Fantasy Arcane Fashion

[Trevor B Harper]

Along the bumpy gravel roads three carriages with newly recruited members of Arfa were brought to the front yard of a huge mansion. The road leading up to the mansion itself had been fenced by rows of beautiful flowers from tulips to roses. On the left side of the terribly huge mansion a sandy field took place with several training dummies standing and a few Linkers practicing their arts. Fire spewing, arm freezing, electrocuting, smoke emitting blasts flew all over the place. Most of the new recruits faced the direction of the trainees as they saw magic they didn't even dream of, however, their priority was not training. They were there to be accepted and ordered what to do. They were there to serve William.


Just upon entering the mansion itself they were greeted by a really friendly and positive butler who bowed at the sight of the new recruits lead by William himself.


"This is your butler, Frydrich." William said, "Listen to what he has to say and for now, follow him. He will show you around." With those words William left to his chambers for some important business.


As the recruits followed Frydrich around the mansion like a warlord in battle, he told them all about the mansion and it's commodities. He showed them the dorm hall, which was build on the eastern wing of the mansion, the cafeteria with their own personal cook under the dorm hall, the lounge with sofas, armchairs and coffee tables as well as chess boards, the staff hall, which was built on the western wing of the mansion, where all the staff members sat in their offices, or at least they used to before the attack of the beasts.


After the whole tour, the recruits were assigned room mates, dorm numbers and were ordered to get acquainted with the area until they receive further orders from William or Frydrich...


--


Rooms:


Ayya and Elizabeth : Room 106


Frank and Jonothan : Room 108


Isaac and Basel : Room 107


Jonathan and Jasper : Room 109


--


Mission Board:

• Continent Map
• Mission: Mosferatus (Available)

• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
  
• 
  
  
  
  
  
  
  Dear members of Arfa,
  
  
  

  

  I am writing this letter to you in hopes that you will acknowledge my hard work and dedication to the profession I specialize in. With the help of my honest friend, an experienced traveling trader, we've been able to identify a being of interest for the likes of you. We like to call it "Mosferatus". It's residence are the fields south of Dely and it is considered quite dangerous.
  
  
  Along with this letter I shall include a drawing of this malicious creature for the sake of convenience. I do, however, expect payment for our hard and dangerous work in finding this creature upon it's elimination. An average of fifteen gold coins would suffice.
  
  
  Sincerely,
  
  
  Thomas Hank Junior, Head of the Kogram Military.
  
  
  
  
  
  
  

 

[justpeachy]

Hart glanced at the dorm door. 106 glinted, but her curiosity had yet to be tamed. The tour had been kind, and thorough, but she needed the time to herself, the time to be observant. She needed to absorb every detail of the area. Frydrich had said to get acquainted with the area. Besides, leaving the rest of them would be a blessing. People weren't really her thing.

 

[Trevor B Harper]

Frank Harper

Many unfamiliar faces crossed Frank's path on the way to his new room - finally a proper place to stay. Even though the orphanage was a building, it wasn't the best there was. Arfa's headquarters, compared to the orphanage, was like a castle. Doors on both sides of the corridor he was crossing had numbers on them. They were dorms. One of these was assigned to him and some fellow named Jonothan. He didn't know who in the world this person was, and frankly (pun intended), didn't care. He stood in front of a door with the number 108 on it. This was the number assigned to them by the butler, thus it meant that it would be Frank's new home. Clock noises came from his Arli as the minute arrow went from 20 to 0. That symbolized that he was about to use magic. His body quickly poofed into a bulk of smoke and was quickly sucked into the room through the cracks in the door and around it. He wanted to check the room out before going to ask the leader for his first assignment.

 

[justpeachy]

As she calmly made her way around the dorms once more, Hart noticed a male disappear in a puff of smoke. It would have interested her, had her own little shadow being not taken residence on her shoulder. She glanced at it, holding a finger up to it and tickling it. The shadow being jerked around as any other being would when tickled. Hart chuckled quietly and then made her way to her dorm, cautiously turning the knob, fearing her roommate was already there.

 

[Brax]

The headquarters happened to be nicer than Jono thought they were going to be. Or so, the bit that he had seen leading up to now had. When he was in the military, the young man never was quite able to get a solid night's sleep; passing out on cots all year long was not the best way to catch rest, especially with four to nine other men within the same tent. Maybe it was because Jono didn't trust anybody, but he was uncomfortable every single night. After unlocking it, hands would reach to push the door open. One foot was able to find its way inside at almost the exact moment that his roommate had solidified from his smoke form. Standing halfway through the door frame, Jono simply stared at the man with a dumbfounded expression on his face.


Why not just use the door? It seemed like a waste of energy considering he had feet. Perhaps the boy was just lazy?


After a quick moment, Jono continued on through the door and in turn allowed it to shut behind him. Jono had not been wearing his gauntlets, nor his boots; rather, he kept them in his large bag along with the few remaining items he had to his name. Despite this, Jono's sword remained in it's sheath, fastened horizontally across his lower-back. His Arcane Link glove was also on. Obviously, Jono was not a fan of removing his weapons off of his person. This was for good reason, however - more often than not, this particular quirk had saved his life while traveling to new places. Jono threw his bag onto the bed which belonged to him, before looking down at the clock on his glove to check the time.

 

[justpeachy]

After a quick scan of the dorm, Hart grew bored. Why not talk go find a mission board or something? Consume time. Anything to keep her occupied. Besides; she probably wouldn't be working much now that she had taken residency in Arfa headquarters. A mission. Her first mission with Arfa. It had better be something exciting, maybe even dangerous. No. Definitely dangerous.

 

[Trevor B Harper]

Frank Harper

Nothing but a silent "Hey" came out of Frank's mouth as his body materialized back to normal form from smoke. He figured that the person standing by the door was his new room mate. Considering that the room was quite spacious, had two separate beds, bedside tables, candles on each one of them, a proper work table for writing or crafting something and two chests to store belongings in, Frank didn't really mind having a room mate. One is not as annoying as thirty like back at the orphanage.


"The name's Frank, however, I've been called Harper by those who address me." He muttered slightly louder this time, approaching one of the beds which he claimed as his from then on. "There will be a few rules if you wish to live with me. First of all, never touch my jacket. Ever. I'll cut your hand off. Got it?" He didn't even wait for the armored guy to answer, "Second, I like to sleep, so if you, by any chance, talk during your sleep or even sleepwalk, I'd rather you put a sock in your mouth every evening. I hope I made myself clear."

@Braxnond

 

[Brax]

Listening to the young man's words brought a rather large grin to his face. It was rather humorous to hear, someone with so much less physicality speak as though Jono was weak. He hadn't experienced such banter since his first couple of weeks as a plebe in the army. When he finished, however, Jono didn't offer back silence as he did before. No, he parted his lips to speak, the smirk remaining as he offered a rather blunt reply. Simultaneously, a hand removed a bottle of alcohol from his bag. It was apparent that they had stuck Jono with a child, but the man did not happen to think it would end up being as bad as it started off as, right off the bat.





"The day that you are able to put a hand on mine is the day that I beat you to a pulp, but let us say that there was in some way, shape or form that I would want to wear that horrible excuse for a worn-out piece of leather; I would put it on, and then wear it without punishment." Jono looked up from the clock, turning around so that his hues hit the visage of the other man. "If you have a problem with me, how about you take it up with somebody who gives a shit? Because i'm still going to do whatever the hell I want." He stretched out his back slightly before his digits removed the cork from his bottle. Bringing up the alcohol so he could take a swig, Jono kept a smirk plastered wide across his face.


"Have I made myself clear, kid?"

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Ayya had stayed quiet through most of the tour, spending her time taking in the layout of the the place and trying to memorize everything Frydrich told them about their new home while everyone else chattered away. Afterwards, being assigned her room Ayya took a few moments to re-visit the parts of the tour that had interested her the most, namely, the Training Grounds and the Garden, before setting out to find her dorm, and the person she'd be sharing a room with for who knows how long.


Arriving at the rooms she sought out her room, checking the number on each and every door until she found the room that matched the number she'd carved into her mind, and, after a short while, a door gilded with a large "106" lay in front of her. Standing at the door Ayya felt a rare wave of apprehension, the person she was likely to meet was going to be a constant for at least the next year of her life after all, and if they turned out to be someone insufferable... No, that didn't matter. There were plenty of jerks she had to deal with at her hometown, screwing around with her just because she looked a little different than the rest of them and she'd never let them get to her, so why would this person be any different?


Nodding in confirmation to herself Ayya pushed open the door, soon spotting a taller girl, who she assumed to be her roommate, making herself antiquated with the room, and taking the initiative to introduce herself first, she began to speak, throwing out a rather short and too-the-point introduction.


"Hi. I'm Ayya Sho, I'm your new roommate" Ayya gave a large bow, a traditional part of a greeting within her culture, before rising and continuing to speak "It's a pleasure to meet you" He finished, her unchanging, bored looking expression not exactly punctuating what she said.

 

[Trevor B Harper]

Frank Harper

Harper listened to his newly acquainted room mate pounding words at him as if a fire had started in his chest. It was quite pleasing for Harper to meet someone that's very much like him. He was glad not all of the people here are do-gooders. What was even better that this fellow was his room mate and would probably end up doing missions with him.


"Hah! Strike me and cook me like a chicken! Finally a soul of familiar language. I'm pleased to meet you." Harper stretched out his hand for hopefully a handshake from the fellow. This guy might have been the first person after a long time Harper actually liked.

@Braxnond

 

[Brax]

The reaction which was garnished from Jono's various responses were not expected. When the man outstretched his hand and offered his name, Jono's right eyebrow lifted slightly as he hesitated. What the hell was going on here? The situation between them was not unfamiliar, it was not the first time a person had tried Jono similarly before gaining his respect due to his response. The military was full of these 'big' men. After a quick moment of contemplation, eventually the young man would put his hand into Harper's with a strong nod. "Jono Young." His other hand was still clenching the neck of the glass bottle. Hues were fixated on the man's face, and remained so until he broke off the handshake. Turning his back toward the man, Jono would continue to rummage through his bag. A couple of items would be pulled out, mostly personal. Some pictures of his family, all within various warm-colored frames. After dragging a pack of cigarettes out through the small pocket of his knapsack, he removed one and opened the window furthest from the door. When he lit his cigarette, he made sure to stand near it so most of the smoke would find its way outside.


"I'm not familiar with the grounds." Swig of the ol' medicine. "So, i'm not exactly sure what I should be doing next. Figure it'll be best to wait until i'm told." Exhaling quite a bit of smoke out of his nostrils, Jono would take a seat in the nearest chair. It happened to belong to its own desk, on his side of the room. Harper's side contained one that was almost identical. Turning the chair slightly so it faced his roommate, he took a seat before immediately leaning backwards. When the back rest of the chair hit the wall, Jono kicked his feet up onto the frame of his bed. So far, his room was plain. His roommate was interesting to say the least, but Jono saw within him the possibility of trustworthiness. Despite the aesthetically bland surroundings he was supposed to call home, the young man found himself happy to have a real bed. An enclosed space he didn't have to share with too many people was more than he could have asked for at this point.

 

[justpeachy]

Hart blinked at the girl before her. She certainly wasn't expecting such an outright introduction, not to mention that she was just about to leave. But if this was her roommate, it would probably behoove of her to at least be polite. "Hello. I'm Elizabeth Reinhart, but you can call me Hart."


She wasn't used to introducing herself; her communication with others was brief. "It's a... Pleasure to meet you as well."

 

[Trevor B Harper]

Frank Harper

"Oh don't look at me, I have no idea what I'm even supposed to do here. I just came because they found me and they gave me a place to live. It was either this or the streets. I picked this." He said with the follow of a slight sigh. He was both glad and sad that he wouldn't have to steal other people's belongings anymore. He will finally be able to live a decent life (with a few enemies), but he'll still miss the excitement stealing would bring him. The excitement of knowing that he successfully got away with a lot of loot to sell to the broker. He didn't even hope he'd be able to resist. He'll probably walk around using his kleptomaniac instincts to steal anything valuable from other Arfa members or around Kogram.

@Braxnond

 

[Esoteric Truth]

Jasper hadn't grown up in poverty, but these facilities were easily the nicest he'd ever been in, let alone seen. Intimidating though, to be sure. Such a massive house was necessary to hold the vast amount of people that riddled its interior and squirmed between its walls. And one of those people was going to be his roommate. That was the part that made him nervous. Jasper knew he wasn't going to like everyone and that everyone wasn't going to like him; he was reasonably young but he wasn't that naive. It was just that he was going to have to live with a stranger and he'd never really done that before. Almost everyone prevalent in his life he'd ever met knew someone he knew before they got to know him. And usually everyone had met one of his siblings which undoubtedly led to yet another preconceived notion about him. But here he had the unique advantage of a clean slate.


Room 109 was a decently sized room with typical bedroom things clustered within. Two beds, two nightstands, two chests, and one sturdy-looking table, the purpose of which was unclear to Jasper. Both sides of the room were nearly identical, and he stood for a moment, leaning in the doorway, before shuffling into the room and throwing down his sack of things down onto the leftmost bed. It wasn't that full, really. He hadn't brought too many things, just some clothes and a sword, that which was currently attached to his hip. Besides the letter. The letter was personal, though, and that would stay in the bag with everything else. Thus, without bother to take anything out of it, he slid the sack onto the floor and, after clumsily opening the chest, dropped it in the wooden container. Without a clear purpose, he stood to his feet and glanced around the room warily, his mouth pressed into a tight line. He had nothing to do but wait now. It'd be improper to leave his quarters without meeting his roommate first.

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Ayya nodded at Elizabeth's introduction, before quickly setting her luggage down at the end of one of the beds and withdrawing a long, wooden training sword from within one of them and heading back to the door. "I'm going to the Training Grounds. Drop by if you want a sparring partner, Hart" She said over her shoulder as she stepped out the door, not bothering to wait for a response.

 

[Trevor B Harper]

The Arcane Links on every member's of Arfa arms started slightly vibrating. During the tour, William secretly cast a spell on each and every one of the gloves to be able to receive messages when need be. They're all members of Arfa now anyway. A sound came from the clock on every Arcane Link and interrupted anything they were doing:


Global Announcement!


Greetings, new members of Arfa. I hope you're getting along quite nicely here. However, I must give you these news: Upon getting acquainted with your room mates and anyone else you wish, come see me in my office, I'll give you a task you must do to become a full member of Arfa. You may come with your room mate for cooperation.


That is all.

 

[DamagedGlasses]

Jonathan Soigner


Outside Room





Jon sighed as he finished luffing up all his stuff, his ever present medical bag not helping as he traversed the long stairways of the establishment. He had lugged it around the world for the past few years, so it wasn't like he hadn't got used to the weight of it, but man, after carrying it around the whole day, with no rest, then a long stairway. He was exhausted. Walking up to his given room, Jon wondered if his roommate had gotten there yet. He hoped they did, he didn't want to put off introductions for a later date, he needed to get them over with now. Before he entered his room, Jpn looked at the door, and appreciated the fine craft, actually, this entire building had some great detail in it, only increasing Jon's desire to show his brother Andrew the building. He would probably love it more than flies love manure, weird analogy, but it still worked. Turning the knob of the door, Jon walked in and stopped mid-step as he saw what could only be described as his roommate for his time at Arfa.


Smiling, Jon set his bag down next to the door, and straightened himself, before introducing himself, "Hello, my name is Jonathan Soigner, but please, call me Jon." Jon continued smiling as he observed the person he would be living with for the next few years, or so. He was considerably younger looking of course, but from what he had seen with the other recruits, he wasn't going to easily find some that came near to matching his age. Ignoring how that made him feel, darn teenagers, Jon continued looking at him, and was caught at how...depressing the boy looked. Oh my, how does one acquire such a loathsome, brooding face that makes the entire atmosphere around hi seem just a bit bleaker. No matter his thoughts, Jon kept smiling, his training coming to fruition. When he did surgery, the patient reacted better is he had a smile, instead of a mask of apathy and focus that was his usual face during detailed workings.


However, before the young man could talk, Jon felt his Arcane Link start buzzing a bit. Wondering what could have gone wrong with his machine, Jon looked at it and noticed the message. Hm, interesting.





@Esoteric Truth

 

[justpeachy]

Hart sighed at the message from her Arcane Link. Her partner had just left! But, since she'd gotten the message, didn't that mean everyone else did as well? She hadn't done it herself, so there was no other explanation.


With an annoyed grunt and a glance at her Shadow, she jogged for the Training Grounds to catch up with Ayya before she got set into the training. He had said to come with her roommate, and she didn't want to risk getting into any trouble on her first day. Especially if it was over something as simple as following directions.





https://www.rpnation.com/profile/6835-the-one-eyed-bandit/@The One Eyed Bandit

https://www.rpnation.com/profile/6835-the-one-eyed-bandit/

 

[Esoteric Truth]

The heavy wooden door creaked open and a body strode through the empty space it left behind. The man was tall, that much was certain, with dark circles around his eyes, the irises of which were a dark color, almost black, giving him a pebbly gaze. The man rested a bag near the door and stared at Jasper with a warm smile that brought light creases to the corners of his mouth. Jasper smiled in response, though his own smile had a wash of formality to it, as though it had been a smile he had been duty-bound to produce before. Jon was the man's name. Well, Jonathan really, but the man wanted to be called Jon. Jasper was about to respond when his Arcane Link started to vibrate.


"Pleasure to meet you, Jon," he replied quickly after the message had stopped. "I'm Jasper Harbourne. We should go to his office straight away." He strode forward towards Jon with a shrug, his eyebrows slightly lifted as if he was wondering what he had just gotten himself into. Completely coincidentally, that was exactly was he was thinking. What grand task were the supposed to complete before they all joined the ranks? Slay a beast? Save a princess?


"Careful sir, if you keep smiling your face will be stuck like that forever," Jasper smirked, looking back behind him as he strode out the door. "Not that a smile is a bad face to have, if you had to choose. But I'd hardly like to have my face like that all the time. Sometimes smiling just isn't appropriate. Take a funeral, for example. Or when you're in the midst of killing someone. Or if something's in the midst of killing you," he rambled quietly, stopping stiffly in the hall with his arms crossed before looking back at Jon.


"Well come on, then."


@DamagedGlasses

 

[The One Eyed Bandit]

Ayya was around halfway down the hall when her Arcane Link began to vibrate, and, listening to the message, she sighed. Hadn't that butler told them to take some time to get familiar with the grounds? She knew it was only supposed to be until they received an order, but what was the point of telling them to explore if they were going to cut them off before the could even properly get out of the dormitories?


This really was bothersome.


But, it wasn't like it could be helped. An order was an order after all, she'd need to go and find her roommate, Miss.Elizabeth was it? No, she'd requested to be called Hart... Not the most formal sounding of nicknames was it? Shaking those thoughts out of her head she turned around, headed back to the Dorms to meet up with Hart before doing as the message had instructed.

 

[justpeachy]

Hart ran into Ayya as she turned a corner and jumped back immediately. She barely missed tackling her roommate, and she breathed a sigh of relief.


"I'm.... Sorry." She paused awkwardly. "Erm. We should probably get going, right?" Hart asked as she turned towards the direction they were to go.


@The One Eyed Bandit