town. But of course, it's not peaceful. Two people have been murdered in cold blood already... and who knows if it'll happen again? There was nothing today, but...
She yawned once and kept walking. A short gust of cool air whipped into her face and helped wake her. The light of her flame waned and leaned back with the wind, but righted itself and burned as brightly as before. She had been given the previous day to sleep and relax, as she had been assigned to early morning duty twice in a row, but now it was her task to make the late night patrol. Must be some sort of newbie hazing... if you can't do the early patrols, you shouldn't do afternoon patrol, I suppose. Amelia flicked her hair away from her face with a quick jerk of her chin and kept going.
Amelia paused. Did she hear someone speaking? The citizens were supposed to all be in their beds by now; the Watch had instigated a legal curfew. "Get back to your home...! You know the rule! All citizens in their homes an hour before midnight!" Amelia approached the quieting voice, lifting her torch high, and found not a wandering farmer or misbehaving child, but a bewildered young man in Watch armor.
What was that key in his hands?
"Sir...? Where did you get that?" Amelia wondered. She couldn't tell if he was a recruit, like her, or was of higher rank than him. 'Sir' would be a pretty safe cover-all-bases name.
The man looked over at Amelia and then to the key again. The puzzlement in his eyes didn't fade as he stared at it, as if it would suddenly start shouting answers at him. "I don't know... A man in a white cloak appeared. Gave me this, told me to 'give this to our leader,' and then... vanished. Poof."
Amelia's eyebrow twitched. The man had set down his torch into a holding ring affixed to the nearby building and was scratching the side of his head. Amelia guessed he was also a recruit; she didn't think a Watchman with seniority over her would be talking like that. "Poof?"
The man made a wide gesture with his hands, as if to imitate a puff of smoke. "Poof."
He paused, then shook his head. "No, not like that..." He curled his fingers against his palms, making fists, and then burst all ten digits out quite suddenly, like something bursting out of its casing. The key swung around his thumb before hanging limply against the appendage. "Like a burst of light. Suddenly there was this light. And... he was gone. Don't even know who he was."
The man paused. Realization dawned on his features faster than Amelia's, who studied the key around the sentry's thumb with a vaguely frightened look of comprehension on her face. "...You wouldn't suppose that was..."
"No, I wouldn't suppose," Amelia murmured. A beat passed before she added, her voice darkening a little, "I would know."
The man removed the key from his thumb and gripped it tightly in his hand. He glanced at it every so often, almost like he needed to make sure the weight of it hadn't vanished.  XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Graceful Spear}XXXXXXXX"What... I mean is... Being a member of the holy order doesn't mean you can't put your own wants first sometimes. The goddess is supposed to be all‑forgiving, right? You've worked hard and you deserve to do some things that make you happy.
I think she'd forgive you for it."
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 8:31 pm
As the hooded man spoke, Javert readied his Javelin. If he could just get the right aim--! But with a blinding flash of light, the man was gone. Damn, didn't see that move coming. But... what was all this, then? As some British policeman lightyears away sneezed loudly at the previous narration, Javert bent over to pick up the fallen piece of paper.
"...Words? What?"
...What the blazes is this supposed to be, some kind of riddle?
It could wait. Ghis was sleeping tonight. Tempting though it was to find him, it would be better not to leave his post for now. Wait until morning arose, THEN hand him the paper. And DON'T FORGET.
...
...But what if I DO!?
This could be important. As awful as it was to be playing this "game", they couldn't afford not to know. This could (maybe, just maybe) be vital.
I'd better not wait until morning. Curfew's still up. They'll be safe.
And so off Javert sped in the direction of the Watch House. Ghis would be sleeping there. He needed to know right away.
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 9:10 pm
"You can't blame yourself. Blaming yourself and falling into depression, it won't change anything.
You have to look →forward→. Remember what you have here now.
Just think; if you hadn't come here, you wouldn't have met anyone here from Elibe or anywhere else!" XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Amelia}Amelia ran alongside her fellow recruit. He held onto his torch with one hand, and the other clutched onto his new key. Amelia held her own far before her, trying to light the path as they navigated down the cobbled, twisting paths towards where they instinctively knew the Watch house to be. They were leaving their posts, yes, but they had news on Tura. That sort of trumped the minor punishment from straying from their designated paths.
Amelia skidded to a halt a few minutes later as she stopped in front of the Watch House. She sucked in a deep breath of air to try to refill her lungs, then noticed the man already there. "Jah-Javert?" Amelia panted, one hand against the wall. "Whah-What are y-you doing heh-here?" she managed inbetween puffs of breath. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Graceful Spear}XXXXXXXX "What... I mean is... Being a member of the holy order doesn't mean you can't put your own wants first sometimes. The goddess is supposed to be all‑forgiving, right? You've worked hard and you deserve to do some things that make you happy.
I think she'd forgive you for it."
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 9:25 pm
"You! Recruit... Amelia? Well, uh... this paper, I guess," Javert answered, holding up the cryptic message. His breathing wasn't quite as labored, having had not as far to run. "Why are you...?"
The recruit caught up, panting, holding up the key for all to see. Javert glanced at Amelia in confusion for a moment... "You have a key? But why would you have a key and I have this note unless..."
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"Cap'n Ghis, you'd better wake up and see this."
"Zzz..." snored Ghis in response.
"..."
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"...Javert. Ah realize this is important, but d'ye ALWAYS hae t' use th' water?"
A sopping wet, shirtless Ghis dried himself off. Then he saw the key and letter.
"...Tura's handiwork? Aight, fine. Head for the Sideshow Tavern, a few blocks down the road here. Tell the barkeep you've need of a fireman and that yer with me. I'll be there within a half-hour; the other within one."
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 10:51 pm
"You can't blame yourself. Blaming yourself and falling into depression, it won't change anything.
You have to look →forward→. Remember what you have here now.
Just think; if you hadn't come here, you wouldn't have met anyone here from Elibe or anywhere else!" XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Amelia}Amelia nodded slowly as the recruit caught up, still trying to catch her breath. "E-Exactly," she managed. She brushed her hair off of her face after leaning her lance against the wall of the building and let Javert connect the dots on his own. She let him be the one to go in and wake Ghis up, though. Amelia was impulsive, not suicidal.
She waited patiently outside for Javert to come out, and when he finally did come back, Amelia picked her lance up again and approached him. "Did you get him up? What did he say?" she asked curiously.
[[Brain dead. No more posts tonight.]] XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Graceful Spear}XXXXXXXX "What... I mean is... Being a member of the holy order doesn't mean you can't put your own wants first sometimes. The goddess is supposed to be all‑forgiving, right? You've worked hard and you deserve to do some things that make you happy.
I think she'd forgive you for it."
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Posted: Wed Aug 12, 2009 11:05 pm
The Sideshow Tavern, aptly named for often having entertainment (bands and jugglers and such), was indeed not very far down the road. Javert had relayed Ghis' words to Amelia and the barkeep, the latter merely nodding as he sauntered off into a back room.
Javert rubbed the back of his head as he turned to face Amelia. "That was... honestly all he said. Just come here, tell the barkeep what I just said, and... wait."
He turned his head, watching a local band play... nothing good. It might be a tune worth hearing if you were drunk. At least it was lively tune, and the patrons staying the night seemed to enjoy it. It wouldn't be easy being overheard.
"What I can't figure out, though, is who Ghis wants at this hour," Javert added, confused. "Who can sneak past the curfews that easily?"
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 5:51 am
It was night time and Melethia was still around in the town. She got a hood to cover her head and to blend more into the night with her black clothing. It was a little hard for her to get around places with the watch on guard, but this was the other half of what she had to do for Tura. She slipped her way into a dark alleyway. She knew that she needed to stay on guard in case they saw her. Melethia was going to have one long night.
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 9:12 am
"You can't blame yourself. Blaming yourself and falling into depression, it won't change anything.
You have to look →forward→. Remember what you have here now.
Just think; if you hadn't come here, you wouldn't have met anyone here from Elibe or anywhere else!" XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Amelia}Amelia sat down on a barstool next to Javert, heaving out a sigh. Air was coming more readily to her lungs now, but the exhaustion was still apparent. As she leaned her back against the bar, lance held loose at her side, she turned her eyes over to Javert when he addressed her.
"I don't know... I'm not stupid enough to think no one's going to try to slip past us, though I'm pretty sure someone would catch a civilian that tries to ignore the curfew, but... it'd have to be someone very good at stealth."
Amelia studied her knees. A ninja. She didn't voice it, though; it sounded silly. XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Graceful Spear}XXXXXXXX "What... I mean is... Being a member of the holy order doesn't mean you can't put your own wants first sometimes. The goddess is supposed to be all‑forgiving, right? You've worked hard and you deserve to do some things that make you happy.
I think she'd forgive you for it."
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 9:34 am
Wolves don't need no damn curfew.
Ed was quietly patrolling the streets herself, acting as innocent as a domestic dog could while her dark fur helped to conceal her from the eyes of those who would tell her to go home. She had been stopped by one person who interrogated rather thoroughly. After giving him the oblivious dog treatment Ed was allowed to slip away. It wasn't that hard.
Claws scraping against cobblestones with each step, Ed slowly sniffed the air for suspicious traces of blood or some such. The thought of detecting more blood made her a bit sick but she was hoping to help prevent another murder. Ed prayed that she wouldn't see another retch-inducing sight.
The flutter of a cloak attracted her twitching ears. Ed abruptly froze, head high, sniffing and ears erect. When it sounded a little too suspicious to her (especially coming from an alleyway) Ed began following the sound source. She trotted along the streets, claws clicking until she reached an alleyway from which the fluttering and swishing reverberated. The wolf paused to sniff at the alleyway.
Melethia's scent.
As the scent sank into her mind, Ed slowly turned her muzzle up in a growl and a baring of her teeth. She didn't forget the dragoness. Oh no. She couldn't ever forget what happened back in the month of Litha, their encounter right before they had faced off against the God of Chaos. Melethia was an unpredictable psycho wench. Ed had hardly a doubt the woman was up to something...
The darkly-pelted wolf trotted into the alleyway, following Melethia's scent.
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 10:01 am
Isadora let out a yawn as she stretched her aching body. It was late at night in the study room of Eyris castle. The lights were shining dimly in the dark room and she was doing paper works of the upcoming event. Somehow, one of her crew members was slacking off with the work again. And once again, it was up to her to get everything done.
"If this continues, I would feel more like a secretary than a crew member." Isadora muttered as she looked back on the paper. Sometimes, she wished the crew weren't slacking off, giving her enough time to relax and preform other duties than doing their work.
One pile was the information of the new members. The second pile was about the event preparation such as where it would be located, what type of food they would have, and contests. The last pile was smaller than the two previous piles and rested far away from Isadora and the work. That pile was the list of what had happened in the murder case.
The murder case had gone quiet lately and there was no murder after the last one. It was as if the killing had stop. Although this case went cold for now and had no relations with the guild, Isadora couldn't let go of the case. She needed to know why Tura insisted of wanting her to be in this case. In addition, she wondered why there wasn't any killing lately. There was no way Tura would stop killing immediately. Why would he bother to ask her to be involved and later stopped?
What was that mad man doing right now? Isadora thought as she looked at that last pile. Isadora let out a yawn again as she felt the cold breeze flew in from the opened window. The moon was full and glistening in the ebony night. Just looking at the moon and thinking about the case had reminded Isadora a story her nursemaid told her when she was a child.
She remembered that it was one late Hallow's Eve night when she and her brothers gathered around to hear her nursemaid's story. A story about a sorceress who came out on the night of Hallow's Eve to steal children and take their youth for her immortality. In order for the sorceress to steal the children, she would sing a song that was alluring and sweet to hypnotize the children.
Isadora faintly remembered that lullaby her nursemaid sang. If she could remember the lullaby correctly, there was a moral in it than the singing of children coming to the sorceress just to be killed. It was about moving onto new life and accepting death as it was. Isadora let out a shiver. How could a song that spoke about death could be so beautiful? She wondered where her nursemaid heard that story.
Feeling tired, Isadora stretched her body once more before getting out of her seat. It was getting late for her and she had morning duties to do so later on. She would have to tell her crew to quit slacking and get back to work after her morning duties. Not wanting the papers lying around, Isadora began to tidy up.((So sorry for posting there. I feel like I neglected this RP and wanted to make it up. However, with this new twist of event happening, I don't know what to do with her. sweatdrop ))
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 4:22 pm
A ninja, eh?
Yes, a ninja might work. Someone who expertly hid in the shadows as Watchmen crossed, their footfalls silent on cobblestone sidewalks and dirt roads as they moved about, hidden to all but the keenest eyes.
"HALT! Who goes there?"
...But Jin didn't need to be a ninja to break a curfew.
"I've been told someone's suffered a broken arm at the Sideshow Tavern," Jin replied to the Watch guard. To back his statement, he quickly handed a letter to the guard. "On that letter, you'll find such a request from the barkeep himself. Surely you won't hinder such an emergency at this hour?"
The guard looked it over carefully, but found nothing suspicious.
"...Very well, but at least let me escort you. Can't be too careful these days!"
"Of course," the Priest responded, seeing no other (nonviolent) alternative, and let the Soldier escort him over. Once the guard was out of sight, and the front door unwatched, the black-robed Priest slipped around to the back, finding a wooden cellar door, rapping smartly on it twice, then a pause, then three times more.
Ghis had just arrived and had wasted no time in procuring himself a lager, letting the contents swish around in his mouth. A lager was fairly bitter among beers, but sometimes he just liked a bitter drink. As he downed the last drop only a few minutes later, he caught a nod from the barkeep which could only mean one thing...
"Aright," he said, wiping his mouth off with one hand. "In the back room. Let's go."
"Just like that?" Javert asked.
Ghis grinned.
"Javert, how long ye known me? If'n ah WEREN'T i' therre, patrons'd s'pect something."
"...Good point, Captain."
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Posted: Thu Aug 13, 2009 10:50 pm
"You can't blame yourself. Blaming yourself and falling into depression, it won't change anything.
You have to look →forward→. Remember what you have here now.
Just think; if you hadn't come here, you wouldn't have met anyone here from Elibe or anywhere else!" XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Amelia}Amelia wasn't sure if the bartender would have given her ale--she was an adult, she was legally allowed to drink alcohol, but the taste, more often than not, was more repulsive than attractive--but she didn't want any right now. They were working, after all. Ghis, however, had no problem with getting himself a tankard of the stuff as soon as he arrived and started to gulp it down in large mouthfuls.
Amelia did not comment. If he wanted to drink, let him. She just brushed her hair off of her face and stared at her knees. Were they going to find Tura, or just another murder site 'behind the seven rooms'? Amelia's face paled a few shades. Were more people going to die? Too many people were dying recently... not just people she didn't know, either... so many people were sure to have been caught in the crossfire when the Heroes had been in Eyris during the city's annual celebration... How many? How many more have to die?
She opened her eyes as Ghis spoke, startling to her feet. "The back room? What's back there...?" she asked. She started to move behind the bar. "This isn't the right place for... you know, is it?" XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Graceful Spear}XXXXXXXX "What... I mean is... Being a member of the holy order doesn't mean you can't put your own wants first sometimes. The goddess is supposed to be all‑forgiving, right? You've worked hard and you deserve to do some things that make you happy.
I think she'd forgive you for it."
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 7:44 pm
Melethia smelled the air and noticed that someone was following her and she knew it wasn't Tura. She needed to get them off her trail. She noticed that the alley had a bit of trash, most of which was flammable. Now granted Melethia wanted a fire, she didn't want a big fire. Big fire ment a big panic. She didn't want that. She grabbed a book that was blank and her elfire tome. As she chanted the spell she tossed the blank book in the air. The spell hit the book and the book hit the ground on a pile of trash that wasn't touching any buildings, remember she doesn't want a whole mess here. Setting a building on fire would be REALLY bad right now. Well, it would be bad ANYTIME to set a building on fire...anyway. Melethia then ran and let the chaos happen.
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 9:39 pm
"Why is SHE here?"
It was too late to hide; Jin hadn't been expecting Amelia's presence. But his eyes definitely narrowed as she appeared.
"You've... met?" Javert asked, looking from Amelia to Jin.
"...Never mind. It's too late now," the black-robed man replied with a shrug. Though I WILL need to speak with her afterward about this... "So. What's the emergency?"
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Posted: Fri Aug 14, 2009 9:47 pm
"You can't blame yourself. Blaming yourself and falling into depression, it won't change anything.
You have to look →forward→. Remember what you have here now.
Just think; if you hadn't come here, you wouldn't have met anyone here from Elibe or anywhere else!" XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Amelia}Amelia flinched at Jin's sudden outburst. She put her hands on her hips and gave him a stern glare, cheeks puffing out for just a moment. "Excuse me, I do happen to be a Watch member, you know!" Amelia watched him as she entered the room, putting one hand on her hip as the other stayed around the shaft of her lance.
"The emergency, Jin, is this," Amelia explained. She had taken the key from the recruit when no one else was looking (perhaps in one of those pauses inbetween action that never seems to be described) and held it out for Jin to see. "And Javert received a note. 'Behind the seven rooms where the night bird watches.'" Amelia placed the small key back into the pocket of her skirt and flicked her bangs from her face with brush of her fingertips. "Honestly, I didn't know that it was going to be you who would come. Ghis just said to ask for a 'fireman...' But we need your help, in any case. I don't know about Javert and Ghis, but I don't understand the clue... Any strikes of brilliance yet?" XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX{Graceful Spear}XXXXXXXX "What... I mean is... Being a member of the holy order doesn't mean you can't put your own wants first sometimes. The goddess is supposed to be all‑forgiving, right? You've worked hard and you deserve to do some things that make you happy.
I think she'd forgive you for it."
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